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mraprilfools · 4 months ago

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Word Count: 4k

CW: Brief Mention of Cannibalism

Pairing: Platonic Rose & Alastor & Vox. Rosie/OC

Summary:

Alastor recalls an old memory during a particularly hot day when Vox, Rosie, her husband, and himself would regularly have get togethers in the Gazebo of her Rose Garden. To beat the heat, Vox proposes a Water Balloon fight!

The beginning of a collection of Radiostatic themed Oneshots!

This memory begins on one hot sunny day in the early 1960s. Nestled in the grove of Rosie’s garden in the heart of Cannibal Town. An old memory, one that Alastor would recalls on the muggy days when the rancorous din of the guests reached even the refuge of his tower. Hazy first, then clearer when he dares to close his eyes and remember. Filled in like a chalk outline until it was like staring back at one of those old silent films ages past. The anamnesis revived the prickle of the muggy weather. The stuttered monotonous tone of the sprinklers when the White picket dream was once feasible. Even the incomprehensible screaming of Cannibal Children on their hunt.

The actors of that day were yours truly, Rosie, Vox, and Rosie’s late second husband: Cyril. An old part of an everyday, reduced to nostalgia.

“Rosie darlin’, y’know I’m awfully fond of your flowers more than anyone. But don’tcha think at least today we can have our garden party inside?” Cyril pleaded with his dear. He was carrying trays heaped the snacks and cakes Rosie prepared the night before. A tall, lanky fella. Sporting the signature hollow eyes of a cannibal, a dazzling smile, and an easygoing and cheerful nature. A fitting foil against Rosie, but nondescript unlike the other actor’s. The decades had consigned the features of his face to oblivion.

“Of course not! Then it wouldn’t be a GARDEN party, dear! We’re in hell, we can handle a little heat.” Rosie tutted, batting at the brim of his straw hat. The motion cast the brim over his eyes, blinding him. The man sputtered, freezing up when he no longer had a clue where to go. He was always… simple.

Rather than save her husband from the predicament Rosie burst into a fit of giggles. Focusing on her task on setting out the silverware as her priority. A compromise was made years back when these get-togethers started. Alastor was never fond of tea. So it was a tea party only in name; they indulged the true American drink: Coffee. The gentleman was already seated in his favorite chair, right by the Venus flytraps. He loved to pluck the bothersome insects that dared to try and feast on their choice cuts and consign them to their fate to be devoured. The struggle and then silent surrender to their fate was a play he could watch endlessly and never bore of.

Vox came up from behind Cyril, smacking the hat back up. In his free claw he held the French Press; aiding in his own small part to get the party started. Alastor alone understood he was a guest and acted as such. “Many thanks, Vox! Rosie’s in a fierce mood today! Thinkin’ I upset her 'cause I finished the peach jam without tellin’ her.” Cyril almost looked like a kicked dog, the remorse he showed then. It took a great amount of self control to not laugh.

“The peach jam! Cyril, you monster! Did you at least eat anything with it?” Vox joked. The Overlord beamed with a brilliant smile of cyan teeth, it came so naturally and genuine back then. Vox’s finest quality if anyone ever asked Alastor; and they should! It easily spanned from frame to frame, with teeth that could tear through flesh like butter! It was truly quite a wonder of the underworld the man wasn’t beset by suitors. But all the better for him, he’d never had an apprentice half as useful and preferred him without… distractions.

“I… no.” Cyril deflated, shoulders slumping. Vox put his free hand underneath the tray to keep a tart from spilling over.

“Well-” Vox began, whispering into the man’s ear. The smile returned to Cyril’s face easily, not that Alastor could make out anything the two idiots were talking about now. They got on thick as thieves and he was glad to not be a part.

“And how have you been lately, dear?” Rosie set the last of the silverware down by Alastor’s place, standing by him. The large brim of her sunhat kept out the sun, and her beautiful silver curls peeked out from the straw. The sundress was less than what she usually wore. Understandable knowing the sweltering heat made others suffer where as he could continue in his full suit without worry. Yet! As beautiful as always; Alastor did not think Rosie ever had bad days.

“Oh, absolutely fantastic my dear! Why, just the other day Vox and I found ourselves a NASTY little fellow. Turns out the pig squealed as much as his appearance belied. Made me awfully hungry for pork chops after.” Alastor laughed, waving his hand in a flamboyant fashion. One leg lifted over the other as he shifted directly into gossip mode with his other bestie.

Rosie’s hollows curved to show her joy. She clapped to hands together, bending down to better share the tea. “Already?! But Vox found one last week I swear! Where is he finding all of them?!”

Alastor shrugged, spinning the cane by his side by the tip. A nice little fidget toy as he spoke. “Seems the lad has some talent with networking! Managed to track down a copy of Blue Haze when it was first released down here too! Resourceful fellow. But--” Alastor wiggled his digits, segueing into the next topic. “Back to the slaughter my dear! I of course saved you the kidneys and the liver. All you have to do is bring that pretty little face of yours and your darling husband over one night!”

Rosie’s gloved hand gently tapped his shoulder, a light blush dusting her porcelain features. “Oh, you devil! How could I say no to an invitation like that? You spoil me! Next Thursday, seven?”

“Vox works until seven that day. Could you wait until eight-thirty?”

“You know his schedule by heart…! I’ll eat a late lunch then.”

Alastor would have cut in with an excuse for his familiarity, but Vox interrupted the two before he could utter a syllable in his defense!

“AL! Rosie! I’m heading out for a bit! I’m going to grab us something to help us beat all this heat!” Hands held over his mouth to carry his voice over, Vox naturally knew how to draw attention to himself. The pair immediately whipped their head to look.

“Don’t be gone too long dear! The coffee’s going to get cold!” Rosie warned.

“Rosie-- trust me. I’d rather have cold coffee right now.” Vox half-jogged backwards, already halfway to the gate. Once his claw touched the lock he waved with his free hand and jogged away. Alastor was mystified as to his partner’s intentions. It’d be fine, though it meant his gossip time with Rosie was cut short. He had to fight back the sigh in his chest. Cyril wasn’t a… dislikable fellow. Only, a little too simple for his tastes. Leaving Vox to entertain him was always his prefrence.

Cyril bashfully slid up beside his wife, attempting to be coy as he entwined their fingers together. As long as Alastor wasn’t being touched, he could hardly care less what others did with each other; tracking their filth and bacteria over each other. He could even ignore it when Rosie’s expression became tender. Brushing their brims together over and over like some chaste exchange of affection. But it left him wondering how to pass his time.

Alastor was already missing Vox’s presence. He could only ignore them being like this for so long. If he could at least a gander at the funny papers would mean he could remain occupied. The mask-like smile remained while his crimson gaze vacantly stared out into space. Droning out the buzz of affectionate pet names and girlish giggles.

Or so he thought.

“Hey, Alastor!” Cyril’s voice cut through the haze, stealing the Radio Demon’s attention. A gentle hum accompanied Alastor’s voice along with the familiar radio filter. “I’ve been wanting to ask you something. You’re-- kind of an intimidating guy most of the time so I never really know how to approach ya.”

Understandable. A man of his caliber was a rarity, and to his luck, flattery got far with him. The smile on his face grew a little more genuine, ears perked as he decided to return the man with an earnest effort. “Oh, Cyril. There’s no need to fear me! I’d never do anything to harm somebody so important to Rosie! Please, do ask. Just know there’s no guarantee I’ll answer.” He was buzzing with excitement under the attention, truth be told.

“You hunt down Overlord’s. But you are one. You’re also friends with Rosie and Vox but you don’t make them disappear. How do you decide who you make disappear and who becomes your friend?”

“Well… Quite the question there my lad! You’ve pulled my leg, so consider yourself lucky!” It was no real secret, truly. But to reveal anything he wanted to make it feel as though it were something grand pried out only because his hand had been forced. “It’s simple! Rosie is a delightful woman! The best company in all of hell I’d say. But don’t tell Vox that, he’d get quite pouty you know.”

Cyril chuckled, hooking an arm around Rosie’s waist to hug her closer. “You ain’t wrong!” Rosie blushed from the attention, turning her head away.

“You say that Al, but you always miss him when he’s gone,” Rosie argued. Her insight clamped his mouth shut as he forced a smile.

“Nonsense! How could I miss him when I see the Picture Box nearly every day? Do you take me for the kind of man who cannot go without company for fifteen minutes? Hardly. Now-- as per the question.” Alastor raised his staff, pointing it accusingly toward the two. He would not tolerate any more discussion down this particular path! “Rosie and Vox are good company. I enjoy having them around! They are the kind of people who clearly belong and flourish down here they aren’t… what I call filth. But some Overlords! I could not bear to tolerate their presence! So I don’t! Understood?”

Cyril dully nodded his head. There was no hint of comprehension in those hollows; and Alastor didn’t care enough to educate him. And his insight, left something to be desired.

“So you’re kind of like an Overlord Vigilante! That’s pretty cool, Vox should make that a movie. You’d make a pretty cool movie Star.”

A MOVIE star? Alastor, on the silver screen? The thought was ridiculous enough to force him into the back of his hair, holding his forehead as he cackled without restraint. Cyril was red with embarrassment for his poor foolish question; yet it was endearing. In it’s own way. “This face was made for Radio my dear! You will never find me on those… daft picture boxes. That’s entirely in Vox’s realm. And speak of the devil-- it would seem our estranged friend has returned with… a basket.”

The element of surprise taken from him, Vox came back hefting a woven straw basket. There was some disappointment to be given away but Vox was quick to take the spotlight for himself to proudly show the purpose of his outing. Leaving the basket by his side, Vox played a comical gameshow noise as he presented the purpose of his outing “Behold! The newest in Voxtech technology… The Vydro Balloon!” From the lining of his jacket he presented a package of… water balloons.

“Water balloons! Are we going to have a balloon fight?! Hah, that’ll cool us down right quick! Count me in!” Cyril came rushing down to meet up with the TV Overlord.

“Cyril, I was actually hoping you’d volunteer. See...” The man pulled Cyril closer, hooking an arm around his neck like he were an old friend. The past couple of years may have even put them on the fringe of the meaning. “I need somebody to help me fill all these balloons. Mind helping me out? All you gotta do is stack them up in the basket.”

Rosie seemed uncertain, tilting her head to the side. Alastor immediately scoffed, rolling his eyes at the idea. A water balloon fight! Like he’d get his good suit ruined! At least Rosie had the good sense to not join in such… buffoonery. But how he could he pass up some good entertainment?!

Vox and Cyril were a well-oiled team. The likes that could only be accomplished by two nincompoops sharing the same collective brain-cell. From claw to hand balloons were gathered into a growing pile. All sourced from the garden hose used for a purpose it was not intended for. Higher and higher the pile grew until it was an intimidating pyramid of childish wonder.

