#if this ever gets past idea stage I guess I'll use that tag

[dsireland86]

Idk if you've heard the song Guess by Charlie XCX ft. Billie Eilish but i would like to ask for a hc or a fic whichever is easier with any one of the boys you choose inspired by this song

Holy shit! This song.... good lord. Okay, the thoughts I had with this one... yeah. Trying to figure out which one to write this one about was really freaking hard. I had to go with my gut and go with Noah.

TAGS: @philomenie @supersquirrel1996 @foliosgirl @angelmarie89 @fadingintothegrey @theanarchymuse95 @thisbicc @lma1986 @dominuslunae @shayzillaaaa @thefallenangel @fadingintothegrey

Guess

18+ below!! sexual content an language

Noah watched her bend over, showing off that brand new tattoo she got last week; the one with the heart and the ivy. It rested perfectly on her lower back, right above where it dipped down into her pants.

He licked his lips and then wiped them with the back of his hand. Damn. She was hot, and she was all his. Every last piece.

"If you stare at me any harder, Sebastian, I might just disappear."

She bit her lip, grinning as she slid her hand across Noah’s face, tucking it securely behind his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.The kiss was super intense. Maybe it was because Noah was so sexually tense at the moment, wound up tight from going days without being inside her. The band's tight, grueling schedule the past week had been exhausting, leaving her and Noah not a lot of time to spend together.

He wanted her. Badly. And from the feeling of her tongue in his mouth and her sex pressing hard against him, he assumed she wanted him just as much.Noah slid his hand down her backside, cupping her ass cheek and squeezing it.

"Oh, someone is a little handsy," she mumbled against his lips.

"I feel like you have disappeared. It's been days since I've had you," he scowled, squeezing her other ass cheek. Noah's eyes hung low with lust, not even caring if everyone around them noticed.

"Yeah, I know, it's been crazy, hasn't it," she agreed, kissing him again.

"I'm aching to see you naked and feel your skin on mine," Noah confessed, whispering against her ear and making her softly whimper. She chuckled, trying her best to wiggle out of Noah's grasp.

"But I wanna know what you've got going on underneath these jeans first, little rabbit."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" grinning because of her pet name and seeing how much Noah wanted her.

She shivered from the intense look in Noah's eyes, knowing that this side of him was a rare side; the dominant, aggressive, and controlling side. It was never a side that hurt her. Noah would never, ever do that. But it was a side that made her weak and lit the fire under all the little sexual fantasies she had about him.

"Yes, I would like to know," Noah growled, clenching his jaw before catching her in a kiss. He managed to snatch her bottom lip between his teeth, biting and pulling it until he had his tongue in her mouth, and she was consuming him.

"I have an idea," she said, pushing back on Noah's chest to break away from the kiss. "Let's play a game."

"A game," Noah's eyes widened, his response more of a question than an answer.

"Yeah. If you can guess what kind of underwear I'm wearing then I'll do everything in my power to convince Matt that you and I need a night alone."

Noah squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck. What in god's name are you trying to do to me," he groaned, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her into him and grabbing her chin. "Especially before a show."

That feisty look in her eyes always made Noah want to kiss her, but she stopped him before he could.

"Each time you guess, you get a kiss. But each time you guess wrong, mmm," she hummed, smiling.

"What?"

"Let's just say, there's something in it for the both of us. Deal?"

Noah curled his hand around the back of her neck and pressed his forehead against hers. "Deal," Noah leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.

She carried another box of cables to the stage, sitting it down in front of Matt, before going back to get another one. Noah reached over and pinched her bottom, making her squeal.

"Pink. You're wearing the pink cotton ones," he guessed, feeling confident.

"Nope, try again," she said, kissing him quickly before walking away without looking back.

After bringing up mic stands and handing them to Jolly, she grabbed her bottle of water, chugging its contents before sitting down. Noah towered over her, standing a little too close to her face.

"Really?"

"What?" Noah grinned down at her.

"It's the see-through pair, isn't it?"

He swallowed hard, trailing his long fingers over her jaw and using his thumb to pull at her bottom lip. From where she was sitting, she got a perfect view of watching Noah's cock grow hard, twitching slightly when she licked her lips. She clenched her thighs together, trying her hardest to suppress the aroused feeling rushing through her at wanting just a taste of him. But not yet. The game was just getting started. Slowly she shook her head, giving him a lopsided grin.

"Nope."

"Fuck!" Noah grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

She stood up, purposely brushing her hand across his erection, grinning at the strong hiss that escaped him

"Try again," placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Rehearsals. Five hour rehearsals. All because the sound was off, making Matt pissed and grumpy. Noah took a moment, going to the green room to rest.

He walked in to find her asleep on the sofa, looking warm and inviting. He was dying to find out what kind of underwear she was hiding from him, what exactly she had going down there. Walking up to her and kneeling down, Noah ran his huge hands lightly up her thighs, loving the way she tossed and wiggled in her sleep at his touch. The black leggings she wore fit her body perfectly in the same way that her sex fit his cock perfectly, sleek and tight. His eyes examined her body, steadily taking his time to trace the outline of her hips and curves that connected to her sweet spot in the center. Using his finger, Noah trailed along the black fabric, down into the dips between her pussy and her thighs, loving the slight whimper she gave him.

Parting her legs so he could get closer to her, he lowered his body until his face was right up against her center. Lightly, he dragged his nose up her covered folds, letting his lips trail behind them and his warm breath lingering in their wake. It made her squirm and slightly arch her back, a sign that she wanted more.

"I know you're not asleep, little rabbit, but we're going to pretend like you are. Keep your eyes closed," he ordered," or I won't let you cum for a week."

"But this is my game," she whined, running her hands through Noah's soft, thick hair. Raising his head, and took a deep breath and exhaled it quickly, falling completely into her touch.

"Fuck your game," Noah hissed. "I'm too sexually frustrated by you to play it anymore."

"Take one more guess," she demanded, eyes still closed and head back against the couch.

"Fine. It's easy. You're wearing the pretty laced thong I bought you.

Her eyes popped open and she looked up at Noah.

"I promise I didn't look. With you laying like this, I can see the simple outline. I should have realized it earlier when I had my hands on your ass." She shook her head, sighing as she laid her head back. “But you looked. So now it looks like you’re not allowed to cum for a week.”

"I can't with you Noah. I just can't,” she laughed, shaking her head. “You know very well you couldn’t handle me not coming for a week. I like it too much. It does something for your ego and you know it.”

“Fuck me, how…” Noah was at a loss for words. She was right and he knew it. “Whatever,” he said, huffing a laugh.

Lifting her shirt, Noah licked the skin of her belly, running his hand over it and thinking about what it would be like to know there was a baby growing in there.

"You would look hot as fuck with my baby inside you," Noah muttered, kissing her skin as he made his was south of her body. "Maybe one day." Her acknowledgement of his fantasy made his heart flutter. "Maybe."

Hooking his fingers around the waistband of her leggings, he tugged them down her legs, removing them fully. The white laced thong that barely covered her pussy laid before his eyes, making him feel proud of how much he really knew about his girlfriend. He loved being right, just like she said. Noah glided one long finger along her clit, making her quietly moan, hypnotizing her with the movement of it sliding up and down slowly. His fingertip alone sent shockwaves through her entire body, causing her to arch her back a little more for friction.

"Fuck, Noah, please," she whined, rolling her head from side to side.

"Oh, little rabbit, what's wrong?" he teased her in a taunting voice.

Noah's lips found the spot right about her pelvic bone, kissing it and dragged his fingers lightly across it. A loud moan erupted from her, making him smile.

"There it is. That's the volume I want to hear you at."

His mouth trailed to her thong where he took the lace between his teeth and sucked it before removing them. Like liquid, Noah moved down her body, pulling her thong all the way down her legs until they were off. He stood up, towering over her, looking down to see her hands thrown over her face, making him chuckle.

"Too much, little rabbit?" he asked, hands on her knees as he fully parted her legs revealing her very pink, very wet cunt. Her sudden gasp at being exposed had him stroking his swollen length and his jaws watering from wanting to bury his face directly in the soaking wet mess he saw.

"It's mine, right?" Noah asked her, respectfully. "I can bite it, lick it, spit on it; turn you all out if I want to?"

"Do you want to do all that to me?"

Noah smiled. "You goddamn right I do, baby. I love you and I want you to know that I love you. I want to show. So can I? Can I go down on you and fuck your pussy until you cum."

