#maybe i’ll just be basic and put it under anime �� even though it’s a chinese

[gothsuguru]

need to rewatch mdzs i’m thinking HEAVILY about wei wuxian rn……….

[ashipiko]

—NIKO CIMARRON

All information on Niko Cimarron ATM! Will most likely be updated ☆

—MORE UNDER CUT

BASIC INFORMATION:

Class: 2-A

Birthday: October 24

Height: 176cm

Dominant Hand: Right

From: Land of Pyroxene / Shaftlands

Club: Film Studies (visits on occasion, inactive member)

Favorite Subject: Magic Analysis

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Likes: Making a profit

Dislikes: Getting outsmarted

Favorite Food: Berries / Berry flavored things

Least Favorite Food: Anything too hot

Specialty: Balancing on the line of lie and truth

GALLERY:

VOICE CLAIM:

YUU’S INTERVIEW:

— Scarabia Dorms - Niko’s Room —

for easier reading, all yuu dialogue will be in italics and all niko dialogue will be in a normal black font instead of green.

There you are. Surprised you came to visit me, Carrots.

> You know what I’m here for, Niko.

> Why are you surprised?

No need to act like that. Interview, right? Or should I say an interrogation? If you wanted to hang out with me, you didn’t need to hide around the bush, you know…

It’s cute seeing you all dodgy, but still. ♡

> I think it matches your vibe.

> You’re one to talk.

Yeah, yeah. How many questions do we have planned for today? Don’t take too long, now. I’ve gotta start pumping out those treats for my profit.

…Oh. No need to worry about a pen and paper, I’ve got one for you.

> I didn’t expect for you to be so prepared.

> (…They’re cuter than expected.)

Something something about matching the vibes… They’re modeled after an old movie about cops and so, interrogating. Figured you’d like them. A carrot for Carrots. It’s cute.

It’s about time to start though, huh?

> Yeah.

> No more wasting time.

INTERVIEW: START!

1. Can we get some basic info about you from… you?

A second year Scarabia student who’s a fox beastman. I guess I’m what you’d call a charmer, thief of the heart, man of your dreams… I’ve heard it all. But the real name’s Niko. Niko Cimarron. My surname means “Wild”, so you could call me Mr. Wild if you like that too. Heh, actually, it’s a business thing, so I guess you’d only call me that if you bought my products… Say, Carrots, you feeling like you need a snack? I have some lefties if you’d like.

> No thanks.

> Why not?

They’re tasty, I prommie~.

2. Speaking of which, what are your “pawpsicles” made from? How do you make them?

Those little things? Why, I’ll let you know I put my blood, sweat, and tears in those treats. Makes me happy to see other people happy, like the faces on a thaumark. To make ‘em, it’s just some tasty berries from the school grounds that get mushed up to get juice, where they go into a mold and freeze up. It’s hard work! I’ve gotta walk so many steps around the school and all across campus… You’re lucky you never saw me in my first year. Took me a while to get used to the schedule… Though, I’m a well-organized man now, I’ll have you know. It’s good for the public image.

3. You’re from the Shaftlands, aren’t you? Do you have any connections to Vil, Cater, or Jack?

Connections? I have them with everyone, really… though I don’t think those three are really aware I came from the same place as them. To be fair, the Shaftlands is a pretty big area. People even go as far to call it a utopia.

If anything, I’ve talked to Diamond more at NRC than anywhere in the Shaftlands. Is that because I never even saw him once? Maybe. So I can’t say about back then, but I can enjoy a good conversation with him now. He’s a good customer and a good influencer. Back then, he got me a good chunk of costumers off of a Magicam post, so I’ve got to give it to him. Who knew people could just follow trendy things at the drop of a hat? Crazy, right?

Vil is a major celebrity, and Jack, I didn’t even know existed ‘till this year. I’ve got nothing to say about Mr. Hardhead, but I’ve had my fair share of talks with Vil. When we were kids, I got a wave from him once… It was great bragging rights. Heh, he kinda freaks me out now though. The reason why I don’t actually participate in club activities. He’s probably too high of a standard for a lowlife like me, so it’s not something that bothers me anyway.

4. You don’t seem to have a Unique Magic. Any reason why?

Ah. Magic? A little bit of a sour topic for me, Carrots, ow… I’m just a late bloomer, is all. I’ve got magic in me, but I never played around with it when I was younger, so I’m way more rusty than all of the other guys here. It doesn’t mean I don’t know the brain stuff, though. Just inexperienced.

If I’m being dead honest, it’s kind of a miracle how I got into NRC. I guess they wanted the fox vote, huh? Heh.

5. Not sure if I’ve seen you around a lot with one particular person. Is there a secret someone?

Secret someone? Getting jealous, are you? Haha, I would’ve never taken you to be the type!

> Not the focus of the question.

> That’s not…!

It’s your fault for wording it like that. You’ve got to watch your words, Carrots. Well, the business life is a cold one, isn’t it? Being around a bunch of highschool guys isn’t really the “ideal” grounds for making business partners either, so it is what it is. At least this way, I get all the profits, so I don’t mind. If you want, I can save a spot for you by my side. ♡

> Again, no thanks.

> Maybe after I get a break from all the things this school brings.

Keep me in mind~.

6. Our last question. You say a lot of random stuff. People get annoyed with it pretty often. How do you feel about that?

…? Oh, you picked up on it, huh? Heh, I mean… I guess I could come clean. I think it’s interesting you haven’t walked away from me yet, y’know. Usually people aren’t into this stuff.

> You are annoying, but…

> (Would it be mean to say something?)

I appreciate you, Carrots. A little too much than I’d like.

Usually people don’t really like the stereotypical foxiness I bring to the table. They run away because I’m either something they don’t wanna get mixed up with, or just something they don’t like. I think you’re a weirdo who’s looking for entertainment when you come into my room and talk to me like this.

…But I guess that just means that you like the way I talk to you, right? You can’t get enough? Is that what’s happening here? ♡

> For a second, I thought you were going to need some comfort, but I guess not.

> Really, it’s fine, Niko…

Don’t pretend like your cheeks aren’t a little red. I like the reactions I get out of you. ♡

Is that all you wanted? Yeah? Alright, we’re done here, then. Hand me the pen, would ya?

> It was nice being able to talk to you like this.

> (That was a quick turnaround.)

…Yeah. Hurry on up, shouldn’t you be studying up on actual things worth studying? Live up to that Smarty McSmart Pants title. Bye-bye now~.

INTERVIEW: END!

> (I feel like Niko’s more than meets the eye.)

> (I feel like Niko’s… hiding something.)

.

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TRIVIA:

Niko is twisted off of Nick Wilde from Zootopia!

Niko is actually magicless. Not entirely, as he does have some running in his blood, so he didn’t lie, but it’s not enough where he can successfully conjure spells. Because of this, at NRC, he often has to get by with con-artist type excuses and acts. It works most of the time, as he has Crowley’s support. For now, he’s getting by with the excuse of being a late bloomer, but I’m sure suspicions are beginning to rise… Perhaps, if it were to be found out that he’s unable to conjure spells, he would be kicked out of NRC.

He made it to NRC after being dared to attempt to con his way in by his magicless best friend. His name is not noted, but he’s a very angry and violent French fennec fox. Niko is often bullied by him.

He can be considered a fan of Vil.

Niko enjoys the pop genre a lot, but is embarrassed to admit it.

Despite being a playboy, Niko is easily flustered at the thought of someone seriously making moves on him.

Niko can also count as a bit of a heartbreaker. For the romantics around the school, everyone knows Niko as that kid who’ll charm you for a week and leave you heartbroken when he inevitability rejects you. It’s not anything against anybody, really, but more so the fact that Niko can’t ever imagine dating someone before he tells them his secret. It feels unfair to him. But people take offense to it nonetheless, the heartbroken people usually cutting Niko off as soon as they figure out that there won’t be anything working between them.

Because of the way some people leave him as soon as they sense no romance, Niko finds the concept of love to be sort of flaky. It takes a while for him to develop a crush, despite his flighty, flirty attitude.

Due to being a class 2-A student, Niko often ends up selling his treats most often there. Kalim and Silver are his number one customers, as Kalim buys bundles of them to give to Scarabia members, and Silver buys them for Lilia to enjoy.

Niko attends the Playful Land event and ends up staying in contact with Fellow Honest afterwards. This relationship ends up contributing a lot to Niko’s development.

Even though he doesn’t want to, he feels obligated to play into the deceitful foxiness of himself, because that’s what people naturally expect of him. It stops them from getting curious about him, as it seems like they’ve already got him figured out.

He says things that are considered shallow, like flirting or bargaining because he wants to get a reaction out of people. Niko does small things like this for small reactions — enough of these small reactions will fulfill the same satisfaction of seeing someone he loves flustered or happy, he thinks. In truth, he knows it won’t amount to much. Niko tries to satisfy himself enough so that he won’t need the real thing.

Niko feels very guilty for deceiving everyone at NRC, especially the prefect. Even still, he doesn’t have the heart to tell them that he truly doesn’t belong here, taking up a spot possibly for somebody who deserves it much more.

Niko’s way of thinking suggests that if he acts distasteful enough, it will cause people to stray far away from him. He believes that he really is just a lowlife fox, but the truth of his actions is something he think people would hate him for most; living in a lie. Because of this, he acts like a playboy and an annoyance in attempts to get people to stay away, preventing them from finding out the even uglier truth of him.

Additionally, he’s afraid to have the truth leak out because he doesn’t want to leave NRC. Though he doesn’t have much, he doesn’t want to lose the little bit he does have, and the little bits he keeps on gaining.

Even still, Niko craves for someone who will take time to understand him. Which is why he’s so attached to the prefect.

More to be added!

^ the pawpsicle icons in this relationship chart represent whether if the character is an avid pawpsicle enjoyer (has the icon), has experienced it once but never had it again (once!), and if they have never had it.

[juuuulez]

Okay but since that anon mentioned your Capulet series, I've re-read it and as I am also re-watching The Last Of Us, I can't help but Invision pre-apocalypse Negan and Reader as Joel and Sarah, esp when the outbreak happens at school, it gave me TLOU ep 1 vibes tbh! <333

ALSOOOO I can just SEE a younger reader pulling a "drugs. I sell hardcore drugs." at Negan if she ever gave him a gift for his birthday or something post-apocalypse!