Rosie brushed her fingers across the brim of her sunhat, watching the pair with an affectionate smile. Unlike Alastor, she knew how to take joy in the moment of other people's joy to be her own. Seeing the two wide smiles on their faces was also her happiness. The tea party forgotten for the time being.

Today’s annoyance would one day be a bittersweet happy memory. But at that moment? Alastor was commending himself for his outstanding patience for those lesser than himself.

“ROSIE! You joining us?!” Vox called out, propping the pyramid with one hand to keep it from toppling.Vox alwayshad an uncanny ability to read The Radio Demon’s moods, likely picking up that there was no chance he’d be joining. It was frustrating some days how easily Vox could tell a lie or a shift in his mood despite his perfect mask. Some days he even contemplated carrying a mirror around to check for cracks. But Rosie was far more perceptive and never saw a thing.

“I’m good! I’m having fun watching you two!” Rosie insisted.

“Alright-- Also I’m sorry in advance?”

“What for?”

PLISH

Cyril’s face happened to be the first casualty when Vox threw the first balloon. It had caught him so off guard it knocked the cannibal onto his face with the broken rubber smothering his face. With a maniacal cackle, Vox picked up two more between his hands. “THAT! I’ll be generous and give you five seconds to get your barings. Then you’re getting SOAKED!”

Cyril pushed himself onto his hands and knees, crawling over to the basket to chuck the closest balloon into Vox’s screen next.

PLONK

The casing made an unusual noise as it smacked against his screen. Sparks of electricity sparked from his face as he found himself similarly soaked. Waterproof models had not been invented quite yet, and Vox was going to pay for this later. But that-- was a problem for future Vox!

“Cy-y-y-rilll I’ll gg-g-g-gget yo--uu!” Vox’s voice came out stuttered and heavily filtered as he threw the next water balloon, smacking him right at the core. Cyril attempted to throw one back at Vox, missing when he jumped to the side at the last moment. The balloon smacked into the side of the house instead, watering the roses. An all-out war broke out between the pair. Rosie could only sit and watch for a couple minutes until she retreated into the house. Ducking her head when a balloon whizzed overhead. Her hands holding her petticoats she rushed inside.

Alastor clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. Vox had clambered on top of a tree trunk, proclaiming some king of the hill game. A well-timed balloon knocked him right off, with Cyril taking the lead. Alastor exhaled through his nose, amused with the display at least. Staying Happy and dry, Alastor plucked a pinky from the finger foods. No need for all of that to go to waste now! Nothing quite a dinner AND a show.

Three minutes later Rosie was back outside, dressed in a one-piece bathing suit with her hair up in a bun. She snuck up behind the boys, snatching two of the water balloons from the pile to pile into the back of both. In a late minute upset, Rosie stole the hill! Alastor was betrayed!

“I can’t believe it,” Alastor muttered to himself, watching the trio now exchange blows among one another. Vox and Cyril he could understand! Cyril was a horrible influence and brought out the boyish nature of the otherwise respectable Vox. But Rosie? He thought her above this! With two fingers nestled between his eyes, he lamented in an exhale, “I’m surrounded by idiots.”

Worse still. The more he saw them all laughing and having fun, the sulkier Alastor was starting to feel from being left out. He was far too proud to say he was going to join after all! He was above this! His foot tapped against the floor, sating his anger with flesh trying to tune out the raucous laughter. Truth was, he hated standing on the outside, unable to find a way to include himself. Even with his smile always present, he could feel his brow heavy in a crease. The pride of pride, he supposed.

SPLISH

A balloon smacked Alastor right in the face. Gobsmacked, his monocle was dislodged in the process and lost somewhere on the veranda. Alastor found himself staring at the face of the culprit: Vox. Guilty as a dog! A smarmy grin that covered half his screen; when it wasn’t glitching out into multi-colored blocks. Alastor mentally took back his previous statement, that smile wasn’t gorgeous! It was punch-able! Incensed, he melted into the shadows, claiming the basket for himself.

The paltry remaining balloon that Vox had left felt inadequate compared to the rising silhouette of Alastor. Eight deadly tentacles in place of heads all curled and prepped to pepper Vox in a deluge of plastic and water.

“SHI-II-TT! AL! I’M SO-OH-OH-RRY!” Vox’s screams of lamentation were music to his ears! But nothing quite as delightful as the way he ran with true terror in his eyes. Cyril thought he’d be safe hiding behind a tree, cute! And Rosie, the lady thought herself so safe standing in the open like he wouldn’t repay her for her betrayal. A maniacal laughter filled the air. Now the battle would truly begin!

Rosie accepted her fate. For that, she had the lightest punishment. Cyril was yanked out from under the tree with a tentacle then repeatedly smacked in the back of the head with new balloons. And Vox? Poor, foolish Vox who threw the first balloon? STRUNG UP ON THE TREE! It was cute watching his body sway and dangle over the branch, groaning it’s protest as it crackled beneath the weight. Vox protectively held onto his last balloon, as if they could save him. Al let him have it too. It buffeted against his chest, soaking his coat with the Radio Demon making no move to dodge or protect himself. Countless gallons of blood soaked this jacket, Vox would simply be footing the dry cleaning bill when this was all said and done.

“AAAL! Have I me-me-mentioned how much I LOVE your br-broaaaaad casshhhhts! Or how I would listenn-enn-enn—FFSHSH! Ghaah!”

Oh, poor sweet lamb. Your supplications cannot reach ears who have none for mercy! Reduced to a delightful blue pinata! Balloon after brightly color balloon broke upon his body, spinning it like a toy upon the dangling branch. Only when the basket had been exhausted did Alastor allow Vox to sink back into the ground content with himself. “Well, I doubt anyone is feeling overheated now.” Alastor chimed.

Rosie was doubled over in laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. Cyril, cowered in fear and awe. Vox… well he wasn’t doing much of anything. Electricity sparked from his waterlogged body, the man completely out of commission.

“Hm. Maybe… I’ve overdone it. A little.” Alastor admitted.

Getting Vox home proved to be a heavy ordeal. Carrying that wet and electronic body all the way back to his home would be exhausting; if he didn’t leave that to his dear shadow minions. A detached garage carried multiple parts for the purpose of repairs in case of injuries Vox didn’t want to wait for his regeneration to take care of. Swapping one head for the back up was one Alastor learned over the years, he liked to use it when he did major repairs on his head. The finer details of the repairs were beyond him. But he’d taken the time to learn things like swapping out a screen or replacing a filter. All to keep his partner running well.

The delightful grayish face returned with a scream. “AAAAH! Ah…? Huh?” Disoriented, Vox took a few minutes to realize where he was. When his memory at last caught up, he shot Alastor a dirty look. Now it was Alastor’s turn to have the shit-eating grin. Parking his chin on top of a hammock woven between his fingers.

“You don’t know the meaning of restraint, do you.” Vox spoke flatly. The television filter of his voice thick, worse due to the age of the speakers.

Alastor cocked his head to the side, flicking one ear as his smile widened. “You were so desperate for me to join, my dear! How could I hold back when you went so far as to hold my hand?”

Vox scoffed while he went through the usual diagnosis. Testing his joints, the swivel of his head, checking his display in a mirror. The old head was beyond repair, water had completely ruined it. Some water got into his exhaust but his clothes protected him there. No major repairs are needed. The only problem was… the backup model was old. Made back when Alastor was young. The screen was small and the sound quality atrocious.

“Once you joined in though, you clearly were having a lot of fun.” Vox spoke.

“Mm, I might have. And I get to see you in that darling vintage model again. Will we be shopping for a new one tomorrow?”

Vox sighed, shifting his gaze over. “Have to. My peripheral sight is horrible in this thing and my voice… eugh.” Vox motioned his claw over his neck, sticking his tongue out in disgust.

“Hm, I think it’s darling. I enjoy your natural voice. But if one has to trade it for that dazzling smile of yours… well. We must all make sacrifices for the greater good I suppose.”

There were a great many things Vox always felt so self-conscious about his demon’s body. Yet without fail, Alastor found the beauty in everything about him. One day, his friend would see it too. Until then he was satisfied with the hitch in his voice. “I-- Thank you for patching me back up by the way.”

“Thank you for pulling me in Vox. It was a lot more fun than I thought it’d be. But next time… let’s do something that doesn’t incapacitate you, hmm?”

A highly filtered chuckle answered the Radio Demon, flashing that beloved smile Alastor was so fond of. “Deal!”

The return to the modern world allowed the wistful tune of Benny Carter’s ‘Melancholy Lullaby’ to pour into his ears. Alastor never liked the silence. A record was always playing in his solitude, even if there was no music; the silence was soothing. Pinched between his fingers, Alastor held a sepia-toned photo. The last remainder of the man he used to know. Rhe one who would smile at him so easily. The man who could pull him into a water balloon fight and feel like he belonged in the crowd; rather than outside. Seven years and he could hardly recognize him anymore. Cyril was dead. Rosie his only true friend left in the world. They no longer drank coffee in that gazebo in Rosie’s rose garden. They would rather avoid the ghosts of that place.

He would not pay the price of letting anyone get that close to him ever again.

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numbuh900 · 1 year ago

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I drew these three big important GKND oc's a while ago but I had to come up with their bio's.

These three operatives are members of a race of aliens made from celestial energy that have very powerful abilities. They all have no idea about their origins as they were abandoned at an intergalactic orphanage.

Race:Celestialoid

They live for a pretty long time, and they age slower than humans. The three opretatives have been around for many, many years, but are still biologically young.

Powers: flying, cosmic energy manipulation,extreme durability, telekinesis, super strength, star creation, shape shifting.

Numbuh 1000-Stars and her sister Numbuh Eclipse

Numbuh 1000-Stars AKA (Sonny)

Age:(13 in Celestialoid years)

gender:female

She was once the former Supreme Leader and founder of the Galactic Kids Next Door, Sonny was a fair, fun, and kind leader who would always try peaceful solutions before fighting.

She would use her powers to gift children of many planets in the universe with the knowledge on how to rise up against evil adult's and even wrote the book of KND to begin with then hid it in the planet Earth thousands of years ago, so that the children of that planet could fight for kids rights.

On the day she turned into a teenager, she let Numbuh Alpha-Thousand be in charge because they've been best friends for a long time, and they trusted each other. unfortunately, Sonny had no idea about her freinds extremist views and had no idea that Alpha-Thousand had more extreme ways of handling adult tyranny.

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Numbuh Eclipse** AKA (Lucy)

Age:(8 in Celestialoid years)

Gender:female

The sister of Numbuh 1000-Stars and leader of the secret rebellion against the current leader of the GKND, ever since her sister's decommissioning she's been going all around the galaxy for the parts to make a recommissioning device so she can revive 1000-Stars memories and tell her about what Numbuh Alpha-Thousand has been doing behind her back.

