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pboogerswbb · 2 months ago

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SO IT GOES - prologue

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, none Wordcount: 5.6K A/N: LILA IS BACK with a new series. this is the prologue, purely here to give people an insight to our oc Izara (who i already love btw), so not as much paige here, but she will make a much bigger entrance come first chapter of the series. again, ty so much for everyone who hyped this up based solely on the synopsis i wrote and ty for your support! i am so excited for this series you guys don't even know!! this one will be a looooong one so buckle up

Passport? Check. Silk pillowcase? Check. Laptop? Check.

The list seemed to go on and on, filling out three sheets of paper, both front and back. Some people called it excessive but to me it was necessary. It was better to be over prepared than leave things up to chance. I had been making lists all my life, I wasn’t about to stop now. They have worked for me so far.

Flipping through the maroon moleskine notepad in my hands, my green eyes skim over one page after another - grocery list, changes I must make to my skincare routine, presents to buy next Christmas, wedding registry. There’s a sting in my chest as I stop, my french manicured hand brushing over the soft paper: Vitamix blender, Ginori 1735 cake plate, Baccarat candlestick set.

Inhale, exhale. The pain won’t relinquish. I bring my hand to the soft cotton of my turtleneck, rubbing soothing circles on my chest just like my mum used to when I was little.

“There you go Izara, don’t you feel better? It’s a magic trick, it takes the sadness away.”

The black suitcase is laid out on the floor in front of me, clothes folded neatly in their own nooks. I keep rubbing and rubbing but the sadness won’t go away. So I stop, my fingers carefully flipping a few pages forward.

Move to The US

Pros

Good career move?

New experiences

Cons

Leaving my family and friends

Boss talked about promotion for me in the next year

Leaving London

Visa hassle

Expenses

Wedding delayed off

Leaving Jasper (pro?)

My memories of the day resurface, the way I was locked in my car, dreading walking inside where my husband-to-be was expecting me. I had spent all day trying on wedding dresses near Soho, my mom and her sister fawning over Jasper the entire day. To everyone he was the perfect man, charming, nurturing and protective. But they didn’t know half of what I put up with. All day I wanted to scream, to throw a fit, tell everyone that they don’t know anything about my perfect fiancé. But instead I kept my mouth shut, and waited till I got into my car to cry. I didn’t like being vulnerable, for my relatives to see me weak. I had told no one about the conflicting feelings inside me, or the way I had applied for an open position to be a social media producer for the Dallas Wings. That very same morning the position had been offered to me.

So I sat in my car with my trusty lists, as usual. The moment I wasn’t sure whether to write leaving Jasper into the pros or the cons, I knew I had to go. It had been gnawing at my subconscious, making me sick to my stomach. Even according to the list this decision made absolutely no sense. But in my gut I knew had to go - desperately so.

“Izzie, are you done yet? We have to leave soon.”

My brother bursts into the room, watching the way I had undone all the packing that I had naturally finished a week prior. Clothes were all over my childhood bedroom, piles of them standing neatly. After calling off the wedding with Jasper I had decided to move back home, not wanting to stay with him and his temper under the same roof.

“What the hell have you done here?” He chuckles, shaking his head as I stand in the middle of the bedroom, notebook in hand, staring at the half empty suitcase.

“I think I’ve gone crazy Kiran,” I admit with a sigh. Two weeks ago when I accepted the job I had been so sure - now I wasn’t. This was insane, mad, completely, utterly unlike me. To get up and move, to disappoint my parents, to disappoint everyone. I just couldn’t stand it anymore, my life here. Every year I grew older I became more and more unsure. Now at 25 I felt like a complete fool, not knowing anything except this wasn’t the life I wanted. Something had to change - I had to change.

My younger brother walks over, wrapping a hand around my shoulder.

“Yes you have.”

I scoff and push him off. “That’s not helpful!”

He chuckles and begins to pack for me, just as neatly as I had done earlier. Guess being high-strung ran in the family.

“It is mad. But that doesn’t mean it’s not the right thing to do,” my brother mumbles, neatly folding my black cashmere sweater. “I think it’s good Iz, no matter what mum and dad are saying. Don’t mind them. They’ll come around.”

“I wasn’t raised not to mind them,” I chuckle, looking out the window, ours just one of many of the semi-detached houses extending along the road I grew up on. The cherry trees had just bloomed, pale pink blossoms covering the branches, decorating the pavement.

“Funny that, neither was I,” Kiran laughs and finally zips up my suitcase, picking it up and preparing to carry it to the car. “You got everything? Passport? Wallet? Documents?”

I nod with a smile. Even if we didn’t look almost exactly the same (though, we certainly did), it was impossible not to pick up on the family resemblance.

“I have everything.”

The drive to Heathrow Airport is quiet. Truthfully, I was far too nervous to speak. I could feel my stomach twisting uncomfortably, a nauseating weight on my chest. I watch as we pass the streets of London, the only streets I had ever known. We pass the red double-decker buses, the abandoned phone boxes, eventually making our way onto the highway.

London is cruel, relentless to its residents, yet simultaneously captivating and thrilling. I had travelled enough to know there was no place like it. Nowhere else I could hop on the Northern Line in the bohemian, eclectic Camden, switch tubes and step out to Canary Wharf, where skyscrapers stand tall above you and the streets are buzzing with men in suits, just in 40 minutes or so. The diversity of the city, the way it could feel like a large metropolis as much as a small charming town all at once, depending on where you were. I loved this city, I always would. But it was time for me to move on at least for now. I wasn’t getting what I wanted, not that I knew what that was in the first place.

“Can’t believe my sister’s gonna be working for the league,” Kiran interrupts the silence. “When you meet Bronny you must tell him hi.”

I let out a laugh, turning to look at him. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anywhere else except your delusions.”

“Hey, you never know!” He scoffs as we pull up to terminal 3, the butterflies growing deep in my abdomen.

“You’re such a guy,” I roll my eyes. “I’m working for the WNBA and all you want is to say hi to Lebron James.”

“Well who else is there, Steph?”

In reality, my brother loved basketball, he was the sole reason I knew the first thing about the sport. But he loved pushing my buttons more - and nothing pushed my buttons further than women being underestimated by men.

“A’ja, Stewie, Sabrina, Jewell? Arike plays for the Wings!”

“Never heard of any of them.”

I smack him on the shoulder as he’s parking the car, making him yelp. He was joking of course, but I wasn’t in the mood. Some would argue I was rarely in the mood to joke around but it’s just how I am. High-strung, intense. It was just me, I couldn’t help it. You know how some people have that spark to them? The kind where they step in the room and the place just lights up? That wasn’t me, and I was okay with it. At least I got shit done.

“Okay sorry,” Kiran whines, rubbing his arm. Neither of us wanted to get out, to face the goodbye looming ahead. So we sit for a while.

“Paige Bueckers was drafted there though, right?” My brother asks, staring at the big sign for Terminal 3 above the sliding doors.

“Yeah, she was.”

“She’s tough,” he says and I nod in agreement. I had followed her college career quite a bit, saw her go through injury and rise to the top again. She wasn’t my favourite player, I preferred focusing on the league - but it was undeniable she was a generational talent.

“She’s also really fit,” my brother adds, making me snort.

“Kiran, I'm fairly sure she’s also really gay,” I laugh. My brother turns to me with shock written all over his face.

“You really think so?”

I roll my eyes, “I- well yes. It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?”

“Damn,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Takes one to know one I guess.”

Another smack on his shoulder, another yelp spilling from his lips. One drunken night years ago I had come out to Kiran as bisexual and now it was his favourite joke in the world. I don’t think he realised I was serious, or that at points in my life I had dated girls as well. Honestly though, I hadn’t even thought about girls that way since I met Jasper. Not that I’d found any girl remotely attractive in the past years, perhaps it had just been a phase.

“You’re going to come back with some 6 '5 American basketball lesbian aren’t you?” He teases, making me roll my eyes.

“We need to head inside,” I laugh, climbing out of the car. I didn’t know much about what would happen, but I certainly wasn’t going to come back with anyone. The time I spend in Dallas would be time dedicated to me, to figuring out who I was, what I wanted. I had no time for love.

I pull the suitcase towards the doors, Kiran on my tail until we both come to a halt right inside. Quickly I check my purse again - passport, phone, wallet, charger, documents. All there. Just one thing left to do.

I turn to my brother and hug him. We had never spent more than a month apart since the day he was born. I had always been the annoying, bossy older sister, ordering him around since he could barely talk. But still, it had all been out of love. I wanted him to be safe and it was my job to protect him. He was my baby brother after all, even now at 23 as he stands 6’0 tall.

“Take care of yourself Izzie,” he whispers, squeezing me tight.

“You too, and of mum and dad please,” I tell him, holding my breath in as to not let any tears fall, though they’re already burning in the corners of my eyes.

We pull apart, and he smiles at me assuringly. “Call mum when you land, we don’t need her getting loopy.”

“I will,” I chuckle. There’s a few seconds of silence that stretches across us, our green eyes locked in each other’s gaze. We don’t need to say these things out loud, we both knew we loved each other.

“Well, have a safe flight and have fun in Dallas,” Kiran says and waves bye, turning around to walk away. “YEEHAW!” He turns around and yells before slipping out through the sliding doors. Laughing, I watch him, the ache in my chest growing exponentially. It was all becoming real. Me in Dallas, Texas.

A couple hours and a long security line later I’m sitting on the ascending plane, gazing out of the window. I stretch out my legs, glad to be short enough to fit in the seats comfortably. I’m holding a copy of War and Peace by Tolstoy in my hands, simply flipping through the pages, my mind too conflicted to focus as I watch the ground beneath me retreating further every second.

I could see Big Ben, The London Eye, Thames stretching across the length of the city, shrinking until we ascend through a thick layer of clouds, making it impossible to see anything. It’s only then I let myself cry, the first tears after ending my engagement only a couple weeks prior. I had no other plan, I needed this to work out desperately.

Jet lag was killing me, but I knew I could never allow it to show. It was the following day of arriving in Dallas. I spent all of yesterday sleeping, trying to let my body adjust to the time difference before my first day on the job.

Of course I had woken up three entire hours before my alarm went off. So when I get to the first media team meeting of the season, I have already had time to drink two coffees, go to the gym, shower, shave, do my jet black hair just to have a crisis and pin it up in a slicked back bun, do my makeup and send emails and make calls to the wedding venue to cancel it. I was on fire and wouldn’t let a little jetlag hold me down.

The maroon turtleneck and black slacks I was wearing had already been decided on the evening before as to avoid any clothing disaster. I wasn’t exactly sure how to dress for a job like this - but as I step into the tall building from the busy streets of Dallas I can tell I’m overdressed. Many of the people around my age are dressed much more laid back than I’m used to, wearing hoodies and jeans - and to my biggest shock of all, sneakers.

As I walk across the entryway the sound of my heels tapping on the tiles echo around the building, my cheeks turning bright red. I knew people were turning to stare, but instead of looking back and checking, I rush to the elevator, slipping in through the doors and facing my reflection. Maybe I was overdressed, but I look nice. The gold earrings decorating my ears contrast against my light brown skin and black hair, making them pop. I smooth over my belt, fixing the way the golden buckle of it was sitting on my slacks when a man around my age walks in just as the doors are about to close.

“Hey there!” He greets me, a charming smile on his face and brown eyes twinkling. His friendliness is so intense it nearly startles me.

“Oh, hey!” I reply, turning towards him. For a moment he looks at me, blinking, perhaps waiting for me to keep talking but when I don’t he’s quick to pick up my slack.

“I’m Trey, I do media stuff for the Wings. Basically a glorified cameraman,” he explains lightheartedly.

“I’m Zari, they just hired me to do social media actually,” I reply, shaking his hand firmly just like my dad always taught me to. There’s a sliver of recognition on Trey’s face as he takes in my words.

“Oh yeah! They said they hired someone new! Didn’t mention you were a Brit tho. Well shit we’re prolly gon’ be working together a lot then,” he says. It’s at that moment I decide that his enthusiasm isn’t fake even though it’s suspiciously intense. Maybe he’s just an energetic guy - maybe he’s just an American.

“I suppose yes!” I chuckle and look over the buttons of the lift. “So, perhaps you know which floor I need to go to then because I don’t?”

“Oh sure thing.”

Pressing on the number 10, the elevator finally begins to move upwards. I’m fiddling with the rings around my fingers, a nervous habit I had.

“You nervous?” Trey asks, picking up on my queues quickly. Guess I wasn’t as composed as I’d liked.

“A bit,” I admit.

Trey chuckles and wraps an arm around my shoulder comfortingly - or I suppose it’s meant to be comforting but I didn’t particularly find it so. “You’ll do good, everyone’s chill here. Except the boss but you get used to her. You can relax, Zari.” As much as the man’s enthusiasm and touchiness shocked me, I was glad to have someone show me where to go instead of wandering around the floors aimlessly.

In a corridor full of doors Trey picks the right one, opening it for me. Inside we find a team of 10 people or so sitting around a table, their discussion immediately coming to a halt when we step in, all eyes turning to me. I feel unease settle over me, but instead of panic I inhale and exhale. I knew I could do this, this was the only plan I had. I had never not had a plan B, a plan C before. This had to be it.

“You must be Izara,” a gravelling voice says as a red haired woman, likely in her 50s, stands up. She’s dressed much more corporate, a fitted blazer and a pencil skirt accentuating her curves. I immediately notice her brows, thin and sharp, appearing almost angry. I didn’t have to be told who this was, Trey’s description had been colourful enough for me to know she was my boss.

“Yes, well I go by Zari actually, if you don’t mind,” I say in a friendly tone, walking over in my black stilettos to shake her hand.

“You kids and your nicknames, oh well. Zari’s fine, but don’t complain if I forget,” she sighs, clearly already bothered. “I’m Linda Halford, the managing media director for the Dallas Wings. We spoke on the phone.”

Her eyes are blue and piercing, but there’s something about her straight forwardness that feels intriguing in contrast to the excessive friendliness of everyone else I’d met so far. Hell, even the cab driver tried to strike up a conversation after my flight. I wasn’t sure if I liked Linda or feared her - perhaps a bit of both.

“It’s nice to meet you in person,” I smile, sitting myself down on the chair Linda pulls out for me right next to her. All eyes were on me of course, the new girl. I just had to get through the first week and I’d be old news. Good old boring Izara. Just get through the week.

“I hope your travels went well,” Linda says distractedly, scrolling through a document on her laptop. As I open my mouth to answer, she keeps talking.

“Now, there are many big changes this year, and our media team has been… not up to par so to speak,” she glances up at Trey, and a couple of girls sitting next to him who I suppose I would be working with as well.

“Thanks to Bueckers, we’re about to have a lot more eyes on us. So I hired Izara-” Zari. Just call me Zari. I bite the inside of my cheek not to correct her, she didn’t seem like the type of woman you correct. “and she’s gonna help us. She’s here to innovate, to come up with ideas to boost online exposure and to boost clicks. We need to get active on Tiktok, and whatever the kids use. I need daily content. No more editing videos for weeks before posting them on Youtube, Trey.”

“My bad,” Trey says, making everyone chuckle, his eyes sparkling when they land on me.

Linda looks at him disapprovingly before continuing.

“We are sitting on a goldmine now guys. Paige Bueckers has over 2 million followers on Instagram. She is incredibly marketable, how do we use her best?” Linda asks, everyone going silent immediately, looking around, waiting for someone to bite. Fine, I will.

Clearing my throat I begin. “Well, I think it’s important that while we do use her to get clicks, we don’t make the Wings the “Paige Bueckers team” and repeat the same mistakes I personally think Indiana Fever did with CC,” My voice is steady, sure, even though deep inside I’m not quite certain about what I’m saying. I pause, composing myself - if there was one thing I was good at it was selling things with confidence. Even when I wasn’t.

“I think we use her for clicks, make loads of content with her but use that content to uplift other players and the whole team. Not just Bueckers, not just Arike, but everyone.”

Linda nods. “Yes, Izara. How do we do that?” Zari. Just say Zari.

I shrug. “A lot of Paige’s fans are young, I’m not sure if some of them even watch the sport at all. So we try to get them intrigued. Not posting purely basketball content, but including some fan service should help with that, incentivise the young girls to get involved with the sport. There needs to be a balance.”

To my shock, when I raise my eyes from the table, Linda is smiling. It’s not the warmest smile, but one nevertheless.

“And this is why we had to hire someone all the way from England, because you guys couldn’t figure this out in this hellhole,” Linda scolds my colleagues. The praise feels good, but I really didn’t want to come off as a show off or soon my only friend in all of Dallas, Texas would be Linda Halford.

“Good job Zari, welcome to the team,” the redhead says firmly before returning to her notes. “Okay tomorrow we are all having a little Dallas Wings get together. The coaches, players, everyone so be prepared to go out after work.”

As I write this down in my calendar I’m interrupted by Linda again. “Izara.”

“Yes?” I ask.

“By the end of tomorrow I’m expecting you to be friendly with Bueckers. You’re gonna be working together a lot, I need you on her good side.”

“Thank God!” I groan to myself, kicking off my black stilettos the second I step into my new home. The league had provided me with an apartment until the end of the season. It was modern, nice, sleek but so incredibly impersonal it pained me. It didn’t feel like me at all, the blank white walls, the dull grey furniture. It wasn’t home.

I crash into the couch face first, mixture of jet lag and stress of the first day on the job taking over. Not only was I the new girl, but I was also the English girl. All day I’d been asked if we really eat beans on toast, and if I’d ever seen the Queen - mind you she passed in 2022.

With too much left to do, I only let myself rest for a few minutes before getting up reluctantly, tiptoeing to my bedroom to start undressing. Throwing on a matching set of knitted cream coloured sweater and pants, I let my hair down, finally feeling comfortable.

Suddenly I hear a loud crash from the hallway, followed by even louder giggles and muffled yelps echoing around the building. Too curious about my neighbours, I step into my slippers and carefully open the door to see what’s going on.

“Bro, it’s not that heavy,” an accented voice groans probably a floor below me. Heavy steps on the stairs are closing in. Two people, I think.

“Lou, you’re kidding right?” Another girl complains, her voice bright.

“You’re too weak, just give it to me,” the other person argues, steps approaching me.

“Ha, no way, you’re just gon’ break my new plates. Ion trust you.”

“Next time you’re getting an at-home deliver- oh hey!”

A brunette girl with her hair down, only in basketball shorts and a sports bra sees me as she turns the corner, meeting my gaze as I peek through my door. She’s holding a cardboard box, full of pans and pots, hair sticking to her forehead from the humidity.

Suddenly the other girl appears, blonde, hair in a bun but other than that pretty much wearing the exact same thing.

“Who you talkin to- oh,” the blonde notices me, her blue eyes so intense my knees nearly buckle.

