#i won't knock on people's enjoyment of the musical

[zhengzi]

just saw someone did a dis/co ely/sium x ham/ilton crossover art and i have weird feelings about it...

[cyber-corp]

A summary/review of parts 1-100 of Homestuck

~by a gecko who knows what a Megalovania is

Let's start things quick and simple. It is the distant year of 2009, where the date is the 13th of April. It is the protagonist John Egbert (aka Zoosmell Pooplord)'s birthday. How fun!

John's actions are very much based around RPG mechanics (the Sylladex, Captchaloging, etc.), which as indicated by the chatlogs seems to be the norm in this world.

Once he opens the magic chest in his room, he gets access to a variety of artifacts, some of which he'll use later. He only takes the smoke pellets at first because he's stupid.

We get some glimpses of the author Andrew Hussie's dated yet charming late-2000's humour through asking John to shit on his desk.

After nailing a Little Monsters poster to his wall (a gift from his Dad), he gets a message from one of his friends on Pesterchum, TG, who says that he got the beta for SBURB for John's birthday.

However, his dad has just come home and John doesn't want to go through the trouble of holding a conversation with him. In the meantime, he figures out how to use his Strife Specibus by allocating the Hammerkind Abstratus, and reads the GameBro magazine, which John seems to have a loathing for.

However, with the freed up room in his Sylladex, he creates a convincing disguise to fool his dad and grab the SBURB beta (it won't).

He goes downstairs into the living room, examines his father's shitty harlequins, knocks over and picks up his Nanna's ashes and opens a large gift for himself, which is also a large harlequin.

Before deciding to sticking fake arms on the harlequin, John gets a message from another Pesterchum mutual, TT.

TT oddly knows everything that John has done up to this point, including being in possession of the SBURB beta and wearing a funny disguise. They tell him to go get the game from his father from downstairs.

After snooping around his father's study and playing a little tune (which is a great way that Homestuck utilizes its medium), John heads outside to the mailbox, to find that dad has already scooped the mail.

But there's a sense that something isn't quite right. With "Windchime Foley" by Clark Powell playing over empty streets and a main title appearing, it implies this scene is the true beginning of the story. The text mentions a "Desolation" that's playing the tune diegetically throughout the streets/town. Maybe it will be a long day.

John heads back inside to finally confront his father and sneakily get the beta, but oops! The disguise didn't work (who would've thunk it?), and there's only to get pass him, which is with a Strife!

(This fight scene's really cool, I quite enjoy this)

After the Colonel's book activates the smoke pellets, John quickly snatches his father's PDA as a joke, and finally gets his hands on the SBURB beta, which is where I ended off.

So is it good? I mean, yeah.

Even if I only read what is a tiny, tiny fraction of Homestuck's story, I can still see how so many people became obsessed over it. The cutesy, almost surreal art style (complete with low quality JPEGS in the vein of Newgrounds), Hussie combining the mystical with the silly in his writing, and the brief bits of music in it illustrate a very "calm before the storm" feeling. I can definitely see how people like Toby Fox were inspired by it.

Despite what some think, the first little bits of Homestuck are an enjoyable experience which foreshadows something bigger yet to come. Solid 8.

[aquatark]

Can I ask your opinion on Endless Ocean Luminous?

Thanks for the ask anon! :D

I've been trying to get my thoughts on this game together into something that makes sense for a while now, but no better time than the present!

tldr: I seem to like it more than most people! I think this game is alright though it's still very flawed, and I'm still enjoying myself with it, but it seems very clearly rushed and it shows. I'm still very happy that the series has a third entry at all, and am looking forward to the future of the series after this game!

...okay, now I'm gonna aimlessly ramble for wayyy too long lmao (spoilers under the cut if you haven't played)

So, to get a few of my biggest gripes out of the way:

Having completed it... the plot is god awful (esp the ending, iykyk). I think I would have preferred having none at all, but Daniel is cool

The English voice of Sera isn't ideal, though this is an issue other languages (like Japanese, French) don't seem to have

The setting, character development, and lore is much more shallow, uninteresting, and poorly-explored through gameplay than any other diving game Arika has made, which is saying a lot bc EO1's plot was invented pretty close to release, and is known for also not being great

The game doesn't run as smoothly as I'd like. maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I remember a time when devs didn't feel like they could release their game if it crashes as often online as this game does

Some of this game's creature textures are far less polished than they ought to be for a Switch game. Surprisingly, most of the ones ported from Arika's defunct mobile fishing game are fine! It's stuff like the megamouth shark and bigfin reef squid that really stand out to me as sub-par

I'm not as bothered about this as some ppl seem to be, but I would have liked a little more customization freedom, ala EO2's suit cuts

Many creature descriptions are copied verbatim from EO2, which I really dislike. wasted a perfect opportunity to highlight different aspects of creatures, not rehash the same tired and basic facts

Though I love the concept of dynamic time of day underwater, it's executed very poorly imo. Could have done with some more fine-tuning (something that could be said abt... a lot of this game lol)

All of this however only detracts a little from my enjoyment of the game overall.

The fact that something like the story can be shipped in the final product with a dev team that shares many many people with the original EO games (seriously, compare the staff lists on the wiki, I genuinely teared up seeing so many familiar faces again)... suggests to me that this game was subjected to crazy time constraints, though I don't have any concrete proof. Nintendo has been known recently to be anti-crunch with some of its biggest IPs, so maybe an Arika problem? Regardless, this game shouldn't have released in the condition it's in, and definitely should not be the price it is.

I really don't like being too negative though, so I won't be! After all, and this may be controversial coming from an EO blog... but the various flaws of Arika's previous diving games made this not be the biggest surprise to me. I mean, I 100%ed EO1, including collecting every salvage and getting all gear/hairstyles! Do you have any idea how hellish that is? I eat slop for breakfast!!

I've still been playing a lot of this game with my dear friend MDB (us pictured below), and there are a lot of things I like about it!

I will, for example, drool all over this game's sound design till the day my son "dies" in a tragic submarine accident. Ayako Saso (main talent behind Everblue 1/2, EO1/2, and Luminous' original compositions and sound in general) knocked it out of the park as usual, with the menu sfx feeling really Everblue reminiscent in a way I adore, and the music easily being some of the best in the series. I know many fans are disappointed by there being no vocal tracks, but honestly? While I like the fact EO1 and 2 had them, they simply wouldn't have fit in this game. So I'm chill about it.

I think the random generation and focus on multiplayer are fun and fresh for the series! I have EO1 and 2 when I want polished singleplayer gameplay, and this game when I feel like something else. EO1 and 2's multiplayer objectively sucked, so it's a really interesting angle to take. The gameplay loop is entertaining enough for me - I like salvaging, scanning creatures, collecting tags, and hunting orbs, both in solo and shared dives. The framework is solid, but could use a little more meat.

The fact they were finally able to realize the "Ancient Sea" concept that had been thrown around during development since EO1 is lovely. Despite having been a dinosaur kid, I'm not really knowledgeable on any of the species depicted in-game, so their designs don't bother me... I'm just a sucker for human ruins overrun by prehistoric life!

Though there are some categories of sea creature that I'm a little sad not to see anymore, like seadragons, sea slugs, and many marine mammals... I don't mind this game's different roster. I like the creature variety, because imo, it would have been a little boring and predictable to have the roster just be every creature that was previously in EO, plus some new ones. This system avoids the kind of problem Pokémon games are currently having, where they have so many critters that they can't possibly put them all in one game, but fans are upset not to have the entire dex ported, y'know? It's like playing EO for the first time again!