Lucy is a wild, free spirite who is very emotional. She has a hard time controlling her celestial powers and is fascinated with all life through the universe. seeing Numbuh Alpha-Thousand use the gknd to wipe out life breaks her heart to no end, so she decides to help the Earth Kids Next Door put an end to Alpha-Thousand's tyranny once and for all.

And now for who I believe Is the true big bad guy in Galactic Kids Next Door.....

Numbuh Alpha-Thousand (Aurora)

Age:(12 in Celestialoid years)

Gender:female

Numbuh Alpha-Thousand is current soopreem leader of the GKND. After Numbuh 1000-Stars left, Alpla-Thousand would take their place but she had more nefarious views as she belived the organization wasn't efficient enough in stopping adult tyranny so she took things to the extreme level by wanting to wipe off adults off the face of the universe.

She's been using alien technology along with manipulation tactics to brainwash Nigel and the other GKND operatives into believing in her extremist views, and anyone who stands up to her will be severely punished. She's cruel, vindictive, bratty, and a true dictator.........but she wasn't always this way.

Way back in the good old days, Aurora and Sonny were best friends growing up in the orphanage, planning missions, fighting intergalactic villains together. She was a rough and tumble gal with a big heart..........until one dark day they've faced the universe's biggest and most horrible hating supervillain who had Aurora captured, had something that would neutralize her powers and had endlessly tortured her for so long until the Galactic Kids Next Door came to rescue her.

That horrible day had scarred that girl so badly that it sparked her desire to get rid of all adults in the universe no matter what, she waited until after 1000-Stars got too old to stay in the GKND in order to start her plans as she knew her best friend would never resort to her extremist views.

#cartoon network #cartoons #codename kids next door #artists on tumblr #codename knd #fanart #stop the gknd #galactic knd #galactic kids next door #original character #oc #original art #knd #headcannons

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pleafyistired · 5 months ago

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I knew if I sent that on anon I would lose the post and have to dig into dash for 5000 years /silly. Can you tell me more about your ocs perhaps perchance - 🕶

You gotta be more specific my friend i haveeee… symbolismss, main story, characters personality, side characters, the Antagonist, designs, weapons and battle styleee etc etc /sillyy

But uhh i think ill start out with the prologue/backstory that kicks the whole story off… :3 buckle up, its a bit long! :3

DISCLAIMERR everything is all under construction and might change!! Im sorry if i just randomly one day change shit up lol, but for now heres the shit ive cooked up.

undercut cause kinda Long.

Okayyyy SO! We first start out with Chris :3 hes born in a royal family thing and even though hes a younger child, after proving to everyone hes clearly superior in Everything* compare to his older brother whos unluckily* wasnt born mutated with dragons features and powers (super rare since like dragons are basically consider extinct at that point in the world after being hunted down and erased by people). The older brother was kind and compassionate compare to the confident killer machine that is his brother, so Chris is basically on the throne now on account of his parents being pretty old now and them pushing most of the work to their sons and fuck away to vacations. During this time of chris’s ruling, the next door kingdom has a single king with no heirs. These two kingdom, chris’s and this other dude’s, are the two most powerful nation in the world and is basically fighting the other for more control over Everything. That king didnt quite seem to care about the fact hes old and have no heirs tho, as he was more concerned with having as much control over everything as possible. Chris took offense to this cause HEY controlling and taking over the world- I MEANN ruling over everyone is HIS JOB! so they fought a lot until one day the old king died right at his desk, and it was rumored he was assassinated but theres no time to figure that all out now, cause that kingdom immediately crumbled without the iron fist control freak ruler to run everything, everything went to shit! and long story short, Chris basically took over that kingdom and punish anyone that were in support of the past king and all is well! Now he rule everything yippie!

Spoiler alert! it Doesnt cause as it turns out, the old king actually secretly had a team of scientist that was researching how to revive a dragon from ice cause the king figure hey. if that young brat is so proud of its stupid dragon might, ill have my OWN dragon son to kick his stupid ass. And he succeeded! So he raised his dragon son in secret for years until womp womp hes dead. The dragon guy went into hiding and finally is now planning to emerge with the single goal of avenging his dead father! and thats Eric :3

Thats BASICALLY. Keyword BASIC. Introduction of the two. Cause shit are much Much more complicated and as the plot unfolded, so so much more happened… escalated much more from simple personal drama to the sake of the world, to having to deal with what being alive is and what living for yourself means, that being the paragon hero isnt VERY GOOD and Not in the way youre thinking of which is “ohh im too worried about others to thibk about themselves.” Yes thats also a part, but being the perfect paragon hero can escalate to something so so much more dark and just GAHHH THATS 0.1% OF IT. I HAVENT EVEN SCRATCH THE SURFACE.

also if youre wondering what a paragon hero is btw, heres an explaination, but the simple relevant explaination for my story is that someone who will do good for the SAKE of doing good, the classic typical hero who will never give up on what is good and will do anything for it. Think superman or batman! ^_^

ANYWAYS yeah thats the Prologue, and lemme know if you want to know anything else lol <3 THANKS FOR ASKING BTW I APPRECIATE IT ❤️❤️❤️

#inspiral astrum #<- ocs tag!#It gets So much more compliacted heart emoji ❤️❤️#I also have a random ms paint doodle of chris ill post it soon :3 #AGAIN THANK YOU SOO MUCHH!!! ❤️❤️💫💫💫#My stupidfucking gay idiots 💕💕

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orangeshinigami · 1 year ago

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Hi there! First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to read these!!

You can call me Bibis, I’m 26 years old and roleplaying has been one of my hobbies for over ten years, I’ve been a part of the Bleach fandom for about that same amount of time too. However, I still haven’t finished reading the manga (I’m always working and when I finally have some free time I have no energy to do anything guys, help). But I’ll eventually finish it, I swear… Or I’ll at least watch the anime bc I’m super hyped about this revival. ANYWAYS, yes, this is just a heads up that I do know some things about the last arc of the manga but not everything. But don’t worry, depending on what we choose to write, I’ll do my reasearch!! <3

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ichigo or Bleach obviously, also no icons / headers and stuff used here were made by me unless otherwise stated.

I work 44 hours a week (sometimes more) and I’m still finishing my university course, so my activity will be low, especially from monday to friday. Please understand that I might take a long time to reply – this doesn’t mean I’m not interested in writing with you / don’t like your character or anything, I’m really just super busy most of the time.

No godmodding please. You control your character and I control mine, thank you very much.

Plotting!! I love plotting SO MUCH and can get super excited over it and come up with 5415114 AU’s, hahaha. Seriously, if you have an idea about how our characters could interact or want to build a whole new AU for them, PLEASE do not hesitate to hmu!!

Feel free to turn memes / asks into threads, just make sure to make a new post for it rather than just reblogging the answered ask.

My discord is available to mutuals upon request, we can plot or even rp through there too!! Given my busy schedule, it’s easier for me to be active and reply to stuff there.

Shipping can be super fun, but only if there is chemistry. So there has to be a lot of plotting and our characters need to interact a few times for me to consider shipping them!! Instant shipping / pre-established romantic relationships are not really my cup of tea. I won’t write romantic ships with minors, btw, please don’t insist.

My main verse is set when Ichigo is around 18 years old and finishing up high school!! But if you wanna interact with older Ichigo, or have a plotting idea that would work best with the older version of him, do let me know!! Like I said before, I truly love plotting, so don’t be afraid to throw your ideas at me, I’ll most likely be just as excited as you are to discuss them.

Since I’m well over the age of 18, you might see NSFW themes (such as violence, drugs, sex) on this blog from time to time. I have no triggers and I may be a little forgetful when tagging that sort of thing. Please if you see anything that’s triggering to you that you believe I didn’t properly tag, send me a message and I’ll fix it right away. I want this to be a safe and fun enviroment not only for me but for my writing partners as well!!

That’s about it!! I’m super friendly ooc, I promise. So send me memes and questions whenever!! I’ll be happy to answer all of them. :]

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papabirdurskeks · 2 years ago

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OC ask! Question 1 ^^

1. Your first OC ever?

Oh man, this dates back to so many years ago that I had to really think hard about this one and when it came to the answer, that honor of being my first ever OC was Kalla c:

I was really into Star Wars as a kid but never thought in my life to ever make an OC or Fan Character (FC) as they were called back in the day! But for some reason, I really wanted to do it and thus, he came to be! But did you know he didn't look like this when I first made him?

In fact, he was a completely different person way back in the day!

When I first made Kalla back in 2004 or 2005 (I think?), he was actually a female Kaleesh who lived as a hermit far from her homeworld! Her whole look was different then too, though sadly I only found two pieces of which I saved from those early days. All the old art of have of Kalla is sadly lost to time x')

(Beware, super old art ahead!)

Kalla used to have a mask and even a big ol' scar over her eye, but after time I sort of just forgot about her and moved on, to which unfortunately lead to me also throwing away and loosing all the old art I had of her too x') Now I'm mad at myself for having done that x')

But then she had a short revival back in 2011-2012, to which I redesigned her; this time taking away her mask and making her facial injuries far more prominent.

Gave her a new hair style too and switched her injuries to a lip scar/burn. At this point I had updated her to be a doctor of sorts but then shortly lost interest again when I couldn't quiet figure out what more to do with her.

And then fast forward to recent years and now Kalla has a brand new look and story to boot! c: Kalla is now a male Kaleesh who still sort of lives as a hermit far from home, a nod to what he used to be when he started. However, he lacks the injuries he used to have and still no longer carries the mask; having never forged and earned the right to do so. Instead, Kalla's days as hermit are preferred to be lived out in peace and without confrontation, especially from other Kaleesh. He is much happier in his peaceful life forging new trinkets out of scrap metal and fixing droids, traveling about when he wants to cx

And you know, with all the changes Kalla has gone through, he's very special to me because of it. He was my very first OC, fandom OC nonetheless, and he holds a very special place in my heart for it. He changed so much along the way just like me and its like seeing a reflection of myself grow along the journey we both had. We changed and we are happier with who we are now x)

#matla speaks #star wars #kaleesh #oc #sketches #blorbo talk time #beware there is old art in this post lol #OC: Kalla

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neonmetro · 7 months ago

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I just want to say that I LOVE DECO AND EVE SMM AND I'M GLAD I'M GOING TO SEE MORE OF THEM AND THE APOCALYPSE HORSEMEN LOOK SO BADASS, THIS OC WORLD LITERALLY HAS ME IN HEADLOCK

Also, Ulysses, my baby, he needs all of the love in the world. I feel so bad for him, WAHHHHHH.

