#like BRO HATES HIS OWN OCS BUT IT'S SO REAL I LOVE IT

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I love how Gege talks about Toji compared to Gojo

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𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!oc 

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ sumary: Jobe Bellingham has always kept his guard up—until Sarah comes along. Unbothered by his fame, she makes him question everything he thought he knew about love. Can he take the risk of opening up?

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ warnings: english is not my first language ANDDDDD this is the third chapter of the series.

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The soft music filled the air of the small studio where Jobe spent part of his free days. It wasn't anything special — a pool table, a sofa, a video game, and the two only friends he shared more than just game tactics with: Eliezer and Chris. The smell of pizza saturated the air, blending with the subtle aroma of craft beer Eliezer had brought. His friends were laughing, immersed in some inside joke about the last game of the season. But Jobe heard nothing but his own pulse in his ears.

The phone was still in his hands, the screen lit up with Instagram open to his personal account — the one only his closest friends knew existed. The account he used to be just Jobe, not the player who made headlines and appeared in TV commercials.

He had promised Sarah he would stop following her. On the official account, he kept his word. On the account that a considerable number of people monitored, where each new follower became a topic in forums and themes on Instagram pages created just for that, he obeyed without hesitation.

But here... Here he still followed her.

He swiped his finger across the screen, feeling a lump in his throat when her face appeared among the unseen stories. He took a deep breath before tapping on the gray circle.

It was the fourth time that night he watched the same story. Sarah at a club he didn't recognize, laughing and dancing with friends she made during the exchange program, holding a cup of some drink. She danced to the rhythm of the music, making everything more complex. Her hair flowing around her face, the makeup light, almost imperceptible, and that carefree sparkle in her eyes she always carried.

And still, it hurt as if someone had shoved something between his ribs.

Because she was fine. Beautiful. Light. And completely without him.

Jobe slammed the phone shut, squeezing it in his palm as if he could crush that image along with the device. He stared at the emptiness of the room, as if he could erase that scene from his memory.

But it was too late. Her voice, with that accent that made each word sound like music, seemed to echo in his ears even after the video ended. It was the only sound that remained from weeks without a real conversation.

Chris noticed his silence. It wasn't the usual silence of Jobe, the focused silence of someone thinking about the next move. It was a heavy silence, filled with something he rarely saw in his friend.

"You're acting weird, bro," Eliezer commented, adjusting the cue stick and lining up the next shot. "Since that game against Leeds."

Jobe slowly spun a water bottle between his fingers, his gaze lost on the carpet. He hated this kind of conversation — being called "weird," as if emotions were anomalies. But he also knew that with these two, he didn't need to pretend.

"Just... thinking," he murmured.

Chris let out a laugh. "He's been like this since he stopped talking to that girl. What's her name again?"

"Sarah," Eliezer added. "The Brazilian."

Jobe lifted his gaze, briefly. He didn't respond. But they both already knew.

"How long has it been?" Chris prodded, tossing the video game controller onto the sofa. "A week? Two?"

"Almost eight."

Eliezer whistled. "Wow. That's like... a really long time for you."

Jobe furrowed his brow. "It's not even that."

"So what is it then?" Eliezer insisted, potting the seven ball. "You said she wasn't going to last. That she was just another one who'd disappear. And now look at you."

"She didn’t disappear," Jobe replied calmly. "I pulled away."

"And now you keep looking at everything she posts. Were you checking her profile again?" Chris asked, lowering the music volume with the remote.

Jobe didn’t answer right away. He twirled his phone between his fingers, a nervous gesture he’d developed since he was a teenager.

"It’s not like I’m stalking her," he murmured finally, more to himself than to Chris. "I just... liked a story. Like I’ve been doing for the past few weeks."

"And did she respond?" Eliezer asked, his voice not accusatory, just stating a fact.

"Sometimes. An emoji here. A comment there." Jobe ran his hand over his face, feeling the weight of fatigue that wasn’t physical. "We didn’t go beyond that."

"She asked you to stop following her on your official account," Chris reminded him, reaching for another slice of pizza.

"Yeah." Jobe let out a deep sigh, the kind that seemed to come from the bottom of his soul. "But only because I already have her number. So I respected it, of course. But... I kept following her on the personal account. I couldn’t... just disappear completely."

Eliezer exchanged a quick look with Chris before raising an eyebrow toward his friend. Silence fell for a moment. Chris and Eliezer exchanged glances, surprised by the honesty.

"You’re not the type of guy to dwell on things, man. This is new," Eliezer sat up straighter on the couch, genuinely intrigued. "Since I’ve known you, you’ve always been the guy who doesn’t get attached easily. Who keeps everyone at a safe distance."

Jobe ran his hand over the back of his neck, a gesture that betrayed his discomfort. He wasn’t used to feeling vulnerable, much less admitting it aloud. On the field, he always knew exactly what to do. In his personal life, he had built walls so high no one could climb them.

"Ah," Chris murmured. "That thing again."

Jobe leaned back against the couch. He took a deep breath. "I’m... distrustful. Of everyone. Most people... they don’t come close with good intentions."

"You talk like you're fifty," Eliezer joked, but with no judgment.

"Have you seen how many people try to get close to me and Jude just to get something?" Jobe asked. "Models, influencers, even his damn ex pops up talking to me. Like I’m the beta version."

"But you’re not," Eliezer countered. "You’re Jobe. And this girl, Sarah... she doesn’t seem like any of those."

Jobe lowered his gaze. "Exactly. She doesn’t seem like any of them. And maybe that’s why I pulled away."

"But you can’t just pull away because of that."

"You know how it is," he finally said. "I can’t trust anyone who gets close. Most just want something. A photo for Instagram, a video for TikTok, to be announced as my new fling."

"But she was different," Chris added, realizing where Jobe was going.

"Completely different." An involuntary smile appeared on Jobe’s lips as he remembered. "In the two dates we had... she knew who I was, of course. But it seemed like that was just a detail, you know? It was never the most important thing."

"Did the language barrier help?" Eliezer asked, curious.

Jobe nodded, spinning the bottle between his fingers.

"In a strange way, yes. When she talked to me, with that accent and messing up words, it was like... like she was more focused on understanding me than impressing me. She laughed at her own English, wasn’t ashamed of making mistakes. She was authentic."

He stared out the window, watching the city lights stretch as far as the eye could see. It was the kind of view most people would kill for. To him, in that moment, it seemed empty.

"I tried to understand why," he confessed, looking back at his friends. "It was just two dates. And then, only online interactions. Likes. Short comments. It wasn’t supposed to... mean this much."

"But it did," Chris said simply, without mockery.

The silence that followed was filled only by the low sound of the music. Jobe picked up his phone again, scrolling through the older photos on her profile, stopping at one she had posted right after they had met.

"They marked smaller things," he finally spoke, his voice taking on a tone of Jobe that his friends rarely heard. "The way she looked at things. The way she laughed at my last name like it was some private joke only she understood." An involuntary smile appeared on his lips. "The way she spoke with an accent, messing up expressions and laughing at herself without caring."

Jobe locked his phone, but didn’t let go of it. He just held it, as if the object were a portal to memories he couldn’t let go of.

“Yeah...” Eliezer pondered, watching his friend.

"She never tried to impress, you know? Even in the messages we exchanged later. She never asked for anything. Never tried to use our connection to gain followers or get attention. And maybe that’s why it felt so... real." He looked at the two friends, searching for some kind of support—or perhaps an easy way out of the conversation he had started. "She talked to me like I wasn’t anybody." He let out a short laugh, devoid of humor. "And for the first time in my life, that was good. It was... freeing."

Eliezer let out a knowing laugh, getting up to grab another beer from the fridge. He opened the door and lingered there for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts before returning.

“That’s what you want and can’t admit,” he said, coming back and handing a bottle to Jobe, who declined with a silent shake of his head. "Someone who likes you without the weight of the name, the club, the last name. Someone who sees you beyond the image everyone knows."

"Maybe." Jobe narrowed his eyes, thoughtful. The still cold bottle in his hand contrasted with the warmth he felt in his chest. "But that’s also what scares me. Because I’ve spent years protecting myself from people who get close because of interest. I don’t know how it works when someone gets close... just for me."

Chris, who had been watching attentively, crossed his arms and leaned forward.

"You’re afraid to let your guard down," he stated, not as a question.

Jobe took a sip of water before responding, letting the cold liquid slide down his throat as he organized his thoughts. It was strange how some truths seemed so simple when said by someone else.

"Not just that." He hesitated, his fingers drumming on the bottle. "I’m afraid of showing her who I really am, without the protections I’ve built... and that not being enough."

The words hung in the air, heavy and sincere. The kind of sincerity that only comes between close friends, in the late hours of the night when defenses are low.

"You’ve always thought it wasn’t enough," Eliezer observed calmly. "Since the first call-up. Since the first title. You’ve always felt like you needed to prove something. But I think with her, it’s different, right? It’s not about proving you’re good enough on the field."

Jobe nodded slowly, surprised by the accuracy of his friend’s words.

"It’s about being good enough as a person," he added, almost whispering. "Without the jersey, without the spotlight. Just me."

They sat in silence for a few moments. Only the soft sound of the music and the distant hum of the air conditioner filled the room. Chris adjusted himself on the couch, tilting his head to the side as he did when he was about to say something he knew Jobe needed to hear, but didn’t necessarily want to.

"She’s already in your head," Chris finally said. "It’s gone beyond just attraction. You know that, right?"

Jobe unlocked his phone again, almost reflexively. Her story had disappeared, the 24 hours already gone. But in his mind, every frame was still vividly present.

The laughter that started in her eyes before reaching her lips. The accent in her voice that turned his name into something special. The awkward way she tried to explain something in English when she got too excited. The way she said "Jobe" like he was a character from a book only she knew — with affection. With presence.

"I got used to it, you know?" he said, breaking the silence. "Keeping everyone at a distance. Being cautious about who I let into my life. It’s easier that way." He shook his head, as if surprised by his own conclusion. "After so many people approaching because of interest, you develop a radar. A natural distrust."

"And even so, with her, it was different," Chris commented.

"She went straight through my filters," Jobe smiled sadly. "Like the barriers didn’t even exist for her. Even knowing who I was, she seemed more interested in who I really am than the player who shows up on TV."

"You’re afraid of liking her," Chris said, blunt as always.

Jobe didn’t respond. That was exactly it.

"But you like her," Eliezer added. "It’s obvious, man. When you talk about her, your face changes. You even become less grumpy."

Jobe laughed softly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He looked back at his phone, thinking of all the times he’d written messages he never sent.

"She’s different. Really," Jobe finally said. "She has this... lightness. But she makes me think a lot. She makes me feel a lot."

"And since when is that a bad thing?" Chris teased, poking his arm.

"Since always," Jobe replied with a tired half-smile. "It’s easier when no one matters. What if she doesn’t feel the same?" he asked, his voice betraying a vulnerability he rarely showed. "What if, for her, it was just curiosity to meet someone from another country, with another culture?"

"Then you move on, like you always do," Chris shrugged. "But at least you’ll know."

Eliezer leaned in, grabbing a slice of cold pizza.

"You’ve faced entire crowds booing you, man. You can send a message to a girl."

Jobe smiled at the comparison. It was easier to face a packed stadium than his own feelings, especially when they challenged years of carefully built caution.

"It’s easier when no one matters," Jobe repeated, almost to himself.

"But she matters. And maybe that’s answer enough," Chris concluded for his friend.

And he was right.

"Maybe tomorrow," Jobe said, slipping his phone into his pocket, as if doing so could push away the thoughts that kept chasing him.

But even as the conversation shifted to the next game, even as they laughed about other stories and recalled moments from the past, Sarah’s image remained there, like a song you can’t get out of your head.

And that night, when he finally laid down, her face was the last thing on his mind before sleep came.

Sarah, with her spontaneous smile and unfiltered words. Sarah, who never tried to impress or take advantage of who he was. Sarah, who, without meaning to, had found a way through all of his carefully constructed defenses.

And no matter how much he tried to deny it, he knew that tomorrow, the first thing he’d do when he woke up would be to check if she had posted anything new. A small connection, a thread that was getting thinner and thinner, one he couldn’t force himself to cut completely.

***

It had a month since they’d last had a real conversation. Since Sarah had returned to Manchester, their interaction had been limited to small gestures on Instagram: a fire emoji on one of her selfies, a discreet laugh at one of his jokes, a “???” when she posted a video of a player missing an open goal. Tiny provocations, just enough to maintain a fragile thread of connection that seemed thinner with each passing day.

Sarah had thrown herself into the exchange program — intensive English classes that left her exhausted, new city strolls to explore every corner of Manchester. At first, she thought about Jobe with every new discovery, imagining what it would be like to show him the places she visited. But gradually, those thoughts faded, buried under the frenzy of her new routine and all the unfamiliar experiences.

So when her phone buzzed and his name lit up the screen, Sarah hesitated. She was sitting on her bed, an earring in hand and freshly glossed lips. The video call request glowed across her screen, and for a moment, she considered ignoring it. Pretending she hadn’t seen it. Her heart raced for no good reason, anxiety creeping in — her English had improved, but there was still that lingering insecurity when talking to him, that fear of missing something important. But her fingers had already swiped across the screen before she could reconsider.

Jobe’s face appeared. He was leaning against the headboard, game controller resting on his chest, headphones hanging loose around his neck. The TV light bathed his face in blueish tones. But he wasn’t focused on the game. He was looking straight into the camera. At her. There was something different in his eyes — a mix of relief that she’d picked up and a shadow of resentment for the distance that had settled between them.

Sarah blinked a few times, adjusting herself on the bed, still slightly surprised. “Hi...?”

Jobe stared for a moment. His dark eyes scanned her image on the screen. Her bare shoulders, the tight black bodysuit, earrings swaying gently as she moved. He tried to hide the impact she still had on him — he’d convinced himself over the past few weeks that what he felt was just a fleeting crush, but seeing her now made it painfully clear he’d only been lying to himself.

“You going out?” he asked, his accent thick, voice lazy — like he already knew the answer but couldn’t help the slight twinge of jealousy he’d never admit to.

She frowned, not understanding right away. Her English had improved, but his Birmingham accent was still tricky. “Going... what?”

Jobe smiled faintly, patient. He was used to that tiny delay between him speaking and her understanding. Secretly, he loved it — it reminded him of how it all started between them, the early conversations full of misunderstandings and laughter.

“Out,” he repeated slowly, still with that distinct Birmingham accent that sometimes made certain words unrecognizable to her. “Are you going out?”

Sarah blinked, then let out a quiet laugh once she got it. A mix of pride and embarrassment flushed through her — proud of understanding faster this time, embarrassed she still needed the extra second. “Ah! Yes. I am. With... friends.”

She said the last word carefully, watching his reaction. Part of her wanted him to show some jealousy, some sign he still cared.

Jobe nodded slowly, his eyes still locked on her. “Hmm.” The sound came out more loaded than he meant. In his head, Sarah was living an entire new life without him — making new friends, discovering new interests — while he was still stuck in the same place, waiting.

Sarah frowned. “What?”

He shrugged, trying to appear indifferent, when in reality, he felt a tangled mess of frustration and longing. The past few weeks had been strange — for the first time in years, he caught himself checking his phone constantly, waiting for messages that rarely came.

“Nothing. I just didn’t know you still remembered how to go out.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes. The words hit her like a small accusation, and she felt heat rising up her neck. “I... always go out.” The sentence came out smoother now, a reflection of all those endless hours practicing with new friends and teachers.

“Not with me,” he replied, a small side smile forming — the kind that always made her stomach twist a little. Behind that smile was a month of nights he almost called, almost texted, asking her to come back to Sunderland. But pride always won.

She stayed quiet for a moment, mentally organizing her sentence. Translating before speaking. Her process was faster now, more fluid, thanks to weeks immersed in the language. But with Jobe, there was still that extra pressure — the desire not to mess up.

“I thought... you were busy.” It was only partly true. She’d seen his photos from training, with friends, always smiling, always seeming fine. She’d watched his matches too. That stung, somewhere deep down, as if her absence didn’t make a difference. Should it? She didn’t know.

