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owls-den · 2 years

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Hiii I'm back with another rant about XY this time! I finished it some time ago with my friend and oh my god I have THINGS to say

Ash you need to stop putting your life in danger needlessly ASH PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM DRIFFLOON RAVIN-

Yup the XY trio is incredible, I love them s o m u c h!! Tierno is definitively my new favorite character!

I got to Alain. Oh man, what a precious edgy man 💙 Like he is SO going through his edgy phase and it SHOWSSS come on sweetyyyy are you cold with your big, pokemon coordinated scarf ?? (what a dork) Also with my friend we decided that we'd hc Alain as Sycamore's nephew and, either way, I can see that the professor had an influence on Alain's... Fashion choice (looks at their VERY LOW OPENING PURPLE SHIRTS COVER THEM UP YOU SL-)

Speaking of which!! Sycamore!!! My love!! Love his japanese voice and I'm SOOOO happy he has such an "important" role in the story of the anime!! He's literally one of my favorite character outside of the BW series. I care about him too much. I just wish we had seen him interact with Lysandre more.

Lysandre going "The professor would be in danger if we told him. He needs to be protected" to Alain like oh my god Lysandre. Just go home and kiss your husband on the forehead already sheesh

They're totally married/fiancé. I'm looking super hard at Lysandre's keystone ring... Or at least, that's what I'd say IF THE ANIME DIDN'T MAKE THEM MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME WHEN MANON'S CHESPIN WAS SICK!! Like WHA- So basically, Lysandre has the worst kind of parasocial relationship with Sycamore, got it.

I love how Sycamore has like NO REAL reaction to Lysandre's actions (because he doesn't care much about him in the anime) meanwhile in our rp server we made the PWI one of the most heartwrenching event ever for him.

The Serena arc was a bit quickly ended in my opinion. But I still liked seeing her rivals coming in to tell her to win for them. That was neat.

My opinion hasn't changed: I think Amourshipping is very onesided. Again, no shade to the shippers, it's really cute! But man, Ash really is not interested in the slightest and they don't even TRY to have the shippy moment. Serena is about to dance with Ash? Nope music stops! Serena is going on a date with Ash? Nope he ditches her halfway through and it highlights how different they are.

OhmygodthescenewithAshsickohmygodanimatorswha- WHY DOES HE MENTION IRON TAIL AT THAT MOMENT I'M GOING TO PASS OUT

At some point, I told my friend "this is a bye bye butterfree moment" (I use it to refer to Ash letting go of a pokemon) and things were emotional in the episode AND THEN tons of butterfly pokemons arrived on screen and my friend told me "Bye bye butterfree" and I very much SCREAMED. Nebel if you're reading this, shut up you're not funny stop I was in tears how dare you do this to be ;-;

Clemont finding someone he's interested in and who's interested back but Bonnie being >:O about it was... Something

Monsieur Pierre my beloved 💙

Manon is the best!! I see her and my wounds are healed instantly. I liked her friendship with Alain a LOT (L-lysandre telling Alain he has a small gf I just CANT I'm convinced Lysandre has no concept of age difference. Everyone is categorized by if they're smaller or taller than him. Spoiler alert: the latter never happens because AZ doesn't exist in this anime)

Sawyer is neat :)) Little man. Made me wonder if EXP is an ACTUAL thing IN universe or just a belief...

STEVEN STONE KISSING HIS KEYSTONE TO MEGA EVOLVE I'M 💀

Sycamore has both the best and worst fashion choices. Man is both the sexiest and unsexiest man alive. Like he's such a goofy tall guy but he can also be suave and then you'll just see him slip like a doofus with his rollerskates while his Bulbasaur tries to help him walk like a newborn Deerling LIKE HELP-

WHY DOES ZYGARDE HAVE THIS VOICE 💀💀💀 IT'S SO FUNNY I CAN'T

I was >:(( but then I heard Bonnie sing a song to Puni-chan and I went :DD

And then I was :DD and the finale hit REALLY HARD and I :'(((((

No fr, I actually cried during the finale. The cool thing about the fact that there was so much filler was that... I got SUPER ATTACHED TO EVERYONE!! So when they got into REAL danger, my god... It HIT. Especially Bonnie trying to reason with Zygarde and the "death" of Citroid. So much raw emotion.

Team Rocket being heroes and recording the whole PWI is honestly so them... They're so bad at being evil but they're so good at being good... Especially good for my soul. Also man THEIR EDITING SKILLS HAHA

I liked the "Ash brooding arc" after his defeat against the 8th gym leader. Idk, I feel like it was well set up. It wasn't like JUST the defeat but tons of stuff piling up!

Ash getting so far in the league was nice! Though the league REALLY went fast. Though we all know that was because it wasn't the ACTUAL finale of the series and the real one is just that cool!

My heart fucking stopped when Lysandre let himself fall from the Prismatic Tower. Like. I genuinely couldn't believe pokemon had done that. They did brush it off quickly and he came back but oh my god that was STILL very impactful.

Ok so, Ash and Serena's kiss. Damn, couldn't she have been a bit more obvious BEFORE? 'tis ok I get it, I'm merely joking. It' s just very funny to me that Clemont had more of a reaction to it than Ash did. ONCE AGAIN SORRY-

Clemont and Ash having a redo of their first match ❤️ boy best friends

Greninja leaving is... Understandable. Pretty op. Go forth and protect Kalos little rockstar!

I still don't get the random ninja village in the middle of Kalos but sure? I guess every single regions are just inspired from the countries but are also mixed with Japan? Ig?

I think that's it! I already started Sun and Moon and I adore the series, it's just soooo cute and therapeutic and slice of lifey euveirbzofjzifj

Anyways! My overall thoughts on XY is that WOAH it REALLY turns around in XYZ! It was sorta boring, but still ok, in XY but XYZ is genuinely a pretty awesome pokemon series!!

As for the movies, I watched all of them.

The first one really has for highlight the thieves. Like the rest of it is... Eh... But I really loved the two thieves ending up together :)) I'm sure they stole those clothes/rings!

The second one was... It kinda looked like a child walked into the animation studio and took their figurines of the legendaries and just clashed them together and the director said GENIUS!!! I do think the grandpa had a badass design but like they lost me at "Ash and his friends decided to take a break ***in the desert***" like *excuse me*. H-how- d-does the studio think France is right next to the United Arab Emirates (if I am not mistaken the city is VERY HEAVILY inspired by Dubai though I might just be dumb). Idk how to feel about the charadesigns and everything, not really my place to judge considering it's not my culture though I did think the designs were REALLY clashing with Ash and co. It kinda felt like they walked into an entirely new region that was not very refined. The highlight of the movie for me was to watch Groudon sink into the water, struggling to stay in and then he HAD TO WALK ALL THE WAY HOME! Like DAMN OOPA ! GIVE THE MAN A DAMN LIFT!! Ah, and of course Oopa going "Ponstaa" when trying to say "Pokemon Masutaa". I was in tears because I am an immature man-child.

Finally the last movie with Volcanion was... Genuinely awesome actually! A new form of mega evolution was introduced (forced), the city's design was honestly super fun, Volcanion's relationship with Magearna was cute af, Volcanion in general was awesome (god poor Ash) and LOTS OF DRAMA HAPPENED! YESSSS!

Anyyywaysss I guess that's my point of view for all the content of Pokemon XY(Z) hahaha!

Damn that was a LONG RANT. See y'all for another one soon!

#owl rants #Pokemon XY #Pokemon XYZ #Anipoke #Pokemon anime #Watching the pokemon anime with my bff Nebby WHO IS NOT STAYING THE BAG

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narrators-journal · 3 years

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Months of tolerance

So, I was looking back at my ranpoe valentines story and I got an idea. Why not write a little collection? A little trio or so of Valentines-themed sort of ship stories?

And so, I wrote a second one for Shin-soukoku! Though, please be forgiving, I’m not a super big fan of Atsushi, so I don’t have a lot of ideas and experience on how he works and behaves, so I kinda took inspiration from the rp me and my friend did for BSD and their sort of rendition of Atsushi mixed with canon.

Atsushi had never really experienced Valentines day or White day, so when Dazai offered to take him out on one of his days off and introduce him to the basics of the event he accepted it. He was quick to find it to be a bit depressing. “Dazai, I don't think I have any real...reason to be here," The tiger sighed, putting down one of the little Valentines bears he'd been looking at in the shop and looking over at the bandage-clad brunette that was to be his mentor in the ADA. The rail of a man just pouted at him, "Nonsense, Atsushi! You're learning about romance," he assured, giving the white-haired man a sweet smile, which made Atsushi grimace, "Yeah, but this holiday is obviously for couples, and I don't have any romantic partner of any sort," He pointed out, a stone of loneliness settling in the bottom of his stomach as he spoke, but his mentor simply snorted as if that point was moot. "Sushi, you don't need a romantic partner to celebrate Valentines day, you can just as easily get gifts for friends. After all, I don't have a partner but I'm gonna get a gift for someone." He assured, and while the tiger was still a bit unsure, he just nodded.

After that, he just went back to milling around up and down the aisle as he poked at the little toys, knick knacks, or sweets scattered about until Dazai clapped his hands together in an idea, "Atsushi! I have an idea for what you can do on Valentines day!" he chirped, bouncing on his feet in some childish, giddy high, "Why not get a gift for Ryuunosuke!" The tiger blinked and scowled at the idea, "Why the hell would I do that? I don't have any sort of feelings for him," he about spat, almost feeling his lip curl in a snarl at the mere mention of the wheezing, gothic, Dazai fanboy. However, the brunette simply rolled his eyes at his venom, "There is a very common phrase, 'kill your enemies with kindness', you ever hear it?" before the weretiger could answer, he continued, "Akutagawa doesn't like you. At all. Hates your guts. But! If you get him a gift, maybe be as friendly as you can be, you can get him to warm up to you!" the weretiger's scowl only deepened, which made his mentor huff and drop the excited, bubbly tone, "If you get him to like you, you won't have to spend quite as much on shirts every week." Atsushi ended up buying a cheap little gift for the goth. However, that now left him with a question. How was he to get the cheap plush cat to Akutagawa? He'd been pondering the question all through out the three days that led up to Valentines day, going back and forth on whether or not he should even bother with Dazai's stupid idea. Is it really worth risking getting stabbed again? Just to give this cheap little thing to a bastard like Akutagawa? He thought bitterly, though his cheeks burned a slight pink while he glared down at the floppy little beanie baby cat that was sprawled out on his meager little coffee table, staring up at the tiger with glassy amber eyes while he sat on his couch the evening before Valentines day. I'd sooner drink my own piss then give Akutagawa a Valentines gift. He told himself firmly, getting up from his couch and plucking the toy from the cheap table to get rid of it. To do this, he threw it out of his livingroom window into the darkness of the cold night and listened to it land in the dumpster across the street with a soft thud thanks to how hard he'd thrown it. And, with that, he shut his window with a decisive 'humph' and went to bed. Dazai was a smart man, but Atsushi was not going to have conflicting and confusing feelings plague him just to placate a violent asshole with a hateboner for him. An hour later, the tiger went out to the dumpster he'd heard the cat slam against and dug the poor thing out to be washed. Not that the weretiger had changed his mind or anything, he'd just spent money on the derpy little toy, he didn't want to waste it. Or, so he told himself. So, he instead returned it to his bedside table after washing it a few times, trying to see if he could somehow rub the new crack out of his amber eye while doing his best to get the dumpster stench out of its fur. If he really was going to 'kill Akutagawa with kindness' like Dazai said, the least he could do was make sure the gift didn't reek of three day old take out and dog vomit. When the next day came, he took the toy to work, then walked home with it draped over his arm after a day of dealing with petty couple squabbles that had turned nasty, or helping Ranpo to and from the smattering of robberies he'd been requested on. Y'know, this just proves why I should've kept this thing in the garbage, he fumed to himself, staring at the sidewalk ahead of him so he didn't see even more lovey-dovey couples for the day, If I gave this to Akutagawa somehow, all that would happen is I'd be a statistic. Nothing more. He hates me too much, it'd probably off- Atsushi's ill-tempered thoughts were cut short when he ran into someone else on the sidewalk, sending them both sprawling to the pavement. "O-oh my god! I'm so sorry, are you hurt miss?!" The weretiger squeaked, hopping up to his feet at record speeds to offer a hand to the pretty lady in white. She had long black hair, and a familiar style of dress on, but it was her light, steel-colored eyes that finally got her face to click in the frazzled tiger's irrational mind. "Oh!...Gin, right?" he asked as she took his hand and let him help her up while she nodded, "Sorry, I didn't mean to run you over," she said, her voice as quiet as the first time he'd met her with Katai and Kunikida, but her words shot a nebulous sort of anxiety into his veins, "Oh, no no no, it was my fault, I wasn't looking where I-I was going," he stammered, trying desperately to comfort her as he reached to dust her off, but then changed his mind half way, doing that would be super weird, so he instead tried to think up another way to make up for running into her. He felt awful for knocking her over, but had no clue what to do, so he just ended up putting a hand over his anxious heart and staying quiet. Gin, meanwhile, had spotted the saggy stuffed toy on the sidewalk, "Um, is that yours?" She asked, picking it up and dusting the little thing off gently, snapping Atsushi out of his thoughts, "What? Oh! Yeah, that's...actually, I bought it for...Akutagawa." he admitted, not knowing what else to say to explain why he had a stuffed cat. Gin blinked at him, raising an eyebrow, "No offense, but why did you buy my brother a toy? Is it for Valentines day?" Atsushi gaped for a moment, for some reason his brain struggling to give even the simplest answer for a moment, "I...D-Dazai suggested getting him a gift..." he muttered, his cheeks beginning to heat up as he spoke, which Gin seemed to notice, but she said nothing, "Well, how about I deliver it to him? He likes cats, I'm sure he'd enjoy this one," she offered sweetly instead, and for a moment Atsushi could only stare at her while his cheeks undoubtedly glowed a healthy pink until he cleared his throat, get yourself together Atsushi! This is a fine way to get the damned gift to Akutagawa, then Dazai can get off your ass, he told himself, pushing down the weird flustered feeling in his chest, "Um, t-that would be helpful," She nodded, smiling a bit at the toy cat. With that, she wished him well as the sky darkened from the yellow-purple gradient of Atsushi's eyes, to a dark, star-speckled blue, leaving the tiger to walk home and contemplate his day. For the next few days, the weretiger was on edge, just waiting for the wheezing goth to pop out from behind every corner ready to stab him. However, it never happened. Atsushi was expecting it, always at the ready to defend himself, but for the entire month he didn't even see his nemesis on jobs, let alone when he was walking home or too work. So, he began to relax. Maybe he really did enjoy the stuffed toy, he thought a month or so later on his walk home from the ADA. The thought brought an odd warm feeling to his chest, but he was swift to stomp the detested feeling back down into that part of himself he refused to acknowledge. He could accept his tiger, but he was not ready to face anything like that emotion. Then, something slammed into the side of his head. In an instant, Atsushi was knocked onto the sidewalk with his world swimming for a moment or two. In those moments, he laid there in a daze, forced to wait for his senses to return and the throbbing ache in his skull to die before he could finally stumble to his feet. When the pain stopped and he could bare to stand once again, the white-haired man looked around for what might've hit him in the head, but the only thing he found was a can of soda. A soda that, upon closer inspection, he found to be one of his favorites, which was weird enough, since usually his favorite soft drink doesn't fly at people's heads, but, no one was currently around to explain why an unopened, very dented can of his preferred soda was rolling around at his feet after knocking him on his ass like it had. He'd tried to look around, taking advantage of his improved night vision to try and spot anyone trying to hide from the blame for throwing it at him, but the street was currently sparse in other people in the area. However, after a moment of thinking, and examining the near-bursting can, it slowly dawned on the tiger who might've thrown it. Then, the date set in, bringing a stronger wave of hot embarrassment to his cheeks. "Um?? T-thanks I guess?" he called out into the swiftly growing darkness, and then swiftly continued home, before the hiding goth caught sight of the way his cheeks tinged a small shade of pink or decided to come out to maul him for acknowledging him.