-Ulysses loving anon(Ty I am SO well fed)

WAHOO !!! i've got a few horsemen pieces that are wips at the moment... when i finish them i'll post em here :))

don't let his never ending misery and torment fool you he is still an bitter old asshole...

BG INFO the founding are all the roman olympians but as just The government its essentially just a bunch of old money nepo babies. menelaus and agamemnon thought if they just killed them the problems with the current government would be solved because all the members of this one particular family was involved with the gov, if they just killed them then there can't possibly be more corruption in the government. right? right? a note is that the founding had ampules that made them effectively immortal because they just used soul gems to repair their own bodies

idk what is Going On With troy yet but during the founding it was pretty fucked with laws (absolutely having no regulations with contracts/magical girls/vagabonds) and even though there was a central government, essentially every district was for themselves because of the major language and cultural barrier.

1st 5 years of the illium war was just general destruction in an attempt to harm the founding (didn't really work), 2nd 5 years was espionage and trying to find ways of killing the founding (events of the odyssey), and last 5 years was erasing any memory of the founding (destroying every statue, memorial, and work depicting them) + trojan horse was let into a section of the city that housed solely government buildings and it turned all the founding into vagabonds and provoked them into killing each other with no thought of using those ampules

i did adapt almost all the monsters so when you see that. they're all just vagabonds (though kalypto is not included)

lotus eaters are eta vagabonds, though just a hivemind trying to recruit more people into their hivemind peacefully

cyclops is a herder and still the son of neptune (who controls the sea mechanically with like. tuning forks)

land of the giants is just. giant vagabonds

circe permanently turns a few of ulysses' men into vagabonds and feeds them to him (including polites), perma killing them

ulysses shoots with his gun to get the herb moly from the ground instead of mercury giving it to him, circe tells him to go talk to the former magical girl tiresias, which she heard that some of the souls revived so they should probably go check up on that

hades is just a part of the chastise district where through all of the achaean's destruction, has actually led some of the dead souls buried to revive and turn into vagabonds (later novaturi government fully prevents this by having undertakers at its graveyards) tiresias is the one who tells him the only real way to prevent the founding from reforming their flesh with souls is to hurt the souls directly and ulysses interprets that as MAKE A TOY HORSE AND MAKE THEM GO ALL INSANE.

tiresias recommends he listens to the calls of the siren to get a feel of how he should create the silly little horse and so he does. hallucinates penelope and is fucking losing it while tied to the mast

SCYLLA AND CHARBYDIS. VAGABONDS AND JUST MORE DEATH. (similarly to the odyssey he tries to fight scylla but fails regardless and almost gets another 6 men killed)

they drop off to get some supplies, turns out the village is cursed and every one who ate beef fucking burns alive right in front of him and all his remaining crew die. tragic

he skedaddles on his own, meets with kalypto who saves him from the shore and he stays for 7 weeks before returns to the main military base and they start planning on erasing the founding entirely

he doesn't get the same help he does in the odyssey, with the exception of minerva, but she kinda. always thought he was her little guy and while she did help him, she didn't fully understand his intentions was to fully wipe her and her family out. like, she's the person that got him into the high military position he was in, and she was actively helping him out of sticky situations with her family and he still indirectly killed her

#running around in circles I REALLY CAN'T EXPRESS HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME... THANK YOU FOR BEING SO INTERESTED IN MY SILLY TOUYS #ask #ulysses #odysseus #the odyssey #oc #novaturient #neon's sketchbook

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folansstuff · 1 year ago

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General Atticus HC's

Had the urge to write more OC headcanons, so here they are some more!

Is currently in his late 20’s-early 30’s. Despite being dead for 5 years and his revival being thanks to semi-supernatural forces, the Garden still aged him to keep him in-line with what it thought was right.

Sleepy Bisexual. Probably drinks as much coffee as Illyana does.

Still has traces of his old Australian accent. Still slips ‘mates’ and ‘oi’s into conversation sometimes. Comes out in full swing when he’s upset.

Majored in English Literature and Teaching! Will leap into long speeches about Shakespeare at the drop of a hat.

Put on some weight during his time away from the X-Men. Chose not to get rid of it, even after being revived on Krakoa. ((This is definitely not because Illyana likes it, no sir.))

Sees the original New Mutants as his family, would defend any of them with his life.

Team Dad when Sam is away. He and Dani spend a lot of time wrangling the students and planning for the school with the others. He usually leaves her to deal with the council unless they request him specifically. ((Or he gets to see Kitty and Piotr, whichever is more likely))

Die-hard Dazzler fanboy, Alison once dropped into his and Illyana’s home and found him at the door wearing a “I <3 Dazzler” shirt, she never let him hear the end of it ((she was flattered though)).

A perpetual project-starter. Would start and drop a new, weird thing every few weeks. Some are successful (the sweaters he made his teammates, learning to bake) some aren’t (boxing,

Briefly took a job at Avengers Academy as one of their “normal staff” and a mutant liaison (hilarious considering his history with the X-Men). Took the job despite his dislike of The Avengers because they offered him a ton of money.

Because of this he and Laura are surprisingly good friends, he was the first choice for a teacher for Gabby once he was revived and Akedeimos was more concretely established as a school.

Highly protective of his students, all of them, even the ones who aren’t his students anymore. Had to be convinced to not attack Arcade after he found out about Avengers Arena and almost started a fight with Bishop when he pitched his War Academy.

Frequently uses his powers for mundane things; spinning hand fans, hand drying clothes, rewinding tapes, etc. Will spin the earth around just to skip traffic.

After being revived he can see errors and other signs of reality having been warped or changed in some way in the form of spirals appearing over the top of the affected object. Causes him serious headaches.

Idolizes Captain America. Has considered using a shield as a weapon for its effectiveness and to emulate the man. Was very bummed out when Rogers acts like a “boot-licker” and worked against mutant-kind after AvX.

Dude is just trying his best to live a peaceful and quiet life with his family, and all the superhero drama keeps getting in the way : (

#i have #so many thoughts abt this poor man #x-men oc #oc #original character #marvel oc #marvel comics oc

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theant755 · 3 months ago

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10 Years of Deviantart

FULL STORY:

So back in 2014, I remember that I created this DeviantArt account on the Nintendo Wii, I didn't post anything at the time because there's no way to post anything on a video game console nor I have a computer at the time. I have the 3DS, but I can only post my drawings on Facebook. That is until I got a phone the next year and got a DeviantArt app to finally post my drawings on the site. I posted my Mixels, Object Shows, and other stuff I was interested in.

I was noticed by the Mixels and the Object Show community and I receive fanart of My OC's and my personas. I was a bit popular, but I did not have 500 followers compared to now. I also would upload photos for my short-lived series; 2 Strong Wrestling. I made humanoid versions of the leaders of the first 3 Mixels, Flain, Craiger & Teslo, and Iza's OC. Well, because I moved to a different apartment from Grandma's house (R.I.P. Grandma by the way), and it was poorly made (which makes sense, as I was 15-16 at the time), I ended up not only scrapping the wrestling league but even deleting photos from DeviantArt (Probably a good thing too because I only want to focus on my drawings and photos). In 2017, my interest in Mixels is… not gone, just faded. At the time I said the reason I stopped doing Mixels fan art was because of “Rule 34 garbage to fetish nonsense, and shipping”. Look, I admitted doing inflation fetish drawings but not as much, I was 17 at the time. Looking back, I was dishonest and did not know the fact that stuff is normal for shows in the media. Long story short, I don't mind lewd drawings, fetish shit, and shipping… AS LONG IF THEY DON'T DRAW UNDERAGE LEWD ACTS, DRAW THE MOST SICK SHIT IMAGINABLE, RESPECT OPINIONS ON SHIPS AND NOT WISH DEATH THREATS TO OTHER PEOPLE! Angry rant aside, I still draw Slark from Aqua Squad because he's not only my favorite OC but he's my first OC ever. That's why he appears in my future drawings. Anyway, I'm still working on my Mixels Remastered, it is still A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Next is Object Shows. Back in 2016, various Object Shows were canceled and I thought it was going to be the end of the genre in general, thankly it wasn't the case.

Back then I was watching BFDI, Inanimate Insanity, Object Overload, Object Havoc, Object Redundancy & The Object Show Movie. Well, nowadays… Look, I still watch BFDI & Inanimate Insanity but, I'm just not BIG on Object Shows anymore and that's because they're mostly competition shows. It was accepted back in 2010 through 2015 because it was based on Total Drama Island, but nowadays it's starting to get old and repetitive. I just want something different now. Look at ONE, while I am not a fan of that show (respect my opinion), it was unique compared to other shows at the time. Looking at Modern Objects, I was hooked on that show and again it felt different and unique I was hoping to see more, but sadly, it never came to be (Object Meltdown is probably the closest that we ever get to an “Episode 2” of Modern Objects). Object After Dark is currently my favorite object show right now.

I'm hoping in the future, we get more original object shows and not BFDI clones with 50 to 100 characters that take too long to make. (Look, I don't mind with a lot of characters in shows just getting people to help to write for them.) Again, this is JUST MY OPINION, you don't have to agree with me.

So in 2014, I started my Christmas drawings on Facebook called “Anthony55's 25 Days of Christmas”, where in 25 days, I would post my Christmas drawings of various characters in traditional scenarios. I continued my seasonal drawings with “Anthony55's 25 Days of XMas” in 2015 and “25 Days of Ant-Mas” in 2016. The series took a 5-year hiatus before 2022 with a revival series called “25 Days Til XMas” and was a huge success! The series will follow up with “The Road of XMas” in 2023. And this year… (SPOILER ALERT/NAME REVEALED) 25 Nights of Navidad will debut in 2024!

This year's 25 Nights of Navidad will go all out on the drawings and the scenarios. (Maybe some throwbacks too.)

Lastly, my (slowly) rise…

Back in 2019, I started to draw actual Battle bots and into the 2020s, I started to draw Helluva Boss, Pibby, Unikitty, and The Amazing Digital Circus. Trust me, ever since I started to draw them, I got a rainstorm of favorites and followers. My mission is to get 1,000 followers by 2025.

MY THOUGHTS ON THE CURRENT STATE OF DEVIANTART/ MY FUTURE ON THIS SITE:

So I've been aware of DeviantArt's downfall in recent years.

It all started with the Eclipse debacle, while I honestly don't mind the layout, it kills the vibe of the old DeviantArt style that I remember (I wanted to use them so badly!). Then, the AI slop that this website is supporting the bejesus out of it. AI should be used to save lives, NOT TO REPLACE HUMANS! And let's not forget the overkill of fill-in memes. I don't mind fill-in memes once a while, but when it gets to the point when it's just TOO MUCH, no offense, if you're not going to post your drawings on this site, DON'T HAVE AN ACCOUNT IN GENERAL!