Her stomach turned with excitement and in anticipation. "Yes," she said softly and swallowing hard, hardly able to hold out any longer. Noah knelt back down and immediately began lapping up her juices, locking his large hands onto her thighs.

"Holy shit, Noah, oh god," cried, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Louder, baby," he mumbled against her pussy as he plunged his tongue into her center, getting all up in it.

"Noah," she panted, gripping his hair.

"Fuck! You taste so fucking delicious," he praised, running his tongue up her folds and finding her clit. He took the little bud between his teeth, sucking it before nipping it and making her scream.

"Yeah, that's it, pretty girl, let them hear you," Noah praised some more, squeezing and stroking his very hard cocked pressed tightly against the front of his pants.

Her needy moans grew louder the moment Noah slipped a finger in her, fucking her slowly at first. He watched her, observed her desire turning into pleasure as he inserted a second finger, thrusting deeper into her until he hit her most sensitive spot. Her body jerked, small trembles running through her body as Noah pressed his mouth between her legs again. His wet kisses along the inside of her thighs turned into small nips when he sucked her skin and left large purple bruises behind as he made his way back to her pussy.

Removing his fingers, Noah teased her sensitive clit with his tongue, running circles around it, while she moaned and whimpered. Her slight bucks into his mouth made his cock twitch each time, making his arousal build up even faster.

"Fuck, Noah, don't stop I'm almost there," she panted, tugging at his hair again.

Noah lifted his head and pulled his fingers out, earning him a loud whine of protest. Without a second thought, he spread her lips and spit into her center, grunting and glowering with so much sexual frustration. His hair was all in his face, some sticking the sweat covering his forehead.

"Dammit Noah, fuck baby, I need you," she whined, panting like an animal in heat, beckoning him to her.

Slamming his fingers back inside her, Noah picked up speed, groaning at the sounds of his spit mixed with her precum coating his fingers that were fucking her pussy.

"You're tightening, baby, clenching around my fingers. Fuck, yeah, that's it baby, ride my hand, grind against. Make yourself cum for me.” "I wanna come in your mouth," she said, wrapping her hand around his wrist. He gave her a thrilling smile, pulling his fingers out of her and bringing them to his mouth. He licked her off them before bringing them to hers.

"Open," he ordered. She did, making Noah feel like he was about to cum in his pants, watching her suck herself off his fingers, twirling her tongue around them.

"God, fucking," Noah groaned, exhaling sharply.

It was only a few seconds until she let out a wrenching moan, and Noah felt her come apart in his mouth. It made so much precum spill from his swollen, aching cock, soaking his briefs.

Noah quickly undid his pants and slipped out of them, revealing his long erection.

"Jesus, Noah," she breathed.

"It's all from you, Princess. You make me so fucking hard all the time, all I can think about is being inside you."

He picked her up like it was nothing, sitting down in her place while positioning her on his lap. Grabbing his cock, she pumped him a few times, swirling more precum around, and slipped herself over him, sinking all the way down instantly.

"Holy fuck," Noah moaned as she began to ride him. Her hands found his shoulders and his hands found her waist. He pulled her back and forth while she grinded her cunt against him, crying out his name the moment he hit her cervix.

"Noah, god you feel so fucking good inside me."

Noah smiled big, lifting her shirt and removing it then unclasping her bra to reveal her breast; Noah's favorite part. He buried his face in between them before taking one his mouth. He sucked, pulled, and bit her nipple like it was his favorite lollipop, pulling more loud moans and quiet screams. Looking down, he watched as his cock, thick and coated with the echoes of her orgasm, slid in and out of her. She picked up her pace, fucking him fast and harder, earning her filthy words of praise.

"I love it when you fuck me like a dirty slut, you know that," Noah confessed, griping her hips tightly, fingers digging into her flesh. Her repetitive, whimpers and slight screams filled the room.

"If you want me to be your slut Noah, all you have to do is fuck me from behind."

Noah's mouth fell open.

With his heart beat racing, Noah didn't think twice before pushing her off of him and telling her to get on the floor on her hands and knees.

"God, you want to be my fucking slut, baby? Do you?"

She nodded, looking over her shoulder.

"Good, cause I wanna fuck you like one, like the filthy fucking whore that you are for me," he growled, clenching his teeth.

Noah shoved her face to the floor, hand locked behind her neck to hold her down. With his other hand, he smacked her ass, before lifting her up and wasting no time and slamming his cock into her.

Crying out at the sudden invasion, she dug her nails into the rug beneath her as Noah held on tightly to her and ruthlessly began fucking her at a fast past. Each time she caught her breath, another hard thrust knocked it out of her lungs, sending her mind spiraling.

Nothing was heard but moans, cries, and the slap of flesh against flesh.

"God dammit, Princess, look at you taking me. Pounding into you soft pussy, fucking you raw. I love you. I love that you're a dirty slut! " Noah growled as his thrusts grew sloppier.

"Your sweet cunt feels so fucking good clenching around me baby girl. Scream for me. Make me cum. Make me cum hard," he begged.

The pressure and the sensitivity was all too much to handle anymore. Cumming hard for Noah again, her muffled screams echoed through the green room. Noah shook, his release keeping him right on the edge.

"Fuck me hard, Noah," she begged, know exactly what he needed to get off.

"Say it again," he panted.

"Harder Noah," she whined, "fuck me harder."

That last phrase was all it took. Noah pulled out quickly and released his warm cum all over the bottom of her back and ass. He loved watching it drip off and down her legs.

"Motherfucker! Fuck!" he cried, shuttering as he milked himself, pulling every last bit of cum from his dick.

Both of them breathless, sweaty, sticky, and hot, they took a moment to catch their breath and regain composure. "I think," Noah said, trailing his fingers down her back as she laid there resting, "that we should play this "Guess" game more often. You haven't fucked me like that in a while," he said laying a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Yeah, I know," she said regretfully. "Hey, I get it, being on tour and all. It's okay," Noah assured her. He caressed her cheek sweetly, laying a kiss on her shoulder. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I wasn't too rough?" Noah's concern melted her heart. She scooted closer to him lying close to his chest for a moment.

"No, my love, you didn't hurt me." "Okay, good." Noah sighed in relief, caressing the back of her hair. "Because I never want to do that. I never want to intentionally hurt you."

She looked up at him and he lowered his face to hers, kissing her softly and sweetly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[zosonils]

Wait, no, actually, tell me about the Scribblenauts timeline. I must be real... I like it too. I love unifying timelines where things seemingly just happen, tell us!

scribblenauts fans rise up >:] to be clear this isn't an attempt to sort out the canon timeline [although if you asked i'd guess unlimited > scribblenauts > super > unmasked based on the few splinters of plot we get] but rather taking inspiration from the scraps of story available to build something new and coherent, although at this stage 'coherent' isn't super accurate lmao it's just islands of solid ideas amidst a sea of autism nonsense

basically i'm deciding that the doppelganger's presence in 10-5 of super counts as a plot and slapping that on top of the more consistently defined world and lore of unlimited and onwards [so kind of what unmasked and the subsequent comic did but batman isn't there], with an added sprinkle of the 'scribblenauts being an actual organisation that maxwell is involved in' thing that never made it past background details in the first game. while unlimited arguably has the most iconic and/or existent plot and for sure i want lily to be a deutragonist i'm not sure how much of it i'll retain because 1. turning your daughter into stone is bad parenting 2. let her tag along and be an actual character instead of a literal rock you cowards and 3. the more super-inspired storyline i have in mind with the doppelganger is probably enough to carry the emotional intensity of a mostly lighthearted story by itself and i don't want to bog things down with too many subplots lol

i'm absolutely reading too deep into this kiddie game but i think the doppelganger as an antagonist of maxwell's own creation reflecting all his worst traits would be super interesting in an environment that puts more consistent and deliberate thought into character writing, so that's the idea i'm basing this autism-powered rehash on. i don't think it's ever actually specified but when i was a little sporelet playing scribblenauts unlimited for the first time i somehow got the impression that starites grant wishes? which is cute so i'm using that as maxwell's motivation to join the scribblenauts and seek them out, that he wants to collect enough to wish for something cool and superficial that a 12ish [?????] year old kid would want. but then after lots of adventures and character development when he's in the dramatic final confrontation with his doppelganger and has matured enough to see him as a distressed kid in uniquely terrifying circumstances rather than just an annoying knockoff he instead uses his wish on giving doppelganger the chance to be a normal kid with a normal life because he wants to make kind decisions now. then i guess they all go home and nobody dies in a scripted ufo explosion

this post is getting toooooo long so i'm gonna try and wrap it up now but god i already have so many ideas rattling around my head for an autism reawakening that could be over in a week lmao. now i'm even sadder that my computer is busted because i want to replay unlimited and refresh my lore so badly..... there's a fandom page [breezewiki sweep though] for the series which has helped refresh my memory but none of the sources are cited it's a nightmare. what do you mean maxwell and lily are twins for the love of god give me a single screenshot or manual scan that mentions this

also i didn't have a good place to insert this but even though edgar and julie having 42 kids is obviously a Silly Joke and excuse to give unlimited some unique characters i am choosing to interpret it as them being experienced foster carers. i don't care to sort through every single character and decide which if any are biologically related to each other lmao but adopted/foster families are swag as hell and there should be more of them in media! it also adds a nice layer to the doppelganger plot - maxwell is more willing to reach out to him because he's seen 'angry bitter kid who will only get better with kindness' in a lot of his brothers and maybe himself, and it gives doppelganger an easy place to go for his happy ending because maxwell's parents are experts at taking in kids like him. didn't want to end this post without mentioning this because i'm already suuuper attached to the concept

