#she is my favorite oc.. love to think about her�� put her in situations..

[shripscapi]

she makes a peculiar Venus

[sun-marie]

for any oc you want

What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

thank you for the ask <3333 i'm gonna go with Anwen Hawke for this one since she's been on my mind :3

19. What is your general favorite thing about the character? What is your least favorite?

Favorite: idk how to really articulate but like. Anwen is so cool. She doesn't get stuck second guessing herself, she just acts, and even if a situation goes haywire she rolls with the punches. She has the resilience of a stubborn shit-stain that won't come off your boot, and even if she has a generally lighthearted front attitude most of the time, she is truly an intimidating presence when she wants to be.

But like, at the same time, at the heart of it is a woman who's just trying to get by and be a decent person. At her core, I think Anwen has a very sweet part of herself, and while that part can get buried by a lot of her circumstances, she's not trying to hide it. And I love her for it <3

Least Favorite: *gripping her by the shoulders and shaking her* - "Anwen bby girl please make better decisions i am begging you". Like, she sticks her nose into a lot of situations she does not need to be a part of, especially in Act 1. Two examples off the top of my head:

Example #1: As an apostate mage, as soon as she got a whiff of templar nonsense going on she should have dropped looking for Keran, but noooo not only did she track him down but then she mouthed off to the knight captain's face and put herself and her sister on the Chantry's radar 😭

Example #2: Anwen had no right to win the Arishok duel, anyone could have told you that she was going to get herself killed. Even though she won, he nearly did kill her and left her scarred for life, physically and emotionally. Was it selfless? Yes. Was it heroic? Yes. Was it an Objectively Stupid thing to do? Also yes 💀

Character Asks Game

[lyinginmeadow]

Imprimere sole I Paul Lahote x Swan!OC

Summary: One Swan sister left to live with her mother, while the other stayed behind, making friends of her own on the reservation. Friends who grew up and changed, leaving her confused and hurting. Word count: 3,8k

TW: angst, abandonment, injury, curse words A/N: The story takes place before the events of twilight, but it will caught up to it in no time! I changed a lot (like the ages of Jared and Paul, they are older: 17/18ish), so be aware. It will probably be long, too, haha. I also posted it on wattpad, so if anyone's interested <3 Chapter 1 - indigo ->

I couldn't understand how everything fell apart so quickly. One day, I was laughing with all my friends in the cafeteria, and the next day, they were all gone, avoiding my calls. What hurt the most was that they didn't tell me the reason for their departure. It started innocently. Sam was close to graduating, but before he could, he disappeared. He came back just to finish his final exams, ghosting not only our friend group but also Leah, who was his girlfriend. 

She tried to make it look like it didn't bother her, but it did. It especially stung since she dedicated two weeks to finding him when he went missing. She tried her best to reach him, but to no avail, and before she could attempt to save her relationship with him, her family whisked her away to visit her relatives a month before summer officially started. And due to a bad reception, we couldn't talk as much, making her the second friend lost in just under a month.

Sam started to act weird; instead of thinking of college like he always dreamed about, he looked as if he was on steroids. He grew at least a foot taller, cutting his locks and getting a tattoo. A stern, conscious look replaced his easygoing smile.

Jared heard from his mom that Sam decided to stay, forfeiting his dream, which didn't sound like him. He always talked about his plans with such passion. He almost gave all of us a heart attack when neither of us could reach him. He disappeared for two weeks, and after returning, he acted as if he didn't know us. And frankly, we didn't know him; he changed completely.

The next person to leave was Jared, who bad-mouthed Sam for his decisions, making fun of the situation. The jokes subsided, and he became distant. When I visited La Push with Paul, I would see glimpses of Jared with Sam. He stopped coming to school, making both of us worried. Did they become a part of a gang? I tried to reach both of them, but Jared's parents refused to let either of us in, and as far as I knew, Sam was never home anymore, so I didn't even bother coming. I couldn't shake the bad feeling that things were about to get worse.

What once was a friend group of 5 had now transformed into just Paul and me. He reassured me that nothing could come between us, that he loved me, and that he would make sure we got our friends back someday.

It started as a simple fever. Paul and I went out to enjoy the sun. Walking along the beach, the rays were tickling my cheeks, making me smile in contentment. Summer had always been my favorite season because it was the time when we would throw bonfires every weekend, go camping, and be awake till the late hours without a care in the world.

Paul's eyebrows pinched, his gaze shifting to the forest surrounding the beach. As if he were looking for something that wasn't there. Something I couldn't see. I reached out to take hold of his hand, but quickly pulled back. "Paul, you're burning up," I exclaimed, putting my hand on his forehead, worry lacing my voice.

He tried to dismiss my worries, his eyes still searching the trees, "I feel fine."

"Now is not the time to play hero. Come on, I'll drive." I offered, taking hold of his hand. He squeezed it, putting on a small smile. His gaze kept returning to the forest, but I didn't find it in me to care about the reason. I needed to take him home so he could eat some soup and be all better. I didn't want to admit to myself that this was how Sam and Jared left, too. With a simple fever.

I held onto that hope for the first week. I came by every day after school to check up on him, but his father didn't let me see him, even if I begged. He would send me on my way with the same sentence every day, "He doesn't want you to get sick, Lizzie. You know how he is."

But the truth was, I didn't know. Whenever one of us was sick, the other would sneak in and spend the entire time with them. Ever since we became best friends, that's how it was. Sitting in the car dad had repaired for me to use to commute to school, my eyes watered. The ache was magnifying in my chest every second. It didn't help that sleep seemed to evade me. Instead of dreamless nights, I woke up with an image of a wolf branded into my mind.

By the second week, the pain seemed to take over my whole body, and the sorrow melted into anger.

I plastered a fake smile for Charlie, and thankfully, he bought it. With him leaving in the early hours for his shift, he didn't see me waking up with tears staining my cheeks. Food had become less appetizing each day that passed. I never imagined someone leaving without a reason could leave such a hollow pain whenever I woke up. The colors of the world, once bright and golden, seemed dull in comparison.

Every movement felt impossible, but as the anger burned stronger, so did my will to not let any of them win. If they wanted to leave without so much as a goodbye, I would let them with a head held high.

Or at least that is what I wanted to do, what I intended. But the gaze of other students made my anger falter. Their eyes filled with pity, that I had no one in here anymore.

I was a stranger who attended this school because I grew up around La Push rather than in Fork. My childhood was spent with Sue and her children. Now that my friends had disappeared from my life, I had no ties to La Push, just memories. 

The only person trying to get to me was Embry, but whenever he sat down to talk to me, within the next minute, Jacob would drag him away.

Jake and I used to play together when we were children, but we grew apart when he found his friend group and I found mine. I was also older and gravitated toward being friends with his sister rather than him. Tormenting him was an added bonus, he didn't like to be reminded of. He also didn't forgive me for dating Paul, whom he found excessively annoying. A fact I understood, since Paul sometimes seemed like an asshole. From what I heard, now more than ever. And Jake assumed that I would join the guys and become the same, so he tried to protect Embry from it. Needless to say, every time Jake visited with Billy was painfully awkward.

One day, I finally got hold of Leah. I cursed the one who decided that she had to go off-grid right when I needed her here. But before I got the chance to say anything, she mumbled the words that Sam had broken up with her. Over the phone.

What a fucking coward.

I spent the whole phone call cursing him out, trying to bring Leah's mood up. Her parents, mostly Sue, insisted that since her behavior had changed so drastically given the breakup, they would probably come back at the end of July, extending their stay. More than a month from now. I tried to sound positive, telling her to find a nice rebound. That Sam was a fool for letting someone as perfect as her go. She guessed something was off with me, but fortunately didn't press.

I cut all contact with Bella, my sister, making up excuses about finals and exams that had me studying. But even she wore the same look as everyone else. Her look of pity haunted me in my dreams. It was mixed with a tinge of worry that was not strong enough for her to call Charlie and demand what was happening. Maybe if she lived here, she would try to help me. But she didn't, she was miles away with our mother in Phoenix. Not intend to move to gloomy old Forks anytime soon.

By the third week, I felt as if I was losing my mind. School was over, and I didn't have anything to keep my mind focused on. Maybe all I craved was a proper closure. Ending the years I spent pouring my love into something. But deep down, I knew that the cut they opened with their departure wouldn't heal by simply getting answers. Still, I couldn't know for sure if I didn't try. I called the Lahote residence again, but was met with a mere voicemail. "Fine," I grumbled. I took out the soup I made for Dad from the fridge, and took off.

The engine of the old red BMW roared as I soared through the forest to the familiar town.

Paul's house was small, the light blue color now faded due to the old age of the building. Parking the car in the driveway, I tried ringing the doorbell, but I was met with no answer. The anger ignited again, putting down the container next to the front door, I decided to look around the premises. 

His window was on the other side, overlooking the backyard and forest, but his room was empty, bed undone. The whole room was a mess, clothes lying on the floor, and stuffing of the pillows scattered around. I sighed, looking at the mess, noticing a broken frame in the middle of it.

A photo Leah took of the two of us just two months ago. He looked at me like I hung the moon while I was laughing about something Jared had said. We were celebrating Sam's birthday, and everything was perfect. Maybe not as perfect as I thought. Was he thinking back then about leaving?

Tears welled up in my eyes, stinging. I whipped around, leaving the scene behind me. They were making their way down my cheek as I sped through La Push. Leaving the town behind me, the forest lining the main road became a blur.

Stepping on the brakes, the car came to a screeching halt. I could barely see through the tears. And as much as I was hurting, I was not a reckless driver. Charlie drilled into me how important being a conscious driver was, and how it could save lives. I witnessed firsthand how a car crash could tear a family into pieces. 

My friends might have abandoned me, but the places we used to go to were still here. I hiked through the woods, cursing my past self for picking out a summer dress and flats that were not suitable for Washington conditions. 

After what felt like an hour of a never-ending tangle of greenery, the rays of sunshine broke through.

A soft smile flashed over my face as I sat down, looking over the scenery. The ocean roared just beneath, the salt was heavy in the air even from this distance. It was summer, but the wind was still cold; the only thing making it tolerable was the sun shining high above.

Closing my eyes, memories came rushing through. Of the time I first met him, and how it changed my perspective. Even back then, I knew there was something special about the scruffy kid from Tacoma.

No one wanted to play with him, Leah even stuck her tongue out, when he came to the playground asking if he could play with us. The boys ran each time, not wanting to bond with an outsider.

Not me.

I came over to him, extending my hand toward him. He didn't seem to trust me at first, his eyes narrowed. "I'm Lizzie, let's play together." I smiled, dimples flashing. He slowly took it, a smile appearing not long after. "I'm Paul." He mumbled, and I squeezed his hand before dragging him toward the others.

"This is Paul, he's my new best friend." I flashed everyone a cheeky smile. Leah was not happy I replaced her, so I had to promise her that he was the boy-best friend and she was more like my sister than anything, which she accepted, but I had to pinky promise. Since then, they entered a competition on who would have more of my attention. But both of them held a special place in my heart for different reasons.

Another one flashed by.

He took me to the place we always hang out together when we wanted to get away from our friends. We thought we were being sneaky, but in truth, they always knew where we were venturing off to. But Leah bullied Sam and Jared into giving us space because she knew how much I wanted to spend time with my childhood crush. It was ridiculous since he didn't seem to return those feelings.