Jobe raised an eyebrow. “So you thought about calling me.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement wrapped in disguised hope. He wanted to know if, at any moment over the past weeks, she’d missed him the way he missed her.

Sarah felt her face flush. The heat spread from her neck to her ears, that familiar feeling of being caught off guard that always seemed to happen with him. She looked away, fiddling with her earring like she was adjusting it — but it was just nerves. Her fingers trembled slightly against her skin, betraying her calm.

“No,” she said quickly, almost like a defensive reflex, the words out before she could think. Then she sighed, recognizing the obvious lie. “May...be.”

He chuckled, that low, husky laugh that always felt more intimate than it should, like he was sharing a secret only they knew. The sound traveled through the call and made Sarah grip her phone a little tighter.

“It’s cute how you take so long to answer.” There was something almost tender in the way he imitated her hesitant speech — not mocking, more like celebrating the thing that made her unique to him.

Sarah looked up at the screen, pretending to be offended, but feeling a different kind of warmth now — not embarrassment, but something deeper she wasn’t quite ready to name. “I... take long because I think.” The words came out clearer this time, a result of her growing confidence from conversation classes.

“Hmm.” Jobe tilted his head, like he was analyzing her. There was something new in the way she spoke — more confidence, less hesitation. He felt a mix of pride and a strange sense of loss, like she was slowly slipping away from him as she adapted to this new world. “But thinking too much is dangerous.”

“Better than... saying dumb things,” she replied with a small smile that reached her eyes, teasing him in a way she rarely did before. A new version of Sarah was emerging — one who was starting to find her place in this foreign language — and Jobe laughed, shaking his head, fascinated by the change.

As Sarah leaned back in bed, she shifted a little. And that’s when the red-and-white shirt bunched up on her pillow came into view. The same one he gave her on match day — the one with his name and number on the back. She only realized it when Jobe’s gaze locked onto it, unmoving, his expression shifting into something unreadable.

He narrowed his eyes. Tilted his chin. Something changed in his face — a rare vulnerability, like he’d just stumbled upon something precious he hadn’t expected to find.

“Is that... my shirt?”

Sarah’s eyes widened, panic rising like a wave. Nervousness overtook her body, spreading through every fiber. It was like being caught in an intimate secret, something she did on lonely nights when the longing for Brazil – and maybe for him – was stronger. She tried to cover it quickly, pulling the duvet over her with awkward movements. But it was too late.

“No!” she responded automatically, with an expression that gave away everything but conviction. Her eyes fled from his on the screen, while her fingers nervously gripped the edge of the duvet.

“Yes, it is,” he said, laughing, a genuine smile lighting up his whole face. There was no teasing in his voice now, only pure and simple satisfaction. “I recognize it. I wear this shirt almost every game.”

Sarah huffed, turning her face to hide how much the discovery affected her. Her heart was beating too fast, and she needed a few seconds to find the right words. “It’s com-fy.” The excuse sounded weak even to her own ears.

Jobe raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly. Inside, he felt an inexplicable warmth spread through his chest. During those weeks of silence, he had wondered many times if she had moved on, if maybe he was nothing more than a distant memory. Seeing his shirt there, in her room, was like an unspoken confession.

“So now my shirt sleeps there with you?”

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes, trying to regain some dignity. “D-do you want... it back?” The words came out challengingly, but her chest tightened at the thought of him saying yes. The idea of returning that shirt, her small comfort on lonely nights, was almost painful. There was a challenge in her voice, a newfound confidence he didn’t recognize.

He stared at her for a few seconds. The silence between them was laden with unspoken words. And then he responded in a softer, almost intimate tone: “No. It’s better there.”

His voice, in that deeper and softer tone, ran down Sarah’s spine like a physical touch. She felt a warmth spread up her neck, down to her chest, as her fingers involuntarily gripped the duvet. For a moment, the distance between Manchester and Sunderland seemed to completely evaporate.

Sarah’s chest tightened. A wave of emotion flooded her, a mix of longing, confusion, and something more intense that she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. She hated it when he said things like that, out of nowhere. When he dropped his guard, even for just a second. It was as if he was saying so much more than the words. As if, despite the physical distance and the month of separation, he was still completely connected to her.

She cleared her throat, trying to change the subject before her emotions became too obvious. Her fingers gripped the edge of the phone as she organized her thoughts. “Did you just... call me to... tease me?”

“Maybe.” He gave a little laugh and glanced to the side, as if distracted, a rehearsed gesture to hide how much that call meant to him. The truth was, he had spent hours deciding whether to call or not, fearing she wouldn’t answer, or worse, that she would answer and seem indifferent. But the truth was, he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a second, studying every reaction, every nuance of expression. “But I also wanted to know if you want to go to the game. We’re playing near Manchester in a couple of weeks, and I thought you might want to come.”

Sarah hesitated. Her heart sped up again, but for a different reason now. The idea of seeing him in person after so much time made her stomach flip. The possibility hung in the air between them – it wouldn’t just be a game, it would be a reunion. It would be real again.

“Me? At the game?” Her voice came out softer than she intended, almost vulnerable. She wondered if he could tell how much the idea affected her.

“Yes.” He bit his lower lip, a nervous gesture that betrayed the confidence in his voice. His dark eyes shone with a mix of anxiety and barely concealed hope. “Or do you have something better to do than watching me play?”

She smiled, teasing, as her heart raced in her chest. The simple act of flirting with him through the screen made her hands tremble slightly under the covers, where he couldn’t see. “Maybe I do... I don’t know. Maybe with an invitation... the right way.”

Jobe let out a short laugh, but the image of someone shy didn’t go unnoticed. He straightened up, trying to regain the control he felt slipping through his fingers whenever she smiled like that. 

“Full of demands, huh.”

“You like it,” she said before thinking, the words escaping like a secret that had been kept for too long.

He blinked more slowly, his pupils subtly dilating. And he smiled. Softer this time, with a vulnerability she rarely saw. The smile he kept, not for friends or teammates, but only for moments like this.

“I do,” he admitted, his voice dropping a few tones, hoarse and sincere. His hands instinctively ran through his dark hair, a gesture Sarah had already noticed he did when he was nervous or emotional.

The silence stretched for a moment. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was one of those silences that makes your skin tingle, even at a distance, filled with unspoken possibilities. The electric tension of words trapped in both of their throats. Jobe’s gaze cut through the screen, intense and questioning, making Sarah look away to any other place. Her stomach tightened with a mix of fear and desire, while she pretended to fiddle with something on her bed, her restless fingers betraying the casual appearance.

Sarah looked at the clock on the screen, noticing some photos from her friends arriving in the group. She quickly focused on understanding the message, nibbling her lower lip unconsciously, a small crease of concentration forming between her brows. Jobe captured the best of her in that distracted moment. The part he liked and she didn’t know – the authenticity of her gestures, the vulnerability she tried to hide.

“You look beautiful like this,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, as if sharing a precious secret. His eyes were fixed on her, with an intensity that crossed the miles between them. “But I don’t think you even realize it.”

Sarah felt her stomach knot, a warmth rising up her neck, coloring her cheeks. But she smiled, almost shyly, as her heart pounded against her chest so hard that she feared he could hear it through the microphone. She shifted on the bed again, ready to say goodbye, even though every cell of her body protested against the idea of ending the call. The conversation lingered in a moment when she needed to leave, and now the nervousness was different: she didn’t know how to stop looking at him. The magnetism of those dark eyes that seemed to see beyond her facade. Nor how to hide the smile that stubbornly returned every time Jobe averted his gaze and then returned as if he didn’t want to, as if he too were fighting the same inevitability as she.

But before she could say anything, he moved, the sudden movement breaking the tension of the moment.

The image on the phone trembled as he got up from the bed, revealing for a moment a piece of his slim torso under the cotton t-shirt. The camera now showed part of the dark, tidy room, with trophies on a shelf and a Sunderland hoodie hanging on the chair. Sarah absorbed every detail, mentally cataloging them as little treasures.

“I’m gonna get some water,” he said casually, already leaving the room, but his voice carried a tension that revealed he also needed a moment to compose himself.

“Uh... okay,” Sarah replied, not quite sure if she should stay on the call. Her finger hovered over the hang-up button, but curiosity won. She saw the image shift, the phone being carried in his hand as he walked down the hall, the movement shaking the camera in sync with his steps.

The sound of soft footsteps and the light turning on in the kitchen appeared on the screen. He set the phone on the counter, at a slightly crooked angle that showed part of the counter and him opening the fridge. The cold light illuminated his profile for a moment, highlighting the defined line of his jaw that fascinated her so much.

Sarah leaned in, trying to see better, her body instinctively tilting as if she could cross the screen. She felt a strange sense of intimacy that took her breath away, as if she were entering a private and privileged space of his life that few had access to. A piece of intimacy she hadn’t expected.

Until a voice came from the background, startling her.

“Hi, son. What are you having?”

It was a deep male voice, with the same accent as Jobe, maybe even more pronounced, with the roughness that comes from years lived.

Sarah’s eyes widened and she straightened up in bed, her spine suddenly rigid. She felt her heart race, the blood pulsing in her ears. It was his father. She recognized the word “son” with difficulty, but the rest... she wasn’t sure. Panic began to form in her chest, the idea of being introduced, even virtually, to his father without any preparation.

“Dad, I’m on the phone,” Jobe replied, giving a discreet laugh that carried a touch of embarrassment. He opened the bottle and took a sip, his throat moving as he swallowed, then looked at the phone, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of amusement and apprehension. “With Sarah.”

"Sarah?" Jobe's father's voice sounded closer, curiosity evident in his tone. "The girl in the shirt?"

"Yes," Jobe confirmed, a shy smile forming on his lips, as though sharing an inside joke with his father that Sarah didn’t fully understand. The thought that they had talked about her before made her stomach flip again.

"The Brazilian!" His father's voice carried a note of recognition and approval, which only intensified Sarah’s embarrassment.

Sarah stood frozen, her hands gripping the blanket tightly enough to turn her knuckles white. The shame was palpable in her expression, the embarrassment obvious in her lowered eyes, which could no longer meet the screen. The idea that she was a topic of conversation in his house, that his father knew about her, brought a wave of intense heat to her face.

"Oh meu Deus," she muttered in Portuguese, almost laughing nervously, the sound strangled from her dry throat.

"Hi," Jobe said, turning his face toward the screen, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and tenderness as he saw her obvious discomfort. The corner of his lips curved into a gentle, almost protective smile. "Do you want to say hi to my dad?"

"N-no, no need, I-I’ll hang up… really," she said quickly, the English coming out jumbled with anxiety, the words tripping over one another. Her eyes searched frantically for any excuse to escape the situation, her heart seeming to want to leap out of her chest.

"Sarah," Jobe called again, softer now, his voice wrapping around her name like a caress, with a gentleness that made her body instinctively relax. His eyes met hers through the screen, steady and reassuring. "It's okay. He's cool."

Before she could argue, Mark appeared in front of the camera. A man with stubble, an easy smile, and a curious look. He leaned against the counter with a cup in hand. It was clear they shared the same facial structure – the same expressive eyes, the same jawline, even the way they slightly furrowed their brows when focused.

Sarah watched, fascinated, as the hand gestures while speaking were identical, the slight head tilt to the right when interested in something. Mark seemed like an older version of Jobe, as if someone had given a glimpse of what Jobe would look like in a few years. There was something comforting about that continuity, something that made Sarah smile involuntarily.

Jobe noticed Sarah's analytical gaze, how her eyes moved from his face to his father’s and back. He knew she was connecting the dots, noticing the similarities. The heat spread through her neck, rising to her ears when she realized she had been caught in her detailed analysis. She quickly lowered her gaze, biting her lower lip in a gesture Jobe had already noticed as characteristic of her when she felt exposed.

He almost confessed right there that after the shirt incident at the game, he had spent hours talking to his father, asking for advice on how to approach her again. Mark had been straightforward: "If you really like her, you need to do more than just smile." Jobe would never admit it, but every message, every calculated gesture in the past few days had been carefully discussed during long nighttime calls with his father. Seeing them interact now, even through a screen, created a strange sense of completeness he hadn’t expected to feel.

"Hi, Sarah. Jobe talks a lot about you."

Sarah felt like time froze for a moment. The words "talks a lot about you" echoed in her mind, sending a wave of heat through her body. He talked about her to his family? How often? What exactly did he say? A mix of panic and a strange satisfaction settled in her chest. She widened her eyes, trying to process not just the English but also the meaning behind those words. Some phrases went straight over her head, but others she caught.

She laughed nervously and waved her hand, trying to hide the whirlwind of emotions that simple sentence had triggered.

"Hi, Mr… B-Bellin..gham?" The surname she had learned so proudly, now a complicated word with her Brazilian accent.

"Call me Mark," he said with a smile, a bit proud. "I'm the father of that guy there. And… I love Brazil, by the way."

She smiled, still a bit shy. "R-really?"

"My favorite player. Ronaldo. The Phenomenon."

Mark made a gesture as if he were hitting an imaginary ball toward the goal, and Sarah finally relaxed a little. She laughed.

"Ah, yes! Ronaldo is... very good."

She looked at Jobe, still trying to organize her words.

"Your... dad likes... Brazilian football?" she asked, the words coming out slower than usual. Sarah hated how nervousness made her forget everything she had learned.

Mark understood despite the hesitations and answered before Jobe could.

"He used to watch a lot a few years ago. Even before this guy here," Mark pointed to Jobe with his thumb. And Sarah wanted to run at that moment. The thought that... Jobe and she were facing a big age difference made her want to get as far away as possible. "The way you guys played... it was like dancing."

Sarah smiled, feeling her blood rush to her head with the effort to keep up with the conversation. Her fingers tapped discreetly against her bare leg, as if mentally typing out the words to process them.

"My dad... he also loves football," she managed to say, pride shining in her eyes despite the pauses. "He... took me... to... a lot of games."

Mark gave her a genuine smile.

"So, you know your stuff! Which team do you support?"

Sarah furrowed her brow, processing the question. Jobe started to speak more slowly, but she raised her hand with determination, wanting to try on her own. This made a smile bloom on the boy’s face.

"Flamengo," she said with a confident smile, one of the few words that didn’t require effort. "Always Flamengo."

Mark clapped his hands enthusiastically.

"Zico! Zico was great!"

Sarah’s face lit up at hearing a familiar name, and she visibly relaxed. It was as if, suddenly, she had found common ground where words didn’t matter so much.

"Zico is a legend to me," she said, making a nearly theatrical gesture of reverence that made Mark laugh. Her eyes sparkled with genuine admiration, that kind of passion that only appears when we talk about our childhood idols. "Just like Ronaldo... is to you."

"But you watched Ronaldo play?" Mark’s question came with curiosity, his dark brown eyes – so much like his son’s – studying her with renewed interest.

"Yes." Sarah's voice faltered, a lump forming in her throat.

How could she say this without revealing her age? A momentary panic overtook her, her mind racing to calculate dates and seasons. The expression on her face – a mix of terror and desperate mental calculations – made Jobe laugh, the deep, genuine sound echoing through the kitchen.

He watched the scene with a growing sense of relief in his chest, the tension in his shoulders finally relaxing. Up until this point, everything had been flowing better than he had dared to expect. He couldn’t hold back the laughter, his body shaking slightly with the effort. Sarah bit her lip, a gesture Jobe had already noticed was characteristic when she felt exposed.

He never imagined that his dad, with his limited knowledge of Brazilian football – he knew Ronaldo only because he was a casual fan of the big names – could create such a quick connection with Sarah. There was a warmth spreading in his chest as he watched the two interact, as if worlds were colliding in an unexpectedly harmonious way.

Mark said goodbye with a warm smile and a wave to the camera, leaving the two of them alone. His eyes met his son’s for a brief moment before leaving, a look full of silent approval that made Jobe’s heart skip.

"Never, never do that again," Sarah said quickly as soon as the door closed, her words tumbling out in an urgent whisper, her body overtaken by embarrassment, and her wide eyes like those of a cornered animal, making Jobe laugh. The sound of his laughter eased something inside her, even as she pretended to be indignant.