And to the owner(s) of DeviantArt, if you are not going to improve or even care for this website… SELL IT TO SOMEONE ELSE THAT CARES!

#SellDeviantArt!

So… What's next for me? Will I leave this website?

No… but, if DeviantArt announces that they're shutting down, I will move my drawings to other art sites. Other than that, I will still be posting here for the time being.

Thank you all for supporting me for all these years on this website!

#10 years #10 year anniversary #devianartist #deviantart #sell deviantart

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doppaminedogg · 10 months ago

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OC short story or whatever

Shon- ten foot tall muscular goat with dog paws, his claws are thick and long, he has four green eyes, his body is heavily scarred and he is a demi-god, but he prefers nobody knows it. Shon was created by one of the other gods before they were killed by Doppaminedogg, doppaminedogg would kill shon if it found out that he was a demi God, so he just makes sure nobody finds out. Shon is the son of the goddess of earth. He has the power to grow plants and revive trees and whatnot. Shons fur is a creamy white, and he's usually dirty because he lives in the woods and doesn't necessarily have the need to bathe. He is 738 years old and wise.

Shon blinked slowly, getting used to the morning sun. He lifted his snout, drawing in the fresh air the world had to offer. He remembered when humans ruled the earth and black smog was his only option for air. Shon lifted his hind leg and scratched the back of his neck, a spot he wasn't able to get to as well as he used to.

Shon stood up, arching his stomach towards the ground and pushing his paws forward to stretch, his jaws parted in a large yawn. "Oh man.." He groaned as he stood normally again. He stepped out of his cave completely, tiptoeing down the rocks so he didn't fall. "Good morning, world." He murmured to himself. This morning, the grass and trees were all covered in dew. He trotted through the trees happily, walking the same path he'd walked for hundreds of years to his waterfall.

The waterfall came from another cliff, the water fell from the wall and into a wide and deep pond, creating a nice water source for all the forest animals.

As Shon walked up, the deers and other animals looked up, most running away. Shon didn't pay no mind and sauntered right up to the rim of the water, craning his neck down to drink the nice cool water. He was alone by the waterfall in a matter of seconds. He didn't care. Shon sat back on his haunches, enjoying the morning smells and sounds.

Shon sat there for a minute before he decided he would get up and go check around Pines territory perimeters. He stomped through the forest, scenting for the border of her territory. Once he found it, Shon started walking along the edge, looking for any danger or trespassers. So far, this morning was fine.

An hour had passed, and Shon had just gotten finished with checking on Pines territory. He wandered off into the direction of her base, looking for prey along the way. Andeer was grazing in the open field where Pines apartment building stood. Shon crouched, bunching his muscle under him to ready for a chase. His claws dug into the earth, and he pushed off, running at full speed towards his victim. The deers head snapped up, and it turned to run, only getting a few feet away before Shon pounced and locked his jaws around its neck and snapped it. The deer went limp in his jaws and blood from the bite seeped into his fur and dripped off of his chin.

"Shon!" Somebody shouted. Shon turned around, slinging the deers body around as he did. Pine stood in the shadow of the hallway to her base. "Quit fucking killing animals here!" She shouted. Shon flicked his ear and lumbered over to her. "Did you check my borders yet?" She asked. Shon nodded, dropping the dead deer. "Yes, everything is fine." He reported. "And the monster?" Pine asked. "Didn't see or scent, it." Shon replied. His skin trickled, mostly with resentment. Pine nodded. "Thanks." She said begrudgingly. "Seriously, quit killing animals in my field. You'll attract more predators or even more prey." Pine demanded as she turned around and walked off to the bunker door.

Pine, when she had first got here, discovered an old apartment building that was abandoned. She and her crew, mostly friends, made the apartments livable. Pine had decided that she wanted a bunker, so they made it. Right at the end of the hallway on the first floor was a heavy and large trap door that only unlocked with a pass code nobody but her, Madia, Cassidy, Wade, and Danzel knew.

Shon watched her enter the code and dissappear into the bunker. He snorted and picked up his prey, sauntering off back to his cave.

Yay the end byyyeee

#oc lore #furry oc #oc #oc story #oc shit #idk i was bored

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195seojoon · 10 months ago

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Damn... That's what I really thought before but didn't shared it because it confused me how to write or express this way. So I want to say thank you for sharing your thoughts are exactly same. What you said is perfectly correct.

And also, Whenever I write SJW x Reader, I feel like I am breaking canon and Original plotline but it's just fanfic so there is no problem with that yet I feel it is problem. The Hunter(ML), Reader (as civilian or any job it is), and Female lead that's supposed together with OG ML. THE THREE! Why not make poly (of course I have no problem with it and if actual SJW simp loves it or hates it, I don't know! Because I like sharing weird ships and all crazy brainrots)

I will share some of my fanfic I kept as draft and prompts but it's yandere 😔. And It's not poly... 😔 but scary ahh sharin' my ideas.

(After read 'keep reading', that's why I have two things for SJW are... I love him but I hate him but I love him but I hate him but I love him.... and so on. Love and Hate... yes.)

Take this 01: I have wrote a reader (sorry but that reader will become OC or (Y/n) in my WIP fanfic) (also if i am sharing reader but i don't know if reader is she or he so I will use 'they')That is hard-core fan of SL and simp is SL. Dies, reincarnates into civilian but it's in Second Timeline. They works as Office Worker in tall building ahh. They think they were reincarnated into some ahh Dimension that looks very normal and something like cliche ahh modern novel. Then when they were taking break inside tall ahh building, they saw black spot jumping from one to another building from far. They notices and found out it's SJW, paids no mind and ignores cuz they know SJW are together with Cha Hae-In and they don't wanna interfere canon event. But SJW already knew when he felt stared by Reader and began to stalk them (bruh here we go, Stalker, yandere and psychopath). And SJW wasn't Dating Cha Hae-In YET! Wtf? Does this... don't tell me... Reader is older than SJW?!?! (Nah bro, It's only on earth, yk what I mean, They have age in their soul, sjw is Older than reader by soul age and not appearance) WTF BUT THAT'S PROBLEM! oh wait, If sjw is in third year high school (he is Korean right? I am sorry that I don't know anything of korean education system and age for school) then does this means sjw is already 18-21 Yr old sjw in second timelime (I forgot to count his actual age).Then after that, When Reader got home, lights out, opens laptop, and starts to binge watching animes or whatever on any platform (netflix, amazon prime, DisneyHotstar, HBO, Hubu, etc). They felt they were being stalked. Reader doesn't notice it cuz they don't know that it was SJW watching them using shadow's point of view.

THEY HAVE TWO ENDINGS:

Happy ending for sjw but reader will stuck forever with him. 🤨😕🙄😒 (Which means Reader has no Siblings, no family, no friends and nobody except sjw)

Sad Ending for sjw (good for him you fucker [to sjw]) but Reader will also stuck with him forever again. (What I mean is... Reader knows sjw is Yandere, so they kill themselves and sjw gets pain. Then he revives them and becomes shadow but still hurted him cuz Reader is no more human and no hard feelings for him. (AHAHAHA SJW YOU FUCEKR GETS HURTED I LOVE HURTING HIM) 😑😁🤡💀☠️👻

Take this 02: When Reader is not hard-core fan of SL but knows everything about it, dies, gets reincarnated into someone's body. They were still at second timeline. After years of adapted in new words they don't know which one (they stayed there for 3 years). When they were walking down street at evening, they saw Cha Hae-In and SJW on other side of road, Sjw was healing Cha Hae-In's ankle (yk which panel it is). They tried to ignore it but Damm they got pain in their heart because how SJW looked handsome and Kind. Sadly They know Cha Hae-In and SJW actual original couple and not to interfere canon event. They walked passing them. Gone home. Got crying themselves thinking why her and not them??? (Here we go Wattpad phrase about Y/n crying for Bad boy dating some woman and no this is not about it but mentally and simp is problem) After that crying... they slept, sjw somehow went into Reader's dream, met them, asked them who they are. Reader ignores and rants how he is idiot and shouldn't be with them but must together with Hae-In. But wtf sjw denied and wants to know more about Reader WTF WTF WTF????! Original SJW would chose to ignore it but (us) SIMPS... WANTS... THEM... SUFFER... FOR... CHARACTER... DEVELOPMENT !!!!! AND BAMB BAMB (No, it's not nsfw) ANGST GO RAHH BRRRR!!!! Idk next thing but I shared it on discord link .

Solo Leveling Brainrots

Fellow Jinwoo Simps I need your thoughts and opinion!! Also MASSIVE brainrot warning!!!

QUESTION: How do you think Jinwoo would react to his partner questioning his taste in lovers? (ie. Being interested in Reader themselves)

How id imagine the confession would go: Jinwoo, pre-awakening: I like you *holds bouquet of flowers Reader, confused: um! *looks around to see if he's talking to someone behind them before pointing at themselves confused*... me? Jinwoo: Yes, You. Reader, Shocked: oh! Um... I like you too... but *hesitates* are you sure? About me??

The feeling is mutual!!! It's just his lover doesn't have alot of confidence in themselves. Or any confidence into getting a romance with anyone, let alone Jinwoo!! Reader feels like they have ZERO RIZZ (reader has enough rizz to woo Jinwoo so...).

Like would he hype them up???? Mayhaps but in subtle ways though I'd imagine🤔🤔. You think he'd be extra affectionate when reader gets shy??? Would this differ pre and post awakening?? (I imagine Jinwoo and reader wouldn't want the relationship public due to safety since hes a hunter and all)

AND WHAT ABOUT HIS POST AWAKENING GLOWUP AND THE FANS!!! READERS ALREADY SHY BUT THE TABLOID EVENTUALLY CHIPS AT THE SLOWLY BUILT CONFIDENCE JINWOO HELPED BUILD.

OHMYGOSH WHAT ABOUT THE TABLOIDS WITH CHA HAE-IN???? WOULD HE GET WORRIED SINCE READER MIGHT GET INSECURE OR JUST KINDA SAD???

WHAT IF READER TELLS HIM THAT HE DESERVES BETTER, BELIVJNG THAT READWR DOESNT DESERVE HIS LOVE?? AAAA OUCHHHH.. I GUESS HE HAS TO STAY WITH READER AND REMIND THEM OF HIS UNWAVERING LOVE WITH CUDDLES AND QUALITY TIME DJBDBFIDN

(reader is Jinwoo's ride-or-die, the monarch of his heart and soul, the love reader gives him is like comfort of warm soup at the end of the day, the kind that soothes even the deepest of wounds. Reader's love is also a drug, one that he cant get enough of. If he loses reader, Jinwoo would go insane.)