#Shin soukoku #bsd #Bungo stray dogs #Atsushi Nakajima #Akutagawa Ryunosuke #scenario #fluff #valentines day

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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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Kissing Booth

So, a while ago an anon sent me this ask:

And I honestly thought it was really cute, so I decided to write a lil story out of it. It’s nothing extravagant, but I wrote it anyway!

Words: 2,387

Pairing: Bean x The Demon Brothers

The school festival is meant to be fun. It gives the students a chance to set up booths, and raise money for a good cause--like classroom funds, or charity donations.

Mammon, however, sets a booth up to make money for himself. A kissing booth, to be specific. He assumes that every demon within a two mile radius will be lined up, ready to empty their wallets in order to get a kiss from The Great Mammon, but...that’s not what happens.

No, half way through the festival, less than a dozen people have paid Mammon for a kiss. A few other demons had stopped, asking what the money would be put towards, and when he had answered “my wallet” they’d promptly walked away.

Honestly, what a fool.

Unfortunately, Bean still loves him, despite his idiotic ideas.

Sighing, she places a $5 in front of the demon--catching his attention. He lifts his head from where it’d been buried in his arms--dejected at his lack of customers--and his blue eyes light up when he sees Bean standing there.

When he notes the bill placed on the table, a brilliant smile tugs at his lips.

“See! I knew ya couldn’t resist kissing The Great Mammon!”

His comment has Bean rolling her eyes, and she reaches forward to snatch her money back. The movement flusters Mammon, who quickly jumps to his feet.

“H-Hey, wait!” he slaps his hand down on top of hers, cheeks heating up sheepishly as he looks at her. “C’mon, don’t be like that…”

She smiles a little, breathing a laugh.

“Take your kiss then, before I seriously consider getting a refund.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s supposed’ta be kissing me,” he retorts. A pouty look appears on his face, and Bean is tempted to sigh. However, rather than continue to drag this on, she leans in and presses her lips to his. Solid, soft contact.

After a few seconds, she moves to pull back, but Mammon quickly reaches out and grabs her--one hand curling around her waist, while the other finds the back of her head. She makes a quiet sound of surprise as he tugs her into another kiss--and then another, and another after that.

He only stops when someone nearby whistles, making him aware of the intimacy of his current actions.

When he pulls back, Bean’s face has turned a pleasant shade of pink. Satisfaction beats steadily in his chest.

“I’d say that’s another $15 dollars right there. It’s actually probably more like $50, but I’ll give ya a discount since I’m a nice guy like that.”

He grins cheekily, laughing when Bean reaches out and punches him in the arm.

“You can’t extort customers for money by deciding to kiss them more than what they paid for!”

“Fine, fine~,” he relinquishes, grumbling. “I suppose I’ll give ya the extra kisses for free since it’s obvious ya like me.”

“Wow, how kind of you,” she responds, rolling her eyes a little, but she can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips.

“Oh, and speaking of kisses--”

Bean blinks as Mammon grabs her by her shoulders, directing her around the side of the table.

“--I need ya to work the booth for a few minutes for me. I gotta go do somethin’ real quick.”

Without waiting for her answer, Mammon slips out from behind the booth and begins jogging away. Bean blanches.

“Hey! Mammon!”

“I’ll be right back! I doubt anyone’ll be by anyway! It’s been slow as hell tonight!”

And with that, the Avatar of Greed fully turns and hightails it into the distance--disappearing into the festival crown. Bean is left there, shocked at the sudden turn of events.

Sighing, she flops down into his seat and pulls out her DDD. If what Mammon said is true, then she’ll just have to sit here and wait it out by herself until he comes back. However--

“I’d like a kiss please.”

Bean blinks as a demon slips a $5 dollar bill onto the table, grinning down at her. Where the hell had he even come from??? It’d only been a minute since Mammon had abandoned her here!!

“O-Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, pushing the bill back towards him. She forces a smile, drawing on her years of customer service experience to feign politeness. “I’m actually just watching the booth for a friend. It’s not technically open right now.”

“But I’m a paying customer, and I’m giving you my money,” he responds, clearly a little annoyed with her refusal. “So you should give me what I’m paying for.”

“I haven’t taken your money. And we’re not open.”

The demon’s smile drops away--his face scrunching angrily.

“Now listen here you stupid human--”

“Bean, how wonderful to see you.”

The demon’s words immediately cut off--recognizing the voice of the royal prince. Diavolo smiles down at the two of them, his hand coming to rest on the male’s shoulder, and he gives it a squeeze. The demon winces.

“There’s no issue here, is there?”

“N-No, sir--,” as quickly as he can, the demon twists out of Diavolo’s grasp and hightails it away. Bean sighs, relieved, and The Prince flashes her a knowing look.

“Did Mammon somehow rope you into this?”

“He ran away before I could stop him.”

“Ah,” Diavolo chuckles quietly, his eyes scanning the busy festival grounds. “Would you like me to stay and stand guard until he returns?”

Bean quickly holds up her hands, cheeks heating up.

“No! There’s no need for that! I’m sure you’re busy.”

Diavolo cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you being forced to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I’ll text the guys right now,” she says, holding up her DDD. “I’m sure they’ll help, so please. I don’t want to take up all your time.”

“You’re too considerate of me, really.”

Diavolo’s golden eyes stray to the table, where the lesser demon’s money lays abandoned. He picks it up and hands it to Bean.

“Consider this a donation to you for your trouble. He is one of my students, after all.”

Bean blinks, cheeks heating up as she takes the money from him.

“Would you like the kiss instead?” she feels as if her heart might explode while asking him, but somehow she manages to get the words out.

Diavolo’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

“I mean, of course you don’t have to! But....I feel comfortable enough around you, so…”

The demon prince smiles softly at her admission, more than happy to hear that she feels comfortable around him. Enough to offer him a kiss, more so!

“Well, if that’s the case…,” Diavolo leans in, and cocks his head to the side--revealing his cheek. Bean, despite being embarrassed, immediately leans in and presses her lips to his skin.

“A kiss for My Lord,” she says as she sits back, hoping to ease the flurry of emotions now swirling around in her chest. Diavolo laughs heartily.

“Thank you. Now hurry and text Lucifer and the others. And, of course, call me if you need me!”

With that, he strides away from the table, sending her one last smile. Bean smiles back, hoping the blush on her face isn’t as obvious as she thinks it is, and immediately grabs her DDD.

Bean: SOS

Bean: Mammon abandoned me at his kissing booth

Bean: Please help

The message doesn’t take long to be seen by the brothers, and yet, by the time the first of the brothers manage to locate her, she’s already trying to fend off 3 more students--all vying for a kiss from one of the two human exchange students.

Apparently, humans are a hotter commodity to demons that the Avatar of Greed himself.

“Please, leave,” Satan speaks, a dangerous smile on his face as he steps up behind the crowd of demons. They look ready to pick a fight until they realize who’s talking. Then, they tuck their tails between their legs and scurry off.

Bean sighs. “Thank god.”

“I’m sure we’d all be more than happy to kill Mammon for you, if you want,” Satan says, crossing his arms.

Bean actually seems to contemplate the idea, which makes him laugh.

“Mmm, what kind of trash leaves someone else to man their booth,” Levi adds in, stepping up next to Satan. His eyes are focused on the DDD in his hand. “Besides, Mammon might think he’s the main love interest of a high school RP game, but he’s not. Kissing booths never actually work.”

Bean giggles at his words, posing a hand on her hip as she fondly regards them.

“Would you like a kiss for your help?” she asks after a moment, grinning at their reactions. Satan looks shocked more than anything, while Levi looks about ready to combust.

“No?”

Satan huffs.

“I mean, of course I won’t turn it down.”

Smiling, Bean happily leans over the table and meets him halfway--the two sharing a soft kiss. Once having expressed her gratitude to Satan, her attention shifts to Levi.

“Yes? No? Maybe so?”

“I...I guess o-one kiss would be okay,” he mumbles, the tips of his ears turning bright read as Bean gently cups his face and guides him into a kiss. However, just as she’s pulling back--

“Ooh! Me too!”

Before Bean can react, Asmo is running up and grabbing her by her cheeks. He kisses her sweetly, a tiny groan of satisfaction muffled in his chest as their lips meet.

“You know, you didn’t actually save her from anything,” Satan quips, eying him. Stepping back, Asmo pouts at his brother, leaving a red-faced Bean to try and get a hold of herself.

She’s not used to kissing different brothers directly after one another like this. And being in a public space doesn’t help her embarrassment.

“So? Does that mean I don’t deserve a kiss?”

“Guys, c’mon,” Bean tries to say, not wanting them to argue. They’ve already attracted quite a few stares. After all, it’s not everyday you see a bunch of demons all walking up and casually kissing the same woman, and a human at that.

Then again, she is standing behind a kissing booth…

“Hmm? Is Bean giving out free kisses?” Belphie’s voice enters the fray, he and his twin brother joining the others on the opposite side of the table. “If so, then I want one.”

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on giving out kisses, but--”

Before she can even finish, Beel has leaned forward--stealing her lips with a simple exclamation of, “I want one too.”

And the instance he pulls back, Belphie is grabbing her--guiding her into another soft kiss.

“Sharing is caring.”

Bean can feel his grin when their lips connect, and she debates hitting him. Lucky for him, she doesn’t. Right now, she’s too busy dealing with the mini meltdown happening in her brain.

So many kisses.

“Oi!”

At that moment, Mammon appears around the corner--his eyes narrowed on Belphie as he pulls back from his kiss with Bean.

“If you guys are gonna stand around my booth kissin’ Bean, then ya better fork out some money! How many times did ya kiss her? Ya owe me for those kisses!”

The five brothers surrounding Bean fix him with unimpressed stares. Belphie is the first to speak.

“You really think we’re going to pay you money after you abandoned her to work your booth?”

“She was getting hounded by a bunch of random demons when we got here,” Satan pipes in, crossing his arms. Mammon opens his mouth to argue--wanting to get the money he feels that he’s rightfully owed--but at that moment a shiver rolls up his spine.

Freezing where he’s stood, he slowly turns around--visibly gulping as Lucifer finally appears, standing right behind him.

“Mammon,” the eldest brother starts, smiling dangerously. “You do realize that it’s against school policy to use booths at the school fair for personal profit, yes?”

“I...I--”

“Therefore, you will be donating any profit you’ve made to the school. Not only that, but you’re going to pay June back for her trouble.”

His crimson eyes shift to the blushing girl, gaze softening when he sees her.

“June, what do you think is appropriate punishment?”

She takes a moment to think it over.

“Mammon gets no kisses for a week.”

The Avatar of Greed looks SHOCKED.

“WHAT?? But that’s not fair!”

“Just be grateful she’s not making you pay her money, idiot,” Levi responds, sounding less than concerned with Mammon’s current predicament.

“Now,” Lucifer says. “Dismantle this booth, and give me all of your earnings. I will hand them over to Diavolo.”

“Dammit…,” Mammon groans, sulking towards the booth. Bean is nice enough to pat his hair as he steps up beside her, but she’s smart enough to not give into the puppy eyes he turns her way.

In the end, he did abandon her and leave her to fend for herself.

“Bean, c’mon!” Asmo grins, skipping away, and tugging Satan along with him. “Let’s go play more games!”

“Mmm, Bean, let’s get some more food too,” Beel pipes up, following after his brothers.

Nodding, Bean slips past Mammon and moves to join them. However, before she can get too far, Lucifer’s gloved fingers find their way between hers.

“Wait for me a moment,” he says quietly, giving her hand a squeeze. The two hang back just long enough for Lucifer to collect the money Mammon has earned. Then, Lucifer is leading Bean after his brothers, their fingers comfortably locked together.

Silence stretches between them for a moment.

“I’ll take my kiss later.”

“Oh?” Bean raises an amused eyebrow at him, making him roll his eyes.

“Is the Avatar of Pride jealous over a few kisses?”

“It simply doesn’t feel right that I’m the only one being left out,” he responds, making her grin.

“If that’s so, then I’m okay giving you one now. I can suck it up and handle a few more seconds of PDA.”

“No, I’d prefer mine later,” he gives her hand another squeeze, his eyes glinting. “The kisses I intend to take from you wouldn’t be appropriate to show in a setting like this.”

Bean turns red at his words.

“Oh.”

Lucifer chuckles.

