#out of corona;ooc

[percentstardust]

all it takes is one swing and i'll humiliate him. matter of fact, make one wrong move and i'll debilitate him. and if he even starts to slip, i'll eliminate him!

ALL IT TAKES IS ONE WRONG LOOK AND I’LL—

harry, we get it CHILL!!!

[waitlifted]

(( hey guess who did some character exploration for future verse cass via building in the sims. it's me I did the thing ))

[nomazee]

enough to make me cry

blade is your only roommate, your only friend, and your only way home from this terrible party you found yourself in.

blade x gn reader — 3.3k — college & roommates au!, very americanized college experiences, frat parties, mentions of drinking & vomiting, could be read as platonic but there are definitely romantic undertones, feelings of inadequacy/being out of place, hurt/comfort, social anxiety, blade is probably ooc i'm gonna be so honest, mild kafka & reader friendship, erggg im probably missing something

notes: no i have to be so honest blade is probably completely out of character i have not played a single side quest with him in it but i just think he has reluctant roommate-to-best friend potential and i wanted to pour that into a fic,,, this is mostly unintelligible but i did proofread! love you all

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A warm hand rests on your shoulder, and the first thing that you think is Blade’s hands are supposed to be cold.

It’s really pathetic. You’re somewhere in a stupid frat house, the thrumming of music around you. There’s the flashing colors and sounds of Mario Kart on the TV, the smell of puke (probably yours) and corona lite, and a hand on your shoulders that you’ve discerned is not your roommate, Blade’s. 

Looking to the side, you follow the hand (painted, manicured nails, definitely still not Blade’s), and it leads up to an arm up to a shoulder up to a face, and—oh. 

“You’re—” you pause, getting your words in order before you puke them up, “you’re Blade’s pretty lady friend?” It’s supposed to come out as a statement, but leans more to a question. She looks down, a bit of a teasing grin on her face, but her eyes are a little soft so you trust her. 

“Is that what he calls me?” she jokes.

“No, I’m— I came up with that.” If you had any dignity left in you, you’d be embarrassed to admit that to her. Unfortunately, you’re pretty sure that Kafka (the pretty lady friend in question) just held your hair back and wiped your face as you puked into a frat-house toilet, flushing your dignity away with your dinner. Your eyes burn with tears and mortification, and you pray that only Kafka saw your embarrassing mishaps.

“I called him to pick you up,” she tells you, already looking away from you and scanning the room as if looking for something, or someone. “I would take you home myself, but I’ve got some things to take care of. And I’m assuming you didn't bring your keys with you?” 

A quick pat-down of your pockets confirms that, yes, you somehow managed to leave your keys at home, the one personal necessity that you were supposed to bring besides your phone. Which, thankfully, you do at least have.

“Umm, the…” you mutter, tongue tangling uselessly as you try to find a way out of here without facing the impending doom of Blade’s aggravated scolding and his I told you so’s. 

A week ago, you went to him with an invite to this frat party and begged him to come with you, saying something like You don’t go out much, this is your chance! He’d adamantly refused, calling it a bad idea and rolling his eyes whenever you brought it up. But you were stubborn, and you wanted to have a fun college experience, so you forced him to drive you to the party with the promise of paying for his next gas payment and getting your own ride back home at the end of the night. 

“I can go,” you finally tell Kafka, mind stringing along memories and thoughts and alarm bells of get your ass home before you have to sit in an awful car ride with Blade, “It’s, like, a fifteen minute walk, don’t call him.” 

“It’s a little too late for that, kid,” Kafka drawls, amusement in her words. She’s smiling down at you, and you’re reminded of how small you feel. “He’s already on the way.” 

“No!” you protest, a little too loudly, but not loud enough to be heard over the thumping of music and bodies and voices. “It’s— Kafka, please, just tell him to turn around, I really don’t want him to deal with me today.” 

If you knew her even less, you’d misinterpret the twitch in her expression as concern—but you’re not too dumb, so you read it as amusement. “Trust me, he’s not going to have a problem with that. You’ll be fine.” 

Whatever that means. Kafka’s too cryptic for your liking, but you won’t complain. She wiped up your vomit from the dirty bathroom tiles and stayed with you to make sure you didn't get trampled, and she didn't complain about any of that. In a week, when you have enough strength to face her again, you’ll treat her to a good, expensive, flaky pastry. She seems like the kind of person who would love those. 

Her phone buzzes with a text notification, and she clicks her tongue, standing up and pulling you with her. Her hand is still warm, seeping through the sleeve of your shirt as she takes you by the forearm, gentle but guiding. Your stomach churns at the thought of seeing Blade, the thought of him seeing you like this. Freshly-puked-out with a nasty stomachache all because of a party that he told you not to go to. 

You hold back your protests as Kafka leads you through the still-crowded frat house. What time is it? Has nobody gotten bored yet, seriously? At least you didn't kill the mood by running to the bathroom and weeping into the toilet. It seems like nobody noticed, except for Kafka, and you don’t know if that should make you feel comforted or just more upset. 

The cool air of the night hits you as you step through the front door, eyes tracking your feet as you walk down the concrete steps. You see the silhouette of Blade’s ugly blue car in your peripheral vision, but you don’t want to look up in fear of seeing the disappointment on his face so soon. He’s going to rip you a new one, and then call you a slob and kick you out of the apartment and say I can’t have a party fiend living with me even though this was your first party ever, honest. 

You barely register that you’ve reached the passenger side of Blade’s car, only coming back to awareness when Kafka opens the door for you and starts nudging you into the seat. A really pathetic part of you wants to grab onto her arm and cry hard enough that she just relents and lets you walk home, but you’re already half into the passenger seat, looking everywhere but Blade. 

“Take care of them, won’t you, Bladie?” Kafka commands lightly, her hand leaving your arm as you get situated and buckled up in the car. Blade lets out a little huff in response and your stomach sinks. He’s already annoyed. 

