#it's just longer and dyed green to match the clothes

[planet-poptropica]

⋆ You guys need to stop giving me IDEAS djhsbdjhs-/j I instantly had to start doodling a concept for....uh, her/them. (I can’t come up with a name for her.) I’m sure this won’t be her final look, but I tried my best with what I had. I’ll explain her design in the tags, but I think it’s pretty self-explanatory. ⋆ ⋆ Anyone have any name ideas? ⋆

[hexagonspress]

BE by tothewillofthepeople

Grantaire is earnest in this, and it’s heartbreaking. Enjolras can’t look away. This is just a rehearsal. Grantaire is still wearing skinny jeans. They have lights and phones and textual analysis and thousands of years of history between now and then and yet– When Grantaire speaks, the distance collapses. (Grantaire as Hamlet.)

Title: Middle Ages Deco Headers/Accents: Letter Gothic Standard Body text: Adobe Caslon Pro Case title: Goudy Initialen

38,667 words | 224 pages

Binderary book 1: a long-favourite EXR fic. I love wild Les Mis AUs and I love Shakespeare and this is all of that in such a lovely lovely form. Stage manager Enjolras is inspired. Also, I've been frothing at the mouth to use my special blackletter fonts and go suuuper overboard designing and this was Perfect for that purpose.

More pictures/design/process under the cut.

Design and Construction Case: Flat-back case binding with bradel board covers and spine. The spine cloth is Hollander's pearl linen in charcoal grey. The painted titles were done in Amsterdam acrylic ink in silver, with a pair of scissors because I don't own a painting brush and likely never will. The cover papers are printed on 80gsm white printer paper and glued with a regular Elmer's glue stick and PVA on the turn-ins, and the whole case is sprayed with workable fixatif to (hopefully) preserve it longer-term.

Covers: The front and back covers were designed in Photoshop. The centre image is a William Morris pattern, and the top and bottom little circles are Renaissance printer's ornaments (pngs by the lovely @helle-bored of Renegade Bindery) that I vectorized in Illustrator (Illustrator and I were sworn enemies until this month. Now we're forced friends. Like enemies to lovers).

Insides: Endpapers are a William Morris pattern recoloured in Photoshop to be a richer green and red, obv, for EXR. Printed with inkjet on 80gsm printer paper and glued to gold cardstock, and sewn into the textblock. Endbands are pre-sewn from Hollanders, dyed gold with acrylic ink to match the endpapers.

Typesetting Typeset was done in InDesign. This is a one-shot with scene breaks, so to match the theatre theme of the piece I replaced the horizontal line breaks with flagged scene numbers. I tried to strike a balance in the typesetting between classic Shakespearean aesthetic with the blackletter drop caps and cover fonts versus what you might see in a theatre script book with the monospace accents. The title spread uses a transparent decorative frame, again from Helle's collection; the large box in the middle with the title was part of the original frame and then I duplicated and resized it for the author name and my imprint.

We All Do It, or, the Mistakes Section I somehow managed to print the cover papers nine inches tall and didn't see a problem with it until they came off the printer. Truly who knows how that happened. I was working on the case at two in the morning and cut the spine cloth the wrong length three separate times...earned the measure once cut twice badge big time for that one. The endpapers were an ordeal and a half for real. What I learned: print them too big and glue the cardstock to the back, then trim the paper to size, not the other way around otherwise you'll end up with big ugly gaps where the trimming was a few millimeters off. Whoops.

And...more pictures

I'm particularly pleased with how the covers here came out so here's closeups. Also, the arc on the spine that you can see in the endband on the last one is really pleasing to me lol I fought a war trying to get the flatback hinge calculations right.

[queerpossumtrenchcoat]

Let's talk gender expression, awful haircuts and realisation of who I am! I came out as gender fluid approximately around the age of the third picture above- and I got an awful haircut to match it, but at the time I felt like THE gender vibe; I was 13, or so, and didn't realise I looked like I'd had a fistfight with a weed whacker. It was a stepping stone however, for me to discover who I was; after this time I started to experiment with my look, name and pronouns, leaning more towards he/they and slowly changing my name from Jaimee to Jai and or James- small steps, I know, but crucial ones in me realising my dead name no longer really fit me as a person. James was a family name after all. Finding myself wasn't always glamorous, the look wasn't always particularly handsome or pretty, it was colour the tips of my hair with sharpie markers and conditioner until my hair had a distinctly petrol-and-macadamia type stench or cutting it with a cheap, disposable razor which ended up giving me hair reminiscent of the early 2000s emo scene (which I totally was, even if I only saw 6 years of the 'early 2000s!'). I would hack off chunks, flatten my chest with cheap Duct Tape and wear boxers I stole from my dad in order to feel some semblance of who I was, using makeup to poorly build cheek bones and eyebrows so I could look like my hero at the time, Brendon Urie (God, that aged poorly..) In time I got creative, I learned that my parents wouldn't let me get a 'real boy's haircut' so I'd have to improvise; here came the next 6 months of beanie hats and ponytails pulled over to create a 'boy fringe' which, in retrospect, was giving more Justin Beiber than Emo Quartet, but that all chained when I turned 16 and... Got to dye my hair for the first time!! It was the greatest experience for my gender to date!! My mother bought me midnight blue hairdye for my 16th birthday and helped me dye it; I looked in the mirror at my fairly short ish, dark blue hair and I saw it. I saw him, stood staring back at me with tears in his eyes. I saw ME. I told my girlfriend, at the time anyway, straight away and she accepted me with open arms- I think she was expecting the genderfluid-to-trans masc timeline, which funnily enough he followed in 2022 during lockdown. Lockdown dug its claws into my gender and expression quite deeply; while at home with my mother, father and two very young siblings I came to experiment with my gender a lot more, dressing in more masculine clothes and cutting my hair off for 'sake of ease', or that's what I told my parents anyway- they believed it too, surprisingly. I went through college having to somewhat pretend I was just a feminine man, I was exhausted and on the brink of suicide, as most people my age at the time were, and went by Eden because it seemed more palatable to the others around me- didnt stop me being picked on, but it wasn't by students... It was my own teacher! Shout out to Miss Dunsby! Then I dropped out of college. I picked up a shitty little cafe job as a barista and linecook, cooking meals, making coffees, pretending I gave half a shit about a joke I'd heard over and over again; I dyed my hair neon green and used my pay checks to get it cut SHORT short for the first time- I looked hella fine, in my opinion, but I was also starting to realise something.. Maybe I had been right the first time, because I didn't feel like a man all the time. Back to the drawing board... One shaved head and a job at a gay bar later, I started using the art of drag, performing as a female persona, to realise that I was Masc-Agender, like a boyish presenting genderless person. Easy enough, I suppose. I started wearing makeup, being myself and wearing whatever I damn pleased, uncaring of social cues and rules, I was me. I was happy. I AM happy. If there is anything you can take away from this, once you find the part of yourself you can express your feelings, thoughts and emotions with, go wild!! I did and it made realising my truth so much easier!

[bleeding-hart]

visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

[drifthail]

a basic breakdown of emo, punk, and goth— a character resource for writers and artists by someone who is emo :] (under the cut!!)

the most important thing: emo, punk, and goth are all music-based subcultures. you cannot be a part of the subculture without listening to the music.

this is a basic guide and won't be going into subgenres (like screamo, hardcore, etc etc). this is what this guide covers:

the five waves of emo (with a focus on midwestern emo and 2000s emo) and emo fashion

punk rock and punk fashion

gothic rock and traditional goth fashion

i've listened to the majority of bands and songs i mention here!

i'm going based off what i know, so if any info is incorrect, please lmk!! :]

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emo

emotional hardcore (emocore or just emo) formed in the mid 1980s from post-hardcore and hardcore punk

there are five waves of emo music (w/ bands):

1st wave (1980s) - rites of spring 2nd wave (1990s) - the get up kids, cap’n jazz, american football 3rd wave (2000s) - my chemical romance, paramore, fall out boy 4th wave (2010s) - the world is a beautiful place & i am no longer afraid to die, the front bottoms, you blew it! 5th wave (2020s) - home is where

specific songs to listen to:

1st wave: for want of by rites of spring

2nd wave: oh messy life by cap'n jazz

3rd wave: thank you for the venom by my chemical romance

4th wave: match & tinder by you blew it!

5th wave: yes! yes! a thousand times yes! by home is where

midwestern emo fashion vs. 2000s emo fashion

midwestern emo: its hard to find any pictures, so i’m going based off of pictures i was able to find, as well as an explanation by madeline pendleton (an alternative content creator who was a part of the subculture during the 90s).

looking at pictures, denim jeans, striped sweaters, and plaid jackets were popular. very classic loser/nerd vibe.

according to madeline pendleton: black dyed spock rock cuts or karen cuts were popular. clothes: low rise flare jeans, small banti shirts, plaid cowboy snap ups, track jackets, and white collared shirts with ties. accessories and shoes: flower clips, white belts buckled to the side, cowboy hats, low top converse, and saucony jazzes. eyeliner was also common. her video with pictures!

2000s emo: 2000s emo often features choppy, jet black or colourful dyed hair, band tees, studded belts, stripes (especially black and white stripes on arm warmers), spikes, checkers, kandi bracelets, black jeans, and shoes like converse, vans, and doc martens. the fashion is similar to scene. however, scene and 2000s emo aren't the same thing, because scene has different music (and emo has a darker aesthetic overall).