UM UM UM WHY IS THIS IN MY DRAFTS!!!! WHY DIDNT I POST THIS!!!!!!!!!!! okay lock in for my walking dead infodump

oh wow this is so cute… my TLOU and walking dead obsession go hand in hand so knowing that it gave those vibes is the biggest compliment ever

but can i admit something naughty…….

there’s actually an alternate ending to capulet. like, a “canon” version that goes along with the rest of twd……and i never wrote it because, well, it’s a carl fic, and we’ve already mourned his death once.

i’ll put some stuff about it under the cut, because who knows, maybe one day i’ll write it:

basically, if carl had of died like canon, reader would’ve went a little bit crazy. not terribly so, just paranoid, and probably bitching out even more on the saviours.

when negan’s captured it’s like the nail in the coffin, and she’d basically beg anyone to stick around and help her break him out, but nobody wants anything to do with it: the sanctuary is completely abandoned. she spends days, maybe even weeks, incessantly plotting some stupid plan, but never gets around to committing because ultimately she knows it’s slim.

this is simultaneous to rick going a little off the rails, y’know, cus his son is dead. so, with rick paying less attention, and reader still a giant red question mark on the community? maggie takes things into her own hands.

because she’s not risking negan escaping. as far as she’s concerned, you’re a loose thread, someone who could fuck this whole thing up. but being pregnant she can’t exactly do much about it, so instead, she handballs the task to michonne.

the instructions are very clear: kill her. doesn’t matter how, or where, or with what, just make sure it happens.

michonne spends maybe a day hunting you down. the second you even spot her at the sanctuary, you run, letting her chase you anywhere you can get on two legs.

that doesn’t last forever, for michonne is smarter, and probably quicker. she corners you in this dusty area at the edge of town, finally getting you down to your knees. up until this point, you’ve been a rabid animal, fighting and yelling and spitting.

but she just needs you to listen to her.

because she’s not gonna kill you.

instead? you will go far, far away. anywhere but here. and if you ever showed your face again, if anyone even caught the tiniest whiff of you, you’d be killed on sight.

that’s not a bad deal, though. compared to execution, at least.

michonne takes your bat, deciding that would have to be ample proof that she got the job done. you also hand over that little notebook you always carry, the one with drawings of carl in it.

(years later judith would find this notebook and go down to interrogate negan: before eventually suggesting that he keeps it, for he has nothing that reminds him of you. he declines and says that you’d probably wanted judith to have it).

everyone in alexandria thinks you’re dead. michonne tells maggie, who subsequently spreads the news, taking some satisfaction in telling negan, who’s downright miserable.

because it’s depressing. you had been free, and now you were dead. it was almost animalistic, like you’d been put down, like your life wasn’t human enough.

it was unfair because his mistakes got him imprisoned, whilst yours got you killed. that’s fucked up. but, it’s meant to be fucked up, because it’s meant to be a lesson.

years pass like this.

it only serves as another point of tension between negan and maggie, but that isn’t uncommon at this point.

“you killed my husband.”

“you killed my daughter.”

to which maggie would always say, “she’s not your daughter.”

not entirely untrue, but it still stung.

and now it’s 2028: the unlikely pair has ventured into new york in order to rescue hershel, and have been tipped that there’s somebody who knows the area like the back of their hand.

someone who works for the croat, but never speaks with him directly, and can therefore fly under his radar. a scavenger who travels across cities searching for any supplies that could be of use, all in exchange for safety and protection within the bounds of new york.

aaannnndddd i think you can figure out the rest

[space-mermaid-writing]

Stark Tailoring Inc. [IronStrange]

Summary: After his accident Stephen sold almost everything. But for his new job he needs a suit. So he goes to the place his friend recommended to him: Stark Tailoring.

Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Tags: IronStrange, Tailor AU, fluff, insecure Stephen Strange, no powers, just the regular flirting of Tony Stark, different first meetings

Ko-fi | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist | Word count: 1.8k | Next (soon)

Author’s note: This was inevitable. I knew I would write it one day. You know I’m something of a professional fabric wielder myself. So of course, I put a lot of myself into this Tony.

Chapter 1: I need a suit

The bell at the shop door chirped up with a new customer entering. Tony raised his head and noticed with a glance that it was not his typical client.

See, his typical clients were rich and beautiful. Although, it was possible that this unknown man hid a handsome face under his scruffy appearance. And that blue Balenciaga coat was certainly not cheap. The pants and shoes seemed old. Maybe he was rocking that hobo chic style that had been in fashion like eight years ago. (The man did seem to be too old for that)

And his vibes weren’t right for that either. He wrung his hands, uncertain, as if he felt out of place.

Maybe he was just lost.

The man let his gaze wander briefly around the store before it lingered on Tony, who was behind the counter sorting cufflinks. “Hello, I’m looking for Tony? Colonel Rhodes told me to ask for him.”

“Ciao. You found me. How can I help you?”

“I need a suit.”

Okay, not lost after all, then.

Tony just barely suppressed a, ‘Well, that’s obvious’, before the words left his mouth. “Sure. Any specifics?” he asked instead. “Occasion? Color? Two or three piece?”

“Two piece. Something simple will do. I have an event in two months.”

Tony set the cufflinks aside and picked up a tablet to take notes. “That’s plenty of time. I could probably make you two whole suits in that time.”

The man looked irritated. “I just need one.”

Tough crowd. Tony, however, wasn’t fazed by it. At least the man seemed to have basic knowledge of suits. Or at least of what he wanted. Tony could work with that. “You have a name, gorgeous?”

The first answer he got was a snort. And, yeah sure, his appearance didn’t make the prettiest impression. He was aware of that.

But Tony hadn't sounded sarcastic, so a second answer followed.

“It’s Doctor Stephen Strange.”

Well, apparently the man wasn’t a hobo but a doctor. Tony still had a lot of opinions about his style choices though. Especially about that fuzzy animal that apparently died on his face and was now called beard.

“Alright, Stephen. I’m gonna take your measurements and then we’ll talk about the details. Cut, collar style…”

Stephen didn’t even have to think about it. He knew he wanted something simple and he had bought enough suits in the past, to know his stuff. “Single-breasted suit, two buttons, common lapel.“

“We’ll see about that.” Tony didn't even bother to look up from his tablet, where he was adding the notes in the newly created file for his strange customer. Then he reached for his tape measure, which he hung around his neck. “Strip.”

“Pardon?” Strange blinked at him dumbfounded. There might be a slight blush creeping on his cheek but it could also be a trick of the light.

“I can’t take your measurements with that airbag around you.”

“Oh.” Embarrassed, the doctor shed his coat. “Yes, of course.” Despite his words, he hesitated and played with the sleeve hem of the next layer. “The sweater too?”

“This will do. Step over here and relax. I’ll be gentle.” Tony always had customers who were a bit embarrassed. Sometimes it had to do with his person. Understandable, considering that every now and then he made an international hit in the fashion industry and branded all fashion magazine covers. Some also simply had difficulties with his personality. Tony flirted naturally and some men felt uncomfortable with that. Sometimes he notched it down a bit. Sometimes he simply blamed it on him being Italian.

He put on his reading glasses and with the tape measure in hand, he went to work. Strange posture was tense. Most people tried to stand as straight as possible when measuring – and never as they usually stood in their daily life. But the longer they had to stand there, waiting, the more they shifted back to their natural posture. And Tony could pass the time very well by talking.

“What color did you have in mind?” Tony asked off-handed.

Strange answered without missing a beat, “Black.”

Tony huffed. “Are you going to attend a black tie event?” He put the tape measure around Strange's chest. “Don’t raise your arms.”

Despite his flirting and outgoing nature, Tony was always professional in taking measurements. His touches didn’t linger longer than necessary, because he wasn’t a creep.

With practiced movements, he took the measurement, then stepped aside to record the number in his tablet and was back in his customer's personal space to take the next number.

“It’s not black tie,” Strange answered Tony's last question after a short pause. It sounded pressed, as if unwillingly.

Tony didn't let that faze him. “You want dark blue. It will make your eyes pop.” He glanced up briefly and winked at him, before turning back to his tablet. “Your date will thank me. Believe me.”

The doctor’s answer was quiet as if he didn’t want Tony to actually hear it. “I’ve got no date.”

“There’s still enough time to solve that problem. Angle your arm like this.” Tony put his one hand on Strange's elbow, the other on his wrist, to move the doctor’s arm as he needed to measure it. But as soon as he touched him, the doctor flinched and jerked his hand away.

The next moment Strange was blushing and forcing himself to stay in pose. "Sorry." He cleared his throat. “Like this?”

Tony nodded, but did not comment on his behavior, instead calmly measured the length of the sleeve from the shoulder to the back of his hand. As he did so, he noticed the trembling of the doctor’s hands and the scars that ran across his skin. No wonder that he had reacted strangely. He was probably pretty sensitive about that.

When Tony walked over to the table to write down the number, Strange immediately hid his hands from further view by pulling the sleeves of his sweater over them.

The rest of the measurements Tony needed for the jacket he got mostly from Strange’s back anyway. Then he moved on to the pants. The doctor was tall enough that he didn't even have to put him on a podium for that.

"Alright, I got everything I need," Tony announced afterwards. "Let's talk about colors. I've got some nice dark blues over here." He walked over to a shelf on the wall where rolls of fabric in various colors were stored. Most of them weren't too exciting – most custom suits that were commissioned remained classics.

Stephen was persisting with his previous opinion. "Black."

Tony looked at himself over the rim of his reading glasses. "Bellino, if you insist, well, it’s your money. But if you wanna show your best side…” He slapped the rolls of fabrics that could fit so many shades of blue in them.

Tony was a tailor first and a salesman second; if he believed in his product. And, oh – Tony believed in every single piece in this shop.

“Apropos money: as long as you’re no regular yet, I’ll need you to pay fifty percent up front and the rest when you pick the suit up.”

Strange paused for a moment. "I can't pay until next month." His words were softly spoken, as if they caused him personal discomfort.

Tony raised his eyebrows. He wouldn’t start working for a new customer before he had seen some money. But if he only started next month, there wouldn't be enough time with making the patterns, the fittings and everything. If he had made something for the doctor before and had a pattern that he knew fit him, it wouldn't be a problem. But for a stranger...

Strange looked visibly uncomfortable. Understandably so, because the prices at Stark's weren't exactly cheap. Only those who could afford it came to him.

"How did you say you knew Rhodey?" Tony asked.

"From rehab."

The tailor tilted his head. “He’s working with Doctor Stanfill.” He knew that because his friend often talked about it and he had already picked him up from there. And Tony didn't know anything about changing doctors.

Strange shook his head.“I’m a patient myself. Because of my hands.”

Tony's eyes automatically slid down to Strange's fingers, which the man nervously hid at the side of his body. He looked away immediately. His mama taught him better than to stare.