The car ride to your apartment is only five minutes at this time of night. You just have to survive five minutes in silence and pray that he doesn’t tear into you and scold you like a disappointed parent. A glance at the clock on the car’s console confirms that it’s half past midnight. What the fuck. What were you even doing at the party for that long, besides vomiting and crying? 

The car rumbles, exhaust sputtering a little bit as Blade pulls out from the side of the street and drives slowly, carefully, as if not to rattle you, and you really just want him to speed up and throttle the car around so you feel more guilty about waking him up in the middle of the night to come pick you up. Blade goes to bed at eleven, the latest. You can’t imagine why Kafka thought it would be a good idea to call him, of all people, but then you remember that you kind of don’t have any other friends on campus. Your chest tightens at the thought. 

Blade makes some kind of sniffling noise, his way of trying to initiate some kind of conversation. There’s not even any music playing, because he always drives in dead silence because he’s abnormal, and on any other day you’d tease him about it like you always do. You see him turn his head to you in the corner of your eye, but you refuse to acknowledge him. You wish he’d just start scolding you, yelling at you or something. 

Tears prickle behind your eyes, painfully so, but your hands tighten around each other in your lap as you will yourself to not cry like a baby in front of your roommate. He lets out another sigh, but it doesn’t sound angry, just tired, and somehow that makes you feel worse. 

“What were you guys even drinking?” is his question of voice, and it’s the one question you didn't want him to ask, and you can’t help it when the tears spill over and you bring your hand up to wipe them away frantically, hiccuping a little bit as your gut churns. 

“What—” Blade stutters, and he never stutters, and you see him whip his head around to look at you, crying into your hands over a simple question, and you just want to leave the car and walk home like you told Kafka you would do. He pulls over to the side of some residential street. There’s a dog barking in a yard and wind chimes clinking together, and you think of your handmade bottle cap wind chime hung in the balcony of yours and Blade’s apartment, and it just makes you cry more. 

The car comes to a full stop. Blade puts it in park and turns completely to you. You spare a quick glance at him through the gaps between your fingers, and there’s something like worry on his face, which you’ve never seen before. His face is pinched, lips parted as if wanting to say something, but he can’t. He’s waiting for you. 

“I didn't drink anything, Blade,” you sob, feeling miserable at the state of yourself, at how you went to a frat party with nobody you knew and just walked around like a lost child, too scared to drink or talk to anyone, too anxious to say a word. “Not even a shot, or a sip, nothing from the fridge. It was so stupid, you were right, okay? It was a stupid idea, and I shouldn’t have gone.” Your breath catches in your throat, and the car is dead quiet as Blade lets your words sink in. 

You try not to make so much noise when you cry, but you’re sniveling and wiping your face and wishing that he would just stop looking at you like that. You can still see the ruby-red of his eyes even when you can’t bear to look up at him, and it makes you so viscerally upset. 

Blade is beautiful, really, and it makes you so upset that he looks better than you right now despite him being dragged right out of bed by Kafka’s phone call with a request to pick you up just minutes ago. You, who spent hours selecting an outfit, just to feel inadequate and wholly ugly the minute you walked through the door. It felt like you were back in middle school, spending hours with your parents picking out an outfit to a school dance, looking through ties and pants and shoes, just to show up and feel both overdressed and underdressed, feel like a fool, feel like you just can’t look the way everyone else does. Like something is always a little wrong. 

“Kafka said that you got sick. You didn't drink anything? You’re sure?” 

“No,”  you confirm pitifully, wanting him to just drop the topic and drive the rest of the way home and never talk about this again. “I was just anxious, and I puked like an idiot. Kafka helped me, she was the only one that I knew at the party. I don’t know. I don’t remember anymore. I was just anxious.” 

He says your name, not unkindly, but with a prying tone that just makes a fresh wave of tears stream down your face in rivulets. “Why would you go if you didn't know anyone?” 

“I don't know!” you shout, heated with embarrassment. You’re acting like a child, throwing a tantrum and crying and shouting in Blade’s car. The seatbelt is too tight on you. You fiddle with it, pulling it from the juncture of your neck and shoulder and loosening it, scratching your bitten nails against the scratchy cloth and looking out of the car window so that you can avoid Blade’s awful, terrible, intrusive gaze. 

“I just wanted to be normal, or something. I don’t know anybody from any of my classes. I don’t talk to anyone from my major. And then I got the invite for the party somehow and I just thought it would be fun. I don’t know, Blade, I know I should’ve listened to you, I’m sorry.” 

“Stop,” he says firmly, fully turned to you now, as if he wants you to look back at him, to listen to whatever he’s going to say, and that’s the one thing you don’t want to do. You hate that he’s being kind. You wish he’d be sarcastic and mean and cruel, bite into you and feed off your self-pity. But he’s being nice, nice in the same way that he’s nice when he buys the right brand of milk for you (because the others make you sick, and the taste is different), or when he drives you places in his car when it’s raining so that you don’t have to take the buses everywhere, or when he comes home with your ridiculous coffee order that costs a hellacious amount of money with all of your substitutions and additions and flavorings. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he says resolutely, leaving no room for argument, “Just— I didn't know you were feeling like that. I would’ve gone with you if you told me you needed someone. I assumed you were going with a friend.” 

You don’t respond with I don’t have any friends, because you’re pretty sure that’s clear enough by now, and you don’t want to confirm what’s already been confirmed a million times over just from the way you act. The way you cling to yours and Blade’s apartment, the way you never spend a second longer than you need to in any of your classes, the way that sometimes, when Blade goes out for class or work, you sit on the couch in silence with your laptop out, doing your work for the week and checking the clock and taking naps so that you don’t have to feel so alone for so long. 

“You didn't want to go,” you say instead, “I wasn’t going to make you just because I’m— I don’t know.” 

“I would’ve gone for you,” he tells you, really tells you, with a force in his words, like he wants to drive the point into you with a stake, driven right through your heart. “I would do a lot of things if you asked. You just need to ask.” 

