#like. she’s stuck being more of a tomboy as a form of protection already

[girlishwhimsies]

walk with me. drag king ace.

[adarlingwrites]

Absolution

Summary:

noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who's willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.

I

September 5, 2277.

That night was the night I learned her name.

Business was slow, with only a few customers dragging their feet in. Patchwork stumbles in and tries to get yet another drink. Ahzrukhal wasn’t amused in the slightest, not at all. Patchwork’s tab already exceeded what he deemed acceptable. So, he turned to me.

“Charon?”

“Yes.”

“Teach our friend Patchwork here a lesson.”

“As you command.”

The poor bastard tried to backpedal away when I advanced on him and grabbed him by the collar. I dragged him out the door, and without warning, threw him over the balcony. The ghouls beneath steered clear, knowing better than to intervene. As I went down the stairs to torment him further, he tried screaming for help, but nobody came. This is our normal.

As I walked over to break his fingers, a shout rang from Tulip’s shop. The voice isn’t a ghoul’s.

“Whoa, what the hell?!”

It’s Vaultie, holding a baseball bat and running towards us. The kid had stuck a few bits of armor over that stupid bright blue jumpsuit and a rusty assault rifle lie holstered on her back. She still hasn't discarded the bright red cap, though, and her dark hair was tied in a loose bun. Still a combat hazard.

“Smoothskin,” Tulip rasps, running after her. “Don’t. It’s better you stay out of it.”

She whirls to the ghoulette. “Why would I? You’re telling me you guys just let people get beaten up in the open around here?”

“Keep your voice down, Percy,” Tulip warns, placing a rotting hand on Vaultie’s forearm, and Vaultie didn’t flinch when the ghoulette touched her.

So, her name is Percy. Sounds right for a rough little tomboy like her, but I have no reason to say that out loud. I stayed silent.

“Charon doesn’t act on his own accord. He’s under Ahzrukhal’s orders.”

The kid brushes Tulip off, but the action is without malice or disgust. I was in the middle of pulling Patchwork’s middle finger off when she barged over. “Hey. What did he do to deserve that?”

“Not your business,” I grunted, dropping the finger to the ground. “Talk to Ahzrukhal.”

“Hhhrkn- I asked for ‘nother drink but I forgot I didn’t pay my tab,” Patchwork gurgles, limply hanging as my free hand held his arm up.

“All that for a bar tab?” Percy remarks, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the bat harder. “How much does he owe?”

“Ask Ahzrukhal.”

That bleeding heart of hers will get her killed one day, but I felt some relief as she ran up the stairs and into the Ninth Circle. I stopped beating up the sorry drunk and hauled him back up to the bar. Inside, Percy had her palms pressed against the bartop. Ahzrukhal has a smug look plastered on his face as he counts caps.

“Well ma’am, it’s certainly enough to cover Patchwork’s tab here, yes.”

Vaultie turns her back from the bastard and looks at Patchwork, then to me. “You heard him. I’ll take him to Doc Barrows.”

“Oh, and Charon?” Ahzrukhal rasped with that grin that I wanted to punch off of his damn face.

“Yes?”

“Give Patchwork a parting jab.”

"Very well."

I can’t disobey. My fist connected with the drunk’s face and the only satisfaction I can get out of it is from imagining it was Ahzrukhal’s. Percy, quick on her feet, caught him before his body could hit the floor, setting him on one of the chairs.

“You’re quite an ass, Mister Ahzrukhal, you know that?” The glare she was giving him made my fingers itch for my shotgun out of reflex. Ahzrukhal is my contract holder, so if Vaultie here rips his throat out with her teeth like the provoked animal that she looked like at the moment, I’d be forced to shoot her down.

“Miss, let me make some things clear here,” Ahzrukhal starts, holding a shiny cap against the light. “This is my bar, and I will do as I please to keep my establishment free from riffraff. Patchwork here is one of them, and I will utilize Charon if necessary to remind him that I do not tolerate such things. Perhaps this will serve as a lesson the next time he tries to drink without pay.”

The vaultie only scoffed in response and hauled the bleeding ghoul to his feet and supported him with one shoulder. How she could not gag after breathing in the combined smell of rot, blood, and alcohol from Patchwork is beyond me.

“Utilize? You make him sound like a… like a machine,” she mutters in disbelief. She doesn’t even flinch when Patchwork bleeds on her relatively clean jumpsuit; her eyes were trained on my employer.

“We are not having this conversation about Charon again, Miss.”

“Whatever. You’ll have your day of reckoning.”

Those words sounded like fucking music to my ears. Yes, he will, I thought to myself. Vaultie has guts, I’ll give her that.

It almost makes me want to like her.

As she left, I returned to my usual corner. “Feisty girl,” Ahzrukhal pipes up as he neatly lines up his caps in the cash register. “You know, Charon, that girl has been rooting around for information on how to obtain your contract.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t feel the need to.

September 14, 2277.

Within the span of two weeks, Percy is becoming a regular sight in Underworld. I heard the patrons talking about how she would come to trade with Tulip with the items she scavenged from the Wasteland. How she can find all those supplies is a mystery. Maybe she’s just born lucky. At night, she spends an hour in the Ninth Circle despite her dislike for Ahzrukhal, smiles and waves at me as she leaves, but I don’t acknowledge her, and the little frown she makes when I ignore her tells me about her dismay.

Tonight, she walks in the Ninth Circle with new gear and a bag of caps. She finally got rid of that ridiculous blue jumpsuit and the red cap, switching to a dark, form-fitting armor. I can’t put my finger on it, but my brain itches further the more I look at her. Then I see it, the red star behind her nape against the black.

It stirs something in my decrepit mind.

Gunfire, smoke, powder. Snow. A foreign language I can’t understand-

A bark from Ahzrukhal snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Charon. Get your thumb of out your ass. I said, accompany Miss 101 out of Underworld.”

Percy is bristling at him, glasses sliding to the tip of her nose. “You said a thousand caps, you rat bastard.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, Charon’s contract is far more valuable to me than a thousand caps. Unless, you want to reconsider the offer I gave you previously?” the fucker rasped, mockery dripping from his voice.

“Screw you,” Percy spits at him, gathering her caps. She walks away, shoulders tense as I follow her out of the bar.

“No need to throw me over the balcony, big guy. I’m going,” she snaps at me. Big guy. That was the first time she used that nickname.

With her back turned on me, I follow the curve of her spine down to her legs with my eyes and regret doing so. The previous itch I had in my brain when I see her armor-clad body is replaced with something more primal. Fuck, how old is this kid? If there was any doubt on whether I was going to burn in hell, it’s gone.

Then, the conditioning kicks in, and I tear my eyes away from her. No time for thinking. No time for imagining. Follow your orders.

Flailing and cursing when I carried her over my shoulder, she uselessly beat my back with her fists as I started carrying her out of the city. The onlookers knew better than to get involved, as usual. Ironic, how she intervened on behalf the well-being of one of Underworld’s citizens, yet they didn’t grant her the same courtesy. Later, I’d learn that this is just the beginning of her tendency to get into one-sided dealings, where everyone else just takes from her.

“Hey! Get your hands off me, my legs still fucking work,” she growls, trying to break free from my grip.