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Twenty questions for fic writers!

thanks for the tag @bonheur-cafe 💜

How many works do you have on ao3?

in total 265 - emmerdale 238, Lone star 27

What's your total ao3 word count?

659,962 (!!)

What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly 911 Lone Star at the moment but I do have a RWRB fic in the works (for a new years gift exchange 🙈) and I'm sort of playing with a Buck/Tommy og 911 idea because they've taken over my brain since That Kiss.

Top five fics by kudos

I'll just stick to Lone Star for this

Austin TX first responders week

It started with a concussion

Filling in the blanks

Love and Lou

See you later

Do you respond to comments?

I try to! I appreciate each and every one of them but I never really know what to say other than thank you (also I tend to over-think things). I really should make myself do it more often. We writers complain about people not commenting, but when they do, they should at least feel like it's appreciated!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't do angsty endings. Though PS I love you is kind of... emotional I guess

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them. I need a happy ending in my media - always. Though Fire Camp, Love and Lou, and Love online (god I need to work on my titles) all end with tarlos getting married - so that's definitely happy.

Do you get hate on fics?

I have in the past but not on Lone Star fics.

Do you write smut?

I have attempted it... but that's as far as it goes. Nothing worth posting!

Craziest crossover:

I've never actually written a crossover. I don't really read them either. (911/lone star is the only exception)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I have translated fics way back when I was into ATWT Luke and Noah, does that count?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep a few times.

All time favourite ship?

I don't have one favourite ship. I have a few favourites on rotation that sort of take centre stage every now and then.

Robron, tarlos, Nancy/Marjan, Buck/Tommy (my favourite at the moment), Kate/Anthony Bridgerton, Pacey/Joey Dawson's Creek, Ian/Mickey Shameless, Henry/Alex RWRB

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of my multi chapter robron fics probably 💀 I still get kudos on them every now and then but i'm kind of done writing fics for them I think. (Unless Ryan Hawley gets his ass back to Emmerdale, then I won't be held responsible for my actions)

What are your writing strengths?

I don't know... I like writing dialogue I suppose. Maybe banter™ I've gotten comments from people saying certain parts of my fics made them laugh. And most stuff i write is a fluffy "what if the bad thing never happened?" kind of deal.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually finishing things? lol I can't describe things for shit. And sometimes it's a challenge when writing tarlos fic to not slip in British expressions. I learnt British English in school and years of obsessing over British boybands and watching British soaps have *influenced* my writing/English skills in general.

And also sometimes it's "fuck what's [Dutch word] in English???" and then i spend way too long digging through online dictionaries and stuff because NOTHING FITS and WHY IS THERE NO WORD FOR [THING]???

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Don't do it unless you speak the language or know someone who does who can help you with it. I've picked up some Spanish pet names/words in the tarlos fandom (and Spanish shows on netflix) but I won't go any further than that in my fics. And I'd rather die than use Dutch.

First fandom you wrote in?

Luke and Noah (Nuke!) As The World Turns

Favourite fic you've written?

I don't know. Most of them have something special that makes them stand out (to me). But I got kudos on The first morning the other day (aka I saw it in the email from AO3 and didn't remember what it was) and the music/musical theatre trivia i slipped in amused me.

I have absolutely no idea who's been tagged so I'm just going to leave this as an open tag for whoever wants to play!

[captainmazzic]

Regenesis: Prologue

A world has succumbed to the power of an untested superweapon, and the few survivors emerge from the wreckage to discover just how alone in the universe they really are.

The Republic had succeeded in combining the technologies of two of their superweapon designs – the Null Cannon and the Planet Prison. This monstrosity was located on a starship specifically designed to house it, called the Regenesis, and it required extensive amounts of preparation and energy to target, charge, and fire it. When fired at a planetoid, it created an immense, widening sphere of plasmo-ionic energy. It enveloped the world that was targeted, and all electronic and digital technology was immediately rendered completely damaged, inoperable, and irreparable – all ships and their systems, all computers, blasters, lightsabers, cybernetics, communication devices, batteries, life support, droids, nanotechnology, even down to timekeeping devices and flashlights. It had the unexpected and unfortunate side effect of also causing plasma fires – many of the technological devices it disabled would be set aflame, and the world it targeted would be enveloped in a chain reaction that overcharged the atmosphere, causing sudden and severe lightning storms, firestorms, and often instantly boiling any large bodies of water at the primary point of contact from the plasmo-ionic blast, which could cause tsunamis, flash flooding, hurricanes, and other severe natural disasters.

The Republic chose to deploy this weapon for the first, and last, time to the planet Refnar, in the Pakuuni Sector. While Refnar itself was barely populated – with only a single small spaceport that functioned primarily as a refueling station and bare-bones trading post – the sector it was in had long been hotly contested space. The planet itself was more often than not in the hands of the Empire. Although not along any major hyperspace route, Refnar was in relatively close proximity to Mon Calamari space and the Republic believed that if the Empire were to completely secure their position on Refnar, it might be used as a launching point for a larger invasion.

A major skirmish on Refnar was all the further motivation they needed, and the Regenesis was deployed. It took time to charge and transport, however, and by the time it arrived in-system the battle was in full force. Wasting no time, the Regenesis’s commander targeted Refnar and ordered to fire.

The result was devastating. With so many ships in space between Refnar and the Regenesis, hundreds on both sides of the conflict were caught in the blast and were either vaporized in plasma fires or all technology instantly fried, leaving them to be caught by the gravity of Refnar and crash to the surface.

But the commander’s haste in firing the Regenesis left an opening in their defenses, and a squad of Imperial starfighters not caught in the crossfire took it upon themselves to do a suicide run. They flew up the spent barrel of the main firing apparatus and destroyed the Regenesis from the inside out. The resulting explosion took much of the remaining Imperial and Republic forces with it, leaving the entire system to smolder in silence in the lingering aftereffects of the blast.

Down on the surface of Refnar, huge electrical storms surged over much of the surface, and the great southern sea boiled. All those clustered in the single tiny spaceport were killed in a firestorm sparked by the explosive destruction of the technology around them. Starships ranging from single-being fighters all the way up to giant capital ships crashed down to the surface, scarring the land with smoking craters and twisted metal debris.

But many miles from the flaming ruins of the spaceport, a scattering of survivors found themselves, to their surprise and relief, very much alive.

Two of them were planetside when the destruction occurred, though far from its epicenter.

One was Hakar-Vok, a Voss heretic who fled their homeworld when they openly doubted and defied the infallibility and absolute rule of the Mystics.

The other was their pursuer. UoQuell, an Ualaq Sith Lord moonlighting as a bounty hunter. He had long grown bored of the political dramas of Dromund Kaas, was far too independent of mind to be interested in leading soldiers into battle, and was certainly not introspective enough to focus on the philosophical explorations of Korriban. He was here to hunt down the Voss heretic and return them to their homeworld, in an attempt for the Sith Empire to gain favor with the Mystics.

Both Hakar-Vok and UoQuell were far from the spaceport when the Regenesis fired, their desperate flight and hot pursuit having led them deep into the wilds of Refnar’s geyser spires and creeping pools. Both witnessed the firing of the plasmo-ionic blast from afar, and both felt the rapid and sudden effects of its impact. The steamy land around them roiled and sparked, throwing both of them to the soggy ground and scalding Hakar-Vok, who was not protected by heavy root-armor as UoQuell was. But both survived, though they quickly discovered that both blaster and lightsaber that they were carrying had been rendered useless.

