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feardrawn · 4 years ago

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@nobilitylost sent a ship for .. ( you’re now getting jaesun & insu and it’s your fault )

park jaesun & bak taemin :

who hogs the duvet : taemin tends to run very hot , but he’s definitely the type to steal for the sake of pulling jaesun closer to him if he’s laying where he’s decided is ‘ too far away ‘ for comfort

who texts/rings to check how their day is going : i’m not going to lie , taemin rarely looks at his phone so if anyone is checking on anyone it’s probably jaesun

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts : creative ? not so much , but taemin’s gifts are often more personalized like ‘ here’s a bottle of beach sand from where we first met ‘ or some cheesy shit like that .

who gets up first in the morning : this is tough , taemin isn’t much of a sleeper but if he’s sleeping , let him be unless the house is on fire

who suggests new things in bed : taemin is definitely the type to go with the flow , so to speak --- so i think jaesun would be the one to suggest something and taemin would likely be all for it

who cries at movies : not taemin , sorry jaesun you poor adorable sap

who gives unprompted massages : i think they are both a little tense and very attune to the other , so it’s fair to say it’s both of them , equally

who fusses over the other when they’re sick : if one of them were to get sick , i feel like jaesun would be the fussiest , taemin on the other hand would be the worst patient ( jaesun : no , stay in bed , taemin : over my dead rotting corpse , jaesun : ‘ well you’re going to be a dead rotting corpse if you don’t lay down pls ‘ )

who gets jealous easiest : taemin has a secret jealous streak but he doesn’t show it really , just expresses his jealousy in tease

who has the most embarrassing taste in music : sorry jaesun , taemin really only listens to the classics

who collects something unusual : taemin has a skull of a late roman emperor stashed away for safe keeping , so i’m just gonna say it’s him , unless jaesun has some random body parts he’s collected over time .

who takes the longest to get ready : if taemin doesn’t look absolutely perfect before heading out , the night is ruined . i don’t make the rules , he does .

who is the most tidy and organised : HAHA taemin , probably , but they both have their own ... system , it just depends who you ask

who gets most excited about the holidays : jaesun , taemin doesn’t usually acknowledge holidays

who is the big spoon/little spoon : usually taemin is the big spoon , but he secretly loves being held okay ? i didn’t tell anyone that though .

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports : probably jaesun , taemin really only gets competitive in chess

who starts the most arguments : taemin , and it’s almost always his fault .

who suggests that they buy a pet : uhm okay so yeah , there was this one time taemin joked about getting a dog , but it was a joke he doesn’t expect jaesun to come HOME with one !

what couple traditions they have : they hunt down angels obviously , but there is the weekly tradition of takeout ( pizza , local chinese place depending where they are at the time ) curl up and watch an episode of whatever series jaesun has gotten taemin deeply invested in at the time .

what tv shows they watch together : taemin is a channel surfer , so if jaesun doesn’t steal the remote from him or if it’s not part of their weekly little tradition , they’ll probably watch about ten minutes of every show that’s on air in that very moment , which probably means they’ve seen the entire series of law & order in pieces and play guessing games as to which episode it is within the first minute of watching

what other couple they hang out with : generally speaking , they keep to themselves , but there is this old couple that lives next door when they finally settle to a place with the intent of staying for as long as they can get away with , and one time taemin gets wrapped up into checking in on the old woman’s birds which turned into both taemin and jaesun getting pulled into their weekly bridge game that the four of them play ( which the husband had to politely explain to his wife more than once that no ... greta , they are not roommates )

how they spend time together as a couple : considering the start of when their relationship really began was on the run , they take advantage of the quiet . they go out , take nice walks along the beach ( taemin insists they live close to one and never really explains why ) honestly , they don’t ever have to do too much , just being around one another is enough , little things like taemin looking up some artifact he’s decided he wants to get his hands on , buried in research , jaesun watching a movie while they’re on the couch and jaesun falling asleep on taemin is like , the best thing tae could ask for . it’s peace .

who made the first move : taemin , let’s just say it .

who brings flowers home : jaesun and it’s probably because renata shoved them in his face and says something along the lines of ‘ i saw him eyeing these the other day , it’d be cute ! ‘

who is the best cook : uhm , between the two of them lol , taemin really doesn’t focus on food , he can ... cook by a recipe but he’s not adventurous or anything

choi insu & bak taemin :

who hogs the duvet : insu , and it doesn’t bother tae too much , but it does whenever he gets restless at night , one time as a joke , taemin gets one of those blankets that have a line down the middle and tells him this is your side because he thinks he’s funnier than he is .

who texts/rings to check how their day is going : taemin sends sassy texts such as ‘ so , did you get yourself possessed yet or are we still on for dinner tonight ? ‘ and then insu probably doesn’t hear a response back for several hours because taemin’s phone is perpetually on silent and he doesn’t look at it

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts : insu probably and honestly ? taemin appreciates the creativity and while he knows deep down it’s not a contest he always attempts to one up him and likely fails .

who gets up first in the morning : taemin doesn’t sleep like a human so probably him , but at least insu will wake up to some caffeine and some ... attempt at breakfast

who suggests new things in bed : taemin , while he enjoys going with the flow in the sexual side of relationships , but because he has one too many years of experience in the department

who cries at movies : i’m sorry i just imagine insu insisting tae sits through like titanic and bawling his eyes out and then getting mad about being sad over it and tae just like ‘ boy do i have a story to tell you about that ship ‘

who gives unprompted massages : taemin shows most of his affection with physical touch as opposed to words , so ... him

who fusses over the other when they’re sick : insu’s human ! he can’t take care of himself what is this sort of madness ? what do humans do when they get sick ? does he need to go to the hospital ? does he want soup ? when insu gets a cold taemin shows up with a huge box of every cure he can possibly think of and soon enough the bathroom becomes a pharmacy .

who gets jealous easiest : hm it depends on if insu would feel insecure about taemin’s past to be honest , but in the heat of the moment , like i’ve said , taemin does have a bit of a jealous streak ,

who has the most embarrassing taste in music : taemin is annoyingly proud in his taste in music and he’s yelling at me to say it’s obviously insu .

who collects something unusual : they both have little oddities honestly , taemin’s are just stashed away only to ever be taken out when necessary

who takes the longest to get ready : pretty boy taemin at your service ! hair product is a must

who is the most tidy and organised : uhhh probably taemin but since insu was raised in a catholic orphanage i feel like it could easily go both ways with them .

who gets most excited about the holidays : insu , taemin + holidays usually adds to a lot of awkwardness , and he still doesn’t understand the point of bringing a tree into the house for christmas when you can just decorate a tree ... outside ... where the trees live .

who is the big spoon/little spoon : taemin is likely the big spoon in this relationship

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports : insu for sure , he just gives off this vibe that he has to prove himself

who starts the most arguments : chances are , taemin said something stupid and he’s not sorry about it , why isn’t he sorry about it ? because he’s right and he’s older ( why hasn’t an angel taken him out yet , i wonder every day )

who suggests that they buy a pet : insu probably , and taemin will probably pretend to be upset about it for about a week until one day insu comes home and he’s curled up on the couch with it scratching it’s belly or whatever .

what couple traditions they have : you mean besides playful banter on the daily ? once a month they have a standing reservation at one of insu’s favorite restaurants and afterwards they go for a nice quiet walk in the park and it’s cute , depending on the time , taemin will always bring ( not drag , bring him along ) insu into this old book store that carries all kinds of fun stuff that they can dig through together .

what tv shows they watch together : again , please take the remote away from him , insu and make him watch something mindless

what other couple they hang out with : boy is that complicated . though there is this couple that tracks demons down just like insu does and they bump into them more often than taemin feels comfortable with , but they don’t know what he is and he just plays along to keep it that way , they usually have a nice time after a few drinks and then go their separate ways .

how they spend time together as a couple : when not tracking down demons ( it’s for the greater good , insu constantly insists ) taemin uses insu to hone his chess skills but also they’re just ... soft , they cook together , taemin is fascinated with farmer’s markets so they become that couple too haha

who made the first move : taemin , and he’s not afraid to admit it ... ish .

who brings flowers home : oddly enough , probably taemin , but if insu doesn’t take care of them , they’ll last all but a couple of days max .

who is the best cook : insu and he’s constantly telling taemin to turn the stove down , just because you have the pan on max heat doesn’t mean it will cook faster !

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peachpeachtea · 5 years ago

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Region base leaders/apprentices

I briefly mentioned the leaders and their kiddos on the last post so we’re gonna get into them now here we goooo (excuse the old art on my part i dont have time to make new refs--also all artists/contributors will be tagged accordingly)

Lark Base--Base Leader, Cadi--Apprentice, Marna Cadi: She’s the youngest of the 6 base leaders stationed in Asnia (At 20), and the most temperamental. She values hard work and independence, and despises it when people try to coddle or underestimate her abilities. While she runs a tight ship, she tends to be brash, LOUD, and impatient overall,--she’s self assured and very much carries her pride for everyone to see. Her partner is a Dubwool, Clementine, and in her spare time, Cadi has a herd of Wooloo that she takes care off and is v e ry protective over--she often spends nights taking care of them and making sure no trespassers startle the sheepies (and if she catches anyone they get whacked with her staff at BEST--her neighbors aren’t unaccustomed to hearing loud, Galarian swearing in the middle of the night). On that note: she has a really bad sailor mouth.

Marna: Similar to how Cadi is the youngest of the leaders, Marna is the youngest of the current apprentices in the region. She has a curious nature, and is a bit of an energetic busy bee, who rarely has time or patience to sit down/relax--she’s constantly working on something or another, whether it’s helping Cadi do paperwork (see: doing it for her because Cadi is incapable of filing decent paperwork and Marna cannot stand disorganization), or working in her normal duties. Her work ethic is, in a word, unreal, and that’s one of the reasons why Cadi values her so much as an apprentice and friend. Marna tends to be a bit picky and stuffy, but she thrives in her work and loves helping people. She’s the one to ask the most questions/the one to have the most answers. She’s also loves birds!! Swablu, Cirrus, is a testament to that. She loves him and he can usually be seen perched on her head sleeping.

-------- Cypress Base--Base Leader, Hades--Apprentice, Lethe Hades: The leader of the north mountain base, Hades is a confident transman who leads with a rather cool head. In his past he was a very feared individual known as "Hel, ruler of hell" due to his grip on the gang life of the region. He's done things he's not proud of and would likely never talk about. A skilled climber and dedicated to his job and training of his partner Drednaw Cerberus-- he's just a supportive dad figure. Has known Russell for many years, and as mentioned, is a sort of father figure to Lethe.

(Hades and his art belongs to @edwardsbraid btw!) Lethe: The least energetic of the apprentices, Lethe is a troubled but soft hearted boy who didn’t intend to become a Ranger at all--he was living by himself with no income for years, on account of having no parents to speak of (abandonment issues ahoy)--his recommendation to the academy was a complete accident, but the school had free boarding and it gave him a purpose, so he took the opportunity while he had it. While he loves what he does, and has made two good friends out of this, he’s struggling to come to terms with his issues and struggles to keep up with his peers. He tends to be a trouble magnet, so the plot hammer will not be kind to him umu. He’s a bit indecisive, timid and an easy crier, but he genuinely loves pokemon/people and wants to be of use to everyone somehow. He’s not much of a logistical thinker but he’s definitely not a push over physically, which comes in handy--he has no partner pokemon for plot reasons that i will reveal later.

---------- Red Oak Base (Base is still in development so this portion is likely to be updated in the future)--Base Leader, Bridget--Apprentice, Alex

Bridget: Bridget- A senior base leader with a strong sense of morality and an attitude to back it, she has no trouble rearing in even the most stubborn of rangers. Only the most confident and worthy are able to perform an apprenticeship under her and are expected to take over all Union duties alongside the Base Leader role. In times of peace and outside of work, she enjoys quiet days in her cottage with her trusted Luxray (Queenie) and looking after her Granddaughter Fraise. Her base is integral to communications between the south and north sides of Asnia Rangers, because geographically it’s in the exact center of the region (and her area has the best weather of the two sides). This is typically where all the leaders and apprentices meet up for important meetings and such.

Alex: Bridget’s apprentice and a stubborn lad--he and Bridget are often bickering with each other. He’s a dumb little hothead who likes to challenge people and bicker with his mentor. He and her fight like siblings and poke fun at each other’s age (he calls her Granny). Will do things just because someone says he can’t (IE try to lift a log twice his size just because someone said he couldn’t), eagerly and affectionately combative. Possibly has a crush on one of the other apprentices but umu thats a topic for later.

(Both Alex and Bridget belong to @humanblt!)

--------- Willow Base--Leader, Russell, Apprentice-- Hestia Russell: A former violent tempered and loud mouthed delinquent, used to be Hades literal partner in crime and has been his close friend for many years--eventually, after some personal events that i’ll get into later, Russell got tired of his crime sprees. He has since turned over a new leaf and is a quiet, amicable young man who wouldn't hurt a fly--he’s determined to get as far away from his past as possible, to the point where he dropped his real name and decided to go by Russell. He refuses to hurt people if the need isn't dire, and has been labeled as a weenie for his pacifistic behavior/even temper. While soft hearted, he can be stern, and isn’t afraid to be tough when needed. Dearly loves his town and his new life as a peacekeeper. Terrified of ghosts/creepy places (ironic because he works in the spooky part of Asnia--the local ghost types like to pick on him). Usually seen helping old ladies across the street and chopping fire wood--very sensitive about his age and scarred face, and cries when someone points out a gray hair. Has a Corviknight, Cobalt, who is usually perched at the top of the base. In charge of keeping people out of the deeper part of the woods behind his town. Has a long term crush on Carys and clams up when she's around.

(art done as a collaborative by me and roseheart-exe) Hestia: Hestia is a cryptic but very sweet and dedicated girl from regions unknown. She often gives off the vibes that she knows more than she lets on, and often speak in riddles or vague non sequiturs. Locals tend to be unnerved by her general disposition, comparing her to a “ghost, at best”. She hates fire, is creeped out by dolls of any sort, and is easy to startle, despite her best efforts to appear calm and collected. Hestia tries to be kind and amiable, and loves her few friends very deeply, but she’s incredibly stubborn and refuses help when she needs it. Her upbringing made her a firm believer in self reliance. She dislikes people who pry or ask too many questions, and worries over others constantly. She looks up to Russell as a mentor and is especially close to him. Her Pokemon is a Lampent, Chandelle (Chandy). She’s never seen without her hat or her lantern, which glows very dimly--she’s very possessive of them and avoids questions regarding either. Incredibly difficult to make her cry: some people are convinced she can’t. Very sensitive, feelings hurt easily--May or may not be pining after one of her base colleagues, who we will get to in another post. Tends to go “Teehee” when dodging questions or lying. Cadi’s current greatest enemy, because Hestia wanders at night and has accidentally startled her sheep on multiple occasions.

------- Seabream Base--Leader, Ripley--Apprentice, Melanie Ripley: Ripley: A beachside base leader!! Very beautiful, but also very terrifying to many. She broke a man’s arm once, and while the context has been lost to time, the reputation she got from it remains strong. Isn’t afraid to flex her reputation when it suits her. Has a mermaid-esque beauty that has earned her a fan club. Her base members are her family, and she is a fierce mama bear when it comes to protecting them. Has a Sharpedo, Shin. Became close with Hestia after a few plot related happenings.