AUDBUDBDIBD HOLY!!!! WOULD HE GET PISSED ABOUT IT AND ENDS UP GETTING CLINGY IF CRAZY SHIPPERS TRYING TO PUT READER IN DANGER IE. SENDING A MONSTER READER'S WAY BECAUSE OF THEM BEING A "THREAT" TO THEIR SHIP (HIM AND CHA HAE-IN)??? I MEAN LIKE GUIDE THE MONSTER SPECIFICALLY AWAY FROM THE DUNGEON TO READERS LOCATION TOO. (TO THE EXTENT THAT ITS CLEARLY FOUL PLAY)

LIKE THANK THE MONARCHS THAT READER HAD SHADOWS ASSIGNED AND MAYBE WAS DECENTLY RANKED AFTER AWAKENING BUT IT COULD HAVE ENDED AWFUL IF THE FATES WERENT ON READERS SIDE!!

WOULD HIS ARMY GET PROTECTIVE TOO?? IGRIS??? BERU??? LIKE HOW DARE THESE FOOLS HARM THEIR MONARCHS BELOVED?!?!?!? 😡😡EVEN WORSE IS IF READER WORMED THEIR WAY INTI THEIR HEARTS BY GENUINELY GETTING TO KNOW THEM SO ITS PERSONAL NOW TOO!!

Reader has to calm down not only a PISSED jinwoo but his Shadows too (mainly Jinwoo though)!! And maybe being the only reason Jinwoo hadn't gone on a rampage after everything setted. Was he bribed with a heated makout session and plenty of cuddles afterwards to temper his rage and soothe his anxiety, yes. Did it work??? Probably. If it did??That's none of our buisness.

Id imagie Cha Hae-in would feel bad™ if they found out about Jinwoo and reader (just assuming the two being best friends)?? Being like "oh shit someone, a civilian no less, almost died because of her fans" Even worse if later on she learns that they're together aaaaa

But like seriously, what a messed up reminder of the power S-Rank Hunter have on the media. Yes, they know about their celebrity status affecting what they can or can't do but like this??? A whole different level, because yes, people targeting other?? Awful? Yes, but its fine. Using a MONSTER FROM A DUNGEON to target a CIVILIAN?? This is a whole new level of messed up.

Would the other S-ranks and National-ranked hunters feel like kinda bad too once they hear about it??

what the fuck??? For the following reasons:

No one deserves that

Its a civilian going against fans that are most likely hunters, the very individuals hunters are ment to protect from monsters ever since the dungeons appeared

THE HUNTERS USED A HIGH RANKED MONSTER TO TARGET A CIVILIAN (the mutual enemy internationally)

this was all done because PEOPLE BEING ENTITLMENT OF THE RELATIONSHIPS OF THE S-RANK HUNTERS.

This is furthur solidified and makes the WHOLE DEBACHLE worse because only EXPERIENCED hunters would have the knowledge and experince to be able to lure a monster from a dungeon break to a specific location, especially if reader wasn't even near the dungeon in the first place.

(For anyone who's read this all the way, thanks for reading my silly thoughts!)

#sung jinwoo x reader #Solo leveling x reader #brainrots??#sung jin woo x reader #solo leveling sung jinwoo #reader #fanfic ideas #the brainrot is real #brainrot #sl brainrot #Sung Jinwoo

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alongtidesoflight · 6 years ago

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#vtm #ts4 #vampire: the masquerade #the sims 4 #oc: revaz #oc: joselyn #malkavian #n his ghoul #starting this year right by reviving........ even more old ocs

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devilwearsgreen · 2 years ago

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DP x DC Fic Idea

Not me spending an hour figuring out an age chart for a fic I will never write. And then another 5 writing down the whole concept…. Well for those who actually see it, enjoy this behemoth. More posts to follow under #Jay Gale’s brothers

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Stuff happens and Danny runs to Gotham to escape from the GIW. Standard Batfam crossover. The fact that it hides his presence means the hunters can't find him. It also means he can't leave. At least not yet. His original plan is to recoup (Maybe he's very injured) and eventually find a way to the ghost zone himself. (Wulf and Cujo also can't find him?) So he keeps his head down and gets by. Using his powers at the barest minimum.

A month or so into his stay, the fuckery that revives Jason happens. Danny can tell before it happens that something is about to go down, and with a little effort, can kind of tell the areas it affected. The first person he makes it to is Jason, and using intangibility, is able to pull him out of his grave in time.

Notice I said First person. I don't think that Jason was the only person resurrected at that time. He was just the only one with enough training to remain calm enough in horrible situations; and be able to take stock and dig himself out before he died again.

Danny can still feel the other areas, and knows he has to get to them fast, but he doesn't want to leave this panicking and injured kid by himself. (Jason looks younger than he is due to malnutrition from the streets) (Resurrection only heals death injuries enough for them to not die again right away, the worse the death…)

So as carefully and as quickly as he can, Danny carries Jay with him to the other cemetery. He manages to get to a pair of young twins just in time but… Angst Potential: Because he spent the time to calm down Jason and the twins, he wasn't able to get to the last resurrected before they died a second time. But he keeps this to himself so the others don't feel guilty about needing comfort. Maybe this eats him alive for years, the second chance that could have, but never happened. (The OC’s Here are optional, but they have grown on me, and the bonding Jay and Danny could have from raising 4year old twins is marvellous) (Though as a replacement for them, maybe it could be a de-aged Dani instead?)

He takes them back to the place he’d been staying at, and starts doing his best to take care of them. But I think it is cannon (?) that the Reso leaves them very disoriented and injured, especially Jason. He can't go to the hospital and he can't go to Frostbite yet, he does what he can but he's at a loss of what to do. Eventually he notices that the small amount of ectoplasm he emits seems to be helping, but is not near enough. So he goes to get more.

In this AU lets say that Gotham also has a Lazarus pit under the city. But it is not accessible by normal human means.

In Cannon Jason gets kidnapped by the League of Assassins, and tossed in their personal Lazarus Pit. And going by the headcannon: “Leagues pit is so extremely contaminated from humans taking dips in it it's Absolutely Septic and that's the reason Pit Rage happens”

Danny, who knows how to Not contaminate samples, and knows that submerging a fleshy human wholesale in it is Not A Good Idea Ever. Does Not Do That. But rather he slowly introduced them to enough of it for them to start healing, and while that does prevent pit rage and the worst consequences of becoming liminal; It does mean that it is slow going.

Now Danny is now the sole caretaker of these newly Not Deads who are essentially very sick and need lots of care, when he was barely supporting himself, maybe even before he's fully healed. Angst.

This also means that he can't in good conscience just leave them to go to the Zone, but who knows what would happen if he took them with him. So now he's stuck in Gotham for two reasons. (He becomes one of the sole reasons that the coffee shop on the corner is still in business)

When Jason heals enough for most of the brain fog to leave, he helps out Danny where he can, mostly watching the twins when Danny is out and making food. Anyways, blah blah bonding and raising kids and learning how to Live again ensue (Could be taken as shipping i guess, but i prefer brotherhood here) (No secret relation, as much as i love those, i just want these nerds to find comfort in each other for no other reason than being themselves)

I'm also going to say that Danny is 16 during these events, but thanks to his fathers genetics, he can easily pass as 18 or even 20, so he does.

Resurrection screws with memories, the only thing they can remember, at first, with any detail is their deaths. We could have Jason slowly piece who he was together one memory at a time, OR my favourite; Have him regain everything at once the first time he sees the brand new Robin. Cue angst at being replaced “so easily” (This is how Danny finds out) and refusing to tell Bruce he's back.

Danny’s totally down because of his mistrust of billionaires and also the now engrained “Holy Shit Is That The Bat If He Finds Out I Have Powers He’ll Kick Me Out, I Can't Leave The Safety Of Gotham!”

(Jason: Safety??? In Gotham?! What the hell are you on?!?) (This is how Jason finds out)

Despite being a lot less murdery in this AU, Jason still becomes the Red Hood. Mostly to protect and help his new family, but also because his hero instincts are not muddled by the pit rage. Maybe he sends severed hands to the police instead of heads?

The full mask and modulator mean the Batfam can't recognize him, and he's in no hurry to correct that. However, he also doesn't antagonise them. He has new brothers to protect, and he doesn't want to give the Batfam Incentive to find out about them.

But despite Jason's indifference (He doesn't care. He Doesn’t. He has Danny and the twins and an honestly shitty apartment that still feels like home. And who even cares if there's a New Robin? It's not like it matters to him! He doesn't care he swears) he still becomes sort of friends with the others.

There's a camaraderie between all Gotham vigilantes that's just a hazard of the job. (That purple girl also just won't leave him alone, but she's fun so it's okay.)

Although he does keep a distance from Dick and his replacement. He has a better big brother now, after all. But even Jason admits that having Nightwing as an ally is pretty useful. (Jason missed him so much). And he doesn't need to get closer to the replacement to know why he's such a better Robin, so why bother.

Time passes and they never do figure out who Jason is, though there are some close calls. (Tim has his suspicions but no proof) (He keeps it to himself for now) Most of them consider the Red Hood as an ally by now, except for Bruce, who's still a bit peeved he cant find anything on this guy. Surely they should have found at least one of his safe houses by now. (Danny cackles maniacally in the background)

And then Bruce gets pulled into the time stream, and is presumed dead.

I want to disclaim here that I know practically nothing about this DC plot line. Just that it took about a year for him to get out, and Tim was the only one that didn't believe he was dead. And that this Hush guy played the part of Bruce a few times (Although why convince Gotham that Brucie Wayne was still alive if you thought he was dead? Comic logic I guess.)

But for the purpose of this AU let's say it was caused by something similar to what caused The Resurrection. (which i also know nothing about. Something about superman?)

Danny, Being Danny, goes to check it out like he did last time. But instead of finding Re-Alived people, he also gets pulled into the time stream as well.

Maybe he meets up with Bruce, maybe he doesn't. But he's gone from Gotham now and isn't likely to return for a while. Or maybe he finds his own way out, but because he's no longer in Gotham, the GIW are able to find and capture him. Angst.

With Danny suddenly gone and no way to find him, and Bruce dead with no way to reconcile with him, Jason enters panic mode. “If Danny’s no longer in Gotham then can the hunters find him?? What if they already have him?!?”

The remaining Batfam members learn who Jason is, either because he lets too much slip, or he eventually flat out goes to them for help. There is a re-reunion that no one can really appreciate due to… Well. Everything.

Unfortunately Dick cant help him out much. With his new responsibilities both as Batman and as the new single parent Guardian of Damian. Tim spends his time looking for Bruce, Cass is off doing her own things, and Steph does offer to help, but there's not much they can do with little to no information.

Jason now has to decide if he wants to stay with the twins and hope Danny finds his own way back, or leave them with someone while he starts searching. He could leave them with Dick and Damian, or he could leave them with Roy.