"It was fine. He liked you," he replied, his eyes still dancing with amusement, one hand raised in a soothing gesture that only served to irritate her more, in a way she secretly liked.

"Your dad’s English... is... a bit faster?" she asked, her brows furrowing in genuine confusion that Jobe found adorable.

Her fingers drummed nervously against her cheek, a quick rhythm betraying her apparent calm.

Jobe laughed, picking the phone back up from the counter, feeling a wave of affection as he saw her confused expression.

"I know. He has a very thick accent. Even I sometimes pretend I understood."

Sarah let out a muffled laugh, the sound escaping like champagne bubbles, covering her face with her hand for a second. She looked away, feeling her face and neck heat up, as if embarrassment had its own color.

"My brain... freezes... when I get nervous. It takes time."

"It’s cute," he said, walking back to the bedroom. His steps were light, almost bouncy, reflecting the mood expanding in his chest like a balloon. "The look you make when you're trying to understand..."

Sarah made a face, her eyes half-closed in false indignation, but the stubborn smile at the corners of her lips gave her away.

"It’s not cute. It’s... desperation." The words came out almost in a dramatic groan that made Jobe’s stomach flip.

Jobe flopped back onto the bed, still smiling, the mattress creaking softly under his weight. The light from the bedside lamp cast golden shadows on his face, highlighting the curve of his jaw.

"You’re doing great, Sarah. Really. Better than I would if I had to speak Portuguese." There was sincerity in his voice, mixed with an admiration he didn’t try to hide.

She looked at him with a semi-serious, semi-amused expression, her head slightly tilted as if evaluating him. A loose strand of hair fell over her eyes, and she brushed it away with a distracted gesture that Jobe followed with his gaze. "I doubt it."

"I swear," he said, laying the phone on its side, showing only his face now, too close to the camera. His eyes looked darker in this light, almost black, with an intensity that made Sarah hold her breath. "But... I can help you with the accents. Whenever you want." The offer came laden with deeper meaning, promises of other conversations, other moments like this.

Sarah felt her heart slow down, a rhythm almost hypnotic. The tension easing slowly, replaced by a warm calm that spread through her limbs like honey.

"Thank you," she said, her voice softer, almost a secret shared between them. "You're... kind." The words carried the weight of a confession, as though admitting it revealed more than she intended.

Jobe raised an eyebrow, a crooked smile spreading across his face, the kind of smile that only appeared in moments like this, when defenses were down. A smile she was starting to think was just for her.

"I try." There was vulnerability in his voice, an openness he didn’t show to just anyone.

She glanced at the time again, the movement almost reluctant. The group of friends had already sent a dozen messages saying they were waiting at the pub. Reality was calling, demanding her attention, pulling her away from this small world they’d created between screens.

Sarah slid her finger across the phone screen, about to end the call, when Jobe's voice came before she could touch the screen. There was an urgency in it that made her finger hover in the air, as if captured by a spell.

"You're leaving already?"

His tone was casual. Almost distracted. But the way his chin rested in his hand, his eyes fixed on the screen, and the half-second pause before he asked… made it clear he wanted her to stay.

Sarah hesitated.

The silence between them lingered, warm. But not uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that, just weeks ago, would’ve seemed impossible between them. Since she’d returned to Manchester, this had been the longest time they’d spoken. Likes, brief responses, funny reactions to stories—all of that had become the new standard. Small remnants of contact that never quite broke, but never moved forward either. A thin line between what was and what could’ve been.

Now, they were here. Together. But separated by miles and the phone screen.

Jobe, lying on the bed with a pillow against the headboard, watched every detail of the woman before him. The yellow light in the room softened her features, but his eyes were sharp. He stared at her like someone watching a sunset—silent but completely present.

Sarah, sitting with her legs crossed on the hostel bed, still held the second earring she was about to put in when the call started. Forgotten between her fingers. Her curls cascaded around her face like a golden frame, and she only realized she hadn't finished getting ready when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

If she had to pick a moment to end the conversation, this would be it.

But, for some reason, she didn’t want to.

"Yes."

Jobe nodded slowly, as if absorbing her answer. The movement was subtle, but Sarah noticed. He briefly glanced at the TV, muted, as if looking for something to distract his thoughts.

"Did you watch the last Sunderland and Norwich game?"

The question came so naturally that Sarah took a second to fully process it. She pieced together the words—game, Sunderland, Norwich—and understood the meaning.

"Game?"

Jobe raised his eyebrows, confused and clearly surprised that she didn’t get it right away.

"Sunderland vs. Norwich."

He spoke slowly, his accent filling each syllable, as if testing whether the problem was his pronunciation or if she truly hadn’t watched.

Sarah laughed, shaking her head.

"Of course I watched. I’m almost becoming your number one fan."

Jobe let out a slow smile—the kind that seemed to start in his eyes and only then reached his lips. Sarah realized too late what she had just said.

"I didn’t know you were a fan of mine."

She pursed her lips, unsure how to get out of this one.

"Neither did I," she murmured. But then she took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and recovered. "But… when I saw you play… I felt proud."

Jobe’s reaction didn’t come immediately.

He simply stopped fiddling with the TV remote, as if her words had disarmed something. Sarah didn’t immediately realize the impact of that, but Jobe did.

His chest tightened a little. As if an invisible string that always pulled him away—away from people, away from feelings—had loosened for a second.

The silence lasted a little longer than necessary.

He shifted on the bed, adjusting the pillow as if needing an excuse to change position. Then he looked away at the TV before turning his gaze back to her.

"Good to know."

Sarah realized he didn’t know how to respond. And, in a way, she liked that. It was rare to unsettle Jobe. Maybe she had that effect on him too.

But before she could say anything, he continued:

"I’m proud of you too."

Sarah furrowed her brow.

"Why?"

"Your English."

She laughed, and the sound came light—a laugh that slipped out before being contained. Her face warmed. The heat spread across her cheeks and neck, even though no one could see it. Still, she felt it.

"I still… make a lot of mistakes."

"But it’s much better."

Sarah sighed, crossing her arms.

"I don’t know. I still struggle. This… accent…"

Jobe grinned, as if he already knew where this was going.

"This accent… what?"

She made a vague gesture with her hands.

"Hard. Very hard."

"I thought you liked challenges."

Sarah opened her mouth to reply, but he quickly threw out a phrase in the middle of their conversation. Something she didn’t understand. Again. The tone was clearly teasing, and she knew she hadn’t caught the double meaning. She just didn’t know what it was yet.

"What?"

Jobe rested his chin in his hand, his eyes sparkling.

"You didn’t get it?"

She frowned, trying to remember exactly what he’d said.

"I… don’t know. What does it mean?"

He flashed a slow grin.

"Want me to explain?"

She nodded, hesitant.

When he translated, Sarah’s eyes widened, and a mix of embarrassment and laughter surged through her like a shock.

"Jobe!"

He burst out laughing.

"What? You asked for it!"

Sarah covered her face with her hand, shaking her head.

"I hate when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Say things with… double meanings!"

Jobe raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"Me? I would never do that."

"You only do it because you know I won’t get it right away."

"I do it because I like your confused face."

Sarah let out an exasperated sigh, but there was a smile hiding on her lips.

"Humiliated… on international TV."

Jobe smiled, leaning a little closer to the camera.

"So, you’re my fan."

She tried to retort, but was caught off guard again.

"No."

"But you just said so."

"Maybe. I’m still deciding."

He squinted, suspicious.

"You’re trying to change the subject."

Sarah bit her lower lip, hesitated, and then murmured:

"You know, there are days when I find all of this really strange."

"What?"

She looked down.

"You. Me. This thing. You’re… nineteen. I’m twenty-seven. If I had a kid your age… and a woman my age came around… I wouldn’t let her near."

Jobe gave a crooked smile.

"Eight years is how long it takes for wine to become perfect."

Sarah stared at the screen, surprised.

"You… you just made that up."

"Or not. Who knows?"

He shrugged, teasing.

"You’re like my favorite wine. Complicated, intense, and with a taste that leaves you wanting more."

Sarah laughed, but her heart was beating faster than she’d like to admit.

There they were. From such different worlds, with such opposite lives. But more tangled with each passing moment. In the midst of word games, teasing, and silences that said everything, something was growing without a name.

Something only they could understand.

"But you’re still so much younger."

Jobe’s eyes widened, his tone playful, but his ego clearly touched.

"Wait. Are you calling me a kid?"

“No-no. I just said that… there’s a big difference.” She raised her hands, nervously laughing. She tried to appear calm, but the half-choked laugh and the fleeting look gave everything away. Jobe crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly, as if studying her. “Eight years isn’t a lot. My parents have a seven-year difference.” Sarah let out a laugh, shaking her head as if she didn’t believe it. “Your parents, Jobe. Eight years is enough time for…” she paused, thinking quickly, “for a kid to learn how to write. And read. And maybe even write... a little book.” He let out a deep laugh, the kind that vibrates in your chest. “And enough time for you to learn English and not use the translator with me anymore, so I think it’s fair.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, laughing despite herself. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re trying to get out of this conversation.” He didn’t force the tone, but there was something more there. A lingering look. A way of holding her in the conversation with just his eyes. Sarah tried to look away, quickly checking her phone – but it didn’t go unnoticed. Notifications popped up on the screen: hurried emojis, “let’s go” in all caps, videos being sent. She sighed. “I really have to go now. Before my friends… come pick me up.” Jobe nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly. As if every second of silence was an attempt to make her change her mind. “Good luck,” he said softly. 

Sarah raised an eyebrow, confused, but with a teasing smile on her lips. “With what?” Jobe grinned crookedly. The kind of smile that knew exactly the effect it had. “With… not thinking about me the whole night.” 

Sarah let out a short laugh, more out of nervousness than anything else. She shook her head, trying to maintain control of her expression. 

“You have an answer for everything, huh?” 

He just looked at her. Smiling, yes, but less than before. As if he were a step away from saying something he shouldn’t. 

One second of silence.

Two. 

He wanted to say more. He wanted to ask her to stay. To call again later. To not leave him alone with that unfinished conversation. 

But he didn’t say it. 

He just nodded slowly. As if he understood that some desires don’t fit at the wrong time. 

“Good night, Sarah.” 

She paused for a moment. His saying her name seemed slower. More intentional. 

Maybe she was imagining it, but… it hurt more than it should to say goodbye like this. 

“Good night, Jobe.” 

The call ended. 

But Sarah stayed there. 

With the phone still in her hand, the black screen reflecting the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just let the weight of the silence fall over her like a blanket that, instead of warming, pressed on her chest.

The laughter still danced on her lips, but it was already an echo. Her heart was beating too fast for someone who had only had a conversation. 

Or at least, that’s what she tried to repeat in her mind – “It was just a conversation.” 

But it wasn’t. 

Not when he said things like “good luck not thinking about me” with that look. 

Not when every pause carried more than the words. 

Not when the time between the messages turned into a whole call. And she, even with her friends waiting, didn’t want to leave. 

There was something there. 

Something between discomfort and desire. 

Between doubt and the urge to stay. 

She ran her hand over her face, laughing at herself for being ridiculous. 

Why did this feel more intense than it should? 

He was younger. Famous. Beautiful.

 And yet, he seemed so close. So… accessible when he spoke to her that way. 

But what if he was just being kind? Or joking? 

She had fooled herself before. She had mistaken attention for intent. And she didn’t want to do that again. But the way he said “good night”...  

As if he wanted to say “stay.” Or “come back.” 

In Sunderland, Jobe was the same. Sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on nothing. The phone still in his hand, but already without purpose. The room was dark, but he didn’t move to turn off the TV or arrange the pillows. He didn’t know how to explain it. He only knew he missed her even when she was still there.  As if every second further away was wasted time. 

It was stupid. 

They barely knew each other. 

But there was something familiar about Sarah that unsettled him. As if he already knew who she was without ever really knowing her.

Her laugh, her eyes trying to keep up with his too-fast English, the way she struggled to keep the conversation going but still teased him — all of it was like a background song he couldn’t get out of his head. 

Jobe closed his eyes for a moment, resting his head against the wall. 

Maybe it was just loneliness. Or the fact that she didn’t treat him like everyone else. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, as if she were seeing inside and not just the outside. But whatever it was… 

He didn’t want it to be over. 

Not yet.

And on the other side, in a room miles away, Sarah felt the same. With the phone trapped between her hands, as if it might ring again at any second. 

And maybe, if one of them had had the courage… It would have. 

But for now, all that was left was the silence. 

And the longing for more. 

Because, even separated by miles, some part of them stayed there. 

Trapped in that call, that laugh, that look. 

Trapped in the moment.

dividers by @cafekitsune

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[vikcacao]

OMG MEEE WHEN U FUCKING GET ITTTT LITTERALY THOO!!! LIKE AAAGHHHH THEY POINT OUT EACHOTHERS PROBLEMS (bc autism be damed wtf is subtlety) and they fix them... 2gether...

ACK LIKE HIS MAIN GROUP OF FREINDS IS INUMAKI, MAKI, NOBARA, HAKARI, KIARA, AND THATS IT... and miles morales (but oc-ified) bc fuck canon he needs 2 be with spider man...

Ohhh don't even get me started on sukuna and choso for my au... u will hate what I'm cooking bc happy boy has the most fucked up family ever.. AND MAHITO... HES SPECIAL!! SAME WITH KENJAKU I COULD YAP FOR HRS ABOUT MY AU SIGHHHH IVE BEEN STUCK ON THIS IDEA FOR MONTHS LIKE

ALSO YUJI... is religious. Like Christian in a wierd freaky way that isn't normal. As in he believes God is evil and there is no such thing as "hell" or "the devil". He believes that people rlly ARE created in God's image, but God is a cruel cruel narcissistic being with nothing but it's own ideas in mind. Everything is a massive joke and yujis the punchline. Yujis situation in my au makes it sooo much worse!!

Yuji watches Jin die at 5. Kenjaku leaves the house and leaves him with his grandpa right after so he can chase down the killer. The killer is... ahem... we'll don't shoot me but it's choso.

Choso got jealous. His own mother (now father bc bro is trans) left his family 2 make a completely new one, leaving choso 2 die. Enraged and full of hatred since he left him and his brothers for dead he goes after the young man that Kenny feel for. He finds where they live and they have a huge argument when kenjaku was honestly trying 2 work shit out...

He sees yuji come out from the corner of the kitchen and tries 2 kill him right after he's finished killing off his dad. Yuji rushes 2 jins side and he tries 2 bring him back 2 life. KENJAKU BEING THE MORBID FATHER HE IS TAUGHT YUJI ABOUT DEATH VERY EARLY, NOT HOLDING BACK. yeahhh yuji is fucked and he has crazy genetics fr.

He COULD'VE ended up like sukuna, but he didn't. His grandpa is the only reason why he isn't a violent gangster. SIGHH THE OTHER AU I HAVE CALLED BASTARDIZED IS IF ALL WENT 2 SHIT... and yk, everyone never made it out the hood. :(

Choso couldn't kill yuji bc he saw his brothers in him, and he realizes that he's still family.

CHOSO BELIVES HES A CURSE THROUGH AND THROUGH. In jjk the main theme is love is the greatest curse so here I am making that real.

Love is the reason why choso kills Jin.

Love is the reason why kenjaku had yuji and cared for him.

Love is the reason why kenjaku tried 2 have kids again.

Love is the reason why yuji is the way he is.

Love is the reason why he saves megumi.

Love is the reason why sukuna can't feel anymore.

CHOSO KNOWS HES MADE WITH LOVE WHILE CHOSO WAS MADE WITH HATE. choso was a baby trap in kenjakus past relationship with his bio dad. Ofc Kenny had twins (eso and kechizu) but they were born out of desperation 2 convince himself that he could love the children made with his ex. (Spoiler alert... he hated them...) that's why he resents yuji... oh my god when I make him meet up with choso imma get murdered... js know the subway fight is real...

KENJAKU COULDNT KILL HIS SON!! He's still his son at the end of the day ong. AUGHHH SO CHOSO GOT HIS ASS LOCKED UP ;( people snitched and well.. he was put away. Complicated ahhh family.