“Sorry, we’re being really loud, we’re gonna try and keep quiet,” the brunette apologises. The blonde is still watching me, never breaking eye-contact. Feeling uneasy, my eyes flicker to the brunette and I smile politely.

“That’s fine, I was just checking if you were okay?” I ask. The blonde walks past my door, my eyes lingering for a millisecond on the way her biceps flex as she carries a large and apparently heavy box of plates towards the next flight of the stairs.

“We’re good, sorry ‘bout that,” the blonde answers, her voice now much quieter, less lively than before when it echoes around the halls.

“Okay well, maybe next time you should get at-home-delivery?” I suggest, watching as the girls struggle slowly up the stairs before retreating back into my apartment.

“That’s what I SAID!” The brunette complains loudly. I can still hear them bickering when I close the door, a smile spreading to my face. The first time I’ve genuinely laughed since I landed.

It’s as if I knew those girls from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place it. Something about them was so familiar. It’s not till I hear them jogging back down for the next batch of boxes to carry upstairs, their voices loud enough to echo into my apartment, when I realise.

“Paige I’m about to call Bob Bueckers to come help us soon, I’m dead serious.”

“You don’t got my dad’s number.”

“Pretty sure I do!”

Oh. Peeking out through the peephole my suspicions are confirmed. Walking past my door it indeed is Paige and Lou, bringing more kitchenware upstairs. And I didn’t even recognise them. I look down at my knitted set with a deep sigh. So much about being professional huh? I better make a good impression tomorrow.

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desultory-novice · 1 year ago

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White-Haired Noir (Older)

I wasn't kidding when I said Noir has become more of "my OC" than before. Anyway, they tell me cringe is dead, so let's get on with it!

BE HAPPY TEENAGE BOY ...Uh... ADULT MALE??!

(Pictured: Would you believe this guy was once my Dark Matter Swordsman???)

No longer a teary-eyed apprentice, White-Haired Noir in ~the future~ (circa Star Allies??) has become a knight in his own right, swearing his service to Dedede as thanks for helping house the bruised, battered, emotionally unstable teen boy so many years ago.

Dedede Stop Adopting People Challenge (impossible)

Over the years (and with plenty of hard hitting, gloves-off training from Meta Knight) Noir has both grown up and grown accustomed to life on Popstar. He's regained some semblance of a life (gasp!) and inner peace. (...When Popstar's not being invaded, that is.)

He has friends (and rivals), is able to stomach food and drink a bit better, and has accepted Gooey, finally. He can even speak positively of his lost childhood with his little sister, on occasion.

Despite Popstar's generally warm weather, the Shiver Star native continues to dress in highly concealing fashion, as his upper body still bears the scars of his interrupted Dark Matter transformation; one reason he grew his hair out long was to help conceal the ones on his neck better, so as not to frighten the younger Waddle Dees.

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Age Range: Mid 20s and up (Tbh, his specific age'll probably fluctuate depending upon the kind of story I want to tell. This is, quite simply, an adult Noir who's got his life more together.)

Abilities: Mild regenerative abilities, magic reflection, healing/purification, light projection [Rainbow Sword]

Protective magic and various physical ability-boosting magic [These come courtesy of the crystals adorning his jacket, a gift from the Queen of the Fairies. Noir is still a squishy human, after all. His fine swordplay aside, he needs magical enhancements to not get accidentally steamrolled by Kirby's other friends.]

Hobbies: swordplay, stargazing, crochet (Taranza taught him the last one, both as a mental grounding exercise and to help rehabilitate Noir's Dark Matter corrupted hands for performing delicate tasks. Half of Dream Land has one of Noir's early crochet octopi sitting in their storage. Nowadays, he makes toys for the younger Dees.)

Etc: Because of his closeness with King Dedede (and in large part due to their matching scarves/sashes), his general protectiveness of the Waddle Dees, as well as his fairy-tale outfit (which Ribbon helped with) Noir has picked up nickname of the "Prince of Dream Land"

A highly unfitting one, Noir has been heard to privately complain. In what world could an unwashed, damaged, sharp-tongued orphan with hands near-literally dyed in blood become a prince...?

Height-wise, if we consider King Dedede to be one of a breed of extinct "mega penguins" then Noir, fully grown, is of comparable height. (Dedede insists he's taller because of this crown puff. Huzzah! His title as king is safe!) In human terms, this does make Noir a short king :cough: prince, which in his case is due to malnourishment, physical abuse during puberty, and just plain genetics. ^^;

Anyway, despite how shockingly decent he looks cleaned up, Noir is still a feral cat at heart, and he hasn't lost his sass either, even if the edges have been somewhat filed off with time.

(Even the most angsty and tragic of emo boys can only go so many years with sparkly, shimmering, pastel rainbow hair (1) before they give up the act and start smiling ju~st a little more! ^_-)

(1) It is completely impossible for Noir to return his hair to its original dark maroon/black, btw. Even the strongest dye refuses to stick.

...And yes, he has attempted.

(Q: When is this...? Cause he still looked 16 in that FL comic you did.) (A: That's because I hadn't thought ahead when I wrote it! This form is basically meant as something to pull out for the later games with some extra padding for any future games/events. >w< )

(Q: So... is that FL comic still Apologies canon?) (A: ~ish! He would definitely be his older self now. That said, this Noir did still encounter Elfilin by chance, immediately recognized him as ID-F86, and had a PTSD episode over it, dredging up old memories he'd believed he had come to peace with. It was the closest the Dark Matter in Noir had come to re-awakening in years. Elfilin's sincere apology to the innocent victims of Forgo's rage helped Noir keep from losing himself completely and he was able to recover.

Also, following Crystal Shards, Noir DID resume having daily nightmares about Adeleine and her fate. That was why MK encouraged him to stay with the fairies of Ripple Star for a time and recuperate; that Noir could resume his training with Meta Knight later on. The grateful fairies all turned out to completely ADORE him - particularly, his shining rainbow hair. This period away from Popstar meant that he totally missed out on Amazing Mirror though.)

(Q: If he missed Amazing Mirror, what games DIDN'T he miss?) (A: He was actually there for a somewhat altered version of Meta Knightmare Ultra in Planet Robobot! It was his first "mission" with his teacher. (And I have a fanfic brewing about that, thanks to the anon who asked what if Noir got within wishing distance of Star Dream...)

Unlike Meta's relationship with Kirby, where Meta trusts Kirby to bounce back from everything and is excited :wipes drool off face: to see how much Kirby will grow, Meta Knight tries (somewhat) to keep his very human disciple out of danger, if he can. He's not soft on him by any means, with hard blows and even harder life lessons, but he knows that Noir came to them hanging onto life by a very frayed thread and he only pushes as far as he believes Noir can take.

Nowadays, he's much more trusting of him to handle himself.

(Q: Assuming he was in SA, where was he during TDX, RtDL, and FL? (A: In both Triple Deluxe and Forgotten Land, he was away from Popstar. Record of Stopping Dedede Abductions: 0/2. He rolled his eyes at a giant beanstalk erupting from Dream Land leading to a kingdom in the clouds "...You're kidding?" and Dedede was stomping mad when Noir laughed outloud about the story of the abduction - which concealed the fact that Meta Knight WAS LAUGHING TOO.

In Return to Dream Land, Noir was still on Popstar but didn't participate in the adventure in any capacity. When everyone returned and told the tale of Magolor's betrayal, his response was a deadpan, "Okay but you all saw that coming a mile away though, right? .........Tell me you saw that coming." He was a little less sassy when he heard Magolor's downfall came at the hands of a corrupting artifact.)

(Q: Wasn't Noir taller than Dedede in that one random sketch?) (A: As an Earth human. Noir eventually became Popstarian size.)

(Q: It's nice that he's okay but... but Adeleine... ; _ ; ) (A: Yeah... However, similar to Blade and Gooey in the main verse, in the AU AU, it was Painter who took care of and sheltered the Dark Matter outcast. Noir initially hated Gooey, because he despised Dark Matter for destroying his family and he hated it every time Gooey tried to approach him - like a sign that he would never escape his mistakes. Only later was he forced to confront Gooey and realize that Gooey was always seeking Noir out because of Adeleine's memories Gooey had taken in. They eventually had a painful heart to heart, where Noir was able to experience his sister's last memories through Gooey. Noir now lets him wear Painter's beret in memory of her.)

Anyway, that's now two (and a half (?) if you count "Snowflakes") Noirs who have escaped the cycle of misery! Hooray!

Don't worry, Main Timeline Noir, your salvation comes next............Probably???? >w<

#Kirby #Kirby OC #Apologies AU #Apologies AU AU #Noir (human form dms)#I've got more sketches of him cooking but this post was already getting long with just the text alone #Has Dess said how much Dess hates costume design??#(He takes a LOT of elements from MK due to his training)#The hair ribbon was gift from... Ribbon #I wonder if White-Haired Noir needs a new tag now #Seeing as how the DMS elements of him are running low #cw: character death #...for Adeleine ^^;#King Dedede #Adeleine #I may let him play in the OC Reindeer Games now maybe???#I am not sure who WANTS to yet ^^; ... plus I feel like not drawing humans is why a good chunk of us are here but! XD #(Stop being nervous Dess and indulge in the cringe!!!!)

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ramblingsfromthytruly · 4 days ago

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could u recommend me some marauders fics?

I was in the fandom for a month like a few years back, but i had somehow stumbled upon the most toxic part of the community..and got scared away immediately.

Ive got some prejudice, but i really want to give it another chance after the enthusiasm i saw in your blog ;)

totallyyyyyyyy

(im sorry but im lazy to link them but um they're all on ao3.. also fair warning im a bit biased cuz these r some of my own personal favs.. at least among the ones i can actually remember lmao) (also i didn't include atyd cuz i figured if u were looking for marauders fics, that one was prolly the first one anyone mentioned to u..)

the cadence of part-time poets - motswolo

wolfstar (remus/sirius) centric. muggle band au. the ocs own my heart, especially tonya<33 also remus & marlene's friendship in this is so ugh<333 plus i love how the writer characterized remus in this one (i've been so sick of reading that whole angry alpha remus stuff so this was a welcome change)

alice, look at me - rollercoasterwords

14-15k words of just FULLY nobleflower (alice/narcissa) centric canon-compliant. angst. lovely<3

the hand that feeds - rollercoasterwords

dorlene (dorcas/marlene) centric 23k longfic. again, lots of angst, i.e., the lesbians gotta die :( there's an emmary (emmeline/mary) fic in the same series.

heroes in the seaweed - rollercoasterwords

(yes im in love with this person's writing) this one's about mary macdonald's time at hogwarts. with marylene (mary/marlene). oneshot.

as the worm moon dies - rollercoasterwords

this one's really interesting.. it's sorta set in the canon universe except no... it changed a couple major aspects of the history but the universe's mechanisms (the magic, the creatures, etc) are the same.. wolfstar centric. but there's a few interlude chapters with other characters' povs too. the most recent one with lily made me sob :(( the mcs (remus, sirius, james, lily, reg) are all in their mid-late 20s ig. horcrux hunt with james being the harry equivalent, i.e., the chosen one of the prophecy. discusses quite a few heavy themes so mind the tags..

dear moony - barneylove

muggle boarding school au. mainly focuses on the friendship and found family aspect. sirius centric, especially with his family (parents, cousins, brother). all the characters are incredibly fleshed out. this is year 1-3. the author is gonna write the rest of the years in another work. it's part of a whole series of various other works set in the same universe. very very wholesome and fluffy and hurt/comfort with emphasis on the comfort. maybe feels a bit unrealistic with how harsh the real world but it seems intentional

seasons in desire - dykesiriusblack

a dorlene oneshot i love very very much<33 tis incredibly poetic

maroon - arakhnee

a marylily (mary/lily) oneshot i like the vibe of very much

if we survive the great war - arakhnee

another oneshot by the same author whose vibe i just really enjoyed<3 pandalily during the war. tw: infidelity im pretty sure

shooting stars, falling objects - nyx_21

prongsfoot (james/sirius) centric. ongoing work. basically sirius died just before graduating from hogwarts.. except he didn't, he was taken.. and he's found again. but he has memory loss.. yeah it's cool. divorced jily (james/lily) & adorable toddler harry.

im really sorry but these are the only ones i remember off of the top of my head (if u hate them all pls just never tell me because i will not be able to handle that)

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things-of-fire · 9 months ago

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The Power of Sky 🌩️🌼

Harpy is a SkyWing animus who’s part of a future AU I made a while back. This art is a little old, but I think it holds up. I’ve been thinking about this AU more lately and I’ll probably come back to it.

In short, Harpy discovered their powers when they were a dragonet. Not knowing that magic was banned in the Sky kingdom, they excitedly showed it off by enchanting a field of flowers to bloom. They were sentenced to death the very same day. However, a NightWing dragonet born beneath blood moons had a vision of Harpy’s death and convinced her tribe’s prince to go save them. Harpy grew up in the rainforest alongside the NightWings and RainWings. Eventually, they become a key player in a continental war.

The NightWing dragonet who saw Harpy’s death has had a few names, including Bloodmoon and Warteller. I’d like to give her something different—maybe Omen? Sanguine? Who knows! She and Harpy have a tense relationship, made worse by the fact that they’re pining for each other. The NightWing feels responsible for putting Harpy in a difficult situation, while Harpy struggles to be loyal to anyone in the face of war.

[ID: A digital illustration of the creator’s Wings of Fire OC, a SkyWing named Harpy. They are a wyvern who has deep scarlet-orange scales with darker orange accents and a lighter underbelly. Their wings and the spikes on their neck and tail are a deep maroon. Harpy wears a black cloak lined with dark iridescent feathers, as well as a simple moonstone necklace and gold earring. Their piercing yellow eyes match a glowing flower that hovers between their talons. Harpy is floating in a background of abstract purple clouds. Three circles resembling dark moons frame Harpy’s head. They’re staring determinedly to the left, as if deep in thought. End ID]

#wings of fire #wof #wings of fire oc #wof oc #wof fanfic #dragon #anthro #my art

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jessiemeows · 29 days ago

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Lost & Found

Chapter 1: My Dagger Happy Friend

A/N: First impressions mean everything, right? This is just a retelling of events of how I think it would have gone down during Amaya & Astarion's first meeting. It played out similarly to how it does in the actual game but after this, things start to be different :) I'm very slow when it comes to writing so I'm sorry if I don't come out with a chapter like once a week. I would expect one to two chapters in a month. Of course, I will be writing other things, like headcanons or short little stories that I think of. :)

Pairing: F!Durge, OC (Amaya), Tiefling, Selunite Cleric X Spawn Astarion

Rating: 18+!!! mentions of violence, blood, corpses, death, basically durge things if you know how that character is

WC: About 1500

Previous chapter here

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Story:

"Gods, what a mess," Amaya muttered through gritted teeth, crawling herself towards the makeshift dock nearby. The tiefling had been wading in the cool waters of the Chionthar, desperately seeking relief from the wound on her leg that a flaming intellect devourer had so graciously gifted her.

Her muscles began screaming in protest, as she hoisted herself onto the weathered planks and collapsed, the sun's warmth washing over her face as exhaustion tugged at her consciousness. Every struggling heartbeat sent waves of agony through her body. Fighting against the pain, she pushed herself upright and summoned what little magic remained within her. A whispered healing word incantation brought forth shimmering streams of white light that caressed her skin like a warm embrace of moonlight. She then quickly uncorked one of her two remaining healing potions, and liquid warmth pooled in her stomach as the wound began to knit her torn flesh partially together.

Pushing stray curls from her eyes, she rummaged through her pack with trembling hands, she found some clean gauze. As she wrapped her injury, she noticed her left wrist bindings were soaked crimson with blood. Working quickly, she cleaned and dressed both wounds, though the effort had left her head beginning to pound, she sank back down on the makeshift dock again and closed her eyes.

Her thoughts wandered to the two women who'd helped her aboard the Nautiloid. Though their names escaped her, the dark-haired half-elf—another cleric, she'd wagered—stood out in her memory. Right now, Amaya would have given anything for anyone that could help with a healing touch.

Just as she was about to drift a man’s voice shattered her reverie. "Help, someone please help!" The voice pleaded. Curiosity overcame caution, and Amaya pushed herself to her feet, limping toward the sound.

The man who'd called out towered over her, a pale elven man, whose appearance bordered on almost unnaturally perfect, as if he possessed an ethereal presence—silver curls arranged with precision, framing his sharp features, his dark rich blue and maroon doublet adorned with intricate gold designs without a single thread astray. There was something else about him, a sense of familiarity that tugged at the edges of Amaya's memory.

"Hurry," the pale man whispered, crouching near a bush. "I've got one of those brain things cornered." His vermillion eyes fixed on her, brows furrowing. "There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others."

"Uh, sure, I can handle it. Stand back," Amaya replied, her instincts screaming that something was wrong. As she approached the bushes, a wild boar burst through the foliage. In that same instant, strong hands seized her waist, and her feet swept out from under her. She hit the ground hard, her attacker's legs tangling with hers to prevent escape. Cold steel pressed against her throat.

"Shh," the elf breathed, his voice low and dangerous sending a shiver down Amaya’s spine. "Not a sound—not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours." His piercing gaze began to lower and fixate on her vulnerable neck. Amaya clawed desperately at his dagger arm, her long nails clawing at his skin and drawing blood, but his grip remained iron-tight.

He clicked his tongue, pressing the blade deeper. "Now, now darling, let's not be difficult. I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod."

Suddenly the world around her shifted, plunging her into a vivid flashback. The cloying scent of thick, coagulated blood hung heavy in the air, and she found herself once again surrounded by the thousands and thousands of lifeless corpses from her earlier nightmare. That same pale, elven face that had transfixed her in her dream now stood out starkly before her, with a dagger pressed against her neck.

As the flashback began to fade, a searing pain lanced through her wounded leg, clouding her thoughts. “Answer me, damnit!” the elf demanded raising his voice. She shook her head in protest, tears welling in her eyes. In desperation, she twisted his knife arm trying to lift herself up, but he slammed her back into the dirt. "Don't lie to me! I-agh!"

Again, suddenly, something twists, but this time, it's between both of their minds—the tadpole that infected them formed a connection, linking their minds. Through his eyes, Amaya glimpsed dark, crowded streets. She could feel his fear—his fear of not only the worm but also of the light and the dread of someone, someone that he knew.

"What was that? What's happening?" he snarled, his grip loosening for a precious moment. Amaya sought the opportunity to escape his knife arm, but he recovered too quickly.

"Ha! A fine effort, but I've seen it all. I was walking this land while your ancestors were learning to crawl." He growled into her ears. The dagger bit into her skin, she could smell a faint metallic smell of her own blood. "Now, tell me what just happened!"