This is about the point where my ideas get a lot less concrete and writable… but ~*Eventually*~ Everyone is reunited and can bond and grow as the Giant and Ridiculous family they were always destined to be :} Just as slightly more functioning people. (or at least Jason is)

I have many more ideas for this, but not a lot of them would fit in this concept post. So expect a separate post for those later.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #Danny Phantom #batman #jason todd #danny fenton #Jay Gale's brothers #this will be the longest thing ive ever posted #and the first post ive ever had to split into multiple parts #for whoever sees this #i hope you enjoy #and also write a fic about it #please please write a fic with this #i would read it so fast

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just-lexy · 3 years ago

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Mayblade 2022 - Day 11 Tattoo

I had a word file named Tattoo in my drive for years. I just quickly translated it into English (so sorry if it is not refined) because it would never see the light of day otherwise. And because I have been useless for this Mayblade lol

Characters: Kai Hiwatari, Yuriy Ivanov, Oksi (an OC of mine, a tattoo artist)

Notes: No ships, no context, it's from an old fic so it won't probably make any sense, Kai might be a bit out of character (a lot), hints at past drug use.

Kai pushed open the front door hearing the familiar sound of the doorbell announcing the arrival of a new customer.

The pungent smell of incense reached his nostrils and the hip-hop music resonating into the room filled his chest with warmth and nostalgia. The last time Kai had crossed that threshold was almost a year earlier, yet everything seemed to have remained unperturbed. The burgundy walls were covered with paintings containing photographs of tattoos and piercings, previous works, sketches, and drawings from which customers could take inspiration.

The door closed behind him and Kai didn’t have to wait long for the reaction of the boy who sat behind the counter and looked up from the magazine he was leafing through carelessly.

The welcoming sentence froze on his lips as soon as he recognized Kai.

Oksi was clearly trying to guess the reason for that visit, which could not have been a courtesy one, given how they had parted in their last conversation.

He shifted his gaze towards the shop window from where he could see Yuriy intent on lighting a cigarette and at the same time peeking not too covertly at what was going on inside the shop.

“Do you have a minute?” Kai raised his voice trying to sound firm. “I need to talk to you.”

“I have an appointment in ten”, Oksi replied with his characteristic calm and placid tone. It wasn’t a dismissal, after all, he was a born peacemaker, although his misleading appearance. From the back of his hands to the sleeves of his shirt he was completely covered in tattoos, which clearly continued under his clothes until they reappeared on his neck. Both earlobes bore dilators.

Kai finally reached the counter but kept his gaze down as he tried to force himself to remember why he was there and why he needed to talk to Oksi, how much he owed him.

“I wanted to apologize,” he began looking up at the man he had considered one of his greatest friends, before disappointing him irreparably. “And tell you that I am negative... I just wanted to let you know.”

Kai absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the edge of the counter but seeing no reaction from the tattoo artist he started turning away.

“You know what you did wasn't right, do you?” Oksi declared suddenly, forcing Kai to turn around. “I'm glad you're ok, but you put my clients, my colleagues, and myself at risk.”

“I know, I'm sorry, I needed to apologize to you anyway”.

Kai stared at him for a few more moments and then decided it was his cue to turn and walk back towards the door. He wondered what he had expected to happen, he felt disappointed to have been treated so coldly despite his good intentions, but then again he had made a mistake and could not count on people to unconditionally forgive him. Again.

“Are you clean?” Oksi's voice rose slightly, showing he was discomforted as well at ending the conversation like that.

They both felt the urgency to confront each other and not let that be their last interaction, the last shadow of the friendship that had united them in the past and that, perhaps, could be revived somehow. Was all really lost?

“Yes”, he answered simply.

“I heard what happened to…” The name remained in midair and for a second it seemed as if they were both holding their breaths. As if even that name now belonged to another world. “I'm sorry. Don't…”

Other words of comfort, anger, sadness, sorrow, and longing remained in that unspoken parallel dimension. He could have said anything and it wouldn't have helped much anyway, everything could have been right and wrong at the same time.

Kai waited for the other to fill his silence with what he thought was appropriate. Nothing really was, so nothing came out.

“Thank you”, Kai found himself saying.

They remained in that limbo between a farewell and a reconciliation, waiting for something to make the gears turn again, to put them back in place.

“How's your phoenix?”

Here they were.

The tension in their facial muscles eased with the knowledge that they had found what would have brought them back to familiar territory. The shadow of a smile crossed them both and the serenity glimpsed again in their eyes.

“How you left her” Kai replied relieved, his hand automatically reaching for his abdomen where, under his clothes, the ink of a tail was engraved on his skin. A tail that was connected to an unfinished body and unfinished wings.

“Should we finish her?” Oksi asked him in a complicit tone, serving on a silver platter a request for peace, a sort of pact between them. They would have started to see each other again and complete the project that had been going on for two years.

Kai’s relief didn’t last long. He was still the one in error, he was the one who needed to do the right thing.

“Oksi, I have no money for…”

“You will pay me when you can,” he replied without letting him finish. “It hunts me knowing I haven't finished that damn phoenix yet.”

Kai sensed his way of easing the burden he felt on his shoulders, relieving him of the fact that, once again, he would have to work for free. He mentally noted to himself that he would absolutely repay Oksi as soon as he had the chance and forgave himself as he had to seize that opportunity, that hand extended to his rescue.

“I can write to you when I have a free slot”.

“You have to text Yuriy, though,” Kai said, pointing at the redhead who had just finished his cigarette outside and was now waiting with his hands in his pockets. He had stopped to glance their way by now.

“No problem,” Oksi replied without commenting further, while Kai headed for the door and asked Yuriy to come in. The doorbell ringed again and Yuriy exchanged numbers with Oksi, his gaze wondering silently what the hell was going on.

“We have to finish that phoenix,” Oksi stated, his grin widening while he exchanged a complicit look with Kai.

And Yuriy understood what turn this little reunion had taken and how Kai’s gaze was no longer dull and passive. It was the one he would have expected in reaction to the test's negativity, a sign that inside that slimmed and tried body still lurked the Kai he had grown up with, who would rise again despite all adversities.

#mayblade 2022 #beyblade #kai hiwatari #I think it's the first time I publish a OC in english #well I let this thing fly

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raspberry-arev · 4 years ago

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After the Flood (a.k.a. bicci fic)

Hello friends! Some of you may remember that back in... er, who knows, I was writing a Bicci Proposal Fanfic. However, school and lack of motivation got in the way, and essentially, I forgot it existed. Until now. It's done, it's ready, it's here for you to read in whole! (I posted half of it before, but I can't find the thing.)

Characters: Jimmy Kaga-Ricci, Lister Bird, Rowan Omondi, OC (Abby Omondi), Angel Rahimi

Themes: older Ark, marriage proposal, coming out, grand gestures, The Ark Revival Tour, and peak Bicci romance (hopefully)

TWs: mentions of recovery from addiction, anxiety, food

Word count: 9k

JIMMY

It’s often impossible to pinpoint what exactly set off an event – or perhaps multiple – that changed your life as you knew it.

That was not Jimmy’s case, however. He remembered that Barbecue Saturday very well.

This time, it was Rowan and his spouse Abby who hosted. The two couples took turns and Jimmy was oh so grateful for it; the idea of managing Lister’s chaotic culinary experiments more than twice in one summer filled him with dread.

On Saturday morning, Jimmy and Lister packed up and drove all the way to the suburbs of London where Rowan and Abby lived. The sun was bright, everything gleamed buttery yellow, and Jimmy managed to talk Abby into letting him set the table and carry in all the food instead of her, which was quite an accomplishment. She was about as stubborn as her husband.

They rarely invited more than three extra people though. Being in the public eye in your formative years made you appreciate small gatherings of trustworthy people. And one of those proved to be Angel. Or, you know, Feresteh, but her nickname really stuck with them. From that time Jimmy nearly quit the band and Lister impaled himself and almost drowned in mud… yeah, call that a wild youth.

Over ten years later, they were hardly the same people.

After they decided to quit being The Ark for their own wellbeing and safety, Rowan kept his place in the music industry as a songwriter, producer and a solo artist. He went with the name Le Monde, a play on his surname as well as French for “the world”. It suited him. He was the world, never small, never just one thing.

Lister stopped being involved in music after a few collabs. While he was figuring out what to do next, he took a few modelling jobs, acted in music videos and got a small part in a sitcom. Jimmy used that time to get a college degree, but found he just wouldn’t be able to get the usual “college experience” he yearned for, and only got his diploma after doing classes long-distance.

Jimmy and Lister also got together. After many failed attempts at courtship and pretending being friends with benefits was enough… they got together. To Jimmy, it felt like it was inevitable; they have acted like partners long before it was official, they just needed to clean up their own messes before they could be a couple. It wouldn’t have felt right back then, but it did now.

Rowan was already at the grill preparing meat and wrapping camembert in shiny aluminium foil when Angel marched in, tall, elegant, beaming. Jimmy loved to see her again. Each time, she seemed a little more confident, more expressive, more… just more. She really did find her calling in the music industry, just as much as he found his tucked away in rural England with his boyfriend.

Yet, he was to be “tucked away” no longer.

At a certain point, their group fell momentarily silent; everyone was chewing their meal and soaking in the sun. Then Angel said, in an unfamiliar, cautious tone: “You see, I was talking to a couple of people…”

Rowan exchanged a quick look with Jimmy. “Go on,” he said.

“It’s gonna be ten years since you guys disbanded, you know.”

“I know,” Jimmy echoed.

“So. I was thinking. Hear me out, even if you think it’s bollocks…” Angel shot them a look, and then made a motion with her hand as if she was presenting them with something. “Have you ever thought of doing a revival concert?”

As Rowan did a theatrical “errrm”, Jimmy saw straight through his best friend’s bullshit: the two of them rehearsed this conversation. He knew Ro for most of his life, who did he think he was fooling?

His mind offered the answer quickly: Abby, perhaps. He wants to see how she would react, doesn’t he? Rowan would love to do a revival show like that, no doubt, but he valued his wife’s opinion too much to make a decision without her.

He felt movement on his left, and looked Lister in the eyes.

“Well,” said Lister, looking at him. “Wow, okay,” said Jimmy. Both were considering.

Angel swiftly picked up, “Just wanted to run this idea by you. Not because it’s me who would love to see you play once more – I mean, of course I would – but it’s expected to have an amazing turn-out.”

“Obviously, they’re The Ark,” Abby commented matter-of-factly.

“You’re right, Abby. So, guys? How are we feeling about this?”

It was bizzare. Normally, Jimmy would have expected to say he wasn’t at all interested – the boyband life was not for him anymore, tough luck – but recently, he felt a strong sense of nostalgia surge through him as the ten year mark got closer. He found himself reaching for his old guitar way more often, strumming at it, looking for something between the strings he could not reach.