“Can’t you hear me?” she asks again as we are halfway through the concourse. “Oh, right. Ahzrukhal doesn’t like you talking to us strangers. Figures.” She stopped beating my back and just pressed her elbow against my shoulder and propped her face up with her hand. From an outsider’s point of view, we probably looked amusing.

Willow, the city sentry, lets out a tut when I tossed Percy out the door like a ragdoll, and she landed on her ass.

“Pissed Ahzrukhal off, tourist?”

“Yep. I’ll be back,” Percy hisses, rubbing the sore spot on her body. Again, I regret looking. I should’ve just slammed the door right there. “I just need another thousand freakin’ caps.”

“Good luck with that,” Willow chuckles, and resumes her patrol.

With Vaultie gone, the usual peace and quiet came back, save for the crackle of the radio on Ahzrukhal’s bartop. The usual music ends, and a news broadcast comes in.

“Men and ladies, boys and girls, prepare to be astounded, bedazzled, and otherwise stupefied! I am Three Dog, your master of ceremonies! Seems we've got - dadadadada - a bit of news, Just listen to this!”

Just great. What settlement got fucked over by raiders now?

“Remember that kid from Vault 101? Apparently, she ran into some trouble with what little law they had in Megaton. The gal beat the proprietor of the local saloon, Colin Moriarty, to death, with a baseball bat. Whaaat?! But wasn’t this the same gal who deep-sixed the live atomic bomb in the center of town out of the kindness of her heart? Why did she murder one of the town’s residents? Well, here’s the catch! When town sheriff Lucas Simms came to apprehend her, the bar employees came to Miss 101’s defense and claimed she was protecting one of them from the owner’s brutal beating. Hey, you stepped in when you thought it was necessary, 101. Some folks would rather turn their heads away at the sight of injustice, but you didn’t. No judgment here. And now, for some music.”

Huh.

For the next few hours, images of her danced behind my eyes. I imagined Percy executing Ahzrukhal with a baseball bat, just like she did to that other bar owner in the news. Me putting a boot print on his face and Percy smashing his shelf of Centaur piss while the worm whined. Unloading shotgun shells into Ahzrukhal’s ugly mug as Percy poured alcohol all over the countertop and setting it on fire. All of it involves ending Ahzrukhal in a variety of satisfying ways with the vaultie at my side. It’s a dangerous pastime. I should not feel any attachment to anyone but my employer. The contract holder has my absolute loyalty, but she’s not that person.

I really want to like her.

September 16, 2277.

When she returned two days later with a thousand more caps, I decided that I do.

Percy, brimming with enthusiasm, walked over to my corner, and before I could dismiss her, she held out my contract, my paper soul, right in front of my eyes. Then, she speaks.

“Slow down, big guy,” she chuckled, smiling. That damn smile again.  “I have good news. I’m your new employer.”

It was good fucking news indeed.

“You purchased my contract from Ahzrukhal? So, I am no longer in his service. That is good to know,” I tell her, barely containing the relief in my voice.

“Please, wait here. I must take care of something.” A knowing smile spreads across my new employer’s lips as I whip out my shotgun.

“Ahzrukhal, I was told that I was no longer in your service,” I rasp, a pleasant sensation blooming in my chest.

“That’s right, Charon. Have you come to say goodbye?”

There it is again, the fucking mocking tone in his voice. Knowing how much he pissed Percy off, he’s probably planning something, the fucking cheat. My new employer would probably turn up dead and face first in the dirt as soon as I stopped watching her. I can’t let that happen.

“Yes.”

Two blows to the head. I unloaded two shells on that asshole, one to kill him, and one out of spite. It felt fantastic. My hands were still shaking when I returned my shotgun to its holster.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Percy saunters over, eyes wide, and takes in all the carnage before her. She whistled and pats my arm almost too affectionately.

“Wow. Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

[bearxclaws-archive-blog]

Arc Headcanons // PRE-SKIP PT.2

Flings more random thoughts and headcanons onto the dash! Heading into Water 7~ And again, there may will be hints of Sanji x Anita ‘cause I’m still as trashy as last time. Long af. Congrats if you get through any of it.

WATER 7 / ENIES LOBBY

— Arc Outfit

— Anita immediately takes to how odd Chimney is, showing off her incredibly soft side for children. Likely pays no attention to what Kokoro and the rest of the crew are saying because she’s too busy showing off for Chimney and Gonbe.

— Back on the ship           Anita: ................. Wait where are we going?           Nami: You listen about as well as Luffy does.           Anita: Thank you.

— She hasn’t been with Merry for very long, but she is the first ship Anita’s any time on. There is an attachment there despite only being with the crew for a few months. Almost wishes Gus ( the half-giant back home ) was with them. He wasn’t a great carpenter, but he was pretty damn good considering he had to fix most of the broken equipment on his own.

— Anita leaves the ship at the same time as Robin and Chopper but doesn’t go with them. As much as she liked spending time with them all, she kind of wants to find where she can get those cool masks she finds some of the people wearing. Ends up buying one that looks like a bear. Adds it to her keepsake box later.

— Runs into Sanji while wearing it, attempts to amuse him but sees he’s a little perturbed. Since she isn’t super close to Robin, she doesn’t share his unease once they find Chopper alone. She assumed Robin’s just off doing her own thing. At this point, she only sees Robin as an aloof mother figure. She’s, at least, a smidgen better than her own mother. Doesn’t dislike her, but doesn’t feel particularly close to her.

— She messes around with Usopp enough that she too is worried about what his reaction might be to hearing Merry is beyond repair. She’s heard plenty of his stories about home and Kaya and continues to ask to hear about them, so a small part of her feels worry settle in her stomach.

— Doesn’t help to find him, however. She stays on the ship with Nami to protect the remainder of their money.

— The argument between Luffy and Usopp does rattle her quite a bit because she thought she was the only one that felt useless. She would have never guessed that Usopp did too. Recalling how determined Luffy had been to get his friends back on Anita’s home island, it’s worrying for her to see him getting physical with a member of his crew. She hasn’t witnesses any sort of discord between them before now, save for maybe Sanji and Zoro but even then she’s quickly realized that they just behave that way. Seeing their cook actually kick Luffy doesn’t make it better, and — in a rare display of fear — she’ll shrink into a corner and watch.

— After her ringleader died and someone she thought was a friend betrayed them, the thought of abandonment terrifies her. Watching Usopp leave hurts. She’s one of the ones begging him to come back.

— It’s a habit of hers to shut down when she’s upset. She does and says nothing. Just sits on deck with her legs between Merry’s railing and looking out in the direction Usopp walked off in. She doesn’t know why this is having such an effect on her. People have come and gone from the circus more than a handful of times, and it’s never had her this upset. Doesn’t realize she’s becoming extremely attached to the crew.

— Losing Merry and Usopp is the first time she cries in years, if it can be counted as crying. There’s no sobbing or rolling tears, but she’s distressed to the point that she’s got a heavy knot in her throat and her eyes are wet.

— Even though she seems to be reluctant to do much, Sanji asks her if she’ll come along with him and Chopper after Zoro refuses. She doesn’t really want to, but he makes a valid argument that a reindeer and bear nose together are better than his.