You don’t— you really don’t want to think about what that means. What he means. You rip your eyes away from the car window and turn to face him. He’s not too close. You almost wish he could be closer, but you would suffocate under the pressure in your stomach and behind your eyes. 

He shouldn’t say things like that, things like You just need to ask, because you’d ask for a lot if given the chance. You’d ask for him to come to parties with you, stay by your side, let you put a hand on his shoulder and guide him around another disgusting frat house as if you know what you’re doing. You’d ask him to sleep in the same bed as you some nights, just a foot away from each other, backs turned to each other but still close enough that you can feel the unnatural coldness that radiates off of Blade. 

You’d ask him to introduce you to Kafka and that other girl they hang out with, to say something stupid and funny like This is my abhorrent roommate, be nice to them, and that way you’d have more contacts in your phone that aren't just Blade and your parents and two old high school friends who you haven’t spoken to in a year. You’d ask him to be a lot more than just a plus-one to a party full of people you’ve never met. 

“I just want to go home,” you breathe out, a guilty confession burning your gums and leaving a sour taste in your mouth. “I’m sorry.” 

“Stop saying sorry,” he asserts for the second time tonight, making your lungs squeeze as you puff out a tired exhale. Blade turns back in his seat, taking the car out of park and heading back onto the road—driving slowly, yet again, avoiding cracks and potholes in the road. “You need to eat something. You’ll wake up with a hellish headache if you go to bed dehydrated.” 

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

“I said it, so it’s true,” he says petulantly, turning the car down into a road that’s definitely not in the direction of your apartment building. To your hidden delight, the glowing sign of a twenty-four-seven ice cream store comes into view, and you sit up just a little bit. Blade slows the car as he turns into the drive-thru, glancing at you with an eyebrow half-raised. 

“What do you want? I’ll order for you.” 

“I don’t have my wallet,” you admit, just a little bit embarrassed. “I didn't even bring my keys with me. Do you think they take Apple Pay?” 

A breathy laugh escapes him, and you catch sight of a dimple pressed into his cheek, and you want to press your thumb into it and look at his smile, just for a little longer. “Don’t be dumb. I’m paying,” he tells you, the same way he has every time he pays for your cafe drink, or when he comes home from work with your favorite, and says You’re broke enough without having to pay for these drinks, don’t pay me back in that snippy way he shows his care. 

You ask for a medium vanilla milkshake, with sprinkles, and he gets you a large instead, which you’re more than grateful for. He refuses to let you look at the receipt for the total cost, and hands you the milkshake with a comical severity that you often see in him. The sweet drink washes away any bitter taste left in your mouth, and you feel a little better, a little nicer in your haphazard party outfit and under Blade’s fleeting gaze. 

A deep sigh escapes you, one of relief, when the car finally parks at your apartment building. Blade puts a cold hand between your shoulder blades, unobtrusive and leading, and it’s a comforting contrast from the heat lingering on your skin from the party and the closed car. It feels right, more in-place than Kafka’s warm hands were when she wiped your face and kept you steady, though she was just as gentle. 

Blade all but tosses you onto the couch, claiming that it’s much too late for a shower and he’d rather not deal with you collapsing from exhaustion in the tub. You relent easily, the exhaustion of the night hitting you and soaking into your limbs. 

“I’ll let you sleep on the couch,” he says, and it’s a good and kind thing, because he knows that sometimes you hate your bedroom because it’s just too empty, and the constant sound filtering into the living room puts you at ease. He never lets you sleep on the couch, because it’s bad for your back, and he jokes about you developing adult onset scoliosis with the awful way you sleep. Letting you do it, just this once, is another one of his small mercies. 

The TV is on, humming at a low volume, and your legs are thrown across Blade’s lap. You’re shocked that he’s willing to fall asleep with you like this, but he’s kind, sarcastic and biting but kind all the same, as much as he loathes to admit it. It’s not too lonely, you decide, hearing the bottle cap wind chimes on your balcony clink together in dissonant harmonies. 

(There’s a missing text from a new contact on your phone when you wake up, coming from pretty lady friend, extending an invite to brunch in two days, and you kick your legs on the couch in giddy excitement, thinking about how you’ll rope Blade into coming with you, too.)

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[goggles-varian]

Welcome

Hello there! I'm Varian Ruddiger: the Royal Engineer of Corona and the top alchemy whizz of Team Radical, if I do say so myself. I'm really glad to be here, in the company of so many science enthusiasts!

Out of the aformentioned science enthusiasts, there was one who really stuck out to me. Yong Aithne of Bayangor. He's a real smart kid and he reminds me so much of myself at his age. Plus, he's really passionate when it comes to fireworks and despite his many accidents, he always has good intentions and his plans are actually pretty good!

With that said, any asks and mentions are encouraged!

OOC:

This is my RP blog! don't ask why I make Varian fancy bc I basically js made him more like me as well as more fancy British lmao

I'm the self appointed director of The Fans' VAT7K so if you see any details on here that you don't recognise/ know aren't canon, they're probably from there :)

I am doing this RP with @firecracker-yong, who, as the username suggests, is Yong so if anyone wants to RP any of the other VAT7K characters, we'd be glad to have you along with us!

I'm not all too sure when in the journey the RP starts from, but I do know it's before they all reach Corona :)

Would also like to point out that I am a minor so please don't send me any mature asks or mention me on mature posts! Thanks!

main account: @theshadowyalchemist (he/she)

P.S: Sorry @firecracker-yong for basically copying your format I just don't wanna mess up on the first post

[as-nodt-ghostwriter]

FT: The Sun Village Visitor! — Flare Corona / Male Reader

content warning ⚠️ — NSFW oneshot (MUST BE 18+, you’ve been warned). Flare might be a bit OOC in some parts

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Requested by anonymous ! Hope I did it justice 👻

Sun Village has remained thriving ever since Flare began taking initiative in helping her people, although physically different in size, they were still her friends and family all the same.