(Ripley and her art belong to @nimikyu!) Melanie: A bright and upbeat former lounge singer working under Ripley, loves nothing more than making people smile and smiling in return. Incredibly patient and impossible to piss off, and loves writing letters to her friend in Pinnate base and sending her little gifts. Tends to be a bit oblivious when not working, often described as having her head in the clouds. Takes her job more seriously than she lets on, and works incredibly hard to meet her Leader’s standards--she admires Ripley more than anyone--Melanie also is incredibly popular because of her former status as a singer so she gets way more attention that she bargained form--but she’s an entertainer at heart and tourists love her, which is why she’s in charge of them/in charge of making sure they don’t wander places they shouldn’t. Has a Wingull, Rio, who sometimes delivers her letters. Makes necklaces as a hobby.

------- Pinnate Base--Leader, Carys--Apprentice, Rudy Carys: Cadi’s older sister--A mild mannered, surprisingly strong young woman from Galar. Much calmer and levelheaded than her baby sister, although, sometimes she's too calm, and can come off as overly-relaxed and airheaded. An incredible swimmer, she also works part time as a life guard in her spare time. Cheerful and smiley, eager to help, spends alot of time with the local kids/local elders. (Not to say that she doesnt have a temper, because if you set her off you'll be subjected to Cadi 2.0). Tries to offer help to her sister often, only to be vehemently refused over and over. Can beat all the sailors in her town at arm wrestling, wears sunscreen on her face to encourage others to do the same. Runs a very tight ship and values teamwork and bonding. Has a Swampert, Johanna, who helps keep an eye on the weather/preform water rescues. Vocally skeptic about the supernatural, as an important side note.

(Fantastic art done by @bastart13 !! check their art out its gorgeous)

Rudy (bio will be updated periodically)!: A bit of a no nonsense, kind of moody boy--He has alot of respect for Carys in particular because he tends to be blunt and she's the only one who isn’t phased by it and doesnt let it affect her opinion of him. He reminds her alot of Cadi, so she's used to it and knows how to handle the teenage angst. Has a Sandyghast, Gobi! Sometimes Gobi loses their shovel and has a little flag instead.

(This little man belongs to @liimonpriince)! And that’s the gist for all the major protags--supporting cast will come next, and then we’ll get to the bad guys :)

#Pokemon ranger #peach rambles #ocs #region stuff #holy moly this took so loooooooooooooong #but here as i promised #more region stuff yeehaw #hopefully i didnt miss anything

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sunbird-tells-stories · 5 years ago

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= T I M B E R W I L D E =

(Full color refs courtesy of @fbschin and @the-trinket-witch, please support the artists)

FULL NAME: Tapeesa ‘Timber’ Wilde

APPEARANCE: 6’2, and by virtue of her height is the second tallest Xiaolin Dragon (second only to Clay, and even then it’s pretty close).

Floofy blonde hair. It is usually worn long but it is currently cut short with parts of it dyed forget-me-not blue. Tan skin. Brown almond-shaped eyes. Often wears a black toque/beanie, and has a taste for punk, grungy, and “woodsy” type fashions like leather jackets, plaid, distressed denim, etc.

Current outfit is as follows: Long sleeve black shirt with Canadian maple leaf design. Plaid overshirt. Ripped jeans, black socks and black boots. Fingerless black gloves. Single piercing on her nose, multiple piercings in her ears, and a forest green jacket with brown fur lining on the hood. Jacket is designed to make the wearer look like a wolf. This is Timber’s trademark jacket and her most recognizable article of clothing.

GENDER/SEXUALITY: Female. Pansexual. Polyamorous and proud.

PRONOUNS: She/Her/Hers

ETHNICITY: Mixed race - her mother is an Inuk woman from Labrador, and her father was an Irish-Canadian man from Newfoundland.

BIRTHPLACE/BIRTHDATE: Born and raised in the province of Newfoundland, Canada on November 2nd, 2003. Scorpio. 16 going on 17.

GUILTY PLEASURES: Cigarettes. Food. Weed. Food. Sneaking into places she shouldn’t. Food. Saucy reading materials. Food. Pretty girls. Food. Feisty boys. Food. Abusing her powers to be lazy, get what she wants and take shortcuts. Food. Loud music. Food. Singing. Food. Sneaking out at night. Food. Petty vandalism. Food. Street hockey. Food. Regular hockey. Food. Skateboarding. Food. Tagging property with her own unique brand of art. Food. Cute dogs. Food. Taking lots and lots of selfies and candid photos, as photography is her biggest passion and addiction ALSO FOOD DID I MENTION FOOD YET BECAUSE THAT’S A BIG ONE SHE IS ALWAYS HUNGRY

QUIRKS: Constantly takes photos. Constantly gets distracted. Constantly wanders off. Bites her lip when she is anxious or about to lie. Takes great pride in her hair and prior to her forced haircut took good care of it and grew it out long, thick and messy. Her wild hair is a trademark of hers and she doesn’t like people touching it or doing anything to it.

Is well known for having a nervous tic in the form of shaking hands. She claims it’s due to bad medication - and may even in fact believe her own lie - but in reality, it’s completely psychological in nature, due to her undiagnosed PTSD and trauma from a formative life event when she was 8 years old. It is always present, worsens under stress, and at times affects her motor skills so intensely that she cannot tie her shoes or pick up a spoon. It is a great insecurity of hers and she does her best to hide it.

TRIGGERS: Mentions of her family, being called “crazy” and being near the ocean or on water.

FUN FACTS:

When visiting a new place, Timber will build or draw an inukshuk and take a photo of it to commemorate the occasion. She has been doing this since she was small, and she continues this ritual in honor of the loved one who taught her how to do this.

Her real name Tapeesa means “arctic flower” in the Inuktituk language, but most people know her as Timber. Earned the nickname ‘Timber’ from her father when she made a tree fall as a young girl due to her Wood elemental powers revealing themselves. Answers only to the name ‘Timber’ in his memory.

Really loves blueberries. She likes all food and eats like a starving animal but she gravitates to blueberries and blueberry flavored things. Her trademark favorite food though is blueberry pancakes with blueberry jam, as per her father’s recipe.

COLORS: Blue and Green

ANIMAL SYMBOLISM: Moths 🦋

PHOBIAS: Several, actually.

Going home.

Losing the one “friend” she has.

Being alone for the rest of her life.

Being an outcast for the rest of her life.

Not being able to fulfill her deal to Sun and complete the one mission that has kept her going for YEARS.

Being open and honest and vulnerable with other people.

Trusting other people.

Other people.

But the one thing she fears more than anything else is the ocean. Deep water in general makes her very uncomfortable and she slowly loses it when in close proximity to beaches, docks, and boats. She. HATES. Being on water.

And she has every reason to hate it.

WHAT SHE WOULD BE FAMOUS FOR: Timber Wilde is the first Dragon of Wood in centuries, a “Wilde” card that even Wuya herself was not aware of before she made herself known. And due to the complicated history of the Xiaolin Dragons and the Dragons of Wood, that alone is more than enough to have everyone from the Xiaolin to the Heylin hunting her down. Inexperienced in actual combat, but with enough raw power and natural talent that exceeds even Raimundo and Omi’s Shoku-level abilities, Timber Wilde is cunning, powerful, creative, and above all, unpredictable.

Timber Wilde is also currently the owner of the Crown of the Monkey King, the most dangerous Shen Gong Wu in existence. What’s more, she is also the faithful and long-suffering servant, student and sometimes host of the evil that resides in it.

Along with her traveling companions, Jack Spicer, the reluctant Dragon of Metal, and Jermaine Thompson, the kung-fu prodigy that was trained by Chase Young himself, Timber Wilde currently travels the world in an ongoing journey, keeping her secrets close, her “enemies” closer, and searching for a way to free her master in exchange for her one and only chance to rectify the greatest failure of her life.

She will do whatever it takes to reach this goal. Even if she has to burn down the whole world to do it. After all...a deal’s a deal, right?

WHAT THEY WOULD GET ARRESTED FOR:

Theft. Arson. Disturbing the peace. Possession and underage usage of tobacco products and marijuana. General teenage mayhem. Destruction of property. Aggravated assault. Vandalism and trespassing.

...Treason.

WHO DO YOU SHIP THEM WITH: Timber is polyamorous and has a lot of romantic potential with a few different characters. I feel like she’d be happiest in a polyamorous triad with Jack Spicer as one of her lifelong partners due to how well they connect and compliment each other, but jury’s still out on who would best complete their OT3.

She’s 100 percent into nerds tho. Nerds and angry types and red hair and blue eyes. All she wants is to be topped by someone smarter than her. She just needs a feisty bookworm who can put her in her place and teach her things.

CHARACTER MOST LIKELY TO KILL THEM: Everyone is out to get Timber but sadly her worst enemy is in her own head. Literally. He’s in her HEAD.

FAVORITE BOOK/MOVIE GENRE: Historical/documtary type stuff because she’s hungry for knowledge of the world outside her small seaside town, but she also has a secret soft spot for shojo mangas and saucy romance books.

LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE/BOOK CLICHE: Sad endings, or stories where the dog dies.

TALENTS/POWERS: As the Dragon Of Wood, Timber Wilde has power over every form of plant life, and once again she’s nearly above Shoku level with her abilities. In addition to manipulating and accelerating plant growth, she can also....

Gift plants with sentience and speech,

Use pollen and scents to confuse, manipulate, charm or take out foes,

Create bioluminescent plants and fungi

Create armor for herself from plants

Use plants for camouflage, disguise, defense or offense

Create her own food source

And much more.

But the most important skill as Dragon of Wood she has is, above all, her healing abilities.

With the power to use the medicinal properties in her plants to heal almost any wound or illness, Timber Wilde’s healing powers make her invaluable in battle.

She also has learned one more technique from Sun, one that allows her to “borrow” another person’s power for her own.

But we can discuss that later.

WHY SOMEONE MIGHT LOVE THEM: Despite her many flaws, Timber Wilde isn’t that bad of a person. Deep down underneath her tough, nihilistic, cold exterior, she’s just a sweet, silly, mischief making teenager who just needs and wants a friend. She is a dreamer. She is an artist. Though she has long since lost faith in people she still has an eye for beauty and finds it everywhere in the world around her. She thirsts for adventure and wants to live life to the fullest and experience everything the unknown has to offer.

At her best, Timber Wilde is a lively, incredible, inspiring soul who is passionately devoted to everything and everyone she loves. She will go to the ends of the earth for anything and anyone she cares about, even if it costs her her own life.

WHY SOMEONE MIGHT HATE THEM: Timber Wilde is a deeply complicated person who has a lot of inner pain and fears. And like a certain other redhead, these feelings cause her to lash out at the world around her in less than ideal ways.

Timber lies. Timber keeps secrets. Timber can get very defensive when you poke past the casual front she tries to keep up and start asking her real questions. She has a loose sense of morals, and a survivalist mindset. She doesn’t reach out to other people. She doesn’t trust other people. In fact, the only person she puts her faith in is an evil entity trapped within the Shen Gong Wu she wears on her head. And because of his influence, her view of reality is severely warped.

She genuinely believes she has no real place in this world amongst other people. She genuinely believes everyone is out to get her and that everyone disappoints each other eventually and to make yourself vulnerable or to have faith in others is to invite hurt and heartbreak. And despite the fact that she holds her own needs and desires above everyone else’s, she thinks very, very lowly of herself.

She cannot forgive herself for past mistakes. She cannot let go of what’s already gone. She blames herself for the fate of her family and the untimely demise of the most important person in her life and this has taken a severe emotional and mental toll on her. And due to this loss, she has ONE goal in life that she chases after with all her heart and soul, and the way she tunnel visions in on her mission often means she leaves others to the wayside, though not always without guilt or regret.

Timber is....complicated. Like a wildfire, she burns and burns and burns, and each and every day she burns a little more out of control than before.

But fires don’t burn because they want to hurt people. Fires burn because they don’t know how else to keep from going out.

Timber Wilde knows her actions have consequences. But seeing no better options, she forces herself not to care. She lies to everyone, including herself.

HOW THEY CHANGE: Spoilers.

But I think a certain someone, or two certain someones, can help her change.

Power of friendship, baby.

Why You Love Them: Because she fulfills several of my wishes for what I wanted to see in Xiaolin Showdown.

A) She’s a female character

B) She’s a female XIAOLIN character

C) She is or will be a true blue ally and supportive friend to Jack Spicer, a boy who desperately needs friends

D) She’s a Dragon Of Wood and

E) She is a girl with grit who gets swept up into a magical life changing adventure

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thebiasrekkers · 5 years ago

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Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 13- Battle Born

"Once upon a time, I swore I had a heart Long before the world I know tore it all apart Once upon a time, there was a part of me I shared Years before they took away the part of me that cared."

Nyala had meant to go to her bedroom but she ended up wandering the hallways of the living area. The fact that she lost control like that bothered her and it bothered her greatly. She was supposed to be the one that kept her head on straight, the voice of reason but Yoongi’s words had gotten to her much more than she cared to admit. It was enough to break through her iron will that she had practiced so much over the decades. Hell, if she were to be fair--it started from when she realized that her path was being obscured from her when she was with the pirates.

It was when she impulsively decided she was going on this crusade against them. Then spiraled out of control when she met the Paths, a name that she’d coined herself when she realized that they had the same goals or the same paths as her. One, in particular, that seemed to fit so perfectly on top of hers. Without knowing, her feet had found themselves in front of his door and her body almost frustrated in a sense to continue their previous conversation. Her hand rose up to touch the chime on the side, to let him know that she was out there. After a moment, the door suddenly whisked open to reveal Jimin shirtless and hair sopping wet. His face had been dark until he realized who it was behind the door.

Almost immediately, his face brightened as he stepped aside to let her in. Nyala walked in, curious about what all he had set up in the small area. She hadn’t gotten to know much about everyone since getting aboard but was slowly starting to figure things out about each of them. In particular, Jimin. He was usually quiet and helpful but also possessed a playful streak that came out when dealing with Jungkook or Jin. Yoongi was much like a guardian, one who hid behind his tough exterior to protect the others. She realized that but it was taken entirely too far and it was what caused the fracture in their relationship now. Jimin looked a bit tired but hid everything well, too well in fact. She also noticed that underneath the clothes, there were patterns across his body that if not looked at properly--they would have been mistaken for another type of tattoos.

No, they were old scars.

They etched along his body, across his chest. She had to wonder what all happened to him to receive such extensive procedures? She sat down on his bed, eyes watching him as he walked to take a towel from a cabinet to dry his hair off with. It was a comfortable silence between them as they just existed in that space. It wasn’t until he came and sat beside her, allowing himself to just feel in that moment. With all that had been going on, neither one of them had the opportunity to stop for a moment. Even in their supercharged meeting, it was one that surprised the both of them after they had a few moments by themselves.

They had only known each other for a short while but it also felt like forever.