“Oh, indeed”

#bean #obey me mc #fic #bean fic #this is more dialogue than anything but oh well

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Hi, im wondering about recent clip of D/D/U. I guess yibo is a playful person with his friends. I saw how he teased CX and being pampered by his U/N/I/Q hyung. Im rarely interact with ant!s but due to that clip (CX) all his cp fan happy while leaving hateful comment to B/X/G. Its hurt me when they so hateful to h-o-m-o but okay to h-e-t-e-r-o. Why oh why!?!?! This is only my sharing thought. I love reading ur opinions btw. BJYXSZD!!!

Hi, fabellevixxi95! They are talking about TTXS 200719′s episode, for those who are wondering when did this ask happen (yes, I know, I do answer late).

First of all, there are a lot of CPs featuring dd with a lot of people. His old bros from UNIQ, any female with whom he interacts beyond a “hi”, DZW, etc.

(There’s a really noteworthy douyin from DZW explaining the concept of “CP” to his mother: “when you’re very good bros, people start naming your friendship as CP, (...) like the one I have with WYB”. Golden).

I really can’t judge anyone for adhering to a CP, since it’s the same thing I’m doing, but leaving hateful comments, insulting, and outright refusing to back down and apologize for their insults is not right. Be careful of those people, sometimes they aren’t even fans, but antis trying to stir up problems. Don’t engage, block and report if they’re going against the guidelines of the platform they are in.

Okay, since that part is out now, I leave my thoughts about this CP under the cut.

Disclaimer: fake fake fake.

To be honest, I looked into dd-CX CP out of curiosity, to compare a little bit. I couldn’t even find the name of the CP at first, but it was apparent soon enough as to why: they use the same bjyx initials with the “xiao” being CX’s name. However “bjyx” as a CP name has long been taken over by bxg.

I think many people prefer him being with CX (or any other female celebrity actually) because of 2 reasons:

Homophobia. It was difficult for me to realize that a lot of people are lowkey homophobic. They won’t say “ew, gays”, but they’ll say “it’s obvious he’s with a girl instead of with a man, he can’t be gay”. They are much reluctant to admit the possibility of anyone being in a relationship with a person of the same gender, though they’ll often defend themselves with something along the lines of “hey, I have many queer friends, I’m not homophobic!”

There’s a type of fan (let’s call them gf-fans) that fantasize with the possibility of being their idol’s partner. This, in gg and dd’s case, happens much more often with female fans, who then will grasp at straws to continue believing that their idol is completely straight. Thus why they’re much more willing to see a CP with a female idol (when they accept that their idol might not be single): they feel much more identified with a female than a male.

There’s also a curious phenomenon with these “girlfriend-type” of fans: imo, they’re much more open to an hetero CP because they know it’s just rumours and that it’s much more likely to be false, so that fulfills their fantasy of maybe someday meeting their idol and making them fall head over heels in love with them.

(That’s why many bxg pay a lot of attention to what mtjj outright refuse to discuss about. Like hotpot).

It has often been commented that dd’s CP with CX is one of the most “solid” ones, even though CX has said:

She and dd had collaborated twice in a couple choreographies by the time she went for the first time (prior to dd’s birthday special in 2018) to TTXS, and she said both times they hadn’t said a word to each other outside of work.

She called dd “modern monk” in his birthday special last year, and said that he lacked interest in women.

They started to get along much better when they hosted a skateboarding variety show together in 2019, most likely due to shared interests and work related issues. That had to make the CP reach its peak, because I don’t think I’ve seen a lot of these fans nowadays.

(They got comfortable enough for dd to say that she is very heavy, because he couldn’t carry her princess-style, which she didn’t appreciate at all. Trust me, no idol would have liked that).

Dd started to treat CX as a friend, so it probably made people’s eyes fall out of their sockets, because his interactions with women are scarce and very controlled. It is to the point that some fans say he must be gay because of the nature of his interactions with women.

But... I kind of understand him? People tend to forget that he grew up in South Korea, at the age when boys and girls start to interact and make friends with people of the opposite gender. The majority of the boys usually play with other boys and most of the girls play with other girls, specially in countries so conservative as China or South Korea (it’s a generalization, but it’s what happens 🤷‍♀️).

So, at the age when boys and girls start to mingle, he was in South Korea, living in an all boys dorm and studying with other male trainees (from what I know, mixed dorms are extremely hard to find even for university students), in a society where skin touch between a boy and girl with no romantic relationship is frowned upon. I’m aware that there’s a spectrum of types of couples, but even holding hands is rare for some couples there (let’s leave the sexism that still exists in those countries for another day, but they certainly have room to improve in that issue).

Moreover, dd, for all he is bold when no words are required, is quite shy. He’s coming out of his shell, but many of his interactions with women come from a time where I think it was more shyness what made him “cold” (and many people had said that he’s shy rather than cold, and dd himself says “I’m a slow starter” meaning he needs time to be familiar with other people).

That’s why, from my pov, his stilted, uncomfortable interactions with women (in the past) steems from the environment he grew up in + knowing he’s being observed all the time. There’s a video of him dropping a pen, surrounded by girls in skirts in an event, and to pick it up, he drops carefully, facing away from the girls, and keeping his eyes locked on the pen.

(I’m leaving my own speculation about their sexuality for another post, but just as a spoiler, I’m between gay and bi, leaning towards gay for some reasons).

All in all, dd is a playful person with his friends. He has every right to be however he wants. The fact that he’s comfortable enough to tease his female coworkers is just proof that he’s grown out of his awkward phase and that he has found people he likes to work with, no matter their gender.

The fact that some people take friendship as a CP is a phenomenon that will gradually dispel once he works with more women. I really don’t understand the blind RPS with no real proof (beware of fanservicing), but I’m fine if it’s the CP of their project, ofc. So I hope the fans who want him to be straight because it fits their image of him or whatever reason can just accept that he’s living for himself, not for their fantasies.

#yizhan #bjyx #cx cp #ttxs 200719

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Oh my goodness this episode.

This chapter was already unbelievably sad in the manga, but boy did the anime do it justice. I’m just going to sob/ramble here about my favourite parts so I apologise in advance for clogging your dash.

- Sasha, Connie, Jean. That’s it that’s the whole post -- just kidding, I just love them to bits, I love their trio, I love their friendship, I love how they stick together no matter what, I love how they clearly stand aside from the rest of the Survey Corps and cling to each other because they’re all they have. They’re my babies and I reiterate I will make a blood sacrifice for interactions with Connie and Jean blogs. - Sasha’s voice. She’s grown up so much, but she sounds so tired even when she’s joking about food and teasing Jean about his beard 🥺 - She heard Gabi and Falco. Super-hearing kicked in and Jean immediately trusted her and f*** you Floch & co for not shutting up when he told you to. - Gabi. GABI. Oh my god I love this character so much, and her VA is doing such a wonderful job and the pain in her voice and in her eyes, and the unbelievable struggle when Falco tries to get her to face the contradictions in this senseless war but she just can’t process it. I don’t blame her, she’s like 12, she’s had a difficult life, she only knew one way out and now nothing makes sense anymore. - There’s this thing in psychology called attribution theory, according to which people will attribute one of two causes to any given event: internal cause or external cause. “It’s my fault” or “it’s someone/something else’s fault”. I feel like Falco and Gabi in that scene are both standing on one end of the spectrum because what they’re going through is way too big for them (or anyone) to comprehend, and that’s when Gabi breaks. Like, she needs a culprit or she’ll just collapse. That culprit just happens to be Sasha. Even Gabi looks shocked when she realises she’s killed her - I’m 99% sure she just aimed randomly and shot just wanting to hit someone, anyone, and it happened to be Sasha. - Everybody’s reaction to Sasha getting shot + Sasha’s death. Holy shit that hits hard. Everyone is grieving. Everyone is traumatised. - Obviously Connie and Jean are just... hbfjdfbdjhfvbdjb. I can’t even, it hurts too much 🥺 Connie just lost his better half, his twin, one of the two most important people in the whole wide world to him and he broke my heart. And Jean - so heartbroken too. We didn’t get to see as much of his friendship with Sasha as Connie’s, but still; it was the three of them vs the world. - Mikasa. And. Amin. I will DIE on the hill that Mikasa and Sasha were super close and so important to each other and I hate that Mikasa is losing yet another person she loved 🥺 enough, leave her alone 🥺 and Armin, bby Armin, my god Mikasa and Armin’s tears and screams over her body in her last moments, and Mikasa sobbing by her dead body, I’m in pain. - Eren expression of pure pain and suffering, my g o d, I totally blame him for Liberio and for forcing the Corps’ hand but he’... not okay when Sasha dies. - EVEN LEVI IS IN FUCKING SHOCK. I have like 100 headcanons (ok maybe a little less) on Sasha and Levi but it’s always nice to see that even though we actually see them interact maybe three times in the whole series, she was 100% part of his squad, one of his people. Levi Ackerman is a good. - ‘Niku’ 🥺 - And next week we get to see the funeral, meaning we see Niccolo AND PROBABLY ALSO THE FAMILY AND I’M NOT READY FOR THEM. (nor for Mikasa crying at Sasha’s grave) - Sasha’s death is such an incredible shock to every single character and really goes to show that even a secondary character like her matters infinitely in the AoT universe, and she was one of the few rays of sunshine still alive for these characters who have seen, and lived through, too much. There are probably 10000 more things but I need to finish a reply on my forum before my rp partner goes to bed so i’ll stop here.

#aot spoilers #ooc; potato mun #hello i am full of feelings i cannot process yet so have some incoherent blabbering

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Duality, Chapter 2 (Crygi) - Metaluna

Chapter summary: Reflecting on an interesting day at work, Gigi goes to the bar with absolutely no intention of seeing a certain human.

A/N: Hi everyone! So I’m really bad at submitting on here, but feel free to read it on ao3 where i’m a few chapters ahead. tw for smut and light bloodplay.

thank you to Juno for beta reading and to crygijankiedoll-rps for making sure that my smut wasn’t too awkward since it was my first time writing it :’)

A few days later, Gigi sat in her office deep in her thoughts which were rushing through her head all at once to the point that she could barely keep up with them. The same string of thoughts were replaying themselves. The thoughts didn’t lead to Crystal, or any of the events from the night at the bar. They all led back to her humanity.

When Gigi was first turned, Nicky would constantly mock her for her sympathy toward humans. The first time she had to feed, she sobbed for two days, and starved herself for a week, only able to think about the look of fear in the woman’s eyes as the life faded from her body. Sometime in the past few decades, the empathy she held toward humans faded away entirely.

The more she thought about it, the more Gigi realized, it wasn’t that her humanity went away on its own, she forced it down deep inside of herself. There was no way she could be a killer if she maintained her sense of empathy that she had as a human, was there?

Why now, after nearly a century were all these emotions bubbling back up to the surface?

She knew the answer.

Crystal.

There was something about Crystal that made Gigi think of humans as more than an annoyance or a food source. She wasn’t sure what it was about the girl that had Gigi so intrigued, but she didn’t like it, just like she didn’t like thinking about her humanity.

Maybe she could attempt to be more human. As human as a 115 year old vampire could be, anyway.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Jackie walked into Gigi’s office nervously.

“Do you need something, Jackie?”

Jackie looked away. “Can you please do me a favor?”

“Maybe?”

“So, you know how I have a hard time with the visitations of kids and teenagers…?” Jackie trailed off.

Gigi groaned.

“I’ll do your filing for a week.”

“I’ll do it,” Gigi replied instantly.

“I’ll do your filing if… and only if, the family doesn’t request that I come in instead. So you better be on your best behavior.”

“I’ll be nothing short of a saint,” Gigi promised.

If nothing else, this could help Gigi practice her empathy toward humans.

By the time Gigi went inside the visitation room, the casket had already been moved into place. The girl had died of an overdose that the family swore was accidental. Gigi, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. Humans would much rather be in denial than to admit the truth. The mother even went on a tangent about how her daughter had been having a hard time in school before quickly changing the subject to the color of the floral arrangements.

Humans liked to claim that their loved ones looked like they were sleeping when they saw them in an open casket. This annoyed Gigi. Nothing about this girl looked like she was asleep. No matter how good Gigi was at what she did, the corpses were dead. They looked dead. Not asleep.

Whenever there was a sixteen-year-old girl, Gigi couldn’t help thinking about her sister. Even if this girl’s appearance was the opposite of her Nora’s. As she set boxes of tissues on the chairs lining the room, she began thinking about Nora’s sixteenth birthday.

Somehow she still remembered the day perfectly.

Gigi was so deep in her thoughts, she didn’t see the first person arrive. It was a girl, who looked to be a few years older than the body who Gigi assumed was her sister. The resemblance between her and the pictures Gigi was given was striking. The girl was dressed in an oversized flannel and jeans, with her hair in a messy bun.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you enter,” Gigi said.

“It’s okay,” the girl’s voice cracked. “I’m sorry I’m early. I just wanted to see her before anyone else.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Quickly, Gigi looked at the sign to see what the girl’s name was. Rarely did she remember. Nia.

“Are you Nia’s sister?” Gigi asked, walking over to the girl.

The girl nodded. “I’m Olivia.”

“Gigi.”

The girl stepped up to the casket. “Can you like… stand next to me? I’ve never seen a dead body, and this is weird. Especially because it’s her…”

“Of course.”

Off to a good start. Maybe this would be easier than she thought.

“Thank you. It’s so weird, like… I was always told that they look like they’re sleeping… Mom said she’d look like she’s sleeping. She doesn’t look like she’s sleeping. There’s something too still, I think that’s the problem. I don’t know… But she looks good though. You took good care of her.”

“Thank you.”

As the girl gently stroked her sister’s hair, Olivia started crying. No, not crying, sobbing. Normally, this is the point Gigi took a step back. Instead, she stayed by her side and handed her a box of tissues.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Just as it seemed as though Olivia was calming down, she started crying harder than before. Gigi comfortingly rubbed the girl’s back. In response, the girl hugged Gigi. She didn’t hug Olivia back, but simply stood as the girl got tears on her favorite shirt.

“Sorry,” Olivia mumbled as she pulled away.

“It’s okay.”

“I can’t believe my baby sister is gone,” Olivia whispered.