Her head began to race, brewing up a dark tapestry of violent methods to murder the elf. She could weaken him with a quick sacred flame cantrip, burning his knife hand and easily gaining the upper hand. She could quickly topple him and slice his neck wide open with his own dagger, savoring his death as she bathed in his blood. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to act, to give in to the impulse, to give into the urge. Oh, how the urge would love to be drenched in his blood but this wasn’t her, this was not what she truly wanted.

The pounding in her head intensified as she fought to suppress these sick, intrusive thoughts. Only after a few agonizing seconds did Amaya finally snap. "We can talk when you stop acting like a paranoid lunatic!"

The pale elf's disapproving click was followed by a dangerous smile. "Stupid. I saw into your head, you know." His expression darkened but he then slowly released her, both of them rising cautiously. "You're not one of them. They took you, same as they took me. I'm half tempted to spill your guts all over the dirt anyway, but for now—apologies." His voice had a hint of sympathy.

"'Apologies' better not be all you're offering," Amaya growled, brushing dirt from her tattered clothes. "Though I can’t entirely blame you, I was looking forward to seeing yours spilled too." She avoided his gaze and began to fix her bandages, wincing slightly. The elf had reopened her wound, and the throbbing pain only worsened by the dirt and sand that now covered it. Infection was a looming concern, but she would have to worry about that later when they finally found somewhere safe.

"Aha, a kindred spirit! But I'm afraid I'm all out of wine and flowers, so an introduction will have to suffice." The elf offered a theatrical bow. "I am Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when those beasts snatched me and you are?"

Amaya straightened her spine, finally meeting his gaze. "I'm... Amaya. Amaya Othzál, I think," she said softly, arms crossed. The more she looked at him the more captivated she was by his breathtaking beauty, possibly the most stunning man she had ever seen. She felt a flutter in her stomach as their eyes met, her cheeks beginning to flush with a faint pink tinge.

"A pleasure," Astarion purred, resting his slender hands on his hips. "So, do you know anything about these worms?"

"You know as much as I do," the tiefling responded to him flatly, rolling her eyes at him.

"I suppose it's not exactly common knowledge. These worms are already affecting me—I can feel it." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Now what to do about it..."

"And, what's your plan?" Amaya said as she studied him carefully.

"Well, getting out of here might be a start," Astarion drawled sarcastically. "Then finding someone who knows about these worms. I need an expert. Someone who knows how to control these things..."

Amaya's face contorted in shock, "Wait, hold on. Control them? I want them gone!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, yes, of course," he dismissed with a wave, his tone nonchalant. "But first things first."

"Well, maybe we should travel together, I could use the company," a smile finally graced her lips. "As long as you promise no more daggers at my throat." the tiefling suggested playfully.

"You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea. And you seem like a useful person to know.” He placed his hand over his heart giving her a mischievous smile. “And I promise on my honor, no more daggers at your throat. Unless you give me a reason."

Amaya giggled at him, now giving him an even brighter smile, “Very well, follow me then.”

As they set off, Amaya’s thoughts swirled as her body felt disappointed in her, a waste that she didn’t kill the man. She could feel her body recoiling against her again, beginning to feel nauseous. She then swallowed hard to keep herself from retching.

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thenumberonelistener · 10 months ago

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My Hero Academia playlist (and why the songs are there)

(pls reblog with further suggestions i wanna add stuff to my playlist because I made this playlist 2 years ago)

Dirty Little Secret (all american rejects) : idk it originally went with my main oc ship because it was with shouto and they needed to hide it from his dad

Bakugo! (KVMIL) : I mean, duh.

Me and My Broken Heart (Rixton) : I gave this to todoroki. I'm not sure why. for some reason I thought it matched the angsty vibe

Hey, Soul Sister (Train) : Dekuchaco. That's all.

Rude (MAGIC!) : This gave me really big Kirishima vibes when I made it and it still does.

All Star (Smash Mouth) : This is my All Might song. thats it.

Starships (nicki Minaj) : Minaaaa <3

Pound The Alarm (nicki minaj) : This gives me so many... Present mic dj vibes

Bang Bang (K'naan) : This is just so cute and I like using it for any ship I'm thinking of.

Boss Bitch (doja cat) : another Mina song. It's probably in here because it used to wake me up.

Hot 'n Cold (Katy Perry) : purely JUST for the icyhot memes.

Va Va Voom (Nicki minaj) : I think i thought this went with mina when i put it in here? i don't know but i like this song. Could go better with midnight though.

Peach Sign (Kenshi Yonezu) : this is one of the theme songs.

You make me feel... (good) (Cobra Starship) : This song is just such a bop?? soOO GOOD? and it was one of my dance team songs at the time. It's just a good, sfw kind of ship song? but can really be used for found family too? I think?

Uraraka (GameboyJones) : OBVIOUSLY I HAVE TASTE

The Red Means I love you (Madds Buckley) : this song was made about Himiko Toga, and i love it

Class 1-A (Rustage) : This seems obvious

A World Alone (Lorde) : i put it in here for my oc, honestly <3

Get Him Back! (olivia Rodrigo) : I have no idea whY, but it reminded me of hitoshi?

Sora ni Utaeba (amazarashi) : it's one of the theme songs

Here with me (d4vd) : made me sad and reminded me a little of the empty oboro-shaped hole in Mic and Aizawa's friend group

Everybody Talks (Neon Trees) : Gives me denki vibes honestly

Good old fashioned loverboy (queen) : ERASERMIC!!!! gay.

Dear Future husband (meghan Trainor) : no idea why it's in here, take your best guess.

Still into you (paramore) : ERASERMIC!

Moves Like Jagger (maroon 5) : Present mic. thats it.

Don't Threaten me with a good time (Panic!) : I think this is in here because of Mic, but I'm not sure.

Sweater Weather (The Neighborhood) : bisexual anthem... it's just the vibe

Airplanes (B.o.B) : the memes, but also because I just like this song. and it fits with the rest of the playlist vibes

The Record player Song (Daisy the Great) : This song was more attributable to one of my ocs, Sairento

Prom Queen (Beach Bunny) : I related this to Sairento but also to Ochako

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mintquetzal · 3 months ago

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Posting my ocs I have refs for put the fixation into hyperactive so I'm adding some rambles/info for Noctus Datura and other stuff I have cooking. Feel free to read if interested, if not then that's OK ✨️

Noctus Datura College staff:

Headmage (Chernabog): Ahmya

History Professor (Yokai): Toshiko

Alchemy Professor (Madam Mim): Mira

Gym Teacher (Gantu): Kaimana

Shop Owner (Helga Sinclair): Claire Preston

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Much like NRC, Noctus Datura College performs its orientation with its signature magical item. The school hosts a large Sundrop flower, its magic powerful enough to help power for the school. In order to keep it protected, a barrier is put up 24/7.

When freshman are inducted into NDC, they are given a potted datura flower bud for orientation. The freshman will approach the Sundrop, allowing its magic to allow the datura bud to bloom into the color of the dorm they most resonate with.

The flower colors are as followed:

Pradegala- orange

Felinox- white

Intica- pink

Sonneblum- maroon

Navisur- red

Cemuera- golden yellow

Samhaia- bright green

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Ahmya (NDC headmage) and Crowley's dynamic in a nutshell:

Crowley: all my students love me ✨️

Ahmya: *turns to the students* raise your standards

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Ahmya:

-originally from Briar Valley and is a fae

-sister dated Crowley and she was happy when they broke up because wtf did she see in him OR dobwhat a friend suggested with Crowley and her being bitter divorced peeps but idk if her standards would go that low.

-is strict with the NDC students, but will make sure all their needs are met as they attend school and help provide advice after graduation.

-24/7 Crowley hater

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When a student is named housewarden at NDC, the stained glass that adorns the windows of the Sundrop's room morphs into their image. Beside their image is a portrait of their vice housewarden, allowing new students to identify who is in charge of their dorm. If a housewarden is beat, the stained glass will instantly morph to the new housewarden.

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NDC Housewardens:

Navisur: Fara Rogers (Captain Hook)

Intica: Yasmin Salazar (Yzma)

Pradegala: Imara Sarma (Shere Khan)

Samhaia: Scolia Nyx (Oogie Boogie)

Sonneblum: Althea Bellefleur (Mother Gothel)

Felinox: Rochelle Lechat (Pete)

Cemuera: Cecilia Montenegro (Ernesto de la Cruz)

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Hallow's Valley has a diverse array of fae, many of their cultures dating back since the kingdom's establishment. The abundance of species flocked towards the Hallow's Valley during the era where humans started to invade fae villages for resources. In order to avoid a war that could have resulted in many fae species facing extinction, the reigning Nyx family made a deal with the humans. In return for resources from the fae, the humans were made to work with fae to maintain those resources so neither would risk starvation. In order to keep an eye on the human population to ensure the terms were met, the Nyx family cast a barrier that hid the kingdom from plain sight. If the humans tried to cross them, no other human settlements would be able to know of their sudden disappearance.

Despite some opposition from both sides, the Nyx family were able to stabilize the human/fae relationship for the centuries followed.

In modern times, both fae and humans intersect in order to help each other as a community as opposed to Briar Valley's relationship with humans.

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Hallow's Valley is a country home to various cites and towns with an abundance of cultures, thanks to the intertwining of human and fae. One of the most popular locations is Santa Cruz de Solaria, Cecilia's hometown. It's known as the birthplace of instrumental magic which the citizens have kept alive for centuries. Many spirits of the past roam the city's streets during the Festival de los Muertos, an annual tradition that honors the dead and let's loved ones reunite. However, if a spirit no longer lives on in the memories of the living, they vanish to the Isla de Olvidar where they can no longer wander with the living.

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Ok thats all ✨️

Let me know if you want to read more! I love talking about my bbys 💖

#twst wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twisted wonderland ocs #twisted wonderland #oc rambling #twst oc lore #oc shenanigans #im so hyperfixated on this damn game

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kumo-inyanga · 3 months ago

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Side-Side Characters

Characters so unimportant I can easily spoil them.

(Basically OCs)

Heartslabyul

Name: Usagi Hollow

Age: 20

Species: Jackrabbit beastman

Height: 173 cm

Third year at Night Raven College

Unique Magic: “Running out of Time”

Catchphrase: “I’m late! Sorry, pardon me, coming through! I’m late!”

Magic type: Light

tea to the left, tart to the right, dormouse in the middle and jam at mid height. all forks are to be shining, all knives bright with care, and every spoon, kettle and teacup are to be cleaned with fresh air. not one thing out of place or a hair out of sway, this tea party should be perfect as the queen’s cabaret.

this was a chant that usagi knew through and through, one he sang every time he had to prepare a tea party. not only was it quick, it helped him set it up without hitch! ah goodness, it’s even making his inner thoughts rhyme. but alas, there’s nothing usagi can do. he’s already fretted and waited enough, any longer and he’d be late! let him review…

the table has a table cloth, checkered red and white and aligned horizontally to the east rosebushes, the tea is on the left side within quick reach of the white rabbit to serve after the third word of the queen. the tart is to the right for the brown hare to serve the table after the sixth word of the queen’s guest, and the dormouse is in the middle just next to the jam for the guest to spread should the dormouse awaken. the forks are catching the light so any unwanted birds fly away, the knives are carefully cleaned like a mirror to remind the queen of her beauty, and the spoons, kettles and teacups are perfectly air dried to create a light taste in the tea.

good! now he just needs to actually bring the dishes and his first task is–

“usagi! please help! need a little assistance over here!!” someone yelled from the hedgehogs pen, his ears pricking up to catch the sound.

“b-be right over!” he looked around frantically, spotting a nearby sophomore who was painting some stray roses, “sir, would you please bring these crepes to the table? i shouldn’t be long!”

the student looked a little put off, but quickly nodded, telling his friend to do the roses for him while he tended to the table. usagi ran off, finding the student that called him covered in hedgehogs of pink, green and blue, but some were yellow and even maroon!

“goodness me, what happened?” usagi couldn’t help but ask as he brushed away the hedgehogs, them happily rolling along the fresh-cut grass, no longer than a snip. he counted them as they rolled, a perfect deck if you include the flamingos.

“i was coloring them when the paints mixed together, and then my partner left to help someone else and they all covered me!” the student explained as he collected the paints, showing the odd mixtures of color.

“couldn’t you–” use magic, was what usagi would say, had he not spotted the collar around his neck. he quieted in sympathy, looking back to the hedgehogs.

“..yeah. i missed singing to the hedgehogs after they sneezed, but i was at a mandatory club meeting and wasn’t even informed…” usagi looked back up at that, confusion in his warm red gaze. though he did break a rule, his circumstances should pass.

“did you not have a trial?” he asked as he pulled out his pen, waving it to the critters and fixing their colors. pink and green and aquamarine, but never black or brown or white, and never red or gold or snow cold.

the student looked surprised, as if he hadn’t considered that option, “a trial? we can have trials?”

“why yes, we can, for any complicated case. in fact it’s protocol according to rule 73 of the Queen Handbook, “always have a trial even for the most inane and mundane cases”.” usagi explained, helping the student fix the paint.

“the…the queen’s handbook?!” the student exclaimed, shocked beyond belief. usagi looked at him oddly before remembering something.

“ah, yes. it’s lesser known, but it’s the same as the law of the queen of hearts, except it’s written directly by her. i tend to use it more but i know the rules for both editions. i would’ve expected riddle to do the same…” although his explanation was true, his reason was different in truth. the queen’s handbook was simply much more lawful and logistic, and was a requirement for lawers of the queendom to read and memorize.

“w-well you need to bring that up to rosehearts! i can’t believe this! i’ll read that handbook, this might be the one thing i can safely use against him!” the student was excited, hurriedly putting away the paints and double checking the lock on the door, quickly waving to usagi and running off.

“o-oh, goodbye!” usagi waved back, taking the pocket watch he had and checking the time. he almost had to adjust his monocle, it was ten minutes til!

his very next job was to return to the table, seeing it half finished and the student nowhere in sight. he sighed, not blaming anyone as he quickly rearranged the food and brought out the last of it, then moving to his last task of preparation. he had to ensure all the students were finished or close to, and help anyone who isn’t.

he walked through the sections that needed attention, seeing it done but with hesitance, and with a few things out of place. he fixed it quick, for not a leaf could be out of place, not for this party and not for the queen! he gathered the students, told them to hurry, get in their seats before they face the queen’s fury.

then he came to a section so sad, so sad that he couldn’t just pass. the flamingos, oh dear! they were out of their pen, colored red and white and green, blue and black and aquamarine! he looked to the students, yet no one was there, so usagi had no choice but to clean up the mess.

he fixed the terrible colors, and herded them to their pens, giving them each a small pet, before checking the time.

four o’clock sharp was when the party started, and his rabbit ears twitched as he heard the trumpets. the trumpets of arrival, inviting the queen. but he was in the maze, and she was in the fringe!

“i’m late, i’m late! oh what a disaster!” he ran from his spot, feet kicking up dirt. he checked the time again, and couldn’t be more hurt. he had no choice now, as he muttered these words, “i’m late, i’m late, i’m running out of time!”

the grass around him stilled, the leaves stopped rustling, the wind stopped whispering. the trumpets cut short, yet his heart stayed pumping. he checked his pocketwatch one last time, the dial spinning as it lost track of the hour. he passed by fallen petals and discarded cards, a few other late peoples, but he could not surrender.

soon, soon he arrived, it was still four o’clock when he felt the wind rise. as the world went back to normal, the tunes playing in faith, the queen locked eyes with him, and inquiring state.

all he did was smile as he pulled out his chair, letting the queen sit as he bowed and felt the fresh air.

“let us begin,” the queen said three words, prompting him to serve tea to his tyrant, rose-red king.

#DaE #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #oc #unique magic #Heartslabyul #white rabbit #it was definitely spoilers for the next dae chapter

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lucygraybaird · 2 months ago

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Part 3!

Dolly Rose was the first awake. She quietly got out of bed before going downstairs. It was early- around 5:30 am but she had things to do before school. She had to have a bath, get dressed, do her hair and makeup before she could even leave. The sun was barely up yet so she grabbed a small candle, walking around as she used the candle to light up her surroundings.

She walked into the bathroom, flicking on the old flickering light before getting ready. She brushed her teeth before getting into the cold bath. She didn't have time to heat up her water. The covey didn't get heated water due to how far they lived. She sat in the cold water for a while, trying her best to stop shivering as she washed her hair and body before getting out after half a hour.

She grabbed her school issued uniform. It was a dark blue pladded skirt which was a few sizes to small although Dolly Rose tried her best to hide that it didn't fit anymore. She had gone through a recent growth spurt a few weeks ago. She finally hoped she was going to have her first period so she could finally fit in with her classmates. She also put on her white school shirt and her blue sweater before putting on her knee high white socks with a matching dark blue bow which matched the sweater. She put on her dark blue strapped school shoes on which were again two sizes to small.

She also needed to heat some water before school for Sky Jade's bath later. She grabbed the small tub before taking over many buckets of water till the tub was full. She put it close to the fire so it would be warm in a few hours hopefully.

Dolly Rose checked the time, it was already 6:30. She began to finish her essay quicky but taking care with her handwriting. She had to do all her work in cursive otherwise he'd rip up your essay, Dolly Rose had heard rumors of it happening but never saw it before. Anyways- she was afraid of it despite the probably untrue rumors.

The rest of the covey slowly woke up, Barb Azure got up a very tired Barb Azure, trying to get Sky Jade to get dressed. "Mmm- don't wanna do school-" sky Jade whined softly to Barb Azure.

"You gotta learn how to read and write and do your math. I ain't gonna have you strugglin' like I did. I had to learn by myself when I was 12. Now ain't wanna hear anymore complain' off you" Barb Azure told her. She was strict on school till the kids could do basic math, read and write. After that they could decide if they wanted to drop out and live a more traditional covey life. After 7, the kids learnt a musical instrument and at 8 were able to perform. Sky Jade started a few years early. She sang with Maude Ivory sometimes although she was often out of tune. Since she was small and adorable, the audience didn't mind. Sky Jade also went around, collecting money with Maude Ivory occasionally but most time she was at home, sleeping as it was still a little to late for her.

"But I don't wannnnnnnnnna!!!!!" Sky Jade whined as she put her sweater on. She had the same uniform as Dolly Rose.

"Sky Jade. It's only 3 hours. You'll make it" Barb Azure said clearly, giving her a look. Despite being only 7, Barb Azure couldn't stand her whining.

Sky Jade flopped on the floor dramatically. "I'ma dyin' then!" She complained as Marigold came down the stairs, hearing this. "Guess we're burnin' her then!" She said with a smirk, getting the matches which immediately scared Sky Jade. "NUH UH I AINT DEAD!!!!!! IMA GONNA GO TO SCHOOL!!!!" Sky Jade said, jumping up immediately to get ready for school.

Meanwhile Dolly Rose was looking for Magic Maroon. Despite not having to go to school as she could do basic reading, writing and maths Dolly Rose wanted her to. Magic Maroon was hiding under her bed, trying to keep as silent as possible. She didn't want to go again-.......