“We met at the East Coast Center For Nursing And Rehabilitation,“ Strange continued his explanation, in a way as if he just wanted to say something to avoid silence. “When I told him about the event, he said I should go to Stark‘s for a suit.“

It was rare for Rhodey to recommend anyone, at least so to Tony personally. He trusted his platypus. Tony also knew that the ECC was a place for the more difficult cases.

“Alright, maybe I can make an exception,” he decided. Strange's head shot up. “You pay that first rate as soon as you can by next month. And not a day later, capisce?”

Relieved, Strange nodded.

“I also need you to leave your phone number with me. And don’t think I will hesitate to tell Rhodey if you bail.”

“I will pay you as soon as I can. Thank you.” The doctor remembered one more thing. “Will that be fine with the owner?”

Tony realized that the man was clueless who he was. He suppressed a smirk, but did not enlighten him. “I can handle the owner just fine”, he reassured him instead. “I will accept donuts as a form of bribery though. Oh, and you will happily decide for a blue fabric.” Satisfied that he had had his way, Tony pulled the blue fabric from the shelf.

“I really don’t have a choice on that now, do I?” Strange sounded rather amused.

“You can always buy off the peg at Hammer’s if you insist on black.”

Strange grimaced. “Blue it is.”

Tony beamed at him. “Excellent. Let’s talk about collars.”

Somehow he liked this weird stray who stumbled in his shop. As they talked about the details, he realized that beneath all the layers of scrubby and intermittent insecurity was hidden a sharp mind and that the man was quite capable of keeping up with his wit.

If Tony had to guess, he’d say that life hadn’t been kind to the doctor recently.

The rehab center Rhodey attended was for exceptionally serious accidents. His best friend had crashed a plane while on a military mission. And from what he had seen, the doctor’s hands were a mess and Strange was obviously insecure about them.

Tony took his notes while they talked. Strange had good taste and turned out to be willing to cooperate. It was as if the ice had been broken after Tony's agreement to a later payment.

Twenty minutes later, Strange left the shop in a better mood than when he entered. He was still looking like a hobo but with a small smile on his lips.

[n1ghtpers0n15]

Important edit under this character’s background

Okay somebody asked nicely( @icarussmicarus )so here’s the two semi-old ocs that drew a year ago

By they y’all not get to much lore about them, just basically how they got on the (very unnamed) ship in the first place, cause 1: that would probably be spoiler-y for a story that would happen way later, and 2: I didn’t put to much thought into the lore of their past or childhood (mostly for one of them) but hey maybe I’ll make up something as I write this, who knows, not me! Anyways-

Aviva Arun

Aviva was in a chrysalis state under a shrub that her cocoon fell off of after becoming too heavy and was later found by someone who mistook the cocoon for a pretty stone who later traded her for herbs from the market’s herbalist, who then sold her for a small price since they had no use for the pretty “paperweight”

The person who bought her got pickpocketed later by the captain’s younger brother, who tossed her to the captain, who gave her to their first mate. Baby wasn’t even walking about, yet they were travelin’!

Back on the ship, the first mate had just tossed the chrysalis into a drawer and when she was about to close it, she noticed the “stone” seemed to be pulsing which weirded the absolute hell outta the first mate cause ya know, rocks do NOT do THAT- and they definitely have a weird spike repeatedly poking out of them

After stabbing the cocoon from the inside for a good few seconds the basically reborn noodle baby was back out into the world, and immediately not wanting to be in it after seeing the giant pair of eyes looking down at her in shock bolting to the back of the drawer. The first mate didn’t wanna accidentally kill it trying to grab it so she just left the smol in the open drawer and decided to check on it later since she has things to do, she told the captain when she got the chance and the duo decided to keep it around since the tiny critter wasn’t hurting anything by being there

By the way they had not a clue that she was a sapient (I think that’s the right word) child and not a newborn critter, didn’t even question how she seemed to be easier to handle

The first mate as well as some of the crew that were nearby were the first to find out when the cook offered the smol a piece of fruit to which the excited noodle squeaked “FRUIT!” and repeated the word till she got the fruit slice, everyone kinda just stopped and turned for a moment since everyone thought the wiggly thing on the first mates shoulder was a small animal and not a small PERSON. They still kept her though since the crew grew fond of the tiny noodle, there was no way the captain was leaving somewhere, the first would rather sell her own fingers than give her up, and to be honest would an orphanage really take someone in THAT small?

So yeah kept her, gave her an actual name since at first they were all just calling her Wiggles, stopped treating her like a critter and treated her like a person cause that’s what she was, just tiny, the cook’s made her some ponchos, not that she really needed them but he just wanted to make em and she liked what he made so he just never stopped making em, really he does it whenever he gets a chance, it’s a new hobby. She gets shoulder rides almost all day mostly on four specific people, the first mate, the captain, captain’s brother, and the cook, usually the captain since that seemed to be the safest.

When she got older Aviva started wandering around the ship wanting to map it out from a different perspective, course she didn’t do that alone at first, one of the crew mates who was also a tiny person helped make sure she didn’t get lost until she memorized the place, the first mate wasn’t sure about this at first but the captain convinced her that the noodle child would be fine and if they did try to “box her in” the kid would probably find a way to explore anyway, she’s an adventurous lil smol. However she is not to leave the captain’s cabin during raids for a very good reason that Aviva is not aware of, she was told it was a just a trade but she wasn’t really told why she couldn’t be out at those times, she tries not to question it too much though since she was forced to promise not to leave the cabin during raids.

She didn’t really do much on the ship, Aviva kinda just lives there, the only chores she does have is helping the cook retrieve any eggs from the shikiis (a weird alien chicken) or pushing the right ingredients towards him, he doesn’t need help with either of these things but it gives Aviva something to do. She offered to help out the doc too, they said she wouldn’t like what she saw

Fun fact: The captain and first mate DID NOT approve of the shikii egg chore, since those birds are bigger than Aviva and they, were, MEAN, the only reason it’s being allowed is because the cook was right there with her and he was the only person that those feathered jerks seemed to respect or fear

Another fun fact: Aviva’s favorite stones are rubys and pearls and she use’s earrings as pins (I had no reason to say this I just wanted to throw it out there) also her last name came from the captain and first mate

More stuff I forgot to add: The captain and first mate are extremely wary about taking her to places, especially markets since it’s highly possible that someone would swipe Aviva off someone’s shoulder and run, so she’s always on captain when their on planet, specifically either her hat or on the inside of the coat collar behind her hair, which is probably the best choice since the captain’s like 8 feet with a few inches to spare, doesn’t mean they’re not still cautious though

In the picture above she’s 14 years old and she’s 9 inches in length, when upright she’s (probably) 4 inches in height, she’s of an unnamed tiny salamander species that seemed to evolve like an insect from what the doc figured out but they’re unsure if she’ll evolve again

Edit: If you’re currently thinking “I swear there was another character on this post, there was sorry I deleted it, but I am not getting of the character (Darcy) I’m just gonna change the ENTIRETY of his background, cause to be honest I HATED IT

I HATED thinking about it, I HATED writing it, and I STILL HATED it after I wrote it

The background was way too dark, way too long, revealed too much, and I’m sure it made people REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE and I am REALLY SORRY about that

And because of this stuff Darcy O’dair will not be seen for awhile since he really needs a much better background, it would still have some angst to it, BUT it will be nothing like the last one cause it was just BAD

So again I’m sorry if his last origins has made anyone uncomfortable, I’ve should’ve put much more thought into what I wrote, especially for this fandom, and I WILL be putting ALOT more thought into it when I write him again

Sorry

[great-tusk]

🆘: How do you let (S/I) know that they’re on your mind when you’re someplace crowded? (for Blue!)

(@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic and @zomboyfren.)

“Thank you so much for the asks!!! I’m so excited to talk about my boyfriend! And thank you, Hunter! Me and Quentin are so perfect together.” -Dawn

“Feel free to shoot me an ask anytime. I like these ask games. I love talking about Quentin (and a ton of other things, too).” -Blue

🆘: How do you let (S/I) know that they’re on your mind when you’re someplace crowded?

“I like to keep my hand practically glued to Quentin’s when we’re out. If it’s not that, my arm’s around his waist. So he’s always reminded I’m there, and he’s always on at least a piece of my mind, no matter what we’re up to. But if I feel like he needs an extra little reminder, I’ll squeeze his hand or give him a kiss or pet his head until he rests it on my shoulder. If we can’t be physically touching, I’ll look at him until he looks back, and I’ll blow him a kiss when he does.”

“I love holding Quentin’s hand, too. I keep him close to me. And I like to nuzzle my head into his neck. If I have something to say, I’ll whisper right into his ear, and I’ll make sure to tell him super nice things.”

🧸: What does your bed look like? Is it just you and (S/I)? Are there stuffed animals? How many blankets and pillows do you have? Do you prefer the bed to be hot or cold?

“Well, Quentin loves plushies. So about half of our bed is taken up by them. Luckily we have a king, so we both still (barely) fit. He needs three pillows, and about 10 blankets. I only use like two pillows, but we share the blankets. It helps, since he keeps the room freezing cold to stay cool under the blankets. I like to keep warm, and he likes to be cold, but he doesn’t mind if he heats up while we’re cuddling.”

“My bed has a bunch of stuffed animals, and so does his! When he comes and visits me, he always pets mine. I have a few thick blankets and a couple of pillows, but he has a TON of blankets and three pillows! His bed is so super cozy when I stay over and sleep in it.”

👾: What are your favorite things to do with (S/I)? Who’s better at them?

“Training! Battling! I’ve put a lot of time into it, and I’d like to say I’m better, even if there’s a possibility that it’s not QUITE true. I also enjoy the time that we spend at home. He’s definitely better at sleeping. I don’t wake up super early or anything, but Quentin probably spends more time asleep than awake. He’s a super heavy sleeper, too, and he needs his rest, so I don’t even try to wake him anymore. But it’s basically together, since I’ll sit in the room and do something quietly while I watch him. His chest rises and falls so rhythmically under all of the blankets.”

“When there’s a duos contest, he likes to join me. Otherwise, we compete separately. I have a hard time ranking us, since I’m maybe a little biased due to liking him a lot AHAHA. He looks stunning up on that stage, and he always chooses moves that compliment his Pokémon perfectly.

“We like to go shopping together, but that’s not exactly a competitive activity. I probably enjoy it more, though. I think that he mostly just joins because I like it and he likes me.”

🎃: Are you or (S/I) artsy at all? Do you ever hand-make things for each other?