We were sitting there, laughing about some gossip, when suddenly he tensed up. The sun was beginning to set, which meant we would have to head back. He turned to face me, blushing.

"I like you. A lot." He said nervously. I never saw him being nervous about anything, much less girls. He always seemed so natural when talking to them, and normally, I was no exception. Blinking a couple of times to shake the thoughts of Paul being with other people, you smiled.

"I like you, too, silly. Took you long enough." Before he could react, I kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss, but a memorable one nonetheless.

A tear slipped down my cheek. I was so exhausted that sleep didn't seem to find me back home. But here, surrounded by all the memories, laughter echoing, my consciousness slipped away from me.

The cold breeze made me jerk awake. The sun was now long gone, the moonlight resting on my face. "Shit, shit, shit." I hastily stood up. Feeling light-headed, I had to find the nearest tree for support. Charlie's going to kill me was the first thought that popped into my head. If I didn't kill myself first trying to get back on the road.

In the daytime, I had no problem navigating the woods. I grew up around here, and it was as natural as breathing. But nighttime was a different story. My inner compass didn't seem to work properly.

I mindlessly sped through the forest, becoming more and more frustrated. Tears were now freely running down my cheek, obscuring my vision further. How could I have been so stupid to go here alone? Not that I had anyone who would accompany me.

The greenery seemed endless, the stray branches lashing my face and hands as I quickened my pace in sheer panic. I stupidly left my phone in the car, dad was probably freaking out already, wondering why I wasn't safe at home.

Lost in panic, my foot caught on a rock, making me lose balance. My ankle caved, twisting at an unnatural angle, as I took a tumble down a small rocky hill. I began to shake uncontrollably as anxiety mixed with pain from my wounds rocked through me, sitting in a little creek that soaked my clothes.

I tried to stand up, but my ankle didn't let me. Sobbing harder, I sat there for what felt like an hour. 

But the inner voice, the one last part trying to keep me sane, urged me to stand up. Get out of the cold water. My scraped palms found slippery rocks, using them to crawl out of the creek one by one.

I was so tired and cold. All I truly wanted was to curl up and just shut my eyes for a little bit, reveling the the sound of his voice. In my nightmares, it usually didn't sound so soft.

"Billy called." Sam's rough voice shattered Paul's train of thought. He barely lifted his gaze to meet his. Being away from Lizzie hurt like nothing he had ever experienced. He didn't understand it. He loved her, but he couldn't have her. Not until he learned to control himself. And even then, the secret was too big for him to risk it. And bringing her in on it was not an option; it would put not only her but the pack in danger. And as much as he hated himself for hurting her, it was the right thing to do. It didn't change the fact that he couldn't bring himself to fully let her go. 

He went to the Swan house just to make sure she was okay every chance he got. His heart was breaking more in the process of being there and not being able to touch her or look into her eyes.

See her smile, which made the colors dance and the world around dim. 

Jared didn't want to patrol with him anymore, since he was so snappy around everyone. And Sam didn't know how to help him, so he let him visit her house, even when he knew how unhealthy it was. He was dealing with taking care of Emily, who was still in the hospital after he had hurt her. Another reason added to the growing list of why Lizzie was better off without him.

But Paul couldn't help himself, something was pulling him to her. And the pain seemed to subdue by a fraction, just to be replaced by his conscience.

"They can't find Liz. She didn't come home from school."

Time slowed. Before Sam could order him anything, Paul bolted out the door. The one time he doesn't accompany her car from school to home, she decides to disappear. All possibilities run through his head like a thunderstorm. What if scenarios that he wasn't able to stop. She could be lying in the ditch somewhere. A car crash. Or a vampire.

He shifted, discarding his clothes in the process. Running through the wood, he tried to catch her scent, any sign of her. His heart was beating faster with every second he couldn't find her. He could hear Sam shouting orders in his mind, but it was all drowned out by his worry for her. It was she who occupied his every thought, his entire existence.

He couldn't understand how she had such a strong hold on him. She always seemed to be the light that shone, guiding him. It was like that since he met her all those years ago.

Running onto the road, not a care in the world that something could hit him. His gaze found a small red car parked at the side of the road, all abandoned.

Her car.

He sent a message through his mind to Sam, informing him of the new development, and took off running.

He knew this part of the forest, and he knew her. If she needed to clear her head, she came here. She always came to this spot with him. Why didn't he think of it? But before he got to it, he caught her scent. She was so close.

The moon was shining, casting shadows on the path. Paul slowed down, changing the course to her location. He could hear her now, quietly sobbing, muttering an incoherent melody. He peeked through the thick greenery, trying not to make a sound. His wolf form was hard to hide, but her eyes were closed. She was shivering, her drenched clothes hanging onto her form.

He stifled a whine coming out of his throat. "I've got her." Sending another mental message down the shared bond between his brothers, he backed up a couple of steps, losing sight of her once again. He shifted back to his human form.

Thankfully, since he and his brothers came to these parts of the woods often, there was a bag of clothes nearby.

Coming back to her, she didn't change her position, still hugging her shivering form. He stepped closer, kneeling before her, but she didn't notice him. She seemed to be lost in a trance. His warm palm found her freezing hand, making her snap out of it. Lizzie gasped out loud, eyes opening in shock, looking around frenzied, disoriented. "Shh, it's me. I've got you." He cooed. 

Her eyes found his, and even in the darkness of the night, he felt it. The world shifted, everything seemed to blur as time slowed for just a second. The bond held him captive.

He was scared, terrified even, to face her after he shifted. Putting her in danger was one of the reasons he distanced himself. But the thought of not having her as an imprint terrified him. 

What if they spend years together just for an imprint to ruin it? Sam tried to fight it, but it was useless. What if he wasn't strong enough to fight it? He couldn't stomach the thought of someone coming between the two of them. He felt conflicted since her being his imprint meant she was a part of this dangerous world now. No way out.

She sobbed, snapping him out of the trance, "Paul?"

He blinked in shock, trying to regain composure. He needed to get her out, preferably to a hospital. "Are you hurt?" He searched every inch of her shivering body, which was now reaching towards him in an attempt to warm itself up.

She nodded, looking down at her ankle. She was missing a shoe, her leg was swollen and red. He reached out to touch it to examine how bad the wound was only for her to wince.

"Let's get you out of here, okay?" He whispered, trying to keep calm even when his own heart was racing. He gently picked her up, letting her put her scraped palms on his chest to warm up.

She didn't speak the whole way to the car, where Jared was already waiting. "Sam went to the Swan house to tell Charlie." He nodded, barely acknowledging him as he put Lizzie in the backseat of her car.

She opened her eyes to look up at him, pleading with him not to let go. He gently squeezed her hand, "I need to drive, beautiful." He whispered again before shutting the door. He jumped into the driver's seat, speeding through the woods to the hospital in Forks, leaving Jared behind. It was not ideal by any means. He didn't want her anywhere near Dr. Fang, but he had no choice. She needed medical attention, and they could offer it. The only thing Paul could do was hope, he didn't have tonight's shift.

[secretsofafangirll]

you're still my favorite girl

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary: in which chris and isabelle are childhood best friends, who have always had underlying romantic feelings for one another. when chris starts hanging around other girls, isabelle can't help but question their relationship.

tw: talk of insecurity, kind of soft!dom chris, sexual situations but no real smut. mention of fem!oc being "tiny". use of "ma'".

"Come on, Belle," Chris shoots his hand out for her wrist and pulls himself from the couch as she walks away, "You'll have fun, I promise. Madi's gonna be there, Matt and Nick are going. If you're not gonna go for yourself, at least go for them." He pleads staring down at her, fiddling with her fingers.

"No, Chris. I'm sorry, but I'm not going. The last time I went to a party, someone threw up on me and one of Madi's old friends called me ugly, so," She raises her brows at the boy, "I will be staying in the comfort of my bed for the night with Sam and Colby on my screen."

She starts to walk away but Chris reaches out for her again, this time wrapping an arm around her waist hand colliding with her stomach and pulling her back, "Chris!" She giggles as she stumbles, her back coming in contact with his chest.

"Just stay here, B. I'll want to be with you when I get home. Just curl up in my bed and steal my clothes like you always do, hm?" He tickles her ribs and flexes his bicep around her frame.

"Fine," She huffs, throwing her head back against his chest, "but I'm wearing that unicorn, rainbow bullshit hoodie." Putting a finger in the air, she pulls away from his body, and heads for his bedroom.

"Okay, then I'm gonna head over. Be safe. I'll lock the door behind me and don't answer unless it's me, Nick or Matt. Behave." He points and narrows his eyes at me.

"Yes, sir." She jokes, putting her hands behind her back and bowing at the man. His eyes glaze over momentarily and his cool guy act falters for a moment.

"Love you, Belle."

"I love you, Chris." She calls and makes way to his bedroom.

༺♰༻

It's been three and a half hours since Chris left and Isabelle has heard nothing but silence. Not one text or call. She called and texted him several times to ask when he's planning on getting home, as she's getting tired, but he hasn't responded to a single one.

She worries that something bad has happened to him but she knows that Nick and Matt would've called if anything went wrong. While Sam and Colby play quietly in the background of her thoughts, she chomps on her acrylic nails and stares off into space.

Anxious thoughts fill her mind and tiredness threatens to take over. What if he's hurt? What if something happened to Nick and Matt and Chris doesn't have time to tell me? What if Nick and Matt have no idea something is wrong with Chris and he's just suffering all alone with no one aware?

She knows this is the worst thing for her to be doing right now, so to distract herself, she hops out of his bed and saunters into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she softly pads toward his bedroom door, she hears her phone vibrate against his nightstand. Immediately relief floods her chest and she turns on her heels to run back. She lunges for her phone and is only met with disappointment when she sees that it was just a stupid Instagram notification. But her heart drops when she sees it was Chris who caused the notification in the first place. So he has time to post on Instagram, but not to text his best friend back? Makes total sense!

She reluctantly clicks on the notification to open a story he posted. It's him with one of his other good friends in the influencer space, Paige. He has an arm draped over her shoulders while she curls into his side and blows a fake kiss at his smirking, smug face. The text on the photo reading, My day 1 #1 @paige.

An unfamiliar feeling washes over her. His day one number one? She thinks. What about me? I've known you since kindergarten.

She doesn't know how to describe this feeling. It was like her favorite toy being pried from her hands as a child. Or the spot on the best team in the world being given to someone else. Being given to someone better. Was it jealousy?

No way. She thinks. He's my best friend, I'm not jealous of someone who he's possibly romantically interested in. But when she taps on her profile and sees she also posted a story, she knows exactly what to expect. And boy is she jealous when she sees it.

Paige's post is a different picture. It's a picture of them, back to back. both with sunglasses pointing finger guns at the camera. Nothing's funny about the picture, but Isabelle can't help but laugh. Not at the way they look or the stupid sunglasses, but because Isabelle posted that exact picture of her and Chris not that long ago. She taps through a highlight dedicated to her best friends and two months ago, that exact pose pops up.

Rage courses through her veins. Jealousy and rage flow all throughout her body. You wanna steal my man and my posts? She thinks. And Chris wants to blatantly ignore my attempts to contact him but then be active on social media anyway? Go right ahead.