Yoongi stared out into space, the inky blackness of the void that actually went on forever. The spattering of stars that streaked by as they were in Subspace. It looked no different from actual space but one could see the beautiful colors of the ionized particles as it washed over the ship. It was soft and comforting, along with the gentle hum of the ship as it flew through it. He’d almost missed it all but the thing that he missed the most was the refreshing feeling of not having to worry about the layers between them and the vacuum of space. To be able to breathe the air without thinking about their life support systems. He supposed it was something he took for granted while being planetside, with an atmosphere that was in full effect and not subject to fail should anything drastic happen.

Of course, that could be said of things planetside but that was there. Safe and able to breathe comfortably but there? It was all canned and wrapped in metal waiting to be destroyed.

“Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travelers far from home.”

“Well damn, if you’re cold then get a blanket. I won’t tell.”

Yoongi was surprised when he was answered by the one person that he didn’t want near him right then. Vairuit's voice was light in amusement but still held the gritty undertones that befitted her nature. He could see his reflection in the glass, his eyes narrowing in response to her unwelcome appearance. He said nothing as he just simply tried to ignore her but he already knew that she wouldn’t just go away that easily. Finally, he just turned to her and said nothing--hoping that she would just take the hint.

“Still got your everything in a twist? Jeez, do all of your kind get like this? You’re kinda worse than someone’s clingy ex.”

Yoongi was definitely better than someone’s clingy ex and the remark made him puff up a little. Why was it that every time she spoke to him, it was like nails dragging along his skin? She was suddenly standing beside him, looking out of the window as well with a sigh. He stared at her for a good, long minute as he decided on what he should do. If she was insisting on riling him up, then he would have none of it as he vehemently wished to stay in his own world. One where upon realizing that he was in full control over and not subject to the whims of the universe. He’d been doing that for so long that he had forgotten what it was like to have others around him, other than Jimin.

He should probably apologize to him but once his feelings were done being stepped on, then he would do so.

“You know, you got some amount of willpower to keep up that facade of yours. You clearly want to have that connection with someone like Jimin and Nyala but you’re just a damn child when it comes to that. That family complex again, isn’t it?”

“Look , you have no idea what my past is like. Yeah, I guess I do have a family complex because when you come from a royal family like mine and you practically did everything for them--to please them? Only for shit to go down and you’re tossed away like nothing ever mattered at all? The fact that they never cared at all and even made attempts to kill you when you didn’t fit their needs? How fucked is that, to live decades like that? Our race is known for our psionic abilities but with those abilities, you can really fuck with someone’s head.”

He turned back to the window, his anger simmering but not yet exploding. Maybe it was because he was letting go of some of the crap that had been in his bloodstream for years. Just by speaking it out loud, letting it float away into the void. He wasn’t giving up his guarded stance but without him realizing it, the cracks in his wall were beginning to show to her. And she saw them as clear as day. The want and need to be accepted or loved by someone but afraid to be used like that again.

“You come from a warrior family. Granted, they probably didn’t care for the path you chose but you chose it from your own will. I chose mine out of survival, out of the fact that if I didn’t--I would have died and I’m not about to die now. There’s something out there that’s been calling out to me and I intend to find out what it is.” Yoongi didn’t even look at her but the window forced him to do so in another way. Her reflection showed that she was sporting a grin on her face, triumphant about something.

“Well, there’s something I’d never thought I’d see. Yoongi, you big old softie under those spikes. You’re like a crab and I think I like it.”

Her fingers traced along the scars, almost white from the years spent healing over. One could have gotten that fixed with the technology those days but for some reason, Jimin chose to keep them. It was almost like someone had tore him apart and placed him back together again but with different parts. His hand reached up and took hers, the big eyes of his shining like he already knew what she was thinking.

“Yes, I wasn’t always like this.”

“Hey mamá! I heard this really cool sound today!”

He held up an old device, one that some spacers called a radio and shook it for her to see. The woman, whose hair fell beyond her waist, reached down and took the device from the child. She held it up to her ear and the static garbled loudly but one could hear the most intricate tone from inside of it. It was almost like music and her little one was able to identify it, a genius in the making.

She smiled at him and ruffled his hair, the clasps of the traditional Mogwai on his ears. She always said that his nose bridge ridges were the cutest of all the land. He grinned up at her, giggling at the affection as he shied away from it. The little boy blushed at his mother praised him for such a feat. He was still so young yet so very bright and colorful for the world, always sensing the needs of others. Yet, it was his nightmares that scared her the most. The way that he would scream and plead for them not to take anyone. She watched him take the old radio and scamper off into the distance, the golden fields on which they lived by. He truly was one of a kind, his ability to secrete the toxin used by his race--it came about so early in him as well as the visions. Some ancients said that because of their unique ability, it connected them to something higher and even times that they could sense.

Their race was one of technology and science but even that peaceful life could change. Her son had already foreseen it.

Jimin turned Nyala around, his hands finding the spots on her back and kneaded ever so slightly. He hummed while he massaged her back, the sound reverberating through his chest. His ability came out through the pads of his fingers, his will allowing it to do so as he put pressure onto the knots that had formed. She sighed, the muscles relaxing under his strength. The type of strength that had been acquired through all the Frankenstein ideology of the people that he had been serving under. He remembered how he lost his temper and nearly broke the table, the feeling of shame washed over him again.

It was everything over the past few days that was finally catching up with him.

“Nyala, I am sorry for the other day. I should have controlled myself better.”

“Do not do that to yourself. I could have said no and we all know it.” She turned around, making him stop what he was doing to look at him. Her own hand reached out to touch his face, to have the cheek fit perfectly into her hand. She didn’t care what had happened to him, just as long as he was fine now. They all had their stories, their woes and their own scars--it would only be a matter of time before they were all comfortable talking about them all.

The Pirates came.

And with them, the raiders attacked. The selfish beings that allowed the raiders to take control and capitalize on their golden lands. They had refused to do business with the Pirates and because of that, things changed. Their peaceful lands were invaded and destroyed on both fronts. They had been so far away from Federation space that they had made due with what they were given. As much as they had helped other species, not a single one came to help them.

Jimin was snatched up, screaming and biting the one that had him. His mother reached out for him, to hold him one last time but a shot sounded and blood poured out of her chest. The little boy’s eyes were round as saucers, watching that unfold before him. He screamed, fighting even more ferociously in return. When he woke up, the fires were gone and he was on a cold ship--dark and silent as he was surrounded by metal. There were others there of his kind but no one talked, they had just given up. They told him that it would be best if he would do the same, a little boy that was now lost in space.

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vinylackles · 6 years ago

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spn questions

I was tagged by the wonderful @sensitivehandsomeactionman , go check out dani’s blog if you haven’t! thanks for the tag love :)

1. When did you start watching Supernatural?

I started watching on netflix in 2012, and I watched season 8 while it was on air!

2. Who is your favorite in TFW?

I relate the most to Dean, but Sam always pulls my heart strings so it’s honestly a tie for me I think

3. Who is your least favorite in TFW?

The show has always been about the brothers for me, so I gotta go with Cas if I have to choose.

4. Tag your top 5 Supernatural blogs.

oh boy oh boy okay um @wanderingcas @starsmish @malevolent-dean @dr-sexy and @hhoneycas are a few that come to mind that I’ve been lovin recently!! but check out my desktop theme sidebar that has all my awesome mutuals

5. Who is your favorite character (not including TFW)?

SO many good ones, I gotta go with either Bobby or Charlie

6. Who is your favorite woman in Supernatural?

Rowena

7. John or Mary?

I find John more intriguing, but personality wise I choose Mary

8. What were your first opinions of Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack?

Sam: That we had a lot in common, and that he was the type to go all-or-nothing for anything in his life Dean: A sweet bean with a tough-guy complex who I fell in love with instantly Cas: Righteous and very interesting Jack: The smolest boi (still accurate)

9. What’s your favorite season?

oh god, probably season 4 or season 8 or season 1 wow I totally cheated

10. What’s your least favorite season?

any of the Leviathan seasons hahaha,

11. Opinions on Destiel?

To many people’s surprise considering I write them, I don’t actually ship Destiel in canon. There’s just too much going on in their history for me to ever believe that they will actually get together. However their dynamic makes for some damn good fic material!

12. Do you believe Supernatural queerbaits?

i see where people feel this way, and I honestly don’t know enough about the subject to form an opinion, so pass

13. Seasons 1-7 or 8-14?

oh boy, if it was 1-8 I’d be down so fast haha, but 1-7 will do

14. Favorite villain (plot wise)?

Ruby!! the best villain plot line of the show hands down

15. Do you think they should end the Lucifer plot line?

for the love of god and all that is holy, YES. GET RID OF HIM. BURN IT WITH FIRE. ANYTHING. JUST END IT

16. Who do you think has gone through more trauma (Sam, Dean, or Cas)?

I think they’ve all gone through a shit ton, more than any human (or angel) should ever have to, so I don’t really feel like comparing it. And each trauma is different for each one. For example, Sam having to kill Madison would be much more traumatic for him than Cas having to kill a monster he slept with. Yah feel? it’s hard to judge

17. What’s your favorite Supernatural episode?

I find myself rewatching all hell breaks loose parts 1 and 2 because I enjoy pain I guess haha. But Baby was beautifully done, and I have a soft spot for Wendigo for some reason.

18. Do you like case episodes?

That’s what the show started as, so it always takes me back to the good ole days haha

19. Who do you relate most to in TFW?

I relate to Dean’s vulnerability and responsibility of protecting people, but I relate to Sam’s all or nothing attitude, and his family dynamic

20. Why do you like Supernatural?

I loved it from the beginning because it’s not romance driven. I wanted something that had a plot line that didn’t need a million break-up make-up arcs, because they’re unrealistic and in my opinion, worn out. I think spn shows the power of love in a really different way

21. If you could bring back one character and kill off another who would they be?

Kevin, and I’d kill off Nick for sure

Tagging: I’m tagging @ruthiesconnells, @wanderingcas @starsmish @malevolent-dean @dr-sexy and anyone else who wants to do it!! it’s okay if you don’t want to :)

#this one was LONG #about me #ask games #long post

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twitchesandstitches · 6 years ago

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Pokemon in Crossthicc - Trainers and Gym Leaders

TRAINERS

An important note, regarding the use of the Japanese original names of the trainers or the Americanized names; personally i prefer the original names, but I figure the English ones are more familiar. So, consider this: the majority of the Pokemon trainer characters originate from worlds and territories that were culturally dominated by, and descended from, Japan. Their actual names are, thus, their Japanese ones. However, as they learned the languages of many different worlds, they came to adopt various screen names and nicknames, regarding their real names as something personal and special. They use these names, like Ash, Brock or Dawn, among strangers, reserving the names of their homeland for only trusted family-friends.

They’re all older in this AU; around 20 years old at minimum. If they’ve been around for the majority of the fleet’s existence, they’ll be a few hundred years old, kept eternally young by longevity mods and their increasing power, and bonds to their Pokemon.

It can be generally assumed that Pokemon characters that were originally from Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh are descended from Japanese colonists from ancient human explorers, Unovans are a grab-bag of different colonists and ancestries, Kalosites are descended from France, and the Alolans’ ancestors were indigenous Hawaiians. Other possibilities can be worked out individually, or just going with what feels right. If non-human species feels right for them, that can also be factored in.

Finally, any Pokemon trainer can assume any trait, mod or physical mutation that would be appropriate to the Pokemon most associated with them: if they have ever trained a particular Pokemon, or it suit their theme, they can take on traits from that Pokemon. This can be a deliberate mod they’ve taken, or a consequence of growing close to their Pokemon summons.

Ash/Satoshi: Combining elements of both their anime character and Red from the first generation, he’s a bit of a dork who is staggeringly good with Pokemon. Rather genderfluid, keeping with later games allowing you to play as girl or boy without issue, though retaining a very macho attitude through it all, and not terribly bright. Generally has Pikachu traits, but has manifested aspects from all befriended Pokemon; Charizard wings, Squirtle shell, Meganium vines, Latias wings… really, it’d be easier to say what traits they haven’t got access to!

Misty/Kasumi: Endowed, favoring water-themed powers and partially transforming into a liquid state. Likes modding herself into an aquatic dragon girl or with fierce sea monster traits. She’s something of a big sister to anyone around her, but very fiercely so. Romantically involved with Ash, but probably gives them noogies. Hyper hourglass body, absolutely massive bust. Even bigger hair! That side ponytail is to get it out of the way, really. For mutations, she often has the gills, sharp claws and tail of a Gyrados, the strong horns and tough shell of a Corsola, and the angelic wings of a Togetic. She likes any mutation or power that is water-related and cute, though.

May/Haruka: Endowed, and prefers a life of showmanship and performance to the battlefield, taking part in acts of daring choreography and bonding with Pokemon through art. Her choice of mods tend to include big wings, soft fur, a dextrous tail, and big digging claws, as well as hyper flexibility for really interesting possibilities in performance art. Generally thick, but with impressively hyper breasts. Generally goes for fire powers and avian legs from her Blaziken friend, but she’s also sported Beautifly wings, Venusaur vines, and the jaws of a Snorlax (With an appetite to match).

Iris: A brash, cocky and tough fighter doing her absolute best to prove herself worthy of being Endowed, and to this end she is constantly going on adventures to power up Sierra to the point that she’ll be happy to give Iris the gift of being Huge! As it is, Iris is already a pretty big girl, with absolutely ludicrous hair mods of astounding size, and immensely wide hips for a hyper pear shape. She favors dragon-themed mods, including transforming into a mash-up of different dragon Pokemon for dicey fights. Otherwise she prefers Dragonite wings, can turn her limbs into Excadrill weapons, and a lot of Garchomp power ups. Unlike some other Pokemon summoners, she’s fine using her homeland name among outsiders.

Serana: Not technically a trainer of any kind; she just has a hard-earned knack for getting the respect of Pokemon. An accomplished dancer and racer, she has declined the opportunity to become Endowed in favor of settling down on a fleet world somewhere. Until then, she is a valued member of a performance troupe. Slimmer than average for a thicc girl, but very fit and strong, and still bigger than humanly possible. She often sports the flame powers and fur of a Fennekin, Pancham jaws, and the ribbon-like tendrils of a Sylveon.

Lillie: Daughter of Lusamine, and possibly with no father at all, born of genetic cloning here. (Her canon dad DID raise her, though.) She harbors a deep terror of Pokemon after seeing the destruction they can unleash in their corruption, and to be fair, that is quite sensible. Nonetheless they are drawn to her, and she has been taught how to deal with them and relieve them from their pains. She has a very complicated relationship with her mother, and prefers not to deal with her if she can avoid it at all. Not Endowed herself, she lives off the fleet on one of their worlds, working at a quiet shipping company. Hyper pear shape-type figure! Very close to her Cosmog, which tends to be a floaty shortstack monster girl. Lillie herself often has a cosmic-looking body of black, gaseous substance glowing with starlike shapes. Should she have to power up for a fight, she can materialize the aspects of Lunala (large batlike wings and hard outer shell) and Solgaleo (spiky mane hair, huge claws, organic armor).

Hilda: A good-natured and somewhat BOOYAH type heroine, she is very obviously one of the Endowed, being much taller than any of the other trainer girls and having the absolute largest, most hyper thicc body of anyone of them. Her hair isn’t modded much, it's just really big. Older than any of the other trainers, she’s a mom-friend leader of the magical creature caretakers on the Fleet. Her taste in mods is a bit all over the place, and she favors pretty much any style of mod, with a lean towards raw athletic potential and destructive power. In general, her physical mutations lean towards Tepig tusks and legs, and the thick tail of a Serperior.