“He sometimes puts himself down when it comes to art, and I pout at him about it. He’s super talented, and I treasure everything he’s ever made me. When he makes me cool digital art, I pull it up on my phone to show anyone who’ll look. It’s my phone background. (My Lock Screen is a cute picture of me giving him a kiss while we share a scarf on a cold fall day. His cheeks are so rosy because of the cold and the closeness between us.) He’s also an amazing author! Sometimes he just writes about memories with me. Like what he thought and how he felt in little moments. My heart practically melts. He’s literally the cutest person ever!

“I never really thought of myself as an artistic person before Quentin. I kinda put myself in a box, but he’s had me try a bunch of things with him, and I’ve grown attached to some. My favorite is probably making pottery. I’m really good at it, too! I’ve given Quentin a nice vase that I hand-built and glazed myself, and he keeps flowers that I give him in it.”

“Does baking count? I love making poffins! I even make them for his Pokémon, too. And not to brag, but I totally perfected a recipe for ones that his Haxorus adores. Other than that, I like to draw sometimes, when I make time. It’s super relaxing, and I give Quentin some of the ones that I’m most proud of. He draws for me, too, sometimes, and I love it! He keeps a lot of creative things private, so it feels super special, too.”

🌾: Name five of your favorite things about (S/I). (Feel free to be as descriptive as you want!)

“His eyes! They practically sparkle in the sunlight, and my favorite color is always whatever I see when we make eye contact.

“His lips! He hates them because they’re rough and chapped, but there’s nobody I’d rather kiss.

“His perseverance! He tries and tries and tries and never stops. We’re both super determined and somewhat stubborn, and I like it a lot about him.

“His talents! He’s amazing at battling and contests and singing and art and just everything!”

“And for the fifth thing, his kindness! He’s so nice to me, but he’s nice to everyone else, too! Unless someone’s really mean, he’s always so good to everyone. I like it a lot about him.”

💐: If you saw this thing in the store, you would instantly buy it for (S/I)! What is the thing?

“Anything dragon related! Quentin’s a fan of every dragon! He has a cute little Bagon figure that I got him, and he keeps it on his dresser. His Mega Salamence likes it, too.”

[commander-snacks]

Okay i'm genuinely curious What do you like about that boss from Elden Ring? No offence of course! It's just that i do not understand the appeal myself, and am trying to comprehend it (but maybe i am too weak /lighthearted) Btw your OC's are cute and your games are good

First of all THANK YOUUU for liking my OCs and games theyre my greatest joy<3

now for my other greatest joy Godskin noble :3 I’ll put under a readmore so this doesn’t wall up anybody’s dash

I get that hes probably an odd choice in most peoples eyes (or not probably, definitely. I’ve been roasted abt it very hard lol) but I genuinely think he is the perfect man. Perfection isn’t even real but he’s as close to it as possible I think. He is so unbelievably handsome and aesthetically pleasing that I seriously can’t name a single thing I would change about him. I love monster boys and his psudo-human appearance is so cool when you really take in his odd proportions and reptilian features (ie: tail) and oh my god his face has like every feature I love in a man. Tired baggy eyes, cute pouty expression, strong brow, visible age lines, and this isn’t something I like in all characters but GOD his gorgeous piercing golden eyes 🫣 i wanna just run my finger over every little part of his face like I’m admiring a marble sculpture. I love that even as he’s fighting you he almost looks bored, keeping an elegant air to him at all times. Speaking of elegant I don’t know if you seen a video of his boss fight but I really reccomend you do because his movements are beautiful. He uses his sword so skillfully it’s like a dance. I could watch him for hours. Especially his tail!! They animated it beautifully.

I also love his voice, we don’t hear much of it but it’s such a deep, gruff voice that I just adore❤️❤️😭❤️💕 i would pay a million dollars for him to have just one proper line of dialog but I’m happy listening to what we have~

His lore is also insanely cool. Being an elden ring character with no dialog, what we know about him and the others like him is pretty limited to location and item descriptions. Basically he is one of the few left of a race known as godskins that served a “gloam eyed queen”, and their main thing is killing the gods and wearing their flesh. If you have an hour to kill this video is great https://youtu.be/lKqR4WXMa7Y?si=xQGTQnYbAZ_r1rWA

There’s also this one which is a bit shorter but older, it’s a bit more digestible

There are indeed many godskin nobles in the game, so he’s not even really a singular character, but I have particular fondness for the one in volcano manor and tend to ship my tarnished with that one most of the time~ I headcanon him as a mute, incredibly somber man that puts his duties above all else and has little time for nonsense. Though of course my tarnished is 100% nonsense all the time. Opposites attract ❤️

Oh and in case you were wondering “how far into this post before sawney mentions he likes fat guys” it’s right here. love me a fat guy.

I’d post pics and videos in this ask to better illustrate my points but I’m on my phone so I’ll just reblog relevant stuff after posting

[awaitingfall]

07.22.24

136.4

Crazy how it only took me 3 days to gain back the same amount of weight that took me 2 weeks to lose 😮‍💨 I really shouldn’t have smoked yesterday cuz I instantly got the munchies and started eating too late into the afternoon. I also ate almost an entire package of Tate’s cookies on our picnic we went on yesterday, AND my bf talked me into getting gelato on Saturday and we both ate too much of that 😭 I gotta be better on my period. I even told myself I’d regret all these choices when the day to finally weigh again came, but then I told myself “it’s the last day before I start my routine again, I deserve a treat” 🥲 I wish I had thought harder about the consequences.

So now my goal for this week is to get back to 133, and then if that goal is reached, my next goal will be 131 by the end of next week. AND THEN HOPEFULLY by the end of August/beginning of September I’ll be somewhere in the mid-120’s 🤞🏻

I had called out sick from work this past Thursday and the other girls ended up having to leave early anyways because there wasn’t enough work to do, I’m hoping there will be something for us to do today. OH! Speaking of work, I went to the mall on Friday with my mom to help her pick out a new pair of glasses and I mentioned to the girl that was helping us that I used to be the lab tech at the other glasses place in the mall and she offered me part-time work there cuz she ended up being the sales manager. I thought at first she was just saying that to be nice, but then she said it again as we were leaving. So that’s really cool I have a back up/side gig option if I feel like money is getting a little tight. I do miss working closer to home, but if I quit my current job that I really wanted to get back, then I’d only be working part-time and that definitely wouldn’t be enough money coming in. Maybe I can see about working part-time in the winter? Friday-Sunday, especially since I don’t do anything on the weekends in the winter time. I’ll just hustle a little to save up for a house and a trip to Japan (finally) 😌

My bf and I have been considering moving to Japan temporarily, especially with the way the US been actin’ up lately. He at least has some sort of an in, though, cuz the company he works for is a Sake brewery with their main headquarters in Japan, so he could tell them he’s interested in working for the main brewery and spending time there and they’d probably send him in a heartbeat. They like that shit. One of their requirements for the job was to be interested in Japan and Japanese culture. So they’d probably be so excited to hear that one of the American employees wants to experience life over there. Only thing is, idk if they’d also send me. I highly doubt it, so I’d have to come up with my own visa. I could get a student visa. I’ve been trying to learn Japanese since 2016 when I took elementary Japanese in college, but it’s been a struggle trying to self study since then. I know basics, but the speaking part is difficult for me because I have no one to practice with so I stutter and take way too long to think of the sentences before I try to speak. Just doesn’t flow naturally. So studying in Japan would be a great opportunity to get better. Only problem is I wouldn’t be bringing in any money 🥲 so idk. Plus we have our cat that we need to consider cuz I also don’t want to put her under so much stress traveling so far and long like that. Plus they have that animal quarantine and all her documents have to be sent over super far in advance. So yeah, it’s just a lot to take care of. It wouldn’t be as stressful if we didn’t have her, but our life wouldn’t be the same without her so I’m, grateful for my Chichi baby 🥹💕

(I can hear my bf playing one of those YouTube live Coffee shop jazz videos upstairs while he’s drinking his morning coffee lol he used to make fun of me for playing that as background noise in the morning, but he’s come to enjoy it now)

Okay! Today will be a great day! I already started on the right path by waking up at 5, then meditating, exercising, showering, and journaling. Now I’ve gotta feed my cat, feed myself, and get ready for a good day at work 😤

[citrus-cactus]

For the fanfiction writing asks game: 27, 35, 43, 49. Thank you <3

Oh, thank you so much! Ask game is here.

Under a cut because this got kind of long. There’s art in it, though!

27). What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

I used to feel pretty confident about my ability to write dialogue, but these days I'm not so sure about that! I have several older fics/fic chapters that basically only exist because conversations between two characters entered my brain more-or-less fully-formed… which is one sort of “strength,” I suppose, but dialogue being “easy” (on the occasions when it is!) doesn’t mean it’s a strength of my writing. I do think I’m pretty good at hearing certain character voices in my head (though I fret way more about characterization if I’m writing in a non-dub/non-English language continuity!). But I think my answer to this question also has to include… emotions? Or like. Describing how a character feels without outright saying it. More often than not, my outlines (such as they are) end up being a combination of key dialogue and emotional beats, and I’ll fill in the blanks of a fic around those two things. If I feel like I can nail a character’s words and feelings, that piece of writing feels like it becomes something I could become proud of. I don’t know if that answers the question!

35). What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

I read bits and pieces of my slow-burn Pokemon XY romance, "Twenty Questions" (warning: this fic is 90% PG, but two of the later chapters are rated M for sexytimes!), the other night and… darn it, it almost certainly contains some of the best stuff I’ve ever written. Even though it’s unfinished, there’s just so much I still like about it. I put several bits and pieces of myself into it, and rereading it, I think a LOT of my own fears about being loved and accepted are pretty apparent, ahaha. It was going to end with the main POV character doing something he thinks is both scary and difficult, but ultimately he’s OK going through with it because he’s doing it with the person he loves. When I planned that as the ending, I really, REALLY needed that to be true for myself and my own circumstances! So it’s a very personal and self-indulgent fanfic, both from a story-for-these-specific-characters perspective and my-own-emotional-needs perspective. Working on this fic was probably uh… really important for my mental health in 2015-2016, actually. It’s something I took a lot of joy in writing and publishing, and have a lot of fond memories of, despite the other stuff that was going on those years!

I think I got what I needed from writing that fic, so I don’t feel a huge need to finish it anymore. I do hate leaving it unfinished, though (and the ending is written!! But there’s one sticky chapter to get through before I can publish it!). So maybe I’ll continue it someday, if I can go back to that headspace.

43). Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Hmm, not so much a trope, fanfiction-wise. I really try not to think in terms of tropes when plotting out stories or deciding what to write, even though they most definitely happen. But ideas, yes!! I have an original story and characters that I would LOVE to put out in the world someday (as a comic book, video game, or something else). It’s something I started working on in high school(!) and it’s gone through a LOT of changes over the years (though honestly not enough, which is why it just exists in my head and in 5 zillion notebooks!). The easiest way to summarize it is to say it’s Greek myth revisionism mixed with magical girl anime and don’t-take-them-too-seriously fantasy-action TV dramas (like Xena or Buffy the Vampire Slayer)… and to circle back to trope talk, it is intended to be in conversation with both modern and ancient storytelling tropes galore. And I mean… this probably should be counted as fanfiction, because it most definitely uses a specific myth and Greek tragedy and the characters from that story as a starting point! But you have to draw the line somewhere, and I chose to say this is my multi-influence, original-fiction baby.

I’m so late answering this ask because I had to draw my beautiful kids that I love so much, just so I could show them to you (though I realized as I was working on this that it’s been WAY TOO LONG since I’ve drawn some of them, aaaah! I’m genuinely out of practice… looking at you, Greek helmet T^T)

Yes of course they have names, but those are a secret right now. So you get their starting roles in the story, and sometimes their full-time roles, where applicable :)

If it’s not clear how much I love drawing big, floofy anime hair after this, I don’t know what to tell you. I LOVE DRAWING BIG FLOOFY ANIME HAIR!!!!!!!1

49). What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

Already answered here, and for you, I’d say at least part of that answer still stands! “The Great Unknown” (warning: contains PG-rated Taishiro) is the thing I like to point people to the most. If you prefer to read something with no romance, I think “Stargazing,” which is a Joe and Gomamon friendship story (warning: uses American English dub names and characterization), is my strongest showing, Digific-wise. It’s also an example of a fic that was born out of dialogue that just came to me out of the blue one day, and I was compelled to write a short story around!

Phew! These answers were all probably TMI, but thank you for letting me talk about some things I’ve made that are really important to me! <3

[eiffel-cat-tower]

it’s been a lot to think abt this year and i can’t even remember what i really had for last year. i remember telling blanche how i hoped i wouldn’t have to think abt them as much, and i’m not sure if i actually managed that goal. especially considering the last 3 months ended up being working on a massive document.

but i made improvement overall, despite and in spite of all the breakdowns. i faced it. i’ve been facing it. i genuinely looked at everything i could, all of it, and found myself to not be as abhorrent as they tried to make me.

i had an amazing tarot reading for the first time in person, and i really need to just keep moving. i’ve felt i’ve been making good progress with cleaning my room a lot these past days. i’m not ready yet for a lot of things but i’m not completely sitting still either.

i hope this year will bring more closure regarding xo and while i can always aim to have the most positive impact with the documents, i’m aware of how badly it can also go. and still, i want to believe. i’ve gone through every stage of grief enough to where i’m feeling confident that this isn’t from a place of revenge, but love. love for myself and standing up for myself, love for them in that the biggest callout of their actions. whether they listen or not. it’s my truth.

with that going forward, i want to have more love for life and in general. i’m extremely guarded for romantic love, but i do want to remain open to that as well if i feel i’m in a decent headspace and that i’m with someone who actually respects me and my boundaries.

for more resolutions: (i’ll probs edit this throughout the day, i’m sleepy rn)

1. love

2. take care of myself more!! on a super basic level. less forgetting dishes, doing more laundry (it’s been half of a mental block and outside energy), brushing and flossing upkeep.

3. eating better. a constant one i have. especially with my dire conditions lately

4. be better with filing things. probably also go through my files so it’s more organized.

5. exercise. it’s been a huge one lately, i still really want to work on flexibility. meditation also kinda falls under this

6. read and write more. work on my new journal!! and also add to old ones. sketch more. work on OCs

7. clean my room. regularly and also really revamp it with the furniture. let go of more, find things i rly want.

8. video game a bit more mindfully. take breaks, look away from screens (my eyes!), clear all the ultimates and finishing more achievements in ff. 80% at least by the end of the year? and start more new games!! but keep it more relaxing. raiding has been enough stress

9. gardennnnnnnnn ideally

10. light candles more!!! more baths. more self care to destress and really find out what destresses me. i’m not good with relaxing

11. animal rescue more. my heart. do more work and get better at talking with people

12. i wouldn’t say stream more but maybe more mindful. try to aim for some sort of schedule. put a lil more though into it

not rly sure what else rn, it’s like 2am lol

[rainyearning]

midncghts​:

“ uuuh, being a horny idiot for you , obviously. makes me do stupid things like end up locked in a store. ” silas counterattacks with the same tone as the other . even though being in that situation sucked , he would rather be there with him than anything else. when hyeon lets go of his hand , silas wants to take it back as if it were a necessity but he doesn’t , he just looks at him with the fondest smile as hyeon inspects the t-shirt. “ fine. you don’t want to steal the everyone’s attention so let’s find something. ” he says as he wraps his hand around hyeon’s wrist , feeling his pulse under his digits. “ you should wear a suit , you always look good in them. ” silas mentions guiding them to the appropriate section in search of one. that was probably his second favorite look , the classic black suit. him being naked only for him would always be first. he didn’t know why he liked to see him dressed like that , maybe because of the way he looked so elegant or the way his tiny waist looked so huggable and pretty. silas looks for one in hyeon’s size , plus a white shirt and black tie. “ this one should fit you . . . you have to try it on. if you don’t like it , we’ll find something else. ”

“Yeah that indeed is pretty stupid..” But it has Hyeon grin, ears turning red while he lowers his gaze shortly. ��Maybe I’ll wear a crop top for you sometime, well, no superman print on it, but a basic one maybe?” The shirt really isn’t what he was looking for nor does it fit with the pants. But he appreciates the joke and the teasing that came with it. While being dragged by Silas, Hyeon lets his gaze wander over his options, though he could only agree with the other. A suit was probably most fitting for the occasion. He’s full on staring back at Silas, bathing in the compliments and also.. not commenting on them. Sometimes Silas was a bit like an animal and a comment like this could scare him off, he would then stop saying nice things, as if he realized what he just said and didn’t want to elaborate in it. “Classic black and white.. I mean, I trust you so.” He pursed his lips, taking the items of clothes from Silas and inspecting each before he actually put them aside. He didn’t need to go for a cabin, it was just the two of them anyways, right? And so Hyeon would undress right there, kicking off his shoes, slipping out of the hoodie and the pair of pants before he was easing himself into the suit. After buttoning up his shirt, he was holding out the tie to Silas, giving him doe eyes. “You know.. ties never really were my strength..” He draped it over his neck, approaching Silas a bit so the older male could fix it for him. “I.. think you should put one on too.. for fun, you know? It could be fun.. we both dressed in a nice suit.” So far he had brought the weeding up only once, casually mentioning that he still had no plus one but also.. not daring to ask him though. he was just.. casually checking the waters? “I always liked you wearing suits. You have the right body for a suit.”

[gougemyeyesoutsblog]

Ok, y’all I have an idea. A villain who already has one darling who was once a hero, and basically trains them to be a good house person. Then they see another cutie that they want under their belt, and they take them too. They tell their other sweetheart that they’re having another darling added to their relationship, but the first darling feels insecure now and wonders if they’re even enough anymore, do they matter to their yandere anymore, what’s gonna happen to them? So immediately bad blood happens between the newbie, and the first darling, while the yandere is all accepting, and nice, the first darling is just scowling and giving reader the evil eye, and being super jealous, so they kinda start making their life hell. They put noise makers in their room to make them think they’re going crazy, drop hot items on them, and then saying “my hand slipped” or some other bull shit excuse, flushing the toilet or starting a load of laundry when reader is in the shower, etc. but then, one day as they’re walking around the house, while the yandere is out, they find reader and see them on the floor on their back just sleeping because of the noise maker being in their room, (and I’m just gonna include a pet cause why not, but a pet who’s snuggled up real close and nice to them), Just living in each other’s presence, and they see that maybe they’ve been too mean to someone who barely knows what’s going on. I mean, nobody wants to be kidnapped by random people who’ve never even bought you a drink before, let alone met you, and now here you are with another victim who’s upset and jealous even though they were in that exact position a while ago. So they start to rethink their decision, and they take the noise maker out of the room, they buy some things for the reader online bc they probably threw them out or something, like hygiene products, and favorite foods, and they start to overall just make their space more accepting for them. The final thing they do, is move them back to their room and put the animal there too. They know it’s probably feel better than sleeping on the floor, so while your exhausted and sleeping in their arms, they walk you back to your room, and lay you down gently like a fragile artifact ready to break. Then they close the door and get to cooking. The yandere comes home with all the ordered stuff, and they see their og darling despondent, and withdrawn and they ask them what’s wrong, and the darling just breaks down. They talk about how guilty they feel for not letting you feel something other that fear and discomfort around them, and how they purposefully did those bad things to you, and how terrible they feel, and why they feel that way. They talk about how they don’t want to be forgotten when the rest of the world did that anyways when they were taken away, they don’t want to be forgotten by the person that says they love them, and they just cry. The yandere sees this, and comforts them and tells them it’s all ok, and they still love them, but they aren’t gonna tell reader the truth, bc they know if their new darling knows then shits gonna hit the fan in a more “I NEVER WANTED TO BE HERE AND YOU’VE DONE ALL THIS TO ME BECAUSE YOUR JEALOUS?!?!” Kinda way. Basically the og darling is given a slap on the wrist talking down too, while reader wakes up and just ignores all of them wondering how they woke up in their room, while going over to get a drink from the kitchen. The yandere then says “hey come over here darling, I’ve noticed that your not totally here right now, but tonight your sleeping with me and darling tonight, ok.” I’ll make a part two if this gets some traction.

[whumpinggrounds]

Cry for Help

CW: past whump, hopelessness, disbelief, angst

“Kid!”

August cringes when the villain throws their arms around him, and then regrets it instantly. They draw back and now he doesn’t know how to reach for them again. “Sorry, sorry.” They scratch the back of their neck. “I, uh. Personal space. I get it! Should’ve figured you’d be a little jumpy with sudden movements and personal space and all.”

“N-no, I…” August holds out his arms, forcing himself to, even though he feels awkward. The villain grabs him again and pulls him into a tight hug. They hold August close for a moment, and August feels his throat get hoarse. When the villain pulls back, August tries to swipe discreetly at his eyes, and the villain is kind enough not to mention it.

He’s so goddamn relieved that they’re alive.

“Man. Man, have I been worried about you.” The villain shakes their head, and their voice is so expressive August can imagine the look on their face below their mask. “That fucking guy you’re with is a piece of work. I mean, honestly, he’s a piece of shit. Sorry. I hope he’s not a friend of yours.”

August laughs, but the way that the villain looks at him tells him there’s more despair in that laugh then he’d meant to let on. “Ha. No.”