At this point, she doesn't want to call him or text him. She doesn't even really want to see him at all. Hell, she has half the mind to drive back to her own house and let him find his house empty. But she knows that isn't the right thing to do. So she stays put and tries her best to fall asleep in her best friend's bed.

༺♰༻

Isabella had fallen asleep. Comfortable and warm in Chris hoodie and in his bed. He slowly crept in the front door with Matt and Nick two hours later, careful not to wake the sleeping girl. He signaled with his hand for the two to keep it down as he walked in. Though suddenly, Nick dropped his phone and the smack echoed through the entire house.

Chris' head whips around to Nick with wide eyes "Dude," he whisper shouts, "Shut the fuck up."

Matt and Nick make it to their respective bedroom quickly and quietly, eager to go to sleep after such a long night. Chris, on the other hand, is eager to see his sweet best friend. He ever so carefully pushes down the door handle and cracks the door to see Isabelle sleeping so peacefully on his bed, drowning in his large hoodie she swore she would wear. Her soft breaths making her hair move with every exhale, her small hand resting on the pillow beside her head. He takes a moment to take in her beauty. He can't help it. Chris has always thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. With her long dark hair and piercing green eyes, he could never deny beauty like that, even if she's his best friend.

He tips toes to his closet and closes the door behind him to change. He peels off his shoes pants and shirts, stripping to his boxers. He doesn't have it in him to shower tonight. After forcing himself to socialize with people he didn't even really like that much, all he wants to do is cuddle with the one person he can never get tired of being around. He quietly exits his closet, grateful that his girl is still asleep. He creeps over to his side of the bed and slides in carefully next to her.

He scoots in closer to her and wraps an arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. He peels the hood from her head and places a loving kiss on the top of it. However, he feels her shift beside him and she pulls her body away from his altogether, leaving no part of her touching him at all, save for his hand which is still tacked on to her waist. When he doesn't take the hint, she reaches behind herself, grabs his hands, and roughly tosses it off of her body.

Chris' brows raise in shock at her rejection and when he reaches out for her again, she scoots even further away, almost falling off the bed.

"Belle," He whispers. No answer. "Belly," He tries again a little louder. Still nothing. "Isabelle," He speaks in a normal speaking voice and places a hand on her hip but she only shrugs him off again and doesn't answer. He props himself up on his elbow stretches his body over hers and turns on the light, "Isabelle Bianca Lavigne, if you don't tell me why you won't let me touch you right now, I swear to god B," He trails off, his voice stern and assertive.

Isabelle finally answers at this, her face bare of any makeup, only covered in sadness and mild insecurity and she turns to face him. His eyes soften slightly at her expression but he maintains composure and control of the situation. He's always had that power over her. And in a strange way, both of them like it more than they should.

"There's nothing to say, I'm just hot." She lies through her teeth, and turns back over.

"Bullshit," He scoffs, "You're in a thick ass sweatshirt, under my heavy ass comforter and turned my fan off. Plus, you're always freezing cold. So try again, Isabelle, and this time, don't lie to me."

"Okay, Chris, if you don't want me to lie," She spits and turns to face him, "I text you five times and I call you six. I leave four voicemails and I even call Matt and yet, I get nothing but radio fucking silence from everyone. Then, my phone buzzes and when I think it's my best friend finally texting me back, I see he's posting on Instagram instead. And not only that," She continues, looking around the room as if there are imaginary cameras around, "He's posting other girls, calling them his number ones, as if his, correct me if I'm wrong, best friend isn't worried sick in his bed, because he won't text her back. So, sue me, if I don't want you to touch me right now, as I'm not feeling very loved." She huffs, rolls back over and turns the light back off.

Chris sits, his mouth agape in silence. She can shut him up real damn fast, it seems. She's never said anything like that to him. He's around other girls all the time and she's never reacted like that before. He blows out a long breath before reaching for her body again. He drapes an arm over her waist and starts to pull her against him again.

She struggles against his strength again but he whispers her name over and over in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She gives in and relaxes in his grip, "There we go. Relax and let me talk to you, okay? And let me see that face, hm?" He pulls the hood from her head and turns the lamp on once again. There she is. He whispers to himself.

"Is this about Paige?" He questions, turning her onto her back and pulling her impossibly closer to his chest. He brushes her hair out of her face and behind her ear, his hand slipping under the hoodie and onto her bare stomach, his pinky slipping under the waistband of her panties; a habit he had made when she got comfortable enough to sleep without any pants on.

"Christopher," She groans slapping her hands over her face, "It's embarrassing."

"No," He grabs her wrists and pulls her hands from he face, "it's not. She's just a friend, I promise. She wanted to post those for some P.R. bullshit. I barely know her." He swears, looking into her innocent green eyes. His left hand plays with the hair on her forehead and his right hands still lies on her stomach and halfway in her underwear.

"You don't understand, Chris. I already have a hard time being your friend because of your fans. Sometimes I question if any of this is even worth it and then when I see shit like this, other women who just think you're young and sexy, claiming you and shit, it just makes me wonder if I'm really your best friend or if you just keep me around because you feel like you have to. There are so many women who could have, who should have you, but I feel like I'm just keeping you from being happy. Fuck, I mean, I react like this when someone just posts some bullshit about you. It's actually pathetic Chris. And not to mention, Paige is gorgeous. Like, the kind of beautiful you think is made up. Shes blonde and skinny and kind and social and successful, and everything I'm not. Just seeing you with her, looking so happy and so friendly and close. It made me want to tear my skin off, Chris. I've never felt like that before, and it's really scaring me."

Chris looks stunned next to her, his hand frozen on her head and on her waist. He closes his eyes and shakes is head, "Wait back up. One, fuck my fans and what they have to say about you. I love you more than I love any single one of them. Two, you are my best friends. Always have been. No other woman is ever gonna come between that. Third, sure Paige is pretty, but you. Oh, Belle, I call you princess for a reason. You are the most beautiful woman I have seen and I never want to hear you say you aren't, what was it, skinny, kind, social and successful ever again, do you understand?" He grabs her jaw and forces her face on his. She just stares into his eyes and nods like she's under a spell. "You are a goddess to me, Isabelle. If I have to get your name tattooed on my forehead and that promise burned into my skin for you to believe me, I will." He looks down into her eyes once more, his grip still strong on her chiseled jaw.

She leans into his warm body, his bare chest on display for her to touch. She flattens her hand against his left peck and stares into his blue eyes. His right hand moves to the small of her back, his pinky still in her panties. He presses her body into his, pushing her stomach into his groin. The two of them suddenly become very aware of two things: (1) The meaning of the conversation they just had. (2) The lack of clothing both of them have on. Chris clad only in his boxers and her in his sweatshirt with no shirt or bra and a pair of tiny lace panties.

"I don't just love you, Isabelle," He whispers, "I'm in love with you. You're my best girl, always have been. I can meet a thousand girls like Paige and you'll always be my favorite girl."

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," She sighs, before stretching her neck to meet his, her nose brushing against his.

"God, Isabelle, you're gonna be the death of me", Chris breathes, before roughly pressing his lips against hers. He rolls himself onto his back, with his back pressed against the headboard. He grabs her hips and hoists her over his lap, allowing her to straddle his thighs. She places her hands on his shoulders as his hands roam her tiny body. The kiss is wild and wet as their tongues exchange saliva between them. Isabella involuntarily grinds her hips down into his, but Chris is too caught up in the kiss to notice.

"Tell me, ma', " He breaks the kiss and catches his breath, "Say it. Tell me you love me. I can't keep kissing you if I don't hear you say it."

She leans into his ear and blows a soft breath, causing his body to shudder, "I'm in love with you, Chris. I always have been."

With that, his hands squeeze her waist and his lips are back on hers. The kiss is rough and passionate and insanely sloppy. This time, when Isabelle swivels her hips on his, his breathe hitches and his hands shoot out to stop her, "Baby, baby." He pulls away form the kiss and the loss of suction sounds around the room, "You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now, but I'm too tired to fuck you how you deserve. I need you to answer me honestly Princess, will you be able to control yourself if I don't stop now?" He tilts his head. She bites her bottom lip and gives him guilty fuck me eyes, shaking her head. "So do I have to stop?" He questions one more time to be sure.

"I think so," She drops her hands from his shoulders and places them on his thighs behind her, her hips still moving slightly against his grip.

"That's okay. We can go to bed, I can hold you as much as I want. and in the morning, we can figure all of this out and if you're good, I'll fuck as hard and as good as my best girl deserves, how's that sound? Hm?" He questions, running his hands up her waist, teasingly tugging on her panties and letting them snap back every here and there.

"Fine, I guess." She gives in and flops over to her side, off of his lap, turning away from him.

"Ma' ," He chuckles softly, "I'm doing this for you, ya' know kid? I could fuck you right now, but it wouldn't be that good and you know that." He pulls her back over to face him and hikes her thigh over his lap and stomach as he lays down beside her, he head resting on his chest.

"Mhmmm" She hums annoyed and tired, lazily bucking her hips against his literal hip bone and groin.

"Settle, ma', " He whispers gripping her hip tightly and turning off the lamp. The two fall asleep, her hands curled up under her jaw and his hands roaming every inch of the body that will soon belong to him.

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a/n: alright! how do we feel? i definitely got a little carried away and i'm not sure how i feel. let me know please! also, let me know if ya'll want a part 2.

like and reblog pls!!! i need my blog to grow....

all the love, she ☆

part 2 here!!!

[pearlescentzine]

Pearlescentzine contributors - part 2!

@digitaldiscocat ; Disco (he/it/they) is a queer and neurodivergent artist and author, with a special interest in Minecraft YouTube. It is excited to work with fellow Pearlescentmoon lovers and is grateful to be part of this zine!

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@echolocati0n-art ; Hello! My name is Echo. I'm a 20 year old butch artist and content creator! I'm currently obsessed with me and my friends OCs, one piece, and of course minecraft content! My profile picture is by LocalWheel.

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@eydilily ; I'm a relatively new hermitcraft artist that immediately fell in love with Pearl's energy and creative drive. Super excited to have my first zine in this fandom to be dedicated to her!

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@boxofoxberry ; hihi my name is fruut!! since getting into this lovely community pearl verrry quickly made her way up to be one of my favourite creators! i'm so so honoured to be a part of this project and to be working with such amazing people <3

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@isjasz ; Hi I'm Jas! Love drawing and painting block people—and watching Pearl's streams in the background. DO2, hungry hermits, and variety streams my beloveds <3

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@itsfreakintacohead ; Hello! My name is Taco! I���m a fan artist and animator who (mostly) creates entirely in the Mcyt space! I love all forms of RPG dearly and contributing to the communities in ways like this! :>

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@whimsicalmists ; Heyoo hii I'm Ju!! I've been watching hermitcraft since season 8 and Pearl became my comfort youtuber from the first video of hers that I watched. She's the reason why I started posting art in the first place, so I thought i'd be fitting for me to participate for the first time ever in the zine dedicated to her and her incredible work! Very grateful to be here :D

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@kayawolfhorse ; Kaya is a writer whose hobbies include thinking about her beloved cubitos and putting them in a variety of situations. Pearl has been an all-around favorite of Kaya’s since she first started watching Hermitcraft during season 8, a fact made evident by the amount of times she’s written about Pearl’s character.