— Anita isn’t the type to be subtle, so she intends to march right up to Usopp and tell him about Aqua Laguna because they seems like the smartest isea, but Sanji and Chopper insist they have to be sneaky about it. Shouting ‘off-handedly’ about it while being near Merry is totally sneaky.  .  .

— Anita’s still numb from witnessing Usopp’s resignation from the crew and, somehow, isn’t surprised to find out that Robin plans on leaving too. She doesn’t shout and attempt to get to her like Chopper and Usopp too, but her ears are back and she’s shaking while in her bear form.

— When Sanji tells her and Chopper to find Luffy, Chopper’s the first to go. Anita hesitates and presses her gigantic bear head against his chest. Lets out little huffs and makes him promise he’ll be alright. Losing three crew mates is hard enough, and she openly worries for the first time that he’ll end up lost too if he goes off on his own. All she needs it a few scratches behind the ear and an honest promise, and she’ll go.

— Zoro using the back of his blades is like Anita swatting at people with the back of her paws. Still hurts like hell despite their intentions.

— Compared to other zoan users, Anita feels inferior because he hasn’t made an attempt at her hybrid form. She has her human form and her full-beast form, and that’s it. She’s capable of it, but lacks the confidence and knowledge. So knowing Chopper can take on multiple forms and seeing how strong Lucci is as a zoan is a huge blow to her confidence.

— Iceburg’s manor being on fire causes panic in Anita and it’s harder for her to escape. It might take Chopper headbutting some sense into her before she ends up outside.

— Despite not being close to Robin, Anita is relieved that she didn’t leave them because she dislike them.

— She doesn’t go to save either Luffy or Zoro knowing Nami and Chopper have it handled, but laughs plenty knowing they were stuck. 

— Anita is already aware of Impel Down. Whether or not he had the actual authority to, Ashikaga often threatened to send people to Impel Down for obstruction of justice if they tried to help targeted pirates or stop the Marines from capturing them.

— Nami makes sure to get extra meat so Anita has something to eat alongside Luffy’s portion and Zoro’s sake. Gets her plenty of fruit too. Anita’s kind of surprised Nami remembered that she liked fruit so much.

— Second Outfit ( after they change on train ) Anita’s stubbornness with clothes is different in this verse than it is her main one because Nami is there to help her lighten up a bit and wear slightly more colorful / feminine things without making her feel overly girlie. Still has a tomboy look. Doesn’t think she looks cute, but she does.

— Anita is lowkey relieved to hear Sanji is alright. Shh. His scent from when she nudged her head against him still lingers and it’s giving her dokis. GDI.

— Dumb as she can be, she knows Sogeking is Usopp. Might ask for an autograph too just to be a smart-ass. If she gets one, it’s going right into her keepsake box.

— All I can see after Rocket Man crashes and Sanji and Zoro beat some of the Marines is Anita literally chewing on one of the Marines they defeated like they’re a toy.

— She hates Enies Lobby. Too many Marines, too involved with the Government. Her bias is showing and she sort of hates that Zoro, Luffy and Sanji are so strong. She wants to fight some of them herself purely because she’s loathes them.

— The situations are completely different, but there is one common theme between Anita and Robin; Marines ruined their home. If she ever finds any of this out, she’ll feel significantly closer to Robin and at least attempt not to avoid her. I mean, over time she’ll start to feel closer to her anyway, but knowing that would be like a short-cut to feeling more comfortable around her.

— The first time Anita sees fire destroy something in a beneficial way is when Luffy tells Usopp to burn the government flag. Still terrifies her, but she’s seen what she fears do something good.

— Everyone fighting to get Robin back learned something new with their combat abilities during this arc. I’m not entirely sure what Anita’s thing should be. All she does is fight in her bear mode, unless ( like Nami’s Clima-tact ) Usopp helped craft her those dial-gauntlets that she wears in her full-beast form. This might be her first chance to use them if she gets into more of a fight. Probably hurts like hell to use them, but they won’t hurt as much to a bear as they would a human. Helps knock people further / do a little more damage while being a tank.

I don’t want her to have a hybrid form because Chopper is already a hybrid for the most part. And most people don’t seem to use their full-beast form often. Not that I can remember, anyway. She’ll want to feel like she HAS to be like Lucci, Jabra and Kaku to be powerful like them, but she doesn’t. She’s plenty supportive and powerful in fights as she is. Plus, she gets stronger post-skip.

— Anita’s whole role in the fights with the keys is very minimal. I can’t have her take away any of the learning the Straw Hats do, so she might as well be trying to help Chopper calm down while not knowing just how much of a rampage he’s in. Or, to be grossly shippy, she could stay with Sanji when he’s bubbled up. At least until he was drenched and well enough to fight. She’s as confused by his code as Nami is and doesn’t reprimand her when she whacked him. She thinks it’s silly, but she doesn’t think he’s change who he is.

— If she manages to catch glimpses of Sanji’s new fighting style, a part of her will be slightly afraid of him. She knows for a fact that she would never use it on her because of who he is, but she won’t be able to fight near him. She will worry that her fur might catch fire if he’s too close. Doesn’t mean she’s always avoid him, but getting them to do any sort of combo together might be impossible if he intends to use Diable Jambe.

— Once Kokoro saves them all from drowning, Anita is absolutely going to collapse with Chopper and give him bear snuggles. Anyone that ever gets hurt gets a bear blanket / pillow. Robin gets a bear hug too. She’s gotta. Anita’s too much of a softie deep down to not be happy that she’s alright.

— Too much of a softie to not to get choked up during Merry’s funeral.

— Anita will be infinitely glad that they took all of their stuff off of Merry and that the people that took their stuff returned it to them. Her keepsake box is safe! 

— She won’t be the least bit happy to learn that her captain’s grandfather is a Marine, but even she can’t be suspicious because it’s blindly obvious Luffy doesn’t want to be like him.

— She may have a devil fruit and can’t swim because of it, but she will take an inner tube and use it in the pool. You cannot stop her!! Swimsuit 

— Anita get a bounty. She can’t be mistaken for a pet as easily as Chopper can, so she has a legitimate bounty. I’m just not sure how much it should be. She couldn’t do any real, significant fighting during Enies Lobby, so it might be less than Nami’s? She’ll have the second lowest bounty, Chopper’s being abysmal. But, at the same time, she’d be as ‘out there’ as the monster trio because tank. So would she be noticed more and seen as a threat? I honestly don’t know what the government would think of her. Aaah, I don’t know! I’m torn between it being either B 14,000,000 or B 17,000,000. Might need opinions on that.

— Her poster is probably of her bear form looking like it’s swiping at the camera. Probably actually hit the guy taking the picture too. Whoops. Did she have to pay for breaking it? Absolutely. Did she actually pay? Hell no. Nami would kill her for spending MORE money after the part drained them.

— Sanji, she secretly loves you, but she’s going to laugh at your poster. I think she’s always going to laugh at other peoples misfortune, but she doesn’t mean anything by it. He’ll get a little pat and she might let slip that she thinks he looks way better than the poster. Oops. What? Shh. No, she didn’t say that.

— She has no part in the mess with Franky’s briefs. No, thank you. Covers her eyes too because she’s shy about that sort of thing. Not a prude. Just inexperienced and unfamiliar. Plus, it’s Franky. She doesn’t wanna see his junk.