"Magic Maroon. Come on I don't want to be late!" Dolly Rose called out but was met with silence. Dolly Rose came upstairs, knowing where her sister was probably hiding. She looked under the bed. "You ain't even dressed!!" She snapped.

"Don't wanna go-" She whispered softly, hiding her face in her lap as she felt the tears threating to spill. She didn't want her sister to worry about her.... Did she?-

"I have told you thousands of times. You must!" She grumbled, dragging her out before shoving the uniform in her arms. Magic Maroon quietly sighed before going off to change. Maybe she could run back home in a few hours if she planned it out? Magic Maroon looked at herself in the mirror, trying to adjust her pigtails to be straight but they never were. She quietly left the bathroom, grabbed her pin filled school bag from the counter before leaving.

The pins were handmade from a small craft store. They were expensive, 5 dollars just for one but Magic maroon had tons. She had probably spent over $100 for her collection. She quietly walked with Dolly Rose as Sky Jade struggled to keep up. "I want Maudey to come to school with me!" She whined. "Maude Ivory is smarter then you. She aged out remember?" Dolly Rose said, not realising how harsh it actually sounded. The walk was quiet till they got there.

Sky Jade immediately ran off to go play with her friends while Dolly Rose went to her friends, leaving Magic Maroon alone. She sat under the massive, old, thick tree which had been there since before Panem even started apparently. She opened her sketchbook, quietly drawing a rabbit. She wished she could have a small rabbit for her own. She'd call the rabbit 'trick' so the two of them could be the 'Magic trick' Truthfully she thought that was kinda smart. After what only felt like 3 minutes, the bell rang for school to start.

The school was small- only having a few classrooms. The morning classes were for the older kids while the afternoons were for the younger kids, 7 below but Sky Jade had just graduated to the older kids classes due to being 7. Sky Jade excitedly ran inside with her friends while Dolly Rose walked in, chatting.

Meanwhile Magic Maroon quietly stood in the back of line, waiting to get in. She immediately made a beeline for the back of the glass, sitting down as she watched everyone talk to their friends but at least she had the mockingjays and the covey back at home..... Right?- it wasn't that depressing.... Right-?

She waited for the teacher to come in. As soon as the teacher came in, the whole class stood up to greet Mr. (Insert name here). "Good morning Mr. (Insert)! Good morning everyone!" The class chatted as Magic Maroon mouthed the words, not really saying anything. She sat down as the class stared silent reading. She grabbed her reading book she had gotten from the library. Despite being the poorest district, the school had a small library which was also open to the general public during none school hours. She opened her book and pretended to fake read. The book was boring and very captioly- Lucy Gray's stories were better anyways!!!! Not even after 5 minutes the boredom was getting to her..... Magic Maroon wanted to go home. So... So badly.... Maybe... Just maybe she could fake sick?-. She knew Dolly Rose would find out sooner or later and maybe mad at her if she found out she was faking but what other choice did she have?- She didn't want to be in school anymore. She didn't like it plus she had no friends. She raised her hand, not high enough to everyone to see but high enough for only the teacher to see.

"Yes?" Mr Fern said.

"I don't feel well. May I go home?" Dolly Rose asked.

"You may. Rest well and I hope to see you tommrow" Mr Fern said, giving her a knowing look. Well shit- but Dolly Rose hoped she could fake her sickness for a little longer.....

As she grabbed her school bag, she walked out. As soon as she got out of the classroom, she quicky skipped home as fast as she could although she slowed down as she got into town, sneaking into the bakery. She didn't have much- only a few pennies to spend on something. She walked into the bakery, giving Mrs. Fox. Despite the strange name- She wasn't a fox.... Or maybe she hid it extremely well?-

"Mornin'" Magic maroon said, walking into the small bakery.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Mrs. Fox smirked, joking around with her.

"Aren't you supposed to be makin' the gross bread?" Magic Maroon smirked. D12s bread was slowly getting introduced despite Mrs. Fox hating to make it- she had to but she still made basic brown and white bread although- it was extremely expensive.... £12 dollars for one loaf- The covey could never afford that- ever.

"Yknow I don't like that bread-" Mrs. fox said quietly, afraid who would hear. "Now. What does my favourite girl want?' she asked.

"Anythin' for- uh-' she said slightly before opening her small cat purse that was a birthday gift from Maude ivory a few months ago. She opened it up, finding only 5 pennies. "5 pennies?-" she asked softly, hopefully.

"I can rustle you up some candy?-" Mrs. Fox said as she looked in the back. "Oh! I have some small gingerbreads!" She said, bringing a small brown paper bag.

"Thanks!" Magic maroon giggled as she gave over the money, waving her goodbye before running into the forest. The bakery was close to the forest- maybe Mrs. Fox started the bakery there so she could turn into a fox into the night?-. As she got further into the forest, she found an old oak tree, immediately climbing into it before opening the small bag of gingerbread, taking in the beautiful scent of the cookies. She took a few bites of some cookies before seeing a young mockingjay."

"Psssst pssssst-" she whispered softly to the mockingjay. "Come here sweetie-" Magic Maroon softly begged as the young mockingjay sat on the branch. "Good girl-" she said softly before whistling a soft tune which the mockingjay quicky copied. "Good... Girl- or boy? I don't know mockin' jay genders-" she said softly, giving the small bird a nibble of some gingerbread. "Lucy Gray ain't taught me yet-" she smirked. "But I mean- I know a gender of a bee so that's somethin' ain't it?" She asked the mockingjay as the mockingjay titled their head slightly. "Your very cute ain't you?" She asked with a soft smirk before blowing a kiss to the mockingjay with a soft smirk.

Only after a few moments, she saw Lucy Gray coming towards the school. Shit-. She quietly jumped off the tree, seeing Lucy Gray. She waved softly at her, knowing she'd be in trouble for skipping. "Hey-" she grumbled softly, looking down at her as Lucy Gray gave her a small look.

"Whatcha you doin' out of school sweetie?" She asked as she climbed into thet tree with her.

"Dunno- Just didn't feel good or something" Magic Maroon said softly, fidgeting with her hair slightly and quietly.

"Cmon sweetie. Let's go home-" she said softly as Lucy Gray helped her off the tree as they walked home. The walk was quiet most of the way but Lucy Gray tried to talk to her. "So sweetie- you wanna help me make somethin'?" She asked.

Magic Maroon nodded softly. "Like what? I still have some paint you made me from last month-" she said softly, looking down at the floor anxiously. She felt super guilty for lying to the teacher and leaving school early. She quietly walked in, going upstairs almost immediately as she walked home. She curled up in her bed, quietly crying. She didn't see that Marigold walked in.

"Why you cryin'? Someone mean to you? I'ma gonna get my knife and axe and murder them!" Marigold smirked despite not being allowed a pocket knife after almost stabbing her hand a few year ago because Billy taupe though it was an amazing idea to give a 10 year old a pocket knife for her birthday. That present lasted about 2 hours before getting taken away from her forever.

"Just don't fit in-" Magic Maroon whispered softly.

"Ain't no one does in school-" Marigold tried to comfort. "'part from people who change 'emselfs-" she said, sitting next to her. "Yknow what- wanna me play with you. Somethin' you wanna do-?" She suggested, trying to comfort her.

"Can we play jump rope?" She asked softly, knowing Marigold hated usually playing 'girly games'. Marigold gave a quick nod, helping her up from her bed before running off to go play.

#part 3 #covey fanfic #covey #lucy gray #my writing #ocs #ocs: marigold #the hunger games #ocs: dolly rose #ocs: briar green #ocs: sky jade #ocs: magic maroon #my ocs <3

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ashiemochi · 1 year ago

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(don't) go easy on me - iii ♰

✠ (don't) go easy on me ↳ not bad for our first time, huh?

➶ pairing: OC x Piers Nivans ➶ genre: mostly fluff, slight angst, gore (like a broken bone), first time! smut, cliche mean clique (like two girls) ➶ word count: 13.8k

♰ Content includes: dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, foreplay (f receiving), oral play (f receiving), your typical sexy moment with coke can girth piers

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Gently dabbing the softly scented vanilla oil on her hands, So Ah smeared it all over her hands, arms, and legs, and focused more on her neck and the spots under her ears.

She stood by the tall mirror to add her final touches before straightening up once done.

The berry-coloured dress hugged her waist to give her that curvy look before draping over her hips and stopping at her mid-thigh. The sleeves were puffy and loose over her upper arms. The tie around her waist gave the illusion of a plunging V-neck collar, vaguely making out her chest.

The cotton fabric was cool on her skin, perfect for the summer heat of Washington DC. She won't lie that she didn't wear a lingerie set underneath the dress. The darkly desaturated rose-patterned maroon tights also reached her mid-thighs with a strap attached to her panties of the same colour and pattern. The bralette she wore was also of the same set.

Just a little precaution, she convinced herself, if something were to happen, I'd at least be prepared for it.

The doorbell echoed, jolting her out of her thoughts and she hastily ruffled her hair to her liking and applied her cherry chapstick before skipping out of her room to get the door.

She swung the door open, partially hiding behind it involuntarily and she couldn't hide the smile on her face at Piers standing there with a hand in his pocket and the other holding onto a big fancy paper bag of her paint.

"Hey!" She widened the door to let him in.

Piers walked in, mimicking her grin as she shut the door, "Someone's excited to see me."

She rolled her eyes and reached for the bag only to hold onto his wrist gently, standing on her tippy toes, "Says the one who invited himself to my house."

She pecked his pinking cheek and took the bag, letting out a small huff at the sudden hefty weight. You can always count on heavy supplies and tools when it came to being an artist.

"Oh crap, that's heavy!" So Ah set it down on the ground.

Piers pursed his lips to hold back any quips once he took off his shoes, taking it and easily picking it up, "Here, I'll take it. Where do you want it?"

"In my office." She answered bashfully, walking towards that room and she could sense his silent chuckles.

The office was a sunroom but it was clear the apartment layout had it as a bedroom instead. So Ah, living alone, had it changed into a suitable place where she could easily work on her art projects.

It was also Piers' favourite room because anyone could easily figure So Ah out with just one skim of the place.

It was cluttered but in a way, you'd expect it from an artist. There were shelves upon shelves filled with art books, notebooks, and sketchbooks. a stroller tray was next to it, also filled with tubes of paint of different sizes and shapes, some more used than others.

In the corner were the easel and the half-painted canvas, having a moving table next to it with all the brushes and a mug for dipping them.

Across the room were a chaise lounge and a coffee table in front of it. There were scattered papers and pencils on top of it with charcoal pens nearby. Finally, a plain white desk and chair on the other corner where she usually sits to have any of her online conferences or get stuck on video calls with her family as she had told him.

"You can put it here," She chirped, gesturing to her desk, and she noticed his gaze lingering all over the place, growing flustered, "Ah, sorry about the mess."

"Don't worry about it, this is where the magic happens." Piers put the bag onto the table and then looked at her, not thinking too much about her darkening blush, "So, what did you get this time?"

"Oh!" She skipped up to the table and opened the bag to take out the fancy box, "It's a sample of the new paint set that's coming out this spring!"

Nabbing the palette knife next to her, So Ah cut open the plastic wrap before popping open the box. Stars instantly appeared in her eyes at cherry blossom-themed tubes of paint. It came with extra sets of brushes.

Piers tilted his head at her silently, barely listening to her excited rambles about all the paintings she could do. She always had that glow in her eyes when it came to art – he wondered if he ever could earn that look too.

He trailed his eyes to the small canvases on the table, humming as he picked one up, "Aren't these too small to use?"

So Ah stopped her ranting, already hands deep into the box and she blinked at him, "Ah, I use them whenever I wanna paint something simple or try out a new style."

"Huh." Piers picked up another, turning to her with a subtle grin, "Why don't we give your new paint a try?"

She stilled, letting out an incredulous chuckle, "You want to paint?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"You just don't look like an art guy to me," She continued, picking out one of the next brushes to check the bristles, "I don't think I've ever seen you draw before actually."

"Well, lucky me, I’m dating a professional artist to teach me the ropes then," Piers shot back smugly, waving the two canvases slightly.

She giggled, nodding as she started taking some of the tubes into her hands, "Okay. If you mess up, you're paying for the paint."

"Fine, these are samples so they're free," He scoffed, helping her and moving to the sofa, "And the real thing can't be that expensive anyway."

"Just around $500."

"Excuse me?"

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Soft hums came from the girl who was on the sofa and painting on the small canvas, placing down each stroke precisely and exactly where she wanted it to be. So Ah reached over to dip the tip of her brush into the small puddle of paint that she mixed, looking over at Piers to see how he was doing.

A permanent scowl was on his face, etched in concentration as he was leaning over to the table to have the canvas on it to keep it still and using his other hand to draw. His grip on it was as if he was a kid trying to learn cursive, shaking and all to make one smooth line.

His choice of colours on the other hand... Very questionable.

She could peek at the colour white, peach and brownish red, then there was a random splash of saturated red, pale yellow, and black. It made her involuntarily cringe as he was focused on whatever he was using black for.

It was adorable and quite hilarious but she wasn't going to say that. Instead–

"How are you doing over there, Picasso?" So Ah teased lightly, twirling her brush slowly and he shot her a quick glare.

"You make it look so easy but it's difficult as hell." Piers retorted, swearing under his breath, "Shit, I messed up."

She held back her giggles when he let out a grumble, roughly dipping the brush as if he was waterboarding it.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to do it like that," So Ah quickly stopped him with a nervous laugh, more concerned with the state of her brush and he looked at her, "You do it like this,"

She gently dipped her brush into the water, swirling it around before bringing it back up, "See?"

"Ooh," Piers hummed, mimicking her action and he went back to the task at hand silently.

Straightening up and scooting next to him, she tried to indulge in her curiosity and peek at what he was drawing but he hid it from her, red creeping up his neck and he gave her a look.

"No peeking."

"Oh come on!" She whined playfully, "I won't laugh!"

"Like hell," Piers shot back, "You'll laugh and then the next day, everyone at the BSAA would know about... This."

He gestured to the canvas vaguely and she pouted, "Awh, Chris told you, didn't he?"

Piers nodded, quipping as he leaned back against the sofa with the canvas up to his face and the brush, "For a quiet girl, you sure do like gossiping."

"No one laughed, though!"

"Chris did."

"Well, it's Chris. He laughs at anything." She tried to point out but Piers scoffed, shaking his head.

"You must have a different captain then." He said, brows furrowing for a moment at a certain line.

Maybe she was growing perceptive lately but she could pick up the way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip subtly, hazel eyes as sharp as she'd see them during a shooting range. It was strangely attractive and her heart rattled behind her ribs.

Piers glanced at her without moving his head, noticing her lovestruck cinnamons on him. Assuming she really wanted to see his piece, he let out a defeated sigh, snapping her out of her gaze.

"Fine, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He spoke nonchalantly and she blinked, laughing a little.

She picked up her canvas carefully, aware of the wet paint and she turned it to show him with a toothy grin. His eyes widened lightly.

It was a classic cherry blossom park. Though the colour placement was a little messy, it was good enough to make out the brick floors, the steel fences, the blue sky with several white clouds and the distant city. All that in a small 3-inch by 3-inch canvas.

"How did you manage to fit all that in this tiny thing?" Piers asked, visibly impressed with it all and her cheeks reddened.

"Ah, doing so little is enough." She answered, pointing at the city, "I didn't add any details to these buildings so it would look okay from afar."

"Okay?" He shot back with a raised brow, "So Ah, this is goddamn amazing."

Praises from him were absolutely god-tier.

She bit her inner bottom lip, growing flustered as she avoided his eyes shyly, looking down at her art piece. It really was only a quick sketch and it'd need more work to complete; especially the trees.

She trailed her eyes up to him and then to his canvas, "Your turn."

Piers hesitated in showing her his piece, eyeing her suspiciously, "You promise you won't laugh?"

"I pinkie promise." She put out her finger with a grin and he chuckled, the corners of his lips twitching up.

"What are we, five?" He joked, earning a huff from her before he linked their fingers, "You do know if you laugh, I'm gonna have to cut your finger off, right?"

She giggled, rolling her eyes, "I won't laugh."

"You just did right there!" He gasped dramatically, "You suck at this."

"Because you're being an idiot!" She defended herself, "Stop messing around and show me what you did! I showed you mine!"

"Ugh, fine," He scoffed, trying to appear annoyed but he seemed nervous, handing it to her.

"It can't be that bad," So Ah reassured him with a smile then looked down at it.

She froze.

It was badly drawn like the eyes you'd draw all over your notebook during a boring math class. Yet her artistic-wired brain was able to make out some of the shapes.

It was only a single brown eye with hints of smudged red which she recognized as the colour of cinnamon -- or an attempt of such colour. The skin was peachy with tons of blush and shading in the wrong places. The lashes were chaotic spider legs.

"What..." She didn't know what to say, "Well, it's a good-looking... Eye."

Piers grunted, growing more embarrassed than irritated as he repeated what she said, "It can't be that bad, right?"

So Ah coughed to muffle her snort, plastering on a small smile, "It's fine but uh, what inspired you to draw this in particular?"

He perched his arm over the armrest and leaned his chin on his hand, speaking quietly as he wouldn't look at her, "You."

She stilled, shoulders tensing up as she couldn't hide her surprise, "Me?"

"Yeah," He shrugged slightly, "It's... It's your eye."

She was speechless, staring at him and then down at the canvas, "This is my eye?"

Piers grumbled as if he was a kid getting annoyed from having to blabber nothingness again. He leaned towards her to look at the painting and he pointed at the blob on the supposed waterline of the eye.

"Yeah, stupid," He said, "That's your mole right here and your... Well, I tried to draw the freckles but they're so fucking faint."

So that's why there was an extensive use of brown and red.

The more she stared at the painting, the less it made sense.

One, it was horrendous but endearing.

Two, Piers had paid enough attention to have picked up the tiniest of details on her face. Hell, even she'd forget that there was a mole on her waterline.

Piers was immediately amused by her silence, noticing how her cheeks were growing redder by the second and he could feel his own face flush.

"You... Uhm," So Ah trailed away, trailing her eyes up at him, "Why would you paint my eye?"

He rubbed the back of his head, shrugging nonchalantly, "You told me to paint whatever's on my mind – I would've drawn the other eye but I don't want to spend five hundred bucks on paint."

He was so blunt about it and it only made her more so curious. Yet, shyness was catching up, coiling over her vocal cords when she'd try to speak.

"Wow, uh, sorry, I..."

Piers glanced down at the canvas and then at her, "I know, it's horrible."

She nodded quickly, "Yes, very but uhm," A soft smile reached her face, shoulders going up slightly to her ears, "I like it."

He blinked, cocking up a brow, "You gotta be kidding me, this junk?"