I've seen several people theorize that the series was "intentionally sabotaged with a bad new game, so that they have an excuse not to make any more EO games", and... I mean... all I'll say about that is that there's no use killing something that's already dead lol. There'd been no games for over a decade, and very little demand for one - why would a game company looking to make money put so much effort and money into marketing, development, pre-order bonuses, and My Nintendo rewards in order to create hype for a game that's bad on purpose... when they could have kept the series dead for free? Nintendo clearly believe the concept of diving games has legs (or fins ig), with a staff team who love the ocean and dive irl, and are trying new things to see if it sticks better than the previous four games they've made, which collectively sold worse than Luminous did.

It may not all be great, or even good, but experimentation and trying unconventional things is what made EO such a special series in the first place baybee! We just remember the parts of it we liked, and forget the really dumb stuff. The EO team has never been perfect, and I can see their smudgy fingerprints all over this game... I mean, these are the same devs who didn't notice a crash so bad it had their game recalled, and repeatedly yoinked copyrighted material without permission to use in their games... but that's a long post for another day lol.

Soooo yeah! Those are some of my thoughts! Feel free to express your own thoughts on the game here - I'd be curious what other people think, and I'd be more than happy to answer more asks on specific elements of the game, or just getting me talkin' about this game, or any other game in the series for that matter! Any EO questions at all, ask away~!

Thanks for reading, hehe! >( ')

[freshloveee]

party gone wrong

requested? yes! here

i actually hate this so sorry to this anon i'll probably make some edits later or just redo it as a whole

warnings: slight mention of alcohol, crying, panic attack, shit ending lmao

parties were never your thing. you hated the noise, the people, the crowded rooms, basically everything about it. now dating an influencer came along with many parties. you have been to an "influencer party" before and it wasn't that bad. you stuck with who you knew and everything was alright, but the one tonight was going to be huge. you were scared but you didn't dare to tell your boyfriend, matt. not that he would do anything bad, just because he would drop everything when he really wanted to go to this party. you were currently at your vanity doing your makeup. you're wearing a cropped black short sleeve with a varsity jacket on top and jeans. once you finished your makeup you took your hair out of it's black claw clip to reveal your natural hair. you ruffle it up a bit (please tell me yk what i mean) and matt walks into the room. you turn your head around to see him in jeans and a ransom tee with a skull and blue lettering. you smile at him admiring his presence.

"you look pretty." matt says, breaking the silence

"thank you, and you look handsome." you say with a slight blush and a wide smile

"thanks, well we're gonna get heading out soon just a heads up." matt says blushing due to your compliment

"alright, i'll be down in a minute."

after matt left you put on your shoes and apply some perfume. you sigh deeply knowing that this party won't be enjoyable but hey, its for matt. shortly after you walk downstairs and you head to the car. 15 minutes later you guys arrive at the party. you grab matt's hand and he gives it a light squeeze. 

it's been an hour and to be honest you're pretty proud of yourself. you haven't had that many moments where you were extremely uncomfortable. well safe to say you spoke too soon. before you knew it your clothes were too tight, the smell of the alcohol was nauseating, the music was giving you a headache, and your breaths started getting short.

"i'll be right back, i'm gonna go to the bathroom" you say as you put on your best fake smile

"okay!" nick says 

the second you step into the bathroom you start crying. it was all too much. you hug your knees to your chest and let your jeans soak up the tears. you tried to calm yourself down but nothing was working. you didn't know how much time you spent on the floor crying. 

at the party, outside of the bathroom

"is y/n alright?" nick questions

"i don't know she's been in there for a while. i'll go check on her" matt says wondering if you're okay

"i'll be right back, i'm gonna go check on my girl." matt informs the rest of the group.

he walks towards the bathroom hoping that you're alright. he knocks on the door.

"you alright, n/n?"

"n-no, just c-come in." you choke out

he opens the door to see you hyperventilating and crying.

"oh baby…" matt says

"i-i'm sorry" you say barely above a whisper

"no, no, no, none of this is your fault i should've noticed how uncomfortable you were." matt says as he wraps you into a bear hug

"can you take some deep breaths?" matt asks

"i-i'll try." you stammer out

"here let's do it together, in through your nose out through your mouth."

he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings into your ears. 

"how about we go home and watch a movie?" matt suggests

you instantly nod your head nuzzling your head farther into his chest if that was even possible.

at home

you kick your shoes off and go upstairs to change matt soon following. he grabs your makeup wipes and walks towards you.

"what are you doing?" you question

"taking of your makeup? now close your eyes." matt says in a "duh" tone

you close your eyes as he gently rubs the wipe against your soft skin, scared to hurt you. he smiles as the way your nose scrunched up when the wipe hits a new spot on your face

"alrighty, i'm done." matt declares

you both get into bed. your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat. matt soon puts on a movie (wtv u want)

"i'm sorry i didn't realize sooner, baby." matt says quietly

"i promise it's okay, none of this is your fault." you assure

"i love you baby, more than you'll ever know." matt says with love in his voice

"i love you too."

30 minutes later you had fallen asleep, matt notices and turns down the volume down on the tv. 

"good night my love." matt says as he kisses your temple admiring the sight of his girlfriend

tags: @mangoposts @mattitties @freshloveforthefit @78yaz @lacysturniolo @gnxosblog @worldlxvlys

[saint-felicias-writing-corner]

I'm still working on getting my new dedicated writing space up on Tumblr, and in honor of finishing You're the Two, my longest story to date, I wanted to share a snippet of some content that DIDN'T make it into the story. Maybe I'll find somewhere to repurpose it, maybe I won't, I don't know yet.

For those that read the story, this would have taken place about midway. I don't remember why I ultimately decided against using it.

== Cut content from You're the Two ==

The throb of the bassline pounded through the packed club’s floor, stomped and reverberated by the throng of sweat glistened bodies writhing together on the dancefloor, limbs and torsos bare and wet, sliding together like sex on display. 

Eddie fidgeted in his seat. “I’m not sure about this, Buck.” The man looked terrified as he watched the dance floor.

Buck laughed. “We’re not dancing, Eddie. We’re just… watching. You’re really telling me this is your first time in a gay bar?” Buck scanned the counter across the way looking for Tommy, who was currently fetching their first round of drinks. 

“It’s not just dancing, Buck! It’s all of it. This isn’t who I am.” Eddie picked at his shirt, a sheer black thing with golden filigree. 

Buck smiled and watched the hints of tanned skin peek out from behind the lace and thread, like swirls of creamer sliding through black coffee. The moment he saw the shirt, he knew he had to see Eddie in it. And the man didn’t disappoint. He rested his hand reassuringly on Eddie’s arm. He could feel the small tremble in the other man ease at their connection. “That’s why we’re here, remember? We gotta figure out *who* you are now!”

“I’m not this though,” Eddie lamented, brown eyes wide and reflecting the rainbow hues of the dancefloor. 

“Then we’ll have a drink, a laugh, and a story to tell afterwards.” Buck pulled Eddie’s distant gaze to him. He swallowed hard, throat suddenly parched as those chocolate brown eyes focused entirely on him. Where were those drinks? “Try? For Tommy? For me?” Buck’s pleading voice was drowned by the loud electronic remix, his words safely tucked into Eddie’s ear alone. 

Eddie smiled his small, uncomfortable, out of place smile. The one that Buck realized was one of his favorites not more than a week ago. “One drink…”

That was okay. Buck had enough smile for the both of them. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Was that a blush? Buck couldn’t tell with the lightshow, but he swore that the apples of Eddie’s cheeks had reddened a bit. The gaze pinning him released its hold, scanning around the club with the same relentless drive. Buck watched Eddie explore, searching his face for any signs of enjoyment. 