Gigi could only take so much in one day, and by now wasn’t sure how to comfort the girl, other than with honesty. As she led Olivia to a chair she said, “I’m sorry. This is horrible, but it gets easier, the grief you’re feeling. Soon, you’ll be able to think about the good memories, instead of seeing her like this.”

“Really?”

Gigi nodded. The two of them sat together wordlessly until others started to file in the room.

“Thank you for listening to me,” Olivia said, hugging Gigi once more.

Gigi hugged back this time. “Of course.”

With the visitation well under way, Gigi took her spot in the back corner as she watched the family interact with one another. Nia’s loved ones were overcome with grief. Somehow, the entire time, Olivia managed to not only remain calm, but also was able to calm down her family members.

Right as Gigi was watching Olivia and another girl her age talk, Gigi felt the familiar urge to feed. She shut her eyes and clenched her first, desperately trying to ground herself.

Not now.

Somehow, Olivia noticed and came over. “Gigi? Are you okay?”

Gigi nodded. “Just ate something bad at lunch, I guess. Give me a minute?”

She walked off before waiting for a response. Once she made it into the prep room, she swirled the blood like a glass of wine. The thought of drinking the blood of someone who she knew something about made it almost difficult to drink. Almost.

The rest of the visitation was uneventful, but the entire time, Gigi kept watch over Olivia, making sure that she was okay.

Before she left, Olivia approached Gigi. “Thank you again. For everything.”

Gigi smiled as the girl walked away, not realizing Jackie was watching.

“Wow, you didn’t get a single complaint! Also, I could tell you were really good to that girl.”

“I just hate filing. That’s all,” Gigi said coolly as she walked away.

Even though Gigi knew that she had a lot of work to do, she sat at her desk, thinking. Absentmindedly tapping her pen against her desk, all she could do was think about the the past few hours.

Gigi knocked on the door of Jackie’s office. “Would you like to go home early? I have plans.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “You? Plans?”

“Do you want to go home or not?” Gigi snapped.

Jackie laughed. “Yes. It’s date night.”

“Every night with you and your wife is date night.”

“Come over for dinner sometime. Jan loves to cook and always makes way too much.”

Usually on the nights that Gigi had to hunt, she didn’t get ready as soon as she got home. Tonight was different, and she hated that it was because the thought of seeing Crystal excited her. She didn’t even know if Crystal would be there. For all she knew, she was getting her hopes up for nothing.

Normally, she did her makeup similarly to how she would do the makeup on a body of someone her age. It was natural and simple, but with some added eyeliner. Tonight she decided to do something new. Gigi hadn’t worn elaborate makeup since the 1980’s when she had her Madonna phase. As she opened the single eyeshadow palette in her possession, she realized she had no idea how to do makeup the way girls did in this decade.

Thank God for the Internet. Three and a half makeup tutorials later, Gigi was well-versed in cut creases and halo eyes.

Watching the makeup tutorials passed the time. By the time she finished, she was right on schedule. Staring into her closet, Gigi realized she suddenly hated every article of clothing she owned, eventually settling on a fitted leather jacket over a tank top.

Just as she always did, she took her same spot at the bar as she watched the patrons interact with one another. After silently judging the passerby, she found her mark, an athletically-built man who was a few years older than Gigi’s physical age.

Just as she was about to make her move, she felt a tap on the shoulder. Gigi was pleased to see Crystal standing in front of her. Taking her in from head to toe, Gigi saw how beautiful she looked, and appreciated her bravery in outfits and makeup.

“Hey!” Crystal greeted. “You’re out again.”

“So are you.”

“What happened the other night?”

Gigi shrugged. “Sorry about that. I realized that I had to go feed my cat, and now that I’m saying that, I’m hearing just how pathetic that sounds.”

Crystal laughed. “Your cat caused you to run away directly after making out with me and then biting down on my neck like a fucking vampire?”

Gigi stared at Crystal.

“I’m kidding.”

Gigi forced a laugh as she sat on a barstool. “I know.”

Crystal took the stool next to hers. “I’m glad it wasn’t me that made you run away.”

It was 100 percent you.

“Of course it wasn’t!”

“Good,” Crystal smiled.

After an awkward silence, Gigi asked, “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

“What do you drink?”

“Jack and coke.”

Gigi waved the bartender down. “Two Jack and cokes please.”

Alcohol had absolutely no effect on a vampire. In fact, it tasted disgusting as most human food did. She’d only drank it a handful of times for appearance sake. Normally it was champagne or wine, she’d never had whiskey before, or Coke the way it was now. The thought of things being sweetened with corn instead of sugar was disturbing to Gigi.

The bartender set the two drinks on the bar as Gigi set a twenty on the table. Money accumulated when one had unlimited time and a high-paying job.

“Keep the change,” Gigi instructed.

“You tip so generously. You must be in the service industry.”

“Kind of,” Gigi said as she tentatively took a sip of the drink. Gigi had no idea what to expect, but she fully didn’t expect it to taste like fizzy paint thinner. As much as she tried, she couldn’t hide her facial expression.

“Not a whisky person?”

“Not quite.”

“You didn’t have to order what I ordered,” Crystal laughed.

“I’m not a big drinker. I never know what to order.”

“Got it. Also, how do you kind of work in the service industry?”

Gigi tapped the rim of the glass. “I’m a funeral director.”

“I mean, you’re servicing dead people.” Crystal realized how her words sounded. “Oh, shit. I mean. Uh…”

This made Gigi laugh. “I know what you mean.”

“Excuse me, I have to go walk off a cliff.”

Never had Gigi met a human she actually liked, even Jackie she merely tolerated. But, for some reason there was something about Crystal that drew her like a moth to a flame. Between that, and her attempt to be less callous, she was interested in continuing the conversation.

“No, don’t do that, you’re far too interesting.”

“You’re pretty interesting yourself,” Crystal said as she took a sip.

“You think so?”

Gigi had been called many things over the past century, but “interesting” was never one.

“Well, first of all, you work at a funeral home, which is cool as hell, second, you’re probably the baddest bitch here, and it’s like you don’t even know it.”

Yes I do.

“What do you do for work?” Gigi asked, not knowing quite how to respond to Crystal’s compliment.

“I’m an art curator.”

“You look like you work at an art museum,” GIgi said.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes.” Gigi had no idea what possessed her to ask the next question that came out of her mouth. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Promise you won’t run away for your cat?”

Gigi smiled, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. “If we’re at my apartment, you can meet my cat.”

“I do love cats… Let’s go.”

The drive to Gigi’s apartment was mainly silent. Halfway through, Crystal placed her hand on Gigi’s thigh and continued to move her hand upward, rubbing deliberate circles with her thumb.

“You’re so cold,” Crystal mused.

“I’m always cold.”

“Just like your bodies.”

Gigi couldn’t help but smile at the offhand comment. “Something like that.”

Crystal continued rubbing small circles as Gigi shifted in her seat. While Gigi had sex in the past, it had been roughly two decades. The thought of possibly having sex soon made her nervous, which was a rare emotion. Why was she thinking about sex? For all she knew, nothing was going to happen… But what if it did?

Before she could think about it for too long, they arrived at Gigi’s apartment.

Gigi had just barely shut the door before Crystal started kissing her, the force behind Crystal’s kisses surprised her. Gigi blindly led them to her bedroom as she took off Crystal’s dress, tossing it aside, admiring her full breasts as she began gently playing with her nipples, focusing her attention on the one that was pierced, the silver jewelry glinting in the light filtering in from the window. As she guided Crystal onto her back, beginning a trail of kisses starting on Crystal’s neck, she felt her fangs protrude.

Fuck.

Thankfully, Gigi managed to retract them as she pulled away.

“Everything okay?” Crystal asked breathily.

Gigi nodded in response.

Crystal bit her lip. “Can I make a request?”

“Yes.”

“Rougher. Make me fucking hurt. Make mebleed.”

“That can certainly be arranged.” The look in Gigi’s eye had become that of a predator eyeing its prey.

Immediately, Gigi pinned Crystal against the bed, who tried to fight back. Crystal’s fighting was in vain, a human’s strength paled in comparison to that of a vampire’s. Gigi had such a tight grip on Crystal’s wrists, she’d cut off the circulation if she maintained the pressure too long. The power imbalance excited Gigi, who returned her attention back to the inviting column of Crystal’s neck.

“You like kissing necks, don’t you?” The question was innocent, a mere observation .

“I like biting necks.”

Gigi knew her next move was a risk, but she bared her fangs. If nothing else, she could glamour the girl and it would be like nothing ever happened. The thought of glamouring Crystal wasn’t appealing, but if she had to do so to keep the girl from panicking, she would do it without a second thought.

Crystal sat up, completely fixated “What… Are those ?”

“Remember when you said I bit your neck like a vampire?”

Crystal only nodded in response, unable to look away from Gigi’s fangs.

“You’re taking this rather calmly,” Gigi mused.

Crystal’s face flushed. “I may have a few… fetishes.”

“Do you now, darling?”

Crystal nodded again.

Gigi raised an eyebrow, lips pouting seductively, making sure her fangs were on full display . “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to bite you?”

Crystal took a moment to reply. “Yes. I think so.”

“You think so?” This was not a good enough answer for Gigi.

“I want you to.”

“Are you absolutely certain?” Crystal didn’t respond, the silence lingered between them before Gigi spoke again. “You need to use your words, darling.”

“Do it. Please.”

Regardless of what Crystal replied, Gigi knew she wasn’t completely sure what she was consenting to. It had always been a desire of Gigi to fuck a girl while drinking from her. Nicky always told her how incredible it was, but Gigi had never become close enough to a human to do so.

Crystal had closed her eyes in anticipation for what was to come. At first, Gigi was going to bite Crystal’s neck, the spot in which she was fixated earlier but then she got another idea. She stroked Crystal’s thighs as Crystal opened them in eagerly as she arched her back, lifting her hips to make it easier for Gigi to remove her thong.

Remembering Crystal’s request, Gigi ripped the delicate lace thong as if it were made of paper and threw the remains on the hardwood floor. Gigi started kissing Crystal’s inner thigh, lightly running her fangs up and down, licking the small droplets of blood left behind, stopping just before Crystal’s entrance, which she teased with her fingertips, feeling just how wet she was.

“Oh, darling is all of this for me?” Gigi licked at her fingers, savoring the taste, only imagining how incredible her sweet blood would taste.

“Just do it,” Crystal moaned.

“As you wish.”

Gigi sank her fangs into Crystal’s thigh as she entered Crystal with three fingers with no resistance, Crystal’s euphoric moan was music to Gigi’s ears as her blood flowed steadily into her mouth. Although she took more than she initially planned, Gigi ensured Crystal wouldn’t die of blood loss as she paused her drinking to murmur to the writhing girl below her.

“Oh, you have no idea what that moaning does to me.”

It didn’t take Crystal long to finish, between the euphoria of her blood being drank, in addition to Gigi’s skillful fingers building her up to her climax, Gigi didn’t have time to use her tongue, much to her disappointment. As much as Gigi wanted Crystal to fuck her, between the blood loss and the intensity of her orgasm, Crystal instantly fell into a deep sleep, her body drained from everything it had endured.

God, I missed sex, Gigi thought as she covered Crystal with the blankets and lightly shut the bedroom door.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #jackie cox #crygi #lesbian au #vampire au #smut #duality #metaluna #tw light bloodplay #s12

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pikeclaw · 5 years

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001 risingdawn/duskfang or 002 for just duskfang?

will do!! 002!!

002 | give me a character and i will tell you…how i feel about this character

dude i LOVE duskfang!! i am mel’s hugest stan so it’s impossible for me not to but even outside of that she’s a wonderfully written and incredibly compelling character!! its fascinating to see how much she’s changed in all this time in fogclan, for better and for worse... her emotions and thoughts are also so cool to read, and i enjoy seeing her everytime she’s in roleplay

all the characters i ship romantically with this character

[flips through almost all of the young adults in fogclan] hm

no but for real, uhh... first of all, risingdawn, of course. but i’ll go into why exactly in a little later section--

pumpkinpelt!! i think that when they were friends, before the uhh.... leechclaw thing... that they were really cute and good for each other!! pumpkinpelt’s kind and excitable nature was a sweet contrast to duskfang’s more reserved one. i think he could help her grow and bring her out of her shell, but i don’t think he would push her too hard and make her uncomfortable! throwback to when things were cool... and i think that duskfang could offer a more mature and world wise perspective to pumpkinpelt’s world, and help him to grow into a more mature guy as well!! though i don’t think she’d want him to tamp down on his excitement, of course. i think they could grow a lot together!

i’ll go in depth with just these two BUT i must say that i think that duskfang is a really charismatic sort of character who has a sort of ~~~mystery~~~, with an underlying kindness and sincerity that a lot of characters would be drawn to! and her Shit with palestar could be relatable to a lot of other characters, who also have Shit with palestar, founding a common ground where a relationship could begin to grow..... i think she could end up with a lot of people in her age group depending on if and how they’re roleplayed together!

duskfang, a pretty and very cool girl: [shows up] hey

all of fogclan youth at once: oh on god????

non-romantic otp for this character

being basic and saying what everyone else is saying, which is Duskfang and Foxflame. because everyone is! right! Foxflame shows her an immense amount of no holds barred care that i don’t think she’s ever known before. it seems really unfamiliar to her to have someone care about her without her thinking that she’s expected to pay them back for their compassion or mercy somehow.... he’s just a dad! and she needs a dad. i like seeing them together i like seeing duskfang being taken care of thank u

my unpopular opinion about this character

i wouldnt have expected this to be an unpopular opinion but it seems like it is?? but... i like risingdawn and duskfang together! as a couple, romantically,

I think that a lot of people think that it would be nice for them to be able to grow beyond their pasts with each other by finding other people... and i agree that they should grow beyond their pasts, but i dont think they have to leave each other to do it!! bc. like. rising and dusk understand each other like no one else can. they’re both trying to cope with the same events, though from different perspectives... i think we’ve seen time and time again in rp that they don’t like, serve as reminders of the bad things in their pasts for each other. they both offer a sort of anchor to reality and safe place to each other. i think its kind of seen that duskfang was purposely used as a tool by risingdawn, but i dont think that at all! it just looks like they were both raised in someplace awful, and that they were shoved into roles that they didn’t even want and are left after the fact (after they escaped in such a horrible and traumatizing fashion, another pain they went through together) trying to break that unhealthy dynamic and create a relationship where they’re on equal ground with one another... and i think they’re doing it!! slowly but surely, we’re seeing that they’re growing apart from who they were before, into something, someones entirely new, and they didn’t have to leave each other to do it!! in fact, they helped each other to do it! yknow??

in conclusion. i think they are neat! ....cries abt them....