"Yeah," She giggled, pulling it closer to her but careful not to taint her dress, "It's very sweet. It shows you pay attention to details and that's a good trait for becoming an artist."

He huffed, feigning pride as he playfully waved her off, "No chance."

She laughed a little, covering her mouth and Piers picked up on a hair strand falling over to her face. Reaching over, he pushed it gently behind her ear, eyes growing softer by the second.

"I prefer observing art rather than creating it," He admitted tenderly, his thumb caressing the apple of her redred cheek as he hummed, "Like the fact you also have another mole on your nose."

A single peck landed on the tip of her nose, making her scrunch it up with a flustered giggle. He grinned and he brought up his other hand to cradle her cheek, keeping her still from shying away from him.

"And you've got one right here," Piers brushed the faintfaint mole on the bottom lip line with the pad of his thumb, making her lips part slightly, "It's my favourite one."

He glanced up at her eyes to find any sort of reluctance to this but all he could see were her dilated pupils. Hearts might as well bubble and pop over her head at this point.

Piers kissed her slowly to cherish every second of this. Her eyes instantly fluttered shut, lowering one hand to set it onto his knee and push herself closer to his plumplump lips. Parting his lips, he tugged on her bottom lip, his hand trailing to the back of her neck and the other reaching down for the canvas.

She pulled away with a pout when he took it from her hand and casually tossed it onto the table, opening her mouth to protest, "Hey! Be careful with that, the paint's still we – mmh!"

Piers didn't give her room to do so though, silencing her by pressing his lips on hers. That gnawing feeling in her gut returned and her lungs were finding it a bit hard to breathe.

She practically melted into his touch, setting her hands on his broad shoulders and he reciprocated it by wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Piers moved his lips against hers sensually, kissing her with utmost passion.

Her cheeks went redred when the side of her knee barely brushed past his hips and she could've sworn something poked her for a split second. A subtle tug on her waist to his lap was more than enough to shoot her anxiety sky-high.

She hummed, patting his shoulder and she pulled away, breathing heavily, "Wait, wait…"

Piers stared at her like he had done something wrong, pupils were blown as his swollen lips were parted for his heavy panting. His hands went down to her waist, frowning when she sat down back on the couch. Internally, he was already scolding himself.

She clearly wasn't comfortable going to the next stage just yet. Why won't he get that into his head?

"Was that too much?" Piers asked concerned, gingerly squeezing her waist as he licked his bottom lip.

Fuck, that cherry chapstick was going to be the death of him.

They did make out before, but the vibes of his certain one were teetering into a new area. He felt it. He knew she felt it, which was why she was the first one to pull away.

"No, no, it was... Good, uhm," So Ah stuttered, avoiding his eyes by looking over at the canvases and then she sighed, looking back at him, "Look, about what happened... You know..."

Piers was confused for a second before annoyance made its way to his eyes. His hands on her firmed up with that protective scowl on his face.

"What the hell did she do now?" He snapped, surprising her at the change of demeanour, "Did she say anything to you or hurt you again?"

She stared blankly at him, brows furrowing in a completely puzzled expression, "What? What are you talking about? Who's she?"

It was Piers' turn again to go silent before saying, "Cindy Lloyd, kinda hard to forget who broke your hand, So Ah."

"Why would I want to talk about her?" She pressed on, growing more so irritated rather than concerned, "Piers, what did you do?"

He released a heavy sigh, but it was clear he wasn't very remorseful, "I had a talk with her and told her I'd report her if she were to lay a finger on you again."

Her jaw fell slack, eyes widening and he seemed to tense up when she reeled back from him.

"You..." Her voice came out in a whisper, "You threatened her?"

His silence answered her question.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” She exclaimed in shock, “That itself can be reported!”

“Am I supposed to sit aside and watch you getting pushed left and right by her?” Piers shot back, growing frustrated, “By anyone who believes the same shit she does?!”

“Yes!” She snapped in a whine, silencing him and she exhaled heavily. She rubbed her face as he stared at her, baffled by her outburst when she muttered, “God damn it, both of you are so alike.”

He was taken aback as if actually offended, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“She made it her life mission to be part of the BSAA like you did. She trains every single day even on the days off, like you do. She looks up to Chris and hopes she'll make it into his team, she practices all the time, and she does everything in her power to climb the ranks to be one of BSAA's perfect soldiers, just like you.” She elaborated, gesturing to him for enunciation.

“Me joining out of nowhere was... It's unfair to her and everyone else involved. And it doesn't help that she obviously likes you and wants to impress you all the time.” She rubbed the back of her neck and looked away, voice heavy with guilt.

Piers frowned, his eyes darkening gradually, “You deserve to be at the BSAA as much as–”

“No I don't, Piers, and you know it!” She cut him off, groaning as she covered her face, “God... I don't train as much as any of you, and I'm always stuck at the infirmary for my condition. I joined for my family. Cindy joined for the world because it's her dream to make it a better place.”

"You think that little of yourself? All those people after the outbreak are alive because of you.” Piers glared at her, getting closer to get her to drop her hands, “You are part of Green Life Pharmaceuticals for God's sake, your whole thing is making the world a better place. Why would you let yourself be trampled by people like Cindy Lloyd?"

She frowned as she slid her hands down but one went to the back of her neck, gripping her nape with a subtle flinch and she looked down, whispering, "Because everyone at the facility died but me. You and Chris were the only ones who made it out alive, but the rest of your team..."

"Soldiers like us are willing to put our lives on the line no matter what. The mission's the priority."

"Yeah, but–"

"Hey, look," He gently grabbed her hand to encourage her to look at him, determination made his eyes glow, "None of those lives is on your shoulders. You were just another civilian caught in it like all the others. It doesn't mean you have to be punished for it.”

He continued, “You're using the anti-virus for good, and because of that, millions of people were given another chance at life. Doesn't that at least overshadow the bad?"

So Ah was quiet, lips parting but nothing came out, completely speechless. She knew Piers was an opinionated guy, debating with him with pure dogshit with that stubborn brain of his but hearing those words come from his mouth; it soothed her. She fully thought he'd at least agree to half of her thoughts but no.

Her eyes twitched, inhaling deeply and she held his hand, "I don't want you to fight my battles, Piers."

He dropped his head with a sigh, knowing she was talking about his confrontation with Cindy, "I know, I know. Why won't you report her, though?"

So Ah shrugged slightly, "Like I said, she reminds me of you. Pretty sure she learned some of your fighting techniques too."

"Copycat." he scoffed, lip quirking in the corner in annoyance, "At least I don't break bones or some shit."

She giggled a bit, earning a faint smile from him but then it fell when she trailed her eyes down, dreading something.

"What do we do now?"

Piers hummed, thumb caressing the back of her hand, "Well, I was thinking about watching a movie or–"

"I'm talking about Cindy."

He shot her a look, "I really didn't come over and planned on talking about her on our date."

She returned the look, "Well if you didn't go ahead and threaten her then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation."

He narrowed his eyes down at her and she mimicked it, standing her ground. Ah, he can't be too mad at her. She was also just as stubborn as him.

Shaking his head, he relented, "Fine, I'll apologize the next time I see her."

Cecile was right. Communication was fun and healthy.

A toothy smile came to her face and she patted his hand, "Thank you. Now we can watch a movie."

She went to stand up but he only tugged her down by her hand with a small 'hold on' when she gasped, tumbling back onto the couch. Her hand shot out to the cushion in surprise and she looked over at him.

"Wha–"

"If this was never about her, then what were you talking about?" Piers questioned curiously.

Nope, no.

Communication is scary. I repeat communication is scary.

Her eyes widened, tensing up and she tried to play it off, chuckling nervously. He raised an eyebrow at her when she removed her hand from his hold as she spoke, avoiding his eyes.

"Ah, it's nothing. Forget about it."

"So Ah," He pressed on, furrowing his brows a little and he leaned his arm down on his knee to look at her and the other was pressed to the couch behind her, "Is it something I did?"

She blinked, darting her eyes to him in surprise, "What? Why would you think that?"

"Well..." He suddenly seemed nervous, ticking his head to the side, "Whenever things get more intimate between us, you tend to stop whenever I try to go further."

She stared silently at him, eyes unblinking.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable or if it's something about me that's not... You know, it for you."

Piers didn't think he was living up to her standards – which he was, and more. She absolutely hated having made him feel that way about himself. Seeing that subtle frown with the low eyes, she wanted nothing but to change them into something better.

Piers looked over at her, gazing into her cinnamons, "I don't want you to feel pressured into telling me or any–"

"It's me. I'm insecure." She blurted out before she could stop herself and her eyes widened even more, quickly slamming her mouth shut.

Piers blinked at her, taken back and his eyebrows relaxed, eyes softening, "What? Why?"

She sighed defeatedly, cheeks blazing as she grew shyer by the second when she admitted, "It's... I'm worried that I might make it too awkward. I haven't done this in a while and you know... I don’t want it to seem like I’m inexperienced."

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby,” His voice dropped to a tender tone, “Even I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Ah, well,” That only managed to make her feel a little better and she cringed, “It’s different for you.”

He cocked up a brow, already knowing where this was going, “How is it any different for me?”

It was a constant topic.

“Because of... Uhm…” So Ah trailed away, shoulders going up to her ears, “You're young and–"

“If you bring up the age thing again, I'm going to flush all of this paint down the toilet,” Piers threatened and she really didn’t know if he was completely joking or not till he exhaled, “So Ah, c’mon, how many times did we talk about this? You’re not that old.”

“You’re only what, 27? That's still young.” He reminded, genuinely.

She blew a raspberry with a frown, finding the situation embarrassing and she looked away, "You say that because you've never seen me naked."

He shrugged casually, "As much as I'd love that, I don't have to. I'm pretty sure you look just as gorgeous beneath that dress."

Her cheeks reddened as her timid self made her want to coil up into a ball and disappear. So Ah never knew how to respond to compliments or praises. Piers knew that and he was amused about it.

“Look,” The hand behind her goes to her hip and the other gently grasps her wrist, thumb caressing her skin. His voice was calm and soothing; genuine even. The way he looked at her eased her bubbling anxiety down. “We don't have to do anything if you're not ready, but you really gotta stop worrying about your age, So Ah.”

“No, no! I want to! It's…”

The corner of his lips twitched at the sudden enthusiasm and she whispered, tugging and twirling her hair that was cascaded over her shoulder, “I don't want you to think… bad about it.”

“I won't, I promise.” He reassured her before straightening up for a second only to move closer so their knees were brushing, “Why don't we start off slow and see how it goes from there?”

The atmosphere around her seemed to have shifted into a sensual one and she could already feel something hot spreading in her. Letting out a heavy inhale to calm her nerves, she nodded.

Piers flashed her a grin, releasing her hand to cup the back of her neck with his thumb tracing her jawline. His eyes dropped to her lips, minty breath merging with cinnamon. Glancing up into her eyes for any indication that she was unsure, he sealed his lips on hers.

Piers was passionate like always, but now slower in case he’d accidentally make her uncomfortable. His hands stayed in their spots but his thumbs would caress her skin occasionally to offer some sense of comfort.

So Ah felt her heart banging out of her chest, setting her hand on his knee to push herself closer to his lips – which he more than accepted. His tongue swiped her bottom lip and her lips parted shyly only for him to deepen the kiss. He instantly earned a soft moan from her, tilting his head to the side as he fought back the smile.

Eventually, Piers trailed his hand down to her waist, tugging her subtly to lead her to his lap. So Ah crawled up onto him as he leaned back against the couch, keeping his lips on hers which were growing needy by the second. Her legs were on either side of him but she didn’t sit, barely hovering over him as he bit her bottom lip.

Piers grasped her hips, fingers digging into her plush flesh with a faint hum and he pulled away from the kiss a little. His lips were red and swollen, subtly shimmering due to her cherry chapstick as his voice was breathy.

"Sit."

The neediness and demand in his tone were so unbelievably sexy; it did nothing but make her comply – though hesitantly.

Then she knew why; something was pressing up against her subtly. It seemed the surprise had shown on her face, making the corner of his lips quirk up faintly. Her hands were grasping his jacket on his shoulders, hips as still as a wooden board as if afraid one slight movement would be too much for her.

"What is it?" He got her attention by pecking her jaw chastely though his hands were nothing but enticing, "Wanna tap out?"

His hips stayed still, if not shuffling his feet a little to get comfortable and thus widening his legs just slightly. His hot breath brought goosebumps as he peppered her neck with small kisses. She managed to whimper out a small 'no', fighting the urge to rock her hips to indulge in the heat spreading in between her legs.

It was only when a hitched faint whine came from her did he pause at the spot that he brushed past.

Her hand went to the back of his nape, fingers brushing the short hair at the back as he focused more on the spot right under her ear. He reached down to her thigh, squeezing her and the other hand went to the side of her ribs. His teeth grazed her skin and she found it hard to stay quiet, especially when his sneaky thumb pressed into the side of her breast.

So Ah muffled her moan, squeezing her eyes shut and his ears pricked up at the sound. He trailed his kisses up her neck and jawline, leaving the now obvious growing hickey behind. He cocked up a brow, noticing just how red she was.

There was something incredibly hot with how responsive she was to just kissing. Was she just playing along or was she actually that sensitive?

"Is there something I should know?" Piers asked, half curiously.

So Ah avoided his eyes shyly by looking down at his military tag, nervously toying with it, "I'm... I can be a little loud."

His eyes gleamed at that, smirking smugly, "I don't mind." He brushed her strand away from her face, pushing it behind her ear, "I think it's pretty sexy."

"Do you ever shut up?" She grumbled, fully sure that she must've looked like a freshly grown tomato.

"And not cause these cute reactions of yours? Never."

He laughed, shaking his head and he leaned forward to give him enough space to take off his jacket and toss it aside. He relaxed against the couch, leaving him in a white fitted shirt. He wasn't naked and she still thought he was so goddamn hot.

He kissed her again, this time, swiping her bottom lip instantly with his tongue. Parting her lips, Piers easily explored what was once his, making the kiss a tad noisy as he hummed against her softsoft lips. She gripped the collar of his shirt, moaning quietly and he pulled away a little, eyes hooded as he licked his lips.

"You gotta keep wearing that chapstick." Piers murmured, locking his lips with hers as they grew hungrier, and his voice came out muffled, "Never stop using it."

That was good enough for So Ah's restraints to start breaking.

As he tugged on her bottom lip, she shifted her knees slightly to push herself closer before grinding once. His breath hitched up and his hands shot down to her hips in an instant. Her clothed cunt pressed up against the growing tent, rubbing herself up on his bulge.

Piers panted when he broke apart from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting between their swollen lips. His nose scrunched up a little, guiding her hips with a groan.

"Shit... Yeah, that feels good." Piers trailed his eyes down.

Her dress was long enough to cover what he really wanted to see, draping over his hips like a curtain. His fingers itched to rip it off or at least move it out of the way and he looked up at her. Her hips stuttered to a stop and she grew flustered at the intent glow in his hazel eyes.

"Should I stop?"

"No, don't stop," Piers started with a breathless chuckle and then ticked his chin down where they were touching, "Can I see if that's okay of course?"

So Ah swallowed thickly, nodding and she reached down, "Yeah, it's okay."

Pulling on the dress, she lifted it up enough to expose the lingerie she wore. His eyes practically shone in glee, the hands on her thighs shamelessly caressing her bare skin, thumbs sinking under the straps of her panties as if teasing her.

"Holy shit," He whispered, brows furrowing a tick when he felt himself get harder, "You got all ready for this?"

She shrugged timidly with a soft smile, her ego being stroked by the starstruck look on his face, "Better to be overprepared."

"You're so goddamn cute, you know that, right?" Piers chuckled to himself when she darted her eyes down, the compliment instantly causing her to blush.

Not like she needed more with how flustered she already was.

Clenching his shoulder, she lowered herself down to grind on him whilst biting onto the hem of the dress to hold his other shoulder for balance. His hands stayed on her hips to guide her, his hawk eyes not once blinking at the slowly growing damp spot on her panties.

Her moans were coming out muffled, eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her pussy rubbing on the rough fabric of his trousers. The belt he wore held her back though.

"Fuck, you're so wet already?" Piers breathed out, squeezing her hips as he got her closer so her clit bumped against the buckle of his belt, and her sound came out hitched.

He wanted nothing but to discover every decibel she made. His hard cock was practically pushing against the jeans where the zipper was, needing more of her. With how responsive she was, he could only guess she was extremely sensitive.

God, he was fighting everything in himself to not rip off her panties and his own pants, pin her down and fucking her like there was no tomorrow. It made his mouth salivate at the mere thought of having her gushing around him; screaming his name.

Though luckily, it was the weekend.

"Mmh mmb," She tried to speak but her dress hindered her and she only earned a confused look from him.

Dropping her head, she grabbed a handful of his shirt and shifted her weight to one side so she could free her other hand and take the dress out of her mouth.

"The belt," So Ah repeated breathlessly, "It's annoying."

"Take it off then," He snickered at the annoyed look she gave him, "I'm all yours."

That made her stare soften and she looked down at the belt. Sitting down on his lap, Piers watched her reach over to undo it, her hands fumbling with it due to her excitement and nervousness. Once the belt was left dangling, she returned to her previous position.

Piers bit back his grunt at how closely she seemed now that the belt was out of the way and she moaned softly from behind her dress. He was rutting up against her, his lips parted for his breathing at the growing and heavy tension. The damp spot was beginning to imprint on his crotch and his abdominals tensed up at the sight.

He leaned close to plant his lips on her neck, teeth brushing over her smooth skin and a small keen came from her. The pressure intensified when he pulled her hips flush with his, his eagerness beginning to show.

"Mm–fuck," So Ah whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Her climax was right over the horizon but the ministrations weren't enough. Her knees were beginning to grow uncomfortable, easing a hitched sound from her.

Piers picked up on it and leaned back to look up at her, seeing the neediness in her eyes. The dress in her mouth had gone wet with her drool at her attempt to keep the dress up. He wasn't any better, cheeks flushed with his chest heaving and his eyes completely blown black at the dilation, intensely staring at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to stabilise his tone but it was wavering a little, his cock throbbing for more stimulation and he knew it was the same case for her, "Not enough?"

She shook her head rapidly with a whine. He nodded, patting her hips, "Okay, hold on."

She stopped, thighs shaking at having her orgasm held back but she only grew excited once he hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down low enough to expose his clothed dick and her eyes widened.

The bulge was massive.

It was visibly straining the thin cotton of his boxer briefs; visibly thick.

Biting harder onto the fabric of her dress, she caught Piers setting his hands back on her hips, inching closer to her ass but never going there. He threw her a look, seeing if she didn't think this was too much.

"Is this okay?" He asked, clearly on the edge of his climax but he held himself back for her sake, "We can try something else."