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@kotikaleo ; Hello, I'm a lil artist that loves cats and games! I have been watching Pearl ever since she joined Hermitcraft, and I am so exited to be part of this project!

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@maggymations ; Introducing Maggy or Mags! She joined the fandom only a year ago but has been watching MC content since she was little. This is the 5th zine she’s joined and she’s so excited to work with all the amazing creators here!

[homestuckreplay]

Act 2 Reread

It feels illegal to read 500 pages of this thing in a single day after only getting 4-5 pages per day for the last year+. anyway here's some thoughts on act 2

can you imagine opening up GameFAQs not knowing about the meteor apocalypse and finding Rose's walkthrough. you'd never believe a word of it. you'd be like 'what is wrong with this emo kid that they hate this game so much that they talk like it's the end of the world'

also, what's Rose's motivation for trying to save people's lives with her GameFAQ? is she selflessly trying to save the world or is she trying to be the savior so she looks cleverer than everyone else?

Dad's Serious Jester magazine uses the phrase Serious Business. I'm NOT wrong about Dad's friends being clowns and Hussie cannot gaslight me into thinking they're normal guys

Colonel Sassacre's book was involved in Nanna's death, crushing her as she fell from the ladder when a meteor struck her joke shop, and was involved in her resurrection, as Rose was trying to prototype the sprite with the book when Nanna was accidentally prototyped instead.

I genuinely think that ‘Somewhere a zealous god threads these strings between the clouds and the earth, preparing for a symphony it fears impossible to play. And so it threads on, and on, delaying the raise of the conductor's baton.’ (p.307) is my favorite line in all of Homestuck so far - definitely my favorite from the first two acts. So evocative, and the rhyme and the cadence in that second part is beautiful.

I cannot believe people on the forums genuinely believe Dave is cool. I feel like Act 2 makes it so explicit that he's pretending (and badly at that) but I've seen SO many people buy it.

When Dave makes an angry face, his anger comes across as much more serious than John and Rose do in similar situations. I don't know if I see it that way because of their personalities, or if it's because Dave's eyes are always hidden.

‘just once id like to see dad crap his pants when a kid says theres a vampire in his closet’ (p.386) put another way, Dave wishes he had a guardian who cares for and protects him.

When Rose walks downstairs and beholds the Zazzerpan statue for the first time (p.358), she's literally just sharing headcanons about her wizard OC. Her description matches up pretty well with Complacency of the Learned too.

Rose's house is so cool and I wish we'd gotten a walkaround flash for it. I kinda love how Rose went from a haunted house, to a remote mausoleum, to an ominous green mad science lab, back to a haunted house (on fire this time)... to a land of pastels and rainbows. unbelievable tone shift

It's VERY funny that John tells Rose she 'need[s] a new hobby' when she's psychoanalyzing (p.442). I wish we had more of their pre-Sburb conversations.

'the big red eye of a hot needle skipping on a groove its tracing 'round the earth. While lingering in midair its heat seems to suspend time itself, stretching it like warped vinyl' (p.444) definitely makes me think of the giant record that Jack and Bro are fighting on in '[S] Descend', especially as it's been cracked with a sword, which would definitely make its needle skip.

There are at least six different issues of GameBro visible in Dave and Bro's apartment, some of which are doubled up, meaning they're BOTH subscribed to this shit. :/

Rose did not need to remove the piano from Dad's study to make room for the punch designix. Girl there was room for both

It still seems pretty wild that Rose couldn't see into Dad's room until John went in there. Perhaps because Dad wasn't made through ectobiology and isn't 'part' of Sburb like the other guardians are, he's protected from Skaia's omniscience somewhat?

This act features the origin of the crumpled hat - a top hat owned by Dad, worn by an imp, crushed by Rose dropping a heavy bookcase on the imp, placed on John's head to get his attention, and thrown out the window by John when he's annoyed at his sylladex. From there, it falls down to LOWAS and gets found by Crumplehat, who dishonors his ancestors beyond comprehension with this frivolous accessory. This is of course the most important backstory of any item in Homestuck.

John refers to his early punch card alchemy as 'mad science' (p.531), and is excited about experimenting, fitting with the ectobiology he'll do in a couple of acts.

TG: PUPPETS TG: AWESOME TG: THATS REALLY ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER -- turntechGodhead [TG] changed his mood to RANCOROUS 😡 -- TT: John, I'm about to throw a bath tub through your wall. TT: Watch out. (p.537)

^ maybe the funniest pesterlog page of all time?

TT: I can't interact with you directly, or anything that you are touching, if it will result in moving you. [...] TT: The game probably regards that as a kind of cheating. TT: In a way, thieving you of your free will as an adventurer. (p.643)

I would say that 90% of Rose's theories about Sburb and about her friends are basically proven right by the narrative, but occasionally, she has some big misses. Thinking that Sburb wants its players to have free will might be the biggest of those misses in my opinion.

The WV bunker segment plays very differently now I know his backstory. In his commands to John, WV talks like a military commander before learning human etiquette. In Can Town, he dreams of an 'orderly, civil democracy' where things are 'mannerly and reasonable', 'friendly and happy'. and based on 'mutual respect' - the opposite of the Skaian battlefield - but he also imagines himself as a leader who's obeyed without question, far more similar to his work as a revolutionary. He trains these cans to fight, setting up a practice battle for them, but his goal is to arm them so they're able to mobilize as a unit against a greater threat. In '[S] WV: Rise up', the soldiers who followed WV were all armed and ready to use force, while WV himself was both the leader and the only one who got to be peaceful - he was the inspirational figurehead, and they were comparatively expendable. This dynamic is replicated in Can Town. WV might be against kings, but he has no problem with hierarchy, especially when he's at the top of it.

How the FUCK does '[S] WV: Ascend' manage to keep blowing my mind every time I watch it? surely I should be used to it by now?

Act 2 is also good!! It introduces some key processes and technology - command terminals, sprite prototyping, punch card alchemy, and appearification - and does a great job of taking these things step by step in their first appearance and slowly making them more difficult, as though I'm learning how to solve a new type of math problem. Like learning algebra in Act 2 before going on to learn calculus when things like time loops, dream selves and ectobiology start showing up later. In hindsight it's very easy to see how it sets up these building blocks that are really just the beginning.

[ccwpidsblog]

hi bb we're literally on the phone rn but im thinking about reader and how disappointed she'd be when her and the guys get to the base in London 😔

where are the trees? and the caves? where are the wandering tourists she can feast on? she's been happily eating exotic fruits on her island in brazil for decades and now shes forced to help these big nasty mortal brutes on their suicide missions. omg she's so so upset with her situation and hates that shes a woman of her word.

and to make it worse?? price won't even let her eat the new recruits or the men they hold hostage :((( not even a nibble. he's such a mean old man :(( like hows a girl supposed to get some nutrients around here? it's okay she might just eat johnny one day :)

i also made a moodboard?? for xoana cus she's one of my favorite ocs you've made. love you byeee

omg guys i have the best partner everrrr 🥹🥹

read wild woman for context

she is highly disappointed with the living conditions of the base. its smelly, loud, and unfortunately littered with men who are very interested in 141s newest member. thankfully the reader has very weird and off putting energy in like a sexy way ofc that causes them not to approach and those that do are quickly sent away with their tail between their legs when her eyes slit and she snarls at them like a caged animal. which price or kyle quickly show their disappointment in her behavior leaving her huffy. johnny and simon will it wholeheartedly encourage it though.

i can just imagine ghost taking her by the back of the neck like a scolded kitten when he catches her luring in a new recruit. just as shes about to take a bite he swooping in "we told you no eating." carrying her away while she snarls and curses.

on the topic of food she's not impressed by it but she does get free rain missions, killing as many as she can and making their jobs easier and she does get hostages sometimes. only the ones that choose to be extra difficult.

and poor johnny he knows no peace with her around but he doesn't wanna be saved.

[the-ellia-west]

Please tell me about your OC's from JoR also where can I find it it sounds completely awesome

AAAAHHHH TYSM FOR THE ASKKKK!!!

Sooo, Regretfully... JoR isn't out anywhere because I prefer to spruce up my art skills before I begin making a webcomic

However, I occasionally post about shenanigans and sometimes written scenes or dialogue!

It is, VERY MUCH a Work in Progress.

But the Main characters!!!! My lovely Hearth-wolves below the cut! (Beware, you told me to tell, and so I YAPPED)

Ronan, Our Lovely main character, is a vibrating ball of anger who loves sharp objects, punching things, and shouting. He is... by nature and motif, Violent. And not ashamed of it. He is driven by anger and high energy and to him, it's almost basically all he has left. Ronan is very loud and stubborn and doesn't like accepting help, and generally a little dismissive on accident. However, this energy does extend to how he loves and feels for things and people, as he loves very deeply and fiercely. He wears his heart on his sleeve and refuses to apologize for it. He's just a LITTLE stupid as he prefers to follow his heart rather than his head and very rarely thinks before he acts.

Next up is Finn, The wonderful leader of the group. He's level-headed and resourceful, making quick decisions and doing whatever he thinks is best for the greater good and his team. He's generally very respectful and well-mannered and loves to travel. He's an advocate for hard work and more than anything in the world he wants to be responsible and trusted with something big and important. He's the oldest of the group, very experienced and always does his best. However sometimes he takes too much responsibility on himself and leaves his friends and family with nothing to do, running himself into the ground. He's also prone to get VERY defensive if he's insulted or attacked without reason. He also has a crush on Morena.

Third Morena. Morena is a softspoken and kindhearted Healer who wants to help as many people as she can. She's very kind and never holds a grudge. She always tries to do her best and puts in all the effort to make the world even just a little bit better for anyone else. She finds joy in taking care of others and sees worth in every life, no matter how small or how horrible, and wants to bring out the light in the world for everyone to see. However, she is also prone to anxiety and often chooses to cheer on others rather than take time aside for herself. She sees only most murder and worse scenarios as the only things that can't really be forgiven.

After Morena is Rose. Rose is a confident and persistent VERY powerful life mage. She's fascinated with magic and the way it travels between the realms and every living thing. She spends most of her time in the library researching or testing the limits of her own magic. She's incredibly loving and loyal to the last breath to those she loves. Hurt her family and you will be plant food before you can even explain why or beg for mercy. She never gives up and will get back up until she literally can't anymore. She's very compassionate and kind alongside this. Her loyalty may get her into trouble, but if you are the subject of said loyalty, you have pretty much the best hope of protection you can get in the kingdoms of the Trifold-coast Alliance.

Then Jakkon. Or Jak as I call him. (He's my favorite) Jak is a deadbeat by definition, he didn't want to be here and he plans to make that everyone else's problem. He's hostile and hates the world and himself, and takes this out by being generally hostile to everyone and everything. He does have the charisma and intelligence to pull off a lot of high-stakes bargains and lies when he needs to, and as a former politician he's learned to weasel his way out of almost any situation, however he chooses not to use these skills just because he prefers to make things difficult. He's generally pretty quiet and solitary unless it comes to his sister Rose, or people he hates. He very much dislikes being called anything other than an asshole because he doesn't know how to respond. He's one of only two members of the group who doesn't have magic.