Other characters: Characters like Brock, Max, Tracey, Cilan, minor trainers of all sorts, and other characters that don’t seem instantly suitable to the ‘big girls’ nature of the AU. They are most likely all researchers and investigators into the resurgent Pokemon, with twists for their canon interests or expertise, and close to at least a few Pokemon friends: Brock, for instance, is likely a veterinarian for magical beings. They are likely to be in the Fleet, but it's most likely they are just living on its worlds as citizens. Originally part of the Smash Fleet, but headed off on their own after they merged with the MILF Fleet, settling down on various worlds the MILFs claimed.

We can’t forget the most important characters either: the Pokemon themselves. All Pokemon associated with the characters (such as on their teams in the anime) travel with their human friend pretty much full time, without really concerned about team number restrictions, as that’s not a factor here, with no real Elite Four or League questions arising. Some Pokemon may prefer to take a bit of a vacation at the various zoos where animals and beasts of the Fleet or Stingers are cared for, so that can be LIKE the whole ‘hanging out on the ranch’ deal.

Their personalities are pretty much as per canon; protectors are liable to be guardians and proactive fighters on behalf of their friends, the more calm like to sit back and do their own thing and avoid too much adventure, and the more inquisitive or bright might be doing science work. Pokemon in this AU are, fundamentally, people, even if they are eldritch spirit-beings.

GYM LEADERS

Gym Leaders, in this AU, are people who have a long-time expertise understanding Pokemon and working with them, as best they can. Ultimately this may not mean much, based on how dangerous a corrupted Pokemon can be, but they are by far much more experienced than anyone else in a practical sense. Professors are similar, with more interest in theory and research. Given the nature of the AU, they may not even have any connection to Pokemon at all, but be magical researchers in a broader sense pursuing their own investigations entirely. For the most part, assume that they are not connected to the fleet, but are independants, with some exceptions as noted below.

Erika: A motherly and hyper thicc woman (though not Endowed) with plant-like traits; her feet are roots, and flowers sprout from her bust. She enjoys working in the agriculture part of the fleet, using her bond with Grass Pokemon to understand how plants work and devise superior methods of growing crops.

Sabrina: An incredibly powerful psionic, to the point that she is periodically crippled by the intense pain her growing powers can cause her body. She has become Endowed and has gotten better at handling them, but her powers grow in proportion to her expanding body, and so she’s something of a glass cannon. Powerful, but not able to fight for long. Very fit and super thicc, but burns through her curves easily. Often has the big tail and whisker-things of the Abra line.

Whitney: A very big, curvaceous woman that runs a farm on the agriculture fleet ships, favoring Miltank-based mods; she’s effectively a superpower cowgirl at this point! Extremely big, strong, nad using the Rollout power to catapult herself at high speeds, she’s also become a contender in big time racing as well. Uses Miltank mods and LOTS of them; she’s had huge horns, hooves, a bovine tail, and sometimes multi boob when she feels like it.

Claire: Hyper hourglass traveling heroine, seeking out dragon Pokemon to save them from the corruption, often by besting them in physical combat. A hyper hourglass-type, she is incredibly strong, as befits her massive proportions, and bears many dragon-themed mods. Wings sprout from her back, her limbs end in fearsome claws, and her scaly skin resists damage like armor. She may even be able to physically transform into a dragon herself.

Roxanne: A studious, thicc researcher with an affinity for mods that make her more resilient and stonelike, and rumored to have actually spoken with the mysterious Regirock at some point. Sher certainly develops stony skin at times.

Flannery: Big-time hourglass with flame characteristics, and an enthusiastic prizefighter who can fight well against the Fleet’s best when they face off against her. She’s made use of various fire-like mods and strung them together so that she has awakened flame-themed powers by communing with her fire Pokemon friends. Sports a Torkoal shell, as well.

Lenora: A hyper thicc MILF; she’s a gentle soul who has opted to remain with the Fleet, intent on seeing legendary archeological discoveries with her own eyes. She is close with the Megido trolls, and forms a kind of team alongside them when they go to dig zones and ancient sites to explore or examine them. Her mods are mostly subtle (sub-dermal armor, hard nail-claws, enhanced muscles) but can be activated to enhance themselves and mutate for maximum effect. One of the main Pokemon characters of the AU! She can swell her tongue into a massive prehensile form like a Lickiliki, grow large Sawsbuck antlers, Braviary wings and talons, and the fearsome armor of a Kangaskhan mother.

Skyla: an explorer and ace fighter pilot, she enjoys traveling worlds with a small group of flying Pokemon she is working to fully counsel, and is friendly enough with the Fleet, though she finds them a bit wanton. She is thinking about signing up, maybe. Not much of a modder herself, she has still gone in for an unusual mod: built-in organic jet engines on her body, so she can fly on her own! Hyper hourglass, fit body type. She has multiple wings, the different sets various mixtures of avian pokemon (Swanna, Archeops, Braviary, and Mandibuzz), her arms can transform into the multiple limbs of a Drifblim, and she can sport fluffy feathers when she likes.

Olivia: A Fleet member with excellent reputation, a good-natured competitor who does her best to bring out all her opponents have to offer, she has bonded with her own Pokemon friends so well they can fight through her, fusing with her in order to battle effectively. She has innovated the Pokemon fusion techniques, to excellent effect. Hyper thicc, very tall, and Endowed as well. She’s got a wide variety of different mods to choose from, and her most common arsenal includes Armaldo claws and tail (with some armor mods based off them, too), Cradily tendrils, Gigalith spikes, and the jaws and fluff from a Lycanroc.

#/#//#///#////#/////#queued #crossthicc AU #crossthicc!pokemon

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littlemisskookie · 7 years ago

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Star Light, Star Bright

Star Light, Star Bright Ship: Shooting Star/ Guardian Angel!Jimin | Reader Description: When you wish upon a star, you never really think he’d come to visit. Warnings: Fluff, Intercourse, Fingering, Slight Cum Play, Slight Dirty Talk, ANGST Word Count: 7,595 A/N: Fluffier (sorta) than my other writings, and maybe not as dirty. It’s still there though. I was starting to think I’d never get around to writing this but I’m so glad I finally finished!

You threw your bag on the bed, plopping down on the covers, your back bouncing against the mattress. You were wrecked, basically half-drunk, with smeared lipstick and mascara streaks down your cheeks. You just stopped by a fast food restaurant only to be greeted by looks of pity and the hamburger you ordered. It was finished halfway through the ride home, where you sat in the back of a crummy Uber with a chatty driver who wanted to know why you were so smashed.

Fuck, your love life was up in flames.

You got enough alcohol in your system to finally try to make a move on your close friend who you were crushing on for months, only to walk in on him pounding into another friend. Your drunk self stumbled out, absolutely dazed, and it hit like a truck.

You haven't gone on a date for way too long, and you haven't gotten long in so long. You had been so busy with life, and now you were sure your crush was far more interested in Miss Butterfly Tattoo. Nice tattoo, though, you had to admit. Damn her for getting a good artist.

You sighed to yourself, rubbing your face, perhaps ruining your crusty eyeliner and such everywhere, making it worse. Why was it every time you liked someone they seemed to be staring in another direction? Like seriously, was it so much to ask? For a chance?

You grumbled to yourself, pulling yourself off of your bed and shaking your head. Sulking won't do much good. You've sulked too much. Instead, you fished out your practically dead phone, tapping on dating sites in a desperate attempt to get someone seemingly decent. You didn't want just a regular hookup- you at least wanted something. But it seemed like your type of rugged and tough didn't seem to mesh well with your actual personality, because your narrowed eyes and strong personality would drive men away to call you a bitch.

And honestly, you couldn't blame them. All this time you thought you needed someone as tough as you to be on your level and to put you down to a point that could control you in some aspect- from nights like these where you were a bitter mess. But the guys you saw weren't open to feelings and while they were strong and head strong and physically strong in most aspects, they frankly had you butting heads with them. Your independence and opinion got stronger, and it was like two dominant forces that didn't do well. You became more hardened after each man.

Maybe you needed someone to soften you up.

But a soft guy would typically end up being the ones who wouldn't look at a girl like you anyways. And once again, you were overlooked towards the girl who was better than you were. More pure, more soft, more innocent. More appealing, at least to guys like that apparently.

Ugh.

You pulled on a hoodie, wrapping it around your tight and promiscuous dress as you stepped outside on the balcony, letting the cold night air hit you. It was too early in the morning. You should be passed out on the couch or something about now, or perhaps in a makeout session until your drunk self finds out the guy said something entirely too stupid or you yourself admit something humiliating to make him run away.

Your eyes stare up at the stars, clear as day, and you sit down on the floor, letting your hooded eyes stare up at the small twinkling lights. You yawned, an old childhood rhyme coming to mind. You hadn't heard it in years, but it was always what your mother told you to say when you wished for the impossible.

You needed to go back to being that naive, little girl again anyways.

Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath, letting your eyes stare back at the brightest star in the sky. "Star bright, star light, the first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."

This was stupid. You were stupid. You were a grown ass woman reciting a children's rhyme. Yet, you let yourself slip into character, imagining yourself back at five years old, bright eyes filled with hope as you squeezed onto a teddy bear half your size, your nightgown dragging your feet as you rushed to a window to wish on the same star every night. You never wished for anything big, mainly a toy or something, and by the time you stopped it was because you knew wishing wouldn't do anything.

Your eyes light up, though, as you see a small glimmer, a small light zooming across the sky. A shooting star? It had to be, but- never mind. You were being ridiculous. But you knew the small girl you used to be would be rather disappointed if you passed away what made countless movies, books, and such.

You take a deep breath, laughing at yourself, smelling the alcohol on your own breath. "I wish I had a boy who loves me as much as I love him."

You were so stupid, and you knew the wish wouldn't come true. But it was for your inner child's sake. You knew that. And you shook your head as you grinned to yourself. Here you were, wishing on stars. Was this what rock bottom felt like?

You got up, opening the door to head inside when a strange hissing sound filled your ears. You furrowed your brows as the sound got louder, and turned around, seeing a ball of light zooming closer to you. Your eyes widened, and it was so close you shrieked, closing your eyes and ducking down, slamming your body to the ground as you covered your head and ears with your arms, shaking. You felt something scorching whir above your head, giving you the feeling of a sunburn on the back of your neck.

And it all went silent.

You peeked from under your arms, scrambling up to a sitting position to gape at the small pile of dust and glitter on your floor. It was a rather big pile, admittedly, and it seemed to be formed with fine glitter of bright pink, purple, and blue.

"What the f-"

You shrieked again as the glitter started to move, as though picked up by some sort of wind, and the bits started to glow and beam, reflecting in the lights as it started to fly up in the air. You scrambled back, your heart beating fast as you stared in horror, seeing the pile melt and form into what appeared to be a statue.

You were breathing heavily, absolutely in shock to see what appeared to be a man wearing an oversized sweater, made completely out of the pink, purple, and blue specks, and formed so perfectly, you thought you were staring at an angel who took a bath in glitter. Your eyes were wider than golf balls as the bright colors started to fade into pastel pink for hair, tan peach for skin, and the rest of the body and clothes were formed.

You let out a small yelp as the figure opened his eyes, the color a bright blue. What the fuck was going on right now?! The figure then stumbled back a bit, scratching his head, a few glitter pieces falling from his hair as he squeezed his eyes shut, getting used to his surroundings.

He looked to you, finally, plump and perfectly shaped lips you were convinced were shaped by the angels themselves curling into a smile, and his eyes lit up brighter than even the ball of light that flew towards you seconds ago.

"You called?"

"OK WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" you shouted out, scrambling up. "I'm not drunk enough for- for this! I know I didn't take any edibles, so why don't you just explain Mr. Glitter where that ball of light or whatever came in here and- and why you're here and what the FUCK happened? This is trespassing- this is insane! I ought to be trying to stab you with a butter knife or something with a few pew pew stabs to the heart, you know! You're lucky you're beautiful but I almost had a heart attack! Why are you here?!"

The man raised a brow, smiling sheepishly. "You think I'm beautiful?"

Your cheeks burned. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT FROM THAT CONVERSATION?!"

"Woah woah, alright, let's take it easy!" the man said, rushing towards you with his arms outstretched. "You look like you're about to faint, now, let's sit you down. I'll make you some water to sober you up now, and we can explain everything in the morning- er, after you get some rest."

"No!" you fumed. "You're explaining right here, right now! None of this 'you'll know later' bullshit, am I clear? Explain to me right now! What are you doing here, who are you, and what are you?"

"Alright, alright, I'll explain," the man assures. "Just sit down first, alright?" He offers a hand to you, most of it masked from the pale blue sleeve of his hoodie.

You narrow your eyes, reluctantly taking his hand and pulling yourself up, going over to sit down on the couch. You crossed your arms, waiting. He stands before you, a serene expression on his face that made your insides explode. Did he do this often?

"First thing first," he smiles. "I'm Jimin, and I'm your guardian angel."

You blink at him. "What. I mean, wait what? WHAT?"

Jimin waves his hands in motion to calm you down. "Yes, I am. We come to you in the form of stars, and we glow the brightest in your eyes in particular. We come to assist you when we are told you have a wish to change your life, and we typically come down to assist with that task and look after you. You've made a wish to experience love, which will ultimately change your life in some aspect, depending on the experience, and I'm supposed to help you find it. Usually, we don't assist so... directly, but I've been told that this was a different mission than most."

You gape at him. "You mean to tell me I have a guardian angel? Shouldn't you be coming when I'm about to die? Or I don't know, why weren't you here before? Why haven't you been there to stop me from being stupid and falling for the wrong guys or going out drunk or ultimately from becoming a wreck? And a falling star? You're a falling star? A star? That defies science in all aspects! That's illogical and just plain ridiculous!"

"You just saw a man form out of stardust," Jimin coughs. "And I'm not an actual shooting star- at least not the kind your scientists refer to. Only you can see me when I come down here in that... what did you call it? Ball of light? Glitter? Well, if you saw all of that, clearly your science isn't able to detect everything. I'm not the ball of gas millions of light-years away, but we do refer to ourselves as stars, in a sense. We each own one little star where we're able to reside and watch over the humans we've been assigned to, and we come down to Earth only when the time is right."

"I don't believe it," you say, dazed. This was so much to take in. You weren't sure if you needed to be flat out drunk to deal with this, or just sober. But the in between you currently were in wasn't exactly helping.

"Well you sort of saw it all with your own eyes, so you sort of have to," Jimin smiles. "Besides, Y/N, I've been waiting for this moment for so long!"

You quirk a brow at his excited stature, seeing how he seemed to glow. "Uh, might I as why? How do you know my name?"

"I have to watch over your hardest moments, and at times I have to send you messages through your conscious so that you can make decisions. It doesn't always work, but it does add some morals and such for you. I've had to keep an eye on you and wait patiently for the moment that was supposed to flip your world upside down. You always seemed to be in such pain when it came to that category, though, it was sad. Guy after guy seems to be a piece of a puzzle you keep trying to fit your own piece, jamming the two together until you eventually give up on it. You seem hurt, after all this time, as though you believe you'll never have love, that I couldn't wait to come down to help you."