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punk

punk rock (or just punk) formed in the mid 1970s from garage rock

a counterculture; rebels against the mainstream. punks are non-conformists

very politically-driven subculture— generally left leaning, acab, anti-establishment, anti-capitalism, and value individual freedom

punk has a diy ethic (a lot of punk fashion is made of readily available materials that the wearer customizes with things like patches, studs, spikes, paint, etc etc)

several subgenres (anarcho-punk, horror punk, hardcore punk, queercore, riot grrrl, etc etc)

punk bands: sex pistols, dead kennedys, the clash, the misfits, x-ray spex, green day

specific songs to listen to:

god save the queen by the sex pistols

london calling by the clash

art-i-ficial by x-ray spex

punk fashion

punk fashion often features safety pins, patches, spikes, studs, and chains as accessories. leather and denim are common materials for jackets. common hairstyles include mohawks and liberty spikes. many punk outfits are made out of readily available clothes that are accessorized or altered by the wearer. (hence punk's diy ethic)

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goth

gothic rock (or just goth) formed in the late 1970s from post-punk

several fashion types (trad goth, victorian goth, mall goth, cyber goth, etc etc)

goth bands: the cure, sisters of mercy, switchblade symphony, bauhaus, depeche mode, skeletal family

specific songs to listen to:

clown by switchblade symphony

disintegration by the cure

dominion by sisters of mercy

traditional goth fashion

traditional goth fashion mostly uses black and white in its look. the makeup generally consists of white foundation with thin eyebrows, black lipstick, and heavy black eyeliner. hair is teased and worn up. fishnets, lace, flowy dresses, leather jackets, chains, spikes, studs, crosses, and corsets are common clothing and accessories.

[oceansssblue]

["CLAIM THE PRICE"]—Part 1.

ARCANE

SILCO x OFC 💖

"DON'T-SHIT-WITH-ME"-RAY DELIVERS AN INJURED JINX TO SILCO AND SEES HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF WOUND&BLOOD, CHARACTER BOUND W ROPE.

Ray has always been just another scrapy kid from the Lanes. Someone small enough to wander through the mines and get through places others couldn't. Someone with enough spare energy to burn through endless hours of digging tunnels. A young woman with enough muscle mass to carry the findings from where other kids like her dissapeared into the mines to the trucks in which piltovians would drive away with the result of all their hard work and money.

No, Ray had never been particularly noticable. Just another kid with dirty smuged cheeks and a smile too hollow to be considered cheerfull; tiredness etched on every inch of her dry skin. Just like everyone elses, really. Not different, not special. Just another zaunite trying to survive.

She's still a kid from the Lanes. A decade later, her lungs don't work quite right; a burning pain stabbing the insides of her chest whenever she runs too fast or for far too much time. Her skin is still dry, even tearing up at elbows and knees, forehead and fingers; she still works non-stop and always has to be carefull to not get lost and stuck, even if circumstances are different now. Zaun is always dangerous, no matter what –two, three, if you're lucky four wall- room you happen to call home. There's always power above you; and you just have to crawl around and find your way, your path. Pray to not get hurt too bad for you to stand up again the next day and repeat the cycle.

If there's one thing Zaun teaches its citizens –if you could call them that–, it's to be tough. Not as a chosen trait of your personality, not because you want to impress someone else or look more cool and collected. No; you have to be, because you're dead otherwise. Resources are scarce in the Underground; and humans do crazy things for a bite of food after a few days without chewing anything else other than your own clothes to get the need out of you.

That's the whole reason why she stays hidden behind the corner of the street and stares. All of it. She stays put because she knows meddling in would only bring her problems and a bruise or two; she doesn't walk away because the kid reminds her to herself. Just as scrappy, bones as noticable, eyes as lost; and yet, just as fierce.

Ray analyses every detail of the scene. She has never seen the blue-hair girl around before; but she does recognise the men fighting her, with the dark green piece of cloth wrapped around their wrists and too piltovian-looking high boots. In Ray's opinion, carrying an identifier of a criminal syndicate is pretty stupid, even if it's Zaun; it just directs the revenge straigtht back to the source. But she's not here to give these rats lessons; so her dark eyes turn back to the girl.

She's small and slender, as most zaunites are; though she does seem a bit worse for wear than the usual. Ray doesn't know if it's the strange miss match of clothes or the hair colour, the glinting light on her eyes or how she smiles too happily –dying doesn't seem to worry her, apparently– at the situation at hand. She doesn't care to find out either. The only important discovery she finds it's that her blood is constantly dripping from an opened gash on her side; and the kid doesn't appear to be too worried about it to press something over it to make it stop. Not that she has the space and time to do it, anyhow.

Ray only intervenes when it's evident the girl can't hold them back any longer. She does own a gun; but she's not feeling like making that much of a noise, and she's actually quicker with her knifes, so she aims and kills three of them in a three second sucession that leaves everyone still alive momentarily stunned. When the others react, Ray is already rolling through the floor, using a man as a body shield and slashing his neck after throwing her last knife at the last one. It's all surpisingly easy –too easy to be a fight in Zaun–; but these are not true zaunites. They're something in between Up and Down. A tiny, hungry part of her wishes they'd pose more of a threat. More fun.

Kid staring with surprised wide eyes, Ray stands up from the now dead corpse and picks up her five blades. She cleans them against one of the green identifiers on their arms; not wanting to dirt her clothes with blood more than they already are. Blood is hard to wash.

Ray turns to the blue-hair girl; face carefully neutral while she points in the direction of her wound with a clean knife.

"You should cover that up" she tells her, voice almost unbothered, eyes never leaving the girl's. "I doubt you have much more blood left to lose in that skinny body of yours".

She stares, and stares, and stares. And then laughs.

"Dad will have his doctor fixing me in no time. It won't be the first time, and for sure not the last".

She grins. Not as if it's something she's proud of; just as if she's suddenly genuinely happy. She doesn't look like a fighter who enjoys violence anymore; just an innocent kid, now. The switch is intriguing. Ray doesn't point it out.

"Dad must have quite the money to call for a proper doctor to fix up a gash" she comments instead.

This time, the blue-hair kid does smile like she has found her words entertaining; a hint of an amused cheeky smile that warns Ray there's a surprise coming. And oh, is it a surprise...

"Just the King of Zaun" she humms, balancing back and forth in her own toes, and a choked sound leaves the womans throat without her permission.

It's Ray's turn to stare now. That is not just a scrappy zaunite kid; that is fucking Jinx, and the rest of her night has suffered a dangerous turn.

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Ray would've had to be deaf to not hear about Silco's ascending power in Zaun. And even then, she would have sooner or later learnt about him by the way the whole Underground seemed to move around him. The Chem Barons were wary of him –that's how important he had become in the Underground–; and she's definetly not an exception.

Ray has never actually seen Silco. She prefers it that way; not getting close to him means not risking her life unnecesarily, and even in her curiosity, she has always being surprisingly cautious. She knows theres no running away from him now, though; Silco will investigate her daughter's incident sooner or later, and all tries will lead to Ray. So she chats with Jinx, and the girl is all too happy to take her to him. She doesn't stop talking all the way to The Last Drop; blurting whatever comes to her head, and finally growing silent when they push through the bar doors.

Silco is, obviously, not happy. Even if perfectly controlled, Ray can read the ire in his mis-matched eyes and the tension of his muscles and expression. Those intriguing eyes –that inmediately catches Ray's attention– don't last a second before they're focusing on Jinx's blood; a mere hand gesture is enough to command the bodyguards he keeps in the room, and Ray is quickly bound to a chair with rope.

She could have fought her way out of it, maybe. Her knifes seem to be calling her from their hidden place in her boots and the belt around her hips, covered by her jacket; but she's intelligent enough not to use them. She would have been able to kill some of Silco's goons, maybe; but that would only grow his fury for when he'd order his men to follow her to get rid of her body to the very corners of the world. She carefully breathes in, then, and offers no resistance; looking at him in silence while he orquests the room.

"Dad, it's not what it looks like" Jinx beggins to say, playing nervously with one of her braids.

Silco is quick to send her away.

"I'll be the one to determine that" he drags, voice as seductive and soft as it is threatening and dangerous, and Ray can't help but feel a peak of curiosity at the man in front of her. "Go find Sevika and visit the doctor, tend to your wound. Everyone get out".

Silco's bodyguards don't hesitate. They might feel unsure about leaving their boss alone with a potencial criminal; but it's and order, and Ray's effectively tied down. They leave one by one, and close the door after the last. Ray's sure they're waiting on the other side; in case things go wrong.

The air seems to grow heavier now that Silco and Ray are the only presences in the room. He takes his time; stepping around his desk and sitting down behind it in an almost regal way. Albeit attractive –she hadn't expected him to look like that–, he looks partly like just another kid from the Lanes; though Ray's aware he's much more than that. Silco's an interesting mix of yuxtapositions; he keeps the esence of the zaunites, though he's got something that reminds Ray of piltovians. Not in an irritating way; but in how he holds his power, knowing it runs through his veins, his confident but cautious posture and how he scans everything with a mix of wariness and desinterest. He's an intriguing man and Ray's inmediately hooked.