So Ah shook her head, a silent ‘it's okay’ as she readied herself. Piers' eyes lingered on hers when he tilted his head low before he looked down. With the thick and rough texture out of the way, the grinding was heavenly, scratching that itch that they both had longed for.

Instantly, her dress muffled her moan of relief, rubbing herself all over his bulge. Piers groaned, his hips rutting up to meet hers, pressing her onto him harder for more friction. Her eyes widened with a squeak when the curvature of his cock bumped her clit, her dress toppling down over what he considered was one of the seven wonders.

"Crap," She whispered, breaths laboured as she slowed down and reached to hold her dress, "Just gimme–"

"I got it." Piers bundled up her dress into two handfuls and gripped her hips, resuming their humping.

Her whine would've echoed off if it weren't for the cluttered mess of her art room. With the dress out of the way, Piers could catch a glimpse of his own boxers growing wet. Her pussy was practically slobbering all over him. He could feel the heat emitting from her core.

"Oh, f–fuck," He moaned, throwing his head back with his eyes fluttered shut, letting himself go in the feeling of her wetwet cunt riding him – not entirely – just right.

If this felt way too good to be true, how was it going to be if he was inside of her?

The thought itself made his hips grow desperate, cock thirsty for a release.

Her sounds started going choppy and stuttery, "Pier–s' oh god, I’m–nnh~" she whimpered, curling over him to have her face snuggled into the crook of his neck at the slowly tightening knot.

One hand gripped his bicep, feeling it tense up beneath her touch with every hump, and the other shot to the couch behind his head, digging her nails into it as a means to keep her bearings.

"M–me too, shit," Piers grunted into her neck, biting the spot between her shoulder and neck that had her mind reeling, guiding her hips to speed up steadily just enough to tick her off.

Her lips parted for a silent gasp when her orgasm hit her first, making her tighten her hold on his bicep and couch. It sent her thighs shaking as Piers groaned lowly at her coming undone, her cum soaking through her and his underwear that left his cock trembling in ecstasy.

"F–fuck!" Her voice ended up hitched when Piers practically pinned her hips down to his and thrusted upwards, directly against her clit to bring her down from her high and trigger his.

He gritted through his teeth, muffling his loud whine when his hips stuttered, cumming within his boxer briefs. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers bruising her flesh when he dug them through her dress. Her hips slowed, gently grinding on his softening cock to ease them down from their cloud.

Piers released a heavy sigh, half-lidded eyes staring up at the ceiling as he rubbed her thigh gingerly. Her face was still in the crook of his neck, panting heavily.

Orgasming together for the first time despite no actual intercourse happening was ineffable. The BSAA soldier was basically relishing in the lingering buzz of his climax, in love with the faint breaths wafting on the skin of his neck that brought goosebumps down his back.

So Ah melted over him with a final soft exhale, his big hands reaching up to caress her waist as he peppered chaste kisses on her collarbone and the crook of her neck, trailing them up to her ear.

"You good, baby?" He whispered and she pulled away to look at him.

She gave him a shy smile, her lips red from all the attempts to keep herself quiet, "I'm good, you? Was it..."

Piers chuckled with a tilted smile, nodding as he cradled her cheek, "It was amazing. I don't think I've ever felt it this good before."

She giggled as she slid her hands down to his chest where she proceeded to lean back to dart her eyes down – only to feel like her face was on fire. His boxers were ruined, damp with both their cum. The traces of his white climax was peeking through, the cotton subtly framing the girth of his cock.

It was a filthy mess – and it rekindled that heat in her again.

"Not bad for our first time, huh?" Piers joked, looking down with a smug grin, "If you could call it that."

"You wanna..." She trailed away quietly, catching his sharp eyes on her and her voice was thrown out of the window, "You know..."

His eyes lit up as he tilted his head, feigning a confused look with a pout, "What? I can't hear you, can you speak up?"

An annoyed grumble came from her as she rolled her eyes, knowing what he was doing. He adored seeing her flustered, so of course he'd want to hear her say it.

"Don't be an asshole now," So Ah scowled light-heartedly, "You with your dirty mind know exactly what I mean."

"Accusations." He shrugged nonchalantly, setting both of his hands back on her waist before trailing them down to go under her dress. His big hands settled on her thighs where his fingers grazed the side of her ass.

He snickered at how red she seemed with that bottom lip jutting out, murmuring, "We can go again. I just need a couple of minutes to get ready."

Stars appeared in her eyes as her chest fluttered in giddy and anticipation, "O–okay! Uhm," She glanced down then up at him as he raised an amused brow at her excitement showing, "What– should we move to the bedroom?"

That was when it settled in Piers. She wanted to go again – not the same grinding. He could do the latter or nothing, and he'd still enjoy her presence. Hearing those angelic moans of hers and how sensitive and responsive she was to every kiss and touch, was hyper-aware of everything that was happening – Piers was more than intrigued to know that side of her completely.

No man whose right in the head would say no to that proposal.

He gave her a smile, pecking her lips, "Yeah. I'm okay with that."

She grinned toothily at this, feeling bashful as she attempted to move off of him. Her thighs still felt like jello, causing her to instinctively grab onto his shoulders so she wouldn't fall off. He cocked up a brow, now cocky.

"Finished so hard you can't move, doll?"

"Eat one," She muttered quietly, earning a chuckle and his hands slid down to the back of her thighs, bringing her closer.

"I prefer eating something else." He joked sultry, enjoying the way her cheeks blazed up and he winked, "Hold on."

In one swift movement, Piers stood up with her in his arms. So Ah gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to lock her place, utterly surprised by this gesture. Piers stared up at her with a shit-eating grin, his hands squeezing the back of her thighs as he made his way out of her art room.

Embarrassed by the turn of events, So Ah hid her face under his jawline and she could feel his amused laughter rumble within his chest. That was until she gently cupped the side of his neck and pressed a sweet kiss right under his ear.

His feet instantly stumbled but he quickly regained his composure, his voice coming out a bit strained, "Careful or we'll both fall."

"Then don't." She shot back softly with a giggle as she continued her not-so-innocent ministration to mark a small hickey, not realising they were in her bedroom.

A hitched sound emitted from her when she was dropped onto the bed with a subtle bounce, and Piers hovered above her with a titled smirk. Her heart pounded at the sight.

His eyes were blown in desire, the hazel colour barely peeking behind his pupils. His lips were red and swollen, and his hair haphazard but in an undeniably sexy way. The military tags dangled in front of her face as he had her basically pinned down.

Her eyes caught a spot on his neck growing redder, making her smile a bit as she swiped it with the pad of her thumb. He irked a brow at the gesture.

"What?"

"I gave you a hickey." So Ah said shyly, and his eyes softened with a snort.

"Yeah, well, wait till you see what I've done to you," Piers grabbed a hold of her chin and tipped her head up only for the smug look to drop at the clear skin, "What the hell?"

She swallowed thickly with a giggle, eyes coy, "What? Can't find them?"

Piers rubbed the side of her neck gently, brows knitted in the middle, "I swear there was one right here."

She squirmed a little under his intense but confused gaze before she spoke, "Did you forget?"

He darted his eyes up to hers, now noting the nervousness in them.

"I can't get injured – in any way."

It clicked.

"Ah, that's really inconvenient." Piers exhaled, visibly annoyed, tapping the side of her neck with his index finger lightly, "So how long does it take for it to heal, then?"

She blinked up at him, humming as she darted her eyes to the side to think, "Uh, I don't know. I've never really tested it."

She did get tested on other stuff that was actually painful but that's beside the point.

That was more than enough to make him grin, tilting his head down so his nose bumped along the side of her jawline, his breath on her skin making her shiver and her hands shot to his shirt by his waist.

"Let's test it." He spoke, butterfly kisses trailing down her neck before his lips found their place near that certain spot.

So Ah stifled her sounds as he started his erotic experiment. His lips were soft and wet on her, teeth would barely graze and bite the skin just to keep her on the edge of her seat. His hands had other intentions, one roaming up to her chest. His hesitance showed just a little but hearing a moan from her when he gave her bosom a gentle squeeze took that way from him.

As Piers kneaded her breast through her dress, he focused on that sweet spot under her ear, earning a louder whine and a slight arch of her back to his hand. It was then he knew – she had sensitive bosoms.

"Mmh," So Ah breathed out, growing dizzy from all the stimulations that just was not enough – but it was enough to make her cunt squeeze around nothing. She could substantially feel her arousal beginning to soak her once damp panties again.

Piers was more than amused about his, purring against her neck as he licked the sore spot. His other hand was pressed onto the bed by her side to keep himself up with one knee mere inches away from her core.

"Who knew that the shy woman from the BSAA," Piers murmured coyly, gazing down at the bruising spot before directing his attention to her jawline, "Would be this responsive?"

The hand on her bosom reached down to untie the ribbon around her waist and the dress loosened on her form. It exposed her heaving chest and the bra caught his eyes. He leaned up a bit and lifted up the edge of her dress to take a peek at her underwear.

It was a matching set.

"Jesus Christ, baby," Piers exhaled heavily, a groan seeping its way through at the sight of her in lingerie.

His stare itself would’ve made her blush for days – and it just might. Her brain was racking for something to break the stare and to, feebly, distract her from his enticing touches on the skin of her thighs that were inching higher and higher by the second.

“W–wait,” The quiver in her voice stopped him, the tips of his fingers mere inches away from her panties and he looked up at her, “Can we, uhm, put some music on?”

Piers blinked, tilting his head to the side a little with that confused puppy look, “You wanna… Play music while we’re doing this?”

“Yeah, I mean,” She cleared her throat, cheeks dusted red, “Everyone has a playlist for… Instances like this.”

Piers snorted at her wording, trailing his hands up to caress her knees gingerly, “You have a sex playlist?”

So Ah sputtered before shutting her legs with a huff, denying him from herself, “Can’t believe you’re still bullying me despite what we’re doing.”

“No, no, no, okay, okay.” Piers laughed at her action of hiding herself which he found very endearing, shaking his head as he cooed, “I’m sorry, baby – we can play something. Here, I’ll use my playlist.”

He leaned back onto his knees and brought out his phone from his pocket as she shot him a look, “Of course, you’d have a playlist.”

He chuckled as he was seemingly searching for it though his eyes were focused on something else she couldn't quite put a finger on – she shrugged it off that he was just skimming to pick the first song.

"You said it yourself," Piers looked up at her as he towered over her whilst maintaining eye contact and set the phone down by the nightstand with a cheeky grin, "Everyone has a sex playlist."

With that, he kissed her deeply as her ears pricked up to the smooth song playing from his phone. Obviously, it was about – you guessed it – sex.

Very classic.

Piers pulled away a bit, nose bumping hers in the process, a faint smile coming to his lips when her legs had widened to give him more space. He bundled up her dress once he scooted closer, giving her a look that only said; Do you want to?

So Ah only managed a nod, “Mhm.”

Piers pulled her by the arm to sit up before taking off her dress. His eyes shone, enthralled by the sight of her softly toned body. The lingerie she wore complimented her skin to the T and he could swear he had never seen something so beautiful before. His eyes land on the tattoo of a potted plant under her right bosom on the side along with a cute mole next to it.

“Woah,” He caressed the skin, voicing his surprise, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Ah, I got one after dealing with the outbreak in California,” So Ah said, growing shy under his stare, “Even though the one I currently own is not the same one, the original Minty kept me company when I was living in LA.”

“M… Minty kept you company?” Piers furrowed his brows, remembering a similar potted plant at the table by the balcony, “Were you living alone?”

“Yeah, my siblings visited at some point but other than that, I was alone.” She then shrugged, “Not that I minded it, to be honest… Though I think I… Wished I knew someone around.”

Living in LA was absolutely new to her. She didn’t know anyone other than the self-proclaimed neighbourhood lady. Her neighbour next door barely spoke to her, keeping his distance. Again, she didn’t mind as she was introverted – but having a friend back then wouldn’t have been such a bad idea.

“I had Minty to talk to at least,” She sighed, trailing his eyes down to his hand and then blinked at his silence, snapping her eyes back up at him, “Oh no, did I ruin the mood? Shit, I didn’t–”

“No, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shook his head, cradling her cheeks and gazing intently into her eyes as he teasingly asked, “Did you seriously talk to a plant?”

She pushed him away with a whine, scoffing, “You try living in a foreign city on your own.”

Piers snickered as he kept his hold on her, “It’s very adorable,” His thumb swiped the apple of her cheeks, eyes growing gentle, “Insane, but adorable.”

He pressed his lips against hers to get her to lean back to the bed. His lips plush against hers, soft but assertive. His hands roamed lower to the sides of her torso, the pads of his fingers caressing her skin along the way as his lips moved passionately with hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning softly against his lips and her back arched a bit off the bed when she felt his hands trying to ease under her back. Piers smiled at her responsive nature, humming lowly into the kiss as his hands snuck to the bra’s clasp, unclipping them with little to no struggle.

The kiss teetered into a breathless and airy territory, Piers pulling away for a moment only to kiss her again, his brows furrowing at the intensity. He slowly, but eagerly, slipped down the straps of her bra before pulling it all away.

Piers broke the kiss with a moist pop, panting as his eyes darted down to her chest. So Ah gulped heavily, staring up at him as he mindlessly tossed the bra aside. It toppled off the edge of the bed but really, none of them cared.

Her bosoms were definitely the perfect size for him, her buds were rosy pink and hardened, revealing to him just how sensitive they were. There were a small mole under her right breast with her hips being faintly decorated with stretch marks. Her cheeks were redder than even under his desire-blown gaze.

“You’re staring…” So Ah mumbled, growing shy as she covered her chest.

Piers blinked as if whatever trance he was in was broken only to chuckle, tenderly grasping her wrists to ease them away, “Sorry, you’re just too damn pretty.”

His smile only widened into a cheeky one when he noticed how heavily she was blushing, leaning down to peck her lips once before trailing his lips lower. A shaky sigh emitted from her, her chin tilting up at the butterfly feeling of his kisses going lower and lower till–

“Nnh!” So Ah couldn’t conceal the sudden squeak when Piers dragged his tongue over her nipple, his eyes fluttered shut to relish in her heavenly sounds and the feeling of her soft skin beneath his tongue.

His lips pursed down, sucking on her bud as his free hand kneaded the neglected bosom. Her chest was heaving as she held onto his arm and the other gripping the pillow beneath her head. Her sounds were constant, sometimes ending on a higher pitch whenever he’d teasingly and lightly bite the sensitive nipple.

Her head fell back onto the pillow, her back arching once again as Piers noisily sucked and licked her bosom, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses and obvious hickies – that would be gone within a minute.

Piers peeled his eyes open, trailing his sharp gaze up to her flushed face as he grinned at the loud moan she made when he nipped at the hardened bud. It was practically a devious grin, snickering to himself and he shifted his kneading on her other breast to have her nipple placed between his index and his middle finger – and he pinched, earning a hitched sound from her.

Curiosity got the best of him, trailing his other hand down even lower to her panties when he pressed the pads of his two fingers against her sore and needy clit through the thin fabric of her underwear. She was soaked, in addition to her first orgasm, Piers knew she was drenched.

“S–shit,” So Ah let out a whimper, legs trembling a little when she felt him rubbing her slowly and her hand shot to the back of his head, her heart starting to pound at being stimulated just right.

Piers was such a tease, and for what?

He applied an experimental pressure, picking up the pace and he audibly chuckled at the erotic sound he pulled from her lips. In a moist pop, Piers pulled away from her nipple only to start kissing up her neck, nearing her ear to give her a little break from all the pleasure.

She was sure if he kept this up, she’d cum again – and he was well aware of that.

“Did anyone ever eat you out?” Piers shamelessly asked lowly, his lips brushing against the skin right under her jaw.

So Ah’s throat was running dry, swallowing thickly to regain some of her composure, “Uhm, my ex… But rarely.”

“And how was it?”

So Ah blinked at the ceiling, her attention diverted from his sinful kisses, “Why do you wanna know?”

Piers exhaled, scooting his knees closer to have her legs on either side of his hips and he leaned up to look at her, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Just curious.” He replied, his hazels plainly scanning her face and body to see just how flustered he’s got her.

She eyed him suspiciously before bringing up her shoulders, avoiding his eyes, “I wouldn’t know. I never… Finished.”

He visibly froze and he looked up at her, shocked, “What?”

“I faked it just to, you know, get to the last part of this.” So Ah continued as if it was a normal occurrence in her previous relationship – which it was.

For a second, Piers stood there dumbfounded before he cackled, but not at her, “What a loser – wanna know how it feels to cum like that?”

She gave him an unimpressed look, hiding her anticipation, “What, are you like… The greatest guy alive to eat a girl out?”

Piers only grinned cockily, “Is that a yes?”

Again, she swallowed down her heart that bounced up to her throat at how confident he looked and she nodded, face flushed.

“Better hold tight then, I’m about to give you the best head ever.” He whispered, leaning down to peck her cheek, “And don’t worry about being a mess. I like it messy.”

Piers scooted down, dragging his fingers down her sides to tease the hem of her panties. His eyes darted up to her for a quick glance, “You can tap out whenever, okay?”

“Okay…” She nodded, fighting the urge to cover her face and close her legs when he slowly slid her panties off.

“Just relax…” He mumbled, feeling how tense her legs were, pining her thigh to the bed with one hand and he gently squeezed the plush flesh. The other arm goes around her thigh, and he flattened his hand on her abdomen to try and keep her still.

His eyes were half-lidded, practically glued to her soaking cunt, glistening right beneath his gaze. One last reassurance, he shot her a quick glance.

“You can tap out whenever, okay?”

She nodded shyly, "Okay…"

Piers was different from what she expected. He was always full of surprises in every possible aspect she could think of. She didn’t even know that he’d make her–

“Oh~!”

So audible.

Piers focused on the task at hand – or tongue in this case. His tongue was greedy and eager to explore all of her, from her core to her clit, he was ruthless. A giver. Messy. It didn’t help that he was precise with his ministrations, instantly finding that pattern to repeat over and over again.

His hand tightened on her thigh when it twitched up, forcing it back down onto the bed as he pinned her hips by her abdomen down as well. His tongue trailed up and down before lapping at her pearl, pursing his plum lips around it to give it a suck.

That pushed a loud hitched mewl from her lips, her eyes almost squinting shut and her hand shot down, fingers tangling on his messy spiked-up hair. He peeled his eyes open, staring intently up at her through his lashes, his mouth and tongue still at work.

His ears would prick up at the heavenly sound of her attempting to call out his name but it falls to a whimper, her chest heaving with her face flushed red. The sight was sending his mind and body into overdrive, his hips grounding into her bed uncontrollably to receive some friction.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” Piers groaned into her pussy, his lips and chin shimmering under the warm light coming from her table lamp, and his fingers dug into her flesh, nearly tugging her closer to him, “Can’t get enough.”