6th is Mangrove. Mangrove is a fallen god, young and egotistical, believing himself to be better than everyone because they're all mortals and he's not. He's got the sass of hundreds stored in his little head, and hates being told what he can and can't do. He's very powerful and very emotional. Alongside these factors, Mangrove is Bipolar, and because of the way he's been raised, he doesn't understand how to handle his disorder and behaves erratically most of the time. However, once someone has earned his respect, he will try his best to school his emotions around them and pretend that he is the perfect rule-follower to earn their love.

Second to last is Wild. Wild is the youngest member of the group. He's barely a teenager and bc of the abuse he's suffered and other such traumatic conditions, he is selectively mute and has suppressed almost all emotion. He wants to feel emotion and though he is very quiet, he loves his team to the best of his capability and wants to help. He's incredibly observant and doesn't have much of a filter, saying what he sees unless he thinks it will cause some sort of harm. He just wants safety and attaches himself to the most emotional of the group in order to maybe mimic them and feel again. He's very innocent and small.

@an-indecisive-nerd @sunflowerrosy @urnumber1star @homelessnerd @vesanal @darkandstormydolls @supercimi @corinneglass @sm-writes-chaos @thebookishkiwi @blargh-500 @lunaeuphternal @write-with-will @yolbert @thewritingautisticat @carb0n-m0n0xide @theweirdbox123 @inspirationallybored

Then Lastly there is Phenik.phenik is a cinnamon roll, a little snake. Boop noodle. He is innocent and very curious. He loves exploring and asks a ton of questions because he hasn't experienced a lot in his life and he's excited by a ton of things. Phenik sees the silver lining in every cloud and is the peace-keeper alongside Morena. He hates fighting and is the reason the group keeps going half the time. He's the sweetest sweetheart and just wants to help and learn more about the world.

[ipilokko]

Not much of a question , but you should totally yap abt your ocs!!! Any of the m!!!!!! Id love to hear about lore or little details.. (for the q&a if youre willing to answer ..)

Ahthdhf AUGGHH THNK YOU 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Okay yap about my ocs... Lemme thinnkkk...

Idk man i love them so much 💔

I am SO EXCITED for their wedding and proposal scenes (I've been dying to post the chapter for WAY too long but there's still like a long way to go...)

Uhh so... I love how weird they both are. They both show their uniqueness in different ways. Roy just takes joy of little things- like walking in the rain, putting his dry hand in water etc. and his emotional intelligence is high. Mollie is like this highschool student trapped in an adult's body in some ways. I just love the way she bullies her plushies and how good she is with little kids. I also love Roy's relationship with little children. He'd make a great father... Or he already–

WHAT i like is their dynamic dude. You got lawful and naive Roy who takes every chance to worry about mollie, he's extremely calm and quiet but he can also slide a little into the Mollie zone when he wants to. We got Mollie to spice things up and order Roy around knowing he will– mostly – accept. She can make something fun even as simple as sitting or eating. I love how confident Mollie is and can be both serious and not serious depending on the situation even though she is mostly on the fun side of the life.

I LOVE how calm Roy is and how he's quiet and how he just talks with his eyes. And the way he just stares. I have a VERY spesific way of imagining the way he moves and talks, very spesific. I would love to animate it to show you the exactly how though i am not really experienced with animating...

And we got their beautiful flaws hfgfgfggfhfhh. My favorite trait of theirs can become their flaws in varied doses and i love that too 😌 The other flaws you will discover on your own as you read 🤭

I can't think of anything else to talk about without spoiling anything/giving spesific scenes...

I am SO excited to complete all the chapters and show them all to you! I think there'll be around 15-18 but it can be more or less... Or the exact.

Tbh i am kind of thinking about redrawing the comic with the canon way, without rushing I mean.

(if you want to know more you can dm me so i can tell you about the lore without spoiling others!)

[darkbluekies]

heyy darling, do u have any writng advice? your ocs are incredible

Writing in general or specifically characters? I can give some short information about both, how I do because I don't really know how to tell someone to write, i just know how I do!

I can make up a oneshot on the spot here to demonstrate!

Plot

Personally, I start with a plot. I am a plot driven writer, which means that it's the plot that drives the story forward, rather than the characters itself.

Let's say I've read about a ship sinking (unusual i know). I start with the main focus: the sinking ship, and continue from there. What genre? Let's say horror

But there needs to be more than just the ship. So I try to scatter through my mind or notes for earlier story ideas that I have had that might work together with this one. Let's say I don't have any. In that case, I would try to think what could have led up to this sinking ship.

Here's where the characters come in. To fit the horror theme, I might create a young woman who has had heard weird voices these last years after a near death experience. Why would she be traveling on this ship? Is she trying to get away from someone? Or go to someone? Let's say she has a stalker.

Now let's go deeper onto the stalker. What could the stalker have done to want the main character to flee? Maybe sent notes to her? Maybe confronted her?

What happens on the ship? Do they meet? Does she know he's there? What does he do on there that makes her scared?

The ship sinks. This would be the ideal point to take her. This is where the thing should happen. Unleash whatever you have in your mind. Is she getting chased through water falled corridors? Does she have to hide in a room that's filling to the brim with water? Does he find her? Does she manage to escape?

Let's give her a happy ending. She manages to run away from him and get into a lifeboat. What now? Is she feeling relief? Fear? Guilt? Play around!

And the end. Either you can tie it up with a happy ending where she lives a good life afterwards and the stalker died, or you can do a more open, mysterious ending where, maybe when shes stepped onto the harbour, she sees him in the crowd.

This is an easy outline of how my thought process can go. This is very surface level, and if you want you can see it as a timeline where you put in the important things first and then fill out the remaining space with smaller scenes!

Characters

Characters are my favorite thing to do. I love to make people and put them in situations. Let's take one of my characters that you haven't met, that way you won't already know things about them and have old feelings about them.

This character is called Ben and I have had him since 2020. He is a 15 year old boy with a sore history. This is how I came up with him, and developed him. basically my thought progress

When I created him, he was actually nothing more than the best friend/protector/later developed to be a love interest (still unclear but there definetly is some real tension and they probably would get together if "something" didn't happen) to the main character Hugh.

I knew that this character, since he made himself a protector, would need to be physically strong, but also a bit intimidating. But I left it at that and developed the rest later when I knew the characters and their different bonds more.

Ben is rough. When he meets the other characters for the first time, he has bruised knuckles, smokes and is described as "violent looking". Until he meets Hugh. Because Ben is not a bad person. Towards Hugh, who has chronic pain and relies on an IV throughout the book, he's gentle, slow and careful.

So I decided to give him a backstory that would back up this behaviour. I made him a boy who had to fit in with the bullies in his city, to avoid get beaten up himself. But he knows that's not who he wants to be, and that's why he's now here with the other characters, to escape from it. And here he meets Hugh, who allows him to be that person he actually wants to be.

So throughout the book, Ben's knuckles heal. His smoking becomes less. He's happier, nicer, more protective and gentle.

If you want to know how they look in a scene, this is a small snippet, just so that you can get to see these thought progresses in action.

So, to create a character, you just have to start with the basics and work from there. And that can be along the lines, while you're writing. You don't need to have anything figured out while you're writing. That will come when you get to know your world and characters more!!

[gayspacepiratesss]

OC Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me, @dudewheresmynug !! I love Lydia and it was fun to learn more about her 🥰

I think a lot of people I know have already been tagged, BUT I want to hear more about @jeyradan @buckynats @uniquelyuninspired @master-of-the-elements @thepoetskettle @antivan-sprig and anyone else who wants to play, if you haven't already!

Also, I only have two photos of Eann on my phone (I'm traveling this weekend) and I took them both before I realized my hair settings were on medium, so... just imagine her with stranded hair 😅😅💕

Name: Eann Aldwir

Alias: Nuglet, sometimes Nuggles or Nuggie or just Nug. Don't tell Neve (EVER) but Eann is small and pinkish with big ears and when she first started working with Strife she'd get put on cave duty a lot because she could fit in tight spaces. The team started calling her Nuglet, etc. She hates this nickname. Neve would love it. DON'T TELL NEVE.

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian/Queer (mainly interested in women but not gender essentialist about these things)

Age: 32? 33? A little younger than Neve (and me lol), probably, but old enough not to care.

Spoken language: Common, some Elvish, a few interesting curses in various languages picked up from Varric (she's making Taash teach her more Quniat swears).

Occupation: Muck-about mage. Good at squeezing into tight spaces, encouraging people, and making bad jokes in worse situations. Eann was never a circle mage, and barely thinks of herself as a mage at all. She mainly uses magic as the most natural and intuitive way of bashing at dangerous things. She was raised among the Dalish, but her mother had been a city elf; she escaped to the clans when Eann showed signs of magical talent as a toddler, and Eann inherited a certain gritty disenchantment from her mum. She has tattoos but not vallaslin (more on that in a minute), and she loves Arlathan but doesn't love the Dalish obsession with Elvhen culture and history. She's not especially distressed that the gods are false, although she wishes they could have been, like, cheap con-men instead of the worst people alive.

FAVORITE:

Color: Peachy pink! Rose. Salmon. Burnt orange. She is a whole bouquet of warm colors, not really on purpose but because her hair and skintone makes any other palette seem cold. If she COULD, though, she'd wear slate blue like the Grey Wardens. She likes their look.

Entertainment: I hate to say this, but pranks. Cute ones, not mean ones, but... pranks. Wisps in the pantry, training Assan to hide Davrin's favorite carvings on the roof, swapping out every halla figurine for one of Manfred just to see who notices. Taash and Harding will sometimes help, Emmrich is never not surprised, Neve and Davrin roll their eyes.

Pastime: She's quite keen on exercise and trains a lot in her spare time (needs those biceps for dragging herself up off the edge of every cliff in the world lol). She also is just really interested in people and will spend HOURS chatting up strangers and learning their life stories. She collects and dries herbs for custom tisanes (herbal teas) -- not medicinal, just tasty, and a way to keep her friends up talking until the wee hours.

Food: Oh, ANYthing. Yum. Except not mint, and not nug meat. Nugs are too cute. Also she identifies too strongly with them at this point.

Drink: Tea (see above), coffee strong enough to punch you in the face, a good Tevinter white. Also ale. Can't go wrong with pub ale, really. (Note: Eann is incorrect about this. You can go wrong. VERY wrong, and she has. But never mind.)

HAVE THEY...

Passed university: I meeean... the Dalish University of hard knocks? Basically no. Eann can read and write and has Veil Jumper training, but she was never very good at formal studies and her teachers were often exasperated with her. She's smart, and she has an eye for getting out of tight spaces/situations (again, cave duty) but she's not an academic by any stretch of the imagination.

Had sex: God yes. Eann loves people, in all senses of the word. She's a terrible flirt and she follows up. Gentle, though. If she sees you're shy or sensitive, she'll be careful with you.

Had sex in public: Well. There was a haycart once. But there was a LOT of hay, and they were subtle about it. She's pretty sure, anyway. (Mainly she thinks, why not a lovely soft bed if you have one?)

Gotten tattoos: Both her arms have light gold sleeves in the shape of wings! When she stretches, they shimmer in the light. No one really knows if it's because she loves Assan or wishes she was a Crow or just likes birds, and Eann won't tell. (But really. Who doesn't want to feel a little free?)

Gotten piercings: No, but not for any good reason. She probably would if you dared her.

Gotten scarred: Really a fact of life more than anything, at this point. A particularly bad one on her left thigh. Her scars heal well, though, and she's avoided anything on her face so far.