"It's not what it looks like..." he humms, repeating Jinx's words, playing distractedly with the papers on his desk even if Ray knows he's not distracted at all. "So you haven't let my daughter get hurt enough for her skin to turn pale with so much blood loss".

He waits, and Ray knows there's an answer needed. Silco seems like someone patient and at the same time not at all. She feels like he won't like half veiled truths or people trying to escape their way around; so she decides to be brutally honest and answers with her heart pounding blood through her veins. There aren't weapons pointed towards her; but Ray knows Silco doesn't need them.

"I did" she contradicts him, and his blue and almost red eyes inmediately zap up to meet hers. "I would have left her to die too if the way she fighted back didn't remind me of myself at her age. I didn't realise she was your daughter at the time, though. I would have stepped in earlier if I had."

Silco stares. It's a very different feeling than when Jinx does it; this feels like he's scanning her soul, and Ray holds her breath. Powerfull men don't always make the most rational decisions. Power can make you go mad.

"That's good to hear" he answers, an ankle crossing on top of the oposite knee in a way that shouldn't look that atractive. "If I happened to believe you didn't know who my daughter was... Do you enjoy playing the hero often?"

Ray can't help but laugh darkly at that.

"Playing hero makes you end up dead".

He's quick to answer. There's something exciting about the conversation; about the adrenaline and tettering the line of life and death. It's almost as the thrill of a physical fight. Silco's tongue is that sharp.

"And yet here you are".

Ray takes a deep breath. She can't confess what she hasn't done.

"Like I said" she pauses, holding Silco's gaze with her own assured one "Just this once, just because she reminded me of myself".

Silco lets it pass. He's silent for a minute; and Ray uses the time to define his figure with her eyes. His clothes are elegant but not piltovian eccentric; scarlet dress shirt with a black vest and a white-cream tye, details tailored in gold and brown. His hair is combed back; shorter and the sides. A hint of grey mixes with the black strands here and there. He definetly has good taste.

Silco's voice cuts through her thoughts; and Ray suddenly remembers she's not supposed to look at him like that. She's supossed to want to free herself and run away; but she's still just another kid from the Lanes, and kids from the Lanes always find trouble even when they're not actively searching for them.

"Am i correct in guessing you brought my daughter back with the hopes of claiming a reward?"

Ray can't help the hiss that escapes her mouth. She is starting to feel like they're walking in circles, here. Silco's waryness reaches a new level of untrust.

"I didn't know who she was" she repeats, growing frustrated, taking a deep breath to remain calm after that. "And even when I learnt that, I didn't follow her here for that".

Silco tilts his head. A lonely strand of hair falls over his forehead.

"What for, then?"

Ray wonders if Silco always speaks in questions and veiled threats and acussations.

"To save us both the time". She's firm, confident without sounding cocky. "I know you'd send your men to find me, sooner or later, to figure out who I am and what was my part in this whole deal. I don't like having strangers going at my back. I thought it'd be more sensible to sit here and answer all your questions so I can carry on with my life".

If Silco is surprised by her answer, he doesn't show it. His left eye glints like molten lava on his black sclera; a complete oposite to the soothing calm of his sea-blue one.

The interrogation continues, and Ray's wrists and ankles start to feel hurt under the tension of the ropes around her. Silco asks about the fight per se, now; who were they fighting against, how many, if she recognised anything about them, why did it happen, how did she kill them, when did she learn to. She mentions Gray's men and their green wrist bands; and shrugs off the years of practice kill with her knifes.

Ray can see Silco calculating a revenge in his eyes. She's not particularly concerned about that; Gray's men are a cancer for Zaun, traitors selling their brothers to Piltover, and she has no compassion for any of the Upworld or those who help them.

When all is said and done, Silco tentatively touches the motive of her presence again.

"Everyone has a price" he adds. "And I don't like being in debt. There must be something you must want".

There is. In an ideal world, Ray would love to have a good house with a warm heater, good running water, lots of food and new clean cothes. A pet and a comfortable sofa. Ray lives in the real one.

"Money and power comes with enemies. Why would I want that?" she calmly explains her determination to reject the offer. "I have enough to pass by. I'll let you know if somethings comes to mind".

Silco humms.

Without saying a word, he stands up and walks round the table towards her. Ray doesn't dare tear her eyes away from him; observing quietly how he stops in front of her and once again, analyses her. She waits, face tilted slightly up towards him, eyes not hiding anything back. Silco's hand grazes the inner side of her wrist while he untightens the rope, freeing her; she can't help the shiver that runs through her spine at that. If it's because of his cold skin, fear, or attraction, Ray is not quite sure yet. Silco notices it too, but he keeps silent, only flicking his eyes briefly towards her before resuming his job of untying her.

When Ray is finally free, she slowly stands up. Silco hasn't taken more than two small steps back; so their bodies are uncomfortably close, and once again she has to tilt her chin up.

He's strangely handsome. Not in the classical way; one side of his face too scared for that, cheek bones too prominent and eyes too different from each other. But he is; deep, intense stare and wonderfull hair, hard atractive features and power and elegance. Ray is so entraced by him she isn't even aware of how hard and fast her heart is beating against her ribcage; doesn't feel the usual pinching pain of her lungs when her breathing speeds up.

Silco drops the rope to the side and takes, this time, a wide step back. He returns to the safety provided behind his desk and observes her for ten more seconds before finally dismissing her. The air is suddenly back in the woman's lungs.

"You're free to go now".

And so Ray walks away; the memory of the feeling caused by those miss-matched eyes following her all the way back to her four way room she calls home. She has survived the encounter. She's one of the lucky ones.

END OF PART 1.

(PART 2 HERE:)

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AUTHORS NOTE:

TARAAA! FIRST TIME EVER WRITING A SILCO STORY! I LOVE ARCANE AND I PLAY THE GAME TOO; SILCO IS JUST MAJESTIC, SUCH AN INTERESTING CHARACTER. I HOPE I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO PORTRAIT SOME OF THAT HERE.

ALL OF THIS ACTUALLY CAME FROM TRYING TO GIVE THE TALENTED @purplefangirl42 A REQUEST FOR A SILCO/OFC; BUT THE STORY KINDA MADE ITSELF WHILE I WAS WRITING TO HER AND SO HERE IT IS INSTEAD. I ACTUALLY MADE HER ANOTHER REQUEST SO YOU CAN CHECK THAT AND ALL HER OTHER WORKS ON HER BLOG! I'VE READ SOME AND YOU WON'T BE DISSAPOINTED.

REGARDING THIS STORY, JUST KNOW THAT THERE'S (AT LEAST) A SECOND PART BEING COOKED RIGHT NOW. I DON'T THINK IT'LL TAKE ME TOO LONG TO WRITE, SO YOU'LL PROBABLY HAVE IT SOON. REMEMBER ENGLISH IS NOT MY MAIN LANGUAGE SO SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS AND ALL OF THAT :)

PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS AND REBLOG IF YOU CAN!

Xx,

Sky.

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[demonskiss]

putting the “fun” in funeral

pairing: emory x gn!reader

genre: crack

cw: mentions of previous noncon, dehumanization, threat of death to reader

word count: 1k

miraculously, news of one of your relatives’ passing somehow reached you in the cold, damp chamber that is the host’s personal domain. you manage to convince them to let you attend their funeral.

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

The surgeon wipes their hands clean, putting on a pair of leather gloves rather than their signature latex gloves. They don’t even cast you a single stare, pulling out a clipboard and a pen. “Where did you hear about that?” They’d question, writing down meticulous plans for their content. “Emory, I watch the news.” You’d huff, leaning against the chair they so graciously cuffed your leg to. “With your shitty TV, the news of my friends begging you to bring me back home. Of course I’d find out about one of my relatives dying. Can I please go to their funeral?… It’s been so long.”

Emory puts their clipboard down to raise their hand to their chin in contemplation. “You’ve been well behaved recently, no backlash, no harassing my patients on live… I’ll think about it.” They put a bowl of assorted fruits on your lap, and then stands up. “When is this… funeral?” You take a bite out of an apple slice. “In two days, and we’re 6 hours away.” Emory immediately rolls their eyes, leaving you inside their surveillance office.

The morning of the funeral, the host tosses a towel and various black clothing at you. You start to protest, but their harsh glare shuts you up immediately. “Clean yourself up, I won’t be humiliated by your presence, especially since I will attend with you.” You looked down at where the cuff attached to your leg, but only a bruise remained from your previous escape attempts. You could bicker with them, but you can’t afford to waste any time, especially since you’re so exhausted and sore from spending countless days and nights on a wooden chair.

You weren’t safe from Emory’s prying eyes either, the absolute maniac would make you shower right in front of them. You at least had the slight privacy of the glass walls separating you both, but their crimson eyes pierce through your skin, making you shiver. It doesn’t help that it’s a cold shower, and this wouldn’t be the first time that Emory had done this. Make you shower, they’d watch, and then they get tired and fuck you mercilessly against the wall until your legs turn to jelly and you would be incapable of snarking back at them. You begin to grab for the soap first, but an annoyed voice echoes. “Shampoo first. Are you that much of an imbecile to not go in the conventional order?”