— Anita is one of the ones begging Luffy to let Usopp come back. She doesn’t quite see it the same way as Zoro does. People would leave and come back to the circus, and they’d welcome them back with open arms. It feels wrong to leave Usopp behind.

— She has no idea what to name the new ship but agrees with any of the names Luffy comes up with that has ‘bear’ in it. She’s biased. Likes Thousand Sunny, though.

— I should probably point out that Anita can drink as well as Nami and Zoro can. She’s an affectionate and silly drunk once she gets beyond being buzzed. Likes to lean on people and hug on them. 

[all-about-wannaone]

5/100 Ways To Say I Love You

Pairing: Daniel x OC (Yoo Seonha) 

Genre: Fluff, Light Comedy 

Prompt: “I’ll walk you home.” 

Words: 3523

A/N: So I was supposed to start on some form of Medical Student AU featuring Daniel and my very own OCs, but for some strange reason, the plot bunnies are just not coming to me when I really need them to. :( And besides, I still have quite a number of fanfictions that I have yet to complete, and I do intend to complete those first, especially when I have had a clear idea on how I wish to get around those ideas. However, I will probably be writing oneshots like these for the story so you guys could still have something to look forward to. :) Also, I am a mere 8 followers away from a 1000 and I cannot express how grateful I am for all of you. :) I hope all of you would have a great day ahead and happy reading! ^^ 

“Oh my goodness, are you going to wear that on a date with all that makeup on your face? Really?” Yoojung’s eyes widened as she tousled her hair with a towel, “Nobody goes on a date dressed in a campus t-shirt, denim shorts and Superstars. He even told you to ‘dress nicely’.”

“B-but… I like it though? And besides, it’s comfortable.” I responded, only to be greeted with an expression of shock and horror from my social blogger of a roommate.

“Well, I don’t.” She deadpanned back.

Without even sparing a second glance, she began to pack her small and black leather haversack, before speaking once again, “Open the drawers below my bed. I’m positive you’ll find something you like. You’re going on a date, Seonha-yah, not a sleepover with Netflix.”  

She sounded serious and so I did, opening them only to see an entire collection of clothing that could probably be used at any season at any time. As expected from a blogger who probably had tons of stuff sponsored for her, she had an entire range, ranging from clothes that could be sweet and girly, to those for a tomboy and to bring out a girl’s inner rocker chic.

“Tell me if you can’t match them well, I’ll help you out.” She said, leaning against the ladder of her bed with her arms folded, and I was truly clueless, hence she only shook her head and chuckled at the blank expression that I wore.

She was quick in her choice of clothing, and I was soon handed a white t-shirt and what looked like a pair of dungarees in denim material, except that this had a skirt as its bottom, and with a cute wide chest pocket. Luckily, she knew my tastes well enough to know that I did not like clothes which were too flattering, and I was relieved that she had handed me one with the look of a skater skirt instead.

“Here, try this. I think it’ll suit you.” She paused for a moment as I took her clothes and thought for a bit, before saying in a more confident and blunt tone, “No, anything’s better than your sleepwear now.”

I could only laugh at how straightforward she was, and there was no way one could take offence to her statements. She never bothered to sugarcoat her statements, preferring to be as real and genuine as possible, and that was probably what everyone liked about her. Sure, she was popular and probably had a mini fanclub in each faculty, but if one did not know that, she could be easily mistaken as your typical girl-next-door too (except that she was way more outspoken than the ordinary).

After struggling to find out how her outfit worked for a solid 10 minutes, I had finally stepped out of the bathroom, hands adjusting the hem of my skirt and pulling it down with the fear that it was way too short for me.

“Finally!!” Yoojung looked up, wearing her shoes and tying up the laces of her Rockports, “Stop doing that and be ladylike and confident for once. Here’s some accessories I found; a simple gold plated necklace, gold plated minimalistic and geometric earrings as well as a red leather wrist band to add a pop of colour.”

“T-thanks Yoojung,” I replied, and she smiled similarly to Daniel, a boxy smile with their eyes turning into little crescent moons, “By the way, you look nice.”

“Same to you!” She winked and was all ready to head out the door, before leaving with a sing-song voice, “Be safe, use protection when necessary and don’t keep your boyfriend waiting!”

“Finally,” my boyfriend said in between huffs and puffs, “training’s over and we can finally go have a good meal and enjoy the rest of the night while it’s still young. Thanks for waiting up babe.”

“I-it’s no problem at all. Yoojung’s out anyway so I figured that since we were going out tonight, I might as well wait for you to be done with training so that it’ll be easier for you too.” I replied and he only flashed me his signature boxy smile with eyes that turned into crescent moons and showing me his 2 bunny teeth in the front.

“Anyway, I need to get changed and washed up so would you mind looking after my things for a while while I’m at it?” And I waved him off, nodding, only for him to shoot back a heart with his hands as he ran off in a jiffy to the male’s changing room closest to the rugby field.

Even when we had been together for slightly more than 4 months now, he still managed to get me with his romantic antics through all these small, yet meaningful, gestures. In retrospect, he only needed to smile and I would soon feel my heart palpitating against my chest, unknowingly holding my breath in the process as I remained lovestruck.

The feeling was a little strange when I first felt something for the soon-to-be Korea University’s School of Medicine Valedictorian and Rugby captain. It got me stuck in a state of sleepless nights, a whole load of distractions and simply just questions on why I would feel such a way. When he spoke to other girls, my chest ached a little at their exchange and I could only watch from afar. Indeed, it was probably a given that he was going to be extremely popular among the female population with his intelligent and charismatic demeanour. Me? I guess you could just call me your typical girl-next-door and Busan High’s signature Wallflower.

“Seonha-yah, what’s keeping you up so late? You keep shifting around in your sleep. What’s bothering you?”

“Uh… Nothing much really, just another one of those sleepless nights, I guess…”

“Sure sure, keep saying that and I can promise you that you’ll fall asleep in Mr Park’s class tomorrow. So why not just let it go? You can trust me. I might be a social blogger, but that does not mean I go around being THE gossip girl.”

“Yoojung-ah, do I look stressed, sick or am I close to dying from a heart attack soon? Can you give me a diagnosis? My heart’s beating way too fast for it’s own good and I’m neither in pain, or feel like I’m going to pass out. In fact, it’s as if I have butterflies in my stomach too, with their wings brushing against the walls —“

“That’s love, Seonha. You’re in love.”

“And how would you possibly… know that?”

“Please, nobody comes back so happy after a study session, even if you have learnt plenty of things. And besides, I’ve definitely noticed Daniel and you in the library, at least twice a week, and after that, head off to the convenience store nearby. It gets even better when I see the both of you hanging out in Hongdae and sharing a take-away bingsoo together. Honey, if that ain’t love, only God would know what it was then.”

“Are you stalking me? How would you know all these anyway?”

“Why would I even want to intrude onto someone’s date? And besides, I wasn’t stalking, I’m just incredibly and phenomenally observant. Ask Daniel, he’ll tell you the truth.”