“Nnh! Piers!” So Ah managed to cry out when she felt his persistent tongue trace infinite circles right into that spot, making her see stars – and she didn’t even cum.

Yet.

Piers knew she was close, humming in acknowledgement which sent vibrations right through her sensitive bundle of nerves. He kept his movements intense but steady, knowing better than to let the sensations rise and fall too fast on their own – that way when she crashes, she crashes hard.

Her hips writhed, pushing him to ease her thigh over his shoulder and he grabbed onto her forearm instead. That caused her to release his hair and latch onto his arm, her nails digging into his skin.

The slurping and smacking noises only became more audible and constant, mixing sinfully with her moans and pitched hitches of breaths. The tension in her lower abdomen was tightening to the point she felt it deep within her heart, and she could’ve sworn the pounding of her heart was reaching her ears. Her breaths grew laboured, unable to inhale completely without breaking it with a whine.

Piers grunted as his hips rutted into the sheets, his cock aching behind his boxers for actual friction. The bed wasn’t doing it any justice. Her cries got louder that he was so sure they would get a noise complaint, but let’s be honest, while So Ah cared what others thought of her, Piers couldn’t give less of a fuck.

All he cared about was making her scream, and that meant both with an ‘s’ and without.

Her grip on his arm showed that she needed something to make her feel grounded, and so he released her arm only to grab her hand which she instinctively interlocked fingers with his. He pulled himself closer to her sweet cunt, dragging his crotch on the bed which pushed a groan out of him, muffled by her folds.

That sent her over the edge, her whole body convulsing as her back arched off the bed with a cry. The fiery pleasure shot through her chest and straight all over her body, gushing over his tongue as she went cross-eyed for a split second before she squeezed her eyes shut.

The high sent her back down to the mattress, pushing a heavy shuddered breath out of her lungs as if she got the air knocked out of her. Her legs were trembling as small moans escaped from her lips.

Piers let her ride it out, his tongue keeping up that insistent circles as he gulped down her juices, feeling ever so egotistical and cocky at her orgasm. Soon enough, he released her visibly pumping clit and rested his head on her thigh with a lazy and satisfied – very smug – grin on his glistening lips. His hand caressed and squeezed her thigh, easing her tremors down, observing the way her pearl was twitching from the intensity of her climax.

So Ah breathed heavily, having her arm over her flushed face as her body felt all melted and droopy.

“So?” Piers had the audacity to ask, his voice gravely, “How was that?”

“Wow… Just wow…” She panted, dropping her arm to the pillow next to her and lifted up her head a bit to look down at him only to notice the mess he had made.

His saliva was coating her cunt, and that was mixed with her cum. He wasn’t lying about making a mess. He caught her bashful but surprised stare and kissed her inner thigh before releasing her thigh and hand.

“You good to go another around?” He asked, raising himself up to his knees with an exhale as he took off his shirt, exposing those abs for her eyes to feast on and her mind to instantly study for an art piece in the future.

“Did you have to be that… Messy?” She answered with a question, looking back up at him and his grin just widened.

He chuckled, swiping his thumb against her clit to make her breath hitch, “I’m just getting you all ready for me, dollface.”

So Ah found herself finally able to catch her breath properly as he got off of the bed, sliding down his pants and boxers completely and her eyes widened comically at the girth of his cock.

Describing it won’t do justice – not one bit.

He climbed back onto the bed, crawling to be in between her legs and she shook her head profusely, her cinnamons frozen at the stiffened erection of his.

“Fuck no.”

Piers blinked, freezing up and he looked at her, “What?”

Did I do too much?

Should I have stopped before?

Did I do something wrong?

Did she not feel goo–

“That thing is not gonna fit, are you insane?!” So Ah exclaimed, pulling her legs close to her body where she shut them.

Piers stayed still, now unsure with a breathy laugh, “I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not.”

So Ah went silent for a bit, looking down at his crotch and then up at him, swallowing thickly as she reminded, “Piers, I haven’t done this in a while…”

Those hazels of his softened and he leaned over her, cradling her cheeks as he gave her a look of reassurance, “Hey, we can stop now and I can take care of it on my own – I’d just need some time in the bathroom and–”

“No, I… I still want to do this,” She interrupted, releasing a sigh as she relaxed her legs slightly, “Can you be gentle?”

Piers smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, “Yeah, of course. I’ll take it slow.”

He sat back, his hands rubbing on her thighs as he lined himself up but then he stopped, seemingly a bit panicked as he turned to look at his jeans, “Shit, I didn’t bring a condom.”

“There’s no need.” She whispered with a shy smile on her face, “I’m on birth control.”

His eyes visibly lit up at this, relaxing as he joked, “Christmas came early this year, huh?”

She snorted at this and tilted her head down so she can watch him scoot closer. His hand was jerking himself off to ease some of the tension, his brows furrowing deeply with muffled moans.

Reminder that describing it won’t do any justice.

His bigbig cock was visibly throbbing, with angry and bulging veins trailing up to a red tip. It was almost the girth of a Coke can, and probably around five and a half inches – if not a bit bigger. It was already oozing with pre-cum, and he was well shaved with faint hair crowning his dick and trailing up to the bottom of his belly button.

A happy trail.

He rubbed her clit with the blunt tip, grinding his hips back and forth to drag the underside of his cock over her wetwet pussy. A muffled moan emitted faintly from her, grabbing onto his arm as she caught on that he was using her arousal and previous orgasm as lubrication.

Piers traced circles on her clit with the tip with an airy chuckle as he held her leg apart, “Fuck, d’you hear that?”

He tapped his cock against her clit numerous times, making her yelp and her hips twitch. The moist smacking noise emitted audibly in between her legs, showing exactly just how drenched she was.

“All nice and wet just for me, hm?” He murmured, wincing at yet another ache of his boner, “Jesus Christ, just seeing this might make me cum.”

Her lips moved before she could even have a second thought, “Why don’t we have a bet then?”

Piers raised a brow at her sudden suggestion, “A bet?”

It was clear it was her anxiety trying to impulsively prolong the moment before he’d actually slide into her. She didn’t seem to be aware of it, nodding with a faint and nervous smile.

“Yeah.”

He humoured her, humming, “Okay, what do you wanna bet on?”

“Uhm… Whoever finishes first gets to, uh…” She trailed away for a second, “Cook breakfast tomorrow.”

Piers snorted before laughing light-heartedly, shaking his head. It surprised him enough that it sent him into a giggling fit, giving her a teasing but challenging look.

One of them hated waking up super early in the morning.

“You sure you wanna do that?”

And it wasn’t him.

“Mhm, I like my eggs runny.” She squirmed beneath him, smiling coyly, “Besides, I just came like a minute ago, unlike you.”

Piers followed her glance to his cock, seeing that he was clearly not lasting a minute in her. That fueled his competitive side, throwing him back to that game night. His smile turned into a devilish one as he aligned himself up, the tip teasing her core.

“Feels deja vu, doesn’t it?” He tilted his head to the side, “Think you’re going to win?”

So Ah shrugged as if nonchalant but he could see the devious sparkle in those fiery cinnamons of hers, “Think you can last?”

“Oh, babe,” Piers gave her a pout that was nothing of pity, “You’re in trouble.”

Huh–

Her voice died up in her throat when he pushed himself in – but not all the way, keeping in mind to be gentle just for her.

He didn’t go all the way in, but the stretch was–

“Oh, shit,” Piers cursed under his breath, stopping halfway and his brows knitted deeply, eyes narrowed, “You gotta be fucking kidding me…”

Never mind the stretch right now, the way her walls were squeezing the ever-living hell out of him was tensing up his grip on her thigh. He was already breathless, if not unsure to keep moving without cumming first. He was soso close from all the grounding against the bed, but he was so caught up with the taste of her to realise.

He inhaled through his nose before exhaling a faint okay, shifting his grip to her hip and the other hand shot to the sheets next to her body.

So Ah held onto his arm and the other around his wrist, pressing her lips into a thin line to muffle her whimper when he slowly moved his hips back. It was obvious by the shakiness of his breaths and by how hard he’d dig his fingers into her flesh before loosening up a little, careful not to hurt her.

Her lips parted, trailing her eyes up to him only to see him staring down at her body as if one look at her face would make him crumble. Pushing a soft moan out of her when he slid into her again, Piers muffled his grunt, squeezing his eyes shut at the intensity of this all – and he stopped.

“F–fuck, wait…” He shuddered, “I… Give me a sec…”

It was so difficult to hold back the massive urge to spill – but what faltered his patience was the way she looked so ravished. She had the audacity to be an angel laying beneath him all bare, her cinnamons shimmering under the warm light of her lamp, her skin redder in some areas, indicating that all those lovebites were almost healed, and god forbid, her sounds.

God, why would he agree to that useless bet when he could’ve just fucked her stupid instead?

“W–what?” So Ah panted, gulping heavily as the corner of her lips went up into a cunning smile, “You look like… You’re gonna c–”

“I said give me a fucking second.” Piers snapped harshly and avoided looking into her eyes, and on any other day, So Ah would actually shut up but seeing how hard he was trying to keep his composure, this all made her feel hotter on the inside.

“M–mh… Fine,” She hummed, her leg twitching when she could practically feel his cock pulsing inside of her – or halfway inside.

“It’d be a shame… If you came first.”

Someone should’ve taught her not to poke a bear with a stick.

That hit Piers’ huge ego hard, and his patience shattered. His glare would’ve bore holes into her skull, releasing the sheets and for a second, she thought he had had enough.

Maybe she poked fun a little too much. He thought he wasn’t all that for her just half an hour ago, she should be kinder. Gentler. Swee–

His fingers travelled between her legs, the pads of his middle and ring making contact with her sore and swollen clit, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and he rubbed it expertly and fast.

A shriek left through her lips, her voice hitching up in her throat as her body convulsed and her sound echoed loudly in the room. The adrenaline shot through her veins, her pussy on fire from his assault on her puffy clit with his cock still inside of her.

“Pier–!” She squeaked, tears of pleasure brimming in the corner of her eyes, “Not f–fair!”

“We’re not playing fair. You never did.” Piers pressed the palm of his free hand against her abdomen, pinning her to the bed and stilling her writhing and squirming.

He was rough with it, bringing her closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. He barely moved his dick, if not a little deeper just so she’d be well aware of how he’s got her.

All slutty and needy.

“What’s the matter, doll?” Piers mocked whilst flicking her clit in a chaotic pattern, leaning over her slightly to meet her eyes that were now refusing to connect with his.

His hand reached up for her jaw, gripping it and forcing her to look at him, a smug smirk growing on his face at how much of a mess he’s got her, “Are you cumming already?”

“F–fuck! Yea– god!” She cried out and held onto his wrist with both hands, a tear escaping down her temple before the knot snapped, her teary eyes rolling to the back of her head as she gushed all over his cock.

Piers failed to hide his wince but she didn’t notice it anyways, too lost in the haziness of it all before he finally released her clit and grabbed her trembling thighs to wrap them around his hips and–

Stars.

Piers didn’t stop, fucking into her so ruthlessly with his whole girth and length. His hips were slamming against her as if actively attempting to bruise her and her body bounced uncontrollably with each powerful thrust. Her cinnamons were seeping tears, mixed with her mascara and eyeliner, her lipstick smudged and she was just fucked out of her mind.

She could do nothing but moan and whine helplessly and loudly. Not like she could do anything else.

Piers growled, pinning both of her arms down beside her and pushing his knees closer to keep her legs hooked over his waist. That consequently sent his cock even deeper, a smidge away from her cervix. The stretch was godly.

While her ex was on the longer side, Piers was on the thicker and heavier side. Her silken walls were tighttight all around, breaking the rest of his restraints and merely forgetting ever needing to be gentle with her. He would’ve remembered if it weren’t for her moans and cries of his name along with all the sensations and the way her squelching pussy was squeezing his cock.

It was messy and filthy, her cum on her inner thighs and the bedsheet, coating his thick cock. It went in sort of dry once and now it was just glistening with her slick juices. His hawk eyes followed the motion of her body, seeing how her bosoms were bouncing, her buds hard and rosy. Her face was redred, unable to hide it with how her arms were pinned.

And then he caught a glimpse of a bump in her lower abdomen, realizing he could see his heavy girth fucking into her. It shot fiery pleasure through him at the sight.

“Pier–ier–ier–s’ oh, god!” Her voice was whiney and pitched, shaking with each thrust, “Plea–he–he–heas! S–s–slow dow– I’m gonna c–hum!”

“Cum for me, baby,” Piers grunted, the skin-slapping skin sounding off along with the moistness of it all, “C’mon, you can do it, can’t you?”

“Y–yes!”

“Good girl,” He let go of her arms to grab her squirming hips, pinning her to the mattress once again as his thrusts went erratic, “Now, don’t move one little bit.”

That praise.

That godforsaken praise.

Her back arched, her hands grasping onto his arms so hard that her nails marked his skin and a vulgar moan left through her lips. Her world darkened for a moment, her head tilting back into her pillow with a cry as the pleasure sent burning tremors all over her bones.

Piers failed to muffle his moan, tugging her hips closer to have his cock as deep as he could go and he wrapped his other arm around her arched back, pulling her chest to chest where his face pressed up against the crook of her neck.

His cum spurted out thickly, the orgasm so intense it left his thighs shaking and toes curling over the sheets. His moan was boyish, almost a whimper when her walls clamped even tighter around his pulsating cock, practically milking him dry. The hotness and warmth of it all was felt, filling her up so that some of it seeped out of her in between them.

Her voice fell to a broken whimper and her arms went around his torso where her nails clung onto his toned back, the virus within her spreading in an instant to patch up any bruises or marks Piers had involuntarily caused.

The aftermath left both of them panting heavily and utterly spent. It was quiet, minus their breathing and the playlist which was on a loop because the first song was playing once again. So Ah didn’t dare to move, chest feeling heavy from blooming and her dazed eyes barely open, staring at the ceiling.

Lazy kisses were pressed onto her sweaty skin, trailing up to her jaw and the corner of her lips before stopping. Piers gazed into her eyes, letting go of her hip to cradle her cheek gingerly. His thumb wiped away a stray tear, his fingers threading with her sprawled hair under her head.

There was nothing but love in that look – and it nearly spilt from his tongue.

“Not bad for our first time?” He murmured, his mint breath wafting over her face as she could feel his lips brushing against hers with every word.

So Ah couldn’t help but smile faintly, knowing those three special words were on the tip of her tongue as well. Her hands caressed the angry red marks on his back. Although she’d heal overnight, Piers was going to be having scratches for a few days.

And he’d wear them with pride.

She whispered, her voice hoarse, “Y–yeah… Not bad at all…”

Piers chuckled breathlessly at that, grinning when a giggle came from her, and he closed the distance between them for a searing but gentle kiss. His lips moulded with hers like they were made for one another.

Maybe they were.

#piers nivans x oc #piers nivans fanfic #piers nivans headcanon #resident evil #piers nivans x reader smut #resident evil fandom #piers nivans imagine #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy imagines #resident evil memes #canon x oc #oc x canon #piers nivans x reader #piers nivans smut #piers nivans #resident evil 6 #piers nivans x you #Spotify

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juniaships · 5 months ago

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*sits in chair and looks at the camera* So you made an OC for a childhood show...

I've been back on my nostalgia shit and now i made a self insert for - of all things - tommy the choo choo. She's for both it and Shining Time Station, since i tend to mix the 2 together in my headcanons.

So the story is I planned on visiting my sister in Durham but end up boarding the wrong train to shining time valley. While staying there I met its cast, including a certain magical blond. This may after TATMR, or could be different events from the canon. But I start to fall in love with the cozy town and its history. That and Im the only other adult besides stacey and Burnett who can see the conductors. Eventually i do visit my sister but come back to visit as kuch as I can. Finally i decided to quit my job and move in at the local motel to work in bookkeeping.

After I help stop PT Boomer and his gang from stealing Lady, and further adventures, I end up joining Shining Time full time as a conductor/guardian.

Now I have several designs: one of them is green and Im called the Green conductor, as a refernce to the line "green for glory" and the cut song "Girl in Green." I want to form something of a trip with the conductor cousins (blue) and stacey (red).

Other outfit is a maroon-pink get up inspired by Lady. I also carry a sword because im the brawler. Yes I do like figthing. No i do not need to see a therapist. And since I have a connection to Lady I want to stick to a victorian theme, like by day i dress up to talk to visitors about the history of the valley and Lady's creation. Third outfit is a mix of the two.

#gb asks #oc x canon #self insert #tatmr #thomas and friends #ttte #shining time station #si x canon #meiker.io

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aroaceweirdos101 · 7 months ago

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IM FINALLY BACK, and with another finished OC ref!

"Our silent but Handee Mechanic, who's hard work is always appreciated by the town's residents. Marcus is also a part-time plumber!"

(this should've been posted a few weeks ago but I was stuck on what to write for the relationship part, which is also why their kinda short-)

In the show:

Marcus was a background character who would appear in a few episodes from time to time(one they're only major roles was in the episode 'Jake Hopper and the Mangled Maroon Bandit'), xer usually seen fixing people's cars or sinks.

Outside of the show:

Xe was one of many puppets Owen made to fill in the immersion of the show and was puppeteered by a guy named Caleb J. Johnson(who was basically referred to as Marcus's real life counterpart).

After the fireside chat scandal, Caleb quit the show as he finally had enough of Owen's terrible management(Caleb is now a full time mechanic with his own business and is unaware of what happened to his former coworkers, or former boss...).

Relationships with the Handeemen(show counterpart):

- Rosco: Like almost everyone else, Marcus is fond of the good boi, he reminds Xem of their childhood puppy(who sadly passed away due to a dieases).

- Riley: She's a regular client of xeirs, mostly because her lab keeps blowing up alot(either because of her or from other people messing around in it). They both are hardworkers, and they respect eachothers different professions.

- Nick: They're pretty neutral with him. Xe visits his art gallery from time to time(ususally out of boredom), they find his artwork nice to look at.

- Daisy: She is also a regular client of theirs, her sinks keep clogging up with random stuff(one time they found a rubber ducky inside the pipes, nobody know how the hell it even got there in the first place). Xe thinks she's nice, although their social battery usually gets drained when talking with her.

Daisy sometimes bakes them pies as a thank you, Marcus appreciates the gesture alot.

- Mortimer: Marcus respects the old man, they like listening to his stories and watch his magic shows.

More info about them:

- Again, due to the show being produced in the 80s, their representation was never outright said. However, the team managed to find a small loophole by not referring to Marcus with ANY pronouns(they also managed to show Xem wearing a dress in the background of one special episode).

- Xe likes to wear dresses, they usually wear them on special occasion(might draw this later).

- They're pretty asocial and rarely interact with people, tho xe did managed to become friends with Duke and join his little friend group.

- Xe has selective mutism and is rarely seen talking, xe usually uses sign language to communicate. This led to them getting another major role in an episode about sign language(I headcanon that the Handeemen knows sign language).