There were other survivors as well, many miles nearer to the epicenter of the blast.

A Barolian Jedi Knight by the name of Dunmarc Seawild had been aboard a Republic warship, crippled early in the battle above Refnar. The ship was already doomed before the Regenesis had even been deployed, and Dunmar had long ejected in a lifepod when the superweapon arrived in-system.

The Sith fighter that took down Dunmarc’s warship had systematically shot down all ejecting lifepods, but had missed the one Dunmarc had made landfall in. Its pilot pursued – one Darth Malus, an Imroosian Sith Lord who often defaulted back to his birth name of Sada’an Goro because of irritation at his name being mistaken for Darth Malgus.

He landed planetside and broke open Dunmarc’s lifepod, but before they could engage each other in a lightsaber duel the plasmo-ionic blast made impact. They were thrown back inside the lifepod as the shockwave followed, both knocked unconscious, and it was either lucky chance or a miracle in the Force that allowed them both to survive the sudden violence of the electrical storm that formed overhead. Faced with the sheer power and fury of the tempest outside, they sheltered together within the husk of the lifepod until the storm abated.

When they could finally emerge, it was to a strangely silent world, the land stripped of all technology and the sky above them barren of ships. The battle was over, and no one had won.

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(I have GOT to stop making new story ideas I am DROWNING in them but I CAN’T STOP. Leaving this here in hopes that I’ll remember to do something with it other than doodle new characters and pine.)

(Refnar is canon but it’s just a name on a star chart so I’m taking it and running, cackling like a madman, shoving it through my brain to see what strange atmospheric landscapes and weird alien creatures I can populate it with.)

[miqojak]

Layers Upon Layers

one: outside layer

[Name:] "Jak." [Hair Style & colour:] "Black and orange. I wear it pulled back and braided." [Eye Color:] "Gold and jade green." [Height:]  "Fuck if I know exactly. Under five fulms." (4'9") [Style:] "Depends on the day. Maybe the hour. Leather and mini-skirts are always a good bet, though. Sometimes a nice suit, sometimes my bike gear, sometimes a little something more form-fitting, elegant and gilded - 'desert chic', I suppose." [Best Physical Feature:] "Definitely my ass...though my legs cut it close, on that one. What do you think?"

two: inner layer

[Fears:] "You ask that and actually expect people to tell you?" (Small/enclosed spaces with no readily available exit, levin, Garleans, people getting too close to her/seeing who she really is) [Guilty Pleasure:] "People feel guilty for what they like? Who's going to judge me, the sheep who can't come up with a single original thought of their own, and feel guilty if they do?" [Biggest Pet Peeve:]  "Biggest...that's tough, actually. Probably blithe optimism, or naivete. People too ignorant, or unwilling to ask questions and look deeper - or those simply unwilling to face hard truths. There can never be any growth if you aren't honest with yourself, after all. Unmotivated slackers. If you have no goals, why are you wasting this star's air?" [Ambition for the Future:] "To be feared and respected in equal measure. I've been pushed around for a long time, and now it's my turn."

three: thoughts

[First Thought When Waking Up:] "Probably...my to-do list for the day? That or wondering what the weather is like, and whether or not I'll be going on my usual morning run or be stuck working out indoors. That or 'Huh, they haven't killed us all yet.'" [What You Think About the Most:] "What my next step is in life - how I want to pursue that power I'm after without compromising who I am...and how the fuck I ended up with someone who actually cares about me in my life while distinctly trying to avoid that type of thing...and why he stuck around. I wonder about the 'why' a lot." [What You Think About Before Bed:] "Depends on the day, and what's happened, and if I'm headed there alone. If I'm not alone, it's probably something to the effect of 'I still can't believe he wants to be here/wants me to be here'. And whether or not I'm alone...there's always the nagging, ugly reminder that Garlemald's towers sit hunched in the sky, ready to end everything for everyone - predator and prey alike. It could be the last night for any of us." [Your Best Quality Is:] "My ass. But other than that...well, I'm honest, and my loyalty can't be bought. I'm not a good person, but I have my own...'code', in a sense, I guess."

four: what’s better

[Single or Group Dates?] "Group dates sound like a punishment. I can barely stand the slack-jawed idiots around me as it is. Though undoubtedly the punishment would be upon the others, considering who my date would be, and the fact that we'd probably spend the time verbally destroying the other couple." [To be Loved or to be Respected?] "Respected. Love without respect is horrifying. I've been there, I've suffered it, and I'm still recovering. But I still...don't know that I believe in love. At least not how most people do, I guess. Love makes people do stupid shit when they believe in it. Respect doesn't. Respect can stand alone, without needing love. Respect has to be earned. There's no claims of 'respect at first sight.' But like I said...love without respect is...ugly. Scary, even." [Beauty or Brains?] "Both, or no deal. Brains are essential, but I can't have a walking pile of dogshit on my arm, now can I?" [Cats or Dogs?] "Neither, I don't do pets - animals are food. But...I suppose I'd say dogs, though you'd probably incorrectly assume cats, based on the fact that I resemble one. But...there's been more 'canines' in my life in the last year or two than I care to recall."

four: do you…

[Lie?] "No. Not unless the situation is dire - my morals don't matter if my life is on the line. Survival comes first always." [Believe in Yourself?] "Much more than I used to. I've accomplished, and survived, more than most could even begin to imagine." [Believe in Love?]  "Not...really? Maybe? Though I'll admit that for all my vehement denial in the past, someone has made me re-examine my emotions in the last half a year or so. I don't think I believe in the sort of 'love' that the general public believes in. I had someone force his fairy tale romance down my throat and do me a lot of harm both physical and mental with those ideals, as he forced me to be someone I wasn't. If adhering to what society expects of love is all that someone cares about - hitting the expected gestures as told in fairy tales? That's about as real as a fever dream. I don't like the word 'love'. Not what it's come to be associated with, and what's expected of you along with it." [Want Someone?] "For the first time in my life...yes. Not that I don't 'have' him as much as I can claim such, but when he's not around, I find that I want him to be. So...yes?"

six: have you ever…

[Been on Stage?] "No? I mean, my organization does run a jazz club, and it's been various theaters before that, and I've...sat on the stage, basked in the spotlight of an empty theater? I prefer to be...less in the actual spotlight, however." [Done Drugs?] "I've only been clean and sober for...maybe a year now? So yeah. I've...done a lot of drugs." [Changed Yourself to Fit In Somewhere?] "I've been a con-artist to put food on the table, but I don't believe in changing who you are to 'fit in.' If you don't fit in...you don't fit in. You are who you are. Being anything else is a lie, and does you a disservice. It's also a pathetic cry for attention - for the other bleating sheep to accept you into their herd. I won't debase myself to 'fit in' with my lessers."

seven: favorite

[Favorite Color:] "Black, white, gold, and red. I don't have just one." [Favorite Food:] "Once more, I don't have just one. I like red meat, I like seafood, and I enjoy rolanberries quite a bit. Of late, I think my current favorite snack is takoyaki though - this fried dough ball with octopus inside...just thinking about it makes my mouth water." [Favorite Game:] "Breaking and entering."

eight: age

[When Your Next Birthday Will Be:] "No idea." [How Old Will You Be?] "No clue. I'm...twenty and four summers, roughly...give or take a couple." [Age You Lost Your Virginity:] "Care to lose yours to one of my knives, here?" [Does Age Matter?]  "Should it? I suppose I'd be a bit baffled to see an old geezer with a hot young thing, but even so...who cares? I haven't exactly had a lot of lovers, but I don't think I ever asked any of them their age. So long as people stay the fuck away from kids, it's a non-issue in my opinion."

nine: in a partner

[Best Personality:] "An unflinching realist who not only faces the truth, but deals it out themselves. Ambition, and the ability to be honest with themselves about who they are." [Best Eye Colour:]  "Who gives a shit? If I find them worthwhile, I'll like their eyes, I assure you." [Best Hair Colour:] "Who's out here checking people off a list because their hair is the wrong color? I mean, after some shit I went through, I might not want to ever see another red-head again, but realistically...who gives a single fuck? I think you're asking the wrong questions here. People often do - too busy dwelling on lust at first sight." [Best Thing to do With a Partner:] "Murder? Crime in general? ...Or a hot bath."

ten: finish the sentence

[I Love…] ...I just told you I don't do love. But...I do love the sun." [I Feel…] everything at once, or nothing at all, it seems." [I Hide…] who I am." [I Miss…] my family." [I Wish…] ...wishes are for simpletons. Actions achieve what you want." Thanks for the tag: @eligos-venator @placesyoucallhome @bek-sc @sundered-souls (I think I found you all who tagged me!)