And true enough, Yoojung was probably right when Daniel confessed his feelings another 4 months after that conversation on one fateful night under a sky full of stars. He was extremely sweet when it happened, assuring me that he sought no help from Jisung this time around, and instead went by his own research and some tips from Yoojung. Indeed, it was truly a night to remember with Daniel’s written confession letter, handmade desserts and good music, coupled with the clear weather which allowed for stargazing.

I felt my lips curl up at the thought, until I was snapped back to reality by a familiar voice, which turned out to be Bae Jinyoung; the boy who nearly threw a set of succulents at me and also the one who had the cutest crush on Yoojung, my best friend.

“Uh… Hi, I just wanted to ask… Is Yoojung still on campus?” He asked meekly, and I shook my head, explaining that she was already out and about catching up with a friend in the streets of Dongdaemun.

“O-oh… It’s okay then. I’ll… see you around.”

With a small smile and a sigh, he arranged the things in his monochrome coloured duffle bag and left the stadium without sparing me a second glance. Sadly, I could not help but feel a sense of hopelessness for him. Yoojung was extremely popular among the student body, among both genders alike, and she held a reputation for rejecting love letters and confessions politely back in high school. Daniel said that there was no particular reason why she did so, but he later added that Yoojung was a strong and independent woman. She was capable of anything, and hence probably saw no need to get into a relationship so quickly.

Strange… She was able to decipher all the signs of love though.

“Earth to Seonha?” And I snapped out of my reverie once again, only to be faced with a smiley faced Daniel, dressed in a white tank top, a denim shirt as the to, acid washed jeans and ending it off with a pair of white Converse.

“What were you thinking about anyway? You seemed a little… lost.” He said, curiosity laced in his voice as he shoved all his dirty clothes into his bag.

“No, I was just thinking of the good ol’ days. Nevertheless, great training today. You did well.” I replied and shot him a thumbs-up in the process. With that, he only slung his bag across his shoulders and placed an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close and kissed me softly on the forehead.

“Thanks for coming babe. Come on, let’s go for the date that you rightfully deserve after working so hard for the past few months.”

And with that, we took the bus to Garosu-gil, also known as one of Daniel’s favourite places in the city of Seoul.

Despite the limited amount of time that we had with one another, it was definitely time well spent in the high-end street of Garosu-gil. Indeed, it was still located in the bustling area of Gangnam, but this street was surprisingly peaceful and quiet. Furthermore, with the beautiful fairy lights that dangled from the trees for aesthetic’s sake alone, it was not surprising for this place to have an aura of magic and fantasy.

I was not one to step out very much, and this was especially so for the areas meant for the affluent and privileged, hence, this area was a breath of fresh air as I took in the sights of luxury boutiques, decent looking bars and quaint cafes that seemed to line the street endlessly. As we held hands and made our way down the street to the eating place that Daniel had recommended, he began to tell me of all the places he used to either hang out or study in.

“Dunkin Donuts was my favourite place to study. Not only do they have fantastic donuts, but a great selection of drinks and the ambience is extremely conducive.” He explained, and as we walked down a little more, he continued, “This was Yoojung’s favourite, Coffee Chu. I can safely say that they are the best churros to ever exist in Korea and they also have the best hot chocolate too!”

“Does she get sponsored for those though?” I asked, plainly out of curiosity and I meant no harm or spite.

“Of course! In fact, if you brought her here with us, she’s the walking celebrity around. Even the young baristas at Coffee Chu are willing to give her free coffee for her to write about, and I suppose it’s self-explanatory for one to talk about how the place did after her ONE SNS post.”

I laughed at his tone of light sarcasm, and he could not help but laugh too, before we realised that we had already reached the restaurant that Daniel had recommended. Surprisingly, after taking a quick glance at their menu, many of the things were pretty affordable, with stews costing 10,000 won to 13,000 won. In addition, there was also the hot stone bibimbap which, at most, went up to 18,000 won. In such an area meant for the high society, this place was truly a steal.

“Are you gawking at all the prices?” Daniel asked, eyes not leaving the menu as he flipped it to see what their specials were, “I was like that too when I came here, but thanks to certain insiders, if you know this place well, there’s a high chance you’ll have access too to all these secret hiding places that no one ever talks about.”

“Good evening sir! Welcome to Mr Kim’s Korean Cuisine! Would you like to get seated to a table for 2?” An enthusiastic waiter asked, all ready to escort us into the hanok-inspired restaurant.

“Yes please.” Daniel replied with a small smile and the waiter nodded, “Follow me please. Menus will be ready at the tables so no worries. I assure you that all the dishes we serve are of top notch quality and excellence. All of the ingredients, from the vegetables to the beef, are all made in Korea. I’ll be back when you are ready to order!”

After a scrumptious meal of jjajjangmyeon and Daniel’s warm spicy tofu stew, we headed out again into the cool night. We had no plan in mind, only making sure that we had full use of the limited time we had. Hence, we decided to walk the other direction on the other side of the road to admire the buildings and street lights which illuminated the night.

It was relatively breezy, and it was just comforting to take in a deep breath of the cool air. The moon was nestled comfortably among the stars and its light was probably bright to filter through the leaves of the trees, giving the ground an ethereal glow too. If I had a camera (and  an eye for photography like Yoojung), there was a likely chance that I would have spent the next few moments capturing the perfect shot.

“Aigoo… You have sauce all over your lips. Here, stop moving and let me wipe them off for you.”

And with that, he stopped me in my tracks, using a napkin that he had in his pocket to wipe the corners of my lips gently and threw the tissue paper away, before taking my hand and interlocking our fingers together.

“You know, I would have kissed your lips, but then again, jjajjangmyeon is not exactly date food, is it?”

I only seethed at him the moment he said that, and he responded with a playful grin, and that was also the time when we had finally reached the outsides of the Hangang Park. It was relatively quiet, with the occasional few joggers and cyclists, who passed us every few minutes or so; not too frequently.

However, Daniel’s attention was soon caught up by bright lights just a stone’s throw away. There were warm fairy lights hanging from the trees, like the ones that lined Garosu-gil, as well as little tents which had red and white striped roofs. Furthermore, there was also the faint sound of music and its rhythm; in fact, it was all the current top hits as of now.

At this, Daniel soon broke out into a playful and happy smile, like a child receiving his first ever present for Christmas and wasted no time in dragging me along to see what this carnival had to offer.

After a long and tiring 3 hours spent at the carnival, it was time for us to be heading back to our respective dormitories of Korea University. The night sky was still clear and the stars shined even brighter than before, with the moon still looking as huge as ever.

“Hey… Thanks for the day out tonight.” I said, turning around only to chuckle at Daniel struggling with a huge pink teddy bear that was larger than life. He had won it for me through 3 games of darts, either hitting the board in a bulls-eye or a solid 8-9 points. Perhaps it was because the games master had swooned over the way Daniel carried himself; charismatic and cool, so that was probably the reason why he got the teddy bear so easily.

“Y-yeah, t-thanks for the company too. I hope you enjoyed it. It’s just like the good old days huh? Sometimes, I wished that we had more time with one another; not just in terms of studying but in terms of simply chilling and hanging out like this.”

I nodded in response, because there was no way that I could not agree with his statement. In fact, for a whole list of pragmatic reasons, getting a boyfriend in the second year of university was almost as good as getting a boyfriend in the final year of high school; they were never known to last. Even when Yoojung had found out about our eventual relationship, I could tell that she was worried, but whatever the case, she assured me that Daniel would make it work.