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

wish dippernose could talk to duskfang without dipper acting like a fucking ASSH-- /s

no but what i really want for duskfang... is recovery!! i want palestar OUT of her fuckin head, i want her to be able to see what she’s really worth and love and be loved by people who really adore her unconditionally. i want her to grow!! and she’s already on her way

now if we could just get palestar out of the friggin picture--

my otp/a headcanon

ok technically this is a question from 001, but as for whos big spoon and little spoon for risingdusk, i think they switch! like naturally you’d assume that duskfang would be the big spoon bc she Big and rising Little, and i think they do sleep like that sometimes... but i also think that risingdawn would enjoy feeling big and protective in the way that being big spoon allows you to feel, and that duskfang deserves to be held. so they switch every other night. thank u. [bows]

#asks #ask meme #do you ever just right an ESSAY??? about your FRIENDS CHARACTERS?!?!?#anyway sorry im typing stupid im going to sleep soon!!!!! wah #duskfang #risingdawn

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verbaticles · 5 years

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Calling For Mr. Largo, Please

This is my first fic, please forgive me <:)

A fic about Repo! the Genetic Opera (based on rp sessions, if you know, you know)

Luigi was typing away at the computer, checking appointments and upcoming events for the month. This was like any other day of the year. He got up sluggishly to the cheap but useful coffee maker to make his regular cup of bitter, black as night coffee. He watched the machine with dead eyes as the coffee maker did its job.

As soon as the aroma of the coffee filled his office, the phone rang. He stood close to the coffee maker. They could wait for all he fucking cared. The phone rang on before he rolled his eyes and angrily picked up the phone.

"What?" He somewhat growled

"Somebody is calling you," the gentern explained, obviously not phased about his tone of voice. "He says he wants to talk to you." Her sentence ended abruptly by the sound of what seemed to be her spitting gum into a trash can.

Luigi fought aggressively in his head to ignore the call. Don't fucking do it. It's probably a prank call o-or some coward. You have work to do. Wait.. Don't pick up the phone, you haven't got time for this. DON'T SAY YES, AAAAAAA-

"Send him through." he say down, taking a long sip of coffee to prepare him to put up with the possible bullshit this caller could give him. He gave a large, dramatic sigh before the call went to the waiting person.

"H-Hello?" This voice sounded nervous. Very nervous. Maybe it was the quivering voice or the almost hyperventilating, heavy breaths this caller was taking.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Luigi sighed, leaning on his desk like some bored child during a church sermon.

There was a pause. "My name is Emerson a-and I'd like top surgery." He said in a straightfoward manner. Luigi's usual harsh, cold face... Changed. His usual dramatic frown lines softened a little.

"Do you have an confirmation notes from a doctor?" Luigi maintained his professionalism. No need to act all soft towards this stranger.

"Well... No, I don't." Emerson shook his head.

"Well, I can't really do it without those notes. And it's a fairly expensive procedure with a long recovery period." Luigi explained.

Emerson looked heartbroken. There wasn't a doctor in town that would accept his insurance. He didn't have much money either. Times were tough.. Really tough. Luigi felt the pause and felt kinda bad for the kid. He knew his pain... Ah shit! Fuck!

"Listen here, and I mean listen. We're going to break the rules here to get your surgery so fucking cheer up!" He sounded harsh, but he meant well. Emerson sniffled and wiped the potential tears from his eyes. "Okay."

Luigi took a few seconds to think. "Does your family have a history of breast cancer?" That was a weird question.

"No-"

"Wrong. Yes is the right answer," He interrupted "I'm sure your insurance covers preventive surgeries, correct?"

"Correct." Emerson nodded, not really knowing where this guy was even going.

"If you say that your family has a long history of breast cancer. Boom. Preventive surgery.. And you don't even need an approval to get it." Luigi cracked a little smile.

"So, you're saying.." Emerson couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, you got the surgery."

Emerson's eyes welled up with happy tears. "Th-thank you so much!" he managed to get out, his voice breaking

Luigi felt good about him. But professionalism must be maintained. "We can do it right here if you'd like."

Emerson couldn't see the wrong in that! "Yes, please!"

"Uh..." Luigi scrolled through his computer, looking for a free spot. "Is next Wednesday okay?"

"Yeah, that's great." Em nodded excitedly.

"Well, alright then. As long as you got the recovery time, you're all set." Luigi grinned as he deleted a slot for some loser's surgery for Emerson's. They won't mind anyway, you're gonna die eventually, right?

"Thanks... Hey, uh, can I ask a question?"

"Shoot."

"How do you know a lot about.. Trans stuff?"

Oh fuck! Shit, shit, shit! Too personal! Is this guy asking for a fight? Is he going to belittle you? Wh-

"Uh..." He received a quick, little white lie. "I have a friend who... Didn't know what was going on and didn't get much support... He reminds me of you... A lot."

"What's his name? "

Luigi's breath hitched as he looked around his office in a sort of panic, coming across some old pizza box in the trash. "Mario." Emerson had to laugh at the obvious lie.

"What's so funny? " Luigi got defensive.

"I have a feeling you're Mario."

"You don't know anything!" He got really defensive. Emerson just backed off.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to offend..."

"I'm fine, just forget about it. Do you have any other questions?"

"No." Emerson shook his head

"Then, that's it, I guess. I have another call coming through so we'll have to end this talk short." Luigi sighed.

"Oh, okay. Thank you. For everything."

Luigi paused again, smiling. "You're welcome, Mr. Emerson."

#fanfiction #repo the genetic opera #trans man #first fic #i don't know what else to put here #okay to like #okay to rb

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shinnarusenritsu · 5 years

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ok 😔

1) Do you have a Sim household with your f/o? Is your Sim accurate to them? i am embarrassed to admit that i got the sims 4 a few months back for this exact reason kfjdkd though i didn't make it as accurate as i could because i wanted to figure out more of the gameplay first

2) Have you ever bought/associated something unrelated to your f/o, because it reminded you of them anyway? i do it all the time actually /// snowflakes, flowers, matching clothing, anything in the color blue... honestly most of my purchases are related to masato

3) Do your friends who don't self ship know how strongly you feel about your f/o(s), even if they don't know you self ship? eeeh i don't really have friends that don't selfship kfhdkf but if people outside of friends count too then, yes... my room is so full of one particular face it's hard not to know

4) Have you made your own lockscreens of your f/os? (If you have, insert a pic!) not a lockscreen in particular? but i think i used this art as my lockscreen before

5) Have you ever made your own merch of your f/os? If not, have your friends ever made some for you? no to both :')

6) Have you ever drawn your own self ship art? (If you have, insert a pic!) this is still my favorite so far...

7) Have you ever imagined your f/o with you while you were at home/out? oh all the time hfjdhd masato is a great source of comfort, encouragement and happiness for me... i can't imagine not thinking of him by my side. it feels as if we spend every day alongside each other, so even back when i didn't necessarily 'selfship', i just couldn't (and still can't) help but see him as my boyfriend... it's much harder for me to imagine him actually being in love with me but that's a whole other can of beans that i will not open right now kfjdkf

8) Have you ever made someone else something for their ship? i've written a few things for friends (and plan on drawing some stuff too hehe)

9) Your f/o becomes real. What do you do? i kiss the life out of him i'm honestly not sure, freeze up sounds pretty likely?? kfhdkd i'd just hope we get along because of course he wouldn't know me... maybe play some piano together? i'd try to be very careful and perhaps be a little distant because i'm terrified of coming on too strong/seeming like an obsessed fan, but obviously i get caught up in admiring his hands and he notices and that's the end of my career right there lol

10) Do you tend to fall for your f/os immediately, or does it take time? i only have masato and it took quite a while for me to fully admit to the fact i'm in love with him 😔

11) Describe how you usually react when your f/o is on screen. eee looks at my signature deadpan face kfhdkdj if it's new art i usually gasp or feel my heart race really fast, sometimes i cry if it really hits me in the chest? but i don't have any cute reactions that actually show on my face.. i sometimes have these moments where just seeing his face flusters me too much though, but again it's more just my heart beating fast rather than visible reactions orz

12) Describe how you usually react when you see your f/o's face/merch/etc out in public (if you do see them). same as 11 really, except i'd suppress any gasps/sobs. though if i see merch/go to an event irl i get some sort of adrenaline rush and then gradually my face heats up completely from excitement (which i hate!!!)

13) Do you role play with your f/os? i wish there's a masato twitter account i've been talking to every now and then for the past 3-4 years, but our contact has decreased again recently... i wouldn't mind to actually rp with a masato though, but if someone is up for it is another question (+ i'm a bit picky about characterization)

14) Do you tend to fixate on one f/o at a time or can you spread the love around more evenly? i have only one f/o hskdhkd masato is the love of my life and he gets all my love and attention .///.

15) Do you ever drop f/os? If so, who? again, i only have one f/o! and he's still here with me after years, i've never loved him any less. if anything i just love him more and more every day, so much that it even surprises me that a heart is capable of carrying so much love

#ask meme

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juleswolverton-hyde · 6 years

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A day in the life

6/2/2019 Top o’ the mornin’, lads and lasses, For a change of pace and the new fic “A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning”, I thought it would be nice to introduce to you the setting of the story and how a wee Raven flies about it on a daily basis. That is, on a day that the job as a retail worker does not require an obligated presence at the workplace and the afternoon is not filled with a seminar. In fact, this might be a sneak peek into one of the longest days yours truly makes during the week, but also offer an insight into the life besides that of the poetic author. Henceforth, this is a tale of a student, an academic storyteller. Call me insane, but in order to be in time for the seminar commencing at nine o’clock in the morn, eyes open at half past six with the lovely melody of BTS’s I Need U x Seesaw Remix. Normally, breakfast consists of a mix of vanilla and regular soy yogurt. However, today it is a wee bit different and the first meal consists of a cookie dough & caramel protein bar alongside, of course, a cup of cappuccino. While the rain keeps falling without end, as would be discovered soon, but accompanied a further reading of Fire & Blood by George R.R. Martin.

Now, let’s discover how a sleepy face is transformed on a daily basis into something presentable.

The magic tools that create the daily look of a fanfiction writer.

There we go, that is much better. As for the outfit of the day:

The seminar groups have been huddled around since the beginning of the new period and thus friends have been separated, me being one such victim of the decision. However, fortunately, one could get a transfer for linguistics and the other is per default in the new group. Regardless, though not entirely alone anyway, the relief to see all of the familiar faces this morning after a lonesome second cup of dirty bean water was great.

New period, new courses with more to learn about, new times which may or may not be hellish - nine in the morn is - and new professors. So far fortune has favoured this traveller, having yet another professor with an accent other than RP (BBC English/The Queen’s English), thus expanding the acquaintance with the English language without leaving the country. To be more precise, while inherently being Dutch, my professor for the literature course has an Irish accent due to having done a PhD in Dublin. I cannot stress this enough: have an Irish/Scottish/Northern accent and you have me. This makes me want to pack my suitcase and go on that two-week Irish trip which is currently being planned for the Christmas break. Keep hanging in there, lass, you’re going back to Korea in April. Alright, I digress. Sorry for that, wanderlust kicking up. Anyhow, after getting through an actually quite fun session about Paradise Lost by John Milton, an utterly impossible text to get through if you do not make it fun for yourself (which I did by making sarcastic notes about the dialogue and events), it was time to get the bus back into the city centre to search for a coffee shop and crash there for studying. Nevertheless, not before getting off at the station, contemplating to go to the café there (another location starring in A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning), and buying some Cookies & Cream protein bars in the nearby drugstore. I have been living on nothing but soy, coffee, protein bars, daily workouts, chaos and stress. Then again, I am a student, so what was to be expected?

Under any other circumstances, a walk from the station to Mockamore - the newly discovered favourite study spot in town with good coffee - would had been lovely. Just wandering through the streets, taking the long route, take an opportunity to look up at The Dom Tower which will be renovated during the coming years (and also starred in “Study Night”) besides unconsciously appreciating the historic buildings now housing shops as well as the warm vibes of Utrecht. Were it not for the bloody cold rain. Thus, fortunately not too bone-chilled and drenched, a spot by the window could be acquired to start on next week’s linguistics reading material accompanying the assignments after ordering a medium cappuccino and the rare treat of banana bread (which was delicious, but sadly obviously cooled). At this point, Within Temptation’s new album “Resist” was set on repeat for about the third time, it is that good so definitely check it out!

I shall not bother you with the specifics as there are not any aside from getting half the work done. Furthermore, grammar likely does not form an interesting topic for this random blog. Moreover, it is not even for the author herself. But that is part of the study, unfortunately. Anyhow, before retiring for the day by getting the bus home, the habitual visit to the local bookshop was made. Now, it is likely due to the new law and the store having more or less a monopoly in Utrecht, but by Jaysus did books get expensive here. Do not misunderstand, it is still a favourite space in the urban area but ABC in Amsterdam is cheaper (and you get a 10% discount if you are a student there).

For the rest of the day, not much was done aside from drinking coffee, watching videos on YouTube, listening to the audiobooks of the classics which need to be read for the literature course, making notes in the physical copies and going to the gym after dinner where the first beginnings of a new “Down the Rabbit Hole” one-shot were typed down.

Just as interesting as my night routine: more coffee, a shower, skincare, more reading and browsing on Tumblr with an ache to write but too tired to do so. Oh, what a curious life I lead behind the pen.

Night skincare:

All jests and sarcasm aside, this is what an average day for yours truly looks like when it is not also a workday. Not all that adventurous, but I thought, as stated before, it was nice to provide you with a wee bit more information about myself, the places I frequent and show the city which forms the backdrop for “A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning” because there is more than Amsterdam in Holland! Mayhaps a bit nationalistic, but I want to show you there is more than the people’s word.