"You've been watching me all this time?" you say, eyes wide. That was embarrassing...

"Only the times you were most in need, don't worry," Jimin smiles, assuring you. "Nothing creepy, per se. But my mission is to help you fall in love."

"And that's supposed to change my life? How?" You raise your eyebrows skeptically.

"Who knows?" Jimin shrugs. "Maybe the heartbreak will lead you to something bigger and better in life. Maybe you'll meet your future husband. The possibilities are endless, but apparently, this love is going to be what shapes you into you for the rest of your life, that turns your life around."

"Well it's not so pretty right now," you grumble to yourself, still seemingly dazed. "What happens if I find this love?"

"Then my job is done and I go back," Jimin confirms. "I'll still be whispering in your ear the right thing to do, of course, but I won't be able to return to Earth. That's the sad truth."

"Are you like an alien or something?" you question.

"And this is the point where I tell you to get to bed," Jimin says. "It's been a long day, you've had a lot of things happen, and information to process. Let's get you to bed and then we'll talk later, alright?"

"Wait," you pause. Your eyes shoot up to his. "Give me your hand."

The man raises an eyebrow and does as he's told, and you take it in your hands. His hands were small, the flesh soft, and had you not seen it with your own eyes you would have never guessed he was made from stardust.

Before you know it, you're being ushered to the bathroom.

Before long it became normal to have an actual star in your apartment. He stayed there (rent free, mind you, though he had no need for food or sleep, which as a major convenience for you, though you'd often wonder exactly what he did to keep himself busy while you were away or asleep) and would sometimes tag along after you got done with your more so mundane routines, and he would sometimes tag along on boring errands or have to accompany you when you went to parties to simply get drunk out of your mind.

Typically that's where Jimin would try to convince you to talk to a potential love interest, but you'd start taking drink after drink until you were a giggly mess, keen on forgetting your troubles and instead prolonging Jimin's mission of helping you find love, and too many nights you were stumbling into his embrace instead as he took you home. You were a mess, you knew that, but frankly you'd drink more to forget you were a mess. It wasn't something that happened every night, but it was enough to where even you knew you were a nuisance.

Jimin didn't care though. He was sweet and gentle, and kind, and you would've guessed- even if it didn't happen before your very eyes- that he was nothing less than an angel. He was too perfect, too soft, and his looks were positively angelic.

He mentioned he didn't approve of your drinking, but frankly, it wasn't something you intended on stopping without a clear reason. You weren't flat out drunk, where you couldn't remember a single thing that happened. But you were drunk enough where you wouldn't think about what you were doing, a pleasant buzz in your mind and your arms feeling silky and loose. You didn't hurt anyone, sure, but you were a slight fumbling mess. Jimin wasn't fond of your ways to cope but nonetheless didn't complain or criticize you.

You had a cup in your hand one particular night, singing the song that was playing from the top of your lungs, and walking over to the pink haired star. "Hello, annngel~" you mused, singing off key. Jimin laughed, swinging his arm around your waist to direct you.

"I think we ought to get you back home," Jimin says, taking the cup from your hand and setting it down on a nearby table.

You pouted at your friend and guardian, rolling your eyes, "I'm just having a bit of fun, Jiminie! Cheer up, hm?"

Jimin snickers, rolling his eyes. "Alright, let's get you home." You lean his weight on him, stumbling as he guides you out.

"Hey Starboy," you slur, "are you a virgin?"

Jimin stops, his eyes wide. "What?" he sputters.

"Have you stuck your glittery cock in some other ang-"

He clamps his hand over your mouth, to which you lick his palm. Why does he taste like angel food cake? Jimin shakes his head, continuing to drag you out. "If you must know, I'm not."

"Seriously? But I always see you as so pure and innocent and sweet," you muse aloud. "You're an angel, aren't you? I'd think you'd be holy and all that."

Jimin laughs. "I don't think I want to go into details, Y/N."

"Fair enough," you muse. You're outside now, and you two probably have to get to the car. God, did you park far? Ugh. You cling onto Jimin, yawning. "Y'know, I don't think I'll be able to find love, Jimin. Anyone I love doesn't love me back. What's the point? What'll be so great about love that it changes everything? You're going to be stuck down here forever, it's hopeless Jimin."

"Don't say that," he coos. "You're pretty, you're smart- when you're sober, and you're downright hilarious. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"What about you?" you ponder. "Would you date me?"

Jimin purses his lips. "Not with how drunk you get so often. But that's the only thing. I just feel like I'd be so worried about you, the thought of what could happen to you if you happened to drink too much, it'd eat me up alive."

You frown at that. Were you undesirable because you were drunk?

"So if I didn't drink, would I be desirable?" you ask.

"You already are," he assures you. "But I think it's just one of those things you should learn to keep under control. Not for someone to like you, though, but because it'd be healthier. You don't want to dive into alcoholism, and honestly, you'd be better off."

You laugh. "That's not what I'm asking. Would you find me desirable if I stopped drinking so often?"

His brows furrow. "I already find you desirable. But the whole point of me being here is to help you find the love that'll change how you view life, isn't it?"

True. But the thought sort of dug into your head, and you started imagining a date with Jimin. Was he right about your drinking problem? Should you stop? Would that help you on the path to love? "Alright, Starboy, want to make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?" he asks you. You spy your car as you two stumble closer.

"If I can go clean from alcohol, will you go on a date with me?" you grin smugly. "I want to cross it off my bucket list. Besides, I'm curious what a shooting star such as yourself would do for a date. I expect something cheesy and special."

His eyes are wide and he steps away from you for a second. "Are you serious about this?"

You shrug. "I'm drunk, but yes. I'm curious!"

He laughs aloud, ushering you to the car as he yanks open the car door. "Alright. But it's not going to be easy. Three months completely sober and clean from alcohol, and I'll take you on a date. I'm encouraging you to do the right thing."

"That's your job," you say. "And three months? That'll be easy, tch. You've got a deal! Starting now I'll stop my drinking problem! But you're expected to help me."

"That's fine," Jimin grins. "But I don't think it'll be as easy as you suspect."

"Say, Jiminie, can you stop being an angel? And how do you become one?" you ask him, yawning.

"You're sure asking a lot tonight, aren't you?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "We're born angels, but we can stop if we break laws and choose to leave. But we become fallen angels, and we have to stay in sort of a prison for a long time depending on our crime before we're sent to Earth, banished to the deserts and destined to wander through the surface of the world."

"That's intense," you muse.

"Well, it happens, though rarely," he shrugs. "Now, get in, Y/N, we need to get you to bed."

By the time you were both home, he seemed to already be pulling the covers over you. You were sleepy, admittedly, and felt somewhat like a child having to be put to bed, but decided to grab onto his wrist as he turned away.

"Jiminie!" you whined. "Sing for me?"

"What? Why?" he asks, his brows furrowed.

"I can't sleep," you lied. You could literally barely keep your eyes open. Still, you were curious. "Sing for me?"

"Sing what?" he sighed. He couldn't say no to you, especially when you tried to act cute. He only said no when it was something bad- since it was in his nature, of course- but at small requests like this? He knew you were stubborn, but he was a giver.

You grinned devilishly. "Twinkle twinkle, little star-"

"Are you kidding me," he hissed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

He smiled softly. "No, no, it's fine. Cliche, but fine. Let's see if I remember it, actually, it's been a while."

You smiled triumphantly, staring at him through your lashes. His fingers wove through your hair as he softly smiled to you. "Twinkle twinkle, little star~" he sang, his voice soft and in a whisper. This was the cheesiest thing in your life, but you didn't really mind with him. "How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."

You'd sing along, with the still half-drunk idiot you were, but his voice left you in silence, and you were mesmerized. His hand continued to comb through your hair. "When the blazing sun is gone, when he nothing shines upon, then you show your little light. Twinkle twinkle, all the night, twinkle twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are."

And with that, your eyes shut.

Stopping your continuous habit to feel the warm buzz of alcohol proved harder than you thought. It was like a constant craving, and you'd think on occasion- at least once a day, at the bare minimum- about the feeling of being drunk, of the bitter taste you came to enjoy on your lips.

Jimin helped you. When you begged for at least one more drink- because how could it hurt?- he'd shake his head, saying, "Don't do this for the date, do this for yourself. If it's worth it, take a sip." Each time you turned down the drink, and you were good for the next few days. He had a point. You did want to stop, but drinking felt so good. Then again, you knew if you took it just one more step you could end up being an alcoholic. You were already craving it, and that wasn't a good sign.

But somehow you made it. The thoughts about the alcohol and its effects seemed to disappear, and you became preoccupied with other hobbies you found yourself enjoying. You didn't even remember the date set up or the deal, until it officially ended. On that day, you stared at the calendar, at the date you circled with pink dry erase marker- because fuck the cliche red- exactly three months ago. You squealed, finding Jimin on the balcony that he so lovingly tried to kill you on months ago, and tossed it his way, screaming, "I did it! I did it! Eat that, Starboy! You owe me a date! I did it, we did it!"

You were a hyper mess, hopping up and down, and Jimin smiling widely to you, giving you a big bear hug and saying how proud he was of you.

And now was the day.

You stared down at your skirt and t-shirt, glancing at yourself in the mirror. Why were you so nervous? Jimin was your friend. He had helped you through so much, and probably more now that you thought about it. You weren't such a party girl, and you were actually finding out you enjoyed things other than getting drunk now. You wouldn't have done that without Jimin, that was true.

But he was just a friend, right? He only agreed to this date based off of a drunken suggestion. But your heart seemed to beat wildly around him, you knew it. His smile would make you melt, and your legs feel like jelly. You liked him. A lot. A lot a lot. You loved him, but you always assumed it was just friend love.

What if it was in love love?

That was ridiculous. But he did always seem to give you the same glow the alcohol used to give you. Minus the hangover. More of the jitters.

And Jimin was cheesy to the bitter end. He rented a pickup truck, letting you tag along on a ride until you were in the countryside. It wasn't until he placed blankets and pillows in the back that you fully understood what his plan was.

You gawked at him. "I knew you'd be cheesy, but this is something else!"

Jimin laughed. "You asked for something sweet and cheesy. I deliver, don't I?"

Why was your heart fluttering so much? You were supposed to think of this as a friend date! You were thankful it was already dark out, otherwise, he'd see how flushed your cheeks already were. What was wrong with you? Why were you acting like this to your friend?

"A night looking at the stars," you say, climbing in and grabbing a pillow, hugging it. "Your brothers and sisters and friends, watching our date? Sounds creepy."

"They'll be too busy to pay attention," Jimin laughed. "Besides, it's not like being outside would really change anything. They'd still see if they wanted."

"So let the stars bear witness for the sins we're about to commit tonight!" you cheered, spreading your arms wide as the pillow dropped in your lap. "What neither man nor king can reach, that shows that we're all the same, for some things we cannot reach? For what looks down upon mankind and the atrocities we commit, until we join them in the heavens? Alas!"

Jimin busts out laughing. "I'd ask if you're drunk, but apparently you're just weird."

You pout, pursing your lips. "I'm not! I'm trying to sound sophisticated!"

"You sound like a philosophical drunk," he shakes his head, his pink hair swaying. You saw the small glimmer of his eyes twinkling as he stared at you. "But you're more the happy-go-lucky drunk, except when someone busts into your apartment in the form of stardust."

You laugh at that. "But I'm glad I stopped drinking, you know that? I never really thought of it as a problem. I never hurt anyone. I wasn't really in danger. But I was starting to get addicted to it. I'm glad I stopped diving back into it so often now, otherwise, I could've taken one more step into alcoholism, y'know?"

"Yeah," Jimin comments. His eyes are downcast, and you notice how he avoids your gaze.

"Jimin?" you cock your head to the side. "Starboy, what's wrong?"

"Is just that," he sighs. "I'm supposed to be helping you find love, but I've been here for so long, and no progress. I suggested dates and tried to bring guys to you and such, but you've turned down guy after guy. Am I really that much of a failure that I can't even do my job?"

Your eyes were wide, and you put your hand on his shoulder, feeling how soft the fabric was beneath your fingertips. "Listen to be, Jimin, you're not a failure. I... I turn down those guys because... because I simply don't like them." Oh no, there was a lump in your throat.

"How come? Don't you want to find love? Or to try? You never know, one could be the one to change your life for the better," Jimin grumbles.

"Hey, look at me," you say, taking his head and moving it so his gaze locked with his. "Frankly, I love having you here. I don't want them. You're the one who changed my life, you know. This whole experience, I realized that there really was more to life than drowning it in the feeling of being drunk. I've actually got hobbies and interests and I'm drunk on... on life instead! It's cheesy, but it's true. I'm drunk on being with you and being aware of everything in the world. Soaking it in. You changed my life, not any of them. I don't want them. I..."

You trailed off, your throat swelling to the point that you didn't want to finish the sentence.

"You what?" Jimin asks you.

You hug the pillow again, staring up at the stars, admiring how clear and bright they seemed away from city lights. "It's nothing, forget about it."

"It didn't sound like nothing," Jimin says. He places one hand on your knee, making your breath hitch and causing you to squeeze your pillow tighter. Jimin seems to realize, but keeps his hand there, not in a lustful way but rather in a comforting way to get you to open up. You tensed. "What was it?"

Your voice was quiet. "I only want you," you whisper.

"What? I couldn't hear what you said," Jimin says, his brows furrowing.

You turn to him, your eyes locking with his. "I said, I only want you," you say, your voice clear as a bell.

His eyes were wide and filled with surprise, but they were nothing compared to your own as he quickly landed his plush lips on yours. Your heart was racing, and his lips felt so full and lush. But it was over in a second, and Jimin was a flabbergasted mess.

"I shouldn't have done that- that was wrong- you must hate me- God, I'm an awful-"

Your hand flies to his chest, curling your fist into his shirt as you yanked him back to you, letting his lips crash against yours once again. You close your eyes, pulling him closer as you move your lips against his, trying to memorize the feeling of how soft and full they were. Jimin hesitates, but kisses back, his hand woven into your hair as he deepens the kiss himself, letting his lips dance with yours.

You come up for air, eyes hooded and breath quick. "Shut up," you smile, your hand going to his cheek. "You're perfect, you know that? Absolutely, and undeniably perfect, and don't believe anything else."

"You... you were supposed to fall in love with another man," Jimin says, pressing his forehead to yours. "You weren't supposed to feel the same. You were supposed to be with one of them, and I was supposed to help. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Why... why me?"

"They must've been stupid to put someone as angelic, perfect, and as beautiful down here to help a girl and not expect her to fall for him," you laugh. "I don't want them, Jimin. I want you. Only you. I have for a while now. You encourage a better version of myself, you bring out the best in me."

"This wasn't part of the plan," Jimin smiles, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck.

"Well, life doesn't go as planned, huh?" you laugh, kissing him lightly as you talk between kisses. "I didn't plan for you to literally fly into my apartment as glitter. I didn't plan to stop the constant drinking and partying. I'm sure you didn't expect to end up like this, in the back of a truck, with a girl you were supposed to help to fall for you instead. But I'm sure things would be pretty boring if everything went according to plan."

Jimin grins, kissing you again. You're lost in the feeling, a warm glow humming in your chest, your heart drumming as he presses against you. Your back is on the truck's floor, with Starboy himself on top of you, his body flushed against yours. You break away from the kiss, his face in your hands.