He was inexperienced, sure, but he was someone who viewed love and commitment as the priorities in a relationship. Until now, she was not wrong (and she would not be, especially when she has known him since they were in diapers). Despite his busy schedule with the A-star fast track programme together with his demanding rugby trainings for the upcoming competitions, he never failed to meet me at night just to study in each other’s company. We did not speak much, but that was our way of keeping in touch.

“Is Yoojung home yet?” He asked clearly now, finally strategizing a better way to carry the huge bear.

I whipped out my phone from my pocket to check, only to receive a message from her that she’ll be late.

“Don’t wait up for me! And don’t worry too much, I’m perfectly fine. It’s just that I’ve not seen Youngmin in a while and we just really needed some time to catch up. Hope you’re still safe and I shall not be expecting a baby in 9 months! Love you!”

I could not help but to laugh and shake my head at how blunt she could be, before sending her a quick reply that I was already on my way home and added that there was none of those involved; whatever she was thinking of.

Then a shrill ringtone broke the peaceful silence and I felt my heart jump, turning around just to see Daniel fumble in his pocket for the phone since he got a shock as well.

“Hey Jisung…. Uh… I’m on a date with Seonha now actually…. Yes, yes I get it… I’m on the way back to the dorm and I’ll be there in 10. Relax, I’ve not forgotten… Okay. Okay. Sure, I’ll see you there. Bye.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, making a turn towards the dormitories.

“Jisung called and I forgot to tell you but I have a Daewon reunion with the guys today. I told him I’ll be there in 10, since I need to send you home and stuff —“

“Nah,” I replied, walking towards him and getting the bear out of his hands, “I can go on my own from here. You’ve done quite a bit for me, so it’s only right for you to get your breaks too.”

“But… It’s dark here though and you can’t go defending yourself with this huge teddy bear in your hands?” And he was clearly baffled by my suggestion of walking home on my own.

“Nah, too dangerous. I’ll walk you home.”

“C’mon,” I said, preventing him from walking any further, “If you keep me company for the whole way, you will be late for your gathering and I know how important it is to you. Run along, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow anyway.” And I ended my statement with a smile, hoping to give him some reassurance that I will be okay.

“A-aren’t you going to be lonely though? I mean, Yoojung’s coming home late so what are you going to do till then?”

“Read some notes I guess?” I joked, “And besides, I have cake in the fridge too, a laptop and my phone. Come on, the possibilities are endless so don’t worry too much and believe what I say; I’ll be okay.”

With that, he embraced me in a tight hug with his robust arms, “Thanks babe. I owe you one.” and proceeded to give me a long and comforting kiss on the forehead.

“Okay so… Send me a message when you’ve reached your dorm room so I know that you are safe. Remember, I’m #2 on your speed dial and if you need anything, just give me a call. Good night and see you tomorrow!”

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ABOUT:

→ MIRA is affiliated with the ROGUE GROUP. → Her human name is MIRA KAPOOR. → MIRA identifies as CISGENDER FEMALES and uses SHE/HER pronouns.  → She DOES remember all of her past, and she DOES freely talk about it.  → MIRA has been described as ENERGETIC, SELF-SUFFICIENT, and RESPONSIBLE as well as UNCERTAIN, CLOSED OFF, and RIGID. → MIRA’S faceclaim is PRIYANKA CHOPRA and she appears 29 but is actually 35. → She currently DOES NOT have an imprint. → MIRA is currently TAKEN. 

BACKSTORY:

The only daughter between two sons, Mira was always the favored child of her father and a true daddy’s girl and tomboy. Her mother disapproved, but Mira was still so happy and well behaved that it was hard to discourage her. 

The first time Mira met a police officer at a school demonstration, she was awestruck. She knew instantly that this was the kind of person she wanted to be: strong, capable, dependable. That dream never faded away, and Mira applied for the police academy straight out of high school.

Car chases were her favorite part of the job, until she lost control chasing someone down the freeway. She insisted she was fine and avoided a trip to the hospital, but when she arrived home, her headache had worsened into a burning that consumed her whole body. She had been triggered. 

Mira hated quitting her job, but the unpredictable hours and high stress situations made it impossible to keep. She no longer felt at home and began to travel, joining up with the rogue group out of pure convenience. She hoped to find somewhere she can settle down again, but still felt like she’s left part of herself behind.

EXTENDED BIOGRAPHY

Mira was the only daughter born into her family, the apple of her father’s eye. Mira was always off running with her brothers the moment she could go off without her parent’s supervision. Finally free and able to leave the house she couldn’t get enough of being outside and playing in the dirt, and always with the biggest grin on her face. She loved doing just about everything with her father, from fishing to camping and long hikes with the rest of her family. Despite her mother trying to get her into playing inside with dolls and dresses, the enjoyment Mira got from being dirty and playing with the boys, her mother didn’t have the heart to make her stop.

When Mira was old enough to understand, her father sat her down and surrounded by her family explained to her what her family was, werewolves. It was strange, she didn’t fully understand what her father was talking about, but he told her of his father, her grandfather and the family bloodline. He grew quiet when she asked why he never turned, but he explained that he could no longer trigger.

Like any child, Mira didn’t really pay any attention to her future, all she wanted to do was play and hang out with her brothers. She did well enough in school, though few subjects really grabbed her interest. It wasn’t until one day, all the students were gathered into the school gymnasium, Mira joined in among all the other students until the principal walked onto the stage and got the other students attentions, he talked about how today was the school’s annual safety demonstration. When a few police officers walked on stage to stand behind her principal, and Officer William Mathieson joined the other man on stage Mira was hooked. As the man took over, walking on the stage and gaining more students attention, Mira saw nothing else, heard nothing else but Officer Mathieson and his easy practiced speech.

He told stories of being an officer while going over what was normally in his part of the demonstration. Mira absorbed everything, eyes moving between Mathieson and the other two officers behind him. When he opened up questions, Mira was one of the many students who raised their hands desperate for the chance to speak to the officers. When she was picked to ask a question she went with the only things she could think of, “what it takes to be an officer?”, he told her it took many things, being strong, capable, dependable and dedicated. Being willing to look after others, and being open to those around her. She knew she’d found her calling.

She ran home once school was out, desperate to tell her father what had happened that day. Overly excited to tell her parents that she knew what she wanted to do when she grew up. Her father told her how proud he was, and while her mother seemed nervous, but put on a smile for her.

Mira then threw herself into school, paying far more attention than she had before. By the time she hit high school Mira was on the verge of honor roll and continued to push herself. There was some anticipation as her seventeenth birthday approached, she knew it wasn’t a given that she’d trigger, but it was when she knew her father would be watching, just as he had when her older brother turned seventeen a year ago, just as he would when her younger brother turned seventeen as well. When nothing happened things continued as usual, but her father seemed to have an air about him, a way he’d watch them no matter what they were doing.

Graduating high school with honors, Mira was accepted to the nearest university she could that had the best policing program. She threw herself into school once again, spending nights studying in the library. And keeping up as much as she could while working on the POST program. When she wasn’t studying she could be found in the gym, working to keep fit and ready for duty. Her proudest moment, graduating with honors, and leaving school with the knowledge that she already had a position with her local Police Department waiting for her.