You drop that idea pretty quickly, reaching out for the shampoo to get it done with. Once you stepped out however, they sniff the air, scowling. “Did you use my shampoo?” Drying your hair with the towel provided, you shrugged. “It was written only as ‘Shampoo’, not sure what you want me to think.” But the surgeon points at another bottle, “You’re mistaken, yours is the one marked as ‘Animal Shampoo’, I can’t have you wasting my perfectly good shampoo after all.” You turn to glare at them, but there’s a small crinkle under their eyes, you can’t believe they’re smiling under that mask they wear all the time.

Emory is suited up in a black trench coat, one of their typical turtlenecks and matching dress pants and shoes. They’re no longer wearing their contact lenses, exposing their eyes as a lovely shade of magenta. Their forest green hair is tied up into a small, low ponytail, and they don’t don their signature black mask. Their appearance is stunning, and you wonder why they cover up around you, even when they’re not live. “What?” They glare, causing you to avert your eyes and look for Emory’s car. “I just wondered why you cover up so much around me, you have a nice face.”

Emory goes silent, opening the door to a pitch black car. It looks expensive, does killing people make that much money? But you can’t afford to question, as you’re pushed into the passenger seat as quick as it opens, revealing a luxurious looking interior that makes your head spin. Emory sits in the driver seat, operating the car like the back of their hand, it makes them look charming in a way, aside from the gore they commit on a near daily basis.

The ride is virtually silent, aside from the gentle classical music that fills the space. It sounds oddly familiar to you, have they played this before? “What… piece is this? I feel like you’ve played this before.” You weren’t sure if Emory wanted to talk, after all, they never really talked much to you even in the torture room they call their second home. Surprisingly, they responded to you right away, “Requiem, by Mozart.” You could only nod as awkwardness permeates your body, leaving you nothing but embarrassed, “It’s nice… I like your taste.” Emory hums in agreement, their silence growing stronger.

But the ride begins to slow, and you look up to see a sea of cars lined up. “Curses, a traffic jam.” Their eyes furrow, gripping the wheel until their knuckles turned white. Emory soon lets go of the wheel with a resigned sigh, turning to you with the sharp eyes they’ve always given you. “Your relative will have to wait, luckily they’re not going anywhere.” They’d chortle, “This is why I don’t like getting up so early for funerals, I’m not exactly a… mourning person exactly.” You watch with an exasperated expression as the surgeon holds themselves back from bursting out in laughter.

Their mouth is covered with their gloved, a small, trembling smile of glee held back by their collected nature. “Did you make a joke at my dead relative’s expense?” Their face dropped, their hands returning back on the steering wheel, responding with a monotone voice. “Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing…” You mumbled, slumping in your seat. Emory smirked, patting your thigh with false comfort. “Well, you know better than to talk back. You better behave once we’re there.”

And you knew you would, unless you want to end up like your relative.

i cannot believe this is my first ever emory fic

[horror-princess-2002]

can i get a match up if you have some time??💗 (Sorry my English is not good at all😵)

use all pronouns, and very confused about my gender lmao, I have green eyes a little blue, dyed blonde hair (I usually change the color but I like blonde for now) and my hair is a little short it's starting to get longer i have a dream of becoming a model or studying fashion, but i love nursing and art! I've always loved to draw and nursing comes from my mother's influence (as well as fashion) I wear many different styles of clothes but I love skirts, heels (or any high shoes) and tight or very baggy blouses, I like to dress in any color especially white and pink (and black sometimes), I don't wear a lot of makeup just mascara, eye pencil and gloss

i am very explosive but i also like to irritate others but secretly i am very sentimental, i can seem very introverted because i am extremely shy but i usually talk a lot with friends and family.

I'm trying to get my self confidence back because I deal with an ed, depression and anxiety attacks, I usually sleep a lot to ignore my problems or draw I love it and it calms me down I love animals but I'm afraid of losing one and not knowing how to take care of it, I love listening to music and reading, doing skincare and a skin and body care routine calms me down and gives me self control...

well I think that's it, thank you!!💗

I ship you with

Bubba Sawyer

[flwrwtr841]

Basic versus Alternative

Hello everybody... Today's vlog post will be about basic versus alternative style. I am going to express my thoughts about this topic in my post.

But first, I want to say that this blog is sort of an old school, journal style blog. I just post my thoughts as if it were a journal entry, or an old school diary. I write casually, in a flow. I am hoping someday I can start fleshing out my writing more and start working on a longer work, such as a book.

Anyways... alternative versus basic. When I think of basic, I think of the messy bun girl, pumpkin spice latte, lulu lemon-loving, type of girl. Alt...well usually that makes me think more of goth, thrift store, creative type of style. I've truly fell into both categories in extremes. At this point I like to be a mix or medium of them both.

At one point in my life, I went to starbucks every single day. One of my favorite colors was mint green and pastel pink. I liked wearing pastels and denim. White was also one of my favorite colors to wear. I wore little tan ankle boots, little black ankle healed boots, and cute leather flats. I had golden honey highlights and when I drove around during sunset, I always had on girly big chunky sunnies. I wore my hair in soft pretty waves. I always made sure my skin looked clear with a perfectly matched foundation. I wore neutral pink lipsticks, mascara, and some brow gel. I wore orange-y peach blush. I liked going on hikes on the weekends. I would go to brunch on weekends with my besties. I had never dyed my hair, I kept my hair natural as possible. I was polite to everyone I encountered. Always said my please, and thank you. I was as friendly and welcoming to others, as I could most of the time. I was willing to listen to and talk to just about everyone. I was pleasant and happy to be around for the most part. I kept my concerns and worries to myself. I responded to all my messages, emails and calls. I was a lot of fun and everyone wanted to be my friend. Of course I kept up with my hygiene, kept up with doctor appointments and always tried to be my best.

Then eventually, I think I got sick of it all. Taxed maybe. Just exhausted and honestly neglected a deep part of myself. A piece of myself that wasn't always the same as everybody else and wasn't always welcoming and a helping hand. A piece of me that really needed healing and attention. My entire wardrobe turned black. My never touched, virgin hair became died, cut and destroyed. I began thrifting all my clothes. My goals changed. I didn't feel obligated to respond to everybody, please everybody, and make everybody comfortable all the time. I was really focused on myself and also helping people in real ways through my actions. I didn't care as much about expensive things, or getting the most money. I was okay with depending on others. I was more accepting of others and sensitive to peoples and my own feelings. I was more supportive of others. Received much less attention. I was extremely experimental and creative with my style, including my hair, makeup, nails and clothing. I would wear all different styles, and was completely repulsed by basic skinny jeans or even things fitting what is considered "well". I wanted everything to look alt, and different.

Well where am I at now... I find either labels very limiting. I like being basic because I like having friends and I like fitting in. I also think basic style is usually very pretty! I like being alt, because I like to be able to express myself in a more individual unique way at times. I like to do things different than everybody sometimes. I like being creative. I like feeling free to be whoever I want to be, basic or alt. Happiness is freedom and I think if we do not learn how to balance these labels or principles within ourselves we may begin to limit ourselves and loose our freedom and ability to express ourselves fully.

Labels are generally very limiting and damaging. I think we should strive to understand others and ourselves more deeply than just a single word. Of course labels and words are helpful in categorizing, communicating and organizing our thoughts but when it comes to something as complex as a person or human...We should strive to think more deeply who a person is. Our experiences, background, culture, places we have lived, friends, family, work, education and much more can contribute to who we are and how we express ourselves. We can't just label a girl or person as basic, and wash out all other aspects of a person. I mean, come on. But also being so alt and different can be isolating and make it difficult to connect with people or everyone. That's why it's important to not limit people down to labels. We are going to neglect some side of someone's story.

In the end, we should all have fun with our style. It's okay to drink a pumpkin spice latte, wear skinny jeans with a white tee, but also wear some grungy loose jeans and leather chokers the next day. It's about being yourself, being authentic, respecting others differences and being free to be whoever you want to be.

[starthetripledevil]

Mario Legacy Challenge: 1981

Last year, the Mario Brothers were born to Jumpman and Lady. This year, we will have the twins aging up into infants and their older sister Pauline aging up into a child.

Mario and Luigi are about to turn 3 months old soon. After that point, they will no longer fit into their current cribs.

Also I won't be covering the events of every Mario game here so just assume that stuff like Yoshi's Island could be happening off-screen around this time. (Not really exactly like in the games but at least somewhat similar events.)

The Mario brothers have aged up into infants. Here we have Baby Mario (intense) and Baby Luigi (cautious). The infant clothing used here doesn't have a swatch matching Luigi's outfit.

Lady has dyed her hair.

With two infants in the house, a lot of time is spent taking care of them. And at least once, the two infants are crying at the same time. Luigi only started crying because Mario was already crying.

Pauline also spends some time with her brothers... maybe having siblings isn't so bad after all. She also associates Luigi with the color green.

Like with Pauline back when she was an infant, the Marios' neighbor Emmalyn sometimes shows up to help with the babies. She is feeding Luigi some baby food.

Until the renovations for Mario and Luigi's bedroom are done, Mario and Luigi will have to sleep on the floor. The plan is to convert Pauline's old bed into an infant crib for one of the twins while Pauline gets a whole new bigger bed.

Pauline turns 6.

As a child, Pauline has the creativity aspiration and the music lover trait.