#hello puppets #hello puppets midnightshow #hello puppets midnight show #hello puppets oc #marcus mechanic #this is mark btw #mark's art #oc art

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c-n-i-d-a-r-i-a-n · 2 months ago

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Tagged by @thesixthplaneteer , thank you bb mwah mwah mwah

Last Song: Aqua Regia by Sleep Token

Favorite Color: This season I'm really vibing with like.. warm yellows and maroon.

Last Book: Project 562 by Matika Wilbur

Last Movie: Beetlejuice 2 - Me and @syntheticmortal went to a drive-in and it was magical!

Last TV Show: Shogun and I wish I could watch it again for the first time

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory... but only because saying "all at once" would defeat the purpose

Relationship status: Married to @syntheticmortal so blessed

Last thing I googled: A recipe for pickling ginger at home! Everyone who lives within a mile of me is about to enjoy a year of way-too-bountiful homemade items.

Current obsession: Along with returning to Warhammer 40k as a wonderful place to build fanon and make OCs, I'm feeling empowered and capable of starting on one of my countless beloved personal projects. Maybe 2025 is the year I finally make something professional ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Looking forward to: A healthier, more creative year!

Tagging: @dragomirthewizard @renaissancebadboy @tweltchy @zoominalong @skaerdir @klaciate

#daz talks #:DDD

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artblock-tm · 8 months ago

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Hiiii Art Middle name Block™. You can do this whenever you want for whomever you want I'm just leaving this prompt in your inbox for whenever. You should talk about your OCs

Alright, here it comes! Below the cut is a list of basic information for every OC that I have!

Please do not proceed unless you A) have a strong will, B) have a lot of time on your hands, and/or C) are as insane as I am.

This post talks about AROUND 70 OCS. THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

I have grouped each OC based on the story they belong to along with arranging them in alphabetical order for organization reasons. Let’s get started!

A Hat in Time/Masked

Ichor (they/them)- Kind of a spoiler character, but unfortunately that’s just how things wound up… but whatever! A chaotic, powerful, fun-loving devil with mysterious ties that are yet to be uncovered.

Jaide (she/her)- My very first AHiT OC! She is a very kind and warm character despite the chill that wraps around her home and her body. She carries a deep grief within her and needs a helping hand to overcome it. Her existence is to every au, btw. Masked just happens to be her bad ending.

Karmin (she/her)- A jack-of-all-trades AHiT OC, meaning that she isn’t meant to be confined to a singular story. She has the most in-depth lore in Masked, but she appears in other universes as well.

Levi- (he/him, they/them)- Jaide’s son! Unfortunately dead at 6 years old, he exists as a ghost by her side. His character has yet to shine through.

Outlander (he/him)- Masked’s main antagonist. Power-hungry, resourceful, and manipulative, Outlander will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Until a deus ex machina stops him, of course. Good thing we’ve seen the last of him! (Not.)

(Please note that there is one AHiT OC not included on this list because they remain a major spoiler for Masked. My plans shall come to fruition and you should get to know this character sooner rather than later, though!)

What I plan to do with this story: I’m rewriting it! Like a madman. Once the entire fic along with the released oneshots are rewritten, I will release more oneshots and further expand the story and lore. Masked fans are in for a treat, teehee.

Ambivalent Souls (name subject to change)

Attakai (she/her)- An eldritch being with deep ties to the ocean. Boundlessly kind and skilled in healing, she is deeply caring to the humans that serve other beings. The only one who seems able to boss her around is Thirio.

Epithymia (they/them, it/its)- An eldritch being composed from the darkness between universes. A side character to the story. Quiet and shy, they often wander worlds with their one friend, a young human named Uri.

Feil (xey/xem, zey/zem)- A skilled illusion caster who came to work for Thirio after xeir sibling, Xosi, was cursed. An arc antagonist.

Hare (he/him, they/them, she/her)- PLEASE NOTE THAT PRONOUNS ARE DEPENDENT ON THE STORY. Thirio’s formerly most loyal member. Lacking magic that other syndicate members have, he makes up for his disadvantage with his alchemical knowledge.

Krystll (she/her)- A former member of the syndicate. Her cheerful and friendly disposition covers the doubts and the guilt she carries thanks to her soul’s innate love magic.

Maroon- (he/him, they/them, she/her)- A strangely inhuman teenager. They claim Zerie to be their sibling and are very close with him. Maroon is often introverted but very sweet once you come to know him.

Midnight (she/her, they/them)- Another former member of the Syndicate, and a close friend to Krystll. Additionally, a former human thanks to past experiments done on her soul.

Nova (he/him)- An eldritch being born of a star. Married to Attakai, he one day mysteriously fell ill and perished, once thought to be impossible with eldritch beings.

Thirio (he/him, they/them)- An eldritch being of consuming darkness. He runs a branch of the syndicate dedicated to minimizing multiversal threats. He wields powerful psychic abilities and commands others with a cold sneer.

Tsumi (he/him, they/them, it/its)- Thirio’s son, another impossibility among beings. Tsumi prides themself in its strong moral compass and devotes themself to carrying out justice.

Uri (she/her)- Companion to Epithymia after making a wish to have a friend. Epithymia takes her with them wherever they go, since they are obligated to look after her.

Vipsi (it/its)- A former eldritch being, now contained in a small stuffed animal. Once a close friend to Nova, it lost its mind after glimpsing his future.

Xosi (they/them, he/him, she/her)- Sibling to Feil. A curse mangles their body and leaves them unable to speak. They are deeply attached to their sibling, despite zeir tendency to overshadow Xosi.

Zerie (he/him, they/them)- Proud brother of Maroon and similarly inhuman. Charming and sociable, Zerie takes pride in his sense of reason and his protectiveness, though some might argue that he is too defensive.

What I plan to do with this story: I have a decent idea of how most of it carries out- unfortunately, I have to rewrite the entire first arc. Maroon was the first OC I developed for this world and was inspired off a whim from X!Chara in Underverse. While I have come up with a different story, the first arc was entirely rooted in the Undertale Multiverse and even used Sanses as characters. I want to move away from that era, and if I ever want to do anything with this story, I need to change the first arc.

Ora and the Rift in Time

Butterfly Spirit (she/her)- The companion to the protagonist. The little spirit guides Ora on their journey and informs them on what is to come. Despite missing a large chunk of her memories, she is quite informative.

Choru (she/her, they/them)- Continually draped in nightclothes, this singer is constantly sleepy. She has a keen ability to spread her exhaustion with her singing voice, lulling people to sleep with haunting lullabies. Serves as a minor antagonist.

Lady Cris (she/her, it/its)- PLEASE NOTE THAT PRONOUNS ARE DEPENDENT ON THE STORY. The Lady of the castle has a beautiful smile and raven-dark eyes. She’s the life of the land and the love of the Lord’s life. Serves as a major antagonist.

Jynx (they/them, he/him)- With their four arms floating about him, it’s quite clear to see why Jynx is constantly chained. They are quite, quite mad. Serves as a minor antagonist.

Ora (they/them)- The protagonist of the story! When the world was suddenly endangered by a rift in time, Ora grabbed their grandfather’s old sword and set out on an adventure to unravel the mystery and maaaayyyybe stop it. Whether or not they’re a hero is debatable…

Phember (he/him)- Hot-heated! Literally. This guy is made entirely of fire. It’s said that he died and was brought back to life as a fire spirit. He serves as the Lord’s right-hand man, and a minor antagonist.

Lord Teris (he/him)- Once the kind Lord of the land, he’s turned to destroying the world after a drastic encounter with grief. His eyes have a great sadness to them, and even the presence of his Lady Cris cannot cheer him up. Serves as a major antagonist.

Waya (she/her, they/them, it/its)- The galaxy itself, dressed in the garb of mortals. Normally a gatekeeper of the heavens, Waya has now sided with Lord Teris out of pity. Serves as a minor antagonist.

What I plan to do with this story: Honestly? This is the story that I’m closest to scrapping. I came up with almost every character on a whim after learning the basic plot of Super Paper Mario, and the main story is a direct rip-off of it. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to come up with much else to call it my own (but I did cook with my concepts of the rift and how Ora acts as a character). When I initially pictured this story, I framed it as a storydriven 2D platformer. I don’t think that idea will ever see the light of day, unfortunately.

Show Time (name subject to change)

Bi Solomon (he/him)- The brains behind BiCorp. As a Vix, he takes initiative in the development of his species in the form of developing his company. He might not be knowledgeable of the technology his company runs, but he is knowledgeable on weapons.

CEO (she/her)- The next CEO of BiCorp after Mr. Solomon. It was she who set up the signal that all TV-Heads now run under. Her actions have led to strengthen TV-Heads in society and oppress any Vixens. Only controlled TV-Heads have seen her in person.

Dislan (he/him)- A formerly controlled TV-Head employee of BiCorp. After having his connection to the signal broken, he has gone into hiding. He harbors deep anxiety, but is very caring to everyone around him.

Vexx (she/her)- The Vixen who broke the signal’s hold on Dislan. She has a quick temper and a strong will. She vows to overturn BiCorp’s unfair treatment of Vixes, even if it means taking the fight directly to the CEO herself.

(Please note that there are two OCs unlisted in this story. One of them goes by a nickname that I can’t remember for the life of me, and the other OC, Pix [she/her], belongs to a friend of mine.)

What I plan to do with this story: I could make such a cool comic out of this. You would not believe it. What I’ve told you is just scratching the surface of the story. I would sound like a madman if I told you how things developed. I’m insane actually.

And Then It Dawned On Him:

Day (she/her, he/him)- The deity of daytime.

Dhá-Aghaidh (mirror pronouns; whatever pronouns you use)- A traveling merchant offering magical (potentially cursed) wares.

Gemi (he/him)- A penniless half-faun bard. Although he is not one to go bounty hunting, he joins Yazmin’s quest in order to get a cut of the profits. His talent far makes up for what he lacks in money.

Night (it/its, they/them)- The deity of nighttime.

Maeve (she/her)- A mercenary following Switch’s trail. She crosses Yazmin’s path and the two quickly form a rivalry.

Shift (mirror pronouns; whatever pronouns you use)- Switch’s familiar, a changeling.

Switch (he/him, they/them)- A kid fleeing from the prying eyes of the world. After suffering a curse changing him into a different monster with the passing of day cycles, he abandoned society. Thought to be a fey, the bounty on his head is quite high thanks to the number of people who have failed to capture him.

Vigor (it/its)- Vivian’s familiar, a Great Gray Owl.

Vivian (she/her)- A witch (but the rest of the world doesn’t know that). She’s the one who offered Switch’s bounty to Yazmin, but she certainly didn’t expect her to return from her mission…

Yazmin (she/her)- A wannabe knight hoping to prove herself after completing several bounties. Guided by a strong sense of duty, Yazmin lets Gemi join her on her journey. The two encounter Switch, then Maeve.

What I plan to do with this story: I’m really hoping to make this into a novel! I initially planned to release the first arc of this story as a teaser while I was rewriting Masked, hence why I’ve left out a lot of details in my descriptions of the OCs above. While I still plan to write the first arc and publish it in the next few years, I might be too busy with Masked to release the two at the same time.

Royal Sillies (placeholder name)

Queen Beatrice (she/her)- The beautiful queen of the kingdom. As someone who married into the family rather than being born from it, she possesses no royal power. However, her husband and all of her children do.

Eleina (she/her)- A teenage girl who enrolled in the castle’s academy program, hoping to study magic. She’s most interested in potions, but strangely grows close with many members of the royal family. She has an easily swayed heart and is easily flustered.

Prince Jay (he/him)- A flamboyant figure, he is easily the picture-perfect image of a charming prince. His gift allows him to speak with birds, so he is often surrounded by a flock of various different birds.

King Leonard (he/him)- The kind king of the kingdom. His gift allows him to see the future, which often leads to him forgetting the names of people he just met thanks to the wash of information in his head. Despite how scatterbrained he is, he’s hospitable to all.

Prince Ronan (he/him, they/them)- The shyest and most withdrawn of the royal family. Because of his ability to see and speak with ghosts, most assume that he is as terrifying as the undead. This is untrue.

Princess Suza (she/her)- Less of a picture of grace than her younger brother Jay is. As the oldest child second only to Ronan, she spends a lot of her time teasing the others. Her royal gift allows her to hit any target she aims for when she throws something, a skill that ironically renders her useless at archery.

Syph (they/them, he/him)- Eleina’s classmate and a lover of birds. They hope to study the magical properties of the kingdom’s birds further and grow close to Jay in order to do so. Additionally, they end up as Jay’s future romantic partner.

Prince Trell (he/him)- The youngest among the royals. He’s bubbly and polite, even though no signs of a gift have appeared for him. He doesn’t seem to mind.

What I plan to do with the story: Any “story” I have with these characters is quite minimal, actually. I made all of these characters for fun and I don’t really have a story attached to them (a rare occurrence for me). Hopefully I can worldbuild for them more, since I do like the concepts I have for them!

Godly Idiots/Demigod Dumbasses (placeholder names)

Dr. Aaron Kruger (he/him)- A doctor with a mild interest in archeology and theology. He’s a shadow of his former self.

Aéras (they/them, it/its, he/him)- The god of the sky and climate. Its mischief could not save it.

Alex (he/him, they/them)- A teenager who wakes in an alleyway with no memory of himself except for his name. It’s hard enough trying to survive, but he finds himself confronted with shadows of his past and a call to something greater than any can imagine.

Dásos (they/them)- The god of the wilderness. Their open-minded disposition could not save them.

Lux (she/her)- The goddess of light and life. After the tragic death of her fellow gods, she gains their powers and authorities in exchange for being trapped in the heavens. Her contrast doomed her.

Dr. Noah Richards (he/him)- A doctor who was college friends with Dr. Kruger. Now working as a pediatrician, he finds Alex and takes them in out of pity and confusion. He seems to know more about Alex than he lets on, but he is reluctant to speak of it.

Rynne (she/her)- A teenage girl, simultaneously the same and opposite from Alex. Serving as an antagonist, she hounds Alex throughout the story. Neither of them are aware of how deep their connections are to each other.

Skía (she/her, they/them)- The goddess of darkness and death. Her judgment could not save her.

Thala (he/him)- The god of the ocean and time. His foresight could not save him.

What I plan to do with the story: If you noticed me being extra vague in the descriptions of the characters, that is for multiple reasons! 1) While I am proud of this story and the potential it has, there are a lot of missing chunks thanks to the fact that it’s gone through major reworks. I am still not sure of the setting, along with major plot points and even what the theme will be. 2) A lot of my ideas are so goddamn complicated that it takes at least an hour to explain the few ideas I have. Marci would know. 3) This could be a BANGER visual novel and I don’t want to give anything away! I want to make art and slowly unravel the story and get people mentally ill over my characters :)

Miscellaneous:

(This section is reserved for OCs that are not connected to a specific story/the story is unnamed, are fandom OCs, or are sonas!)

Artblock (they/them, he/him, she/her)- One of my sonas, the one with a leaf growing from their head! The literal personification of my artblock. Critter behavior.

Castarian (he/him)- A ghost who prefers to remain invisible most of the time. He’s quite friendly, but incredibly reserved and shy, especially when it comes to what he looks like. He has a complicated past with Drisco, and his feelings for him are similarly complicated.

Doodle (they/them, he/him, she/her)- PLEASE NOTE THAT PRONOUNS ARE DEPENDENT ON THEIR IMPLEMENTATION. My sona that often serves as a self-insert! I’ve drawn them as an insert for Pokémon as well as Fate Grand Order- and I like to automatically slot them into stories.

Drisco (he/him)- A ghost trapped in a mirror. He’s delighted whenever anyone sees him and often challenges them to games… which most likely end up in their death. His past with Castarian leads to similarly conflicted feelings on the other ghost, but Drisco is much more determined to get his revenge.

Evelyn Mason (she/her, it/its)- Master Mason’s ex-wife. As a part-snake part-human beast, she has shapeshifting powers. She prefers to use these powers to disturb hunters’ traps and occasionally raze a town.

Ezra (any pronouns, including neopronouns)- An OC created for the game The Upturned. As the only janitor/maintenance worker/busyman/worker who does all the jobs in the inn, they are stressed beyond belief. Not that the measly pay they receive does anything to help. At least they get along well with the receptionist, Ik.

Guppy (they/them, he/him)- A spirit of a mermaid who died during childhood. They attach to Myrie and eat her emotions, which causes a lot of problems at first, though he is unaware what he is doing is causing her harm.

Master Mason (he/him)- Myrie’s eccentric tutor. He’s the one who taught her what she knows about magic, necromancy, mythical beasts, and how to interact with people (the latter of which was not taught well). He looks human but seems to have had an infinite number of previous students and refuses to tell her how old he actually is. Despite the mystery surrounding him, he stays silly :3

Myrie (she/her, they/them)- A sona who spontaneously developed a story of her own. While I still use them as a self-insert, Myrie’s main focus is with her relationship with Master Mason. She’s a capable student, but filled with her own troubles that only grow as Guppy latches to her soul and she learns more about Master Mason.

Narrator (they/them)- A story’s narrator who was abruptly personified within their very own story. They quickly discover that existence is pain when you’re an omnipotent voice driving the narrative trapped in an awkward mortal body.

Retros (they/them)- A Hollow Knight OC. They serve as the Herald to the Grimm Troupe, bearing a flame with them whenever they announce the troupe’s presence in a new town.

Sketch (she/her, they/them)- PLEASE NOTE THAT PRONOUNS ARE DEPENDENT ON THEIR IMPLEMENTATION. Another self-insert that spawned from a spin-off of Doodle! Sketch will get a starring role in my Super Paper Mario fic, but I use them as a self-insert for Omori as well. Sketch has notably less roles than Doodle, but more thought put into them.

Quint (he/him)- A character that was originally meant to be part of the Godly Idiots world, but removed when I couldn’t figure out what to do with him. I am repurposing him for a project that I was working on with some friends, but little story surrounds him anymore.

What I plan to do with these characters: Retros and Ezra were made to fit the world and story of games, so I have little idea of any stories to proceed with for them. As for all of the other OCs, they aren’t exactly connected to a story, and are thus better suited for roleplaying (especially Drisco and Narrator). Maybe one day that will change, but who knows! After all, Myrie got a story… kind of. Because of her status as a technical sona, it’s hard for me to move her story forward. However, I have recently had EXCELLENT lore ideas for Master Mason and Evelyn, my most recent OC… hehe.

Weeeelllp, seems like that’s all of them! Since you made it this far, I’m really impressed! Thank you for sticking around as I ramble about my OCs. I know this was long, but this was only surface-level…. If you’re still interested in any particular OC, feel free to ask! I’m always happy to answer any questions, and if this post didn’t make it clear, I love rambling about my characters :)

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