Yuuji sounds like he is cult brained but didn't grow up in a cult, he just looked for answers and the one he ended up with is a wrathful God. I like it

I LOVE then Yuuji's family is fucked up. In THR his family is dead, but Kenny sucked major balls (both literally and figuratively, there's a reason why Yuuji has 9 siblings in the fic canonically)

You should, like, 100% write a fic. It doesn't even have to be chronological, just short blurbs of itafushi's lives both with and without each other

It sounds real neat

[wosieposiecozy]

Finally got the balls to post this

Candybats rambles and HC and individual stuff. Turning these freaks into OCs fr

🦇🎀 Rambles under the cut bc talk of mental health, also note pink text is for things that are more personal to me/ based off my life. I project onto these freaks a whole lot, especially streber! The pink text range from silly to not so silly 🎀🦇

Enjoy!!!

-kevin is a nerd/freak, no way he's friends with Radford and isn't a nerd, bro def has a fixation on sonic the hedgehog but only owns 06 (he borrows other games from rad)

- streber is not an engineer but a theater prop maker, he enjoys the stage and probably was in a robotics club in college but engineering/ robotics was not something he wanted to go into directly. He dose prop commissions and is a teacher assistant at an elementary school.

-streber is great at math and calculations, but my boy can't read/spell well.

- streber likes to fidget with Kevin's hands

-kevin likes to just flop on top of streber. Streber likes the pressure. Kevin's like a cold weighted blanket, and streber is a heating pad.

- streber struggles with depression, it's been a year since Bob and while he's doing better, he struggles with not feeling anything sometimes, he's nervous on how his response to his trauma isn't like others. He kinda pretends it didn't happen and continues on, and only really thinks about it when he's alone at night. (Based on my own experiences with grieving a lost one)

- streber has mixed feelings about people who survived Bob, he never blamed them but he's just is extremely upset he couldn't get the same treatment from that monster. He stopped going to support groups and just dose 1 on 1 therapy.

- streber lived with his parents for a while after getting out of the hospital (the rats stayed with Leon 💪) , and kinda just wanted to rot in his bed, but eventually went to some sort of support. Mainly because of fears of going to the mental hospital (yes, again,based on irl experiences)

-streber refused to talk to news outlets regarding the incident.

- he fluctuates wanting to get a prosthetic arm to not wanting to.

-kevin is on depression and anxiety meds. (Literally hc he has the same as me, bro take them everyday or else bad shit happens!!! )

- Kevin doesn't talk about work when he's not at work, it makes him pissed, mainly because the most interesting thing is skid & pump, police, teens stealing, or killers/demons

- Kevin hates work and dose experience fear of "god, what I'm if I go into day and I die" but the anxiety of having to get a new job and change his norm over powers his fear of death.

- streber bites Kevin, like just a stress and comfort thing, Kevin is okay with it. Streber kinda bites his arm sometimes

- streber and Kevin rent out apartments, they don't live together.

-streber loves his rat children. We got Socrates🐀, motor oil🐀, and Mr. Girl🐀!!

- Kevin had a love at first sight kinda thing but didn't act on his feelings, mainly because he likes to get to know people first before asking them out and bc work has him in a choke hold.

- Kevin would like a pet cat but.... Work 😔

- they met because of Radford 💪 the real hero of spooky month's 18-30 year olds 🫡.

- streber became pretty good friends with Kevin at first then he fell for him, bro just loves cringe fail men (and women). Kevin was beefing with children, no way your gonna find a better boy failure /silly

- streber disassociates during slasher films. He still loves horror and Halloween as it was his comfort growing up, but Bob left a stain that will forever haunt him.

-streber's favorite horror movies are silent & psychological horror.

- Kevin isn't a huge fan of horror movies but he appreciates "Dave made a maze" & probably "Willard", he's like " Dave just like me fr!!!" (Go watch the movie, it free on Tubi 😎)

- both can't drive, streber takes the bus, Kevin takes his bike.

-I like to think they're both touch starved.

-kevin likes physical affection and wants to give it to streber but kinda forgets how to

-streber is very big on physical affection but isn't use to it

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- freak 4 freak

-insert Kevin is a fan of young Sheldon here-

🎀🦇 Oki rambles over 🦇🎀

If you liked it, that's kinda epic

[schizophilus]

Canon height difference vashrir save me canon height difference vashrir + post-talia AAWWWHHHGFDFHO

FUUUCKKK I HATE THE OC X CANON BRAINROT CUZ ITS LOWK EMBARRASSSIIIINNGGG

Ok but im not stingy, fenrir is not only to aventurine hes the ip3 little lapdog guy

With topaz he’s the guy who randomly shows up and became the dad (platonically) to the single mom (topaz) and the kid (numby) loves him like a real dad

With Aventurin- ill shut up (theyre each other everything’s at this point, enemies, allies, comrades, family, etc… and they have went through so much they are trauma bonded together like ionic bonds bro i am so giddied up about them. The love for one another that comes so naturally that they doesnt even realize theyre loving the other person, the subconscious worry and care for the other person despite everything and the CHARACTER X CHARACTER’S FOIL TROPE ALWAYS GETS MY ASSSSS THEY WULD LOVE ANYONE, EVEN THE TOTAL OPPOSITES OF THEM, ALL EXCETO THESEMVESLC. Wanting to know each other unapologetically, willingly and no ulterior motives, knowing for the sake of understanding thelakthe iulkdfhasdf. They have their own toxic traits in their dynamic but thats why they work because you cant use a saint to catch a sinner. Bro attachment dude who is desperate for attention and will do anything to get it x avoidant mfer who wants no one to stick with him because he’s afraid to ruin them bro i can aldsfhasohaDAAAAAA. The bickering tempered cat to soft kitty pipe line the trope of when theyre planning of ways to get rid of the other character while the other character thinks of how their future would be like turning into them living in the same space in a future none of them predicted. The trope of one having light in their eyes x no light in their eyes to gave up the light in their eyes for the others light in their eyes forhaeh. Care him like breathing x thinsk he cant be cared for good fucking lord save me. Notices when he’s not around x wish he was special. When auf wiedersehen sweetheart. When fenrir doesnt want to leave so aventurine has to force him to leave whe- saving someone who doesnt want to be saved when a character turn cruel because theyve lost everything x person who refuse to let them hate them when bickering in the beginning but at the end sacrifice for each other when “i dont care for myself” x “ill do it” when when “i wont wait forever” x “what if i did” when not being the strongest but still desperately tries to save the other person when they take care of the same kid togehter when it started out as one couldnt even care less x another desperate for them to even glance at them turns into two people who can’t bear the thought of another person in harm whehtehwehwehwhwhennn-)

Dr Ratio is funny cuz Fenrir is his wet dog pathetic student who can’t read and write but also got a doctorate in like 2 months and now Fenrir is also teaching with Dr Ratio but he’s teaching linguistic and literature. The strict teacher who is strict bc he cares x the chillax teacher who will get scary if he needs to. FFUUUUUCCCK PROFESSOR X PROFESSOR RIVAL AND THEY COMPARE THEIR STUDENTS GRADES TYPE SHIITTT IIMMM AFDLSFJHKAAAUAUHH.

Also post talia fenrir lol

He got a doctorate pretty fast and was invited to join the Riddlers, he considered it but decided not to because Dr Ratio told him so- but he does work with them in the dark. Fenrir would become a professor and although not invited to the Intelligentsia Guild yet, he’s bickering Dr Ratio to.

Since he’s out of Talia, he often hangs around Aventurine’s office and sometimes tag along back to his apartment too to do all the house chores and make dinner so Aventurine can rest. Housewife basically, malewife…. Fenrir….

[night-raven-miscellany]

Figured I'd start posting some side posts of everyone's opinions on other characters (mainly canon and my own OCs but I might add in OCs that have been interacted with if people don't mind being tagged)? This was smth I considered already and was then further prompted to do based on a response to a post I made yesterday.

So anyways, without further ado:

🦐OCpinions Time - Pt. 1 - Yuna Sid🦐

Other Parts: (to be linked)

Note: I kinda guessed on some emojis? There is a tiny bit of overlap... Oops? If your OCs have interacted with Yuna and you don't mind being mentioned, then pls lmk id love to add them!

Canon

Heartslabyul:

🌹Riddle (Aka "Ridds"/"Rosy"/"Your Majesty"): "He was a bit of a stick in the mud at first, and we certainly weren't very fond of one another. Despite that, I think I'd consider him a friend of mine now. He sometimes helps me study for written exams, since I can't do too much on the magical end of things. I would joke that he start a ‘Bad Parent(s) Support Group’ with me, but I think he’s still trying to figure things out himself, so I think it’s better to leave him to it… I've got a lot of respect for him, though. I mean, he's able to (generally) keep Ace and Deuce in check, so…” Bonus, "The Overblot" - "…Don't mention this to him, but sometimes I can still feel the sensation of cold metal clamping down over my neck. I don't hate him by any means… but the whole Overblot thing definitely made it harder to trust him at first." ♥️Ace (Aka "Red"/"Thing No. 1"/"Acey"): "My right hand man and one of my first friends on this godforsaken campus. I dunno why he insists on playing coy with everyone; it’s so painfully obvious when he cares about someone and yet he’d rather pretend he’s so cool and uncaring. It’s kinda endearing, if I'm being honest. I do wish he wasn’t such a jerk sometimes, though. Dude needs to learn to read the room. Despite that, I like hanging with him and dunno where I’d be if we weren’t friends. He's helped me out far more than I'd like to admit.” Bonus, "On Crushes" - "Oh come on... you're telling me that of ALL the guys in this place, one of the guys I have to have a crush on is THIS GUY???? UGH I thought I had better taste... It really doesn't help that he's charming from time to time, though...." ♠️Deuce (Aka "Blue"/"Thing No. 2"/"Deucey"/"Chickadee"): "My left-hand man; I have no clue what I’d do without him. Unlike Ace, I did not hate him at first. He’s a bit impulsive and oblivious sometimes, and sometimes you can really tell he was a delinquent in the past, but underneath all that, he’s a good guy. I’d trust him with my life, honestly. We study together pretty often, even when Ace has decided he doesn't need to join us, hehe..." Bonus, "On Crushes 2" - "Okay so I know I complained about Ace, but by comparison, Deuce is probably a safer option... He's super sweet and far more open about his feelings than a certain someone else... I still have to question my own choices, though..." ♣️Trey (Aka "Mom"/"The Tooth Fairy's Evil Twin Brother"/"Clover"): “I never know what to think about Clover… he’s got a generally nice and helpful air about him, but the dude can have a real mischievous streak when needed. I respect him a ton, though. It can’t be easy having to basically serve as Heartslabyul’s babysitter when the Housewarden is away. He needs to be more direct when he wants something, though… In fact, it drives me insane how dishonest he can be at times.” ♦️Cater (Aka "Cay-Cay"/"Cay"/"Diamond"): “He’s… a strange one for sure. We get along all right, but I wish he would be a little more open with me. Like, dude, I’m trying to give you an actual genuine connection with someone in the form of friendship!!! I guess I can't blame him too much, though, when I'm much the same way... Regardless, though, he’s pretty fun to talk with, especially about the latest gossip that’s going around NRC.”

Savanaclaw:

🦁 Leona (Aka "Aniki"/"Big Bro"/"Jerk"/"Leo"): “Man. I honestly did not get along with Leona at first. I think sometime shortly after the Octavinelle incident, though, our dynamic kinda shifted into that of a pair of siblings, at least in my eyes... I usually wind up calling him ‘Aniki’, whereas instead of ‘Herbivore’, I’ll occasionally hear ‘squirt’ instead. He’s still kind of a pain in the ass, but he’s not as bad as you’d think. Bonus, "The Overblot 2"- "Sand... everywhere... I watched as skin and bone was nearly reduced to nothing... I... God. If it were any other situation, it would've been so cool. But it was people... people. No one died, but it was terrifying, nearly being on the other end of that spell..." 🍩 Ruggie (Aka "Ruggs"/"Furry Squire"): “It was a bit frustrating when we first met, yknow, under the circumstances that we did (the Magift tournament), but after that we kinda became sorta friends? I wouldn’t say we were close or anything like that, but we did bond over a mutual dislike for rich people if that’s anything.” 🐺 Jack (Aka "Wolfie"/"Fido"/"Jackie"): "I like Jack. He's very consistent and, honestly, one of the better guys in this place. We may have been a little tense with each other at first, but I'd consider him a close friend of mine at this point. He, Epel, and I occasionally work out together. I don't think he was sure about it at first, since it was actually me who brought it up originally, but I think we all have fun with it now. So thanks, Wolfie, 'cause now I can handle myself in a fight."

Octavinelle

🐙 Azul (Aka "Fishface"/"That Fish-faced Mafioso"/"The Manager from Hell"/"'Zul"): “It’s kinda funny. I was never intending to work in the Mostro Lounge for ANY reason, but when the Birdman (Crowley) cut my allowance, I had to make some sacrifices. I was super hesitant about even touching the place because I knew it meant having to deal with Mr. Fish-Face himself, but honestly? It’s not too bad. Plus, he’d never let anyone know, but Azul isn’t always a money-hungry, gold-grubbing, capitalist fiend. He's actually helped me out once or twice with getting my hands on some piano scores from this world... free of charge, too. Don't tell him I told you this, though. He'd never let me live it down, at that point.” Bonus, "The Overblot 3" - "Top ten most frustrating crash outs I've had the displeasure of witnessing... Like, dude, I know you worked hard for those contracts, but... I dunno... it was kind of just frustrating since... well... I won. Sure, I had some help from Leona, but still... I also get not wanting people to know about who you were in the past, trust me. But that was just... a bit too far. I dunno, maybe that was just the point I started wanting to just zone out during Overblots... One was bad, two was upsetting, but three was just... starting to get old real fast, y'know?" 🐬 Jade (Aka "The Scary Twin"/"JJ"): "So, of the twins, I think Jade is by far the more terrifying of the two. I need to get that out now before anything. He's very polite, yes, but that smile of his never ceases to unnerve me... He does offer me drinks from the lounge from time to time? I never can stay for long enough to take advantage of his offer, but something tells me that maybe it's for the best?" 🦈 Floyd (Aka "The Fun Twin"/"Flo"/"The Personification of a Hydraulic Press"): "Floyd is... surprisingly fun to be around. Sure his mood swings can be a bit terrifying, especially when he decides it'd be more fun to chase me around, but he's usually pretty chill when we hang out. I'm kinda grateful to him, because he's part of the reason I have the job in the lounge that I do... found my playing interesting enough to be of note and brought it to Azul's attention at some point, I guess? He also gives pretty good hugs? I dunno what the whole deal is with getting squeezed being a bad thing, but the pressure is kinda relaxing... like a weighted blanket, y'know?"

Scarabia

☀️ Kalim (Aka "Sunny"/"Kali"): "Kalim is really nice! He's probably one of the nicest people I've met in this school and it's a bit refreshing! His optimism is ... Kinda concerning sometimes, but I don't really know how to bring it up to him. He's really fun to play music with, though, and sometimes I'll join him and the other light music club members to play together! I just... I know that he knows about the whole... Thing by now... It's almost amazing that he's so persistent... I really wish I could be as positive as he is sometimes, even if it is only a defense mechanism..." 🐍 Jamil (Aka "Snake Eyes"/"Mr. Hissyfit"/"Jami"): "He's too closed off and doesn't express his feelings enough. I know why he does it, but that doesn't make it any less irritating! He's gotten a little bit better about it over time, I guess, but God does it piss me off when Kalim or someone else does something and he just. Gets this look on his face and you KNOW he's pissed and/or is now unable to do things to his full potential but. I dunno... We occasionally hang out in order to just express our frustrations over people, though, which is fun. Sometimes he'll tell me about whatever is going on in Scarabia and I'll complain a bit about the Birdman." Bonus, "The Overblot 4" - "I really want to trust Jamil. I do! But... Listen, unknowingly having your mind controlled once is already a horrifically jarring experience... It makes it hard to wanna be around him too much, even though I know it's not going to happen the way it did again, but... I don't know how Kalim does it, really. And he and the other dorm members were all being mind controlled at some point or another during the whole winter break fiasco."