"I don't want to go too fast," you murmur. "This is still new to me, you know. Actually... actually truly feeling so... so immersed. I want to take my time while I can."

All he does is nod, pressing his forehead against yours as his lips meet yours. "We'll go as slow as you want," Jimin murmurs against your lips. "Let's enjoy the time we have together."

Months had passed, and Jimin was your official boyfriend, who you were steady with. You kept things slow, and things caught up, and frankly, he was what helped you get through most things. There were hardships through deadlines or unexpected problems, and he held your hand through it all, telling you it'd be fine. You didn't even realize how much you depended on alcohol in the past until you realized at this point you would've been drowning in it, perhaps dancing on some stranger's table, receiving drunken cheers that encouraged your shenanigans.

Today you simply drowned in your shooting star boyfriend, his hands interlocked with yours as your back pressed into the mattress, lips moving slowly against his. One of his hands slipped from your own to travel under the hem of your shirt, feeling squeezing the flesh between his fingers as he kneaded it. You mewled in response, arching into his touch as you felt his fingers pinch at the small bud.

His lips pop off yours, breath heavy. "You chose not to wear a bra today?" he asks between pants.

"I was in a rush," you smile, reaching up until his bottom lip was in between your teeth. He stayed still as you gently tugged it back, letting it snap back to him. He smiled, his lips already swollen, plush, plump, and bright pink.

"I'm not complaining," he murmurs, his other hand slipping down as he straddled your thighs, both hands massaging your breasts, your shirt riding up to reveal the perky buds. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and he dove down to suck tenderly one one nipple.

Your hand was woven into his hair, feeling the soft threads of hair as he performed his ministrations, and you sighed into his touch. Each touch felt like magic. Was it a boyfriend thing? Or a star thing?

His hands were hooking into the waistband of your shorts now, tugging them down to be discarded. He kissed his way down to your inner thigh, the scent of your bare heat hitting his nostrils. His thumb reached to your clit, his movements slow and precise, having you hum in pleasure.

He took his time, which you appreciated. Most guys you knew would be quick and rush the process, wanting to get it over with so that they could get their own enjoyment. Your boyfriend was a giver and enjoyed pleasuring you far more than you would've expected.

His finger ran over your slit, already feeling the set juices from your core, and he continued rubbing slow circles into your clit. Your hand continued to massage his scalp, combing through his cotton-candy pink hair as he pleasured you. You tensed when the finger that was running and swiping across your slit was instead circling around your entrance, teasing before entering.

Slowly he eased himself inside of you, two fingers at once, causing your breath to hitch as he started making scissoring motions. His thumb was adding just the right about of pressure against your clit.

"I want you to cum around my fingers, Y/N," he says, his breath fanning over your heat. "Can you do that for me?"

"Fuck," you curse quietly, slapping your hand over your mouth as he continued his ministrations, and a familiar pit was building in your lower stomach. "Yeah, definitely, no problem- shit!"

You jolted, feeling how sparks seemed to jolt from his thumb to your clit. You were getting close, and the swollen nub was already so sensitive. The coil was stretching, and Jimin's slow and steady movements seemed to bring you closer to the edge. You were already starting to clench around his fingers, and he was slowly easing in a third, taking his time until you reached your high, a low moan escaping your lips as your walls relaxed and went slack around his fingers instead of the tense state they were in. Jimin slipped them out, and you took his hand, popping them in your mouth as your tongue swirled around his fingers, staring him in the eye as you did so.

Jimin felt completely human as he did so, his breath hitching as the erection made his pants a bit tighter. You released his fingers, catching your breath. "Give me a minute, but I want to ride you, alright?" you panted.

Jimin laughed, pecking your lips. "Mhm." He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing for a condom and quickly unwrapping it. "I love when you come back home."

You caught your breath, and after a moment you were pushing him down to prop himself up on the pillows. "Take off your pants," you say, tugging at the waistband.

He does as he's told, chucking them off his body and gripping his member in his hand, stretching the condom on, giving it a few strokes as you prepared yourself. You grinned, climbing on top of him and positioning him right below your entrance as you straddled him. Slowly you lowered yourself on him, letting the head disappear in your folds, sinking down lower until the base seemed to disappear.

Jimin let out a low groan from the feeling of your heat and warmth enveloping him, and slowly he started thrusting up into you, letting you ride him at the pace you loved, where you could feel every inch of him rub against your walls. Whimpers escaped your lips, and you placed your hands on his shoulders, curling your fingers in the fabric of his hoodie as you bit your lip, small mewls of pleasure escaping.

He moved against you, his hips hitting your ass as you rode on top of him. His thrusts were precise and slow, hitting up at the angle you craved for. His hands were on your hips, lowering you up and down his length as he bit his own hip.

"Y/N, you feel so good around me," he moaned out, squeezing his eyes shut. "God, keep moving, just like that. Please don't stop."

You hopped up and down on him, your movements going a bit harder, slamming yourself on him to the point he was reaching deeper and deeper into you. Your head lolled back as a deep throaty moan slipped past your lips, and breathy pants followed.

One of Jimin's hands on your hips moved, to the point where his thumb was now pressing against your clit, the sensitive and swollen nub causing you to jerk in pleasure as jolts shot throughout your core. Jimin applied pressure to the bundle of nerves, the sensitive bunch making your moans louder and your peak sooner.

Jimin bites his lip, small grunts escaping as his singular thrusts start to get sloppy as he pumps himself in and out of you, showing he was close. He was rubbing your clit with intensity, his eyes trained on how his cock disappeared into your pussy and leaving you with pants as you tried to stay on him.

Your walls seemed to spasm around him, feeling how you shook around him as he kept up his thrusts. He chased his own high until he was filling up the rubber condom, and you two were left breathing heavily. You slipped off of him as he threw away the wrapper and you rushed to the bathroom, but you spent the night curled up into each other's arms and the sheets, content and happy.

You were in a starboy's arms, and he was in yours, and when morning woke you from your peaceful slumber you blurted out the first thing that escaped your lips.

"I love you."

Jimin was already awake, what with his lack of a need for sleep, though he could at will. But he woke to hear those words as soon as you uttered them, and you were completely calm, warm in his arms and unafraid for what his response would be.

"I love you too," Jimin whispers, and you grin, burying yourself in his chest.

He loved you back.

"I'll let you say your goodbyes," the star spoke, his face rigid and posture stiff as he waited outside your balcony.

You were teary-eyed, and so was Jimin. How were you supposed to know that a random star would show up on your balcony, saying that Jimin finished his mission and had to return to the others? That he'd have to leave you? For letting you find love and be loved back, and for your life to be changed? How could you know? How could he?

Perhaps it was to be expected, but it didn't make things any easier. Jimin's arms were tight around you as he buried his face in your shoulder, weeping softly.

"I don't want to go," Jimin spoke, his voice quiet and muffled, though you could hear him perfectly well. You were hugging him tightly, your own tears slipping down your cheeks.

"I don't want you to leave either," you whispered. "But there's no other choice."

"I could stay here. I could become a fallen angel, and I could see you again. Anything for you, just say the word," Jimin chokes.

"I could never do that to you," you say. "You're not going to a desert, you're not being banished here. You'll continue your life up there, you hear me? You'll be happy, and you'll continue your life. You helped me, you did your job. You loved me as I loved you and changed my world Jimin. Thank you. Thank you so much, but it seems that the universe works in odd ways. Nothing will go to plan you know, and as it turns out you're not destined to be with me. You're destined to be in the heavens. But maybe one day I'll join you."

He hugs you tighter. "I don't want to lose you."

"You never will," you spoke, your tears soaking into his shirt. "I love you."

"Hurry up," the star on the balcony spoke in a gruff manner.

Jimin pulls from you reluctantly. "I'll never forget you. Remember not to drink excessively, and take care of yourself. I love you."

And with that he crumbled in your arms, dissolving until he was nothing but a pile of dust- purple, blue, and pink glitter at your feet. The other star disappeared, and the two were picked up by an unknown wind until they became a bright light, slowly floating away from you.

And you collapsed to your knees, tears streaming down your cheeks as you said goodbye to your cherished angel.

"Mommy, can you sing me a lullaby?" your daughter yawned, her small hand clasped around the sheets as you pulled them over her.

"Mommy can't sing," you chuckled, smoothing her hair. "What would I sing anyways? I don't know any songs."

"Sing Twinkle Twinkle," the little girl mumbled. "That's what the other kids sing..."

Your eyes have a faraway stare, and you pull up a soft smile, your voice quiet and far off, remembering what was more than a man from years ago. Staring into your daughter's droopy eyes, you sing softly. "Twinkle twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..."

Her eyes already start to shut.

"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky," you mumble, your eyes welling up with tears. Years from that fateful day he left and the memory brings tears to your eyes still. Your throat starts to swell.

"Twinkle twinkle, little star," you chuckle in a bitter laugh, seeing how your daughter was already asleep, unable to notice your voice crack. "How I wonder, where you are."

In the sandy dunes, a fallen angel walks through the sand, his arm raised before his eyes in a desperate and fruitless attempt to shield them from the unforgiving wind and sand. His feet slip, but he walks on, doing his best to eventually get to you.

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TELL US ABOUT ALL THE OCS!! ilandere, kalinda, callise, enna, lerato, raske, blacklight, clamor, bonny, vmni !!!

OKAY OMG THANK YOU I LOVE YOU BUT ALSO THIS IS GONNA BE THE LONGEST POST EVER SO IT’S GOOOOING UNDER A CUT

like . no capslock to show how srs i am this is the longest post ever fair warning

I AM THE LEAST CONCISE PERSON IN HISTORY dear mobile users I AM SORRY, also i spent so much time writing all these it’s a little ridiculous?? wow

Ilandere [my daughter my darling baby girl] [novel character - sci fi - sisterworlds!verse]

Full Name: Ilandere CirilaGender and Sexuality: she’s a gal and… errrr demisexual lesbian??? aro/ace with an exception???? she is in love with one woman and. that is kind of the end-all-be-all of her sexualityPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: Human, but non-earth human so it’s hard to say exact ethnicity? hold up i know i have a pic, and Set you (you wonderful person you) asked for a pic in another ask so…

ignore the self-deprecation, pls, she’s got brown skin and freckles and long wavy hair and bright… bright teal eyes…

Birthplace and Birthdate: Er. non-earth again so. 17 Eshana moon, year 305 of the imperial calendar, which means nothing to nobody, and she was born in out in the suburban sprawl near Asmara cityGuilty Pleasures: fairy tales. she’s kind of a…. scientific prodigy, and ‘frivolous’ pursuits are kind of frowned upon in her culture, so she keeps her interest in fairy tales and mythology on the dl for the most partPhobias: well. ilandere, you see, works primarily on the theoretical physics of portals, so she has a fairly… deep seated, and very well informed… fear of portal fragging. like. being partway through a portal when it closes? being…. cut in pieces by a portal ceasing to be. that…. terrifies her, at the deepest level.What They Would Be Famous For: Oh well she’s kind of a mathematical genius? and she kind of is famous for that? she’s ‘one of the most promising scientific minds of her generation’What They Would Get Arrested For: um. not returning library books on time. is literally the ONLY THING i can think of.OC You Ship Them With: Kalinda :3OC Most Likely To Murder Them: holy shit. nobody in the fucking multiverse are you kidding. she is. the sweetest and kindest person. in those ‘should you fight’ memes she’s the fucking one who gets ‘yeah you can beat her but WHY WOuLD YOU WANT TO YOU MONSTER’Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she doesn’t much watch movies or plays, she has a really hard time keeping focus on them and she tends to get distracted by ideas for her work halfway through. books tho! she is literally always reading! she loves to read math books straight up. lil nerd. she likes biographies too, and, seeeecretly, mythology & fairy tale booksLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Nerd Girl Gets Makeover And Suddenly Has Straight Hair And Doesn’t Need Her Glasses And Is Pretty Now Really And Suddenly Deserves The Boy!!!!! like ew she hates that shit as both a nerd and as someone who has less than zero interest in boys.Talents and/or Powers: Did I already say math genius? p sure yeah. Also. and this is something she doesn’t know anything about. Something that’s literally just meta knowledge that I know. She has a sort of…. aura of influence? She’s magnetic. She just attracts attention (positive or negative) naturally, wherever she goes, without meaning to or really trying.Why Someone Might Love Them: She is. Bubbly and enthusiastic, she is brilliant and bright and generous and chipper and she’s. my baby.Why Someone Might Hate Them: she…. can get really caught up in herself? she might forget about everything around her because of whatever she’s working on just then? She’s also not… particularly humble? she’s not a braggart but she also doesn’t know how to… downplay her skills for other people’s comfort? like, her attention grabbing aura will occasionally breed… jealousy and spite? but frankly it usually doesn’t last past actually getting to know her.How They Change: !!!!! I’ll tell you when i actually write the book!!!!!! no but really she is eventually supposed to learn how to live in the moment, to…. really see other people around her? to realize that the world around her isn’t some dream she’ll wake up from to start having a ‘real life’, if that makes sense? she has an all-encompassing goal for much of her story that she lets absolutely consume her, and she sort of… learns eventually… that that was something of a mistake, even though she does get what she wants in the end. She missed out on her friends and family while they were right there with her.Why You Love Them: real talk tho ilandere and kalinda together were some of my first Real, Serious OCs. they were…. between the two of them, they were me exploring my sexuality. they were me becoming okay with liking ladies. and they’ve both grown just. just sooooo much with me. ilandere - i played her and kalinda in this big fun larp my now-bf was running, and they really helped me build my storytelling, build my acting. Ilandere was a soft, brainy kid stuck with a bunch of fighters, and she could still keep up and prove her value with her mind and her talents and her generosity of spirit, and i love her so. so so very much. She’s grown with me too- she helped me come to terms with my autism, and i realized that i had always played her- with that part of me? her odd speech patterns, her social skills that she worked so hard on but didn’t come easily to her, her stimming! she is just- i can’t emphasize enough how much she means to me, as a character, as an extension of myself.