The villain lets out a mournful sigh. “Kid, I’m so sorry.”

“No – no, this is all wrong.” August shakes his head. “I’m the one that should be apologizing to you. I…I gave you up.”

The villain rolls their eyes. Even under the black mask, that’s visible. “Kid, I don’t expect you to hold up under torture. I don’t expect anyone to hold up under torture. That guy…”

August shakes his head. “I…I told our team leader that it was you. That you hurt me. And that basically gave them permission to…to go after you. And then Don kept you prisoner! And probably…I mean, I know he must’ve hurt you, and now you’re here?” August waves a hand, indicating all of it, everything around them, mostly this filthy, falling-down house on the outskirts of town.

The villain laughs. “I’ve been in worse places for worse reasons, trust me. I’m just fine.” They squeeze August’s shoulder. “It’s you that I’m worried about. You’re still working with that guy. I assume you’re living with him, too?” August shrugs, and the villain sighs. “You need to get out from under that guy’s thumb. Don – was that his name?”

Fear freezes August where he stands. “N-no – I mean – I m-misspoke, that’s not, that’s not his real-” His breathing picks up, imagining what Don will do to him after hearing that August gave away his real name to a supervillain.

“Woah, woah, woah.” The villain raises their hands like they’re surrendering, or maybe trying to calm a frightened animal. “Hey. Sorry. I’m on your side here, kid. I’ll, uh, pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Please,” August says, putting as much feeling into it as he can. The villain shifts, and August knows they’re uncomfortable, even without being able to see their face. He wonders if they’re just an especially easy to read person. Or maybe…maybe he just knows them pretty well, at this point.

Rubbing a hand over their masked face, the villain waves August over to a couch nearby. It looks ancient, and dusty, and has several suspicious stains, but the villain flops down on it, and August figures it might be rude not to do the same. “You need to get away from that guy.”

August looks down at his hands, and the dirty floor past them. “I…yeah. I just…I really want to be a superhero.” The words sound small. Pathetic. Forlorn. He clears his throat. “I just…I want to help people. I really want to help people. And I know that I can.”

“You don’t need to put yourself through this to help people.” The villain’s voice is so earnest it hurts. “There are better ways of helping people than being a licensed vigilante, anyway.”

August swallows. He tries to explain himself, but he doesn’t quite understand it either – why he keeps trying, why he doesn’t leave. He’s had the same dream for so long. It’s a worthy dream, too. Isn’t it? The words licensed vigilante ring a little too true in his ears. “I just…I just keep thinking it’ll get better. And then instead it…it gets worse.”

The villain nods. “Have you tried talking to anyone about it?”

“I…my family wouldn’t understand. They’d just demand that I come home right away.” Miserable, August lifts his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug. “My friends would say the same, and I couldn’t…I can’t make anyone understand how important to me this is.”

“Yeah.” The villain bumps August’s shoulder with theirs, and August rewards them with a faint smile. “I get that, though. That drive. Makes you give up everything else for the thing you want most.” August just nods, not trusting himself to speak. The villain lets him stay quiet for a moment, but then they try one more time. “Isn’t there anyone else you can talk to?”

“I…I don’t know anyone else here besides my team, and my team …my team wouldn’t believe me.”

“You sure about that?”

“I just don’t want to risk it.”

The villain sighs. “Kid, you have to risk it. Or nothing is going to get better.”

Vehement, August shakes his head. “I won’t. I can’t. Not when…this is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

The villain nods. August watches the smooth surface of their mask, wishing he could see the expression on their face. They nod again. “Look, I…I get that. I do. You know…” They take a deep breath – August hears the whistle of the air. “You know, there’s an anonymous police tipline. For hero or vigilante abuse of power.”

August gulps. “Um. Okay.”

“I think…kid, I really think you should try it. Just try.”

“I…”

“Just…here. Right now. With me.” Their voice warms, and August knows they’re smiling at him, all encouraging, under their mask. “I believe you. I’ll do my own call. You don’t have to say who you are, or any details. Just so there’s a report out there, you know?”

“O…okay.” August shifts in his spot on the couch. He thinks about it for a second. “Okay.” The idea that he can do something, say something, is intoxicating. The idea of Don being scared into stopping is so alluring it stops his breath for a second. He imagines Don cowed and the relief in August’s chest threatens to lift him right off the ground like a balloon. He knows he doesn’t sound sure, but…but he can do this. He can. “Okay.”

The ringing seems like it lasts forever. Nervous anticipation builds in August’s chest until he feels like he’s going to scream. The villain pats his knee reassuringly, and August manages a smile. When he hears someone pick up, he still almost jumps out of his skin.

“Police confidential super abuse tipline, Devon speaking.” The voice is flatly professional, disinterested. August takes a deep breath.

“Hello. I would, um, like to report an incident of hero abuse?”

It’s weird hearing his voice distorted. It’s higher, grainy. The villain said that most people go low, but they prefer a higher disguise, maybe just because it’s different. Mostly, August is just grateful that he’s using their phone, so there’s no way – absolutely no way – this can be traced back to him.

“Right. And which hero are you accusing?”

The word accuse makes August wince. “I, um. I would like to report…he goes by Breaker?”

“Breaker. Right. Yeah, he’s registered with our department. Twelve years of service. No prior complaints.”

Is August imagining the frosty tone of the person on the line? He swallows hard.

“He, um…he b-beat me up. He…he hurt me.”

“Mm. Were your injuries sustained in the course of committing a crime?”

“No.”

“Were you suspected of committing a crime at the time that Breaker harmed you?”

“No.”

“What, exactly, happened?”

“Um…” August darts a glance at the villain. He doesn’t know how to tell this story anonymously. “He just…he just attacked me.”

The voice on the other end of the line drips disdain. “Right. So, a career superhero with twelve years of distinguished service to the department attacked a civilian, unprovoked, and for absolutely no reason?”

“I…I can’t talk about…why.” August gulps. “I’m afraid…I’m afraid he’ll come after me.”

“Yeah, well, without more specific information I’m not sure we can help you. Do you have any witnesses to this attack? Anyone that can back up your…story?”

August shuts his eyes. He feels like he can’t breathe. The wave of impotent anger and misery and most of all shame feels like it’s going to drown him. “No.”

“Yeah. I think you’d better not call here again.”

August sucks in a quick breath. “Yeah. I think so too.” He hangs up, tossing the phone back to the villain. They reach out, but he turns away, facing toward the wall so he can pretend they don’t know that he’s crying.

“Look, I’ll call, too. Obviously, I’m a villain, so they won’t take my report as seriously, but at least it’ll be two claims on the record, instead of just one. I’ll give details. I’ll say my name – my code name, at least.”

The villain’s voice is encouraging, almost pleading, but August shakes his head. “No. There’s no point.” He returns his gaze to the floor as he says it, shoulders slumping. “Nothing is going to change.”

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~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

[quibbs126]

More swap au sketches

So first off is Flora trying to comfort Desmond, since she’s supposed to take him under her wing after the whole Locklair situation, which I feel I’ve explained in other posts, but yeah she helps him out and so Flora gets her own apprentice. I’ll try drawing Desmond post-Locklair at a later date

Next I slightly tweaked Hershel’s design, because something about it felt off to me, particularly the hair drooping down so much. I feel like he looked more like a younger version of that director guy from Mystery Journey to be honest. I’m not sure if I should tweak his design more, but I’m satisfied with this one for now

Then I wanted to show Triton actually talking to animals, and this is something he uses both in real life investigations and for inspiration in his novels (for a refresher, Triton is a mystery novel writer. Hershel reads his books). Then I just wanted to draw Triton and Hershel interacting, and just made them talk about it

Last I drew Hershel just reading a book, specifically one of Triton’s books, just because I wanted to and also to draw his hair without the hat, since I imagine he doesn’t wear it 24/7. Normally I’d put this last because I drew it last, but I have quite a bit to say about the next drawing

And I drew Locklair seeing his father again (even if I didn’t show Leon). The idea in my head is that in the same story where the group becomes involved with Targent, Locklair ends up sneaking into the Nest (or wherever Targent’s located) and he finally finds his father (or both parents at the same time, I haven’t decided), and he’s shocked to see him wearing a Targent uniform and trying to find the Azran Legacy, just like the rest of Targent. He had taken off his mask because he thought he didn’t need to wear it anymore, hence why it’s in his hands. Leon ends up seeing him and is shocked, calling out to him as Hershel in disbelief that he’s really there, but Desmond is shocked and confused, asking why he’s wearing the Targent uniform, demanding to know whether he’s working for Targent. Leon reluctantly says yes, but before he can explain, Desmond lashes out at him, asking why they could even think to work for Targent, why they abandoned him and Theodore, how he’s had to spend so long, sacrifice everything just so that he could find them again only to find this, if they had always been working for Targent and their “kidnapping” was just a ploy so they could get rid of the two of them, and basically just lashing out at Leon in any way he can think of, eventually putting his mask back on and leaving in anger. Also, if he knows about Emmy’s connection to the two, he may claim that they replaced him and Theodore with her, asking if it was because they weren’t good enough, or if she was what they wanted instead. During his entire tirade, his emotions are clear on his face, feeling hurt and betrayed, confused about the entire situation, and tears streaming down his face. When Desmond leaves, Leon tries to go after him, but Desmond tells him to leave him alone and never to speak to him again, and the whole interaction leaves Leon devastated. The Bronev parents end up seeing Hershel (Theodore) as well later on (or maybe it’s just Rachel, while Leon tries to find Desmond?), and they’re able to explain things to him and he’s able to understand their situation, even if at first he doesn’t either, though he doesn’t lash out at them like Desmond did. At some climatic point, Leon is able to find Desmond, and in some confrontation between Leon and Targent, Desmond sees that Leon really does care about his family over Targent, and later Leon is able to fully explain the situation to Desmond, and Desmond apologizes for what he said earlier, and they get to have their emotional reunion they originally had both wanted.