I am late to this party! Tag yourselves if you want to do it, so I can read your stuff! I feel like most folks have done it, and I'm too brain-dead atm to root around in the bowels of Tumblr to see who hasn't, since I'm many days late! XD

[selimunfridhirako]

Shinji Hirako x Reader

💜 The First Date💜

A/N: I haven't been writing much and I do deeply apologize for that, again this is my secondary account, my first is @targaryens-blog I'm no longer allowing submissions no longer accepting requests at this time but for selimunfridhirako I'll have the ask box open if anyone would like to send anons just chatting or discussing topics. now that's out of the way I am taking a break from writing bnha/mha and will be focusing on creating Bleach content! I'll be tagging a few of my favorite bleach blogs I've found while trying to find good ol bleach content writers and here's a few to list^^@shinji-slut @sexintheseireitei @seireiteisins @hirako5hinji @buriedinbleach @jazzandzanpakutos @theseireitei @thesecondcircleofkel

First I know none of us talk I'm just simply a fan of all your works and you all inspired me to write bleach again your all my favs and truly hope you never give up writing for your favorite fandoms. This is my first official time writing for Shinji Hirako and I guarantee it won't be as good lol but that's the point! I just wanna write whether it's good or not. Please enjoy this scenario! Also tagging @so---ft & @fi16ns ! Much love

-Tara

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Word count: 17k

Warnings ⚠️: minor Alcohol use

Pairing: Shinji Hirako x Fem reader

Prompt: You finally worked the courage to ask Shinji on a date after years of pinning after the male. How will this might turn out?

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*You shouldn't be this nervous. Twiddling your thumbs and eyes down casted. Your head soon followed the sound of Shinji's voice, complaining about being hungry. You giggled mostly to yourself before sighing. Your heart soars everytime he's near, shake your head when hiyori and him are having their little spats, you go out of your way to even bring the blonde new magazines to read for his downtime. Way more than you'd like to admit. Your friend nudges you and smiles. "Just ask him if you guys can talk privately, it'll be okay." They say. Oh how easy you wish it could actually be. To work up such a courageous act to simply ask a man on a date. It'd be much easier if he would do it instead. Girls don't ask boys out, do they?. Finally after minutes chewing on your bottom lip you finally stood from where you sat and casually sauntered over to where he was sitting on the couch. Face in hand, his light brown eyes scanned the room before landing on your frame. He noticed you're tense shoulders and opted to sit upright and his attention on you to hopefully ease you Of whatever nervousness you're feeling. "Shinji.. Can we go outside and talk?." He smiles sweetly before placing his magazine on the couch, forgotten and getting up to follow you out. Now here, him standing in front of you, the idea seemed far more difficult than before. His slouched position and hand in his pocket, his free hand begun scratching the back of his head not knowing what to do now. You start to feel your chest feel extremely heavy, and heart begun to drop in your stomach just by his body language. You were scared shitless on what to do now. "Nice day out, huh?." You said trying to start some small talk.*

*Shinji's head looked up towards the clear blue sky before mumbling a "Yeah." In agreement and leaning his back against the wall of the warehouse for support. Shit. This couldn't get any worse. Your eyes closed and mentally slapped yourself at how pathetic you were being choosing to play with the hem of your sweater instead. Little did you know that Shinji was watching your every move and expression in his peripheral. And decided to break the ice for you.*

*"So, whatdya need ta talk ta me bout'?." **Your (eye/color) eyes finally met his calm one's. Feeling ease creeping into your every fiber and relaxing, but only a little. "Well, I. I just wanted to know-. " you made a humming sound through your nose and rubbing your arm to calm your nerves. * *'just. Ask. Him'*

*"Date.. With. Me?." Silence. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind rustling the loose leaves on the street. Soon though, his smile grew into his signature smile and his eyes twinkled.*

*"Yer askin' me out on a date (Name)?."*

*You couldn't Shake your head any faster almost causing you to get dizzy at the eagerness. Before a soft smile shown on your features.*

*"Y-Yes! If. You want to.." Why were you so nervous? You've been on dates before? But then again asking first was singlehandedly the hardest thing you've ever done.*

*"Hmpf. Nev'a been asked by a cute girl before. T'sound nice. When is it?." His smooth voice rang in your ears and heart lept with excitement.*

*"How's 7:30 pm?."*

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Here now in your room, You stared at your reflection for the 20the time, finding something new that needed touched up and make-up to be reapplied. Fixing your hair and smoothing down the dress giving yourself another look over. The dress your friend helped you pick out was stunning. White knee length, with semi thick straps that connected in the back with a lace design. With floral flowers in the color of pinkish red and a sash that wrapped around your waist. Final thing to top off was a white and black laced shawl you'll use to wrap around your arms and a simple hand bag for your phone makeup and wallet. You felt that since you were the one that asked him out, you figured it be appropriate to pay for the two of you as well. Role reversed much?. You let out a soft laugh.

Hearing you're phone beep, you quickly pulled it out of your purse before checking the message

Shinji 🎷:*Hey doll, M'Here."*

A dust of Pink adorned your cheeks while you let out a giggle from the nickname he gave you, before dashing off from your room to meet him at the front door. Opening the door, Shinji turned to the sound, adorning in a white button up shirt with a black tie, suspenders, black slacks with a nice pair of white and black dress shoes and holding a dark blue jacket on his forearm. He pulls his sunglasses up on his head and gave a modest whistle. "Yer lookin great (Name). N' all dressed up fer me?." He became so comfortable with that statement that he landed a hand on your waist to pull you closer getting a wiff of your nice smelling perfume and shampoo. "Gorgeous."

You smiled looking down at the ground, pulling a stray hair behind your ear.

"You're looking incredible yourself Shinji." He scoffs.

"Nah. This ole' thing?. Ts'been collecting dust."

You playfully slapped his chest before walking down the steps to the side walk. "So I was thinking about this nice restaurant I seen walking with (friends/name), wanna check it out?."

Shinji threw his palm up to stop you.

"No darlin. This one on me. I know a good place." Taking your hand in his he throws his jacket over his shoulder and proceeds down the street to a jazz club downtown. During the walk you soon discovered he called ahead and even made a reservation. Your mouth hung open and gawked at how fast he moved. You had only asked him out that morning and already he's made arrangements? Your heart wasn't sure how much you could handle this man.

After sometime walking you made it to a building called *'Cocktails and Dreams'*. Shinji opened the door for you and followed inside. The room was not too dark, but not too light, there was red leather booths sitting along the walls and small rectangular tables wrapped in red satin silk filling the middle of the room, and at the end of the room stood a beautiful stage with red, blues, pinks and purple stage lights. A piano, saxophone, a couple electric guitars and a cello sitting on their perks with band mates beginning their routine. The smell of cigars and delicious food filled your senses as you looked around. There wasn't many people here, probably regulars and some folks sitting at the bar upon entering the building and to top off this classy place soft jazz music played. Filling your soul with something it hasn't felt in many years. Warmth and happiness.

You were brought from your thoughts when the waitress walked past you. "Your booth is this way sir." Shinji threw his arm around your waist and led you to where you'll be seated together. He leaned down to whisper in your right ear. "So, whatcha think doll face.? Yer kinda place?." Your spine shivered with anticipation and licked your lips before responding. "It's perfect." Whilst making eye contact. He smirks, when the waitress took the card off the table she gestured the two of you to sit while she asked you two what drinks to start with. Shinji allowed you to slide in first before following suit. "Ya wanna alcoholic beverage or just water fer now?." He asked leaning towards you with that smile you love so much. "Water for now please." He nodded, "Two waters."

The waitress wrote it down and set two menus for you both to look over. Even the menu was fancy. "Ya wanna talk first then order? Or jus order than talk?." You smiled before placing the menu down. Sitting your chin in both your palms you leaned towards Shinji looking directly at him. He scooted closer to the point of your legs touching and threw his arm on top the booth chair behind you. He looked easy going and relaxed. Eyes half lidded while he looked at you through his lashes. You couldn't help but move in next to him and laying your head on his shoulder. This display of physical intimacy surprised the both of you before he let out a hearty chuckle.