Pauline prepares for school by doing some homework. (Idk if Pauline would actually have homework yet at this point but I guess this could be some work to prepare for school. Also due to the good schools lot trait, I end up just ignoring homework entirely after this point because the kids will end up with A grades anyway.)

Lady feeds Mario some baby food which he doesn't like at all.

This is the new bedroom for the infants. Pauline's old bed has become Mario's bed while Luigi has a completely new bed.

Aunt Luigeena invites the Marios to an art festival (romance festival in-game). Not sure where the twins are at the moment. (Either this is during one of the Baby Mario games or someone is babysitting them... Tony or Emmalyn, perhaps?)

Lana is also here, even wearing an outfit just for the occasion.

Pauline goes to draw something. (I modified the building next to the romance festival for this. Doing this also helps with Pauline's aspiration since she still needs to do some drawings even though her main creative interest is music.)

Lady paints a flower inspired by the flowers next to her.

This place has a karaoke machine as well, so both Jumpman and Pauline try it out.

Jumpman doesn't want to admit it, but he can't stand the singing... clearly Pauline will have to improve a lot before she can become a singer.

Before leaving, Jumpman also makes a drink while feeling inspired. From this, he decides that he likes mixology.

Later in the year, loud music from Emmalyn's apartment is keeping the family awake, angering both Jumpman and Pauline. Even after one complaint, the music still continues. They will have to get Emmalyn to exit the apartment for a second time.

Pauline complains about the music. Even after Emmalyn says she will turn it down, the music still continues...

Only hours later, the music has finally ended... The fourth quarter of the year is pretty uneventful, with the only noteworthy thing being Pauline advancing in her aspiration after getting a new drawing table and drawing while inspired.

For Jumpman's experiences in 1982, see this post.

[darthhope999]

OC intro pt nine!

Feel free to send story or headcannon asks! I’d love to write them!

Rowan Adams

Rowan is a college student. He is not so focused on his grades, more so on messing around, playing sports, and gaming. Or at least that’s what he wants to think. He knows that if he doesn’t pass his exams he wont graduate. So he works very hard to pass. But he gets distracted much to easily whenever his friends call him or he just gets bored. Rowan is energetic and kind and has a very good relationship with his sister, Emerson. He has green eyes, brown hair, and wears a jean jacket paired with whatever else he can find, making his clothing clash much of the time.

Emerson Adams

Em is a veterinary medicine major in college. She is outgoing and enthusiastic, always ready to try new things… as long as they aren’t to dangerous. She loves to play soccer, the only sport Rowan doesn’t like. She and Rowan have a pet mouse named Holly who followed them to college. She has green eyes and red hair that she wears in a ponytail, she wears shorts and normally a jersey.

Michael Kartz

Michael is a mathematics major in college. He is quiet and very smart, usually being found staying up into the night reading or studying things he already knows just to make sure. He loves tutoring people, especially his brother, and is very patient. He hates nicknames and refuses to be called anything other than his real name. Mitch still calls him “Mike” just to annoy him. Michael has deep blue eyes and curly black hair.

Mitchell Kartz

Mitch focuses mostly on sports and coaching skills, wanting to become a fitness coach when he graduates. He is loud and outspoken and very committed to his football team. He is an identical twin with his brother and has the same black hair, but longer and worn in a bun, and the same deep blue eyes. He wears his football jersey most of the time, when he isn’t he’s wearing some color-block design.

Faye Cooper

Faye is a drama major in college. She loves to sing and act and is very loud, practicing her performances no matter where she is. She plays with Holly, probably more than Rowan and Em do, and jokes around a lot. She has brown eyes and obnoxious dyed pink and purple hair, and she constantly wears bright, loud colors with a matching raincoat that she wears even when it’s not raining.

Holly

[devilherself666]

Overhaul daughter x bakudeku part 8

Warnings: abuse, trauma, slow bonding, OC!

Finally the first day of UA has came. Kai looked at the mirror. Not sleeping the night before. She sighed as she got dressed in the uniform that was sent to her but she color dyed it, so it's no long grey and blue It all black along with the tights and she is wearing her boots with chains instead of the assigned shoes. Why would she look ugly for eight hours a day? Isn't getting beaten a enough? She sighed once more letting her tiredness turned into anger. She walked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair. She walked out where she saw her father and growled. "Bye old man." She huffed. He glared at her. "Remember the deal." He glared. "Yeah yeah, I can't forget it, you won't let me." She growled as she walked out. She flared her wings out and flew to the school and landed in front of it.

       It was big, the school was fully glass or at least looked like it. The big letters on the top that said UA was yell, the colors reminded her of all-might. She growled and walked and then she saw the blonde boy from the exam and the green boy looked terrified when he spoke. "Wow, and his a pussy? This should be fun." She chuckled as she stretched her wings before putting them away and walking inside the school, walking around trying to find her class.

       As she found it she looked up and then back down. Even the door was big. "What is up with this school?" She huffed as she walked in. She saw the blonde boy at his desk and a blue hair boy with glasses yelling at him, there was so many wired people here and she felt less insecure about her body as she saw the guy with wings as arms, the bird head, an alien that was pink, her eyes was beautiful. Kai looked around more and she saw a boy with a big red scar on his face, matched is hair on the side. He was cute but in a adorable way. She looked around more and she saw a short boy with balls as hair. Yeah she wasn't the weirdest one here.

        She walked into the open seat and sat down, she was by the bird man. She felt like she would fit in just fine with him. He didn't talk much and neither did Kai, because why would she? She would have to yell or have an attitude because dear god, her dad made it where she couldn't make friends. She put her head down waiting for everyone to come get down.

          Once the bell rang everyone was in there sits, the teacher walked in and looked around and his eyes stopped in Kai. "Your uniform is not how it was sent." He glared. "Yeah so what? I wasn't gonna wear that many colors." Kai huffed as she crossed her arms. The teacher just rolled his eyes, Aizawa understood where she was coming from, he hated wearing those colors too when he went here. "Go get in your gym clothes and meet me outside." He sighed as he walked out and everyone walked out. Kai got in her bag and took out her gym clothes she also dyed black but she cut holes on the shirt for her wings and the pants for her tail.

            She walked out of the room and went to the locker room and sat her clothes down and she undress folding her wings in. She then but her gym clothes on, she was so close to walking out without a single word, but these people wasn't going to allow her to be the outcast, and she knew that. "Hey! I'm Mina! And you are so pretty! And I love your horns!" She smiled at Kai and the longer Kai looked at the pink girl known as Mina, she saw them. Her horns. "Thanks or whatever, your aren't bad either." She huffed, she growled angry at herself that she couldn't just say it nicely. "Well thank you!? What's your name?" Mina asked and Kai put her head down. She have to lie about who she was, this wouldn't be home, this would be another one of her fathers prisons. Nothing she could do about it now. "May, just call me May." She huffed as she walked out. She wanted someone to catch who she was but let her stay, before her and her father made the plan out. That would never happen.

        She walked outside as she saw everyone but the girls she left outside, the teacher looked at Kai. Impressed that she even dyed the gym clothes. She really hated any other color than black. Who hurt this girl? Her eyes bags looked like Aizawa and if you didn't know you would think him and Kai was father and daughter, but sadly he was so far away from being that.

         "Okay, bakugo you placed first in the exam, how far did you threw the ball in middle school?" He asked tiredly. Bakugo had a look on his face of anger but thinking. "Ninety five meters I think." He scoffed and aizawa looked at him. "Try it again, but with your quirk." He said handing him a ball and Bakugo took it. He began to stretch. "Hurry up your wasting our time." He sighed. Bakugo smirked as he threw the ball hard in the air. "Woah!" The hole class but Kai gasped, she just sat on the sidelines until she was called not really caring. "That looks fun!?" Mina cheered. "Yeah this what I'm taking about! Using our quirks whenever we want!" A man with tape elbows spoke and Kai just shook her head. 'Idiots' she thought. The teacher glared at them. "You think this is all fun and games? You have three years to learn everything about being a hero, this is not fun and game. We will be doing test and who ever comes in last, is expelled." He huffed and they all looked shocked. The green hair boy looked the most worried and it made Kai chuckle.

            As the hall test went on, the brown hair girl got infinity. Then came the green hair boy. And aizawa canceled his quirk. "Are you gonna relay on someone to save your helpless body again!?" His eyes glowed and he huffed. Kai could only hear because her earring was better than all the others. She chuckled more. As the teacher went off on him more. The green hair boy looked like a mixture of angry and frustrated. Kai watched closely as he didn't break his bones as much, he only broke a finger.

     She nodded her head in approval. "Next, May." The teacher spoke. Kai looked up and shrugged getting up as she stretched her wings slightly, taking the ball from Aizawa. She stood in the circle. "I'd back away a little." She spoke as a warning all listened but the blonde. "Yeah right. You are not the strong." The blonde mumbled as he thought she couldn't hear. Kai smirked. "Oh only if you would pay attention." She growled as she roared throwing the ball and edging it with her roar and the wind she let off with her arm and wings. Blowing Bakugo into the wall. She looked behind her. "I told you to move, that was your fault." She huffed. The teacher looked at his meter and then back at Kai. "2,589 meters." He smiled at her and she scoffed and nodded as she sat back down. These test would be a piece of cake. She would be in first place.

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[fatherfigurefusion]

In response to @peckforlovingheck's asks about the appearances of the cast, allow me to explain!