Flare found herself becoming more confident in her own skin, that scared, lost woman from Raven Tail was a far cry who she is now. She’s paid her dues from her past and wants to be a better person.

The village was becoming more hotter around this year, and summer wear such as bikini tops are seen as causal and a must.

Flare ditched the red dress and settled for comfort. She now wore a crimson red bikini top and deep red colored wide legged capri pants with golden open toed sandals with thin straps.

She felt great and always ready to walk around the village and forest.

Flare took notice that people were getting more and more closer the forest. Although she’s doesn’t want to come across rude or hostile towards the idea of outsiders, she also wanted to protect the Sun Village and her friends as well.

Flare only felt anxiousness bubbling within her stomach, maybe she was overthinking of something bad happening.

Although people could be dangerous, Flare knew that she had to learn how to trust others. If things were to go bad, she’d have the power of her hair and sun to keep her people safe.

Flare was doing her daily routine, checking on the small shops, even helping them if they needed extra hands (or hair!) to help.

Flare was helping an elder when a man ran into the shops and large crowds of residents, making his presence known and confusing onlookers.

“Miss Flare! Miss Flare!” The man cried out as sprinted straight to the red head. Flare immediately turned to the giant man in aid.

“What’s wrong Abel?” Flare asked concerned and worried. The 8ft man named Abel was catching his breath as he tried to explain.

“Miss Flare! You must come! There’s something I found in the woods!” Abel pleaded with Flare as other residents gasped as they overheard.

An outsider perhaps?

Is it dangerous?

Where did it come from?

Flare and residents of Sun Village haven’t seen an outsider since the four wizards from Fairy Tail guild helped them.

Flare immediately assured everyone within hearing distance that they’ll go check it out and see what Abel found.

Abel took Flare to where he was walking, He says he was gathering around the forest and must’ve went further than expected. Abel explained to Flare that he stumbled upon something on the tree branches, hanging by

And there it was…

Flare and Abel stopped there tracks and saw something.

It was…a man?

Flare got a closer look, with Abel right behind her.

The man was laying on the tree branches, stomach first, his head hanging off with arms and legs dangling like a cat on a tree.

Flare could easily see his features, he couldn’t have been no older than his late 20s, (hair color) hair covering his face, and just wearing a loose blouse and dark pants with boots. Hard to tell his facial features due to the awkward way he was laying onto the branch.

Flare blushed seeing a man her size. It’s been quite awhile since she saw outsiders again.

He was still breathing, that’s good, so it wasn’t a dead man that was left here. Must’ve gotten lost, Flare theorized. Whoever he was or is didn’t matter to her, the least she could do is help and bring him in when he’s unconscious to ask him some questions later.

Better that than leaving him alone and wandering around the forest by himself. This forest was like a maze if you weren’t local, he could get more lost and never find food.

Flare asked Abel to carry him back to her home, Abel agreed and trusted Flare’s judgement. If he was dangerous, she would know to not have him be near the man or even hold him like a puppy right now.

The mysterious man was still unconscious when Abel brought him to her home, the giant residents were curious and wanted to know who this normal sized man was. Flare had to shoo away some of them from her window since they were innocently sneaking a peek of the man. Now she knows how Lucy feels…

The (h/c) haired man was unconscious for about a day in a half. Flare would hand feed him water to help him regain his energy back and checked up on him every hour.

The giants nicknamed him short man, Flare thought it was cute that they already warmed up to the mysterious man.

Flare didn’t realize that’s she’s warmed up to the unknown male herself! It felt oddly satisfying to Flare nursing someone. Although still having a sadist streak to her, she liked nursing a helpless man back into waking up, and in the privacy of her home was an added bonus.

Flare mostly had him in the guest bedroom, very small but she kept it tidy in case her friend Lucy came back to the village.

So it was a surprise when you awoke seeing pink flower wallpaper all around a room you were in now. Last thing you saw was being surrounded by dark trees and the night sky before passing out due to exhaustion…

You were too stunned to get up from a soft cushioned bed, which you were being engulfed by a big baby blue blanket comforter at the moment, very soft but light fabric where you didn’t overheat underneath in.

This was weird but at least you were being taken care instead of waking up being chained by the ankle in a dungeon somewhere…yeah that’d be way worse..

“Oh! You’re awake!” A soft voice stuttered by the door frame, having your body sit up from the bed immediately. Making eye contact with a red haired woman, she didn’t seem like trouble but there was an air about her that made her look shy. Cute.

The (h/c) haired man was stunned and immediately questioned her. “W-wha…Where am I?” You rubbed the aching sore of your neck, you must’ve been out for quite a bit. Flare slowly approached you, with a simple glass of water in hand. Seeing this, Flare offered the glass to you. You accepted and drank it in one gulf.

Poor thing must’ve been so thirsty … Flare thought. Even though she took care of you while unconscious, you must’ve needed a lot more fluids.

Flare responded to your question. “You were found unconscious near the forest, and we brought you here to my village.” Flare noticed how you looked around, wondering if this was a safe place. “I volunteered to nurse you back till you woke up.” The vibrant red head blush, reminiscing about she would check your temperature, giving you water so that way your body had enough strength to wake up.

You looked at her with softened eyes. “Thanks for taking care of me, hope I didn’t give you a hard time.” faintly laughing, poking fun at yourself. Flare giggled and reassured you.

He certainly is charming to talk with..Flare’s excitement in him finally waking up was definitely worth the wait.

“My name is Flare, Flare Corona..” she introduced herself. You smiled, she was pretty and her name was definitely memorable and cute. “(Y/n). And thank you again for taking care of me, Flare.” You saw her full figure and it was hard not to have your eyes lock on her red bikini top longer than usual. It was summer season after all…

“Out of curiosity, how long was I out for?” Rubbing the back of your neck. “Only for a day in a half.” Flare replied.