One specific scenario I came up with was that Locklair ends up causing trouble for Targent, and one of the other members, possibly the current director of Targent, decides that they’ve had enough of this pest and trains their gun on him, and Leon objects, begging them to not hurt his son, possibly even saying they promised not to hurt his children, only for them to betray that trust, so he tries to take matters into his own hands, but the gun ends up being shot anyways, and while Leon was able to prevent to wound from being fatal, Desmond still ends up getting shot pretty badly and passing out from it, and once Leon sees this, all bets are off and he just turns on the Targent members, beating them up but particularly the one who shot Desmond. Their reconciliation happens after the fact when Desmond is recovering at the hospital

So yeah, essentially that’s what I have for the Bronev parents, though I admit I talked more about Leon than Rachel. She’s here too, and I may change things to involve her more, but I guess I didn’t talk much about her because I want Desmond and Leon to interact, given their interactions in the canon universe

Also I’m not sure whether Desmond becomes Flora’s apprentice before or after the whole Bronev thing, since I envision him as still moody at that point in time, whereas after reuniting with his parents he starts to be happy again (I mean yes he would start to be happy if he’s able to be with his brother like he would if this takes place before, but the whole situation with his parents is still on his mind and makes him still a bit moody). I dunno, I’ll figure it out

But yeah

[solemnly-mischievous]

rivalry (d.m. x reader)

You and Draco Malfoy have a rocky relationship, at best. It'd be better to describe it as a rivalry. But all it takes is a bit of fire from your end to finally make him snap.

(AKA: I just really wanted to write an enemies-to-lovers trope for my first fic.)

A/N: Hi! First fic. Hope you like it. :)

Contains: Degradation, slight edging, d/s elements, slight dub-con (but not really; full consent is clearly given), light humiliation

Word count: 3.9K

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Normally, Defense Against the Dark Arts would be your favorite class. The spells you learn are fun and useful; Professor Lupin is always a plus, and most importantly, you’re good at the subject—so bloody good, you’ve bested even Hermione and Harry multiple times.

But lately, you’ve been finding yourself dreading the lessons. So much, in fact, that you were half-considering asking Hermione to hex you just to get out of your afternoon class.

Why? It’s a pretty easy answer when you got down to it.

Draco Malfoy.

You’d had an ongoing rivalry with the git since third grade. He’s been terrorizing you and your friends, mostly because of Harry, but along the way the two of you had begun building a personal vendetta.

(He probably hasn’t quite yet forgiven you for hexing him so badly he’d had to stay in the Infirmary for weeks, and you certainly haven’t forgiven him for causing your friends so much grief over the years.)

This year, you’d thought you could try your best to avoid him, with your upcoming N.E.W.T.s and all. But DADA had other plans.

Professor Lupin had begun experimenting with mixing up partners for class—it was, after all, a very hands-on class—and had apparently decided that cross-house interaction would build bonds and skill. His exact words were, “If they’re your friend, you’re gonna go easier on them. In the real world, you never know who you’re fighting with—or against.”

So he’d randomized the name list. You, being Gryffindor, knew immediately you wouldn’t be with any of your closest friends—but you hoped that perhaps you’d be paired with Cedric, or Luna, or anyone but—

“Your partner is Draco Malfoy,” Professor Lupin informed you when he got to your name, and you immediately make to protest.

“Her?” a voice came just as you complained “Not him”, and the students parted to reveal Draco himself, glaring daggers at you and Lupin.

“Yes, her,” Lupin replied, unruffled. “Now, pair up, everyone. We’re practicing Stunning today.”

That day, you’d fucking limped out of the classroom. Not to say Draco had gotten it easier—he could barely stand after you Disarmed, Stunned, and hit him with a nasty stinger hex just for the sake of it. (You’d gotten detention, but it was worth it.)

Today’s your second class with Malfoy, and you’ve never wanted more to be able to commit violent actions in your life.

“Please,” you whisper to Hermione as your group enter the DADA classroom. “Just one hex. I won’t even go to Pomfrey. No witnesses. You could just Petrify me, if that’s more to your liking.”

She sighs. “I’m not going to Petrify you.”

“’Mione,” you say, scandalized. “I thought we were friends.”

“Pair up, everyone,” Lupin calls out. Your friends shuffle away and you close your eyes, already getting a headache from the thought of—

“Well, well.” That fucking smarmy voice. “If it isn’t Potter’s little friend.”

“If it isn’t Daddy’s boy,” you snap, opening your eyes and glaring at Malfoy, who already has his wand out. “Bugger off, Malfoy.”

“Afraid I can’t do that.” Draco’s eyes narrow. Clearly, he’s as displeased with the situation as you are. “What are we doing today, then? Can’t wait to knock you down a few notches. Star of the class, my—”

“Patronuses!” Professor Lupin announces from across the room, and your heart soars—Patronuses, you could do that. Harry, months earlier, had taught you how to perfect a corporeal form in exchange for tips on his Astronomy essay. He isn’t here today—maybe you could be the only one in the class to do it.

Lupin continues, “Yes, the Patronus—an essential in the world of Defense magic. We’ll be starting with just the simple basics of it. A strong flick of the wand, and the words ‘Expecto Patronum!’. Say it with me, everyone.”

You chorus the words obediently along with the class, Malfoy’s snort of derision not going unnoticed.

“Good. Good, good, now—the key to the Patronus is to think of a happy memory. It has to be strong. Remember, Dementors feed on misery—it’s the only way to keep them away. Now, go practice. I’ll be walking around to see if there’s any problems.”

“Expecto Patronom,” Malfoy repeats in a mocking voice once the classroom starts filling with the chants of fellow students. “Doesn’t Potter know how to do that one? Heard he can do a deer. Pretty weak animal if you ask me—”

“A stag,” you correct. “And it’s Patronum, not Patronom.”

He glares at you again. “Think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

“Certainly smarter than you are.” You glance at him. “Though that’s not saying much, is it?”

You give Fred Weasley, who’d circled around to hear the conversation, a not-discreet fist-bump.

“Alright then.” Malfoy spits out your last name, trying to provoke you. “Let’s see you do it.”

“You try,” you suggest, hiding your smirk. “Unless you’re too scared.”

Draco grits his teeth. Unwilling to back down from a challenge, he brandishes his wand. “Expecto Patronum!”

A thin, wispy light appears at the end of his wand—weak, but clearly visible. Classmates around you murmur as they notice it, and Professor Lupin beams as he sees Draco’s doing. “Very good, Draco! A fantastic start.”

Draco flicks his wand smugly and the Patronus charm dissipates. He smirks, shooting you an expectant look.

You take out your wand, feeling its familiar grip, and you close your eyes. You recall the memory of a weekend in Hogsmeade with your friends, drinking Butterbeer as you stroll through the snowy village, pointing out the shops and people. Unconsciously, you smile.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Light blazes so bright you can see it under closed eyes, and you open them to find a glowing golden retriever prancing out the end of your wand. It bounds around in the air joyfully, leaving a trail of light where it leaps, and circles the classroom, eventually coming back to you and wagging its tail.

Professor Lupin is grinning, utterly delighted as he takes in your Patronus. Calling your name, he exclaims, “That is phenomenal—you’ve learned fast. Very impressive job!”

You smile back, and your Patronus glows lighter in response. You quickly call it off, the light being a bit too much, and the rest of the class passes by in a haze of awed murmurs and classmates asking your advice on their spellwork. You become so preoccupied, you don’t even notice Draco’s unrelenting stare on your back.

The class ends fast, the bell tolling to signify the start of what would be a study period for you. As students trail out of the classroom, chattering happily, Professor Lupin calls you over.

“Listen, I want you to know that what you did today was truly impressive,” he says, seriously. “I assume Harry laid out the groundwork, yes?”

You nod. He smiles. “You and Harry both are very accomplished students, then. But truly—I doubt many Aurors could’ve managed what you did today.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Your words are sincere.

“My pleasure.” Professor Lupin shoots you an apologetic look. “Now, I’m terribly sorry, but I have off-grounds business to attend to—would you mind setting the classroom to rights? I’m afraid I had to push the desks and chairs back for our class, but I don’t have time to put them back. I’ll write you a note, if you—”

“Oh, no, Professor, don’t worry, it’s a study period. I’d be glad to help.”

“Thank you,” he says, relieved, already heading out the door. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I’ll bring chocolate to compensate!”

“Goodbye, Professor!” you call, and he echoes it, and then he’s gone. You look around the classroom, seeing all the desks in the back, and you crack your knuckles. Time to get to work.

“Well. Quite the teacher’s pet, aren’t we?”

Merlin’s fucking beard.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy,” you mutter, turning around to find him leaning against the classroom doorframe. His blond hair glints silver in the sunlight, and his entire outline—his uniform, his stance, his dark gaze—is just… honestly, unfairly attractive.

So maybe your first impression of Draco Malfoy, years ago, wasn’t that he was a self-entitled git. Maybe, just maybe, you’d thought he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.

And maybe that feeling never went away.

Not that you’d let him know that.

“What are you doing here?”

“Study period.” He starts walking towards you, shutting the door behind him. “Couldn’t help but be curious as to what Lupin wanted with you.”

“What’s it to you?” you snap. Malfoy doesn’t reply.

“Why do you insist on being so difficult?” he asks instead, and you blink.

“Me?” you splutter. “Difficult? Fat lot of sense that makes, with you fucking insulting me at every move I make—”

“As I recall, our first interaction was you hexing me in third-year.” Malfoy sounds amused.

“You pushed Harry into the lake,” you snap at him. “You bloody well deserved it.”

Draco laughs. “Good times.”

“Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“You’ve got quite a mouth.”

“My mouth is also capable of jinxing you three ways to Friday, so I suggest you leave me alone, yeah?” Your fingers twitch towards your wand in preparation, and he only looks on with derision.

“I’m just frightened,” Malfoy sneers. You barely notice him slipping off his rings, pocketing them. “Potter taught you that Patronus charm, didn’t he?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothin’. Just wondering what else he taught you.” A vengeful mood seems to have taken Draco. “You seem to hang out with him an awful lot.”

“It’s called having friends,” you snap right back. He looks as though he’s about to retort, but you push on. “Unfamiliar with the concept? Wouldn’t be surprised. Crabbe and Goyle don’t seem like the best conversationalists, are they? Just a couple of goons. Wonder why you don’t have better friends. Friends you can actually talk to who operate with more than one braincell.”

“Shut—”

“Maybe it’s because no one wants to be near you,” you continue, years of pent up frustration spilling out in a vitriolic spiel. “Because you’re a miserable bastard who doesn’t know how to be happy, aren’t you? You drive everyone away and then you go after more because you’re lonely and sad and fucking pathetic—”

“Shut up,” Malfoy repeats with a vehemence.

“—and it’s too fucking late to repair the damage you’ve done—”

“Shut up,” Malfoy snarls, and you stare into his narrowed eyes.

“Fucking make me,” you snap back, and he lunges.

You’re pinned against the wall of the classroom, Malfoy’s wand to your throat and a hand fisting your robes to render you immobile. Draco flicks his wand, ever-so-slightly, and you hear the classroom door lock with a wordless spell.

“Malfoy,” you whisper, but he cuts you off.

“Shut the fuck up or I swear you’ll bloody regret it,” he hisses.

“Draco,” you begin, and he curses.