Instead, he saw recognition flash through brown eyes, then seething rage.

“What’s wrong?” Buck followed the sightline of Eddie’s hawklike glare to the area near the exit. 

“That’s him.” The warmth in Eddie’s voice had evaporated. 

Buck tried to locate ‘him’ in the group of people moving through their vision, but nothing sparked recognition. He reached for Eddie’s arm, but the other man was already pushing himself to his feet and stalking toward the exit. So he called for him instead, but his voice was quickly swallowed by the music around them. *Him*. He searched for Tommy while trying to keep Eddie’s position in the crowd. Buck watched as Eddie muscled his way through a trio of talking patrons. The rainbow lights reflected briefly in the slosh of their disturbed drinks. He didn’t even offer an apology. *Him.* Who was Eddie talking about?

He didn’t register Eddie’s name leaving his lips. Buck watched, mixed shock and horror, as Eddie approached a couple near the exit. They had appeared to close before Eddie had interrupted. Buck watched as the darker skin man gestured angrily, pushing at Eddie’s chest. The moment of separation was all his companion needed. He pushed past the two of them and scrambled for the door, knocking over a drag queen in his hustle. Eddie tore after him, beelining toward the exit. 

Tommy set their drinks down on the table. “Where’s Eddie?”

Buck stood up, hand bracing against Tommy’s arm. “Call Athena… I think Eddie’s running down the guy that jumped him.”

“What? Evan, wait!”

Tommy’s voice suffered the same effect as Buck’s. The barest hints of the words listed against his ears as he danced through the crowded club, trying desperately to fold his six foot two inch frame into enough contortions to avoid interrupting conversations. A litany of ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’ peppered his brief interactions as he squeezed past, more successful in some cases than others. 

The hot California air clawed at him the moment he passed the entrance, stopping just long enough for the bouncer to wrap a paper strip along his wrist for re-entry. The air stank of smoke, the outdoor smoking patio already filled with socializing clubbers. Buck scanned for Eddie, blatantly ignoring the way he was being sized up by those already present. 

“Eddie!” The name tore from his lips, ragged and concerned. Those that weren’t interested in his body were suddenly interested in the possible tea. Lover’s quarrel? Bad breakup? They speculated amongst themselves ask Buck called again. 

A loud thundercrack ripped through the air, silencing conversations in its wake. Buck’s fearful gaze flew skyward, but the emptiness of the night sky, devoid of stars, greeted him. Two more thundercracks soundend in quick succession. Panic set in, the outdoor crowd tossing their cigarettes in ashtrays and frantically worming their way back into the club. Buck hopped the small divider between patio and sidewalk.

“Eddie!” His voice carried more purchase. 

Street lights twinkled off golden filigree in the distance. Buck rushed to his friend, his long legs carrying him quickly. Eddie looked tired in the streetlights, hollowed out. 

“I had him, Buck.” Eddie’s voice was a whisper.

Buck pulled him into a hug, one hand along Eddie’s shoulders, the other curling through his hair. “It’s okay. We’ll get him.” Eddie’s trembling arms wrapped around Buck’s waist and he drooped his head on Buck’s shoulder. Buck soothed again, stroking along the back of Eddie’s neck. A question gnawed at him. 

“Eddie? Why are you wet?”

“I had him…” Eddie repeated, tone muted and slurred. He sagged against Buck. 

Buck lowered his hand from shoulder to waist. The warmth of Eddie’s blood, dark crimson in the streetlights, coated him. 

“No.” Buck shook his head, his tone firm. He muscled Eddie against him until he could walk him to the wall of the club. He’s back in the middle of a street, watching his best friend collapse under a sniper’s shot. Buck gently poured him against the brick. Eddie’s heart was slow and sluggish against his body. His own heartbeat was enough for the both of them. If only that was how it worked. He pulled at the snaps to Eddie’s shirt, stripping away the fabric to see the damage. 

“I… knew you always wanted me,” Eddie rasped, a pained smile on his lips. His eyes danced over Buck, tracing him. 

Buck pawed at his tears, replacing them with smears of Eddie’s blood. He needed to tell him to save his strength, but the words couldn’t come. They locked themselves tight within his throat. But his hands moved, rending bits of his own shirt to press against the wounds.

Eddie pressed his hands over Buck’s. He groaned as he clamped Buck’s hand down against the wound, pushing the fabric of the thin shirt against it. 

Buck swallowed. He forced training to overtake panic. It was Eddie. He had to be flawless. He barely registered Tommy’s small ‘oh, god’. Part of him, the trained part, notes that Tommy followed up that brief moment of panic by dialing 911. 

“Give me your shirt!”

Tommy dropped to his knees beside Buck, already tearing his shirt over his head. He rattled off their address to the dispatcher as he tore the shirt in half. He joined Buck in applying pressure.

Eddie’s eyes didn’t close this time. Buck waited for them to close. He waited for him to slip away again. But he didn’t. His eyes stayed trained on Buck and Tommy. Even after the 133 showed up and pulled them away from him, those brown eyes stayed open and focused.

[quilveor]

Kaox, The Tide's Conductor

Just a random character idea because the sound of violins was incessantly torturing my mind the entire day. I probably won't do much more with him, but I still like the vibes.

Linebreak for lore and me rambling.

Young Chaoxi knew he was just a tool. Sold like one, treated like one, being a servant surrounded by nobles constantly jabbering and gossiping. He resented every single reminder that his scales are "dirty", and that he's not "proper" enough. His master was the only one that showed him any respect, teaching him ways of the court. But magic, Chaoxi taught himself and he was incredibly good at it. Surprising everyone with his abilities, which have been called divine, Chaoxi managed to break through the social barriers, gaining more and more respect.

The kobold adapted phenomenally to it. Playing with people was just as natural to Kaox as magic, and soon enough he himself had servants to tend to his needs. Those, of course, Kaox treated fairly and with understanding. Nonetheless, some nights Kaox was nowhere to be found, escaping the self-important society to hide in some bar, drinking cheap ale and throwing coins to performers, enjoyment that he never got but always desired. After all, if you force a river to dam up, you should be prepared for it to burst with more strength than you could ever fathom.

Having incredible affinity for water, Kaox is resourceful and clever, able to manipulate circumstances and people into his own favor. A servant ennobled, driven by his ire towards the nobility, rebelling with every breath and act while still staying within their made-up rules. Despite his name being Chaoxi, he goes by Kaox with anybody he deems worthy of his real respect, and is a patron of numerous artists, often employing street musicians as background for his own performances of magic.

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So, Kaox. First of all, the most base inspiration was Saba: A Sonnet of Scales [Youtube link] which I found out like two days ago. Pretty much fell in love, and to my dismay I found out that none of my characters fit a violin background track.

I always liked violins though so I spent a whole day thinking about it, because I didn't want to just do the same story beats as anything that ever fit a violin [vague 1900s rebellion vibes, gentleman thief and/or european nobility [honestly it's mostly that, i love that vibe a LOT but i didn't want to just do a knock-off of Saba]]

Hit by a different inspiration [I could blame Xiran Jay Zhao [Also youtube] for this, I found her unrelatedly but really enjoyed her view on Mulan movies] I decided to go with an eastern vibe and somehow it all kinda fell together?

To note, Chaoxi is not chinese, he just takes inspiration from chinese culture. His "nationality" is completely undefined, if vaguely modernish. On that note, his name means tide [if google and wikipedia didn't lie to me], and the three lines to the left of K in Kaox are a radical used to symbolize water [but only in combination with other things].