Pomefiore

🦚 Vil (Aka "Queenie"/"Peacock"): "Queenie isn't too bad, despite how strict he is. He just wants everyone to be the best they can be. His methods are... Debatable, in my opinion, but I can admire his work ethic. He's one of the few people that helped me get some decent clothes in this place, and now I can at least look somewhat nice when I go out for things, haha? He, along with a few others, also helped me out in designing a dorm uniform for Ramshackle as it is now. He actually was the one who suggested using parts of other dorms uniforms, and gave me the boots and the undershirt that I've got for it." Bonus, "The Overblot 5" - "Fuck, dude. That was... Kinda terrifying. I really, really shouldn't have been staying for overblots at this point. I'll never forget the look on his face though when he was spiraling about being truly evil... I've never seen someone look so... Upset with themselves while also trying to kill everyone else... Like when you fall into such a bad self-deprecative spiral that it just winds up becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy or something...". Bonus, "Being a Hero" - "Ever since the whole STYX thing... I can't help but admire Queenie. Can't believe he spent so much time wondering if he was good enough to play the part of the hero and yet before everyone's eyes... He managed to do exactly that. It's amazing... He's so effortlessly strong and graceful and seems like he's capable of anything..." 🏹Rook (Aka "The Guy with the Fuckass Bob"/"Chessman"/"Hunter"/"Frenchie"): "He's Rook. What else is there to say, honestly? Jokes aside he's.... Eccentric. Though that's kind of like saying the ocean is big or that Grim is a glutton- totally obvious. I can't help but find him just a bit interesting, though. I like how he's able to find beauty in literally everything, even if it's like. A massive trashcan or something I can picture him going like 'Ah, Mon Petit Étrangère! Do you not see how the sunlight reflects just so, illuminating even the most mundane things in its luxurious glow' Or something like that. Makes him really fun to talk to, cause you never know what he's gonna say next... I just wish that he wouldn't like. Fire arrows in my direction when he needs to get my attention from far away..." 🍎Epel (Aka "Apple Guy", usually just refers to him by name): "Dude. As someone who came from a somewhat rural area myself, I freaking love Epel! He reminds me a lot of some of the people in my hometown, if not a bit more on the extreme countryfolk side of things? I dunno. We bonded pretty quickly with one another because of how other students perceived us at first (though I guess part of that was because I was purposefully trying to disguise myself as a dude at first and... Kind of was failing miserably). He's got a totally admirable drive to him, and like I said earlier, he, Jack, and I often like to work out together. Epel makes for a pretty fun sparring partner once in a while, too."

Ignihyde

🔥 Idia (Aka "Idy"/"Sparky"/"Hothead"): "Dude might be an introvert, but he's totally fun to talk to! He's one of the few people who will listen to me ramble on about the games from my world with active interest. Leona wasn't too appreciative of the FNAF lore dump, but you know who was? Idia. And after that several hour long ramble, he decided to share a similar horror game with me and we hung out for a bit and played it together. I do wish he wasn't so skittish, though... Like, Bro... I just wanna show you this picture of Grim that I took the other day..." Bonus, "The Overblot 6" - "I... I can't blame him for what he did. The others I can certainly hold some level of contempt for their actions but... him? I was mad, sure, but... he was wracked with stress and grief over a life he never asked for and a brother that he lost. If I were in his shoes, I probably would have done the same thing... He already struggled to meet my eyes, but he absolutely refused to do so until I dyed the grey strand of hair that I got from our fight." 🤖 Ortho (Aka "Ortie"/"Toto"/"Robo-Wonder"): "Ortho? I adore him! He's such a sweetie, if not a little terrifying sometimes when you diss his brother or his other friends. I have to admit, though, I'm super curious about his existence as a technomantic humanoid... the concept is super cool, and it... honestly makes me wonder if I could somehow find a way to use magic via technology..." Bonus, "The Overblot 6.5" - "I like hanging with Ortho as is, but sometimes I find myself wondering what the human Ortho was like... It's not a good thought process and I usually shut it down pretty quick, but sometimes I worry that he goes down that same path from time to time."

Diasomnia

🐉 Malleus (Aka "Horn Guy"/"Mal"): "Horn Guy is. An odd duck… er… dragon. To most people, he’s this big, intimidating mystery of a man. And yet? This man is desperately craving people to talk to and is honestly one of the biggest dweebs I’ve ever met. He carries around a little Tamagotchi and treats it like his own son for God’s sake! Honestly, if I get the chance, I’m just gonna start inviting him places more often. Dude needs it for real.” Bonus, "The Overblot 7" - “The incident? Listen, I’ve just. Put it on the back burner like I’ve done every other time… He wasn’t in his right state of mind, maybe even moreso than the others, so I’m just going to pretend it didn’t happen. Besides, the less I have to think about that whole… thing…, the better.” 🦇 Lilia (Aka "Gramps"/"Peepaw"/"General" [Post ch 7]/"Batty"/"Lils"): "Lils is pretty fun. He sometimes jumps out of nowhere which is a little terrifying, but I respect him. For an old geezer, he sure does seem to have a good sense of humor (read: the same sense of humor as most teens, I guess), and I kind of wonder what it'd be like to expose him to some of the memes from my world, haha! I'd also love to share some of the rock and metal from my world with him, too. It isn't particularly my jam, but there's some that I think he'd like. I'm just glad he seems to be pretty chill with me hanging around Horn Guy and the others. If I catch him while I'm visiting Diasomnia, he always seems to have a proud smile on his face... He kinda reminds me of my dad, in some ways, which now that I'm saying that out loud feels... Kind of weird since he's a high schooler." Bonus, "The Dreams" - "At first, I would've asked why the fuck his happiest dream or whatever was him reliving his war days fighting against an imperialist regime that killed a lot of people and did a lot of damage to the Briar Valley but... Well. I can't deny that it was sweet because a big part of it was him finding his family." 🗡️ Silver (Aka "Prince"/"Sil"/"Prettyboy"): "I don't know him all that well, but he's nice enough, I suppose. I always catch him snoozing in the weirdest places, so every once in awhile I'll have to wake him up and ask where he was going before he fell asleep. He's got this super regal air about him though that I just can't pinpoint..." Bonus, "The Dreams 2" - "HES A FUCKING PRINCE OF COURSE HE FELT ODDLY REGAL. But putting that aside... His strength to take everyone dream to dream like. 20 or so times? Fucking insane. I'm... Glad he was able to help me and the others, though. He's really a sweet guy and he really went through the wringer with this..." 🐊 Sebek (Aka "Crocodile Rock"/"Snappy"/"Scaly"/"Sebby"): "If Sebek were a dog, he would be a Chihuahua. All bark, no bite. If he were to just quiet down half the time, he'd be ten times easier to be around and talk to. Like, dude. I think Mal is neat, too, but you've gotta let the man breathe for a moment? That, and this class discussion is supposed to be about the effects of the 'rugged street rat's' influence on the economy of the Scalding Sands after he managed to marry their crown princess... Please... It is fun to talk to him once in a while about books, though, if you can get him to derail his thoughts from the Malleus train for five seconds." Bonus, "The Dreams 3" - "I hope that he's doing alright after... Well.. everything that we went through with the Malleus stuff. It's pretty obvious that it's affected his worldview in a pretty meaningful way, but I also hope he would be willing to let me and the other first years be a support for him."

Staff + Ramshackle

🐦‍⬛Crowley (Aka "Birdman"/"Headmage" [in polite company]/"That fucking bird that I hate"): "That fucking bird that I hate. I do not like the headmage, and anyone who knows me for even a little bit would tell you the same. I'm sick and tired of being his gopher, y'know? I can't wait for the day that someone cuts him down to size and puts him in his place... I guess I can't entirely hate him, since at least I have a place to stay now? I still don't like him, though." 🐕Crewel (Aka "Professor Crewel"/"Mr. Crewel"): "Professor Crewel is a bit terrifying sometimes, but he means well. Y'know how I mentioned that Vil helped me come up with a dorm uniform for Ramshackle? Yeah, Crewel also helped. Who would've thought that getting help from fashionistas would lead to some. Actually nice outfits? He's not too bad about making some smaller accommodations for myself since... No magic? He's definitely still super strict, though..." 🐈‍⬛Trein (Aka "Professor Trein"/"Mr. Trein"/"Dad" [on one occasion that she will never live down as long as ADeuce are alive]): "Everyone says that history is boring... I couldn't disagree more. Sure, Professor Trein has a bit of a monotone voice when he's lecturing, but it's still so fascinating to learn about everything in this world! Like Mr. Crewel, he's still pretty strict on grades, but I don't have to worry about Grim's performance in Mr. Trein's classes since I'm doing most of the work anyways." 🦌Vargas (Aka "Coach"/"Coach Vargas"/"Mr. Vargas"/"Meathead"): "Coach is... A total blockhead! Like, seriously!? I never thought it'd be possible to have gym classes with a man so stubborn and meatheaded before and... God it's exhausting... Every time I have gym class I leave with some kind of injury from overexertion, I swear! Ok... Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit but... Well, at least he's pretty understanding of my situation(s) so... I'll take a win where I can... Don't like his class very much, though." 💀 Sam (Aka "Mr. Sam"): "Mr. Sam is AMAZING! He always has what you need, somehow... It's kinda crazy. He usually is willing to help me a bit when I need groceries in Ramshackle and he's also the one who gave me the bat I carry around. Something about some extra stock not for sale or whatever. He's really awesome and I appreciate his help with everything..." 🐾 Grim (Aka "My Son"/"My Boy"/"Grimmy"): "OH MY GOD that is my SON RIGHT THERE! I honestly didn't actually like Grim very much at first... We clashed a lot, y'know? He thought of me as just some magicless deadweight in the way of his goals of becoming a great mage and I just found him to be annoying... But after a while we just became friends. We've been through a lot, y'know, and I literally don't think I'd still be around if it weren't for Grim. Oh, and don't tell him I told you this, but he really is becoming so skilled and talented, he might not even need me anymore sooner or later, haha..." Bonus, "The Prologue" - "Sometimes I have dreams like the one I had when I first woke up here. I always see a massive beast with glowing blue ears and a forked tail... I really hope that that's one dream that doesn't turn out to be true."

RSA

🙃Chenya (Aka "Cheshire"/"Kitty-cat"/"Mr. NoBody"): "We haven't spoken much, but I like Chenya... At least from what I have learned about him? He speaks in riddles constantly, but I think that's just a fun quirk." ❄️ Neige (and the dwarves by extension) (No Nicknames): "I don't know him very well at all, but I'm just... I dunno. His overly cheerful and positive attitude is just as frustrating as Kalim's, if not MORESO. Maybe I'd like him more if I got to know him, but I'm just not a fan right now... Besides, all of his character portrayals just read the same to me, so I'm not too interested in his work, either."

Other

🔔 Rollo (Aka "Bell-man"/"Ugly Bob Man"/'Church Boy"): "Whoever did his hair needs to be fired immediately... Im kidding, but honestly after the stunt pulled at NBC, I don't like him much... A lot of people got hurt or could've even been killed! Sometimes I think about writing to him, though... Just to see if maybe he'd be willing to just hear me out on some of my own issues with magic..." 🦊 Fellow and 😺 Gidel (Aka "Mr. Honest/Foulsworth and Gidel/Gino"): "Some lowlife scammers who still managed to give me and the others a really fun time! Sure... We almost died... But like... I've gotten used to it at this point, really... Ok so the almost dying sucked ass actually but... The theme park time I spent with the others is priceless... So I guess there's that?" 🦴 Skully (No nicknames): "I have... No idea who he was, but every time I see his picture in the library, I always get the oddest feeling that we would have been really good friends..."

OCs

Heartslabyul

🎩 Lewis (Aka "Hatter"): "Jerk! Always leaving me to do his work when he's busy being collared or just fucking off to who knows where! ... Ok I'm overreacting a bit... Lewis isn't all that bad, he's actually really caring when it matters... He's just a bit hard to get help from if he's not interested."

🌺 Azalea (Aka "Azzy")( @nrcbookclub): "They're really friendly! I appreciate all their help and kindness so far, even though we didn't meet under the best conditions... I really enjoyed his stories about the book club though, so I'm looking forward to visiting and getting to know them and everyone else better!"

Savanaclaw

♌ Izem (Aka "Izzy"/"Bossman"): "If I had to pick someone on this campus to be my brother, it'd be Izem. He may act all big and tough, sure, but deep down he's a real softie. He gives really good advice, too."

Octavinelle

🍣 Olivine (Aka "Sharkbait"): "We have a few classes together, but we don't talk much. We just share circles, since we both know Rusul and Izem. He definitely always looks like he's plotting someone's murder, though (typically Azul's)..."

Scarabia

🦜 Rusul (Aka "Birdie"/"Birdbrain"/"Featherbrain"/"Ruffles"): "He kinda drives me up the wall sometimes, but he's not too bad. He's always up to something, though, and he just kind of does whatever he wants to. It's really funny, though, occasionally I'll catch him staring at some of the curtains or tapestries or other things around the building and judging them SO HARD. I wonder why he does it, but maybe he's just got an eye for these things?"

Pomefiore

🐁 James (Aka "Squeaky"): "Someone needs to pull his head out of his own ass sometimes I swear. I like him and all, but he's also super irritating when he gets into talking about himself. His Unique Magic has helped me out of a bind on more than one occasion, though, which is pretty neat. He also doesn't boast about this, for once, but he's... A SUPER talented actor. No wonder he's well-liked in the drama club! A shame he prefers directing, though." 🐈‍⬛ Lucretia (No nicknames): "Squeaky's little cat? She's fun, I guess.... Honestly really fun to share gossip with, actually. I love learning James lore from her. It's always the best."

Ignihyde

🐈‍⬛Alden (Aka "Kitty cat"/"Lynx"/"Al") ( @nine-lives-lynx): "We've only started being friends, but she's super chill... I appreciate her curiosity and willingness to hear me out once in a while. He's very patient and relaxed, too, which is a pleasant change of pace from a lot of the more excitable people on this campus. I look forward to hanging out with him again."

🫒 Klen (No nicknames yet)(@/nrcbookclub): "Haven't gotten the chance to speak to him very much yet, but... I know he also helped out when I overblotted. He seems like he's a good guy, though, so I hope to get to know him better soon."

Diasomnia

🌙Casimir (Aka "Chuuni"/"Cas"/"Casi"/"Pipsqueak"): "It's a shame more people don't hang around Cas, the dude is a total blast! Sure he talks a bit odd, but then again, who doesn't from time to time? He's also an incredibly talented musician and he's always willing to play violin with me from time to time and/or give me feedback on my own piano skills. It's a bit hard to understand him at first, but once you've spent enough time around him, it's pretty easy to see what he means, since he's always saying exactly what he thinks... Well. Most of the time. I can't help but worry that he's not telling me everything sometimes..."

Staff + Ramshackle

🩺 Heinrich (Aka "Dr. V"/"Doc"): "What do you call a doctor who graduated at the top of his class? Doctor. What do you call a doctor who graduated at the bottom of his class? Doctor. Joking aside, I actually have no doubt that the Doc is good at his job! But... He's really bad at words. Like painfully bad at words. Since my Overblot, I haven't really gotten the chance to talk to him about it but... Phew... He wasn't really the most helpful." 🩷 Kiyuu ( @/nrc-asteryn-crew)(Aka "Kiki"/"Yuu2"): 🐦‍⬛Yuuto (@/nrc-asteryn-crew)

RSA

🥀Minerva (Aka "Min"/"Minnie"): "My best friend... Or so I thought. I haven't spoken to her since her last visit. It's probably for the best, though. I'm still really mad at her... But... I can't deny that I miss her, too. I really hope she stops by to apologize at some point..." 🦝Eugene (No nicknames): "Haven't met him, but I know he exists. Apparently he's in the same situation as I am, thanks to Minerva's interference, I guess..."