Flare kinda wanted you to stay a bit longer at the village. As selfish as that sounds to her. Although happy to be back at the village and away from normal sized towns and society, at the same time she also missed her friend Lucy and those from Fairy Tail, a lot of good people she met along the way. Judging by the way you talk with her, she definitely feels you’re a good person as well…

“You should probably stay and rest your body.” Flare recommended. “Really? You don’t think I’d be a bother?” You asked, unsure. Flare didn’t care, she was already excited at the idea of having you live with her!

“Of course not!” She perked up, excitingly, she persisted. “It also be great for you to meet the other villagers!”

He hummed a bit, thinking about it. “Hmm i don’t know…I think you’ve taken care of me enough and I do appreciate it..” he shifted his body a bit, it took him while but he fully got a look at her breast size. Those things were the size of melons! It was flattering to know she was nursing him back to health to say the least.

You could feel your cock getting hard, crap! At least this blanket was covering up your lower half..

Flare saw your face immediately seem more flushed and embarrassed now. Did she do something wrong??? Oh no!

“Are you ok, (Y/n)? You seem flushed!” she grew concerned, getting closer to the bedside and touching your forehead.

The way she bent over to check up on you was quite the predicament. Her cleavage hung low near your eye level and that just made you more hard!

“I-I think I’m fine! I just need water and some rest…” You panicked, maybe she’ll leave you be afterwards so you could…deal with this problem alone.

Flare was having none of it! She wanted to help you here and now! She situated herself on the bedside, her hands fell right on your crotch. She gasped a bit, why did the blanket seem like there was something was hard underneath?

Oh..

Flare, without warning, lifted up the covers. You gasped as she saw your boner poking through your pants like it was about to burst and fly away any second if you didn’t touch yourself soon

“I-I can take care of that!” You pleaded, embarrassment was all you feel at that moment. Gods, she gonna either punch you or call you a pervert and kick you out of the village soon after..

Flare seemed really calm about the situation. Much to your surprise. Her smile curved into something lustful and dark. “No..let me.” She replied, her hand ran through your the zipper of your pants as you winced, unable to stop her at this point.

You laid back down on the bed as she climbed up between your legs, teasing the clothed tip of your cock with her finger, which had a small stain of precum. Flare giggled as she lightly poked the tip. She couldn’t believe the same man she nursed back to health, was about to get a blowjob from her to after waking up! What a treat!

Flare couldn’t contain her excitement any longer, her shy and sweet demeanor fell as she unbuttoned his pants and zipper pulled down.

You meanwhile were too stunned to even protest. This woman was definitely weird but she didn’t seem mad when she saw your boner. Most woman you’ve met would’ve understandingly slapped you across the face and tell you to get out their house.

You saw how Flare looked at your bare cock in amazement and lust. You were both turned on and terrified at what she was going to do to next…

Flare was a virgin, through and through. She wasn’t ready for sex but she definitely wouldn’t mind taking care of your problem.

Flare held the shaft of your cock, working it up and down. She’s heard from women that this is how it’s done. Flare wanted to do a good job and saw your reaction closely, gosh you moan so sexy right now! She loved it! It encouraged her to keep going at a medium pace, rubbing the sticky precum as lubricant. You groaned in delight as she did that. She was a natural.

Flare smiled as she felt your thighs shaking the more she quicken the pace of jerking your cock. “Fuck that feels sooo good!” You praised her, Flare blushed as a result and wanted to do more to make you feel good.

“P-put my cock in your mouth-!” You breathed out as you pulled your head back into the pillow. Flare immediately followed and engulfed your entire cock as much she could. “Fffffuck yes! Flare!” You cried in praise. Your hands found themselves on her head, combing through her scalp, seeing her beautiful long vibrant red hair just tangle through your fingers. So soft! Her mouth was wet and warm as she sucked your cock, her lips lightly brushed the foreskin as she bobbed her head up and down, gargling her throat as she pushed further in. Fuck that felt even better!

Oh shit! You were close to cumming! You immediately pulled her hair, resulting in her head lifting up, confused.

“I-I’m really close..” you admitted, panting. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth or on your face?” You wanted to give her a warning beforehand. Flare licked the corners of her mouth, there were still remenats of precum and saliva around her chin and lips.

Flare only giggle and stared at you with dark eyes. “Oh dear (Y/n)!” She breathed out in excitement. “I had the most amazing idea!” Without a second thought, she untied her bikini bra, letting it drift down from her chest.

Flare lightly blushed as she saw your reaction to her bare breasts. So handsome and cute at the same time. Your eyes were frozen in awe as your hands wandered, groping her soft breasts. Flare was flattered and loved the attention you gave to her. You found your thumb slipping around her brown perked nipple, Flare gasped, shaking a bit, she had no idea her body was so sensitive at such small touches! She felt a slight tingle sensation around her breast but didn’t think too much about it.

Teasingly, you let go her breasts, smirking a bit as she was bewildered. “What’d you have in mind?” You asked.

Flare lowered herself again, this time aligning her cleavage above your harden cock. Your body shook with excitement as you stared at her.

Flare pulled the shaft of your cock between her breasts, making you groan in delight. Fuck it felt nice and soft having your cock nestled between her skin as your cock was being squeezed by her busty breasts.

Flare had her hands on the side of each breast as she moved it up and down the shaft slowly, not wanting your cock to slip off.

She spit inbetween her cleavage to add more lubrication. The warmth of her spit felt similar to her blowjob previously that it felt oh so good all the same! Flare noticed her breasts as she gasped seeing her boobs grow an extra size. They were getting larger the more aroused she was. Which made (Y/n) close to cumming as his cock was being engulfed by her double sized chest.

A nice boob job was something you weren’t expecting at all, specially not from a red headed woman who nursed you back to health in the same day. Whatever gods or powerful entity was involved in blessing you today, you’d cry out and say thank you as Flare’s melon sized boobs had you on the verge of cumming close.