He has eight fasteners on his coat for good fortune, and black pants to fit the color associated to water with wuxing. The gem on his horn, however, is there as a slight reference to a magic system I made up.

However both his hair color and scales color... are a complete accident! Like, okay, I intended for hair to be blue, yes, but I kind of did them too harsh at first and had to attempt erasing them. I think everyone knows how hard it is to actually erase a color pencil. But the result looked pretty neat so I went with it.

And now for bonus character traits: - Kaox is utterly awful at all instruments. All of them. He tried. It did not work out. - That's why he employs musicians though - he still really likes music. He might as well get it his own way. - His hair is dyed, it's actually just white. He's acting up the whole "water mage" thing. His eyes are natural though. - He had an eastern dragon father, but never really knew him as originally he was in a regular kobold burrow. That's also why he's so good with water. - He also didn't knew his mother - the burrow was communal. He doesn't blame the elders for selling him though, but it took many years for him. - 90% of things he does are motivated by spite. - He's bi. Also out of spite. - He genuinely enjoys low quality food and drinks. A cheap beer for him is much better than ancient wine. He sometimes gets hot dogs from gas stations, and gas stations alone. - Violin + Accordion is the best combo and he will fight you on this. It reminds him of himself, a mix of high culture and street culture working together - He owns a double bass. It's mistuned and he's too short for it, but it's still his pride and joy.

If you reached here, thank you, have a nice day =]

[mattielee-carnation]

Yay another ask game! I will gladly take this opportunity to talk about myself. Since I don't actually have one single post describing me pinned.

1: hmm favorite color, it's typically some form of rose gold or straight up shades of pink

2: my best feature is definitely my sence of style. I'd say it's quite nice and it's easy to move around in

3: uh, I have a mole under my right eye. No ones pointed it out yet but I'm a bit self conscious about it.

4: I can shoot a gun, and I think I have quite the aim...When I'm paying attention and focused.

5:I like to listen or play music in my free time. Sometimes I'll read a book or two, but I tend to read books like "The Oath" by Frank Parreti. Probably butchered that. But he's a Christian author with creepy books so it's not normally something I bring up in conversation

6: I can't code. I can type, can't code. I once had to make a website for a school project and I had to ask Levi on how to use the dang template.

7: My best friend has to be Levi or Mammon, although my half sister Maisy is quite fun to hang out with.

8: not really although if I have to pick someone me and my Younger yet taller brother Mase are having a prank war and very different ideas on living in hell.

9: Something I look back on is the high pitched screaming when I got back to my house after my first year in Devidom. Mase way screaming Maisy was happy and my Parents were quite annoyed

10: The beach definitely. Warm sand, cool waves, the sun or moon shining in the sky, and the memories I have with my family. That's how Maisy got her name, I had found a pearl in the sand while my step mother was pregnant.

11: beep beep I dress like a sheep 🐑

12: eh.... Type? Uh I guess someone who I consider my best friend. Someone I could laugh and cry with. I don't have much to go off of though. I don't actually have much experience dating despite living with guys my entire life. My brother my dad and now seven demons.

13: I'm right handed but I can use my left hand to eat and wright. Granted not very well but I can do it. And yes I can flip a pancake withough dropping it.

14: Black cats seem to be good luck in Devidom so I've been attempting to get one for both myself and so Satan can stop asking. Praying to God he doesn't steal my cat. Also I have this beaded bracelet me and Maisy made so that's my lucky item at the moment.

15: Aries, a sheep as it should be. Now the test thing, I think it was E.S.T.P, Extrovert, Sensing, Thinking, and Perseving. It's weird I know

16: it's a uh organized mess, my clothes are in my closet but not all are hanging up, and my stuff is generally originized, but in small messes in each space

17: I have no self preservation, like non. I first saw Henry 1.0 and though "Oh my gosh it's a drake! HOW DO I BEFRIEND IT!?"... I may have a death wish somewhere in my dumb little brain.

18: I am a D- or an A, there is no in between. It depends on the day and my mental state cause I have pulled the dang fire alarm just to get out of detention for failing. I won't lie though if you have some good music and a coffee the homework is quite enjoyable.

19: way to trusting but I'm way to extroverted so it's a bit overwhelming for some people when we first met.

20: I have been called an evil sheep before... Dose that count? I am a very menesing ball of fluff and dark humor

21: injustice, lies, eating my food and waking up. You don't even have to be the one to wake me up just let me shower first and for the love of Jesus. Knock... I'm looking at you Mammon.

22: huh? I am real... I'm good friends with the electric dragon character that wonders around though... Dose that count?

(Jo is a different OC I use to interact with others in my make believe world just go with it)

23: I want to make outfits and fantasy clothing. Cosplay, Weddings, Prom, The Renaissance Festival, school, each one has a very unique vibe and needs apropeet attire and I want to supply it world wide.

24: I'm a big fan of chocolate, and bacon. Least favorite, raw veggies... Yes I know that makes me a meat eating sheep but I don't care raw veggies are awful and are only good in soup!

25: Anime Sheep go BRRRRRRRR!

“Tell Me About Your Favorite OC” Ask List

I see you all out there with your super cool OCs, chomping at the bit to tell the world about them. I want to know. Tell me all the things.

1. What’s your chosen OC’s favorite color? Least favorite?

2. What do they think is their best feature? This can be both physical or personality wise.

3. What is something they are really self-conscious about?

4. What is something that they’re secretly good at? Do they have a hidden talent, such as being a brilliant kazoo player or a master chess wizard?

5. What do they like to do in their free time? Do they have any hobbies? Do they even have free time?

6. What is something they are absolutely hopeless at doing? Why?

7. Who is your OC’s best friend? How did they meet?

8. Who is your OC’s greatest enemy/rival? Why? Is the feeling mutual?

9. Tell me your favorite moment with your OC. (Either that you wrote or drew.)

10. Where is your OC’s favorite place? Like if they were having a bad day, where would they run off to?

11. Tell me a random useless fact about your OC.

12. Does your OC have a love interest? How did they meet? What makes them work well together? If no, tell me about their “type” or why they prefer to be alone. (Being alone is valid!)

13. Is your OC left handed, right handed, or ambidextrous? Also, can they flip a pancake without dropping it?

14. Does your OC have any superstitions? Good luck rituals? Do they believe in and/or practice the arcane arts?

15. What star sign is your OC, and where do they fall on the Myer’s Briggs personality test?

16. How organized is your OC? Do they like to have a place for everything and everything in its place, or do they live inside a tornado of chaos and mayhem?

17. What is something annoying about your OC? Do they chew with their mouth open? Are they a know-it-all? Are they too oblivious for their own good?

18. How does your OC feel about education? How much education do they have? Are they studious or a slacker?

19. How extroverted is your OC? Is it easy for them to make friends? Do they open up and trust easily or are they a reinforced fortress of steel?

20. What makes your OC special? Why are they important or different ? What makes them a particularly wonderful and/or evil character?

21. What sets your OC off? What will make them go from a docile little lamb to a rampaging, fire-breathing dragon?

22. If your OC were a real person, would you be friends with them? Why or why not?

23. What is your OC’s dream? What will they do once they’ve achieved it? Are they done and they disappear into the sunset or will they find a new goal/dream?

24. What is your OC’s favorite food? Can they cook it? Where do they get their food? (And most importantly, do you feed your OCs enough? Don’t forget to throw them a meal once in a while.)