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oc-tober | my first few days

hello tumbo ler. i am kinda doing oc-tober this year, kinda not. i know my schedule (busy, hectic, hell) but i also know i like to procrastinate (these 3 pieces have consumed time that would've been better used for homework).

so, i'm gonna jump into it... the other 2 drawings and more info will be below the cut

day 1 | favorite oc

ok so i started off strong here... by that i mean i started with day 1!!! (on october 5). this is my favorite ever. i have never really info dumped about this one on the internet before... was gonna use this as a time to start but then deleted what i just wrote LOLL all u gotta know is that bro is stunning witterawy just look. also this oc is from the 1920s/30s/40s... most of the story i've got in my head takes place in the 30s tho 😻

day 5 | redesigned oc

see this is what i mean. i skipped from day 1 to day 5.. but this is an oc i made when i was like 12 (WAY TOO CLOSE TO 10 YEARS AGO) and he was an angsty little bugger... it used to be the case that he was a witch living on his own in a village that, like, hates him or whatever. (because he's a witch.) the townsfolk like rip his tongue out or whatever and then he couldn't speak anymore but still ran like some sort of fruit stand at some sort of market. then like the love of his life moved in and he lived happily ever after. (not true, the love of his life was a BOY so i think they both got killed.)

and wow!!! that's a lot for a 12/13 year old. i came across an OLDDD google doc that had a little bit about this guy in it. the story, as anything written by a 12/13yo, made like. extremely little sense.

so i redesigned bro in about 2022ish. gave him a name, and he's still a witch. he's still missing a tongue. the differences now include that he's AFAB, has a little friend in his head only (pictured. he is cursed) and has a twin brother now. his twin brother works as a knight and like... captured him for an insane bounty. i also gave him a little bit of plot armor... he's some sort of telepath now so he's able to get by without a tongue. instead of straight up fantasy ville, i've been doing a little research into the middle ages to figure out a more, like, realistic setting... as realistic as including supernatural things can be but believe me the story is making a lot more sense now than it did in 2015.

day 3 | old oc

so i drew this today. yes these are in order of when i drew them...

anyway in terms of when i made this one, he's not THAT old. he's a product of my highschool mind and appeared on MANY assignments as doodles.. so he was like, essentially, born in about 2016/17, but i consider him old because i haven't so much as thought about him since like 2020, MAYBEEE early 2021.

this is also making me realize i have a thing for FREAKS. every one of these ocs has something about them that makes them "less than human;" this guy's deal is that he's like.. half fish..

it sounded really cool in 2017 you have to understand this was the vibe of the time

anyway he essentially got scrapped for no better reason than i was just getting bored. like, the story i was developing for bro ALSO took place in the 1920s (dude let me tell u. prohibition era america is actually my roman empire. genuinely in every sense of the real meaning of that trend) but it was diverging too far from reality and sort of becoming an atla knockoff toward the end of my thoughts for it... so then bro at the top was born (girl on day 1) in august 2021 and the rest for this guy was history. such is the damning reality of the creative.

anyway, that's all. i have no idea if i'll keep this up, but some of the prompts have genuinely given me ideas to cure my art block (I HAVE NOT DRAWN SINCE JULYYYYY) so i'm hoping to have time for more 🥲

[redstringraven]

TMNT’s 40th anniversary ask game ~ May I ask for number 22) , 26) and 35) ? Lots of love <3

TuT!!!! THANK u, cherry. loves of love to you, too 💜✨

(please excuse that this ask is visually a bit more of a mess. i wrote too much again for tumblr to be chill with my usual formatting. why am i like this.)

TMNT's 40th anniversary ask game!

22.) what is your favorite kind of pizza?

terrible news, everyone: i'm a pro-pineapple bitch. you may block and unfollow me now; i forgive you for being incorrect (/lh). i tend to be pescatarian if i can help it (i'm flexible due to money, and also i hate inconveniencing others especially if i'm a guest), so i prefer pizza without meats. i'm happy to eat any kind of veggie combination with the exception of banana peppers. never liked those for some reason. i also really like mushroom and eggs as pizza toppings. i'm kind of just an egg fiend in general; i love the taste of a well-made egg.

26.) what is one of your favorite pieces of TMNT fan art?

these things keep asking for one, but i'm gonna continue responding with however many i feel like. because it's not my dad. the scarf, by @hamsterandturtlesoup weakness is a sickness and a virtue, by @tatortart various candid illustrations by richard chen vis dev by kellan jett

35.) which character relationships are your favorite to write/draw?

...since we're both OC people, i'm gonna take this as an opportunity to gush about canon and OC relationships: two of my favorite brotps. because they're character relationships i adore writing with all my heart and soul.

mikey, gwyn & ash i mentioned previously that @plantdonutwrites (jenn) writes for mikey in our RPs, so i consulted her for mikey's perspective on this brot3. i will paraphrase her answer in this paragraph:

"all his life, mikey's been used to only having his bros as company; they're family in a way that puts the rest of us to shame. but as they grew older they met all sorts of people, some became an extension of that family. raph has casey or maybe angel when he wants to dip for a bit. don has leatherhead or the professor (bree, too), and leo has usagi even if he's not 'as regular' (and min-ji, too). his brothers have their separate circles of friends, but, against all odds, mikey doesn't seem to have that (at least not until cassia shoved her foot in the loneliness door). then he bonded with gwyn and ash... but then they left. he realized that it wasn't just that they didn't treat him like 'the annoying brother who tags along' but because they'd actually become friends, and they were friends who didn't humor him. they liked the comics he talked about, they love klunk, and they're interested in his art and ideas. it meant a lot to him to have that--to know what it was like--and when they weren't around, he really felt the difference. in an odd way they helped him become a more empathetic person, too."

it's harder to answer in ash's perspective because she has a lot less agency than gwyn and, because gwyn's paranoid/won't let ash out of her own hands much less her line of sight, ash doesn't get a lot of one-on-one time with mikey. she's interacted with him a LOT more than she's interacted with most people--which absofuckinglutely means something--but since she does consider herself 'dead' and is at peace with the possibility she'll be a literal shapeshifting weapon for the rest of her sentience, i think a lot of his meaning to her (right now) is very rooted in what he means for gwyn. THAT being said.

mikey is gwyn's first real friend. like. ever. in all the time she's been alive. very much in the same way that the brothers only had each other for most of their lives, gwyn only ever had ash. her community considered her a parasite and an omen, so she was essentially outcast. gwyn grew up feeling she wasn't wanted, had to earn any love she received, and when ash died and became trapped in the weapon, all that transpired and followed afterward re-enforced that. i haven't talked about darach a lot--deliberately--but know that he's a masterful manipulator in more ways than one. if ch'rell was brute force and intimidation, darach is more like the pot you put a frog in and slowly turn up the heat. you don't realize you're being boiled alive until it's too late. thanks to his influence, gwyn's been tricked, back-stabbed, cornered, and watched people suffer 'because of her' countless times. when i said she was paranoid, i wasn't really being hyperbolic. she has SEVERE trust issues. ...then came mikey. someone who, unknowingly, had already given them a taste of his character.

gwyn and ash had heard of mikey's rematch with kluh during their travels--that the match was made mortal, that mikey had not only won but had spared kluh's life when he had every reason not to. darach wouldn't approach someone like him, they figured. and as time passed, mikey continued to not just be open and kind with them, but again and again he's emphasized to gwyn that they just... CARE. to quote him "we don't keep you guys around for any benefits other than being able to know you". which, in so many ways, is unheard of for gwyn. she still struggles to believe him sometimes, but she trusts him. mikey is her first and best friend, he's someone she admires, and he's proven time and time again that ash isn't the only person capable of loving her, and that she's worthy of that love by just being herself. i had to spend a lot of this answer on exposition because OC, but... i earnestly can't emphasize enough how much mikey's come to mean to gwyn. he asked her not to leave again without them, and she promised she wouldn't. that promise to him has kept her from running away and isolating. even though she's terrified--for herself, for ash, for them--she trusts him. writing them makes me so happy. it's been such a delight to see their relationship evolve and the influences they've had on each other and their worldviews. i love this brot3 so goshdang much.

min-ji & raph min-ji belongs to jenn and, oh my god, i love her relationship with raph so, SO much. when we rp, jenn's obviously writing for min, and i write for raph.

again! consulted jenn! her answer paraphrased below:

"raph's pretty much the first assertive person in her life that had her back early on? her home life is complex; her family DOES love her but sometimes that love can veer controlling and toxic (responsibilities/obligations). raph was a type of personality she'd never been around before, and he cared about her well-being in a way that was unconditional. hanging out with him more helped her become more assertive and in touch with parts of herself she was forced to suppress to be more palatable to her family. she's found that being angry about something that happened to her, or something that was said to her, doesn't make her bad or a burden. raph doesn't expect her to shy away from her flaws or nuances. he lets her be a person."

as for raph's end, it's kind of hard to put into words. but i love that min-ji has become one of the very few people he will allow himself moments of vulnerability around. like. instead of it just happening, he makes the choice to let a wall or six down. they've created a mutual safe space between each other.

i think this has cultivated from a lot of things. min was much more timid when they met--raph even made a bit of a point, initially, to not interact with her so much because she was skittish and on-edge thanks to surrounding events. but through the events of our writing, he's watched her grow in self-confidence, be more open, and allow herself to 'take up' more space. she's also survived two major threats to her life, now, both of which have scarred her physically and emotionally, yet she persists and continues to extend kindness to people who, in his opinion, don't deserve it. but that's HER business (while he makes his feelings known, he stays out of it unless she signals him otherwise). she may not be a fighter in a literal sense, but he sees her as an equal. like, he's still protective of her in dangerous situations since she's not trained to fight--obviously--but... i dunno, i guess it's more like "i've been through shit; you've been through shit; if i say things look bad right now, you won't like it but you also won't give up". he doesn't feel a pull to coddle her if things are looking grim, i guess is what i'm trying to say?; he'll shoot straight with her because he knows she IS a fighter. even if she doesn't fight. does THAT make sense?

like i said, it's hard to put into words. but i think it's a combination of min-ji's emotional strength and kindness as a person, as well as the fact she's not an immediate family member, that make it easier for him to let those barriers down around her and have severely needed moments of vulnerability where he doesn't dismiss pain or fear or anything else he might be feeling. he knows min would never lash out at him, physically, emotionally, or however else. min-ji is kind, and she's strong, and she's safe. he trusts her, values and respects her judgment and input. much in the same way his presence lets her feel like a person, she's extended that grace to him. just in a different way. i love getting to write interactions between them. there's always something warm and comforting in their exchanges, light-hearted or more melancholic. it's nice. the love is very much there.

[jussara-the-wolf-oficial1]

English:

Turbo Ocs info :D

Dazzer/ deanna

Gender: female

Favorite food: lasagna (w/o salt obviously xd)

Family: Donnie/boomerang (little brother) parents doesnt show

Likes/loves: fireworks, her lil bro, f.a.s.t team, races

Hates: cheating on races, Fusion (why? I dont even know-)

First name on her beta design: Mushromey

Number of racer: 33

Fun fact 1: she has an obsesion with fireworks

Fun fact 2: she and her family are russians, but they traveled for accident like stowaways when she was a baby, when they got to Los Angeles the plant they were was set on a pyrotecnic store, there, the child of the storekeeper adopted them, years later, Donnie was born (that is also how Dazzy got her love for fireworks)

Fun fact 3: no one knows why Fuse and her hate eachother, but everytime they see by chance, they insult or hit eachother

Best friends: skidmark and white shadow

Donnie/ boomerang

Gender: male

Favorite food: ???

Family: parents doesn't show, deanna/dazzer

Likes/loves: his family, adventures

Hates: ???

First name on his beta design: Mirzoo (im planning to make another oc)

Fun fact: he at first is shy and likes his own space, but once you know him well you find out that he is just as hyperactive as her big sister, if you dont belive it ask deuce

Fun fact 2: one time he found his sister and a snail (fusion) fighting, but when he approached he asked "is that your boyfriend?", Dazzer and Fuse were obviously disgusted, but she said "no no, just- go play-" and when Don got away they continued fighting

Best friends: Edvard, Baxtor, Singe and Deuce

Ray-z

Gender: male

Favorite food: lettuce with cucumber

Family:???

Likes/loves: astronomy

Hates: his team, his work (he is the medic of f.a.j.i.t.a) his leader, his birthmark on the eye, so, almost everything

Real name: unknown

Fun fact: he wanted to study the stars, but he cant so he became a medic, he hates it

Best friend: surprisively, he has only one a friend! His friend is Charlie

Dakota

Specie: jumping spider

Gender: female

Favorite food: pizza crust

Family: ???

Gf: Hayaku (oc x canon yippee, it was a dare xd)

Likes/loves: her gf, riding skateboards, races

Hates: frogs, toads, chameleons (she has a trauma with them), cheating on skateboards

Fun fact: her first design was a moth

Fun fact 2: you at first can think she comes from North or South Dakota because of her name, but she really is from Kentucky!

Fun fact 3: she wanted to be on the gang of the garden spiders of the tomato garden, but she was excluded, so she lives closer of the city

Fun fact 4: in her free time, she rides skateboard with the other snails on the skateboard park, they arent disturbed of her presence

Fun fact 5: one of the biggest surprises of the town was that the skateboard jumping spider was on a relationship with Hayaku (im still planning on how i can make the story of how they become girlfriends)

Best friends: white shadow, the snails at the skateboard park and thora

(Im not making the info of Kike, Harian and Xuxa because they are my friend's ocs, so she has to make their info)

Español:

Deslumbre (catsellano)/ Dinamita (latino)

Género: femenino

Comida favorita: lasaña (sin sal obviamente xd)

Familia: Donnie/boomerang (hermano menor), los padres no aparecen.

Le gusta/ama: los fuegos artificiales, su hermano pequeño, el equipo f.a.s.t, las carreras.

Odia: hacer trampas en las carreras, Fusion (¿por qué? Ni siquiera lo sé)

Primer nombre en su diseño beta: Mushromey

Número de corredor: 33

Dato curioso 1: tiene una obsesión con los fuegos artificiales.

Dato curioso 2: ella y su familia son rusos, pero viajaron por accidente como polizones cuando ella era una bebe, cuando llegaron a Los Angeles la planta en la que estaban estaba puesta en una tienda pirotécnica, ahí, el hijo del tendero los adoptó, años después, nació Donnie (así también fue como Dina/Deslu obtuvo su amor por los fuegos artificiales)

Dato curioso 3: nadie sabe por qué Fuse y ella se odian, pero cada vez que se ven por casualidad, se insultan o se golpean.

Mejores amigos: Derrapon y Sombra

Donnie/bomerang

Género: masculino

Comida favorita: ???

Familia: los padres no aparecen, deanna/dazzer

Le gusta/ama: su familia, las aventuras.

Odia: ???

Primer nombre en su diseño beta: Mirzoo (estoy planeando hacer otro oc)

Dato curioso: al principio es tímido y le gusta su propio espacio, pero una vez que lo conoces bien, descubres que es tan hiperactivo como su hermana mayor. Si no lo crees, pregúntale a Deuce.

Dato curioso 2: una vez encontró a su hermana y a un caracol (fusión) peleando, pero cuando se acercó preguntó "¿ese es tu novio?", Dinamita y Fuse obviamente estaban disgustados, pero ella dijo "no no, solo- ve a jugar-" y cuando Don se fue continuaron peleando

Mejores amigos: Edvard, Baxtor, Singe y Deuce

Rayos-z

Género: masculino

Comida favorita: lechuga con pepino

Familia:???

Le gusta/ama: la astronomía

Odia: su equipo, su trabajo (es el médico de f.a.j.i.t.a), su líder, su marca de nacimiento en el ojo, así que, casi todo.

Nombre real: desconocido

Dato curioso: quería estudiar las estrellas, pero no puede, así que se convirtió en médico. Lo odia.

Mejor amigo: ¡sorprendentemente, solo tiene un amigo! Su amigo es Charlie.

dakota

Especie: araña saltadora

Género: femenino

Comida favorita: masa de pizza

Familia: ???

Gf: Hayaku (oc x canon ¡yuju!, fue un reto xd)

Le gusta/ama: su novia, andar en patineta, las carreras.