Kalinda [novel character - fantasy- sisterworlds!verse]

Full Name: Kalinda Flint Beryl (look gemstone surnames are really common on her world it’s totally not weird)Gender and Sexuality: lesbian!Pronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: non-earth human again, i’ve been revamping her look lately so i don’t actually have a faceclaim or anything yet, but i think like, in earth terms she’d be southeast asian? maybe?Birthplace and Birthdate: urgh uh midsummer in the year 1105 AK (she is two years older than Ilandere, as far as that relativity nonsense goes, since they’re from…… different fucking planets), and she was born out in the countryside, in her mum’s cottageGuilty Pleasures: pretty much… everything? she doesn’t actually…. spend any intentional time on pleasure? she kind of deprives herself of anything that could distract her from her goals, at all. So like. enjoying a fucking sunset for two seconds would make her feel guilty and pissed off.Phobias: claustrophobia, and also certain specific types of magic? like the kind of…. ancient, deep magic that lives in the bones of the earth, that lives in the void between stars, that lives in the undercurrents of death. that kind of magic.What They Would Be Famous For: She’s a fairly skilled swordsmith, a fairly skilled mage, and a fairly skilled fighter all around, but she’s none of those things enough to be really…. famous for them?What They Would Get Arrested For: hahahaha i didn’t think about this when i wrote Ilandere’s but. straight up for stealing books. that has. actually happened.OC You Ship Them With: Ilandere!!!!! :DOC Most Likely To Murder Them: Hrm. She has a parental figure, her smithing mentor? who is pretty dang peeved off at Kalinda for the. like. the way she chose to live her life? but prooooobably only enough to. y’know. smack her around a bit in frustrated affection? yeah.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: magic…. tomes…. she hasn’t read for fun since childhood, alasLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: she seriously Does Not CareTalents and/or Powers: She’s a spellsword, and her magic specialization is like, some weird combination of nature/flora magic and… void magic.Why Someone Might Love Them: she has a central core of tempered steel. she is strong and unwavering. and despite her insistence on prioritizing her own goals above all else, she will still stop to help others if she sees them in trouble (tho she might pretend to grumble about it). Why Someone Might Hate Them: she’s also kind of unapproachable, and could possible be seen as… like…. heartless? she’s very very good at acting like she doesn’t care about other people, provided they aren’t in immediate danger. and she just doesn’t have the fucking time of day for small talk or petty problems, and she’s spent so much time on her own that her social skills completely suckHow They Change: she keeps that steely incorruptible core, but she slowly, painfully learns to soften her edges. to actually value the cliche and stop to smell the roses. it’s not easy to transition into finally having what you spent your whole life wanting, but eventually… she learns to take comfort as it comes.Why You Love Them: All the reasons in the same section of Ilandere’s set, because these two babes area package deal with me. Also, because i am a spiteful creator and i am sick to death of ‘tuff gurl is straight 2 break stereotypes!’ and Kalinda is my short haired, sword slinging, hard-scrabble, tough-as-nails, lesbian baby. Kalinda helped me learn to be… unapologetic.

Callise [rp character]

Full Name: she… doesn’t have one? her actual designation is ‘Calypso’, but she does not know that.Gender and Sexuality: she’s bi, and she might, eventually, come to understand herself as nonbinary? but she doesn’t do a lot of introspection so for all intents & purposes she’s a woman.Pronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: human/living portal storm??????Birthplace and Birthdate: in… a lab…. at some undisclosed time…. that no one knows anymore because that dimension….. is gone… holy shit why am i like thisGuilty Pleasures: ohhhh she does not believe in this concept at all. Callise is sort of a live-for-the-moment um. hedonist? look she suffers a LOT throughout her nonsense life so she isn’t gonna care about eating some fuckign cake or having some sex, ya dig?Phobias: enclosed spaces, being restrained, deserts, starving to deathWhat They Would Be Famous For: ????? being….. fucked the fuck up???? and feral?????????What They Would Get Arrested For: literally not giving an entire shit about the laws of any fucking world she’s onOC You Ship Them With: a glass of warm milk & a fucking good night’s sleepOC Most Likely To Murder Them: anyone… who is easily scared by teeth gnashing and snarling i suppose?Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she doesn’t consume a LOT of media? and she typically can’t read the languages on the worlds she’s stuck on? but she fucking loves popcorn action movies and shitty comedies and just stuff that’s Fun she doesn’t have to think about at alllllll Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: …. evil scientists are a genuine trigger for herTalents and/or Powers: um. she’s. her physical form is irretrievably merged with a portal storm. like, a storm in spacetime that punches holes into various multiversal dimensions? she can sometimes control it? in little bits? but mostly it manifests as the storm completely… demolishing whatever world she’s in at that moment? usually it takes a few years after she comes to a place, but eventually the storm will ‘catch up’ to her, and the longer she’s been there the worse it will be, and then the storm will fuck up the world and…. kill her. and she will wake up on the next world. if she dies in another way, she’ll wake up in the next place anyway regardless. she really, really doesn’t understand it, not even to the point of knowing that she is the storm. she thinks the storm is chasing her.Why Someone Might Love Them: she’s…. uh… very honestly herself? she is 10000% in the moment and earnest about everything. she has no deception whatsoever within herself. Why Someone Might Hate Them: … she has no deception whatsoever within herself. she is indescribably blunt. she is… kind of animalistic and violent and doesn’t care about laws or social rules and she does things, sometimes, on the smallest fucking whim, including occasionally biting people??? and punching things and people for fun??? like she loves fighting people and sometimes it’s sort of foreplay too??? and breaking stuff just to break stuff? so… yeahHow They Change: oh Cal changes so much over the course of her long, long, looooooong life, and not always for the better? she kind of slips…. depending on how she’s treated on each world she portals to, she slips in and out of feral!Cal mode? if she’s chased and hunted, if she’s locked up, if she’s treated with violence, she’ll go wild. She, as a character, kind of reflects how she’s treated at any given time? Why You Love Them: she’s my monster child. i mean, she’s kind of a vent character? and because of her nature, i can slip her into any sort of narrative i feel like atm, which makes her a pretty fun rp character. if she dies, she dies! that particular narrative is donezo, oh well, but she gets to run off and have adventures somewhere else! it’s really fun

Enna [novel character - fantasy - elementals!verse]

Full Name: *rubs my horrible hands together* okay there is a reincarnation component to the is character so??? the first name she was given was Endellion Devlin, her title is Phoenix, and she’s had like eighteen other names including Aideen Lucero and Shea EdenGender and Sexuality: bisexual, and genderfluid between usually a woman and agender or male more occasionallyPronouns:depends what gender she’s feeling, so usually she/herEthnicity/Species: human/elemental, and bc of that reincarnation element her ethnicity changes from lifetime to lifetimeBirthplace and Birthdate: er. lots of different ones? again with the non-earth world. i’m quite predictable on that front. (i kind of hate/suck at writing plain old earth)Guilty Pleasures: hmm…. well…. she feels a bit… low-key guilty about… how much she enjoys fighting? like the physical act of fighting, she takes lot of joy in, and she feels weird about that because… obviously… fighting hurts peoplePhobias: confinement, death, drowningWhat They Would Be Famous For: leading a rebellion to overthrow a bigoted oppressive regime :3What They Would Get Arrested For: leading a rebellion to overthrow a bigoted oppressive regime :3OC You Ship Them With: Lerato, also, Sil TivanOC Most Likely To Murder Them: oh, pretty much anyone in the Creed (aforementioned bigotd oppressive regime), but mostly Raith. who kind of… has? actually? killed her. at least three times.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: sheeeee…. doesn’t actually read or consume media p much ever? she’s too action oriented. she doesn’t like stopping to watch/read things. but if she did…….. soppy romanceLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: ditto above response minus the endingTalents and/or Powers: mmm she’s a fire elemental, can produce and manipulate fire/heat, and kindasorta fly with it? also, elemental powers in this world present at puberty (yes kind of like x men thanx), and enna can sense whether or not a child is going to develop into an elemental later in lifeWhy Someone Might Love Them: she is pure fucking passion sculpted into human form. she’s the kind of person to dance barefoot outside in a thunderstorm, splashing in literally every puddle. plus she is just really very compassionate, protective, honest, funWhy Someone Might Hate Them: hmmmmmm because she is unapologetic about everything she does. she’s a fighter and she will fight you if you threaten the people she cares about, and she will not pull her punches. not at all.How They Change: during the novel i’m planning/writing, she starts off in an odd place emotionally, because she’s been… conditioned, sort of, to repress herself, and control herself, which is really really contrary to her nature, and she has to spend the first third of the story unlearning that training and becoming herself again, tho she’s feeling very burnt out about her… purpose… at that point? Then, something happens that fucks with her… worldview, and her sense of self, and she runs away, which is also pretty damn against her nature, or at least against the way she’s always lived her life, and then she spends some time learning how to slow down and enjoy things again, and remembering why it is that she fights in the first place, and who she fights for, and then… that ends really poorly too. the last part of the novel is her companion slowly slowly earning her trust back, and Enna coming back into her own as a leader and a fighter and as a whole person, finally, instead of just a symbol.Why You Love Them: Enna was created not long after Ilandere & Kalinda, meaning that she came pretty early in my creative growth, and so a lot of her meta character changes are really relevant to my life? she another bi baby of mine. also… i really like to hope that i would be as brave as her if i was in her position. she’s an ideal for me, and i aspire to be like her.

Lerato [novel character - fantasy - elementals!verse]

Full Name: Lerato SorchaGender and Sexuality: bi womanPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: human/elementalBirthplace and Birthdate: i’m gonna leave this at a very very long fucking time ago in a place that burned to the groundGuilty Pleasures: look poor Lerato feels guilty about a lot of very legitimate things, but she doesn’t waste a lot of time berating herself for small pleasuresWhat They Would Be Famous For: Back In The Day, she’d be famous for the whole revolutionary leader thing that Enna takes over from her, but nowadays she really prefers to hang out in the background, on the sidelines, offering support and advice. she is TiredWhat They Would Get Arrested For: i mean. collusion with a known resistance leader, so.OC You Ship Them With: Ennaaaaaaaaaaaaa. she really really really loves Enna, just, so fucking much. for all the good it does either of them.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Raith holy shit, because Raith is a jealous horrible. um. monster. and yet again. has actually killed Lerato before. but only once. and also Gideon would, because of that whole being a leader in the Creed thing.Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she likes poetry an awful lot.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: love triangles.Talents and/or Powers: she’s also an elemental, but substantially older than Enna, and her powers present a bit differently. she can teleport in a kind of hazy burst, can recover from damage by ‘fading’ out, and she can sense elementals at a distance (this sense is particularly attuned to Enna, actually, and one or two others)Why Someone Might Love Them: she is very sensitive and attentive to other people’s emotional states, and she is loyal to a fucking fault. if she thinks you are deserving, she will 100% fucking die for you. she’s also like… fierce and gentle at the same time? she makes me think of turtledoves and rainclouds and campfire smoke and i find her utterly loveableWhy Someone Might Hate Them: she never fucking says what she fucking means, and she keeps pretending that she doesn’t feel anything when she’s fucking dying inside because she fucking thinks that being self-sacrificing will somehow! fucking! help! anything! also she has been known to… string people along, because she doesn’t want to hurt them, so she just… she’ll deliberately neglect to clarify her emotions because she’s afraid to make someone else feel bad about them. it’s not dishonesty… but it is p much cowardice.How They Change: Lerato learns that a) sacrificing yourself is not always the best fucking option, especially not when you haven’t consulted the person being protected, and b) you don’t get what you actually want if you don’t say what you actually want and c) … that she deserves to be treated well, that she deserves and always did deserve better, that she didn’t deserve abuse and coercion, that she can be and should be happy.Why You Love Them: Well, Lerato started as kind of a… if Enna was who i wanted to be, then Lerato kind of formed from this nebulous fictional idea of a person i would want to fall in love with / want to fall in love with me? and thus tbh Lerato changed from a super cliche, jane austen/jane eyre mysterious romantic leading man who would do anything for Enna, and developed slowly into a woman with quite complex motivations and emotions who i still wouldn’t mind doing a smooch with. i am a mature content creator. fuck. so anyway, i love Lerato because… well… i kind of made her to be loved?

Raske [rp character - x files]

Full Name: Harriet Delilah RaskeGender and Sexuality: queer womanPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: she? doesn’t know? she’s adopted & her ethnicity’s never really been important to her. also she’s a rare Actual Earth Human from my character rolodex, wow weird.Birthplace and Birthdate: you’d think, considering that whole Actual Earth Human thing i’d have an answer for this? i know her bday is April 7th, but i can’t remember if the rp she’s from took place period to the original x files show or if the gm updated it to modern, and that changes the year sooooGuilty Pleasures: frankly? she kind of secretly enjoys making people feel uncomfortable about her prosthetic leg. if people get weird about it on their own? she makes a point to dial it up and just. low key fuck with them.What They Would Be Famous For: deadpan humor and avoiding her feeliesWhat They Would Get Arrested For: maybe kind of possibly breaking the law in pursuit of Truth That Is Probably Out There?OC You Ship Them With: proper mental heath careOC Most Likely To Murder Them: ~~~Mysterious G Men~~~Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she doesn’t watch movies a lot. She used to really like medical drama tv shows, but now she spends her time listening to audiobooks, usually biographies or historical fictionLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: she hates hates hates the ‘lone sniper’ myth in fictionTalents and/or Powers: she’s a tough cookie and an excellent shot with both a pistol and a rifleWhy Someone Might Love Them: you know how working hard for something makes it seem more worthwhile once you get there? it’s like that with Raske. if you pay enough attention you realize that she’s actually so fucking funny, it’s just that she always delivers her humor completely deadpan. she’s got a lot of subtlety to her in every emotion, so once you get to know her and you can see through her veneer, you realize she’s an awkward, funny, sensitive, endearing worrywart, who only pretends to be totally in control of herself. and also she could totally throw you over her shoulder and carry you off into the sunset so there’s that angle also ;3Why Someone Might Hate Them: well, if you don’t manage to get through her crunchy exterior, then all you’re gonna wind up seeing is a stone faced gal who never fucking laughs and won’t give anyone the time of day for small talk. also she stole the last cup of coffee and didn’t put a new pot onHow They Change: she gets… way more paranoid…. and also she bonds with her fellow agents in a totally dweeby found-family wayWhy You Love Them: she’s really different from the sorts of characters i usually play rp-wise? i almost always trend towards really emotional characters, and talkative ones, and Raske is kind of the opposite of that? so she really let me stretch out my character building muscles, and she helped me work on more subtle acting.