"Where's'tha blushy nervous cutie who asked me out this mornin? M'not sure why but I'm enjoyin this kinda attention." You laughed with him. "I don't know. I guess once the jitters wore off happiness replaced it." You felt his head tilt to peer at the crown of your head. "Yer happy?." You hummed in agreement. Before lifting to look at him face to face. "To be honest I've been pinning after you for awhile." You looked down at the table. His smile faded into a slight frown. "But.. Seeing the way you flirted with girls. I felt I'd never have a chance. Till' this morning." His smile was completely gone but he replaced it with a smirk when you looked back at him. "M'Sorry doll. Nev' expected ya ta even gimme a second glance." You rolled your eyes.

"Well of course I did!." You giggled while he feigned fake hurt. By this time the waitress walked back with your waters and placed them down. Shinji moved to collect them. But you felt the women's presence lurking. You looked up at her and she was staring directly at Shinji, "Are you ready to order now, sir?." He gave a curt nod your way as to ask you as well, when you picked up the menu you quickly picked the chef's choice, as you were nervous to take too long, Shinji picked the same one before handing the menu back to the lady. "Thank you I'll have that right out to you, sir." Before walking away. For some reason you couldn't help but feel as if she disregarded your presence and only noticed Shinji. He turned back to you.

"(Name)." You turned your head his way. "Yeah?." He held your hand in his lap tracing patterns on your skin. "Wanna dance?." You beamed before nodding excitedly. He slid out the booth with your hands still connected before pulling you to your feet and towards the dance floor. The music wasn't too fast but not too slow, and soon he begun spinning you in slow circles before pulling you close to his frame. You giggled. You could feel your hands getting clammy at the closeness as your hands moved to lay atop his shoulders while he swayed and twirled with you on the dance floor. A couple times you had accidentally tripped or stepped on his foot, mumbling apologies while he shrugged it off. He taught you a few jazz moves before doing the signature twirl and dip. His left arm wrapped securely around the mid of your back while the other held your hand. He leaned in close to your face, a blush creeping incredibly fast, heart thumping in your chest. Your eyes widened as his face kept inching closer to yours, your eyes slowly closed Before he landed a soft sweet longing kiss on your forehead and bringing you back upright to his chest. The music ended and people hollered and clapped before music transitioned into a soft melody again.

Grabbing his hand, you both sat back down while laughing amongst yourselves and by then the food arrived. Two words. Mouth watering. House salad with shrimp and steak and to top it off you both ordered a coconut breeze martini to go with the meal. Needless to say you were thankful he picked the place, you knew jazz was his thing and boy did he deliver. You both chatted about music, movies and other favorite topics. Going as far as to critique little details within each topic. His laughs were genuine and sweet. Something you never heard before now, and his body language wasn't so much as lazy and uncaring as most times, but attentive and serious while still retaining his comical behaviour. Everything was perfect, he listened to everything you said chiming in time to time to put in his opinions and comments while you did the same with him. Slight brushing of leg and arms, and occasionally leaning towards the other, lips caressing each other's cheeks while you spoke. Needlessly to say, you begun to get a slight buzz from the alcohol a red hue tinting your cheeks. Your giggles and eye smiles were the cutest thing Shinji had ever seen. You were far more relaxed and open with jokes. After two hours sitting and talking and eating, the waitress had come back for the final time to ask if you two wanted anything else, and if Shinji would like the bill. You went to reach for your purse to pay, but Shinji had moved his palm up to stop you as he did before. "It's on me darlin. I'm the man, 'mayyybe' next time ill'have ya pay." Your eyes widened for the up tenth time that night, trying to argue back that it was your treat. And then it hit you. *'next time ill'have ya pay.'*

Your hands shot up to hold your cheeks and stared at Shinji in shock. He laughed watching as you turned away with the brightest blush, *"he said next time? He wants to go out with me again?"* you squealed to yourself. Shinji watched with a soft smile as you had your monologue before seeing the waitress hand him the check, he thanked her before her hand touched his shoulder in a flirtatious way, his eyes narrowed at her gesture.

"I hope you have a nice night sir." She gave him a sultry smile and a wink before walking off to serve another round of tables. He scoffs, upon opening the check he seen a piece of torn paper with a note along with a number written on it. He scoffs again; *'if you want to spend a night with a real women, call me ;)-' (xxx) -xxx- xxxx'*

He makes quick work of the paper after writing the amount on the bill then left a note for the waitress. He didn't even bother to wait for her to collect the check before he insisted you and him leave for a walk. He slides out, taking your hand in his and helping you out of the booth and putting his hands on your hips to follow you outside.

The waitress had walked eagerly back to your tables to collect the check and plates. Quickly opening the check with anticipation before her face fell in disappointment.

*'Thanks, but I got a real women. Oh, and ya not gettin a tip :) hav'a nice night.'*

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the walk was even more peaceful, not so much chatting, just making small comments about the scenery or how well the food and music was.

Your eyes turned to look at Shinji. "I didn't want to bring this up, but I felt that the waitress-. " Shinji stiffened.

"Didn't like me very much." He hummed. "S'fine dollface. I took care of it." Your heart swelled you could hear your friends voice echoing through your head. *"Cuff him. Cuff him."*

You let out laugh to which caused Shinji to turn his head. "Wha'so funny?." You Shook your head and squeezed his hand, by this time you both had made it to your home. He walked you to your door. "Well. This is me." He begun to slouch and scratch his head again mumbling to himself. The action would've made you think he was disinterested but the light pink hue dusting his cheeks told another story. You laughed at him and placed a hand on his upper arm drawing him from his thoughts. His soft brown eyes scanned your features before walking closer to you holding your hand in his with utmost care.

"Shinji."

"Yes dear?."

"Can. We do this again?."

He smiles. "Absolutely."

It was your turn to smile. Before your hands followed his arms up to his shoulders, and stopping at where his neck connects, soft hands wrapping where his neck starts and peering into his eyes with heated passion. You sighed softly smelling his expensive cologne.

"(Name)."

"Yes?."

"May I, kiss ya now?. Fer real this time."

You stood on your tiptoes to get closer to his face. Pulling his face only centimeters away from where you wanted him the most. Your lips were parted for him, his eyes lowered from her irises to your parted pink lips.

Before finally closing the gap to a kiss as Swift and loving as the first shine of sun adorning the horizon. And left little to the imagination of his feelings towards you. You wish you could say the kiss was short but you both held it for as long as your lungs could allow, before finally parting for air at last.

Breathless and full of love.

"I'll see ya tomorrow yeah?." You nodded excitedly before pulling him in for a hug. "Goodnight shinji. Thank you for a wonderful time."

He gives you one more squeeze before letting you go and walking in the direction of the warehouse. You leaned against your front door after sighing dreamily to yourself. You should ask him out more often.

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A/N: hope this was amazing unfortunately my computer is down so I had to do all of this on mobile and wasn't able to put a Read More™ link. It was supposed to be a short one shot to get me started but inspiration bug hit so I apologize for the long post. I hope you enjoyed, my ask box for this side blog is open feel free to slide in and say hi! Love you all and more works will be upcoming ~ stay tuned. Much love

- Tara 🐉🔮

[killian-whump]

I'dd totally chip in if Colin did a Kickstarter or so with "If I get a total of X€, I'll record a video of me talking and post it on youtube". Would love to watch him nerding out about guitars or something, but publicly available content is better.

AGREED! That's why I added the "don't you dare" tags on that post. I mean, yeah, if I was made of money, I'd join a ridiculously expensive Colin club to get access to videos of him talking to us... but then I'd rip 'em and send 'em to my besties without any money.

Well, and again, that's IF I had a bunch of money, which I don't, so I'd be forced to go without - as would a good number of his fans. And we'd be bitter about it. And eventually we'd find different celebrities to support, celebrities that didn't make us feel like we were too poor to be their fans.

Which is why I'm with you. I think that idea would be the best, if celebrities WANT to charge their fans for content in the first place. But in all honesty, I think doing so is a pretty shitty thing to do in the first place. It's why sites like Cameo annoy the ever-loving shit out of me and I kinda have a love/hate thing with cons in the first place. I preferred the days of free book/album signings waiting outside a stage door in the bitter cold hoping for a glimpse of your fave. I mean, admittedly, those days are long past me now and I wouldn't be willing to wait around somewhere for either of those things... but this whole "celebrity paywall" nonsense where the rich get to waltz right into a private one-on-one and the poor have to spend a month or two's wages to get a fucking autograph and picture is absolute fucking bullshit. And it boils my blood when less stingy celebrities, like Colin, get literally policed or have items they signed confiscated by money-hungry convention promoters because GODS FORBID a celebrity give out their precious attention when it exists to be monetized and used to make the convention company rich. Fuck conventions.