Odia: las ranas, los sapos, los camaleones (tiene un trauma con ellos), hacer trampa en las patinetas.

Dato curioso: su primer diseño fue una polilla.

Dato curioso 2: al principio puedes pensar que viene de Dakota del Norte o del Sur por su nombre, ¡pero en realidad es de Kentucky!

Dato curioso 3: ella quería estar en la pandilla de las arañas del jardín de tomates, pero...Fue excluida, por eso vive más cerca de la ciudad.

Dato curioso 4: en su tiempo libre, anda en patineta con los otros caracoles en el parque de patinetas, a ellos no les molesta su presencia.

Dato curioso 5: una de las mayores sorpresas del la ciudad era que la araña saltadora de patinetas tenía una relación con Hayaku (todavía estoy planeando cómo puedo hacer la historia de cómo se convirtieron en novias)

Mejores amigos: Sombra, los caracoles del parque de patinetas y Thora

(No voy a poner la info de Kike, Harian y Xuxa porque son los ocs de mi amiga, asi que ella tiene que poner su info)

[serendihoope]

Dirty Fantasy|JJK Twoshot

★Summary:You secretly loves your brother's bestfriend who is perfect in all aspects but what if he caught you that you fantasize about him and made a smut journal about him?what will happen afterthat?Will he expose you to the world or will except you as you are?

★Warning:Angst,Fluff,Age gap(5 yrs),smut(not so detailing but yeah will feed your horny ass),Spanking,cursing,oc have wild imagination lol,heartbroken story

★Word count:1.6K

★A/N:Hii pepsss, Sry for the inconvenience.. I was sick last week and Couldn't able to write the oneshot i have promised to publish.Here is the oneshot and give your precious love to this..(I wont tolerate any kind of hate cmnts or annoying childish things).I will upload the next part but if it gets 20+ likes..please show your love:)

"Bro,the way you goaled the  football in goalpost is fucking majestic"." I know Hanjoon".Jungkook smirked."Your photography and video shooting skill is also incredible hanjoon"."I know right.Afterall whose bestfriend I am".

They started to laugh and here my legs are hurting by sitting like this.Well,if its about my crush then i can stare at him in any situation. Wait waittt Hanjoon is coming.I have to go but unfortunately my leg get tripped into the coffe table.

"Ouchhh!,aishhhhh why it need to be done with me!!"

"Y/N why are sitting in the corridor like in a awkward situation?" "I am not sitting in the corridor Hanjoon!I get tripped into the Coffe table. Dont ask questions and help me to get up you asshole". " I am not gonna help you potato.Get up on your own." Hanjoon rolled his eyes. "Whats going on Hanjoon?" As Jungkook said this to Hanjoon then our eyes met.That deep brown doe eyes, I would love to get drown into it."Hey,Y/N are you okay".You snapped back into the reality and hesitantly said"I-I am fine Jungkook".You tried to get up but your legs get slipped again and this time fortunately Jungkook's veiny muscle hand securely catched your waist."Cool down sweetheart." Your heart get fluttered by this mere nickname. "You guys done huh?Jungkook lets go living room.Mom is making delicious cakes.Do you want to join us Y/N or you are gonna study in your room nerdy". Y/N angrily pushed her glasses to the lower bridge of her nose," No.You can eat all of those cakes,You asshole".and you hurried to your bedroom.

His veiny muscular hands i can still feel it on my waist,the way he had hold me in his embracee.OH NO I WILL DIE OUT OF DELICACY!!! His that three words and that doe eyes.Ethereal.How his eyes will look towards me when he will fuck me the shit out of me,how his mouth will work on my lips,necks and my cunt...

As i was deep in my thought and suddenly a message popped in my phone screen.Who is gonna message me.I take my phone and see the notification and my heartbeat increased.Jungkook messaged me!?

Jungkook:

Do you get hurt in the legs?]

Do you have take medicine?]

Are you sleeping sweetie?]

Me:

Umm.. I am fine jungkook.it just get a little sprinting. You dont have to worry^.^

I was preparing the bed to go to sleep.]

Jungkook:

What if i say that i would love to worry about you sweetie?:)]

Me:

Arghhhhh!Dont make me flustered Jungkookkkk!!!]

Jungkook:

You can be flustered huh?:>]

You seem really talkative in chat then why dont you talk in real life?]

Me:

Its just that no one talks with me,approches to me.I get used to this things so if anyone talk with me..my reaction is like-oh wow someone is trying to talk with me then why i will be shut my mouth but i cant really talk in real life..hehe.. I am trying:)

Anyways change the topic.. ]

Jungkook:

Umm okk..then lets meet tomorrow after college at college gym..ok?]

Me:

Umm whyy??you can tell now.]

Jungkook :

No whyss.I will tell tomorrow. Now sleep.Goodnight sweetheart :3]

Me:

Um..goodnight Jungkook.. Sleep tight:>]

College Gym-

Jungkook was practicing football and then i entered the gym.Jungkook noticed me and said,"Glad,you came.I thought you will ditch me." "Nah,actually Mr.choi have called to me.thats why i came here a bit late.Sorry for that." "Ok ok..so i called you for a reason.that is, you are participating in the dance competition right?" "Um..yes..everyone is participating and its also a part of cultural assignment. But why are you asking?" "Do you have select who will you dance with?As far as i know for this competition you have to pair with your senior,right?" Y/N nodded. "So i was thinking that what about we both pair up?" "Are you pitying upon me?cause no one is pairing with me?" Y/N sadly chuckled."So you are rejcting me Han Y/N?" Y/N gulped,how could she reject her crush?who is willingly want to pair with you?Come one Y/N dont listen your foolish guts.Her guts are saying to reject his proposal cause simply he is pitying her cause no one want to dance with such a not so pretty nerd and also she hate when people pity over her but is Jungkook really pitying Over her or trying to be friends with her,helping her,communicate with her?So many questions are lingering in her head but suddenly Jungkook said,"So,I will take this silence as a yes."

Y/N gulped the heavy lump in her thorat you titled her head as a yes.

"So lets start it.our song will be You and Me and our dance will be like that mv but we wilk give our own chemistry,own spice okay?"

Yn nodded her head and started to think that the last part of the dance would be like as the mv..oh myyy..me and Jungkook will dance this much close? "Y/N what are you thinking?" Y/N titled her head as a no.

"Yeah,like that.we have to do this so smoothly that people will get crazy and judges will be shocked.You dont have to stiff your hand.Be relax Y/N.Move your waist sidewards to match with me.Understand?"

I nodded to his word and said "Thanks for pairing with me". Jungkook smiled and his bunny teeth get showed.

Awww,hisss smileeee.

It was my dream that i will listen my favourite song with my crush,Jungkook.

" Your music taste is amazing,I love how artistry your music taste is!".I cheekily smiled and thanked him.Suddenly, in front of me a kid was trying to cross the road but there a motorcycle is coming towards her with full speed.OH MY! I have to save her.I abandoned Jungkook and quickly run towards her and throw my arms around her body and I take her away from the road.We both fall down on the footpath."Y/N!are you okay?" "I am okay Jungkook, binnie are you okay?Are you hurt somewhere?Its risky to cross the road like this.Where are your mom binnie?" "I am okay unnie.I am sorry.Actually, I have came to the shop to buy chocolate but ended u-

" Ok, ok you dont have to explain me.I will reach you to your mom.Your mom is worrying about you right"

The child nodded and they reached her to her mother.

"You are really kind Y/N". Y/N blushed and thanked him.Jungkook notice a cut in her hand, " Wait,there is a cut in your hand.It need to be cleaned nir it will get infected.I have spare bandages. Lets sit in that bench." As Jungkook is cleaning her hand,Y/N admiringly looked at him and thought how caring he is."Ah,finished." "Thank you Jungkook." Jungkook squished her cheeks and said,"You dont have to thank me sweetheart and you know what your cheeks are reallyy squishyyy,awwwww." Jungkook cooed at her and Y/N giggled.

Its normal that Jungkook is angry because for the first time he got defeated by his enemies in football.He is trying to calm his angerness in front of me but i am unintentionally fuelling his anger by doing wrong dance steps.

" Its not like this Y/N,dont you practice by own after our practice?" "I do but -

" Oh,here you are Y/N.I was searching you in the whole campus.Mr.choi wants to meet you." Irene said."Right now?" Irene nodded.You looked at Jungkook who also gives you permission to go.As you are going suddenly Jungkook called you from behind,"Y/N!Where is the props?" "Its in my bag,I also brought your one." Jungkook nodded and went again to the GYM.

"Ahhh,he can tell me this later.It was about the upcoming olym-

"WHAT IS THIS Y/N!?" Jungkook angrily shouted.The sudden shout made Y/N flinched and what made her eyes go wide was Jungkook is holding your journal book that is your secret smut journal Where you wrote your erotic,emotional thought about Jungkook."I-I, Jungkook-

"What Jungkook Y/N!what the actual fuck you wrote about mee.Shame on you!You are also one of those girls who are dick suckers right?" Y/N is bawling her eyes out and denying his every word."You want me to kiss you hard and teach you a lesson right than here your lesson-

In a swift of a moment he smashed his lips over her,kissing her messily but there are no love,no softness,no caring Only Rage. He is kissing her hard thats why she felt her own blood in her lips. Afterwards,he finally break the kiss and look at her with disgust.He hold her hand and take her to the mirror.Her back is tightly glued to his build up chest and her hand is tightly tugged behind her back,which make her hiss.She cant utter a single word because of his actions,she is totally shocked."I bet you are a virgin right and you want to lose your virginity to me that you can say it to other people that you lose your virginity to me. Nah?If you really want to lose your virginity go to the sex club and lose your virginity to those hungry men who are waiting for you.I dont fuck virgin pussy.Got it?".Thats way he left you in devastated state.

A week have passed but his words are still glued in your head.You two didnt approached each other nor do the dance practice together.It still feels like he is not sorry about his harsh words.

You have made a big decision that you will lose your virginity and it will be in sex club.

You are standing in front of the biggest sex club that is located behind a sea beach, there is many cars in parking slot like Lamborghini, Mercedes.

[booradigm]

Y'know one of the reasons I decided to write is because I hated the current state of Fiction so much (All kinds of shitty tropes) that I decided to write stuff just so I can make a difference, it's pretty self served but anyone can check it out

The biggest example is The Scarlett Princess, I still haven't made a main storyline book about it yet but I wrote a bunch of short stories relating to the worldbuilding since this story isn't entirely about Wanri, the titular The Scarlett Princess, but long histories of Empires, kingdoms and countries on one continent

Wanri herself is the main character but that doesn't mean other characters don't have their own stories and personalities, I can say my best attempt at writing a true villain and trope reversal is Wanri's Father, Aiden, he was the stereotypical Crown Prince before he was the Emperor, I don't sugarcoat his character at all: He's selfish, evil, cruel, he's not even being a hypocrite about it, he knows he's a tyrant and he's proud of that fact

There's nothing to be misunderstood about Aiden because he doesn't have any misunderstanding: He was born with the gold crown on his head, Crown Prince, his siblings can't replace the fact that he'll be Crown Prince, his parents love him and no cheating bullshit with his Parents. He was powerful and privileged and not once did he think of himself as "lacking" because he didn't lack anything, sure he might have some thoughts that he's wrong in any way but he kinda just doesn't give a shit, the man got it all, that's why he's shamelessly terrible, bro forced his wife to marry him out of obsessive love and have children just so she won't leave him, not because it's his job as the Emperor to make heirs, he didn't care about his children one bit, even Wanri at a young age realized that her Dad didn't care about her wellbeing and he only had her and her brother so their Mom wouldn't try to leave in any way

THIS is why I hate shitty dads in Manhwhas cuz they're always the victims even though these assholes didn't care much about another human's life, why should they care about their children and somehow I should feel sorry and swoon over them? Bullshit

That's why I make Aiden someone who's stereotypical but also not at all, his behaviors and personality is proof of his upbringing and it's hard to blame his Parents much since they did love him fully but overall how he turned out eventually everything is his own fault

Hope you don't mind this OC yapping, I originally made this story in my immature Manhwa phase so it might have some biased shits in it but yeah I'm tryna polish it more

Yeah, I get the whole cliche tropes thing, they can get boring to read about. I'm not that much of a writer, but it's cool you're doing it, bernkastell11. Those kinds of things take a lot of creativity and building from scratch.

The Scarlett Princess sounds interesting. The most complex stories would be the ones with characters treated with the same importance as MC, with their own lives, like you said.

Wanri’s father Aiden sound more like a villain to be found in reality, making him more believable, since people like that who are given all are AWARE of it (usually) and take advantage of it regardless of consequences and without remorse. Why would they care? They can AFFORD to keep doing it, so they WILL.

He's really similar to people who abuse their power and privilege without taking accountability.

Claude from WMMAP is an example of those abusive fathers you mentioned, who are - yes - usually cast as 'tragic' figures. Real 'woe-is-me' types of characters whose former abuse are usually presented as justification by either their fans or the author who wrote it.

I'm not against villains being someone people can sympathize with, in general, but it's so often a cheap way to 'solve' family issues and let them off the hook with NO consequences whatsoever that makes most authors of it look lazy or just plain ignorant with how much bad a person like that can affect those around them EVEN IF they turn to better people.

"Oh, I know I killed you in your last life, but you see, your birth killed my wife, so I took it out on you, but now I'm over that, so I'll treat you like my daughter now" types of shit.

It's fine that works can be immature or have bias since that shows as a reflection of yourself as a writer. This can even work well if it's done in POV of the character.

And don't worry, I liked reading about it, so thanks for sharing, bernkastel11!

[gethooked]

Here's my thoughts from tonight's dynamite

Hook vs Samoa Joe main event, ok I'm totally not nervous at all. This video package feels like it's a ppv. Ok but Hook's voice 😍 he needs to talk more. His slow walk oml.

Christian Cage vs Dustin Rhodes where did this match come from. I hate how Christian walks and I don't know why. Nick Wayne though 😍. Dustin's theme reminds of his Goldust theme. I honestly think Christian is going to win. Christian got yeeted over those steps oml. I feel like Dustin has been wrestling for 100 years, but I might actually cry when he retires. Hopefully he has a match for his retirement match. Not Nick trying to cheat. Yes Dustin, yambag jones, yambag city like Taz said. Dustin beat Nick's ass. Yess, get Nick out of here. (I love you Nick) Christian taking Adam's move 🫨 what did I say Christian was gonna win.

Who's house? Swerve's house! The way Swerve laughs is so weird to me. Renee looks sooooo pretty tonight. Did Swerve quote Harry Styles or am I going insane. Swerve's house!

Just looking at S🤮mmy passes me off. From what I've heard about Jericho recently I don't like him. A pizza cutter? Maybe he will cut your hair. Sydallllll!!!! Sydal beat Jericho before? Never knew that. At least we get to see Sydal.

Orange Cassidy and Trent with Chuck say whatttt... since when was he back. Hopefully OC and Trent win. Oh wait Penta and Komander... this match is gonna be a banger. Trust me I know bangers. Cero Miedo! I love that Rey's back too. Classic OC. I think my dogs like wrestling because whenever wrestling is on they have to wrestle to. They even do their own promos. Ok sorry back to the actual match. I hate picture in picture I get distracted by the commercials. So far I've been right about the winnings for 2 matches. Let's see how many more I can get. Bruh the undisputed kingdom can suck a fat one. Roddy shut the fuck up. Why are YOU trying to tell him what to do. Belongs to you? Bitch what? I agree with the other fans. OC another match?

Hangman you look different, did you dye your hair? Grow a mustache? Again Renee is sooo pretty. He doesn't think about Swerve? Yeah right. Hangman never threaten HOOK like that again.

This might make me cry. Rip Jay. Rest in Heaven. Poor Mark, he already looks emotional. #DemBoys period girl!! Good for you! The love Mark has for his niece is so cute. Now I'm gonna cry for real. The fact that Jay was a family man breaks my heart.