"Star"- Messy dark grey hair that fades into a familiar blue near the ends, same outfit as canon but with grey parts replacing the golden parts and a black necktie in place of his canon bowtie.

Teruko- Same ponytail as canon but fluffier and without the grey ends, a green cardigan over a white dress shirt and red bowtie, a grey tartan skirt, long black socks and brown dress shoes.

Eden- Think Aichan/Sumire's idol outfit from Danganronpa: Fate's Return.

Hu- Same outfit but with a galaxy pattern.

J- A black sleeveless leather jacket decked out with spikes and colorful patches over a dark green tank top, tattoos all over her muscular arms, black fingerless gloves and matching nail polish, black pants with stripes on the sides that match the color of her tanktop held up with a silver studded belt, black platform boots that add a couple of inches to her height.

Veronika- Notably scarred/tattooed body and face, hair styled into a side-plait, a simple white dress shirt and a black skirt, grey nylons, and black heels.

Xander- Same outfit as canon, but significantly more formal-looking.

Arturo- Significantly longer hair in a side-plait, face covered with a Sock-Buskin-esque mask, a black blazer over a blue-green turtleneck, gloves that match his blazer, black pants, black socks, and brown slip-on shoes.

Levi- A fauxhawk dyed the same colors as his outfit, a black and pink mask covering his mouth and nose, paint covering his clothes and body, a purple and pink hoodie with the sleeves torn off over a blue t-shirt with a pink design on the front, dark purple fingerless gloves, dark purple ripped jeans held up by a silver belt housing all sorts of painting supplies, purple and white sneakers.

Ace- A brown fedora on his head, a pencil behind his ear, a white and red striped dress shirt and a loose red necktie with yellow polka dots, brown pants held up by black suspenders, black socks and matching dress shoes.

Min- Same outfit as canon, but with a magician hat and cape. (If she is exposed as the mastermind, one of her eyes would be exposed.)

Whit- Slightly longer hair, sunglasses on his head, a light pink unbuttoned short-sleeved dress shirt with a popped collar over a darker pink tank top, a pink scarf/ascot around his neck, same pants, socks, and shoes as canon.

Charles- Significantly more muscular compared to canon, a white hoodie over a blue tanktop with a purple design on the front, white handwraps, dark blue shorts, white socks and black sneakers.

Arei- Honestly, I just imagine her with Setsuka's outfit. But you could put your own spin on it.

Nico- A significant amount of burn scars all over their body, a gas mask around their mouth and nose, a black and dark-blue bomber jacket over the same hoodie/shirt as in canon, gloves that match their jacket, gloves, baggy pants and massive boots that match the rest of their uniform.

Rose- A green apron with a couple of pins on the right strap and the "Spurling Foundation" logo on the front in white over a white button-up shirt, same pants and footwear as canon.

Upon seeing the two DRDT Talentswap AUs created by @weightedblankettt (the SDRA2 one and the personality swap one), I decided to do the only reasonable thing: switching them around again!

So, I give to you-

Super Danganronpa Another 2: Despairfully Changed Times

"Star" aka. David Chiem, Ultimate ???

Teruko Tawaki, Ultimate Lucky Student

Eden Tobisa, Ultimate Vocalist

Hu Jing, Ultimate Spacewoman

J Moreno, Ultimate Guitarist

Veronika Grebenschikova, Ultimate Broker

Xander Matthews, Ultimate Host

Arturo Giles, Ultimate Psychologist

Levi Fontana, Ultimate Painter

Ace Markey, Ultimate Journalist

Min Jeung, Ultimate Witch

Whit Young, Ultimate Actor

Charles Cuevas, Ultimate Boxer

Arei Nageishi, Ultimate Billiards Player

Nico Hakobyan, Ultimate Firefighter

Rose Lacroix, Ultimate Merchant

[jupitermelichios]

So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

[butwhyduh]

Dead Clown 🤡

Jason todd x reader

Warning: smut, murder but it’s okay.

Jason pulled his helmet off and ignored the rain that poured down his face. He had to see this without a filter. He even considered taking off the domino mask but he was out in the open. The pouring freezing rain had him shivering but Jason was unaware. He literally couldn’t believe the sight before him.

The joker was laying in his back, the pasty skin on his forehead was marred by 2 small holes. The back of his stupid green hair looked almost black when mixed with blood. Blood and water mixed in a pink puddle around his head. Jason forced himself to check for a pulse before hitting his comms.

“Bats, you need to get down here,” he said in a shocked voice. “The joker is dead.”

“..... are you okay,” Bruce said in a measured voice.

“I’m fine. He was dead when I got here,” Jason added knowing he was number one suspect.

“On the way.”

Batman and Red Robin showed up shortly with Robin not far behind. It didn’t take long for the detectives to believe Jason’s innocence. The evidence didn’t match him.

Jason sat on a piece of concrete near the scene as they worked. He had hoped to see this for years now. But it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because Jason didn’t get his revenge or because it looked too neat. Two quick shots to the brain. Probably didn’t even see it coming before he was lights out.

Bruce walked over to him as the other two took photos and bagged evidence. A little blood here. Some fabric fibers there. No fingerprints because of the heavy rain but a bullet casing.

“Did you see who shot him?”

“No B. I literally got here and he was already out. He was supposed to have a drug drop but I guess that didn’t happen,” Jason said with a shrug.

“You were going to fight him alone,”Bruce said with a raised brow.

“No. Just reconnaissance. I would have called it in,” Jason defended himself. Bruce gave him a side look before moving on to the case.

“Commissioner Gordon is on the way,” Tim said. He held bags of evidence carefully in his lanky fingers. “We’re finish collecting-“

“Can we go home, father? It’s freezing cold,” Damian interrupted. Bruce sighed before looking at him.

“Red Robin was talking but yes, you both should back to the cave to process everything. Red Hood, you too. The commissioner knows you have a history with the joker so it’s best you leave too. I’ll take care of this,” Bruce said carefully. Any wrong word might set Jason off with his trauma over the death of his murderer.

“Uh yeah, sure man,” Jason said clearly distracted. He would usually argue with everything Bruce said and this made Bruce even more worried for the young man. He sent a quick message to Dick before the commission met got there.

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“We’re running the tests right now and there really isn’t much else to do. Robin already went to bed. Go home Hood and get some sleep,” Tim said by the computers. Jason hadn’t bothered to get out of his suit or shower.

“How long? How long until you get results?”

“Oh, uhhh maybe 12 hours? A while. Sorry DNA testing isn’t like in the movies. The meta or clone tests are even longer. It probably won’t be until tomorrow night that we know anything,” Tim said turning in his chair. “Get some sleep.”

Jason considered giving him a nasty comment but held it. He certainly felt dead on his feet and had a nice warm woman waiting at home for him.

“Call when you know anything,” he said with a growl.

“Yeesh, yeah. I will,” Tim said backing away. “Say it. Don’t spray it,” he muttered as Jason walked away.

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Jason trudged into the apartment leaving wet clothing in his wake until he stumbled to bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. You were going to be mad at him for the mess in the morning but that could wait. He looked at you asleep on the bed. You looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel compared to his dirty hands that practically dripped blood every night.

He slid under the blanket and pressed close to your warm form. You gasped awake before relaxing when you realized it was just Jason. Did you not realize he could kill you 84 different ways in your sleep? It didn’t really matter as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and slid your legs to entangle with his. Jason’s arms automatically wrapped around you and rubbed your back until your breathing was even in sleep. He stared at the ceiling until the hint of dusk could be seen outside.

Jason woke with a gasp followed by a moan as he felt perfect wet heat encompass his dick. He looked down to see the blankets move rhythmically as you slid your mouth along his dick. He blinked himself more awake to truly enjoy it.

It wasn’t the first time you had woken him as such but it was certainly a rare occurrence. Reserved for birthdays and Christmas, he couldn’t imagine what he did to deserve such a wonderful wake up.

“Fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you swirled before taking him deep. You hummed questionably.

“What did I, mmmm, do to deserve such a fuck! Perfect mouth. Perfect wake up,” he said pushing covers down to show you between his legs. You looked up at him with big innocent eyes as you licked long hot strips up his cock. You took him deep in your mouth before sliding off with a pop.

“I can’t spoil you?” You purred and he twitched. How did he get so lucky? “Do you want to finish in my mouth or can I ride you first?” You asked and he god honest choked on his spit.

“Baby, *cough* whatever you want, what. Ever. you want,” he said and you grinned before climbing up his body to straddle him. His hands ran along the side of your body before gripping your hips. You sunk down on him with a little mewl.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so wet. Do you like... do you like sucking my cock?” He asked breathlessly.

“Of course, Jaybird. Sometimes I touch myself when I blow you, like today,” you admitted with a sweet little giggle. He almost came right them. How could you say the dirtiest things while being the sweetest person he’d ever known?

Jason reached his thumb down to rub your clit as you moved. You whined before nodding at him. Your mouth fell open and your hips sped up. He knew that you weren’t going to last long. You really did get hot and bothered blowing him. You made little whined and whimpers before moaning his name loudly as you came. Your body clenching on him was enough and he thrust up into you as he came as well. You bent down and kissed him deeply. Jason was panting by the time you pulled back.

“Loved that for sure, but what the hell was that, Princess,” Jason asked breathlessly as you climbed off and threw on some clothing. You chuckled a little before tossing him his boxers.