25. Describe your OC in one sentence.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

hello! this one is for kenma, so, im going to do a detailed request so this might be kinda long! can i request a ted x reader nsfw fic? the thing is they’re both at a restaurant having dinner with a few of his friends because they’re meeting after a long time. so this is kinda based on the headcannons ? reader is kinda in the mood so she starts teasing him by touching where she shouldn’t be under the table and basically acting like a brat. as soon as they get in the car, he shows reader why she shouldn’t have done that <3 if i can add, oral him receiving, breeding kink, ya know, that kind of stuff, also, “princess” being used as nickname please! she/her afab reader if it’s okay, you can add or take out whatever you want and it’s okay if you don’t wanna do it! -bubble

The Innocent Rose

Ted Nivison x fem reader Requested by: Bubble proofread: N/A Genre: Smut Music: Dark Academia x Royaltycore Playlist

Warnings: Insecure reader mention, car sex, brat reader, dom/sub dynamic, dom Ted/sub reader, unprotected sex, use of the pet name princess, creampie Summary: When you go out to meet some of Ted's old college friends, you can't help but feel the urge to play a little game. Bratty girl takes all, right? Unlucky (or lucky) for you, Ted's not afraid to put you in your place. Author's Note: Bubble is coming in with the spice y'all! Ted Nivison enjoyers come get your food!! (I was also playing Fire Emblem Heroes while writing. 10/10 game I suggest playing it) -Mod Kenma

The soft clacking of your shoes on the pavement was the only noise that followed you and your boyfriend. Arguably, you were more nervous than him. The two of you were off to meet some of his old college buddies at a local restaurant. You had never met these people before and couldn't stop yourself from getting nervous even though Ted told you there was nothing to worry about.

You couldn't help yourself. You wanted to leave a good impression on Ted's old friends that he considered close. The last thing you wanted to do was make the dinner awkward or uncomfortable. Ted opening the door for you brought you back to reality. You fixed your shirt quickly before walking in.

The two of you sat at a booth and patiently waited for his friends. while waiting, Ted whispered in your ear. "Be on your best behavior today, Princess. I promise this won't be as nerve-wracking as it seems." You gave Ted a small nod and leaned onto him. He always meant well, making sure to reward you for small things that seemed impossible at first.

In the beginning, Ted's friends were just as nervous as you. But as soon as the entrees came in, everything was more comfortable. You all swapped embarrassing stories about Ted and dumb adventures. It was nice to see your usually laid-back boyfriend so flustered and embarrassed. You gave him a small mischievous smile before resting your hand on his upper thigh. All of the talk about a young, dumb Ted made you feel a lot less insecure about your shortcomings.

It's not that you felt as though Ted was out of your league, it was more of your own imperfections that bothered you personally outside of your relationships with other people. It was a daily issue of feeling less than that blooms within your chest once in a while. But Ted never made you feel less than. He loved you and all your imperfections just as you loved all of his.

One way you showed your love was being bratty. It was such a reward watching Ted work for your affection, even if he had the upper hand frequently. it was a fun way to tease him and get some good 'ol fun out of it. You used your thumb to rub small circles on his thigh, playing innocence. If Ted didn't know you so well, he would have assumed that you were just being touchy.

Your nimble fingers worked their way up to his crotch, gently rubbing it. You felt him tense under your soft touch, his fists clenching on his lap. Something about the look he threw your way warning you to knock it off made you want to cause more trouble. Without warning, you squeezed. Ted practically jumped out of his seat, grabbing your hand harshly. All you did was send a sickly sweet smile his way and continue talking.

To Ted, the lunch went on for what felt like forever. Your constant handsy behavior flustered him and pissed him off. He had told you to be on your best behavior, wanting to reward you at home. Now, he was too worked up to speak. He would occasionally grab your hand, a silent way of telling you to knock it off. You didn't bother stopping though. It was satisfying to feel him squirm.

The dinner was a success. You were welcomed with open arms and genuinely enjoyed talking to them. All of you walked out together, separating only when the two of you needed to. You casually hopped into the car without a care in the world. Honestly, you were not expecting what came next.

Ted had driven to the quiet, secluded part of town. The two of you hardly were out his far and you were starting to get nervous. You knew Ted would never hurt you, you were worried that you had genuinely overstepped a boundary. The car suddenly stopped in an abandoned parking lot. "So," Ted started, turning off the car. He turned to you and gave you a smile you knew meant bad news. "I told you to behave. I thought you'd be a good little thing and enjoy yourself. Apparently, you were having too much fun. I'm disappointed in you, princess."

You blushed, embarrassed. It was flustering to admit that you were being a brat. As much as you enjoyed it during the heat of the moment, being called out stopped you in your tracks. "Now," Ted grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. "Are you going to be a good girl and listen?" You wordlessly nodded. "There we go. Now you're going to sit in the backseat like a good little thing and let me do all the work. It's only fair since you decided to tease me."

You quickly crawled into the backseat and pulled down your skirt, leaving you with only your stockings and shirt. Ted climbed on top of you, touching as he pleased. You let out small mewls and gasps, grinding on his knee. Ted chuckled, enjoying how whiny you were for him. He grabbed your blouse and quickly unbuttoned it. The soft fabric fell off your figure with the help of Ted's nimble fingers. As soon as it was off, he attacked your neck. Blooming hickeys and borderline aggressive bites littered your upper body.

The pleasure was mind-numbing. All you could think about was Ted and where he was touching you. You wanted more, needed more. You were blinded by your own neediness to even be vocal about what you wanted. Ted found it adorable. He relished watching you squirm. You watched with lidded eyes as Ted slid off your underwear. You blushed as you realized that you were wearing lace panties. In your defense, you had been slacking off on laundry.

Ted smirked, tossing your panties behind him. He slid a finger into you, quickly pushing in another when he realized how wet you were. Your cunt greedily swallowed his two fingers while you whined that it wasn't enough. You needed more of him. As badly as Ted wanted to tease you, he was just as desperate. He pulled out his fingers and looked directly into your needy eyes as he sucked your juices off of them. "Ready, Princess?" You nodded aggressively, lifting your hips up, impatiently waiting for him.

The two of you moaned in unison as he slid himself into you. Your cunt clenched around him, begging for him to stay inside. Ted pulled out, then rammed himself back inside. A surprised gasp left your lips as you grabbed onto the car door above your head. You quickly wrapped your legs around Ted's waist, rutting against him. He continued to ram himself deep inside of you with an iron grip on your waist. Your brain fogged over, too focused on how good you were feeling.

You felt your body tense for a moment before letting out a pornographic moan. Your climax hit you harder before you had prepared. Your sudden finish had caused Ted to cum as well. The two of you began to catch your breath, foreheads touching. You looked at Ted, cupping his cheeks.

His glasses were messily on his face, practically falling off the bridge of his nose. You giggled and pushed them up for him before pushing the strands of hair sticking to his forehead back as well. The two of you were going to continue this at home, as soon as your energy returned to you.

[finnthewitch]

here's more of my jojo self insert/oc Finn. background is not my work; i yoinked it from the backgrounds in ibisPaint X. in-depth description under the cut

At a Glance

Name: Finn Age: 21 Ethnicity/Nationality: White, American Pronouns: they/them Sexuality: Aro-Ace Eye Color: dark brown Hair Color: dirty blond Occupation: wanderer, traveler, witch, fugitive Stand: Rorthrok Likes: music, wandering, cats, hanging out with their friends, causing mischief, collecting things, talking to ravens, witchcraft, death metal, stormy weather Dislikes: pickles, spicy foods, loud noises, crowds, snobby people, feeling stuck in one place for too long, tomatoes

Appearance

Finn is a young adult with a slender build, standing at about 5'3". They have piercing dark brown eyes and wild messy dirty-blond hair. Most often, their outfit consists of band t-shirts, flannels, baggy black jeans, a dark green oversized parka, and worn hiking boots. They wear a metal ram skull on their belt buckle, and a necklace with the sigil of Baphomet around their neck. Because of their status as a witch, they can often be seen accompanied by ravens and other animals.