When she first started working, she listened intently to her training officer, everything the woman told her Mira soaked up, watching the woman like a hawk to learn everything she could, not wanting to miss anything that could make her a better officer. As time went by, Mira became comfortable with the fact that she might not trigger like her father, her brother’s hadn’t triggered either but there was still time for all three, but they seemed content with the fact that maybe they’d be just like their father instead. Until one night things for Mira changed, a car chase, her favorite. Some asshole decided it was smart to holdup a gas station and fire blindly as he ran, hitting a civilian. Her and her partner got the call and Mira didn’t even let them argue for the wheel, and off they went.

It wasn’t anything different, she still had the practiced ease she always did. But suddenly the care was spinning and Mira did her best to control the spin. The car still ended up on the side in a ditch, lucky for her and her partner no one was seriously hurt, but Mira knew she had to have hit her head because her head started to ache, she convinced her partner and the ambulance that showed up that she was fine and headed home, her head getting worse and worse as the night went on until her entire body burned and it hit her, she was trigged, she hadn’t even thought it was happening until she did as her father told her, did as his father had told him all those years ago and shifted.

Her family were called the second she had a chance, her father was thrilled, but she could still here a hint of disappointment on the line. As time went on things started to get harder, between work and the constant pull to turn, the constant desire to go and find a pack, to find someone who would better understand. Quitting her job broke a piece of her, but she knew in the end it would only end badly if she stuck around, making up some excuse about another offer, a better job somewhere else. She left her hometown in search of a place to call home again. Finding the group of Rogue wolves helped some, she formed a bond with them, but not one she knew she’d find with a real pack, she followed them, travelled with them hoping one day she’d finally find that missing piece again.

EXTENDED PERSONALITY

Mira has always been able to take care of herself, unwilling to rely on others to get things done she’s always found it’s easier just to try and get it done herself. She hates to bend the rules, always finding comfort in following the set code, and she finds it difficult to let people close quickly, but once she does, she becomes fiercely loyal and unwilling to back down if they’re hurt. She’s often unwilling to share many things with people unless she is close to them. Though her family is her number one focus many times, and she finds it hard to trust, she will stand up for those that need it.

PACK RELATIONS

Mira might be part of the rogue pack, but she is more than interested in finding a pack she can join and call family. A place for her to settle and find more structure, for her a pack is like the force when she was an officer, united together, protecting each other. She wants to be a part of a more solid group, one where she can finally feel at home since she triggered instead of continuing on the move like she has been since she joined the Rogue Pack. Having always been able to survive on her own, she’s grown to be lonely, and the Rogue Pack hasn’t fully filled that void she feels.

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WANTED PLOTS

These are Plots that I am interested in ding with my FCs. Please message me if you are interested in any of them!

Plot One: Like Siblings

Muses: Boa & any other SM Male Muse

Genres: Romance, drama, angst, fluff, fantasy, smut(maybe)

As far back as she could remember they were like brother and sister. His father, the king, had taken her in and raised her after her parents had died in service to him. In everything but name she was considered a princess even though she was not directly related. They had always been close and now that they were getting older, other feelings were beginning to surface. It was time for them both to be married off in order to create political ties so they were enjoying what was to be their last times together. For him, a marriage would be easy because he had it all and a title but for her, she was considered less desirable. Boa was of noble birth but she was hardly a proper lady of the court. She had been a tomboy, encouraged by her doting adopted father, and much mocked by her contemporaries. Not considered beautiful because of her attitude and humble features, she was dreading the next stage of her life with every fiber of her being.

Plot Two: Nothing Makes a Better Romance than Zombies

Muses: Narsha & any Any Muse

Genres: Horror, Action, Angst, Smut, Romance, and whatever else we wanna put in.

So it’s the zombie apocalypse and shit is cray cray. Narsha is a loner survival type who used to be a surgeon before the world went to shit. She’s competent, capable, self-relient, sexy as hell, and has an emotional barrier the Great Wall of China would be jealous of. Already a bit of a sarcastic loose cannon before the fall of society, her lack of human interaction has not done her any favors. She sees what she wants and takes it, including men. After the two of you meet while pulling a salvage run and escape together, she rocks your world and you just can’t get her out of your head. While she has a bit of a soft spot for you, she isn’t exactly about that kind of attachment. The relationship is difficult, volatile, and sometimes violent. Can the two of you make things work and make a macabre rom-com thing work or will you get each other killed?

Plot 3: Angels and Demons

Muses: A female of my choice & Any Male Muse

Genres: Horror, Fantasy, Angst, Smut, etc

She has fallen from heaven, stuck on the earthen prison by jealous angelic rivals. She is doing the best she can to cope, missing her wings that were so horribly taken from her back when she comes across you. You’re a demon or a vampire and you see her as easy prey but there is just something about her you can’t shake. Her attitude and spirit are infectious despite her situation so in some ways you admire her even though she is your antithesis. As things progress you can’t tell if you are rubbing off on her or if she is rubbing off on you, maybe a combination of both. But will you try to help her as best as you can and see that she has a chance at reclaiming her wings or will you cling to her and use her for your own needs?

Plot Four: An Entire Galaxy and I keep running into you

Muses: Bom and a YG Male Muse ( but I am flexible )

Genre: Action, Adventure, Mystery, Sci-Fi, Smut, Comedy, Angst

Born on a basically desolate planet and raised to be a priestess until the disappearance of her mother and then her father, Bom ends up joining in on a smuggling ring and other various crime syndicates to help solve the puzzle. Never staying in one place or with anyone long, Bom has a hard time making lasting ties with just about anyone because she is so focused on using what she can to find her parents. Unfortunately, instead of finding them she keeps running into you and this morally ambiguous pilot doesn’t know what to do with you. Are you part of the mystery, a distraction, an assassin, or something else entirely?

Plot Five: We Have All Of Time and Space

Muses: A female of my choice and any male muse

Genre: Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi, Comedy, Dr. Who

You are the Doctor! A member of an ancient alien race from Gallifrey who stole a spaceship that can travel through time and space called a T.A.R.D.I.S. and you are looking for a companion to explore the universe with. Fortunately, you stumble across me and we hit it off so you decide to take me with you. Together we move back and forward in history solving mysteries, defeating bad guys, and having a great time. We challenge each other, argue sometimes, and sometimes we don’t really get along but that’s how it works. Are we just friends or something more and can we survive a Dalek invasion?

Plot 6: The Ice Queen

Muses: Gain & any Male Muse

Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Drama, Smut

This royal has a giant chip on her shoulder. Gain is a master enchantress in service to the late king right up until he dies. Most fear her and her unnatural powers as magic is not common and her chilly demeanor does little to help her case. Since birth she has been used to those using her abilities to get what they wanted, hurting her and those closest to her to manipulate her to get it so she built up a wall around herself. Her reputation is that of a cold and cruel killer which she does little to stop because it keeps everyone exactly where she wants them, at a distance. You are the heir in line for the throne and you find yourself inheriting her but what will you do with her? Will you make her your weapon, slave, mistress, queen or something else altogether?