Forever yours,

The Red Raven

#personal #get to know me #get to know the blogger #Get to know The Raven #get to know the writer

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ayafoxheart · 5 years

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The Close of Merchant Marine

An old RP Post that has never made it to Tumblr. This was my concluding RP post at the end of Verad's ( @dubiousduskwight ) Merchant Marine storyline. (Original Post)

Background: 'Ace', is a Limsan Information Broker and Underworld figure, who aided Aya during the Merchant, Marine plot. He's a childhood friend of Aya's during her brief time in Limsa Lominsa as a refugee. (here and here) This post is he and Aya discussing the events of the plot, and their conclusion.

"Ah, good, you made it."

Aya smiled to her old friend, 'Ace' as he's now known. She'd approached him from the right, his good side. The recognizable smile put her at ease.

For him, the hooded woman was still a welcome sight. Though, ostensibly, she obscured herself behind a cloak, she had a manner of revealing nearly everything else in her effort to avoid recognition. The short skirt, the thigh-high, sharply heeled boots that emphasized shapely legs. The open bodice that invited and tempted, rather than deflected attention. For those who knew her it was impossible to not recognize her - and maybe that was the point.

"Of course," she answered with a breathy softness. The Ishgardian accent upon her tongue still struck him with strangeness. When they had been friends in childhood it was an altogether different accent that graced her voice. It still took some getting used to.

"I couldn't disappoint an old friend could I?"

He let out an amused breath of his own, a smile curling upon the good half of his face despite his best efforts to restrain his emotion. "I didn't imagine you would."

She stepped up to the railing, stopping beside him before turning her eyes toward the inky blackness of the sea. Gentle swells lapped against the pillars of white stone that stood firm against the battering sea.

She casually dipped slender fingers fingers into her open bodice. Nowhere could provide surer keeping for a valuable gift: out she drew a small, thin rectangular tin several ilms across and in one smooth gesture offered it to him.

He furrowed his brow, his one good eye focused on the unexpected, though familiar item as she held it his way. "Go on." She added, a pleased smirk drawing across her carmined lips.

With a moment’s more hesitation he reached for the proffered gift, handling it for examination. It took a moment, but the smile of recognition that he offered was exactly what she'd hoped to see.

"Well, this is certainly a fine 'thank you', isn't it?" He grinned admiringly, clicking the tin open with his fingers. Deft fingers he drew out the paper-wrapped cylinder and quickly flicked it below his nostrils, breathing in deeply the fragrance of the smokeweed.

"The finest available. And your favorite - if I am right." She tossed her hair, and turned her brilliant grin out to sea as if to obscure her self-satisfaction.

"The Emperor himself has no finer smoke." Purred the Miqo'te with delight. With the cigarette squeezed between two fingers he offered the smoke back to Aya, "I'll share, you know."

She demurred with a gentle rise of her hand, "I have my own vices, mon ami. This one's for you."

He laughed, sliding the tin into a coat pocket before fishing out his auto-lighter. "Where'd you get ‘em?" He asked, with his lips pressed together.

"Escrow and Sons. I thought to save them for just such an occasion." Her grin, still directed out to the sea, grew ever brighter.

"Mighty fine, mighty fine." He replied with some admiration, before lighting the smoke and drawing in. "One hell of a 'thank you'," he repeated himself with immense gratification.

She chuckled lightly, keeping her enigmatic gaze upon the sea. She had a way of projecting contemplation - an expression that belied the shallow and careless persona she normally adopted.

He took in another breath, letting it out with a sigh of fulfillment.

"What do you think?" She finally asked in a soft tone.

"Think?" He eschewed, glancing her way before lowering himself down, elbows resting on the railing against which they stood. "Think about what?"

"All of this." She answered softly, he had known exactly what she meant, but her lack of specificity still irked him. "All that's happened these past few weeks. Everything since Leeds."

He nodded, idly flicking the ashes off the end of the precious cigarette -- the amber glow disappearing into the brine below. "Ah. That."

There was a pause while he enjoyed a few more draws upon the cigarette. No sound intruded upon them except the lulling sea and the muted preparations of a Maelstrom vessel docked nearby.

"Not much." He finally answered, lips wrapped around the smoke. "Not much at all, I think. The entire thing could have been scripted."

"Scripted?" She turned her gaze toward him. His good eye met hers as he offered an almost imperceptible nod. "Aye. You know pirates: short-sighted, only after their next share of loot, and hatin' to let anyone else tell ‘em what to do. They don’t like authority, never have. The Maelstrom's only pirates in better uniforms." He pulled the smoke away from his lips, turning his eyes out toward the readying ship.

"Those mutineers are no different than the rest, really. Don't like being told what to do, and filled with nostalgia for sea’s full of pillage."

"Nostalgia?" She asked with a hint of confusion - though she'd recognized the sentiment in her very first contact with the Gloam-bound privateers, she'd never heard it upon another's lips.

"Aye. They remember how they thought it was when they were young. Or have been told." He waved his free hand out toward the ocean, "Before all of this. When the sea seemed free, at least to them who didn't know better."

He grimaced, a bit, "O' course it was ne'er like that. They just don't know any better. Thought they could ha'e it all again. That they could find somewhere they'd never have to listen to anyone else’s orders again."

She nodded, "I suppose you're right... They'd rather face their problems their own way. On one hand, they want to escape those who feel they can tell them what to do, on the other hand they're running from responsibilities to anyone other than themselves. They're just looking for a place to call their own, to live life as they wish. But that's never as easy as it sounds."

He offered her a side-long glance, "O' course, you know, 'venturers are the same as pirates, right? They tend to chase a different booty, that's all. They also don't see the day after tomorrow, and can't stand it when someone tell's 'em what they've got to do."

She listened. She knew better than to disagree.

"So, you put all these sorts together. Pirates seekin' booty or freedom. Adventure's all the same. And a’ hungry Empire with its own to gain. And what do you get?" He gestured with his hand, "Lots o' mates tellin' each other how they got to do it. And naught of 'em listenin'. The strongest and cleverest win, at least temporarily. And 'ere we are again. Its the Limsan way, ever been so." He nodded with some satisfaction. "Like one of those show-plays I hear you did, aye?"

He turned that good eye back upon her as she listened, "So you don't think it could have gone any other way?"

"Oh, it could have gone many ways. But it'd only have been a difference o' degrees. Nothin's really changed. All a bunch of noise and ruckus makin' for no end. Maybe it'd have been worse to have a Garlean island out there, but it'd be a problem for the Maelstrom more than us."

"About the Maelstrom, what about all the trouble they had? The riots, the court martials and all? You don't think any of that's going to matter?" She asked, eyes fixed on the preparing ship.

"Well. The Maelstrom: they were just a bunch of pirates. They're still just a bunch of pirates. All that's different is they're smarter than they used to be: they decide things by figurin' out who'd win the fight, rather than actually killin' each other. Saves a lot of wasted effort and ships and makes the Admiral look like a genius."

He waved his hand, "And, yeah, tension with the Foreign Levy, right? But here's the thing: they never really did trust the Foreign Levy. Always a thorn in their side, just a necessary thorn. I don't think that's changin'. They're willin' to shame one of their own to keep the Levy happy, but that's about as far as they'll go."

"What about Captain Hellfist and the other Privateers?"

"I don't know, really. She's just another dead pirate. I mean, what do you want? You tell someone pirate's get into trouble, and the Syndicate's wicked, and they're already gonna know exactly what you mean. One kill’s the other and how's this been any different?" He let out a dark laugh, "Hell, if the Captain had known what was going to happen she'd probably have done the same damn thing. Pirates are proud like that. And as long as the Maelstrom can keep them in line, nothin' changes. So far, so good. Probably all the better for Limsa, in the end. We've got more than enough problems as is."

"How did you know about the Syndicate’s involvement?" She asked with surprise.

He laughed, "You don't give me much credit, do you? Not like its hard to figure out. Just think about the circumstance, its obvious whose interest it was in. That pirate boy S'imba had nothin' to gain by killin’ ‘er, really. And as we seen, he's no ally of the Maelstrom. If anythin' I wager he was on Hellfist's side. I'd have liked to seen the looks on his eyes when they accused 'im of killin' her!"

She focused on him with narrowed eyes. He'd peeled the onion with surprising deftness. She thought about delving further, but instead shifted the question again, "And what about Gloam?" she asked.

"What about it?" He repeated. "Its a pirate haven. There been dozens of them before. The Maelstrom put an end to most, turned 'em into bases for their own operations when they brought the pirates to heel. This one's just a place out of time. And it'll end jes' the same."

"Yeah? How's that?" She asked, unsure of exactly what he meant.

"They'll draw attention. Bringing in even more pirates who don't like bein' told what to do. But, in the end, there's only one way to settle things: the strongest get their way. They'll fight, with each other, with others. Power will shift one way then another. Finally, they'll piss someone off too much, be it Maelstrom or Garlemald, and they'll be snuffed out 'afore anyone even knows what's happenin'."

"You think they're doomed?" She asked; he felt a pang of sympathy in her blue-eyed gaze.

"What can I say? They don't have many options do they? Survive raidin' eastern independents? Even then the Empire will get tired of it eventually. Can't raid Eorzean vessels, can't raid Garlean without invitin' another expedition. The Empire, o'course, learns its lessons well. This time there won't be any question o' the result."

She nodded, letting out a breath, perhaps he was right. "Even if they don't, I wonder what we've really gained in Gloam..."

"Good question. Places like that aren't really as nice as they sound at first. They're only as nice as the strongest gun-arm lets them be. That's the way with pirates, always been. All those idealistic paeans you 'eard were just that. They can't survive in reality. They talk about 'freedom' as if they could find any such thing out there. Squeezed between the Maelstrom and the Empire, with no one but the biggest guns to decide what's right. That's no freedom, not really."

She sighed with sad admission, "I know you're right about that... " She'd never really liked pirates. She could respect many of their desires, their valor, and bravery. But at the end of the day, they were people who survived through pure violence. Violence against each other, and violence to prey upon those weaker than them. Its why she'd chosen not to live among them.

"The damned thing is that they've already forgotten the lessons Limsa Lominsa learned the hard way." He added with the flick of the diminishing cigarette, "The Maelstrom didn't come out of nowhere. Its an adaption to changing times. The old ways are dead for a reason, and there ain't no revivin' 'em. A bunch of besotted pirates can't fight against reality, can't fight and win, at least."

She sighed, hanging her head momentarily. "I know... I'd always wondered what their end game was. I was sure they'd never give up their Garlean protection, where can they go now? It is hopeless isn't it..."

He nodded. Its obvious she'd cared about the cause - or, perhaps, not so much the cause, as those who had fought for it. "That's just the damned thing isn't it. To 'ave any real sense of freedom, they'd have had to give it all up. Lose-lose. Better to die trying, which I guess is what ol' Slaeglac did in the end. Just went better than he'd expected." He bit his good lip for a moment while looking for a way to change her depressed tone, "Still, it was somethin' at least to beat a Garlean squadron. They'll be lickin' their wounds for a while."

"Of course..." She nodded very slightly, lowering her gaze. "The trouble is that it means the Empire won't underestimate the Maelstrom next time."

"O' course," he nodded in agreement. "That's truth, and I'm sure you know what it means." She nodded in agreement before he continued, "We've given away the element of surprise in exchange for respite, for a near-worthless little island. Not perhaps the best play for the Maelstrom"

"Its not worthless to those there, at least..." she countered, thinking of the Osric, Leanne, and others who'd rallied to the cause of those on the island. "And in the end, they did stand up to the Empire."

"Truth again. And in full honesty, it ain't exactly worthless, except when lookin' at it from the Admiral's perspective. Someone out there's makin' a pretty penny off it, no doubt. Its gonna be a growin' concern for some time. And whoever's makin' the pennies is a clever one, I'd wager. He's not puttin' many back into it."

He nodded to himself, "There's your real winner, if you were lookin' for one."

She just watched the sea. "No doubt..." she stated in a distant, soft voice, while her mind wandered to Edda and her father.

"O' course there are other winners. In Limsa, no one's goin' to remember a riot a week later. But, reputations 'ave a way of stickin'. And more than a few 'ave been made and lost 'ere. Slaeglac's name is near legend, can't say how long that will last, but that's a man who won't have to pay for his own rum for a while. Seems there are a few other Officers who've earned themselves promotion too. That Holkstymm, for example. Word is he's gonna found some new Maelstrom judicial branch, or somethin'. I don't know if I care for that, pirates is still pirates in the end."

"And, a few others have lost theirs, I doubt its necessary for me ta mention the names, but they're out there on the streets."

She knew just who he meant. Her thoughts wandered to Anstarra, Yheli, and others. For some it wasn't so much that they'd lose their standing with the Maelstrom, as the Maelstrom had lost its standing with them. Zanzan, Khunbish - and no doubt more who would never look upon their membership in the Levy quite the same way, if they did not resign it completely.

"Those are the sorts of things that stick with us - effect the future in ways no one can know yet. That'll wind up mattering more than Gloam, I'm sure."

She looked at him, curious, if unconvinced.

"And, o' course..." he turned to her, a direct gaze she couldn't help but return, "There are a couple of sailors alive who wouldn't have been otherwise. That's somethin', aye?"

A smile played over her lips, she could see the old friend she remembered - in there somewhere beneath that cynical crust of an exterior.

"It is..." she readily agreed, thankful to think of something more positive.

"Savin' those that didn't have to die. That's something to take home with you and put in your pipe for a good smoke." He turned back to the sea, nodding. "Maybe it'll mean even more someday. Depends what the lads do now, I wager."

"We can hope."

"Aye... if hope's worth having'." He seemed unconvinced, and paused for a moment as he enjoyed the quickly dwindling cigarette.

"That reminds me, there's also a certain Miqo'te privateer that made fool of himself several times over. He and that mate of his, 'Troublemaker', 'Problemsolver', whatever it is." He flicked his eyes toward her with a hint of accusation, as if he knew of her friendship with S'imba and Osric, and her time on the Sultana's Revenge.

She turned her eyes back toward him. "That's somethin' likely to stick for a while too. More bad, than good, for him I'd wager."

"Speakin' o' the 'Revenge'," he started, "I heard a strange rumor. The crew's sayin' they had some sort of blonde goddess aboard out at Gloam." He offered a brief glance her way, as he knocked the ash off his nearly finished smoke. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

She turned to him, lips slightly parted as she avoided a straight answer. He flicked the bud of his cigarette into the briny deep.