The bucks? What the hell happened to their faces. Nicholas and Matthew is crazyyyyy. Hypothetical he's using that word to much fr. Stiiiiiiiinnnnngggggggg. #changetheworld the shade towards cm punk is my favorite thing. Sweetheart is crazy.

Bullet club gold. Honestly I only like Jay. Mogul embassy? This match is gonna go crazy. I loveee Prince Nana. I think Toa missed. BCG won, knew that was gonna happen. We love Bowens btw. Scissor me Daddy Ass.

Wardlow? Adam Cole? Get off my screen sellouts.

Toni on commentary? Oml i love her but her gimmick gets irritating after awhile in my opinion. Deonna vs Anna? Deonna has to win. If I see anyone make comments about Deonna I will personally beat you the fuck up. What does virtuosa even mean? Yes Deonna as you should. Toni's faces are sooo funny bro. Poor Luther. Right in the what? Poor Taz. They must have been watching a telenovela. (I'm mexican I can make that joke)

Top Flight vs Private Party? I want Top Flight to win, butttt I think PP is going to win since Marq Quen is back. Idk I just hope both teams have fun. I loveeee PP's theme. Aww he gave away his durag. Same thing with TF's theme. I've been loving Darius' hair braided. What did Taz call them? I love when Zay does that little scream. Wasn't Darius on the ropes? Andretti? We love him too.

Hook vs Joe? Bae's gotta win this. Come on Hook. Hook looks so majestic. I'm gonna cry my poor Hookie. Joe you didn't have to actually have to kill him.

[fox-daddy]

Maybe I should stop watching memes but;

My Tav oc aka Kyle: wooden poles are just trees that got cleaned up and got a job

Wyll:No. No, we are not going through this today.

Kyle: people who say gold can't buy friendship aren't considering you can buy a dog

Gale: or I could just have you for free

Kyle: gravity is creepy when you realize you're not walking around on a surface you're being pulled into a burning core of magma

Astarion: there's got to be something wrong with you, there's no way you’re just like that normally.

Kyle taking it as permission to continue: if you use a copper piece as a book mark it's cheaper than buying an actual bookmark

Astarion: hey Kyle, guess what? I hate you

Kyle: a marriage proposal is one knee away from begging

Shadowheart:...

Kyle: the real question is for what?

Shadowheart: no, no, bad Kyle *water spray bottle used for Srach and the owlbear*

Kyle;hisses*

Kyle; hockey is a lot more intresting if you pretend everyone's fighting for the last oreo

Wyll: you must be a joy at hockey games

Kyle: corrupt guards are just undercover criminals

Scrach:???

Kyle: being a healer is like being an tinkerer except you have to fix the item while it's still running

Astarion: get out, your banned from camp until you stop, get out

Kyle: isn't it crazy how you close both eyes you see black but you close one eye and you see nothing at all?

Astarion: borrowing the spray bottle*

Kyle: already hissing and running away from Astarion*

~~~

Astarion: hey bro, what do you want to eat?

The dark urge: the souls of the innocent*

Hunter: a bagel

The dark urge:NOOOOOO!*

Hunter: two bagels

~~~

Kyle: I love you have a cupcake

Gale: ^///^

Kyle: I like you have a cupcake

Wyll: thanks?

Kyle: ehhhhhhh-

Astarion: glare*

Kyle: I like you have a cupcake

Shadowheart: laughing at Astarion while accepting it*

~~~

Kyle: sigh*

Karlach: whats the problem?

Kyle: maths

Karlach: I can help with that *takes the sheet* here's an easy one what's six times three?

Kyle: shrug*

Karlach: six times three

Kyle: I don't know

Karlach: six times three!

Kyle: I don't-

Karlach: SIX TIMES THREE!

Kyle: I LEGIT DON'T KNOW!

Karlach:SIX TIMES THREE!

Kyle: I DON'T KNOW, WHAT IS IT?!

Karlach: what is it?

Karlach:...

Karlach: get Astarion

Kyle: why?

Karlach: ASTARION!

Astarion: what is it?

Karlach: maths *hands the sheet to Astarion*

Astarion: what's six times three?

Kyle: I don't know!

Astarion: SIX TIMES THREE!

Kyle: I DON'T KNOW!

Astarion: what's six plus six?

Kyle: Oh, twelve

Astarion: NOW ADD SIX!

Kyle: I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS IT?!

Astarion: WHAT IS IT?!

Astarion:...

Astarion: get Gale

Kyle: wha-?

Astarion: GALE!!!

Gale: WHAT?!

Astarion; maths

Gale: takes the paper* I taught you this, what's six times three?

Kyle: I DON'T KNOW!

Gale: look if Lae'zel has six times three weapons how many weapons does Lae'zel have?

Kyle: wait, why does Lae'zel have so many weapons?!

Lae'zel: mind your own business!

Gale: are you done? So you know if she gave you six weapons she would have twelve so-

Lae'zel: SIX?! I'm not even giving him a single dagger!

Gale: I was talking hypertheoretical!

Lae'zel: I don't care what you we're talking in he isn't getting anything from me!

Gale: great job everyone, this was a disaster from start to finish

~~~

Kyle trying not to laugh: sup

Gale: sup?

Kyle: I only know twenty-five letters of the alphabet

Gale already regretting his life choices: how come?

Kyle: I don't know, Y

Gale: Kyle-

Kyle: laughing*

Gale: that was the worst one yet

Kyle:dying of laughter*

[moriartyluver]

OMG MOTHER YOU ARE FEEDING US THIS WEEK

FIRST OF ALL

NEW FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER??? HELLO I WAS KICKING MY FEET AND HIGGLING THE ENTIRE TIME

fl is so really for those thoughts about Liam icl. If I slept with a man that fine I’d never stop thinking about it 😭 The way Jack was treating her like a daughter in law 🤭🤭

DONT GET ME STARTED ON LIAM RESPECTFULLY CHECKING OUT FL. IK THIS IS FROM FLS PERSPECTIVE MOSTLY BUT IF WE GOT LIAMS PERSPECTIVE, ISTG HE WOULD JUST BE THINKING ABT HER NON STOP

liam choking on the tea in the bonus 💀 I love how you didn’t use the usuals gender stereotypes of a virgin woman with a man who’s fucked half the female population. I think it makes a lot of sense for Liam and fls dynamic too (+ I livvvveee for subby liam 😩)

ANYWAYS

The band au 🤭 I’m so excited for more chapters omg

the way I called it Are you mine? Had me SCREAMING

i love AM and the references were just too good. Most fics never get pop culture references good but I think you did amazing. I’m gonna binge pistols today solely because of the sex pistols reference and also so I can theorise on what will happen.

the band is so cool too 😭 (name) is actually the embodiment of arabella and Brooklyn baby. She isn’t a rockstar’s gf she is a ROCKSTAR GF and she is hilarious. If she was a real artist I’d absolutely adore her and go to every concert fr

The bit about her parents was so sad but really well written at the same time 😕 like you can tell they care about her and want her to have a good career but they still obviously were in the wrong, especially her father not owning up to his mistake. It reminded me of Lane’s mother in Gilmore girls finding all of Lane’s stuff and kicking her out (please don’t do that to y/n my heart wouldn’t be able to take it)

omg that bit about her meeting liam 😭 it was too too funny. Bro was probably star struck but I love how they’re similar even though you’d expect them to be complete opposites

I’ve been rambling too much now but I’m really proud of you for how well you seem to be managing both writing and college too.

-🦢 anon (aka ur biggest fan)

OMG HI AGAIN

Liams perspective may be coming soon 👀

It’s so hard to write his perspective tho icl. Like what is bro thinking.

Also yes u have no idea how much I hate opening up an mtp fic and then all of a sudden it’s just casual misogyny and gender roles EVERYWHERE like Ik it was normal at the time but surely liam of all people wouldn’t be contributing to it??

The mtp band au is everything to me rn. It’s my baby. I think of it all the time. I just loooove how creative I can be with it

PLEASE WATCH PISTOLS. ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD. THE CINEMATOGRAPHY, THE PLOT, THE SOUNDTRACK, THE CHARACTERS ITS ALL JUST *chefs kiss*

I was actually so tempted to call the fic ‘arabella’ but it felt wrong and restricting because it’s a whole ass name of that makes sense?? I didn’t want people to click on it and think it was gonna be about an oc or something I might add a few arabella references tho 🤭

I was low-key inspired by Lane’s backstory. Like the bit about her trying to find herself except she won’t end up with a Zack because I hated that mf

Also thank you sm 🫶🏼 it really means a lot. It’s pretty tough doing updates but I still want to interact with people on tumblr if that makes sense but I also have to prioritise college too 😕

And dw I don’t mind rambles. Please feel free to send almost anything to my inbox, I really don’t mind <3

[dragonbard-bastard]

Another day another slay! Posting this late, and with Tumblr fucking me over :)

Started off today by heading to Grymforge! We pushed a Duegar off a boat (admittedly for my own personal enjoyment + extra XP, Soph would never) and sailed into the old fortress.

Sophronius was very unhappy about the fact they kept slaves and the attitudes of the Duegar they met first. So, they're not in the picture anymore. He was also not at all thrilled when he saw a massive amount of bodies piled up and the Duegar pushing them into the water. He dealt with them and proceeded to remove the bodies and give them a proper sort of shrine to remember them. It doesn't look that great I worked with what I had lmao

Talked to Stonemason Kith, have I said I love Stonemason Kith?

We got the Adamantine Forge working and killed the guardian in only a few turns using the crucible! We made the Adamantine Splint Armor for Lae'zel and the Shield for Shadowheart. With Sophronius wearing the helmet from the Guardian, those three cannot be crit'd against!! The dice hate me so this is great news.

We also walked by the Lava Elemental and it was surprisingly chill? Bro had no issue despite totally seeing us. Anyways we grabbed the Adamantine Chest and sent it to camp for Astarion to unlock later (he's been in camp all of Grymforge, you know why). In the box was the Amulet with the giggly monk and now Soph is wearing it

We teamed up with the rebels to kill Nere and of course Tactician has to make the Scrying Eye basically immune to every single damage type except thunder so that was a HUGE pain. Ended up luring the eye to the right where that chasm is and throwing it off. Some guy got mad but he didn't move or attack, he didn't take his turn at all and spent a minute doing nothing until he was dead.

I love Soph so much, these options fuck hard.

Anyways the bug where none of the enemies move or take actions happened in this fight too with some of the allied Duegar also feeling the glitch- it was annoying, boring, and long because it took a minute for each enemy's turn to be forcefully stopped. We didn't lose any health though I guess.

The gnomes were free!!! Soph demanded Brithvar let them go, and after watching him turn Nere into a was he got the idea. Took Nere's head and went back to the Myconid colony, where we delivered it to Spaw. Then we went back to Grymforge and up the elevator, into Act 2.

Traveling through the topside of the Sharran temple, one of the Moonrise Towers we got to the Shadowcursed lands. Immediately Shadowheart was like "OMG the curse doesn't affect me!!! Shar loves me!!!" I know it's not because she had the Blood of Lathander but I like to imagine she thinks it's Shar and it's literally just cuz she has a light source. from, you know, the morninglord.

Anyways we help the Harper's fight off the shadows and I was sad because Yonas purty but now Yonas dead :( After heading to Last Light we talk to Jaheira, she does her whole vine bit, and Mol comes to our rescue. We have a glass of wine w her and detect the truth shit but drink it anyways. Soph doesn't have anything to hide.

We talked to Isobel, got the blessing, and helped fend off the Winged Horrors and I don't think there were any casualties, and Isobel was alright. We also got Karlach's engine 'fixed', enough so I could give her a big ol' hug.

I took a few long rests in quick succession in the hopes of getting my scene with Wyll but no fucking Durge and Dream Visitor shit is overriding it. Also got one of Gale's scenes.

The dream visitor said some shit I don't remember, but the butler guy showed up and was like you gotta kill Isobel and I'm not doing that so. Fuck off. Then that's where I left off.

A few notes about Soph being a Durge by the way: Since Soph is an OC the Durge storyline isn't totally 1:1. This run is supposed to be an AU basically, but basically his real story is basically "has been mind controlled by an evil cultist to kill hundreds of people." The parallels of killing in his sleep are the main reason I made him Durge. Also I needed to do a durge run. Another idea I had was if the Urge made me break my oath I would essentially switch over to doing an evil run? Where I'd give into the urges, because of a few lore reasons. When Soph gets mind controlled it leaves a sort of remnant of the magic in his head and it also turns his eyes all black and spooky and he's very easy to manipulate after that especially.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

A bad feeling about the place? What the fuck does that mean? It’s just a beach, what could possibly go wrong there?

Waiting for bro to pull the "My girlfriend died there" card here again like he did with the baby thing 😭

Still, you hesitate. You didn’t think that anything could go wrong by being friends with Taehyun either and that Beomgyu was being overly jealous and paranoid but here you are. Maybe if you go there you'll fucking drown or something crazy like that.

No girl he's afraid he's going to drown.. in something else..past memories

But you really wanted to visit that place. Maybe you should go when he's at work…

Yes yes yees yesss please go 😁

God, you hate hearing that false word fall out of his mouth. You're pretty sure Beomgyu has never been sorry for anything in his life.

Beomgyu is like a cat with more than nine lives, and I can assure you he has never felt sorry for anything he did. 

As I'm seeing OC roast him so badly in moments like these, I feel like there's some hope she won't be very tolerant of him once she finds out the truth, but I guess we'll see once I finish reading this chapter. I love the chapter so far 😭each detail is so perfect. Thank you for this, Mort ❤

"Gods?” You laugh. That’s new. “I'm your only god, baby.”

“Yeah… only you.”

THIS.

I really think that he does not even see the gods as what they are. He doesn't even care about their judgment as long as he has her. Like, it kind of feels like he only sees her as his god.

“No!” It feels strange defending something that a possibly fictional, possibly real version of you may have done because she's not you!--or is she? You didn’t leave him but you did. You don’t have to answer for her crimes but you feel compelled to try to anyway. “I thought I was saving you.”

But that just makes him angry, his fury so deep it couldn’t possibly have just been born today. It feels ancient, the edge of it sharpening over centuries. “Don't lie. That's not why you left.”

both of them are right but hate how none of them try to understand each other

“And the right choice is you?” You ask and he scoffs, looking affronted by the mere idea of there being a question about it. “It clearly isn't him. After all he's done to you. He imprisoned you. He raped you… He killed you.”

Very valid points were made here. As much as I want them to be together, I just can't see it happening logically. Maybe he can't either, that's why he says this in the fight next.

To your surprise, it is not Beomgyu but Taehyun who speaks up, his voice so uncharacteristically weak coming out of his almost crushed windpipe. “Let him kill me. Maybe then I'll be rid of you.”

The coldness in his voice freezes the air in your lungs, forming jagged icicles that tear you apart from the inside. 

“You've made a fool of me too many times before. I will not live out another life as a fool. Free me of you.”

This is the closest happy ending we could've gotten, so I'll just take it. 

This fight scene was so well constructed, I can really see the effort put into it.

I guess he finally made up his mind now; it's so fitting for his character. I love this.

He rolls his eyes, standing up and pulling you flush against his body. “He’ll live. Might take some time to recover, or better yet he’ll be dumber for it, but he’ll live just like you wanted. Now forget about him and just focus on me.” He grabs your chin and turns your gaze away from the unconscious Taehyun and towards his own face. “You have to hold up your end of the bargain now princess or you'll pay with his life.” 

That was so cruel, Gyu.

But I feel like he'll live, he has to. What else can an avoidant do?

It will take some time, but I hope he gets well from everything. ' This avoidant life is so lonely, man.

-👺

ohhh he should have. but he can't use the same cards too much

well if i continue after this ending she'd be visiting the old palace and if i do the tyun ending then she'd be going to the castle

unfortunately he gets her anyway. once again it's taehyun's life on the line that does her in.

gyu definitely does not give a shit about anything except oc. he hates the gods for separating her from him and he would literally kill them and bring the world to its knees if it meant he could keep her

yeah like oc did always consciously or unconsciously choose gyu but she also was very pressured into it even if tyun doesn't want to admit it

he won't move on from this unfortunately. he'll bring hell down on them for it.