Plot 7: SOULEATER

Muses: Dara and a male, preferably YG Based

Genre: Fantasy, Anime, Action

So Dara is a meister, a spunky one with a lot of attitude and strength despite her size but she doesn’t have a weapon. At least not yet. Then all of a sudden there you are at Death Weapon Meister Academy, a weapon looking for a meister to help turn you into one of the Death Scythes. Together the two of you bond, fight baddies, sometimes each other and have amazing adventures as you try to reach that ultimate goal.

Plot 8: Lost in Translation

Muses: Miranda Zhao and any male who isn’t Chinese)

Genres: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Slice of Life, Romance, Comedy

Miranda is a beautiful model looking for international acclaim as she heads out of mainland China looking for work. Lucky for her she stumbles across you to help her through the culture clashes, gaffes, and language barriers. Her warm spirit and easy smile make her easy to want to get to know but she has a real problem saying what she means and often gets her words confused. Are you able to help the radiant woman establish herself in a new place or are things going to maybe fall apart in the most wonderful way?

Plot 9: Were-Hunter Alpha, the Last of Her Kind

Muses: Boa and a male Muse

Genres: Supernatural, Action, Adventure, Horror and smut Based on the Dark Hunter/Were Hunter supernatural romance series. Kind of.

After Apollo cursed his children and their descendants for the murder of his wife, an alchemist who had married one of them crafted away for his children to avoid the premature death. He merged human with beast and created two new species were created. The creatures with the human hearts are born as humans and only can turn into their unlocked animal form when they reach puberty are called Arcadians. On the opposite side, the creatures with animal hearts that are born as animals and unlock their human sides at puberty are called Katagaria. Both types of were-hunters have their own species, clans, and customs as well as being at war with each other.

The war between the were-hunters started at their birth and carries to this day. Several of the clans have been decimated and thought to be completely extinct, as is the case with Boa’s. She is the last of her kind; an Arcadian dragon alpha whose scales are deepest ebony which earned her the title of ‘The Dark One’. The dragonswan is the favorite of the god who oversees all of the weres and because of that she is given the privilege and protection of running the Sanctuary (A place where all harm is magically forbidden and all species are welcome) in hopes that maybe she can find a mate to bring her clan back from the brink.

In this plot you can be just about anything you want: another were-hunter (Katagaria or Arcadian either way will be a good story), a dark hunter (if you are familiar with the series it makes a great option), a demi-god, a dream-hunter(again, if you know the series it is also a good option) or just a regular human. This storyline has a ton of options and I am willing to put in a lot of work whether you are familiar with the series or not to do something totally awesome so if you like the idea but are afraid because you are new to it, don’t worry.

Plot Ten: Bitter Enemies

Muses: Boa and Rain ( willing to change )

Genre: Slice of Life, Drama, Angst, Smut

You are both idols but at somewhat different points in your careers. You are at your zenith, the very height and she is just starting out but there is no denying her budding starpower. The agencies you both work for can basically print their own money if they get you both together on a project, there is just one problem; you two don’t particularly get along. You dismiss her as another fad and she sees you as a soon to be has been causing ruffled feathers. Can the two of you hold down your egos enough to make some money and what more will happen once you both get past the drama?

Plot 11: Into The Wilde

Muses: Any

Genres: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Action, Smut, Drama

The world is full of weres: Creatures that are able to shift their forms from their natural animal state into that of a human. Everyone has heard of them, monsters disguised as people who lure humans away to be slaves or worse: dinner. Yet, no one has seen them or can recall any proof of their existence beyond vague fairytales and myths. Common knowledge suggest there is some truth to these stories but would you believe it? Hidden far away from prying human eyes, the clans of the weres live in secret. Each species is an advanced and magical society that uses their technology, powers, or a mixture of both to keep the humans unaware of them. Though they had long been at peace, war has begun breaking out among them as their views differ on how to deal with the quickly growing human race. In this plot either or both can be weres from any clan, both can even be human or a mixture of the two.

Plot 12: SSV HEIMDALLR

Muses: Any

Genres: Sci-FI, Fantasy, Action, Smut, Drama

In the distant future mankind has made it out into uncharted space, discovered other intelligent life, and proceeded to make war and peace with them accordingly. Humanity has embraced its celestial destiny and made itself a powerful force to be reckoned with in the universe. They’ve colonized more than just the habitable planets in the Sol system and have moved into other systems in faraway galaxies. Starfaring vessels of every size, shape and function roam space at will almost like small floating cities on their own. Each ship has a crew and a purpose. For the SSV HEIMDALLR, a state of the art and technologically advanced warship of joint human and alien efforts, their purpose is peace. Designed for covert missions in deep and often hostile territory, this ship patrols the borders of the farthest reaches of the empire to defend it against enemy alien governments, raiders, slavers, and pirates. As members of the crew, you are tasked with keeping the vessel in working order. This plot is highly customizable for character creation and growth.

Plot 13: The Accord

Muses: Any

Genres: Supernatural, action, angst, smut, drama

The Accord: A strict set of rules for children of the night that was put into place to hide the existence of vampires in the world. The elders of the five clans enacted The Accord to protect not only their secrets but the species as a whole from both themselves and humans.

During the middle ages with travel and communication becoming easier it was clear that they wouldn’t be able to rely on information of their activities being lost or regarded simply as local legend. With the rising numbers of both human and vampires things began to spiral out of control and get chaotic, resulting not only in the deaths of the initiated but the innocent as well. The strongest and oldest gathered together to discuss the problem and came up with a set of guidelines for them to follow as well as dividing up all of their members into 5 clans to guide, protect, and enforce the rules should they need to.

The world is changing quickly though and there are deep rumors of unrest among those in the clans and those vying for power. A schism has begun to form between those who wish to cling to the old ways and those who are looking for reform. The reformers are a largely militaristic group who believe in vampiric supremacy and push for the total enslavement of humanity while the traditionalists believe in temperance and working from the shadows to remain safe.

Amid this tumultuous time, Narsha is a vampire living in the modern day United States of America and governed by The Accord. Her life and death are a secret she keeps closely guarded that still affects her to this day. She’s a loner who prefers to keep to herself and doesn’t particularly want to get involved in any sort of power struggle or entanglement.Things for this woman seem to be going pretty well for her until one fateful day turns her world askew; she met you. Are you a vampire with an allegiance or a human that wakes her up from her habits and brings her back to life?

Please note that these are not Twilight vampires, they are not romanticized, they kill people and enjoy it. That being said; they aren’t demons or inherently evil either. They are more like hyper smart predatory humans. Eating people is natural for them, normal, and they look at humans like steak or cattle.

Plot 14: Extra Curricular Activities

Muses: Any

Genres: Taboo, Romance, Smut, Angst, Drama,

Possible Pregnancy Standard teacher and student plot where all the details can be varied and customized to fit muses and mood. This can go anywhere from actual fluff love and courtship to full on rape and abuse of power. Either muse can be the teacher or student, from any walk of life or any kind of school. The circumstances of this plot can be determined in more detail once the characters are fleshed out and I’m open to a wide variety of options.

It should be noted that the student will be of legal or very near legal age for most countries (18) so they are a young adult. Kiddy porn is a no-go and I won’t even entertain the idea.