“Just wanted to wake you up this morning. Do you want some pancakes, Jay,” you asked. He sat up and pulled them on.

“You certainly did. And I never say no to food. Especially my favorite food,” Jason said with a grin. “Is it secretly my birthday? Am I dying and you’re prepping me beforehand?”

You laughed. “You already did that, baby.”

Jason gasped a little before laughing.

“I just wanted to treat you like you deserve. Pick a movie. There’s a new slasher out that you can tear apart,” you said walking in the kitchen and grinned at Jason’s heart eye look he gave you.

He looked through the movies without paying them much mind. He’d seen the joker dead the day before and now his girlfriend was spoiling him. He didn’t know what to think about. He’d think about the joker finally being dead. He couldn’t hurt Jason or those near him any more. You’d been kidnapped 6 months earlier and it had almost ripped Jason apart when he found you bloody and beaten. Luckily alive though.

Then he thought about how sweet you were. A perfect angel who had nothing to do with that life. You couldn’t kill someone if you tried. He just wanted to keep you in an innocent bubble, especially after being kidnapped.

“Jay? Jason?” You said near him and he jumped. He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming over to him with a plate of food. Heart shaped pancakes covered in whipped cream stared up at him and Jason had a little grin on his face.

“Sorry, thanks. This looks good,” he said and you grinned before sitting with your own. Jason turned on a movie and sat next to you to eat.

Jason’s phone rang.

He gave you an apologetic look before answering.

“Yeah,” he answered before quickly standing up to talk in another room. Definitely bat business, it sounded like. He came back in a few minutes putting on his suit. He bent and shoved most of a pancake in his mouth. Jason pulled you to your feet and swirled you around before holding you by the waist. You giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve got to work. But when I get back, I’m making up for this morning, okay? Breakfast was amazing,” he said before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You nodded before he left.

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Jason arrived at the cave and realized something was instantly wrong. Tim, Dick, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred were waiting for him around the computers. He slowly walked up. They didn’t think he did it, did they? Jason looked around in case of a fight.

“I have some bad news,” Dick said. Jason just stared at him. Dick sighed. “We know who killed the joker. You won’t like it. You- you might want to sit down.”

Jason frowned at his tone. It was the tone you used when telling a kid their parents died. He looked at the computer to see surveillance footage of the roof where he found the joker. He clenched his fist as the mad man walked in the screen.

“You know, this is the worst meeting place in the world,” joker said with a laugh. Jason’s eyebrows rose. He hasn’t expected audio. “So what do you have that I might want on the birds?”

A female voice off camera could be heard saying, “peace of mind.”

“Doubt you could give me that Princess,” he said in a mocking tone. His posture was casual even though the lower half of a woman’s body had walked into the screen and she held a gun in hand pointed at him. She froze at his words.

Jason couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know,” joker said. “I forget faces. Too many changing and quite a few people are a little two faced,” he said with a laugh. “But I never forget a voice. You sounded so much more sweet when you were crying tied to a chair. And the way you sobbed when I brought out the crowbar.... music to my ears. I bet it just reminded you of a certain bird that just didn’t quite make it the first time.”

“Shut up. I- I don’t care,” she said. Jason’s heart was in his throat. He knew exactly who that was before Tim’s DNA tests were complete. She moved around a little nervously.

“Honey, Princess,” he said drawn out in a mock of Jason’s voice. “Unless you plan on using that gun, put it down and we can play a game. You like games? You play one with the red bat all the time. Does he know? Does he know that you’ve been hunting me for.... geez, since you were kidnapped I’d bet.”

“Now drop that gun and I show you what pain really feels like,” he growled and she shot him in the forehead before he moved. He made a disconnected sound before falling to his knee, perfect height to be seen in the camera. She shot him again between the eyes and he fell back silently. His body splashed on the rainy roof before blood began to pool behind his head. The woman looked for a second, her body language painfully stiff, before running out the way she came.

The cave was silent as Jason realized what he just saw. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. Has she- did she-??

“I assume the DNA matches?” He asked and Tim nodded before sliding him a paper copy. 98% match. Only chance it wasn’t you was an evil twin or clone but no, he noticed the clothing and mannerisms. It was you.

“Are you going to bring her in?” Bruce asked quietly and Jason gaped.

“I sure as shit ain’t. She killed the man who kidnapped her and abused her. That sounds like self defense to me,” he defended. Dick looked at him in pity and Jason quickly looked away.

“It was premeditated, Jason,” Bruce reminded him.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s not going to prison. I’ll talk to her,” he said. Bruce gave him a hard look. “You come near her- I swear to god, Bruce. I’ll shoot you myself.”

Jason got up to leave. Dick moved out of his way. He wasn’t getting in this.

“Jason,” Bruce said but Jason was already gone.

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Jason was a pretty smart guy but he was completely shocked at this moment. What possessed you to kill the joker? To seek him out? A man that tried to kill you and you were willing to meet him alone? Not even Jason wanted to do that. And that morning you were treating Jason special. He thought for a second that you killed the joker for him. It chilled him to the bone but he put that thought out of his head. No, you had your own reasons to do it.

Jason walked in the apartment cautiously. Who knows how you would be acting, the perfect girlfriend or finally breaking down when you realized you killed a man. He found you in the bedroom asleep. You didn’t look like you had just killed someone and for a second Jason had doubt but the video and DNA didn’t lie.

He crawled in bed with you. You pulled him close and laid your head on his chest and Jason’s heart hurt. You looked fine but killing people left scars and your first time killing someone was not something you forget.

You woke with a gasp and cry hours later. You trembled and grasped at Jason tightly. He woke up confused before pulling you closer.

“Hey, Princess, I’m right here. You’re okay,” he said rubbing your back and holding you close. “What’s going on?”

“I see him. When I sleep. Every time,” you breathed almost in tears. Jason kissed your cheek and he felt wetness on your skin. You had been crying. He didn’t want to ask but now was as good a time as any.

“Princess, what did you do last night?” Jason asked so quietly. You looked up at him quickly and it confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Nothing. I was here. All night. Wh-why?” You asked, lying terribly. Jason sighed. He closed his eyes before willing himself to speak.

“You know I’m a detective. I can tell that you’re lying,” Jason started gently.

“What does that mean,” you said a little too quickly. Your breathing started to speed up again and Jason hated the look of fear on your face.

“I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in. Just tell me what happened,” he said softly, watching you intently. You wanted to shrink away a little.

“I can’t,” you whispered. Your eyes started to water and you blinked them away.

“Did you do it? Did you kill him? I can help you,” Jason said and you froze. “Talk to me.”

“I-I did,” you said looking at him in terror. Your eyes were red rimmed. “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you tight to his body. You broke down in little sobs and clung to him. “I’m so sorry that you thought you had to. I should have. I’m sorry.” He wrapped you up and made little shhh noises and you cried until you fell back asleep.

You woke up later with a pounding headache wrapped up tightly against Jason. He was on his phone but sat it down when he saw you were up.

“Hey,You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve taken care of everything,” he said ever so gently. You nodded.

“What does that mean?” You asked slowly.

“Red Hood took the wrap on it. No great loss with one less psycho in Gotham. Harley Quinn had an impromptu parade with hyenas and jugglers and everything. Nightwing made an appearance. Dick said Barbie slept through the night for the first time in months and she said she’d help you with anything you need,” Jason said trying to be positive. You gave him a dry smile.

“That’s nice. What about- what about Batman?” You asked.

“He’s Batman. But he’ll get over it. And the next time you kill a murderous clown, let me help. He could have killed you. And if anyone knows how to hide a body, it’s me,” Jason said giving you a squeezing hug. You smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll remember that. I’m a little sad I missed the hyena parade,” you admitted.

“Oh she’s having a parade every day this week. An anonymous donor gave her a ton of fireworks. Fairly certain it was Tim,” Jason said.

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Remus had been avoiding you for the past three days. Three days since you’d spoken to your boyfriend, two and half since you’d even seen him. It sucked.

The reasoning behind it was somehow worse - you’d tried to tell him you wanted to sleep with him, and he had literally run away.

So you were set on finding the boy and talking it out , and if it came to it, breaking up with him.

You didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t want you, especially to the extent of intentional avoidance.

You were in a relationship, not an extended game of hide and seek.

So you’d concocted a plan - Tuesdays were when the other boys had quidditch practice, and Remus would be in his dorm on his own for at least three hours, studying, doing homework, or whatever it was that he would do on his own.

Now, today was Tuesday, which meant that tomorrow morning you’d either be very satisfied, or very single.

You weren't even quite certain what you'd expected to come out of the confrontation – a screaming match where you found out all the reasons why he didn't want you? A startling confession where you found out that your boyfriend was a virgin?

Nevertheless, you stalked towards the Marauders' dorm room, intent on confronting him, only to falter as you reached the heavy doors, hearing sounds coming from the other side.

Registering what the noises were, you ground your teeth loudly, clenching your jaw as you gripped the doorknob.

"Oh fuck off."

⚔︎

You slammed the door open, Remus rolling off his bed in shock at the sound.

"Are you joking?!"

Remus looked at you in confusion and fear, kneeling beside the bed with his head peeking over the side, a sheepish blush coating his cheeks.