Sorry, That's an altogether different rant. What were we even talking about? Oh yeah. A Kickstarter for fans to pay a celebrity for content. I mean, that would be WAY better than a literal paywall to access said content, but I still say that celebrity content is like promotional material - for themselves. It's a shit move to charge fans to see it no matter how you slice it. It's like if you had to pay money to watch TV ads. Like, fuck off with that bullshit.

But I guess if you call it an "acting school" there's not much other people can say about it. I mean, you're a teacher now. They're your students. You're teaching them to be proper thespians. I mean, it all sounds good and proper on paper, doesn't it?

[venomsvl]

Your Fault

Pt.1 || Pt.2 || Pt.3 || Pt.4

Summary: Betty copper, a  perfect girl next door, wants to reflect back the anger and hurt feelings, back to Jughead. In order to reach her main goal; Revenge.

Warning: tbh I don't know

Betty's POV

The first day of school started as any school day, boring. Absolutely boring with a little bit of nothing new.

But around the middle of second class I heard the worst news I could ever hear. In the microphone Principal Weatherbee announcing that Southside High is indeed closing down. And since we only have two schools in Riverdale and one is closing down; the the students would be coming here!

I didn't really think to much into it until I remembered who we saw (more like bumped) yesterday, Jughead Jones. Jughead Freaking Jones is coming here! He's going to go to school with Me!

Who would want to be stuck with their ex-best friend in a small classroom probably most of the day?! It would truly be a living hell.

Am sure it would be because I don't think I would like a whole bunch of annoying comments come my way. He always appeared to be annoying when we were friends am not sure if that changed, but I hope it did. Yet I still plan on ignoring him.

Even though I have been only telling his bad side, he sure did have a heart of gold. He did help me a lot with my homework or studies. And would always make sure I had a smile on my face and if not he would come up with the stupidest ideas just to hear me laugh. He did that a lot special when I come visit him from my house. And I would forever be grateful for that.

I soon became suspicious about him trying to hear my laugh, because even if I was happy he would still try and make me laugh. I even one-time came to a conclusion that he liked me. I was young and naive to know anything so I dropped it. Thinking nothing of it except one of my stupid theories.

It had been almost 4 years since I talked to him or seen him in that matter. At first I was depressed but soon after I moved on because I shouldn't drool over the past. I don't know how he looks and I hope he doesn't recognize me, to not talk to me.

And if am being honest am a nervous wreck. But am also thanking God that I have time to adjust for about a week or two til they come.

Jughead's POV

I and Toni were sitting in the Red and Black office thinking and thinking for ideas on what to write on our next article, that was 'til Sweet pea and Fangs came in rushing towards us.

Mumbling incoherent words while thing to catch their breath, neither me nor Toni understood a word.

Asking them to calm down first and to take a deep breath. But what they said next made me regret that.

"Jug, Jughead. We got I don't know if it's bad or good news to you but we're all going to Riverdale High" both Fangs and Sweet Pea uttered.

Now that is just the worst news ever. You may ask why would you hate going to a school with better facilities?

Easy, let me explain. I have to endure my old friends 24/7. And I don't want to do that.

I think they saw the shocked expression that was on my face. I had to see all three of them during classes and lunch. Even maybe the hallways.

If am being honest I miss them ever so much. Especially Betty; she was and will always be my crush. You may call me stalker but I almost know everything about her and her life.

And the worse part was, that she was crushing so ad on Archie. I mean why not he was the perfect guy next door.

I stayed but and ignored my feelings.

To this day I don't regret leaving them.

Ever, because if I didn't they would all be dead.

I was sad and broken for not being able to see them anymore. And the only way to cut them out of my book was by writing a fight with them.

The first time I saw them was yesterday; were we bumped into each other. I was to focused on my phone to notice them walking in. I couldn't look at their eyes or even bring myself to utter the word 'hey'. I just acted as if I never took notice in them.

I had contained myself so well the last few years but I just couldn't handle it anymore when I saw them holding hands and laughing together.

When I got home, a choking sob broke through my throat. Tears racing down my face, hitting the floor. Knees getting weaker bring me towards the floor, sobbing like there is no tomorrow.

Out of my anger and sadness, I had trashed the whole trailer upside down. Tables were flips, couch pillows thrown God knows where, vases broken on the floor, shelves taken out of the wall, damaged books... You get the picture.

The show was two days way. The grand finally to the Pep rally. They would be playing as a band at the show but one of the band members was refusing to go up the stage.

I got a flash back to when we were all still friends, maybe a month or two before the grand fight had happened.

FLASH BACK

That person was Jughead; he had lost his beloved beanie. He could go up the stage without it because it meant everything to him; it was basically his lucky charm. Without it he couldn't think straight.

"Until Jug's real hat turns up, I'll make a look like substitute for our show date's" Betty had offered Jughead to make him a duplicate of his hat just for him to feel happy and relieved.

"Great. But it just won't be the same" that was the reply he had said. He had a huge frown on his face showing how he felt about loosing his hat.

"Jug. It's just for a day you would be wearing that. Til we find your hat. I know how much it means to you"

Even when they were little she would look after me. The thought of her learning knitting just for me to feel happy again made my heart flutter.

Am guessing because of the breakdown, I had passed out on the floor. Since that was where I had woken up rudely might I say; by a phone call from Toni making sure I wasn't late.

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Damned

Part 1 | 2 | 3

Fallen Angel!Sirius AU

Heavily inspired by: Fallen by Lauren Kate

Disclaimer: The first few parts will be based from the Prologue from the game, credits to Cybird for that! If the "series" gets too long, go to the "Damned - Sirius" tag for easy navigating!

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Me and Ray started to discuss that what if MC was the next Alice. He had mentioned that she would be necessary for fending off the Red Army. Internally, I was against the idea of using a precious lady as a tool for war, but I nodded to him instead.

"If she joins the Black Army, we could withstand the magical forces of the Red Army."

A bright light from beyond the hedges to where MC had run off to had caught our attention. That's where the Red Army Generals' meeting had taken place. I hope she didn't get hurt by that light.

"Call in Luka and Seth, she's surely held captive by the Red Army now."

We immediately rushed back to the Black Army Headquarters and I called in Luka and Seth. They got a little too excited to hear that Alice had finally arrived in Cradle. Fenrir had overheard the orders and immediately volunteered to be back up in case of an emergency.

"All you need to do is spy on the Red Army barracks and see what they plan to do with MC. Do not engage a fight them. We will then meet up at the Central Quarters by sunrise. Understood?" I bellowed. I was worried that she would get scared if a fight broke out so suddenly.

"Yes sir!" They rushed to their horses and took off. I started to call the soldiers of the army, Ray had wanted to meet them before dawn by the courtyard. Once everyone was ready, I turned to Ray and he stood in front of them.

"Soldiers!" He shouts and the army stood upright then saluted. "A few hours ago, Alice had arrived in Cradle named as MC. She is currently held captive by the Red Army and no one knows what they plan to do with her. She could either be used as a weapon against us, or our greatest defense. " I flinched subtly at his last sentence. "We are at the verge of war and MC can help us resolve our conflicting issues if she joins our side. For the protection of Cradle nd its people, we must protect and keep watch over her. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" The soldiers respond in unison.

"Freedom soars on Raven wings!" Ray shouts.

"Freedom soars on Raven wings!" The soldiers yell back. Ray scans the soldiers and I start to worry more, it was bad timing that MC had arrived at a time like this. Her safety is something that I need to prioritize, but being the Queen of Spades, it was difficult to do so.

A raven messenger had arrived with a piece of paper tied around its neck. Ray immediately opens and reads the letter. His eyes grew wide and turned to us again. "Go to the Central Quarters quickly! Luka, Seth, and Fenrir are under fire!"

I rush to the carriage and the carriage takes off immediately. I looked up at the sky that was starting to glow a crimson light. The first rays of sunlight after a long eventful night had reached through the leaves of the trees and grass. I watched the landscape transition from the Black Army Headquarters, to the dewy fields and quiet town of the Black Territory, to the cobblestone streets and buildings of the Central Quarters quickly. My worry for MC was starting to grow -- what if she decides to join the Red Army? That means I would never be able to see her. Worse, I might just watch her fall in love with someone else.

The carriage stops and I quickly stepped out, I stood next to Ray and faced West, where the Red Army Territory was located. Three horses was seen at the distance and they were charging in fast.

"They're safe!" A Black Army soldier cheered. I squint to try and see the extra figure in Luka's arms. MC was with them!