Blacklight [rp character - superhero!verse]

Full Name: Sabrina Aurore SeaverGender and Sexuality: aro bi gal (i’m realizing a trend, here)Pronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: mixed race black/Korean metahumanBirthplace and Birthdate: Boston, April 8th, 1989Guilty Pleasures: ehhhh when she was younger she used to be into some recreational drug use (nowadays she mostly just drinks, & she smokes occasionally too)What They Would Be Famous For: her awesomesauce freerunning skillzWhat They Would Get Arrested For: well, y’see, vigilante-ism is technically… actually… very illegalOC You Ship Them With: she hooks up with a lot of people and has a lot of fun with them, but she… doesn’t have… romantic feelies?? p much ever? her and Sharkie (who i s2g i will figure out a real name for eventually) kind of develop a really sweet queerplatonic relationship eventuallyOC Most Likely To Murder Them: mmm Clamor but mostly in a if you get yourself killed i will murder you sort of wayFavorite Movie/Book Genre: bad/good 80′s moviesLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: helpless damsel needs rescuing by Big Strong MahnTalents and/or Powers: copied from her rp blog bio bc i’m a laaazy nb: Her range of vision is substantially better, spanning from ultraviolet to infrared (meaning that she can also ‘see’ heat, to a point). During the day, her body absorbs ultraviolet light and emanates heat without any conscious effort on her part, and at night it does the opposite, causing her body to effectively become a black-light (hence the name). The odd way her skin interacts with light and heat is responsible for her relatively pale complexion, since it makes her incapable of tanning properly, and it also means that she cannot be damaged by heat by itself, though fire, a chemical reaction, can still burn her just fine. She can manipulate and produce infrared, visible spectrum, and ultraviolet light as well, creating bright blinding flashes or heating flammable material until it combusts (though she cannot produce or manipulate fire itself).Why Someone Might Love Them: legitimate love for you, my dude. she’ll risk her idiot skin to save your life and then take you out dancing, she’ll smile like a bonfire and laugh like you’ve said the funniest thing she’s ever heard and she’ll mean it, really and truly. she’s easy to fall in love with because she treats every interaction and every person with attention and care. she is genuinely interested in what you have to say. she will make you feel important, and funny and special, and lmao then she’ll break your fucking heart because yes, she loves you, of course she loves you, she would die for you and she’d help you move, but not like that dude i’m sorry. she doesn’t love you like That.Why Someone Might Hate Them: that last bit, also she’s irreverent and reckless and a bit careless with herself and sometimes other people, because the idea that she could hurt other people’s feelings by putting herself in danger just. doesn’t occur to her? ever? and if you’re nasty to her she will turn into THE BIGGEST SHIT, she goes FULL BRAT MODE and she is. p unlikable when she aims that at yaHow They Change: she learns a) it’s okay that she doesn’t have feelings for people. she’s not broken. she doesn’t need to change herself for someone else. she doesn’t need to pretend. it’s okay. b) being a reckless idiot while in a costume and mask will Get You Shot, dummy. c) you can’t compartmentalize your whole life. things will start to bleed over before you expect them to and it will Not end wellWhy You Love Them: oh, baby blacklight. I came up with her for a larp my bro was running, his superhero verse is Really cool. She started as sort of a tropebreaker? she’s a superhero because she has powers and because she thought it would be FUN. she has literally no angst about her superpowers, she has a pretty cool home life, she isn’t hard up for money, her parents are BOTH ALIVE and she has a halfway decent relationship with them? and i fell in love with that idea hard. also she’s just developed into this really fun, happy, positive person with a good impact on the world, and she lets me live vicariously thru her extroverted party girl self

Clamor [rp character - superhero!verse]

Full Name: Kai “Kitty” MahoeGender and Sexuality: lesbianPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: hawaiian, metahumanBirthplace and Birthdate: June 2nd, 1991, Los AngelesGuilty Pleasures: lmao nahWhat They Would Be Famous For: for being the worst low-level villain and stealing the most petty shit ever in history, you already have like eight amps and more fucking sound equipment than any human could ever want, also you can do that with your fucking body already i hate youWhat They Would Get Arrested For: “”OC You Ship Them With: she’s… kind of in love with Blacklight? and it’s a bit fucked up…. she mostly plays it off as No One Fucks With My Hero But Me, but she’s saved Sabrina’s life at least three times and occasionally tries to make out with her under the pretense of near-death adrenalineOC Most Likely To Murder Them: …. Sharkie (god i need a NAME for them)Favorite Movie/Book Genre: period romance Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: the fucking wilhelm screamTalents and/or Powers: she can manipulate sound with her mind/body. she can amplify or muffle noises around her, and she can use a sort of rhythm… frequency… amplification thing to turn sound into a weapon. she can create sonic blasts easily or make someone temporarily deaf. she could do this with just any old noises, but she is fucking Extra and always uses instruments, particularly percussion and particularly drumsticks, tho she can play a bunch of different things. Why Someone Might Love Them: she’s actually p funny and clever and fun to hang out with as a civilian…….Why Someone Might Hate Them: … but her alter-ego is a complete fucking shithead, she’s a selfish dick and she Will Steal Everything You LoveHow They Change: tbh she’s still to early in development for me to know this quite yetWhy You Love Them: i love bratty irreverent characters sometimes

Bonny [novel character - sci fi - Star Stray]

Full Name: Bonny Read CalumniGender and Sexuality: bisexual nonbinary womanPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: human Birthplace and Birthdate: she was born on a colony called Atlantis on the moon Europa, at some as-of-yet unspecified Future Year, November 14thGuilty Pleasures: she sneaks off to places she shouldn’t be on every single spaceship she’s been on. she loves finding secret places to hide, and she uses them like an earth kid would use a tree fort, to keep her little treasures and private stuff, and to hide from her momWhat They Would Be Famous For: well… acheiving First Contact with an alien species lmaoWhat They Would Get Arrested For: … nothing??? she is actually quite a sweet young woman, not exactly criminal material, unlike most of my oc children.OC You Ship Them With: her long distance friend/crush/ex, DalOC Most Likely To Murder Them: there are a few angry splinter factions that are veeery against the nasty alien creature that came from the sky, so probably them?Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she loves YA, specifically dystopian YALeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: she hates the super smart child prodigy clicheTalents and/or Powers: she’s really good at taking things apart and fixing them, and she’s really great at figuring out how mechanical things work.Why Someone Might Love Them: she will fix the AC in your room and bring you snacks and listen to you vent about your day and give you a comisserating, rueful smile. when the conversation lulls, she’ll come out with an unexpected joke just to surprise you into laughing. she will dance ot any music. she will go to a museum full of stuff she doesn’t actually care much about or understand just to make silly jokes about everything there with you. look she’s just. dweeby but charming about it anyway.Why Someone Might Hate Them: her anger issues make her difficult to get along with sometimes? she tends to bottle her feelings and then eventually, inevitably explodesHow They Change: mmmm she stops hiding her desires to make other people happy, and she um. learns not to be an asshole to aliens for no reason? and to be fcking respectful of Vmna and their cultureWhy You Love Them: she a good space girl. lov her. sorry i’m so damn tired

Vmna [novel character - sci fi - Star Stray]

Full Name: [i fucking wrote their name wrong in the tag bc i’m ridiculous, and also i can’t remember ipa and their language is super weird so this is going to be unpronounceable] k’ Vmna nksGender and Sexuality: Vmna’s people don’t actually have a concept of ‘gender’ that in any way parallels human gender, so they kind of don’t have sexuality either? like as a conceptPronouns: they/themEthnicity/Species: their species doesn’t really have a translatable name, but Bonny tends to call them ‘centaurs’Birthplace and Birthdate: [insert words that don’t fucking make sensewithout the context of the novel]Guilty Pleasures: What They Would Be Famous For: being the first of her species to actually speak with and make friends with an alien life formWhat They Would Get Arrested For: maybe for sneaking Fun contraband to the alien without permissionOC You Ship Them With: i believe that'll have to wait for the sequel novel! but she is totally gonna wind up falling for a human i betOC Most Likely To Murder Them: ditto Bonny’s answer, because they consider Vmna complicitFavorite Movie/Book Genre: there’s a specific genre on their world that’s p much just ‘comfort fiction’, like? just sound/image/smell/story combinations that are made to be pure comfort. they love those.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: lmao in fiction on their world has a cliche of all aliens looking like mis-colored versions of their own species but, like, with weird feet usuallyTalents and/or Powers: Vmna is very good at linguistics Why Someone Might Love Them: they are attentive and clever, and they’re ridiculously empatheticWhy Someone Might Hate Them: no good reason goddamn. Vmna is lovelyHow They Change: Vmna learns to appreciate Earth Music and Earth Idioms and Earth Humor, and they also grow to be more confident in their skills as a linguist and a sociologistWhy You Love Them: Vmnaaaaaaaa is super cool and they’re also like, the Primo Example of me spitewriting? because their ENTIRE species exists because i’m hella bitter about shitty alien design in fiction? like i haaaaate miscolored Space Babe design? i hate boring anthropocentric alien design???? SO MUCH??? as someone once said (i think it was Dal?) (and i’m paraphrasing), CONVERGENT EVOLUTION WILL ONLY GET YOU SO FAR, there is NO REASON for alien design to be boring! Except for LACK OF IMAGINATION. SO! Vmna’s species are weird centaur/elephant folks who have big spike-claw feet and move vertically as easily as they move horizontally, and they have no gender and they communicate emotion partially thru scent/pheremones, and they see color different, and a bunch of other shit i’ve forgotten since i wrote the novel, and Vmna themself is just. The Epitome. of their species. in my head. and i love them

AND WITH THAT I THINK I’M DONE???? WOW THANK U SET THIS WAS FUN IF EXHAUSTING! and i hope this is even marginally interesting to someone besides meself

#setepenre-set #asks #if i missed a q somehow on here forgive me? this took F O R E V E R #i am so sorry i cannot. cannot be concise #i am POSITIVE that you regret asking me this now #hahaha #elle babbles #elle's writing stuff #oc chatter #ilandere&kalinda #elementals!verse #bl tag #star stray

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Can you make a couples post about Kevin and thea please make it up as you go along if you have to, please. I love your writing and ideas.

thank you lovely, i’ll try my best bc they’re so good

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who is more likely to hurt the other?

I think kevin is an ~idiot and he’d probably say something thoughtless about Thea’s form

I also think that he canonically abandoned her without a single fucking word when he left the ravens and that a lot of her anger after that comes from hurt

I think they’re both pretty damaged and susceptible to hurt tbh, but kevin doesn’t seem to understand when he’s hurting people

who is emotionally stronger?

proooooobs thea I mean. she braved the nest and came out the other side with her head on straight. she did not for a second let kevin fuckin day get to her. she’s still soft on the inside, and exy’s become kind of a coping mechanism in a lot of ways, but she’s less obviously fucked up by the moriyamas then kevin is (simply bc she was less important to them yikes)

who is physically stronger?

THEA BOYYYYY this isn’t even up for debate!!!!! neil describes her as being built like a tank, she’s an unstoppable fucking powerhouse on the court, we’re talking serena williams’ body type, just like.. immovable and gorgeous. kevin is so shaken he’s in love w her muscles..... he wants to be knocked to the fucking floor by her....... she fires a ball into his helmet so hard that it cracks and he pops a boner

who is more likely to break a bone?

hilarious im gonna say the boy w the infamously broken hand

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

good question I have no fucking clue they can both be dicks if the situation calls for it

I’m going to say that thea knows what to say to give kevin mad cold shoulder and she can smoke him out in a SECOND if he’s being a dick like she knows when to ignore him and when to back him into a corner

but kevin tends to be unnecessarily rude more often. he’s mean bc he knows that it gets results. thea does not tolerate him bringing this attitude home w him

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?

neither? bitch?? if both of them believe they’re right there are gonna be exactly zero (0) sorry’s

I do think they’re probably softer w each other when they’re one on one and I’d be willing to bet that their arguments end with kevin explaining things to death and thea listening and narrowing her eyes a lot and holding the front of his shirt bc she’s mad but she still wants contact and they kiss and make up w out actually ever saying the words

who treats who’s wounds more often?

I think in the nest you’ve gotta take care of each other, so they both learn to sit the other down and hold gentle hands to the injured person’s sternum to keep them down, and they sit and wrap gauze. it’s v intimate. they probably did it for the first time when thea was playing for the ravens and kevin had yet to debut on the raven line, and there was enough of an age difference between them that it was pretty innocent. thea was overworked and hit for her trouble and kevin came up bc he was terribly impressed by her and a little bit in love and he dabbed at her cuts like the clumsy 17 year old that he was

who is in constant need of comfort?

it’s mutual bc their pasts are mutual, but I’m willing to bet that it’s kevin who wakes up sweating and crying, & thea knows how to give enough distance and turn on the lights so he remembers where he’s not. He was in shackles for longer. he still kinda hates himself sometimes. thea strokes the chess piece on his cheek and tells him that he checked riko straight to hell

who gets more jealous?

shit man idk?? neither of them really have room for anything in their lives other than exy and each other (and reluctant connection w teammates/family) so there’s not a lot of jealousy fodder. and they’re never gonna be jealous of the other person caring more about exy than them bc like. that’s understood. if I had to guess I might say thea’s jealous of the world falling all over themselves to get a glimpse at Kevin Day you know

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

I hate to say either bc they’re a really good match and I feel like they’d bounce back really easily, but it’s possible that they fade away from each other when they’re getting their footing on their respective teams. thea can feel herself getting distracted and she pulls out. kevin shows up like???? >:( and they make up on the spot

who will propose?

probably kevin bc he does the math and realizes that thea is the best thing that’s ever happened to him in his LIFE. he’s probably 10 shots of vodka deep and he looks up suddenly like :O wait a second she’s perfect??? how do I keep her? and nicky has to be like dude.. have u heard of marriage..... it’s nifty and it’s been legal for you straight people for a bajillion years

who has the most difficult parents?

i know literally nothing about thea’s parents but considering jean’s family was a shitty mess that got caught up in the moriyamas I’m assuming most or all of the ravens are in similar situations?? they play for.... the mafia.....

so unless they’re saints, they’re definitely not better than david wymack can I get an amen

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

im trying to picture them holding hands........ I think they would in a like... come here! hurry ur ass up! kind of way like thea spends all her time dragging kevin’s oblivious ass around

who comes up for the other all the time?

considering neither of them mentioned each other or their relationship for like two books........ idk

i bet you in an easier world it would be kevin though. (my gf is beautiful and strong. she could obliterate u w one swing of her racquet. she wears pretty pastels on her face. i want to kiss her)

who hogs the blankets?

don’t tell but kevin’s obsessed w feeling coddled and warm and I’m willing to bet that he hogs both the blankets and the woman until thea is also bundled up. i hope they learn to cuddle. I bet they’re rlly bad at it at first but it gets easier and more constant over time

who gets more sad?

again like. I know v little about thea’s background but if she’s in the nest she’s in deep shit. the both of them were assets that had their lives manipulated out of their own hands. kevin’s wound is open and thea’s is poorly sewn up and neither of them are doctors tbh it takes time and professional help until thea can take her old jersey number off of her necklace and replace it with a chess piece pendant (3 guesses which one)

who is better at cheering the other up?

they’re reeeally bad at this tbh both of them are like ‘uhhhh... don’t cry.. please..rlly.. stop’ spoilers it’s bc they’ve never been properly comforted themselves :))))

BUT as time goes on kevin starts clumsily recreating things the foxes have said to him and it’s really sweet, and thea can be v mellow when they’re alone together, so she’ll take his bad hand and massage the tension out of it, and smooth his hair back and tell him what an idiot he’s being but like.. fondly

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

nope

who is more streetwise?

I still know nothing about thea but I’m willing to bet that it’s her bc she’s been out in the world for longer?? idk where she was before evermore but she’s already building a life for herself after it when we meet her. kevin’s fresh out of it. he’s messed up but he was messed up indoors under lock and key. all he has now is a little experience from columbia and from watching andrew

who is more wise?

tough to say? I get the feeling that thea knows better than kevin? idky she just..... knows

he’s oblivious at best tbh he knows obscure facts and exy exy exy. thea does too but she also has that practicality and survival baked into her. she seems sharp to me

who’s the shyest?

not really shy so much as unwilling to show mmmmm anything about themselves until they’re in deep. Thea comes in and orders neil out of the room the first time she meets him ! like she has every right to be pissed but she doesn’t seem stressed that she’ll be disobeyed or come across as rude. I think she’s familiar with being listened to. kev has that sickly media personality and a seven layer cake of repression underneath that so..

pick ur poison. they’re both mostly bravado anyway

who boasts about the other more?

again, in a perfect world, kevin’s bragging about thea

but as is thea gets all these questions about kevin in interviews and she’s like “hi we’re here to talk about me” but if they ask the right question she’ll get this sly smile and drop them some subliminal messaging type hints about their relationship and move on

kevin’s more sputtery and obvious about thea. she’s his weakness

who sits on who’s lap?

I bet it’s both bc kevin’s obsessed w thea’s thighs on either side of his lap & her weight on top of him and thea likes how pliant and focused kevin gets when he’s looking down at her

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