Flare noticed you thighs shaking a bit, and immediately put the tip of your cock in her mouth her breasts were still engulfed by your whole shaft. The warmth of her mouth was oh so perfect when sucked and licked around the tip in her mouth.

“S-shit! I’m cumming!” You cried out. Flare hummed in delight as she kept sucking the tip of the cock more and more. She squeezed her breasts together as tight as she could.

“Fuuuuck! F-Flare!” You cummed inside her mouth. Flare choked a bit as she swallowed as much as could while the cum poured into her mouth, some leaking on the corners of her mouth as they dripped down her breasts.

Flare sat up as she licked up as much she could, (Y/n) was heavily panting as his head was resting on the pillow, catching his breath.

Flare really did suck the soul out of him. He chuckled at himself, sitting up along with Flare, dazed and sweating after that.

Flare then noticed her sudden growth of her chest retracted back to her regular double D size breasts. Must be some kind of temporary thing in her body whenever she gets horny. Flare couldn’t think much on it now.

(Y/n) brought her attention back, offering her some tissues to clean up the mess he made on her bare chest. Flare smiled, flattered how charming and sweet he was afterwards.

Maybe he wouldn’t mind staying at Sun Village a bit longer.

Flare couldn’t be more happier! If oral sex got him to consider staying for a bit, her mind wandered at how she can get him to stay to the point of living with her….

[rocksandrobots]

Hey! It's been a bit! But for that send a passage and get commentary ask game thing! I wanted to send you one but it's been so long that I don't remember what any of the chapters are ha 😅 But! I do have this scene screenshotted because it was genuinely one of my favorite from the entire fic! I used to have more of it but I think they got lost when I changed phones.

But just Aunt Cass' emotions in this scene. I loved them so much. So if you've got anything to say about these scene, I'd love to hear!

I'm so glad someone responded to that and yeah it took me a bit to respond back just cause it's the weekend.

So I've had Aunt Cass adopting Varian planed out for awhile. Before even thinking up this scene.

My goal is for her to present the papers to Varian on his birthday during S3. Not only does this give him more reason to stay, upping the tension on his internal conflict, but it's also just a natural progression of the characters and their dynamic.

Of course Aunt Cass would want to officially adopt him. She's been foster parenting him for over six months now and knows that him returning home or his dad coming back is not really feasible, given what she thinks is a war going on. (and she's not really wrong about that assumption)

Adopting him just gives Varian legal protection, citizenship, and a safe place to always stay no matter what. He's already family, so it makes sense to formalize that.

As for this particular scene, I decided to reveal the adoption plans early rather than having the audience finding out with Varian later, is because I wanted to give Eugene a moment of realization.

In the show, Eugene's background as an orphan isn't really utilized well. He follows along too much with Frederic's, and later Rapunzel's, bullshit when he should naturally have a different and more nuance perspective than either of them due to his experience.

I'll always insist that his animosity towards Varian in season one, especially during The Alchemist's Return was completely OOC, and the only way to justify it is for his fear of Rapunzel's safety over riding his usual empathy.

But here, Rapunzel is not in danger.

Heck, even Corona isn't in any immediate trouble as far he knows. The rocks exist, sure, but they've always manged to stop them in some way thus far and they're more of a looming existential threat rather than something he has to face in a fight.

Which means, Eugene has the the time to think. To re-evaluate.

Varian is Corona's most dangerous criminal. That is a fact. But it's also fact that he's just a poor orphan who turned to crime to survive. Same as Eugene.

And now, unlike Eugene, he's been given an opportunity to have a home and a parent who loves him. Who is he to rob a child of that opportunity? Who is he to tell this woman that the son she loves needs to be arrested again for 'the greater good'? What right does he have to exercise judgment over someone for doing what he had to do as a kid?

This entire scene is meant to be a wake up call to him. Even if it's not enough to get him to change his mind completely, it will plant the seeds for later.

[noonaishere]

Masterlist of Older Works

These are all fics I wrote in 2020 and before.

I have tumblr versions of these on my main blog, symphonyofmars, but something happened with one of them where I fucked up some formatting or something and like half of a chapter repeats itself. I fixed it on AO3 but not here, so I'm only putting the AO3 links and I recommend reading them all there.

The works that are 18+ are clearly marked.

Redemption [Deucalion] (18+)

2016-2018

🌶️🔥Smut🔥🌶️

Fic type: traditional style

Pairing: Deucalion x fem!OC

Genre: Teen Wolf, canon complaint (mostly), AU (that starts after season 4), OCs

Warnings: paranormal violence, SMUT

Status: Finished

Ever since being let go by Scott and Derek, Deucalion has been in hiding. Except for the mercenary Braden, he hasn’t had contact with anyone in months and no one knows where he is.

Meanwhile, Scott and his pack are enjoying one of Beacon Hills’ rare quiet periods, but that is about to change. A grisly corpse is found and the hunt is on to figure out who – or what – the killer is before they can kill again.

House of the Dead [Malachi]

2018

Fic type: traditional style

Pairing: Malachi x fem!OC

Genre: Riverdale, AU, flashback, character past

Warnings: (none really, since it ended before things really got started)

Status: Unfinished but abandoned

This fic takes place after season 2. Malachi seemed like he was spiraling further out of control, but there was a time in his life where he wasn't. What was missing that made him so unhinged? How did the Ghoulies form and who formed it? And anyway, who doesn’t want to be the most powerful woman in the room?

[Sorry, this one is never getting finished. I liked writing this, but it was an experiment to see if I could return to a work every week to update it and the conclusion was: I can't. Writing a fic all at once like a book is the way to go, for me. It was also originally going to have smut, but I was editing Cold Hands Warm Heart at the same time as writing this, and that one ended up winning all my attention in the end. I do want to repurpose some of the OCs for an original book (and maybe even this version of Malachi since he's so OOC per the show), so they at least won't go to waste.]