They halt when they neared us and got off their horses. Luka helps MC off and I stare in shock. She didn't take their side, she's here!

"Glad you're back in one piece. But why did you bring MC back with you?" These weren't the words I wanted to say.

"Nice to see you again so soon, MC." Ray grins at her. She lets out a breath and smiles widely at us, her eyes squinting and her cheeks tinted with a light dash of pink. Despite being up all night, she looked like she was glowing against the sun's rays.

"Ray! Sirius! You have no idea how relieved I am to be back here!" She remarks happily to us. I could already see the imaginary flowers blooming around her and the cute little sparkles. She was absolutely adorable.

"MC, you already know our king and queen? Talk about a small world, huh?" Fenrir chips in. She inhales a sharp breath as she turns to look at us, I guess we forgot to tell her our roles.

"You're really good at popping up at the worst possible time." Ray softly smiles at her. It was very true, in her previous lives, she would always burst in at the most unconventional time. During her life as a 17th century Victorian noblewoman, she would suddenly enter at Security Meetings held at the Grand Hall, without really intending to. She would often use me as an excuse, which was both annoying and life saving. Another event was during the gladiator match in Greece, she fell from the balcony by accident, making me push the man I was fighting with so far away from me that he travelled across the arena and I quickly ran to save her from her fall.

"That's not my intention, but--" MC tries to explain before Luka had cut her off.

"We can chat later, the enemy is approaching." We turn our gazes up and see the four generals were leading a perfectly synchronized battalion of soldiers clad in red and white.

I see MC, tensed that something big was gonna happen.

"What the heck is this about?" Ray frowns as he watches the Red Army march towards us.

"Well, you see, we had a little run-in, so to speak, with the Red Army at the gates to their barracks." Seth explains.

"Seriously? Do I need to send you all back to school for Recon 101?" I frown at him. It wasn't necessary to put MC in danger like this.

"There you go again with that salty face. I don't know why you're so upset!" He smiles as if a fight wasn't brewing. "If you really thought that nothing was going to happen, then why did you bring so many men?" He glows as he grins, eyes so deceiving that you'd never think he wants to fight for a war.

"The Reds have been waiting for 500 years for an excuse to strike, and they've finally found their reason." Ray frowns as the Red Army's march had stopped. We faced against our opposing side.

"I'm quite impressed, I wasn't expecting the Black Army to send its leaders out to welcome us." Edgar smiles, unbefitting to the situation at hand.

"You took that girl, who was under our care, and then had the audacity to attack. Explain yourselves." Jonah's icy amber eyes pierces through us, the way he says it makes it look like he was playing the victim card.

"You almost had me fooled into thinking you were a victim there for a minute. Twist the truth too much and your face might end up that way too." I couldn't hold back my tongue from talking as I smirked at him, his eyebrows furrowing further.

"Say that once more and you'll rue the day you were born!" He says through gritted teeth.

"How dare you insult our Queen!" A red soldier retorts, I almost laugh at their pointless aggressiveness. The Red Army's growls and hate starts to grow louder until a loud voice booms from behind.

"Silence!" Lance bellows as the soldiers part in half to give way to his entrance. He looked powerful as always. His head was held high, with a cold emotionless gaze that had seemed the only expression he ever had since he became the King of Hearts.

"Bow down to the King of Hearts, Lancelot! May glory run crimson through our veins!" A soldier yells.

"May glory run crimson through our veins." His eyes were fixated on MC as she stares back, her body slightly shaking from tension. He knows. "My proud men, there is no need to draw your swords." His eyes glowed red as he waved his hand. Our weapons were lifted to the air and had suddenly vanished. A dirty player as always.

"There goes our boss again, overdoing it with the magic." Kyle sighs as his shoulders slightly slump down, making it known that he was uninterested with the whole fiasco.

"It looks like we skipped over the "threaten the enemy" stage." Seth declares as if this was a casual process.

"You think that's all it takes to stop us? Come on! We've been waiting for this battle for 500 years!" Fenrir's eyes held excitement and manic, he clenched his fists tightly as he smiles widely.

"He's right. Leaders of the past may had put this battle off, but the time has come for us to fight." Zero declares. He was a good soldier, his courage and strength made him the perfect Ace for the Red Army.  He was always in a firm stance, always ready to fight.

"An excellent summation, Zero. Well done!" Edgar remarks out of nowhere, earning a pained look from him.

"If you're thinking of surrendering, now is the time. I hope you heard that Luka. " Jonah's face softens as he glances at his beloved younger brother, who in turn, looked away with a frown.

"Did somebody say something? Because all I heard was a gust of hot air." He rolls his eyes and Jonah sighs softly from across us.

I glance over at MC again and see her look back and forth the two sides worriedly, completely caught in the middle of a brewing war.

"Lance, call this off!" I call out to him, hoping that our friendship could reach through his heart and withdraw the fight.

"Don't speak as if we're friends, Queen of Spades." He looks at me with cold sharp eyes, his  expression never faltering, then his voice lowered a pitch. "I have a message for the Black Army -- from this day forth, you have been absored into the Red Army."

"I have a message for the Red Army -- quit spouting nonsense." Ray replies, the two Kings glare sharply at each other.

"In that case, I'll just have to dissolve every last one of you." His eyes glowed crimson again as his hands start to illuminate with magic. Before he could raise it towards us, MC quickly reaches her hands out, in between the two Kings.

"Please! Stop!" She cries as a barrier of light appears in front of her. Lance's spell dissolves into nothing as the light fades away. He looks at her again, his frown softening back to his usual empty expression.  "So Jonah's report was true." He looks at her from head to toe, "Alice the Second really has appeared." He walks towards MC and looks down at her, making his voice loud and clear for her to hear very clearly. "Just be warned, Alice -- I consider anybody who gets in my way an enemy." My blood boils at his threat, he didn't have to frighten her more, she's already confused and tired at everything being thrown at her all at once. You're not like this, what happened? Before I could open my mouth to speak, Ray had stepped forward.

"Stop making stuff up as you go!" He walks towards Lance and MC, shielding her away from the King of Hearts' gaze. "Her name is MC, not Alice."

A carriage violently pulled up before us, taking the attention of all the soldiers and Generals. "That'll do, gentlemen." Blanc steps out of the carriage, along with Oliver. He walks towards the two Kings, who then parted from each other.  He smiles softly at MC, calming her worries little by little.

"I don't know what you're thinking, pulling a stunt like this so early in the morning. Don't you know people live here?" Oliver frowns at MC, who looked more confused than ever.

"The Central Quarter is a neutral zone. Any and all forms of combat are strictly prohibited here." He yells loud enough for everyone to hear. "The entire country of Cradle will be at great risk if you destroy its economic and political center."

You always knew how to break up a fight at the right time, thank you, Blanc.

After a long moment of silence, Lance finally speaks, anger and annoyance evident in his voice. "Let it be known, this is the only time I will humor the request of a record keeper. Troops, fall back!" MC sighs as Lance takes his leave, along with his entourage of soldiers.

"I can't leave you without something to fret over, Alice." Jonah walks up to her and Luka grips his greatsword tightly. I raise my hand to stop him from doing anything stupid, although I myself want to break that pretty boy's face for trying to threaten her like that. "I'll have you under my command soon enough. You'll learn to enjoy serving me." He leans a little to close for comfort and I hear Luka scowl at his brother under his breath. "I hope you'll look forward to it as much as I am." He turns and Lance faces MC once again.

"Alice -- I doubt that it will be long until I see you again, but until then, enjoy what little time you have left with your life." For a sheer second, his eyes grew sad, something was up. His cape flies around him as he turns, leading his troops to retreat back to the West. I gather up the courage to finally talk to her again, hoping to try and deviate the threats from scaring her too much.

"So you really are from the Land of Reason, MC?" I try my best to make small talk. She nods at me and meets my eyes again.

"Yes, I am. It wasn't my intention to come here, but now I'm stuck here until the next full moon." She explains. She looks away from me and bit her lip, thinking hard of what could happen next.

"Don't worry." I place my hand on her shoulder and she looks back up at me, hoping that this gesture could ease her nerves. "We'll make sure you find your way home." London was the safest place for her, she would never be happy here, being caught up in the middle of a war. I rethink my choices and plan what to do to keep her safe and under my care, but I know that it would never be possible.

Things need to change, and sending her home in 30 days is all I need to do to keep her safe. I'm fighting against fate now.

"Thank you, Sirius." She smiles up at me, the tiredness had slowly grown evident in her eyes.