“Fuck it.”

Gripping your robes, he leans in and kisses you.

It’s rough and demanding and you think he’s trying to hurt you, with how much his teeth scrape against your bottom lip and bite down gently, but you’re not pulling away, he’s not pulling away, and you find yourself leaning into the kiss, arching up to meet him—

He breaks away and looks at you, smirking.

“If I’d known that’s what it would take for you to shut your bloody mouth, I’d have done it years ago.”

“Let me go, Malfoy,” you say shakily, but even as he loosens his grip slightly, you show no sign of moving.

“If you’d wanted to leave you’d have Stunned me long ago,” he states, truthfully. Your wand is fully in reach. You know how to do wordless spells. And yet you let him kiss you.

“Shut up,” you grumble, still not moving.

“I think, perhaps,” Draco murmurs, glancing down at your body, “you’re enjoying this.”

“No,” you argue, and his wand digs into your neck—not enough to hurt but enough to register.

“Shh,” Draco hushes, almost condescendingly. “Be quiet, now. That’s a good girl.”

Involuntarily, you shudder at his words. They made your legs weak, and you fight off the urge to audibly whimper—what the hell’s gotten into you?

Maybe he won’t notice. Maybe he hasn’t noticed.

Of fucking course he notices.

“Oh?” The shit-eating smirk on his face is enough to make you glare absolute daggers at him. “Don’t give me that. You shivered. You liked it.”

“Shut up,” you say again, with no real strength.

“Don’t you want to be my good girl, sweetheart?” he teases cruelly, and you have to close your eyes to fight off the blush. It doesn’t work, and your face grows hot with embarrassment and arousal.

“Dear me,” Draco says mockingly. “What happened to the spitfire from minutes ago, hm? Still feeling like saying those words to me? Still feeling like being bad?”

Inadvertently, you shake your head.

“Who’s pathetic now?” he mocks, grinning, letting his wand trail a cold path down your neck, over your collarbone, until it rests on the top button of your uniform. “May I?”

The question sounds mocking, but he meets your gaze and you know he’s honestly asking for permission. And you give it to him, nodding, even as your blush deepens. Draco undoes your buttons, one by one, with tiny flicks of his wand, until your shirt is fully unbuttoned and you’re exposed to his gaze.

Draco shoves his wand into his belt and pushes your bra out of the way with an almost laughable urgency, getting a full, appreciative look at your breasts. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “Shame they belong to such a fucking headache, hm?”

You grumble some sort of an insult, and Draco pinches a nipple, which shuts you up effectively. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands trail down to your skirt, and instead of undoing the button he leans down and scoops the fabric up. “Here, be good and useful and hold this for me.”

The indifferent praise and the degradation combined has you obeying immediately, hoisting your skirt up and baring yourself to him, which only adds to an eddying swirl of shame and arousal pooling in your gut. Draco looks at you, stares, really, and it’s with a predatory grin that he reaches over to caress you through your panties.

“Soaked,” he observes, sounding both amused and satisfied. “You always get off this much to being treated like a right slut, then?”

“Draco,” you whine, bucking your hips up into his almost phantom touch. “Come on.”

“Is that how we ask nicely?” Oh, this bloody git. You’ll never be able to look at him again—he’s going to be so fucking smug around you.

When you don’t answer, he withdraws his touch completely, and you make a sound of protest. “No, no, please.”

“Go on.”

“Please touch me,” you try, but it’s hard to focus when you’re so goddamn wet you’re soaking through your panties.

“Not quite,” Draco muses. He’s palming himself through his trousers, and the sight turns you on impossibly more. “Come on, then—convince me.”

“Draco, please touch me,” you beg. One of your hands drift down to your panties but he slaps it away immediately, shooting you a warning look. “Please!”

“Touch you where?” He wants you to say it.

“Touch my cunt, please, Draco, fuck, I’m so wet it hurts,” you beg, and it’s true—you’re aching with arousal, and if he doesn’t touch you within the next few seconds you think you really just might combust. “Please, please touch me, I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want, just touch me.”

“If only the school could see you now,” he sneers, but even he seems to break his self-control and he tugs your panties down harshly, all but ripping them off. “Baring yourself to me and begging to be touched like a whore.”

“I’m not—oh,” you gasp, his fingers pressing into your cunt immediately and his thumb working on your clit, sending waves of pleasure so potent you almost double over. His fingers are long and thin, which is why he can press two in without preamble, and the stretch is barely noticeable.

“You’re not what? A whore?” Draco laughs. “Please. Look at yourself.”

“’m not,” you insist, but you clench around his fingers at his words and he raises an eyebrow.

“I think you’re lying.” He presses a third finger in and you whine, little sounds of pleasure escaping your lips as he works you open. “Quieter, now, or I’ll have to gag you.”

You bite your lip, and Draco thumbs your clit as a reward and incentive. “Now, tell me what you are. Be truthful, or I won’t fuck you. I’ll leave, leave you here with your shirt hanging open and your skirt up, the doors wide open. Maybe the next bloke who stumbles in might help you.”

Your eyes widen—he wouldn’t. But his gaze is dead serious. “Say it.”

“I’m a whore,” you breathe, and he thrusts his fingers into you, hitting that right spot. “Draco!”

“Say it louder,” he orders, angling his fingers and curling them.

“I’m a whore,” you moan out, bucking your hips upwards—you’re close, you’re so close. “Draco, I—”

He stops moving, and his other hand pinches your clit harshly. “No.”

You let out a gasp of shock and hurt, reeling from the denial and pleasure. “But—”

“You’re not fucking coming until I say so,” Draco hisses, undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down. “And I’m not saying so until I properly fuck you into a bloody wreck.”

His cock is already hard, and he positions himself right at your entrance. You can feel him, his tip pressed against your wetness, but not pushing in. “Draco—”

“I think,” he muses, and you want to scream, “one day I’ll drag you into a broom closet. Fuck your throat so hard you won’t be able to talk for the day. You’ll look pretty, don’t you think?”

“Please—”

“Or I’ll bring you back to my dorm, so I can fuck you until you’re screaming yourself hoarse,” Draco says thoughtfully. “Your dorm works. So long as I can ruin you.”

“Malfoy—”

“Because it’s just so—” and he pushes into you in one swift movement, fucking into you immediately with a fast and rough rhythm, “—fucking nice to see you being a slut for me.”

“Fuck!” You grind your hips along with his rhythm, feeling the tightness of your cunt around his cock, and you clench as he hits your sweet spot with the right angle, almost shaking with the pleasure that it gives you.

Draco groans your name, fucking you brutally as he chases his own release, already pent-up from the teasing and the sight of your wrecked state. “’m gonna come on your tits, would you like that? Get it all fucking messy, maybe get some into your mouth, get you fucking ruined?”

“Please, please, fuck, please let me come,” you plead him, feeling your impending orgasm barrel towards you—you couldn’t last, you can’t fucking last—

“Fucking hold it,” Draco snaps. “Hold it like a good fucking girl, you understand?”

You let out a mournful sound, but you nod—yes, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please—

“Salazar, I’m fucking close,” Malfoy breathes into your ear, his voice rough and strained. “You feel so good, love, so bloody tight.”

“Please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re pleading for at this point. Draco exhales shakily and curses, pulling out and pushing you to your knees with such a force that you drop down, your skirt being the only padding.

“Wh—?” you try to ask, but Draco is already pumping his cock and then he’s coming all over your face, some of it dripping down to paint your breasts as he’d promised. Draco leans down to gather some release on a finger and pushes it into your mouth, eyes darkening as you suck and swallow around it.

“Good girl,” he praises, and you almost come right there.

“Draco, please,” you beg, still on your knees and still absolutely fucking desperate for release that he’s been denying you for the past half hour. “Please let me—”

“Alright, spread your legs, c’mon,” Draco guides, and you obey and then he’s there, thumb rubbing steady circles around your clit and two fingers pushing inside you once more. You whine and grind into his fingers, his touch, hips following his movement as he pushes you closer—closer—

“Fuck!” you sob as he senses your impending orgasm and stills his hand. “No—no, why?”

You sound like a petulant child and Draco laughs at you, and it’s an unfair move and a mean sound but it somehow turns you on even more. “I’m just messing, sweetheart.”

Fuck you, you badly want to say, but somehow you feel like that won’t get you what you want.

Draco starts moving again, his fingers gaining speed, and the sound of them pumping in and out of your soaked cunt sounds delightfully dirty. You’re quickly pushed to the edge again, and amidst your pleasure you eye Draco distrustfully.

“Please,” you whisper, and he smirks at you.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

And he thumbs your clit and you’re coming, gasping with the pleasure and shaking as he eases you through it. His fingers don’t stop moving, even after your orgasm has faded, and you squirm in discomfort as he overstimulates you.

“Stop—please—”

“Promise me you won’t be a bloody pain again,” Draco levels at you, and you want to glare back but his fingers curl inside of you and you yelp with pleasure and pain. “Promise me, or I’ll keep going.”

“I—I won’t be a pain,” you mumble, trying to squeeze your thighs together to get rid of his touch, but he perseveres, flicking your clit mercilessly.

“Say you’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good,” you manage, so close to sobbing from the frustration. “Please, Draco, I’ll be good, be good for you, please stop.”

He relents and you feel him draw his hand back. You close your eyes and you hear him tug his trousers back on, buckling his belt. You feel strangely empty without him—without his fingers, his cock, his touch.

Draco produces a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the sweat, drool, and cum off your face, helping you button your shirt back up as well. “You alright?”

“Never better,” you reply, opening your eyes to see him staring at you in concern, all traces of the cruel tease earlier gone. Outside, the sun is setting, casting orange hues into the classroom, and you suddenly remember. “I—oh, bloody hell, I have to arrange the desks for Lupin—”

“I’ll do it. Stay here.”

Draco stands up and takes out his wand, flicking it twice in quick succession. A wordless spell. As you watch, the desks and chairs slide back to where they used to be, neatly arranging themselves in rows.

You’re impressed as he comes back. “What spell is—hey!”

He’s flicked his wand once more and torn your panties clean off your legs.

“Draco—what in Merlin—”

“A souvenir.” Malfoy smirks, stuffing your soaked panties into the pocket of his trousers. “And payment for the desks.”

“You’re a bloody prick,” you say, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Careful now, love. Remember what you promised.” Draco’s tone is playful, but warning. “I’m a man of my word, so you should choose yours carefully. Next time I won’t be as gentle.”

Caught off-guard, you can only nod obediently, which seems to please him. But you can’t promise you won’t slip back into old habits the very next day. Whatever the case, one thing was clear—there would almost certainly be a next time.

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