Cold Hands Warm Heart [Loki] (18+)

2018-2020

🌶️🔥Smut🔥🌶️

Fic type: traditional style

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Genre: MCU, Marvel Comic Universe, AU, heroes (and characters I like) never die

Warnings: assault, extraterrestrial violence, copious amounts of fashion descriptions, raging against the machine, existential crises/angst, sass, SMUT, BDSM

Status: Finished

From my AO3 descrip: "This fic takes place in some weird space after Infinity War in which Loki didn’t die and had just faked his death AGAIN, because I refuse to believe he’s dead." So it's canon compliant up until a certain point lol.

Three Weeks [Henry Cavill]

2020

Fic type: traditional style

Pairing: Henry Cavill x fem!reader

Genre: real life AU

Warnings: none, mentions of quarantine and coronavirus

Status: Finished

The Reader is a script writer on The Witcher 2 and begins a budding romance with the lead actor, Henry Cavill. However, coronavirus is going around and no one is prepared. Love in the Time of Corona?

[This is partly inspired by all the footage of people finding ways to deal with the quarantine I saw at the time, and partly by the way the first season of The Witcher was told where; Geralt was in the past and Ciri was in the present (did I get that right? lol) and the two timelines overlapped at a particular point. It left me wanting to try doing that, you can be the judge of if I succeeded lol.]

Anyway, that's them. If you decide to read them, please comment 😊 I know they're old, but I still like hearing what people have to say, it gives me motivation 😊

Enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

[its-smoggy-outside]

Ooc: introduction post 👋 this is an ask blog set 3 years after the events of VAT7K, it's also an au since Moggy met an unfortunate end in normal. Also it's not just for Moggy here or other ocs, the 7k gang will be answering if you want em too:3

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Q: what's your name?

A: Heya, I'm Casey Scott Synclair- don't call me that though, call me Moggy. Its an..... alias of sorts! Or just a nickname- it doesn't matter, it suits me better.

Q: where were you born, and do you still live there? If not, where do you live now?

A: wherever I feel happy is my home, I suppose- but I was born in Ingvarr- the industrial kingdom and now I live in Corona- I followed the gang home after they helped me

Q: how old are you and when's your birthday?

A: I'm 22 as of today, and my birthday is February the 23rd!

Q: do you have any friends/family. If so, who are they, how did you meet? And if there's any other information please do tell.

A: not any family, I'm afraid. Buy I have a few friends- I'm sure you already know a few of them.

Hugo was my first proper friend, I met him on the streets when we were both 13 and i aas about to leave for somewhere better. He'd been through some hard stuff that night so i decided to stay and comfort him for a while, a week or so. but then I left and we didn't see eachother till he came with his group of friends. I know some people can't stand him but I think he's amazing, ya know?

Speaking of them, I'm friends with Varian too, I got to know him after he'd completed the mission of his. We didn't take long to click, all it took was a few days and now we're what I'd call good friends- he even let me stay at his till I got a place of my own. It was a bit awkward in the first days of settling since there was three of us and one bed.

And finally, there's Elwynn. I met him when I was on my casual morning stroll- on the rooftops of old Corona and he spotted me from where he was helping out the people by carrying heavy things. I'd never seen him before so I jumped down to greet him but no matter what I said he never responded. I don't think he knew what to say for a while, but eventually we started talking. As of now? I'd say we've bonded really well.. he's a really, really great guy...

Anyway, that's all the time I have for today, take care of yerself, OK?

[companionwolf]

four minutes

au: gardenverse (aka 'less a au more a personal imagining/interpretation of my F/O'; this one's a little more fantastical than usual though. also p ooc but at this point i just dgaf at all)

summary: while the sun is dark, when he talks, they'll hear him. it will have to be enough.

The sun over the garden is vanishing.

Central knows what this is, although this knowledge is theirs and only theoretical. They've never seen this before, so neither has he, really.

But while he's been weeding, the brightness has slowly changed, gone off tone. The sky is turning a slight blueish gray hue and the temperatures dropped. He doesn't look right at it-- here, in the garden, in their ribcage and under their heart, it can't hurt him to, but he wills it anyway. It makes things interesting, to feel pain, consequences.

Central adjusts his hat, and then makes a face as his fingers brush a pair of cardboard glasses that weren't there before. He takes them into his hands-- solar eclipse glasses. A little laugh escapes him; of course they'd want to share it.

He puts the glasses on, gazes up-- the sun is a waning crescent in the dark tint of the lens, and as he watches, the air gets colder. He feels their body surging with adrenaline, the taste of grape juice and ice cream in his mouth. Distantly murmuring voices. They must be with others, watching the eclipse. Good, he thinks fondly.

Above the celetial bodies beats their heart, a glowing blue thing that never ceases, and that is not really far away; it's as metaphorical as the garden, as he is. He can reach out and touch it if he wants. It's not really their heart as much as it is their soul. Self? Being? Life energy? He isn't sure. He just knows it burns with the same things that runs through him, that makes him up.

The world darkens quite considerably, and Central knows this is totality. Around the rim of the moon the sun's corona shines brightly, the whole thing a silvery affair. He stares up at it.

Information trickles in-- he has four minutes.

Central swallows, throat suddenly tight. This is going to be something they can hear, will know is him. He's not quite sure he's ready for that.

Sure he's dreamt of it, wished for it, but this is different-- when he speaks on his own, Central knows they don't hear, won't hear; when they do hear, when it's them using him as a voice they need, it is both of them.

Just this once, this will be heard and be him alone. He's not prepared, he realizes, for either of those things to happen.

3 minutes 30 seconds... need to start talking.

Is this his anxiety or theirs? Central's not really certain, but when he says Hey, Commander, the words tremble a little. Not overly noticeably, but enough that he's aware of it, and knows it's nerves and something else, something akin to the nameless thing that swirls through them strong and silent and stinging right now as they look up at the halo of the swallowed sun.