"That's what I thought." He stated with a laugh while pushing back from the railing. Turning to walk away he waved an empty hand back to her, "I'd stay far away from Gloam if I were you. There aren't enough real goddesses to go around, as is."

She sighed. That was that then...

#Aya #Aya Foxheart #Writing #rp #merchant marine #ffxiv #balmung

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dimples-darling · 6 years

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Leosan Rant

Alright I know that this is such an old topic on this blog but, Leosan. I think I should explain what happened when this happened. Leosan approached my blog one day and if some of you randomly talk to me I do actually get extremely awkward so I either listen to music or switch between two different chats in case something happens. Now I was talking to one of my friends when Leosan came out and talked to me. So I said to my friend, “hold on someone new is kinda messaging me right now.” I switch to that chat and as I said was awkward. Leosan was talking to me as if he and I were very close friends, which we were not, and asked me to rp, being a nice human being, I said yes. The starter he sent me was awkward so I asked him to send me a new one, always keeping my friend updated on what was going on. He sent me another one and I answered it starting the rp, now I have been doing rps for almost 4 years now and I think I would know if a coding character was op. Now in my opinion, and remember this is my opinion, if your character is a coding character and can basically summon things its op. Whether they can hurt others or not, nothing is stopping that character from becoming immortal, because if they get injured they can just summon healing items. Now the way I rp doesn’t even work with coding characters and what bothers me is that he didn’t even ask me if it was ok for that character to be used and I don’t even know if ships were being planned by him and I think he might’ve gone to my nsfw blog as well... Look this happened early last month, I cannot rememver this so clearly. Ok quick thing though, when I had a different blog this random blog approached me and talked about a rp with Bowser jr and the muse I had? I freaked out and blocked them when they sent me porn of both of them and I blocked the blog, because number one ew, number two isn’t Bowser jr a kid? Anyway back to Leosan. The next thing that pissed me off more was when he went to my friend and did the same kind of greeting where he acts like your BFF. My friend immediately went into the defense matrix and started to say not to talk to her and that she wanted nothing to do with him. He was having none of that and told her to shut up, which she and I are very close friends so I was obviously upset with how he got offended by her being defensive. When I talked to him he came up with the thing “Oh! Well she was insulting me!” Which she was not, she went to a defensive front because he randomly messaged her. He then tried to tell me how not op his character was, which I disagree with. She was honestly just being defensive and if she’s telling you to not talk to her don’t, if someone came up to you randomly and started to just talk to you but you didn’t want to talk to them and you told them that but they didn’t take your feelings into hand and kept talking to you, wouldn’t you get annoyed? I honestly don’t care if I get hate for this or not, I am still unhappy about this event and that I never explained it. This is how I felt about the situation and I feel like it should be explained. If you read this all, thank you so much. I love you all.

Goodnight

#long post #rant #PROTECC MY FRIENDO

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emeryst · 6 years

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➰ ( PARK JIMIN, DEMIMALE, HE/THEY ) *✧.:°░｡ —- is that EMERY STEELE?! you know them, right? they are the 227 year old SEELIE !! they’re known for being WHIMSICAL & COMPOSED - but i'd be careful if i were you because they’re also SHREWD & EGOTISTICAL.

*peeks in* hello it is I, ghost of the past here again. asdnf ok for whoever even remembers my very brief venture into this rp with this muse um sorry for disappearing life kicked me in the ass but here’s for round two!! ;; I’m actually superrr excited to get to do stuff with Em and yall pls come plot uwu

I’m gonna keep introductions to minimum-- I go by Fany, 26 years young, she/her most likely playing overwatch if you don’t hear back from me for a while. constantly melting from this damn heat my last 1.5 brain cells are doing their best O K

that��s good right.

yes.

so.

I’ll work on pages as we go don’t @me

I’ve revamped this muse juuuust a tiny bit. here’s what you should know

looks 22 he’s stubborn and clings to youthfulness. sue him

tbh partially also bc people keep underestimating him and. that works to his advantage oops

goes by ‘em’ sometimes, or if you fancy using that to emery he honestly doesn’t care. some may only know him as ‘gemma’ but more on that later..

most important thing perhaps is to make it clear that emery is by no means his real name ( neither is steele ), nor the only one he has taken to using over the years, simply one he’s settled for currently. for the past, oh, 90 or so years anyway

no one knows his real name beside his mom, and the seelie queen I would assume. unless there’s a seelie ( or even a merperson ) who was around when he was residing in the faerieland

speaking of, he was born in the faerie realm and lived there for the first 20 years of his life with his mom ( 1790-1810+ )

never saw his dad much, for reasons I’m not disclosing here other than the man being an unseelie & involved in some shady dealings >_>

mom wanted to move back to korea where she had lived part of her life, naturally emery followed along mostly just to help her settle down and to see what it was like, ever the curious soul

she got her hands on some land and started a small business making lavish traditional clothes which ended up getting her a hefty sum of money over the years, while he was mostly helping and doing his own things on the side, going cross country for mundane as well as seelie business.

spent some good 30 years there before he decided to start travelling across globe. which is more or less what he been doing since then, not settling down for more than a max 10 years at a time really. now he’s been living in wilshire for a good 2 years

I don’t want to name a specific timeline for where he’s been when cause yo if anyone wants to plot something that happened in the past in whatever country/city, I’m down! mostly boy’s been in europe tho. that said he has been in wilshire before too occasionally so a past plot based around the city could be done ( as long as it’s some 30+ years into past )

oh ye he’s LOADED

how he’s maintained that is another thing. from early age he’s been extremely interested in gemstones and their qualities and all that, how pretty you could polish them & adding his own magic into the mix he begun experimenting with making sort of charms out of them in the form of jewellery and soon found a genuine passion in the craftsmanship ( mean he went to work as a proper apprentice for years and all, under different people too ) and he’s amassed a pretty nice following of people who vouch for his ‘product’ being of highest quality and materials. or at the very least have heard of him by the name ‘gemma’. we’re talking of a sort of legacy garnered along 150 years of him doing this so.

word has gotten around within the downworlders circles as much shadowhunters, everything is custom made so you wont be able to just say oh I want this kind of thing and expect him to have it on the go oh no. it would take minimum 2 weeks. and he’s a strict perfectionist so even if you were fine with him applying some shortcuts while crafting pride alone would have him refuse

first of all you have to get in contact with him, which is harder than it should be these days since he’s not exactly advertising, though has been giving out business cards to select few cause they’re fun. so unless you specifically know him as the jewellery/charm maker ‘gemma’ honestly your best bet is to ask around the shadow market and someone might direct you to him

in addition to all that, he’s made a name for himself in the mundane world too by having lines of jewellery sold in boutiques all over for the last 30+ years. rumour is he’s retired - which is true - but nothing’s confirmed cause he’s an ass

no one knows it’s emery tho now cause with that whole thing he heavily altered his looks as well as what name he slapped on that entire thing when handling business. as far as mundanes know ‘jon kim’ has disappeared off the face of earth and he ain’t doing a thing to prove otherwise

ok so

lives close enough to wilshire in this huge ass 5 bedroom house legit cost him nearly 3 million oops

but listen, he needs the space for work ( has one room just for that ) and other stuff and a decent sized yard for gardening cause he’s growing all kinds of flowers & shit. some illegal but shh

actually no he legit has a whole lot of stuff some warlocks might need so ring him up aye. nothing comes free tho jsyk ;)

also may or may not have subtle glamours and all kinds of wards set around the property but don’t you worry about those

likes his peace and quiet too but is a highly sociable person. lives off gossip no lie. mostly bc he just borED

loves going out and just having fun with people in general, experiencing new things and sights, taking in the nature etc

does still visit the faerieland often enough to know what’s happening over there, though he’s a little removed from the inner circle of the seelies’. beside visits to the queen. he yet remains loyal to her and their people regardless how close or not he is to them now ( no but give him a seelie friendo someone pls ;w; )

he actually has come back to that realm several times over the years and in between travels, usually when there’s a war going on in the mundane world and he’s just. not in the damn mood to deal with that

now he’s also just. kinda unbothered by bloodshed?? doesn’t like participating personally but has witnessed enough in his lifetime it doesn’t really phase him

sometimes to the point of being unnerving like

during these past events/plot drops you bet he’s the one in a corner still sipping a drink and watching it all go down with mild interest, and annoyance bc thanks for ruining the party. again. wont lift a finger to help either. until there’s a weapon pointed at own face. in which case better start praying.

will prob try to stare them down first bc excuse you want me to ruin this outfit you absolute heathen

see he’s been trained to fight too although he’s def not the best among faerie kind but can hold his own. it’s less of fighting more just whole lotta evading and letting his opponent tire themselves out like an idiot. bc that’s more fun

actually has no problem with seeing the clave burn down. might be aiding in that in the shadows ( has some.. questionable connections ) but like. not. directly. not in anyway that could ever be traced to him anyway

doesn’t necessarily want an all out war tho. that’d be just a hassle but he’s tIRED of shadowhunters and their righteous asses and superior attitudes. will still play nice with them ( most of the time.. some of the time. ) cause gotta keep up appearances and hey the more allies he can make the better

doesn’t have much of a problem with other downworlders. might clown them but means no ill I promise. had one nasty run in with a small group of vampires in europe back in the day which at the time left him on the verge of death and kind of shaken over the whole ordeal so. gets stupid tense when there’s more than two vampires in the same room

he’s the kind who acts being ( tentative ) friends with most everyone who he meets but no one really knows him. very guarded about his past & secrets and keeps everyone at an arms length, tho it might not feel like he’s doing that cause. yeah. it’s not out of ill will or anything. well, most of the time. he’s just careful over who to blindly trust– which is no one

likes messing with people but can be kind too. it all depends what mood he in and what energy you giving him

not exactly charitable, with money or anything but if you need help he most likely will agree to lend a hand. tho again, may not be for free

deep deep down wishes he could trust people, even one person enough to just be real with them and open and shit but also is well aware how dangerous that could be so. chooses not to act on those impulses of affection or whatever when they rise. tries not to at least

pansexual as hell. also stupidly picky so good luck with that

doesn’t do relationships anymore *addareyousureaboutthatgifhere* but who knows. prefers to keep it casual if anything does come to fruition either way

probably has a handful of enemies cause uh. kinda may have stabbed some people in the back along the way but in his defence they totally deserved it so. meh.

ANIMAL LOVER. THEY CAN DO NO WRONG.

a hoe for quality fashion don’t even get me started. his style itself is all over he place but if emery is wearing it, safe to assume it cost a fortune

needless to say he wears a ridiculous amount of jewellery too most of the time you can hear him coming a mile away. avid fan of arm bracelets

as most seelies he also has a tattoo on his face. lets just, pretend it looks something akin to the shadow curving down his cheek an trailing along left side of neck and further down collarbones in this pic aight

tho a lot of the times it would be at least partially covered by makeup, which he uses regularly anyway

has a weird obsession with the ocean, and by proxy the merpeople so any of you guys out there hmu

tech-savvy. has all the latest stuff. also plays computer/console games cause why not, mundanes never cease to amaze him with their creations. not that he’s necessarily all that good but it’s for fun who cares

kinda all around restless and needs something going on at all times, even if it’s reading a book, attending to the garden, any small things

for him the whole bond thing seemed intriguing as well as spelled trouble but emery’s all about that also he was deathly bored aight plus may have a personal mission to carry out and any chance to fuck with shadowhunters is tAKEN THANKS

bonded with @urslashdw : the chaotic gays™

wasn’t too happy to know the bond would last longer than a couple weeks, but has turned that into an asset. well, as much as it can be one. totally using her as an excuse to get to snoop around and may or may not be mildly manipulative towards her and using the connection to own advantage when possible but. ya know. has grown attached as you do so is a little torn over it.

I’m stopping here jesus take the wheel thanks bye!

so ye if any of you wanted to plot come at me~ don’t have any proper pages up yet bc i’m tired and lazy just ask me if you wanna know something. seriously, I love rambling about my muse I promise it’s no problem at all

guess there’s a few roles I wouldn’t mind seeing filled so here’s a bullet point list if anyone gets an idea or wants to brainstorm specifics!

friends ( very broad term )

old friend/acquaintance ( someone he goes waaaay back with )

business acquaintance ( whatever it may be )

old flame ( could have ended on good or bad terms, should have taken place a good while ago. bonus points if they still have a piece of jewellery em made for them )

booty call ( for convenience sake :p )

enemies/frenemies ( i feel this is just him with most shadowhunters?????? maybe he betrayed/tricked you and you’re just endlessly bitter. but look, it’s your fault for trusting him at all. em probably feels bad about it now???? or just classic hating each other’s guts )

literally anything??!

actually gimme someone who was in europe during the whole vampire attack shenanigans and helped him out ( em would feel indebted. )

also someone who may also be okay with bringing down the clave and they lowkey vibing. but in secret.

idk man the messier the plot the louder i get for declaring my love for it so bring it babes~

also omg if I had a plot with you then you’d want to actually.. you know.. put in action now I’d be okay with that lmao

#wilshire:intro #computer crashed last night. among other things. tumblr's a little fucked for me rn yikes #also i'm gonna clean the blog later shh #wifi has been wonky too damn the forces really out there doing the most

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clove-teasdale · 7 years

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survival of the fittest

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A/N: not a challenge but has background, some detective clove and rp~ Sorry for any mistakes in writing or typos, I was done with revisions and probs missed some stuff lol. there are mulan and batman (and slight marvel) references. italics section in the end is past. word count around 3k. enjoy! ft. rp with @maya-edwards & little wilson

[edit--some slight changes were made/added in the last section]

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One earbud in, I tapped the pen against my notebook. 6 Twos in the last Selection. Gradually less than our current 10.

I’d found the list of old Selected in a magazine published over two decades ago. I doubted ripping off the page was allowed considering it was from the library, but it wasn’t an actual book so I sneaked it out anyway. The possibility of someone noticing was extremely low after all.

I kept the page folded and clipped in the back cover of my notebook in case I needed it later, but had already made my own version of the list on a fresh page. I wanted to work through it even with other people around, so I knew I had to make it visually confusing. For once my love for complicated plans came in handy.