"Um, Y/N, do you mind? I was kind of in the middle of something..."

You let out a laugh of exasperation, throwing your schoolbag on the ground in frustration.

"Yeah, I know. I could hear you outside. Am I just so unattractive to you, that I basically tell you to fuck me and you had to run away from me? You'd rather fuck your own hand than me?!"

Bending over to pick up your bag, you could practically your heart breaking as Remus scrambled to put on his pants.

Your fears had been confirmed – he didn't find you as attractive as you found him, and it hurt. You just wanted to run far, far away from him, to hide yourself away and be able to release the tears that were threatening to escape.

But as you turned to run from the room, that familiar grasp landed on your wrist, stopping you from leaving the dreaded place.

"Y/N, wait–"

"No, I get it, okay? I don't need to hear you say it out loud."

Your voice cracked as you tried to wrench your hand out of the werewolf's grip, unable to hide your sadness and hurt as you were turned to face the boy.

"Y/N! Please, let me explain myself, please. If you want to leave afterwards, you can. I just, please?"

You didn't really want to hear his explanations, but some masochistic, yet hopeful, part of you wanted to know just why he didn't want you.

Maybe you could change for him?

You relaxed in his arms, still not quite looking into Remus' arms as you no longer made any attempts to run away.

"You're right, I did run away from you when you said you were ready to sleep with me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to hear the rest of his words.

"But that's just because I was afraid you wouldn't want to be with me anymore if I told you what I wanted."

Your eyes opened slowly as you lifted your head to look at the boy, your brows furrowed in confusion as you peered at him.

"What d'you mean?"

It was Remus' turn to become flustered now, his hands moving from your side to cover his face in embarrassment.

"I–okay. You know how you thought I ran away from you because I didn't find you attractive?"

You nodded, still half-convinced that was the truth, the reason why he'd avoided you for so long.

"It, it was the opposite."

You raised a brow in disbelief, unable to stop a skeptical laugh from escaping your mouth, Remus' hands falling away from his face so he could look into your eyes.

"It's true! I, fuck this is embarrassing, and you're probably going to run away from me if I tell you the truth."

You crossed your arms with a huff.

"Well right now I'm not quite certain there is a 'truth' that you speak of! I'm quite certain you're just making it all up, trying to hide the fact that you think I'm unattractive."

Remus grit his teeth, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly as if to shake you awake.

"No! That's absurd. I, I find you so bloody attractive, and, fuck it I'm just going to say it and if you break up with me I won't even blame you. I've been having dreams of you and I, but in those dreams," Remus' hands relaxed from your shoulders, falling to his side in embarrassment, "I would, um, cum inside of you, and uh, fill you with my pups."

Your jaw fell open at the boy's admission, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably before continuing to speak.

"And I've never even thought of that before! I think you're just so bloody hot that you've awoken some sort of primal instinct inside me, I just want to ruin you, and–and breed you. Fuck this sounds so creepy doesn't it."

You were incapable of shutting your jaw at this point. This was far from what you thought you'd hear from your boyfriend's mouth today.

"Y/N... I've scared you away, haven't I? I mean, of course you'd be freaked out..."

The boy continued to mumble to himself, terrified that he'd ruined your relationship, certain that you'd break up with him.

Contrary to what he thought though, you found his words incredibly hot.

And you'd be damned if you didn't make that a reality.

⚔︎

In the middle of Remus' ramblings, he was barely able to register that you'd moved towards him, placing your hands onto his cheeks until your soft voice rang in his ears.

"Remus?"

The brunette's eyes snapped to meet yours, gaze darting between each of your eyes as he awaited your words.

"Fucking ruin me, please."

Before the last word even left your mouth fully, Remus was already on top of you, his lips capturing yours hungrily, like you were his first meal in weeks and he was dying to have you.

As Remus devoured you, he backed the two of you onto his bed, his legs lodged between yours as you gripped onto his neck, eager to have him.

You arched your back as you were overcome with need, trying desperately to grind your clothed cunt onto his hard-on, but the boy only tutted at you, moving away from your lips to push your hips down on the bed.

"Such a desperate little slut, hmm?"

You only whined in return, trying to grind into his legs that were between you, Remus smirking down at you.

"Take your clothes off love."

Your hands moved to unbutton your school shirt without a second word, fingers moving in a flurry to throw it off before tossing your bra across the room, Remus moving at very much the same speed as he removed his clothes.

You both quickly found yourselves naked, admiring each other through lust-filled eyes as the boy lowered himself slowly towards you, his lips ghosting over yours as you laid yourself back down.

"So beautiful."

His lips quickly captured yours, both your hands exploring each other's bodies for the first time – tingles of excitement running through your bodies.

Your hands traced his scars as his ran down your curves, him stopping to suck in a breath as you cupped his cock, fully hardened under your fingers.

"Fuck, don't tease me Y/N."

You only licked the boy's lips in return, but was treated with a taste of your own medicine as his hand brushed your lower lips softly, tracing your slit teasingly slowly.

"Remus... Please."

Your cupped hand became a grip – encircling the werewolf's member as you began to pump up and down his shaft slowly, eliciting a low moan from Remus.

He responded by slipping a finger into you, the kiss broken as both your lips were preoccupied with a mixture of swears and moans, asking the other to hasten their pace as you two built up your orgasms.

"Wait, fuck stop. Stop Y/N."

Remus' other hand came to stop your hand as he kept himself up on his knees, pulling away from your close contact to look into your eyes.

"'m too fucking close, wanna cum inside you."

You swore you could feel your eyes darken at the boy's words, and so did his.

"Then fuck me."

⚔︎

Remus gripped your thighs tightly as he kissed down your body, spreading your legs and leaving a kiss on your soaking centre. You let out a shaky moan as he planted his tongue against it, licking a stripe up your lips.

"For next time."

The boy moved back up your body, his head hovering over yours as he looked down at his cock, pumping the already erect shaft before tracing his head along your lips.

"R-Remus, please. Want to feel you inside me."

The boy tutted at you mockingly, before sinking himself inside you slowly, moaning at the feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Fuck, you're so tight baby."

You moaned around him in a mix of pain and pleasure – his fingers not at all preparing you for his cock, stretching you in a way that none of your exes could ever compete with.

"You're so big Re, please, fuck."

Remus pressed a wet kiss to your forehead, his face contorted in pleasure as he awaited your green light to start moving.

After a moment, you nodded as the feeling of being full sent tingles down your spine, letting out a loud moan as the boy began moving out of you slowly, shifting himself so he could grip your hips more firmly for support.

"F-faster."

You muttered out as you clenched your walls around Remus, your orgasm already building from when he prepared you.

"Yeah, my desperate little slut wants me to go faster?"

His hips hastened the speed as his words made you whine loudly, his head lowering to leave kisses on your neck, marking you for the world to see.

“I’m close Re, fuck.”

“Me too princess.”

The boy buried his face into your neck as he began twitching inside of you, his speed faltering for a second as he let out a moan that could border on animalistic, cumming inside you.

The feeling of being filled more than you knew possible pushed you over the edge as Remus continued thrusting his seed deeper into you, moaning as your walls fluttered around him, cumming at the feeling of your boyfriend inside you.

"You look so fucking gorgeous right now love, such a good little cumslut for me, hmm?"

You could only whine in response as Remus continued fucking into you, his cock hardening yet again at the thought of you full of him.

"Gonna look so pretty filled with m'pups, love. Going to fill you up over and over and over again, watch my cum leak out of you because of how full you are."

You moaned at Remus' filthy words, turning to kiss his neck, softly nibbling on his earlobe as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"Yes Re, fuck. Fill me up, feel so good with you inside me. Making me feel so full. Wanna have your pups, want you to cum inside me. Make me yours Re."

It didn't take long for a second orgasm to start building, and it definitely didn't help that Remus had moved one hand to start rubbing at your clit, making you moan at the overstimulation.

"Feel good, hmm, love?"

You nodded into the boy's neck, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coursed throughout your body, unable to process proper words. The only sounds that filled the room were the sinful slaps of skin against skin, and a faint noise that made you blush.

It was the sound of Remus' cock slipping in and out of you, slick with the combination of both of your cum.

"Re, I-, fuck, close, again."

Unable to string together a proper sentence, your walls began fluttering around Remus yet again.

"So am I love. You feel so good, making me lose control. Wait for me, we'll cum together."

Your eyes rolled backwards, waiting for Remus. The task seemed impossible as pleasure pulsed throughout your body, your toes curling and legs shaking at the feelings.

"Re, please, I need to cum so badly. You feel so good."

Your nails dug into Remus' back, the feeling burning into him and making him groan into your neck.

"Yes, fuck Y/N. Cum with me love."

Finally able to release, you let out a moan that bordered on pornographic, seeing stars as your eyes squeezed shut much harder than before. You felt ropes of Remus' cum hit your walls, another animalistic groan reaching your ears as he bit into your neck, making you moan softly in the midst of a post-orgasmic bliss.

Panting, your chests rose and fall in tandem as Remus fell on top of you, his cock limp inside you. After a moment, he spoke up.

"Y'know you squirted?"

Your eyes shot open, staring at the boy who craned his neck to look down at you.

"I-, what?"

The werewolf let out a boyish smile, tongue running over his teeth as he stared down at you.

"It was hot."