Had a broken heart: Eann generally bounces back quickly. She'll love someone until they seem not interested anymore and then she's on to the next thing and best of luck to you. But deep down she believes love is just a temporary kindness. The world is hard and hurtful and unpredictable, and we lose things even when we try not to. She'll do her best to protect you. She'll break her heart doing it. But that's not your fault, and she doesn't blame you.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Oh sure, always. Touchy-feely as hell. But Eann is uncannily good at reading people so she'll also leave you be if she senses that's not the thing to do.

Scared easily: Well. She'll happily fight almost anything, doesn't startle, doesn't scream. But she gets CREEPED OUT by gross things, including the blight. Especially the blight. Also very susceptible to ghost stories, which Neve takes unfair advantage of.

Jealous easily: Nah. If you love her, you love her. If you don't, she's off. (But she does get her feelings hurt sometimes if people leave her out of things. She likes to feel connected and included.)

Trustworthy: More than she'd like you to know. Eann keeps secrets to the grave, and masks a deep seriousness with a few too many poorly timed jokes, but you can see it. Varric could see it. She's a bit like him, in that way.

FAMILY:

Parents/Siblings: Just her and her mother and the Aldwir clan. She sees a bit of herself in Taash in this way, both raised by single parents in a community that both did and didn't belong to them (although she also recognizes Taash has gone through a lot of shit she never did). Eann loves her mother, who's getting on just fine without her as armorsmith back home, but the clan was always full of children and other people who knew her. She was never really alone, even if she WANTED to be.

Children: Eann raising a child would be the cutest way to give Neve Gallus an actual heart attack. They'd all survive but at least two of them would nearly go over a cliff/ catch on fire/ raise a demon every day. It seems... possible? But more likely they'd find an orphan in need of a family than that they'd sit down and plan one. Definitely no pregnancy for Eann, ever.

Pets: EVERYTHING! A nug, a halla, a weird Hossberg lizard thingy, a Minrathous cat -- Eann accepts all comers. Neve might need a bigger apartment. 😻

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How is Preston in the Diner at the end of falls au

I know you said that you think Pacifica is thinking she can change him. But does he deserved to be changed? The man conditioned Pacifica with a bell which is horrific!

But who knows maybe having his face re-arranged and his wife leaving him changes a man. But I am curious and skeptical about him.

Also I absolutely love your au, so far I’m loving the additions you made to characters and the fun dynamics I’ve seen so far!!!

I never thought of Albert Corduroy before as a character but I find what you did with him interesting!

AND You added additions like Tres and Quattro and Abigale that make me JUST *GESTURES HANDS HAPPILY*

One more thing is McGucket and Tate also going to be in this? And if so, what is their relationships with Pacifica like?

I know some people started making McGucket and Pacifica close because of weridmagedeon and because Pacifica might have inventor genes from Abigale so I’m wondering your thoughts on it

Sorry if this is just a bit much but this quickly gained my attention and became one of my favorite aus

Oh I’m not even gonna try to be mysterious about it, Preston sucks lol. It’s more just, it’s more about Pacifica’s evolving character that she wants to try to help him than him in general. She sees herself cut from the same cloth as him, I mean she’s as Northwest as he is. But with Dipper and Mabel’s help, she was able to grow despite her environment and people around her. She thinks that if she doesn’t at least try to help him, then isn’t she kind of like a hypocrite? Like why is she any different than him?

But really that’s just all part of the entire mock show’s recurring themes of Pacifica being forced into situations and headspaces that kids don’t normally have to deal with (I.e. having to work to pay rent, worrying about job security, being consistently in the face of the concept of death and loss) and her not realizing it’s different for her and her dad. She was just a kid, sure she did make her mistakes, but they also had a heavy hand in why she was who she was. Sure Preston can change, but he has more responsibility and penance bc he’s an adult—he should’ve known better. Oh and also he’s like her dad so she is also clinging to that lol.

Thank you! Honestly this started out as just finding it funny that Paz works at the diner post show, but then I started just using it as a way to use and explore other minor or background characters in the show. I more or less gave myself a rule that I’ll try to have no complete ocs for the living people, and I can make OCs only for the ghosts, just so we can really use everyone! Or at least try to, to an extent lol

YES I had to put Archibald in bc he’s basically one of the catalysts for why Pacifica has such an interesting post series story! Not only is she working at the diner, but apparently Archibald and the rest of the lumberjack spirits around have been protecting her from Bill! Like she really won them over with that party 😭 makes sense tho that the zombies from scaryoke got introduced during a party they love to go crazy

YEAH! I just like using the background or one off characters lol. Quattro and Tracey are interesting cause like their clone brothers straight up died, but what’s the difference between clones vs being your own person? Did the clones have ghosts/sounds that moved on? 🤔 and then Abigale Blackwing was just a fountain of good shit to headcanon. I think her being some ghost supreme is just really cool and also lowkey fits the Northwest brand of being haunted af (like what do you MEAN they have their own graveyard on their property 😭)

So as for McGucket and Tate I had planned something where their (re)introductory episode would be ghosts bothering Pacifica at the diner and saying something crazy’s going in Northwest manor. This leads to Paz and Kevin going to Paz’ old house and Kevin finding out the Pacifica Northwest lore of her growing up in a haunted house, and Pacifica ACTUALLY seeing how haunted it was instead of just getting a chilly feeling all the time. They meet with McGucket and Tate who are the reasons the ghosts are in a tizzy, they’re full ghost harassing! All four team up when an especially malevolent Northwest ancestor starts up some trouble.

Throughout the series I imagine McGucket and Tate and the Northwest manor being recurring appearances, especially regarding either they need something specifically science-y with the ghosts OOOR…when they need to find homeless Tracey and Quattro a home….hello Father McGucket!

In terms of Paz and McGucket and Abigale, I think Pacifica feels a little weird about McGucket since he effectively owns her old home now (she’s better but lbr she’s still petty lol) but I think there’s some mutual respect. McGucket might find some of Abigale’s old schematics maybe? And probably have some great admiration/respect for her with what he sees. Paz might also surprise him by being surprisingly adept at mechanical thinking and actions (as if she’s got…muscle memory? 🤨) but Paz doesn’t think of it since she doesn’t have a huge interest in that stuff. But now you know why she’s so damn good at minigolf (“it’s all geometry, duh.”)

Thank you so much for showing so much interest! I’ve spent an embarrassingly long time thinking of this AU and will probably continue to think more of it so I’m glad there are people who like it!

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WHEREVER YOU ARE✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff, angst. WORD COUNT: 3.6k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, established couple. adoptedkiddo! tsumiki.

SYNOPSIS: tsumiki wants to study abroad for high school, but satoru gojo is against it. will satoru let tsumiki go? AUTHOR'S NOTE: ***manga spoilers*** because of what happened to tsumiki in the manga, i decided to write a more wholesome version of what i would think tsumiki would've wanted to do. she is going to make small appearances and still have her name mentioned in my future fics, but this is dedicated to her. and because i think satoru loved having her as his child 💚 REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

you sat down on the couch, “satoru, we need to talk.”

“i swear, babe, it wasn’t megumi’s fault.” he stared at you innocently with his hands raised.

“megumi?” you looked at him, brows furrowed and confused, “no, babe, we need to talk about tsumiki.”

satoru sighed in relief, glad he didn’t get himself in trouble. he didn’t want you to find out about megumi getting sent to the principal’s office for fighting at school today. that was another lecture for another day.

“what’s going on with my favorite child?” satoru joked, putting his arm around your shoulder.

you explained the situation to satoru, “now that tsumiki is graduating middle school, we had a grown adult talk about her future plans. she told me she wants to study abroad for high school. she wants to learn english so she can teach kids here in japan after she graduates.”

“absolutely not. she’s staying here.” satoru said without even thinking. no reasoning to support his decision.

“but babe, i think it’s a good idea. she’s 15 and starting high school next year. there are good study abroad programs out there. and it's great to live in country of the language you want to the learn.” you said, trying to justify tsumiki’s decision to satoru.

“no, (y/n).” he said sternly. since when did he ever directly call you by your first name instead of a petname? and since when did he want to play patriarch? you were usually the shot-caller in this household.

it was time for the back up plan if all else failed. kisses. you grabbed satoru’s hand and peppered it with your soft lips. “please? for me and tsumiki?”

he looked at you and took his hand away. you stared back at him in disbelief, “satoru gojo, what is your problem today?” even the government name didn’t make him flinch like it usually did.

he never acted like this, even when he disagreed with you, he was usually calm and rational. he would have data and reasons to back up his decisions, but not today.

“i just don’t think a 15 year old girl needs to go study abroad in another country without her guardians.” he said bitterly, “and that’s final.”

he removed his hand from your thigh and got up from the couch, leaving you alone in the living room as he made his way to the patio to join catoru in the sun. your jaw dropped. what was wrong with him today?

later that night: tsumiki's room

“(y/n), did you ask gojo-sensei if i can study abroad?” tsumiki asked curiously as you towel dried her long brown hair for her. she had spent the last week convincing you about letting her attend a private academy in california, and you were totally on board with it until satoru shot you down earlier today.

“i did… he wasn’t too happy to hear what i had to say though.” you frowned at her. she looked at you with sad eyes.

“what did he say?”

“he thinks that you’re too young to study abroad and that you should stay here in japan with us.”

“i’m not a baby, (y/n).” tsumiki said, “why can’t gojo-sensei see that i can take care of myself?”

you thought out loud, “maybe because you’re his little girl... his partner in crime. he doesn’t want to lose that. you know what a softie he is.”

“yeah, but it’s not like i'll be gone forever! i can come home for the semester breaks and i’ll always have my cell phone with me!”

“i know, sweetheart. coming from how i grew up, i think this would be a great experience for you.” you commented as you thought about how you wanted to attend jujutsu high instead of being homeschooled when you were tsumiki’s age. (read ‘love at first fight’ here)

tsumiki sighed in defeat, “can’t you give him a kiss or something? he never says no to you.”

“believe me, i tried.” you chuckled, “he pushed me away and said no.” you and tsumiki both knew satoru gojo's weaknesses.

“what?!” tsumiki gasped, “that man is so obsessed with you and he did what?!”

“i know, that’s the last time he’ll be getting any kisses from me.” you stated, sitting down on her bed.

“well, that’s just mean.” satoru interrupted your girls only conversation. his tall frame leaning against tsumiki's bedroom door, arms folded.

tsumiki smiled, “oh, hi gojo-sensei!”

“hi tsumiki.” satoru greeted her, sitting down on her bed next to you. tsumiki sat on the floor. “(y/n) says you have something you wanted to talk to me about.”

"oh... yes!" tsumiki nervously laughed, scratching the back of her head. "well, since i'm graduating middle school, i wanted to ask you and (y/n) if i can attend this boarding school in california. it's called e.f. academy."

"okay, if you're going to go this far away, you're going to have to convince me. so tell me more." satoru encouraged her.

"well..." tsumiki started to word vomit, "it's a private high school academy with small classes. they have a lot of extra curricular activities and travel opportunities. they'll prepare me for college. they have advisors that i can talk to if we need anything..."