The list consisted of name abbreviations. Carmen Zoraya becoming C.Z and so on. Next, to each name, I added caste number and week of elimination.

C.Z-3-W8. R.D.J.-2-W12 B.M-5-W3

Getting the information had taken me hours of reading in the library, but I’d managed. I went through different magazines, hidden between some pillars and a bookshelf to avoid being spotted by other girls that frequented the area. Organizing the old issues by their dates had probably been the biggest challenge–sitting on the carpeted floor, my back to the bookshelf and dozens of magazines on my lap.

I focused mostly on reading eliminations to get the crucial information out, but I hoped to go back later in the week to read about the dramas that had ensued during those months. Maybe that would give some extra insight otherwise dismissed when looking only at the bigger picture.

I wasn’t sure why I was still working on this. A gut feeling? Many psychologists debated there was always information and data our right brain was taking in, no matter if our left brain was busy on something else. The body registers the information even when your mind stays unaware. If that were true, what had I noticed besides the already obvious? I couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter. I had enough spare time to work on it.

Running through the names again, I added strikes under Threes. I was in the eighth strike when I caught a girl approaching from the corner of my eye. She was the embodiment of nervousness, eyes searching the room as she clutched a book to her chest. There was an empty spot next to me, but she hadn’t noticed it yet when Victoria walked behind her. The TV sensation hadn’t even batted an eye in her direction, but the girl with the short afro was startled nonetheless.

The book was soon in the air as she juggled it around in an attempt to catch it. She wasn’t as swift as a coursing river though and it fell to the ground pretty quickly.

She sighed, shoulders slumping in disappointment. I stared in silence, making sure others hadn’t paid much attention to the event before stating, “I think you dropped something.”

She was startled once more, but this time by my voice, a groan leaving her lips as she realized the spectacle had had an audience. “You saw all that, didn’t you…”

“Does it make it any better if I say no?”

She reached for the book and once standing, nodded a little, a worried frown as she said, “A-actually yes…”

I raised an eyebrow at her fear, unsure of the reason behind it, but settled with an “Okay,” and went back to my notes. I knew the best thing was not to make any further comments.

“Can I, uh- Can I sit here?” She asked after a moment.

I stopped in the middle of adding another strike to the number of Threes and considered the question. Staring at my notes without context made no sense as expected, so I figured it wasn’t a problem. “The seat is open to the public, you may sit.”

Whether she understood my slightly joking tone or not was hard to tell, but she cleared her throat and sat down either way. “Thanks…”

I’d seen her around before. Maya was her name if I remembered correctly. Sometimes she seemed kind of lost. Not like she didn’t know what was happening, but more like she wasn’t sure why she was there or what her plan was. A combination of shy and awkward was very likely.

Easy targets tend to know what they are. Wilson’s face crossed my mind at the thought. I took the single earbud I was wearing off, then went back to counting Threes. “No need to thank me. You didn’t need my permission to sit there.”

“Uh, well…Maybe you didn’t want company or- maybe it was taken?”

“Whether I want company or not should not scare you away from taking a seat that is there to be used by you.”

She frowned, considering my words. “I suppose not?” A moment of silence. “Sorry?”

I paused my count. So one of those people. Looking up, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Why sorry?”

Her own logic caught up with mine as she stuttered, “Uh-well- I don’t know…”

Trying to run away from embarrassment, she quickly opened her book and pretended to read. Too bad she wasn’t good at pretending.

I smirked down at my notes and said, “I see you have the ability of reading upside down.”

Her blush was unmistakable as she closed her eyes, realizing she was holding the book incorrectly. She tried to fix it, turning it over quickly. “No-Yes, yes, very entertaining, I can tell you.” She cleared her throat at the end and my smirk didn’t leave.

“Mhmm, I bet so. What did you think about the love interest killing his sister?”

“It really uh, turned the story ‘upside down’…”

I snorted at the pun. “Of course… you do realize that doesn’t happen though?” Taking the book from her and reading the page at the bottom I pointed out, “Page 56. The love interest isn’t introduced yet.” Also, there was no sister. Closing the book, I handed it back with a smug smile. Her smile in return was awkward.

“Well, it was worth a try? Sor– I mean, eh the book is nice then? Haven’t read it yet.”

“I figured as much, but yes, it’s a decent one. What made you pick it up?”

“I dropped it? So… Then I picked it up again?” She frowned and a head tilt followed. I frowned too, not getting what she was talking about at first, but then laughing at the mistake.

Once she realized what I meant she was quick to explain she hoped to get some knowledge on palace rules and etiquette considering the setting of the book. In theory, it sounded like something good, but it wasn’t going to be enough and she actually had access to books about the subject in the library. I suggested those for later. She pointed out they were boring in a small voice and I couldn’t disagree. I did tell her a novel wouldn’t help much, however.

“I know, I know…” She pouted, but soon curiosity took over her features. “What are you doing though?”

I stared at my barely understandable handwriting. I had the potential to make it neat if I bothered to try, but half the time I didn’t and especially not now. “A… personal project I guess.” I shrugged it off as I closed the notebook. “Nothing too important.”

“O-of course! I didn’t mean to uh–…” She vaguely gestured with her hands in the air when I waited for her to continue. “You know, to be rude.”

“It’s alright, not that big a deal, just something I don’t think I’d be able to explain.“ A partial lie. I didn’t want to start havoc just because I’d run a couple of numbers that could technically still be coincidental. Thankfully, I usually pulled off keeping things to myself pretty well. “You’re Maya, right?”

“Yes! And you’re Clove.” She smiled, taking another second to remember to offer a hand for me to shake.

I nodded at the name and accepted the handshake. It wasn’t a soft grip, but slightly wary. She could use a little confidence. “You know, you shouldn’t be so frightened by them. They won’t bite you.”

I hadn’t mentioned Victoria’s name, but she got what I meant, biting her lip and trying to joke to dismiss my comment. I wasn’t too impressed. “I mean it.” I opened my notebook, this time on a random page, and started doodling a spiral pattern out of habit. “They seem like they’ll hurt you but if anyone was that mean sabotage would already be happening. Worse case scenario maybe one of them is that petty, but you’d have to piss them off for real to worry about it.”

Maya nodded. “It sounds logical… Thanks anyway.”

That smile was more convincing than the previously given, even if she changed the subject after it.

It took a few seconds for Wilson to stop laughing. “Oh wait, you’re serious?”

Even if he couldn’t see it through the call, I rolled my eyes at him. “You talk as if I can’t make friends.”

“Well, I mean… you can, but you hate them most of the time.”

That got a snort from me. “I don’t hate them. I just don’t trust their intentions.”

“Same difference. Clove Teasdale doesn’t make friends.”

That was a partial truth. I had various friend groups during high school and middle school, but none of them stuck with me. I was that person people wanted to be friends with, but not for any good reasons. It was because we fitted or because it was expected. Other times it was just convenient. Sometimes I wondered if maybe it was me though. Maybe I didn’t know how to be a good friend. That or I had really bad luck.

People at Mt. Rainer High School always seemed to strike some drama no matter what the clique. More often than not, about something I couldn’t understand, but whenever I gave suggestions to make things less complicated I was ignored, an annoyance, or horrible for not supporting a side.

When groups fractured I took a step back. Better alone than in a mess. Wilson had never understood why I’d give it all up and move on so fast, but I didn’t blame him. He knew that it was a smart choice to avoid drama, yet wished he could have that choice himself. He didn’t. He wasn’t really liked around school and therefore had only one friend...Which wasn't that different from me except I could pretend more.

Students liked to say it was because he was kind of a nerd. He knew as much as I did that it was because of his previous Caste though, even if no one would admit so. It was kinda dumb. As dumb as the caste system itself–trying to set a number with the life you’ll get–forcing a talented artist to become a teacher and a physics genius to be Picasso.

Not everyone could pull off a Da Vinci and be good at whatever they were put in. Many people failed because of that. Others were like Wilson’s mother, giving up the life she was born in for a life as a Three with whom she fell in love with. That left Wilson as nothing but a Two by chance. Terrible, dreadful chance that he never even asked for and would probably give up to get his parents back.

I leaned against my chair and got back to our conversation. “Statistically speaking, most people that stay friends are from college so…”

He pretended to be offended. “Ouch.”

”You’re decent enough. But as I was saying, I’ll try to befriend some of the girls. This isn’t school.”

“Hmm, you’re right. Everyone here sucks.”

“Even Graciela?” I teased, remembering the name I’d gotten out of him a few days ago. He scoffed back at me.

“No, she hasn’t been corrupted yet.”

“Now you just have to actually talk to her.”

He laughed for the second time. I was silent. “Oh, you’re serious again.”

I shook my head. “You’re a lost cause, kid.”

It was the middle of freshman year when we met for the first time.

I was placing books in my backpack, my head making a list of the homework for the next day when Cooper pushed him into a set of lockers feet away. I turned my head in the direction of who would one day be the future varsity quarterback as he took care of the new wimpy kid.

Cooper wasn’t really original, trying as hard as possible to go for the popular-jock-bully stereotype as soon as the school year started. Intimidating middle schoolers and stealing lunch money he didn’t even need. It was hard to ignore sometimes, but I did.

Pressing my lips together, I watched as he stepped away to laugh at the boy, inciting his two friends to join him on whatever joke he’d made. Obviously, they did. Cooper’s father was a high ranking officer in the military. He had everything he needed to be on a high pedestal in school one day, which was annoying.

I was on the list of few who ever stood up to him since we’d once been friends. That is before he filled his head with air. The brief moment I got to look at his new prey was enough to recognize the black haired kid holding tightly onto the strap of his backpack with a clenched jaw.

His eyes darted from Cooper to the floor around him, head hidden between his shoulders. I’d seen that face in a million pictures around Mrs. Grayson’s house after my chess classes with her. It was her grandson, the one she always referred to as little robin. Apparently, the kid ran around saying “holy cows, Batman” more than he should when he was seven.

She told my parents he would move in with her soon, being the legal guardian his parents’ had asked for. “Car accident,” she’d mentioned. I had already spotted him in our algebra class a few times that week. He seemed advanced enough to take it before high school which only made him a bigger target.

Cooper nudged him, “Come on, that was hilarious.” Little Robin didn’t seem to have the same spirit Mrs. Grayson always talked about now and only gulped, averting his gaze. Cooper didn’t leave him though. “Cat got your tongue or something? I’ve never heard you say anything in class.” He towered over him, making him press his back even closer to the lockers.

I narrowed my eyes at them and walked over. I hadn’t precisely told Mrs. Grayson I would keep an eye out for him, but I felt like I needed to on her behalf. Sometimes she’d served as a babysitter of sorts when my parents traveled together. She was good to me.

I elbowed Cooper’s friends out of the way and they gave angry glares until they recognized me. They decided to step away instead so I stood behind Cooper and tapped his shoulder.

“What-” he paused mid-sentence as he turned around, eyes locking on me, annoyed for the split second he realized I wasn’t one of his friends. Jaw clenched, he stood up straighter and then mumbled my name between a gritted-teeth smile. “Anything I can help you with?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, flatly.

He offered a charming smile. “Oh, just asking the genius for some tutoring classes. You know how bad I’m at Algebra. I thought I might as well ask him to teach me some stuff. Right George?” He elbowed the kid for a sign of confirmation.

I was pretty sure his name wasn’t George, yet Little Robin didn’t correct him either as he spared me a glance himself. There was a pause long enough to tell Cooper was lying. And though I knew that much already, in the end, the boy thought it was wiser to agree halfheartedly to the lie. Survival of the fittest. He wouldn’t disagree after Cooper established himself as an authority so firmly.

I remained silent, thinking of how to turn the situation around. The kid was new, he didn’t know what to do. It was like a game of poker. Bluff even if you don’t have the upper hand.

“He can’t tutor you,” I stated, earning a confused frown from both.

“And why is that?” Cooper crossed his arms, puffing out his chest. Good thing this wasn’t a matter of physical strength, and if it were, a strategy could give leverage either way.

“Because I asked him to tutor me already.” My turn to lie.

The boy blinked, trying to read between the lines of our conversation while Cooper narrowed his eyes at me. “I didn’t think you needed help with math, Clove.”

“Well, I do, and he promised to help me out.” I looked at the boy. “Right kid?”

Again he only blinked.

Your turn to join the game Robin, don’t disappoint. It took him another second, but his eyes lit up with understanding and he stood up straighter. “Yeah, I um…I did.”

Cooper glared at him and the kid broke eye contact, however, didn’t slump against the lockers anymore. Then the glowering was at me.

I only raised my eyebrows in response, inciting a move from Cooper. His lip twitched, jaw set as I stared up at him. He knew better than to make a scene. I’d tied his hands. He couldn’t force Wilson to tutor him if I claimed he’d agreed to tutor me first. Bringing in a teacher to ‘settle the situation’ was possible if I wanted too. There was no way for him to win.

Knowing how to pick his battles, he turned around to leave but I stopped him. “Wait.”

“What?” he groaned.

I crossed my arms. “Did you take any money from him?”

His eyes flashed as he swiveled around. I waited. He let out a breath through his nose before placing a grin on his face to hide unwillingness. If there was something Cooper hated was letting others know someone had been able to push his buttons.

He turned to the boy, taking a few bills out of his pocket, and forced his voice to sound friendly. “Hey, thanks for lending me the money kid, but turns out I might not need it anymore.”

The boy stared at the money like it was on fire, but accepted its returns when he noticed my head gesture and the jock’s angry gaze.

“Happy now,” Cooper muttered afterward. I shrugged and he stormed off as soon as he could, followed by the other two jerks. Once they were gone I looked back at him.

“You okay?”

His head snapped back in my direction. “What just..”

I didn’t let him finish the question and simply announced, “He lost the game.”

His mouth opened to reply. Nothing came out and I glanced at my watch. If I didn’t get moving I’d have no chance to eat. “Stay out of his way and you’ll be fine.”

“Um… y-yeah, alright. Thanks.”

I nodded. “Clove Teasdale.”

“Geordi Wilson.”

George would have been better… I sized him up. His uniform was in pristine form: shirt tucked in, vest ironed to perfection, hair combed neatly and shoes as shiny as they could be. Not bad by any means, but definitely like he was trying too hard. He would need some help to survive around here.

I turned around to leave. “Stick with Wilson, kid.”

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