Personality

Finn is a mild-mannered and slightly aloof individual, preferring to keep to them self a lot of the time. It takes them a while to warm up to others. However, Finn has shown on numerous occasions to be very kind, generous, and laidback. They have a tendency to act simultaneously like someone much older than them self, and someone much younger. They have the reserve, maturity, and wisdom of someone much older, while retaining the curiosity, playfulness, wonder, and humor of a child. Finn's quiet confidence gives them an air of power, without being overbearing. They don't have to say a word; they show their confidence in the way they carry themself.

Their confidence extends to their love of laughter. Finn laughs very easily, and laughs a lot. They're not afraid to make a fool of themself to make others laugh and feel at ease. They're a total goofball. Their laidback personality, paired with their nonchalance, often makes others feel at ease. They like to encourage and lift up others. When they smile, it's more like a wolf baring its teeth.

A free spirit, Finn is fiercely independent, and values their autonomy and the autonomy of others above all else. Any attempts to violate their autonomy brings forth great anger. Finn is also greatly angered by those who hurt innocents or animals. They are very loyal to their friends.

Due to their gentle and laidback nature, it can be easy to underestimate Finn. But to do so is a mistake. In battle, Finn is ruthless, charging forth with violent, animalistic fury and brutality. They jump into battle with an inhuman snarl, and won't stop their onslaught until the enemy either surrenders or dies.

Finn has a mischievous streak, and loves to rock the boat a bit and knock the high and mighty down a peg. They can often be found poking around abandoned places, trespassing, pranking others, stealing things as a joke, scaring others with their Stand, and doing things to utterly confuse others. Since they're a pagan witch, they often make jokes about using their friends as human sacrifices, and muse about which gods they would go to. They can be quite daring and bold, and do things that make even Josuke and Okuyasu question their sanity.

A person of many hobbies, Finn mostly likes to garden, play music, wander around, collect things, draw, cook, and play video games. Their collections consist of rocks, musical instruments, creepy knick-knacks, plants, weapons such as blades and guns, and books. Their house is surrounded by a massive garden containing any and every flower, herb, fruit, and vegetable you can think of. They also like to make mead, both for their own enjoyment and as offerings to their gods.

Abilities

In addition to wielding a powerful Stand, Finn is well-versed in witchcraft. They can conjure powerful protective wards, are versed in sigils and runes, and can use tarot cards. They have an extensive knowledge of herbs, crystals, and other natural components and their magical correspondences. Finn enchanted a ring that allows them to speak and understand any language, and their Baphomet necklace is enchanted with multiple protection spells. Another ring that they enchanted renders them unnoticeable by others, which allows them to sneak around.

Finn is a master at music. Their house is full of musical instruments, which they can all play, and Finn can sing quite well. They play banjo, accordion, drums, guitar, bass, harmonica, jaw harp, washboard, cello, and fiddle. They're skilled at guttural death growls and screams, and often let those out in the heat of battle. Finn loves to sing and play songs for their friends.

Lore

this is like a summary because the full thing is kinda cringe [skull emoji]

Finn was born in Arizona, and lived with their biological family up until they were 7, when their family was attacked and killed by vampires. They were taken in by two caretakers that turned out to be abusive, so they ran away at the age of 15. They found the Norse faith, and Odin pierced them in the chest with his spear to give them their Stand. Finn lived nomadically around the States for about 5 years, the two caretakers hot on their heels. When the caretakers finally caught up to Finn, Finn killed them with their Stand and snuck onto a boat out of the country.

They arrived in Japan, and wandered the country until they came across Morioh. something in their soul tugged them to this town and they weren't sure why, but they felt that their journey had finally come to its end. They found an abandoned house in the mountains northwest of Morioh and made that their home. They met the Duwang Gang when Okuyasu saw them sleeping up in a tree and thought they were dead. When Okuyasu climbed up and poked them to see if they were alive, Finn awoke, and they talked. Finn explained what they were doing, where they were from, and why they were here. Okuyasu thought Finn was really cool, so he introduced them to the rest of the gang.

"This is Finn. I found them in a tree." - Okuyasu Nijimura

And from then, Finn had found many friends in the bizarre little town of Morioh.

[kpophours]

One Love || part I

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight mentions of loss and death

➵ word count: 3k

next.

You knocked on the slightly ajar door in front of you. 

It was just a plain, white door - not a fancy oak one or something like that, which you had always imagined the door of a professor's office to look like. This one pretty much looked like any other normal office door. 

"Please enter.", a deep, male voice answered and you immediately pushed open the door, following the invitation. 

"Well, hello there, how can I help you?" A brown-haired, handsome man with dark eyes smiled at you, closing the book he had just looked at. "Professor Kim? I'm Y/N, your new scientific assistant.", you answered, smiling a bit shyly. Immediately, his face lit up und he circled his desk to shake your hand. "Ahh yes, of course! It's so nice to finally meet you in person - please, have a seat." His smile widened even more and he gestured towards one of the black chairs in front of his desk, taking a seat himself. 

"Thank you."  You smiled again and handed him your documents, which he quickly looked over.

"Great, everything seems to be in order! As today is your first day, we don't want to overwork you immediately, so I thought I'd start with giving you a tour around our beautiful campus and introduce you to some colleagues and then, I’m going to show you my most recent research papers, which you can have a look at for the rest of the day. Sounds good to you?" 

You smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect, Professor Kim." 

"Ah, please - we'll have to work closely together, so just call me Inseong. I hope I can call you Y/N?", he said, simply waving his title aside and smiling at you.

"Of course, Prof- uh, I mean, Inseong." you answered, returning his smile and following the tall man out of the office.

The campus was really beautiful, full of old brick buildings as well as some more modern looking office buildings. The library was a towering, imposing structure which reminded you more of a church than an actual university building - and you immediately fell in love with it. The whole university reminded you a bit of Hogwarts, so you felt like walking through a dream. Only a handful of students seemed to be hanging out on campus today, but that wasn’t really surprising - the new semester hadn't started yet. 

"And this is the most important building out of all of them - the cafeteria.", Inseong explained, ending his tour with a grand gesture towards one of the more modern looking buildings. You laughed and he smiled, really liking the sound, bright and fresh so early in the morning - he already knew working with you would be a pleasure, you were open-minded, talkative, funny and seemed to be pretty laid-back. He couldn’t wait to hear your thoughts on his next big research project.

"Well, I think I'm going to like working here. The atmosphere is truly amazing - and the campus is beautiful, I always love when buildings have a certain... history to them.", you told Inseong just before you entered the History department again and smiled up at him, looking around and taking a last deep breath of autumn air, before pushing inside. 

"Well, you can definitely say this about these buildings! Ahh, I'm truly just so glad you're finally here. I really do need a helping hand and I'm sure we'll become a great team. Are you maybe interested in having dinner with me tonight? I could show you around our little town, if you like." Inseong immediately saw you withdrawing upon hearing his proposal. "I mean as friends of course! I am definitely not interested in dating at the moment, I simply don't have the time!", he quickly explained further, sheepishly ruffling his hair and smiling down at the you. 