"tsumiki, can't you do all of this here? why do you have to go so far away?" satoru asked. this was his way of being 'reasonable'. he was starting to ask questions so he could make the best decision.

tsumiki was smart and calculated, just as you and satoru raised her to be. she started her rebuttal, "you and (y/n) have always taught me and megumi that we are not going to grow if we don't step out of our comfort zone. you even told megumi to be greedier, so this is me being greedy."

satoru nodded his head, "okay. give me a week to think about it. don't bother (y/n) and don't ask her to give me kisses because that's unfair."

you smiled as you watched satoru and tsumiki talk. they were really a father-daughter duo, partners in crime, two peas in a pod. you missed the days where your 6 year old adopted daughter used to keep your 18 year old boyfriend in check.

"really? you'll really think about it?" tsumiki asked satoru with a hopeful gleam in her eye.

"yes. i promise." he answered.

tsumiki stuck out her pinky as satoru laughed. he intertwined his pinky with hers, both of them kissing their pinkies to seal the deal. (read 'pinky promises' here)

one week later: satoru's office

satoru knew that he only had one week to make a decision that would change his life and ultimately, tsumiki's life. megumi and you were all for tsumiki studying abroad, while he was the only one against it.

"she's the only one that doesn't have cursed energy. she can't see curses and she can't attend jujutsu high with us." megumi's comment ran through satoru's mind. it was true, being the only one who couldn't see curses or practice jujutsu in the family could feel alien. but tsumiki never expressed that she felt alone.

satoru sighed while he sat in his expensive office chair. he knew that he was going to have to give tsumiki an answer today. he still wanted to say no, but his heart knew the right decision was to say yes and let her be free to be her own person.

he heard a knock on his office door. the four signature knocks signaling it was you (or him). ten years later, that has never changed.

"gojo-sensei?" your saccharine voice called out for him as you opened his door.

he greeted you with a bright flashy smile, "i love it when you call me that."

you rolled your emerald green eyes at him as you made your way towards his desk, sitting against it. "did you make a decision yet?"

"i'm thinking about it." he mused.

"you know our baby girl is waiting for an answer. she's at cheer practice right now, so she should be home at 6 today." you commented.

"let me take one last walk and i promise i'll be home on time for dinner." satoru huffed. you leaned down to kiss him before heading back to your office. he grabbed your hand, stopping you.

"wait, can i get another kiss?" he requested with a shit-eating grin.

your radiant laugh filled his office. he peeked one of his shiny blue eyes out of his blindfold. you turned back around to grab his chin with your hand.

"see you at home." you whispered, kissing him again fervently.

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satoru decided to take the long way home instead of teleporting. he wanted the last couple hours to himself to think.

why was he so against tsumiki studying abroad? he thought about the conversation he had with you last night.

"i think you have abandonment issues, satoru. that's why you won't let tsumiki leave japan." you realized as he pulled you closer to him in bed, your gentle hand resting against his bare chest.

"hmmm. you think so?" he mumbled, pulling your chin up for a sweet peck on the lips.

"i know so."

abandonment. the first person who came to satoru's mind was suguru geto, his bestfriend. the original partner in crime. a person who he loved and cared about til' this day.

"losing suguru really changed you, babe. and that's okay. you've become a better man because of it." you said softly.

"i guess you're right." satoru acknowledged. he sighed deeply and closed his eyes. he felt your delicate breathing against his skin as he fell asleep.

it was true, what you had said. satoru didn't want to be left behind again. even though he knew that tsumiki wasn't actually leaving him behind, he didn't like the fact that another person he loved and cared about wasn't going to always be present in his life.

he knew that if he kept her here, she would just grow up pushing him away or maybe even resenting him. and he couldn't have that. he knew what he had to do. he was going to let tsumiki go.

later that night: family dinner

"so... did you make a decision, gojo-sensei?" tsumiki interjected at dinner.

yours and megumi's green eyes met at the dinner table. the ball was in satoru's court now.

"i did, sweetheart." satoru said calmly. you and megumi extremely curious, tsumiki's heart beating quickly.

"you can go."

"really?!" tsumiki jumped out of her chair.

"really." satoru confirmed.

tsumiki cheered and squealed in delight. running to hug satoru. she ran to her room and grabbed her acceptance letter to show the white haired sorcerer.

"you already have an acceptance letter?" megumi questioned his sister.

"they have a 99% acceptance rate, so it doesn't matter. but i wanted to show gojo-sensei anyways." she beamed.

"i guess they just let anyone into that school." megumi muttered. you kicked him under the table as he shot a glare black at you.

"when is the first day?" satoru asked you and tsumiki.

you answered, "classes start in two weeks. i already bought our plane tickets and made sure our passports were good to go, tsumiki has her student visa ready as well."

"you already bought our plane tickets?" satoru questioned, chuckling, "and what were you going to do if i said no?"

"i knew you wouldn't have said no, babe. you can't say no to me or tsumiki to save your life." you grinned.

"she's right about that." megumi added. tsumiki nodding in agreement. she did get catoru because satoru said yes. (read 'the purrr-fect approach' here)

"i can definitely say no to (y/n)." satoru defended himself as his family ganged up on him.

you picked up your empty plate, and walked to satoru side, "can i get a kiss before i start the dishes?"

"sure, babe." he replied with no hesitation as he gave you a quick peck, unaware of your tricky mind games.

"see? you can't say no." you laughed as you picked up the rest of the empty dinner plates and utensils.

"what did i say about using kisses as a weapon?!" satoru complained. "that's so unfair!"

the dining room was filled with laughter from you, megumi, tsumiki, and satoru.

two weeks later: tsumiki fushiguro takes california

satoru was glued to tsumiki by the hip for the past two weeks. they went shopping together for all her academic needs, for new clothes, a laptop, and a new matching backpack and suitcase. they went to get their hair cut together, and even got their nails done together (satoru loved getting pedicures, you thought it was because of the foot massages). he wanted to spend as much time with tsumiki as possible before parting ways.

orientation for tsumiki's school was a two day event. during the first day, the families would be given a tour of the school and then everyone would attend a social hour to get to know the faculty and other students. the second day, the families would help their student move into their dorms and say their goodbyes until semester break in the late fall, early winter.

during the first day of orientation, tsumiki had already started to make friends. she was just like you. beautiful, nice, caring, friendly. people wanted to be around her and wanted to be her friend. you and satoru watched from the sidelines of the gymnasium as tsumiki mingled with her new classmates.

"are you still worried about her? she's already getting used to things here." you tried to comfort satoru as you watched your future high schooler.

"i was hoping she'd beg us to take her home." satoru frowned. you smacked his chest playfully with the back of your hand.

"mr. and mrs. gojo," a student aide approached the both of you, "can you sign these papers for tsumiki? these are the final documents for admissions."

"sure thing." satoru replied, grabbing the clipboard and pen from the student aide. you waited until they walked away to turn to satoru.

"mr. and mrs. gojo. what did you think about that?" you sneered.

satoru chuckled as he signed the document, "sounds like music to my ears."

"give me a 10 carat diamond ring first, babe." you grinned as satoru handed you the clipboard to sign the document too.

satoru gojo would give you the world if you asked for it.

"(y/n)! gojo-sensei!" tsumiki shouted from across the gymnasium to catch your attention. she waved while pointing at the two of you. she was showing her new friends who her cool and awesome parents were. you and satoru waved back at her, giving her both of your world-class smiles.

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satoru used blue to hold up all of tsumiki's luggage as the three of you made your way to the dorm room that tsumiki would be staying in. you and satoru paid extra to make sure that she would get her own room. you sat down on the empty bed, tsumiki joining you.

"what do you think, sweetheart?"

"with a little extra decorating, i can make it look like my room at home." she said with a bright smile.

you and satoru helped put on the bed spread, duvet cover, and pillow cases while tsumiki unpacked her clothes and placed them into her small dresser.

you could feel satoru tensing up, his cursed energy spiking every now and then. he was dreading saying goodbye to tsumiki. whenever he would look at you, you would give him a soft smile and rub his back in reassurance.

"gojo-sensei, (y/n), look what megumi gave me for my dorm room." tsumiki's brown eyes twinkled as she showed you a pink sparkly picture frame.

the picture frame contents were of the four of you. it was a recent picture from tsumiki's 15th birthday. you had your arms around megumi while satoru had his arms around tsumiki. it was a rare occasion that megumi was smiling in a picture. tsumiki's signature bright smile lit up the picture. you could feel the love radiating from the frame.

"megumi says that this picture will be a reminder of home and that you all love me."

"he's right." you patted her head, brushing her brown hair. "are you sure you want to do this? it's not too late to change your mind. we can go back home if you want."

"no, i'm sure!" tsumiki said confidently.

you laughed, "you're breaking satoru's heart, baby girl." you hugged satoru, his arms were folded as he quietly laughed, shaking his head.

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you and satoru spent your last couple of hours with tsumiki reminiscing about her younger days and what kind of child she was growing up.

"remember the day that satoru lost you and megumi at kanda matsuri? i was going to have a heart attack."

satoru shot you a glare, "in my defense, there are thousands of people at that festival. it's one of japan's big three festivals! they were like four feet tall at the time! i told you we needed to get them those child leashes."

"you were such a responsible girl, going to the lost and found." you ignored satoru and laughed, remembering that tsumiki went to the lost and found to have the festival employee announce 'satoru gojo, can you please come to the lost and found to pick up your children'.

"remember the one day gojo-sensei forgot your anniversary?" tsumiki peered at satoru, giggling.

"oh god... don't bring that up." satoru hid his face in his hands.

"what was that? our third year of dating?" you asked satoru, "and your cute 9 year old partner in crime saved you that day. she went to the flower shop down the street and bought lilies with your credit card."

"then how did you find out that i forgot if she saved me?" satoru interrupted you.

"because you always get me roses, even though my favorite flowers are lilies. not only is tsumiki responsible, she's extremely thoughtful." (read 'lilies and roses' here)

"remember when tsumiki brought me a homemade lunch for teachers day?" satoru smiled at the fond memory. tsumiki was only 8 years old when satoru got an official teaching position at jujutsu high.

"it was her idea too," you reminded satoru, "she asked me to help her bring your lunch to the school that day. our baby girl is so caring. what did we do to deserve such an amazing daughter?" you gushed at your 15 year old, hugging her tightly. tsumiki just smiled and laughed like she always did.

"i think i'm the lucky one too! what did me and megumi do to deserve such loving adoptive parents?!" she remarked.

"all you two had to do was look cute. that's why i picked you two up off the streets." satoru joked. (read 'learn to love' here)

you heard a knock on tsumiki's dorm door, tsumiki opening it. the resident assistant announced, "curfew is starting soon. parents are going to be saying goodbye to their students in the courtyard."

you felt satoru's cursed energy spike again. he wasn't ready for this moment, and honestly, neither were you. you weren't sure what was going to break your heart the most: letting tsumiki go or watching satoru leave a piece of his (still) healing heart behind.

you and satoru quietly followed behind tsumiki as she confidently led the way to the courtyard. it was like she belonged here at the academy the way she navigated through the halls. the courtyard was dimly lit, the california skyline in the background, clouds kissing the top of the city buildings.

you watched as satoru sneakily wiped his tears away from his cerulean blue eyes. he crouched down, softly smiling at tsumiki.