3 minutes 15 seconds.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself," he says. "I hope you're with friends. I can see it too, here in the garden. It's blue gray black silver -- everything is darker here. I look up at it and it's everything. Still, there's something beyond it-- you. You're beyond it." He smiles a little. "Is that corny? I dunno, but I believe it."

He takes another breath.

"I know you can hear me. I don't know if you can talk back. It's okay if you can't. If you're confused that's okay too," he says, trying desperately to explain when he barely knows himself. "I'm not-- I'm not one of the others, if that helps. You probably won't hear me like this again. I don't know. Surely there's gonna be other eclipses like these while you..."

Central trails off for a second.

"Hey, listen," he says after a moment. "That's a good thought, isn't it? I want you to stay here long enough for the next one. Stay here so I can talk to you again and know you hear it for once. I talk to you a lot you know? Me in the garden. I know there's lots of me, that we're all kinda this constellation of a idea of a man. I'm not upset or mad about that. I'm you. I'm you and I love you."

1 minute 25 seconds. Running out of time.

"Try not to beat yourself up. Try to keep going. Talk to your friends," he continues. "Talk to the others--really work with them. Talk to me if it helps. I'll listen."

He's crying now, a little. "Even when you feel like I'm not here, I am. I am. I live in this place beneath your bones, where else would I be-- where else could I be? Who I am is what you've made me, and I'm something else now. We're both different-- we've changed each other."

He smiles despite the tears rolling down his face. "You know that, though, right? You've figured that out? Because of you, I'm me."

57 seconds.

"You are so loved," he says, and it's a strained whisper. "You can feel that at least, I hope. Even if you usually can't tell that I'm here, even if I can't ever do this again--" He chokes up, has to take precious moments to regain his voice.

"I love you," he repeats finally, somewhat hoarse and somewhat dumbly, because if he can only give them one thing, it's knowing, certainty, fuel against doubt. That's most important to him.

23 seconds.

"You're not making this up..." Central says. A pause. "Well, maybe you are? I don't know how this works, and we're the same thing in the end, so it doesn't matter if it's me or you. It's love, Commander, the point is love. Please remember."

11 seconds.

"Remember I'm here, and I always am and will be even if it doesn't feel like it," he says. "Remember that I love you. Those two things are all I ask."

7 seconds.

"...Commander?"

3 seconds.

Please let them have heard.

1 second.

I hear you, echoes a voice around the garden. It sends his senses spinning and sparking and useless. I love you too, Central. I love you. I love you.

Are they crying? he thinks distantly. He wants to comfort them, tell them it's okay because it is it is-- they heard him!

The sky brightens, Central looks away from it, blinks the moisture from his own eyes and pushes to his feet from the kneeling position he finds himself in. He stumbles slightly as he makes his way to the porch, doesn't make it up the steps, just sits on the second stairs heavily.

Central looks past the sun to their heart. More information seeps into his head-- the next total eclipse they might be present for is in... Central's head swims at the number. They won't be alive then, barring something going terribly wrong or right. No, this was it.

He closes his eyes, takes a shuddering breath in.

It has to be enough.

[sparenone-archives]

Thank you everyone whose messaging me and giving me words of encouragement. <3 It means so much to me because I don’t like being so open about things but I’ve had several bad experiences in rp. From taking a haitus for several years because of negativity to being ran out of the marvel fandom because of bullies, your words make me feel a lot better.   I certainly needed them today because my Corona test came back positive this morning so I’m pretty down today in general about things but I’m gonna try to keep my head up and fight this. I’m having issues breathing and this cough is killing my chest. Anyways, I’ll be in drafts and stuff. I’m 10 away from finish them then I’ll get to starters that I owe. 

Once again thank you...thank you all who have reached out to me and have given me words of encouragement. <3

[strawberryfitzsherbert]

tag dump: the sequel

❛ I just poured my heart out to a frog ❜    •     STARTER CALL.

❛ oh don’t you start ❜    •     ANSWERS.

❛ dashing, steely-eyed, suave, smouldering… ❜    •     SELF PROMO.

❛ you’re my light ❜    •     PROMO.

❛ oh man — that is a good queue! ❜    •     QUEUE.

❛ after today nothing sounds weird ❜    •     MEME.

❛ not so suave ❜   •     OOC.

❛ it doesn’t get any better than this ❜    •     CORONA.

❛ misunderstood good guy ❜    •     ABOUT.

❛ could’ve guessed. should’ve known. now i do. ❜    •     MUSINGS.

❛ the tales of flynnigan rider ❜    •     FIC.

❛ brush to page ❜    •     ART.

❛ i’m touched! ❜    •     KEEP.

❛ you’ll always be my best buddy! ❜    •     EUGENE & LANCE.

[nowat-shesdaylight]

thank you all so much for the birthday wishes 🥺 i know this is just tumblr rp and a hobby but i truly cannot express how much i appreciate every single one of you and how blessed i am to call you guys my friends.    i really really love u guys, thank you!!

[waitlifted]

(( so a channel I like that talks about disney music through an LGBT lens just put out another excellent video on queercoding and villainy and how sometimes it feels weirdly empowering and now I’m really thinking more about like a villain!cass who’s more of her own free will

like imagine if she turns against corona, not because she was being manipulated and used, but because society just pushed and pushed and pushed her until she snapped and decided “you know what, if this is the world we’re fighting for, it’s not worth saving” ))

[aleximedicusa]

oof.

[suverennaya-moved]

why are americans working religion into wearing a face mask i am ?? so confused with the people in this nowthis politics video ???

[chooserofslain]

OUT OF VALHALLA -- I was planning on being here tonight but wHOOPS I realized I have a week to do a whole bucket load of “ educator training courses ” that I should have been working on since may and if I don’t finish them ... I don’t get paid in August ! EXCITING ! I also have both jobs, planning for the fall, family stuff  & --- finals for the class I’m taking so ... I might be a little slower than usual. Send me good vibes that I can make it through it all !