You exhaled, relieved. "Oh, well... sure, I'd like that, then." Your attitude quickly changed back to your usual self and Inseong began gnawing on his lower lip. He meant it, he really wasn't interested in dating anyone at the moment - you were nice, intelligent and rather beautiful, but he knew a relationship with him would be a doomed one - because of his secret. He was a werewolf and therefore had a mate - somewhere out there in this world. It was possible that he would never meet her of course, but if he did... well, every other woman in the world would simply fade into the background, no matter how much she had meant to him before. He didn't want to risk breaking anyone's heart, so he always tried to keep his distance. And this would obviously also apply to his new research assistant.

The rest of the day passed rather quickly. You were able to work through a few of Inseong’s research papers without much difficulty, already pointing out some weaknesses - he had been right, you truly were the right person to help him. You were incredibly bright and quickly came to the right conclusions - Inseong knew you’d improve his little research team in just the right way.

The walk around town in the evening was very enjoyable as you had a lot to talk about. Inseong found you very easy to talk to, your witty sort of humor entertaining him greatly. He learned that you had grown up in a rather small village together with an older brother and your parents. Your childhood had been filled with good memories, up until your grandfather died - your family had been torn apart by the loss, one of your uncles and your mother hadn't talked to each other in years afterwards. You hadn’t been allowed to play with your cousins anymore - one of which had been like a brother to you, as you were the same age. Your mother had died when you were 15, as well as your maternal grandmother a few years later, to which you had been very close after losing your mother so early. You didn't really get along with your older brother, but loved your father beyond words. 

Inseong also found out that you loved to read, listen to music and to travel, that you liked baking but not cooking and that your favorite animals were wolves (oh, the irony) and penguins. Inseong in turn told you about himself as well - that he had been raised by a very large family, that no, he had no "real" siblings, but was living together with a bunch of people now - a somewhat adopted family, he called them. Some were working in town, some were still students at university - none of them being a student of his, of course - and they were close like brothers, living together in a big old farmhouse outside of town, deep into the woods. He told you he also liked reading, but was more into historical fiction, something you rarely decided to read. 

You noticed how much you already liked your new boss and began to really look forward to working with him and the rest of his team.

It was already completely dark and rather late, when you finally finished your dinner and left the cozy restaurant. "Well, thank you very much for this evening, Inseong - I had a lot of fun. Just one last question: do you happen to know about a car repair shop around here? I just bought a car and it seems to be in pretty good shape, but the previous owner said I should get it checked as soon as possible - just to be sure." 

The tall man grinned and nodded. "I know just the guy for you - he actually lives with me! His name is Youngbin and he owns the best and biggest repair shop in town. I think I have his business card with me, just a second..." He searched through his wallet, finally finding said card and handed it to you. "Kim Youngbin, CAR REPAIR SHOP.", you read out loud, "Oh perfect, thank you! I'll call him tomorrow and ask for an appointment." But Inseong waved that aside. "I'll just tell him you'll come over after work tomorrow and he'll have a look at your car. I'm sure that won't be a problem." 

"Are you sure?", you asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, I'll tell him tonight - he’s a night owl and most definitely still awake.", Inseong answered and smiled at you.

You returned it immediately. "Well, thank you! That's really nice. I'll see you tomorrow at the office, then?" 

"Yes. I'll bring coffee - a latte for you?", he asked, car keys already in hand.

"I’d prefer a cappuccino, thanks. And can I interest you in a muffin or bagel?", you replied and he grinned.

"Oh, you absolutely can." 

"Then that's what I'll bring.", you said with a smile - and with that, you parted ways. 

When you got home, you immediately threw off your shoes and jacket, quickly tumbling into your big, comfy bed - the jet lag still hadn't fully disappeared and you were completely exhausted. Minutes later, you were already fast asleep. 

Inseong on the other hand wasn't nearly as tired as you when he came home - he also wouldn't have been able to get any sleep yet. The house was full of his brothers and some of their mates, it was apparently time for their monthly movie night again. 

"Inseong, there you are! We were almost beginning to miss you - don't tell me you were working until now?!", Jaeyoon immediately greeted him when he entered the living room. He was one half of the, how Inseong silently called them, ‘chaos line'. 

"Well, he probably wasn't one a date, so where else could he have been?", Dawon, the other half of said line, grinned and struck out his tongue at the older man. 

"Don't be mean.", his mate Ava immediately scolded, wacking him over the head and smiling apologetically at the older man, who just rolled his eyes. 

"I actually was out, just so you know." 

"ON A DATE?!", the tallest of the bunch, Rowoon, almost shouted, surprise written all over his handsome face. All fell silent, gaping at Inseong who had turned slightly red. "No, don't be ridiculous. I just had dinner with my new scientific assistant, that's all. She's new in town and doesn't know anyone yet, so I showed her around a bit." 

"Ohhh, is she pretty?", Kate, Jaeyoon’s mate, asked, smiling brightly just as Dana, Chani’s mate, asked: "Is she nice?" 

"I don't see what her looks have to do with anything, but yes - she is very pretty. But more wha’s even more important, she is nice, yes - thank you, Dana.", Inseong answered, making Kate pout. Jaeyoon grinned and slung his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. 

"Who's pretty and nice?", a male voice behind Inseong suddenly asked and Youngbin entered the living room, hands still full of grease from repairing cars all day. 

"Inseong’s new assistant.", Rowoon explained immediately. 

"Scientific assistant, there's a difference.", the older man automatically corrected, "She's writing her doctor's thesis as well as joining my research team." 

“So she's intelligent.", Zuho guessed. 

"Oh, highly so. I think she'll be able to improve my papers greatly.", Inseong confirmed and Youngbin whistled. "Coming out of your mouth... she must be half a genius." He cracked a slightly crooked smile, indicating his irony. 

"But she's not your mate, I guess.", Rowoon said and everyone fell silent again. 

"No, she is not. But something about her... I don’t know. Her scent indicates something, but I can't put my finger on it.", Inseong explained thoughtfully, staring into nothing, before shrugging, "Maybe I'm wrong, who knows. I'll go and try to get some sleep now - you guys don't stay up too late, okay?"

Everyone nodded, before looking at the big screen in front of them again. 

"Ah, by the way - Y/N needs someone to check her car, so I told her she could come by at your repair shop after work tomorrow and you'll have a look. I hope that's alright with you?", Inseong said to Youngbin and his alpha just shrugged, before nodding. "Sure. I'll be around the shop until 8pm at least, I think.", he answered.

"Perfect, Y/N will be glad to hear that. Good night then.“ With that, Inseong left their living room.

It was bitterly cold the next day. 

You already froze half to death when you hurried along the sidewalk to get to your car. Your breath formed tiny white clouds in front of you and you cursed yourself for not having thought about bringing your gloves. They were still in one of the few unpacked boxes inside your new apartment - but who could have guessed that the temperature would drop so low just over night? Not you, that much was obvious. You were glad that your car started pretty quickly, even though it was a such an old one - a black VW golf cabrio from the 90s. Back home you had driven a newer model, a shiny, silver VW polo, but now you were on a tighter budget. You just hoped that the repair shop wouldn't find any real damage tonight. 

When you finally arrived at work, your car was already cozily warm and you felt much better. You had quickly stopped at a little café not far from campus to obtain the promised muffins and bagels for Inseong and yourself and now you were rushing towards the office so you wouldn't be late for your second day. 

Inseong was already seated behind his desk when you arrived - a bit out of breath, you should really start your workout routine again - and immediately began to smile when he saw you, his dark eyes forming little crescents. "Good morning, Y/N. Slept well?" 

You grinned back, placing the food on top of the table. "I did, thank you. But I was a bit shocked when I stepped outside this morning, if I'm being honest. Such a radical temperature drop over night!" 