“you gonna be okay without your partner in crime?” he asked her.

as strong as tsumiki was, her brave face started to falter. her warm brown eyes brimmed with tears as she ran into satoru’s arms for one last hug before you and satoru had to leave the campus.

tsumiki babbled through her tears, “thanks for letting me come to school here… i promise i’ll study really hard... i love you and (y/n) so much. you two are the best mom and dad ever.”

satoru scoffed through his tears and continued to hold her. you put a reassuring hand on satoru’s shoulder, joining them for a group hug. tsumiki looked up at the both of you with flushed cheeks.

you kissed the top of her precious head, an action that she never grew out of (and you hoped she never would). you smiled back at her with tears in your eyes, “wherever you are, baby girl, satoru and i will always be one call away. we love you and we’re so proud of you, tsumiki.”

"no boyfriends, please." satoru added with a chuckle. he didn't think he could handle another heart attack.

EXTRA:

"did you see how much tuition costs at tsumiki's boarding school?" you asked satoru as he sat down in his first class airline seat.

"no, i didn't even bother check the brochure they handed us at orientation." satoru stretched his long legs, "how much could a high school tuition cost? one or two thousand a year?"

you just laughed at his ridiculous comment. you were amused at how naive he was.

"what? why are you laughing?"

"try seventy, babe." you stared at him. satoru looked like he was going to have a brain aneurysm.

"seventy what? seventy dollars or seventy thousand?"

you annunciated each word clearly so he could understand you. "seventy. thousand. dollars. a. year."

satoru fake-clutched his chest, "we have to go back and withdraw her, immediately."

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[green-fifteen]

Boomerang

tags: platonic stobin, stobin child, OC, teenager problems idk, not!fic

word count: 795

@stobinmonth prompt: school

I'm thinking about Steve as a middle school teacher only because it's my favorite level to teach. How innocent they are! How evil they can be! And what a nightmare when his own kid shows up in class.

And, okay, Jules would want me to tell you that Steve is NOT her father, he just raised her with her mom and has been there every single day since she was born. It's an IMPORTANT distinction when the man in question is contractually obligated to teach her peers about condoms.

Right after the D.A.R.E. convocation the first week of school (a totally sexless function!), Kelly Nesbit made a button in Home Ec. that read, "JUST SAY YES TO MR. HARRINGTON" with wobbly little hearts in the O's. So you can imagine the kind of thing she is dealing with, here.

She sat her parents down the weekend before 6th grade to let them know the situation.

"Dad, you're not my father."

"I'm not?"

"You're very important to me, but we both agree that I am not related to you."

Robin cut in. "Okay so who am I? By your logic."

"You can be my mother, it's fine. It's on all the paperwork, you enrolled me."

"You do know my signature is on your birth certificate, right?" Steve reminds her.

"Unimportant. I won't be bringing my birth certificate to school and showing it off to my friends. If we're careful, we should be able to pull this off."

Robin and Steve shared a wary glance.

"And what are we pulling off, exactly?"

"Convincing the school that I am not related to a teacher." She gestured at Steve with a offensive amount of dismay. Robin made a mental note to have that 'terrible role model' talk with Erica that she'd been putting off.

Steve was eventually manipulated into agreeing when Jules said something like, "Aunt Nancy was right. She said you'd never agree because you're overly attached to me."

(Which I'm sure you can guess Nancy did not say. Her actual words were like, "If you ask him to pretend he doesn't love you at school, he might actually start crying in the hallways.")

So they don't speak to each other at school outside of 4th period, when Steve is careful to only call on her as much as he would any other student. No one suspects a thing for just over a month, at which point Jules manages to step all over her own careful plan.

It's something like this: it's 4th period. The bell is about to ring and Steve is handing back module one tests from the week before. Jules gets hers and just stares at it for a solid minute. He took off two points for that? FOUR points for THAT? And you see, Julia Buckley is something of a whiz and a perfectionist. A sense of indignation begins to build as she looks over the rest of the marks Steve left on her paper. And sure, she did get some things wrong. But what's the point of your dad being your teacher if he doesn't even let the small stuff slide? It's outrageous.

When she sees the little note at the bottom of the paper, a scribbled nonsensical little Good work, Bluejay! her frustration boils over.

"Dad!"

She yells into the quiet classroom. Everyone turns to look at her and then at Mr. Harrington, who is frozen with his handmade "BEST DAD" mug an inch from his lips. He looks like a raccoon caught in a floodlight.

"Do you think I don't know what peer pressure is? I wrote you a very clear definition. Do you even have a rubric? I want to see it."

Someone laughs or she notices the looks on their faces and realizes she's really done it now. She only has two choices. She can either insist she called the teacher Dad by mistake in the most humiliating way possible and endure the shame of hearing her classmates giggle and spread it all over the school for the rest of the week. Or, she can own up and buy herself a much longer, slower mortification. One that doesn't let up until graduation.

Steve eventually clears his throat. "No rubric-- just the answer sheet, Miss Buckley. If you have a problem with your grade, please see me after class."

And she decides right there, 'Bluejay' in his messy scrawl and 'Miss Buckley' in that strained tone of voice.

"Why bother?" She rolls her eyes and tries to sound casual. "I'll just see you at home."

She doesn't stay to appreciate the wide, surprised look he gives her or the astonished little whispers of her peers. The bell rings like a sign from God and she high-tails it right out of there.

[kimberlyannharts]

Out of curiosity, what are your favorite issues/eras of the entire Boom PR canon? Is there a point where you feel it stopped being good or as enjoyable? Are there any main characters you feel were done especially right or wrong?

Strictly speaking in terms of the books canon to the 2016 main ongoing -

(putting this under a read more as it got long, oops)

My favorite era was Shattered Grid and its lead-up; so basically the entire Kyle Higgins run of MMPR and Ryan's GGPR up through #12. I also really liked Beyond the Grid and the final two issues of Mighty Morphin. Side series-wise I love Ranger Slayer, Drakkon New Dawn, Power Rangers Universe, and The Coinless is my favorite of the Unlimited books.

Necessary Evil had its flaws but it was still enjoyable (MMPR side at least; the GGPR side was very bad in how they dropped what made GGPR so good in favor of stretching out the modern Omega Rangers' origins for five issues too many), but the Mighty Morphin/Power Rangers split was when things started going downhill, because that was when the books started ramping up this idea of Expanding Lore and Making The Next Big OC at the expense of the show characters' development; something that MMPR Necessary Evil was starting, but it wasn't quite as pronounced as MM/PR was. There were high points of the books after MM/PR (again, Mighty Morphin #21 and 22 are fantastic, and the Omegas are probably at their most tolerable in their side of Charge to 100) but they never fully recovered the consistent quality of Kyle's run.

As for the characters (only looking at the main MMPRs from the show), Tommy was probably the most obvious development and consistently well-written; any flaws in his writing came from how the books were intentionally ignoring any good points he was making to make other characters (the Omegas, M-tt) look better, and we unfortunately never got a deep dive into his backstory or even just his family life. Kim was similarly consistent and VERY well-explored, probably even better than Tommy with how important her parents' divorce was integral to her arcs, and any weirdness with her character came from half-assed M-tt plots that fortunately never really stuck.

Jason and Trini were fine; I'm trying not to let my annoyance with the Omegas and clear author favoritism cloud my judgment, but if you already loved them, you'd probably be happy with how much they ended up getting. Rocky came through with decent development at the very end.

Billy it's hard to say. Obviously he was great and recognizably Billy in the early days and I personally did not like his descent into "the lone genius who's so isolated from the team, doing shady shit that messes everything up." But it's.......unfortunately become a very consistent path for him in the modern franchise; even in the SHOW. So it's hard to call it bad writing when it. is just who Billy is now.

The worst were probably Aisha, Zack, and Adam; Aisha they obviously had no clear vision for because she was practically a different character under every author and Adam was literally nobody. But I think in terms of character writing Zack fared the worst. He went from a leader at heart who steps up when needed, who offers levity through his charisma but the first to get serious when the situation calls for it - to "my role is to be funny" who jokes about a situation being too serious for jokes and his leadership arc and capabilities end up being given Trini (to the point where TRINI is called the leader of the Coinless on occasion when the whole point to the og Coinless arc was that ZACK was.) Not to say he didn't get serious arcs at all after NE, but it's overall such a downgrade when the early days of the comics practically had him as a main character on the same level as Tommy.

[cressidagrey]

Heyyy

I couldn't find if you said anywhere what pronouns you use, so I hope it's okay that I use she/her.

To the fic: you put me in a reading slump, in a good way in a i-want-to-read-this-fic-in-another-font-way and I haven't found a way yet to find other stuff like yours. Honestly I didn't even read driver/OC before you 😭 what are you putting in your fics?

Girl I never should have found out how often you post because now I'm always on the lookout for a new update as if I'm not able to wait 6 months for other fics. Definitely not meant as pressure (and I know about the weekend break, have fun on your vacation) just in a way that I'm very impressed by you putting out there 8-12k chapter almost daily, while being a full time student (same here 🫠, not law but i have one law class and the amount of work i have to do to be good in it-unreal) and to have to edit it all, maybe even by yourself as I didn't saw a beta mentioned, but even then big extra Kudos to your and your maybe beta.

Have not read the latest chapter 13 yet because I want to read it on my commute, but I can say I love everything. The drivers finding out one after the other and always deciding not my circus not my problem, im outta here, gotta go bye, is way too funny.

Also not to brag but I clocked Max immediately when he called her Belle, I saw what you did there. And ngl I kinda want every chapter to be the one where the Leclercs find out I also always want it not to be so the fic never ends 🤣. By the way my first fic by you were Such a mystery, also a banger.

And here I'm saying sorry to any person reading this wall of text on mobile and leave with a few questions if you are comfortable answering them:

1. Favorite flower?

2. Ever attended a GP?

3. Any siblings? Younger sister here, and if yes I hope you don't write from experience 💀.

Heyyy!! First of all — you’re so sweet for even thinking to ask about pronouns 🥹💛 She/her is perfect, and thank you for being so thoughtful about it!!

Second — I’m literally grinning like an idiot reading this entire message 😂 The "reading slump in a good way" and "i-want-to-read-this-in-another-font-way" is such a high compliment I don’t even know what to do with myself. Thank you for all the love and support — it truly means the world to me. 🫶🏻

And you're right — I don't have a "beta" (unless you count my endless rereads where I catch the mistakes at 1AM lol), but I do have people I bounce ideas of like @llirawolf, who gets to listen to me ramble on at like 2 in the morning.

Sending extra solidarity your way with the full-time student life (and law classes omg — even one is way too much sometimes 🫠).

Also major props for clocking Max immediately when he called her Belle — you have reader superpowers and I love that for you 🤭 Now for your questions!!

Favorite flower? Poppies! They’re soft and gorgeous and so RED and just pure joy to me.

Ever attended a GP? Nope — I’m a hardcore "watching from bed with six pillows and three blankets" kind of fan 😂

Any siblings? Biologically, I’m an only child! My parents fostered my older cousin until I was about 10 though, so I do have some real-life sibling dynamic experience... though, not gonna lie, that whole situation didn’t end particularly well 💀 so some angst might have found its way into my writing lol.

Thank you again for this amazing message — seriously. I’m sending you the biggest hug and wishing you all the strength for your coursework too!! (And I’ll keep trying to find ways to stretch White Horse out just a little longer so we can all live in this world together a bit more 🤭🫶🏻)