"Well, that does happen sometimes in this state.”, Inseong confirmed, reaching behind him and handing you a steaming cup, ”Here, take your coffee - it'll heat you up." You deeply inhaled the familiar scent, smiling slightly and thanking him, before taking a seat behind you own desk. 

You spent the next few hours in comfortable silence, with only a few interruptions whenever you had questions about the research. At around 2pm, Inseong and you had lunch at the cafeteria, where you also met up with a few other professors and their research assistants, before returning to your work. At 6.30pm, Inseong finally yawned, stretched and turned off his desk light. "Well, that's it for today. Let's go home - or in your case, let’s go to the repair shop. Youngbin knows you're stopping by, so he'll be waiting for you." 

"Ah, perfect, thank you so much, Inseong! I'll see you tomorrow, then.", you answered and smiled at him. 

"Yes, have a nice evening, Y/N." With that, he shot you a wink and left the office.

You didn't have much trouble finding the repair shop, even though you usually didn't have the best sense of direction. But earlier that day, Inseong had shown you the way on Google maps and as the shop was just a few blocks away from campus, you found it rather quickly. You parked your car in front of one of the many garages, got out and looked around a bit helplessly. The shop was much larger than you had expected and you weren’t exactly sure where to go now - the front entrance was dark, but you saw light coming from the inside of one of the garages. Still, you decided to try the front entrance first - which was already closed as you quickly found out. Finally, you knocked against the door of the illuminated garage. 

"Hello?", you asked as you carefully pushed open the door, "Is anyone here? Mr. Kim? I'm Y/N - Inseong said you could help me with my car?" 

From under the car, a person emerged, clad in heavy worker boots, a greyish tank top and an overall whose upper part was loosely tied around narrow hips. The man was tall when he stood up, his well-toned arms even more prominent thanks to his tight muscle shirt. He wore his black hair in a slight undercut and sported dark, smoldering eyes. 

He didn't return your smile when he saw you - no, he looked a bit shocked and taken-aback upon spotting you. 

"Mr. Kim?", you asked, getting a bit shy now and ducking your head when you saw his almost critical gaze. "Oh, uh - yes, I'm Youngbin." His voice was a bit rough, which caused a shiver to run down your spine. Your heart began to pound faster and your breath caught. 

Dear Lord, he was hot. 

You’d never felt such immediate attraction towards anyone ever before. 

"Hwi, can you take over, please? I have to... go." With that, Youngbin almost ran away from you, leaving you somewhat bewildered behind. Suddenly, another, younger man emerged from behind a car, sporting long, messy hair and a sweet gummy smile. "Hey there, you must be Y/N. I'm Hwiyoung, Youngbin’s helping hand. Sooo, you want us to have a look at your car?", he asked without batting an eye at his boss’ weird behavior.

You just nodded, still flabbergasted thanks to Youngbin’s strange exit. "Uh, yes, that would be great. There's nothing wrong with it - or at least not something I, someone who knows pretty much nothing about cars, can see. But the previous owner said it would be better to have it checked by a car shop.”, you finally explained and Hwiyoung nodded, taking the car keys from you and turning to leave the garage. "You can stay here, if you like. It will take about half an hour to check if anything's broken or faulty.", he said over his shoulder, smiling at you. 

"Oh... well, thank you? I just...", you trailed off, looking around the garage.

"The office is just around the corner. Ask Youngbin to make some coffee or tea. I'll be back as soon as I can." With that, he grinned one last time before leaving you behind. 

You just stood there, undecided for a few seconds, before sighing deeply and finally making your way towards the office.

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“Of all the stinkin��� places your punk ass could be tonight, you just had to come to the fucking Deep Six. Unbelievable,” Doc rolled his eyes so fucking hard, it felt like they could nearly pop out at any given moment. Baron’s constant attempts at trying to grope his roommate’s waist and body weren't exactly helping matters nor his concentration either for that matter. “Yo Baron, you tryin’ to play for this pool money or are you trying to get fucked? Cause I guarantee you won't get it from her. That bitch is dryer than the Grand Canyon, and probably won't see any kind of liquid for the next 50 years,” Doc mused as he knocked in a couple of balls into the faraway pockets, earning himself a mixture of laughs and cheers from the gathering crowd. Even with Elena showing up to seemingly sap the mojo from his mood for the evening, he wasn't about to let the baby vamp get inside his head. She was too much enjoyable to even consider anything else a thought anyway, as every time they made eye contact he'd smirk and she'd roll her eyes, and vice versa. Baron stopped ogling her long enough to size up his pool cue, and knock home a couple balls into the pockets, keeping pace with the hyper competitive Doc in order to bring home that prize money. “What's wrong Doc? Afraid I'm gonna beat you in front of all these people you claim love and support you so damn much? Tonight, I'm gonna kick your ass and then I'm going home with your girlfriend here, and then I'm gonna ram her in until her lights knock out too,” he retorted with an ugly snort. Was this really the best Baron had to offer when it came to competitive trash talking? Surely he had to have been better to contain such an extensive list of violence, felonies, and misdemeanors on his school record. “Look dude, you're wastin’ both your breath and your time if you seriously think I care about this slender ass broad, okay? And unless your receding hairline would like to pitch in to this conversation, it can fade away like a seashore and your trash talking ability, ya got me? Now let me show you how you clean fuckin’ house. Kofi, play my song.” As the music completely did a 180 degree turn from grunge rock and heavy metal into an upbeat groovy funk, “Me Myself and I” by De La Soul began to play through the speakers, and an unorthodox energy began to flow through Doc; every shot he lined up with his pool cue managed to go into the ball pockets; he couldn't even miss while the music continued to blast through the speakers. By the time the game had finished, Doc had indeed done what he said he would do: he cleaned house and literally made a grand off of that one game. “They should call me the Cleaner with the way I just mopped the floor with your overrated ass,” Doc burst into laughter, mocking the heavy metal student to the point that Baron literally flipped over the pool table, nearly hitting Elena in the process. “Give me my money back!” he angrily demanded, but Doc shook his head with a smirk. “Nope.”

Deep Six, Deep Shit

Completely fresh out of alcohol and needing to get some fresh air before he could go stir crazy, Doc knew there was only one spot in downtown Boston that he could hit. It was a controversial spot nonetheless, but he didn’t give two flying fucks what type of drama the night could bring. After all, he was a doctor right? Primed and ready, well equipped to handle any situation. To many on the outside, this bar was simply known as the Circle of Hell, filled with tons of different bikers who came to get wasted and have themselves a memorable night, no matter how trashed they got. If you knew this place and the denizens of workers who truly ran the shop however, you’d know that the Circle of Hell was referred to as another name: the Deep Six. Reaching into the back of his navy blue jeans pocket, Doc dug into a packet of Vice cigars, practically fresh out of the 80s and lit the cancer stick, puffing a few smokes to relax his nerves. “Alright ya pieces of Dog Shit from Hell, who wants to go toe to toe with yours truly, the Doc in the House?!” he called out, shining up a pool cue with the edge of his shirt. With a few glasses of moonshine at his disposal as well, what could possibly ruin his night at this point? He was actually a bit surprised to see Baron Corbin, one of the students on campus currently rocking the probation ankle bracelet, making his presence known at the Deep Six as well. Corbin picked up the other pool cue stick, ready to play for keeps against the rambunctious Doc. From the side of his eyes as well, Doc could see a familiar figure preparing to enter the bar, and once the door opened, that perfume smell immediately hit his nostrils, wrinkling his eyebrows in the process. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he groaned, facepalming himself as he watched Elena take in her surroundings while Corbin looked on a with an impressed, thirsty grin on his face.

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