Maybe he could do it just once.

What eventually came out of his mouth was… “I haven’t sung like that for a long time though.”

“You sing to me,” Lister contradicted him, his fingers intertwining with his. “All the time.”

Jimmy felt his face get hotter. “That’s hardly… Are you thousands of people?” He turned to Angel. “How many are we talking, anyway?”

She smiled a kind smile. “I don’t know, Jimmy, that depends on whether you three are up to it or not.”

Rowan cleared his throat. “Personally speaking, I think I wouldn’t mind, as long as we are just doing it once, and not trying for a comeback. I wouldn’t go there.”

“Same,” Lister nodded. “I love you guys, but I’m fine the way things are.”

“Right,” said Rowan firmly. “But… just this once, I mean, why not? We could use some extra money.” With this, he gently let his palm rest on Abby’s belly that swelled under her summer dress like a balloon. (Jimmy fought the urge to aww at them.)

Abby immediately assured him they were more than fine financially, but Rowan barely listened, clearly waiting for his former bandmates to say something. Jimmy felt Lister looking at him, unwavering. So he turned to him and asked, “What do you think? Cool or not?”

“I’m waiting for you to say.”

“Why?”

“Don’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”

“You shouldn’t… Just say what your opinion is!”

“You express your opinion,” Lister retorted, pretending to square his shoulders as a threat. Jimmy lovingly nudged him, and to stop being annoying to the remaining three people at the table, he shrugged, “It doesn’t sound so bad. One concert. I mean, we are still friends after all this time, so why not?”

“In that case, I would love to be the centre of attention again!” Lister exclaimed and gave Jimmy a boyish grin. “The crowd was deprived of my looks for too long.”

“Buddy, you were the drummer,” Rowan said. “Bold of you to assume anyone even looked at you with me and Jimmy jumping at the front.”

Jimmy snorted with laughter, but Lister was quick to defend himself. “Google all Lister Bird slash Reader fanfic and then we can talk about who got noticed, buddy.”

“Oi, you’re not even properly revived yet, stop fighting!” Angel called out, but laughter started bubbling from every direction before she even finished the sentence.

They had a proper business meeting about it in two weeks. And then another and another. When they announced the first date, the sales went through the roof. Jimmy had to get off of social media because the internet exploded with their names and faces. But he sort of found it a bit sweet, that so many people stuck around for them, like old friends that he never had the chance to talk to. One concert became three and then five, which was, honestly, more like a small tour at that point. Jimmy fought to call it After the Flood and won.

LISTER

“You really shouldn’t do that, you know. This bitch is hard to get rid of.”

Rowan tried to hide a small cough and put out his cigarette on the metal window sill next to him. “Hey,” he greeted Lister. “Didn’t expect you to come out here.”

“Yeah.” Lister found it hard to hang around smokers, and unfortunately, he met quite the number of them while they were in the process of rehearsing. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“What’s up?”

“Can we walk, like, over there? So… nobody can hear us through the door?”

Rowan eyed him suspiciously, but he followed him to the railing on the edge of the roof. There, he turned to him, seeming to fight himself.

“I’m really looking for a less shitty way to ask this,” he admitted eventually. “But… What have you done now, Lister?”

Lister felt a sort of numbed cramp seize his stomach for a second. It took a lot not to let anger overcome him. They were well over thirty, how the hell was Rowan still treating him like a fuck up? But no. This was more important than old grudges.

“Nothing! As of yet,” he assured his bandmate.

“Okay…?”

“Right. So. Erm. Nobody is here, right? Fine. I had this idea… you know, Jimmy and I have been together for a long time and I obviously care about him a lot, I always have, you kind of know that…”

“Yes, go on,” he pushed on gently.

“Fuck it. I want to fucking propose!”

A giant weight fell off his shoulders when he spoke those words aloud. It was like coming out all over again, god.

Rowan’s eyes twinkled. “Oooh,” he almost whispered, “and you need my help with that? I’m your man, tell me the plan!”

“There is none right now.”

“Oh, okay. I can still help if you want.”

This was another part Lister dreaded discussing.

“I… okay, so, I was thinking of… doing it on stage?”

His friend’s face changed rapidly.

Lister’s dream of a grand proposal to the love of his life in brilliant stage lights and the roars of the audience faded away. “That’s a no? That’s a no. Shit, forget it then.” He felt sick.

“Lister, I’m absolutely positive you mean well,” Rowan started. “But Jimmy would-“

Speak of the devil.

The door opened and out of it peaked Jimmy’s unshaven face. “Oh! There you both are.”

Rowan froze for a second. Lister was ready to improvise. “Alright, so how about I come by yours after practice and you transfer the files to me?” He smiled, but impaled Rowan with a meaningful look.

Fortunately, he caught on. “Oh yeah, yeah, that could work.”

“What files?” Jimmy inquired as he joined them, oblivious.

“Rowan has some of our old drafts still saved. I was thinking of squeezing in a drum solo somewhere, maybe with spoken word over it?”

“Sounds cool,” Jimmy smiled at him and slightly brushed the back of his hand with Lister’s. “Anyway, Dick the Sound Guy wants us all in there immediately.”

“Stop calling him that or I’ll have a Freudian slip at some point,” Lister laughed and guided Jimmy back into the building. Him and Rowan managed to exchange a subtle nod over the shorter man’s head.

JIMMY

As they were packing up that day, Jimmy tried incredibly hard to catch Rowan alone. Just like the old times when he needed to discuss something personal. And yet again, it involved Lister. Jimmy felt young and stupid again, but not really in a good way.

Finally, he managed to stop him while he was putting away the equipment. Lister was meanwhile in the office of their temporary new manager. “Ro, I need advice!” he whispered to his best friend.

“What about?”

“It’s Lister.”

“Oh dear Jesus, I’m having flashbacks.”

“Don’t be a dick, it’s important.”

“Okay then, tell me.”

“It kind of involves you too. Just… tell me if it’s a good idea.”

“Go on!”

“I want to, uh… I want to tell people Lister and I are a couple…” He took a breath. “Which means I would be coming out as gay as well, probably. I know that’s, like, a huge pile of drama, so if you don’t want me to complicate the tour, just say it, it’s honestly kind of irresponsible when I’m thinking about it now…”

“Jimbob. Easy.” Rowan waited for a second for Jimmy to wind down, leaning on a stack of five chairs, and then asked, “Are you really sure about it? Do you want people to know?”

Jimmy felt his thoughts humming in his head. He forced himself to say exactly how he felt.

“I know it’s gonna sound super dramatic, but I don’t want to die not saying it,” he explained slowly. “It became really important to me… I don’t know when. But it did. Talking about this part of me, too. I’m just worried about what Lister might say.”

“So I take it that you didn’t discuss this?”

“No way. I don’t even know how to start!” Jimmy exploded in loud whispering. “I should have talked to him a long time ago, but I just didn’t have the balls.”

“I get that, but… just bring it up. Like, theoretically. What if. I think he’s going to support you through it.”

“How could he?”

“What are you even saying at this point?

“You think he would like people sticking their nose in our personal business? I feel like it’s so unfair to him and his privacy… And I feel terrible about still wanting to do it… even though it’s inconsiderate. It’s all a fucking mess.”

“Okay, okay.” Rowan massaged his nose. He looked like he was trying incredibly hard not to snap at Jimmy and be at least somewhat encouraging. “Look, no spoilers, but I am going to say this. Lister absolutely will notbe mad and he will want to talk about the two of you if you give him the chance. That is all.”

“Wait, what? Ro, did he tell you something?”

“I am not talking!”

“Is that how you treat your best friend in a life crisis?!”

“You’re putting me in a life crisis, don’t you dare play the pity card! I swear, the two of you are a nightmare.”

“Rowan! Come back!”

LISTER

His visit to Rowan’s place was very brief, but it was enough for him to understand Rowan’s concerns. Eventually.

Lister explained that it didn’t feel appropriate for him to just whip out a ring in a restaurant: Jimmy was his love, his dream boy, as cliché as it sounded, and he wanted to do something that would measure up to all he was feeling. Which was… well, a whole lot. Like a “get down on one knee in front of thousands of people” lot.

And yet.

“It’s all great, and I’m sure there are people in the world that would love it, but we are talking about Jimmy.”

“Come on. I know, he’s private about… well, everything, but…”

“That, yes,” Rowan pointed at him while holding a can of coke, “but don’t you think this proposal on stage would be an anxiety-inducing situation? Because to me, that sounds like a lot of pressure and nerves.”

“He hasn’t had attacks since we moved and he went on those meds.”

“That doesn’t really –“

“Matter. Yeah. Yeah, I get your point, mate, he would die of shock. And everybody watching him. Fuck, I’m stupid.”

“No, you’re not,” Rowan grinned. “The two of you are just different… in some aspects. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Will I? Lister asked himself as he was driving back to the hotel that Jimmy and him were staying at for the time being. This was the only thing I came up with, like, ever.

When he swept his key card over the sensor and the door to their suite opened, he was greeted by the smell of dinner. He took a look into their little kitchen and found his boyfriend sitting at the table with his laptop. He didn’t notice him for a second, so Lister came up behind him and hugged him tightly.

Jimmy yelped.

“Where’s the food?!” Lister shook him a little, imitating Batman.

“Your hands are so cold!” Jimmy protested, but there was a trace of laughter in his voice. “On the stove, you bully!”

Lister almost flew over there, looking under the lid on the pot.

“Pasta,” Jimmy shrugged. “I needed my comfort food, so that’s that for you.” Lister smiled and thanked him, because yes, he was starving. Pasta was Jimmy’s go-to meal to cook, as it was quick to make and he was a pasta-sauce prodigy.

While his dinner was heating up in the microwave, Jimmy made small-talk about the supposed unused lyrics Rowan and him exchanged. Lister found it hard to lie to him, so he just turned to playful teasing, telling Jimmy to stop sniffing around, he’ll hear it when the time comes.

“Oh come on,” Jimmy huffed. “I’m just asking! And it’s my show, too. Spill it.”

“Sorry. Totally gonna steal your spotlight.”

“Lister, just tell me what it is.”

“A song.”

“What song?”

“A song that you have to wait for.”

“Babe, what song?!”

Lister took him by the waist and pulled him against his body. “Are you trying to ‘babe’ me into telling you right now? Is that what’s happening? Right in front of my pasta?” He went in for a kiss, and Jimmy tried to murmur something against his lips… but then he gave up. They leaned into each other and kept kissing until Lister pulled away to open the microwave. He got himself a fork and went to sit down after the long day, but Jimmy stayed there, right next to the sink. Looking a bit like he was going to hurl.

Before Lister could ask if he’s okay, Jimmy sat down on the other chair with a determined look on his face.

“There is something I need to discuss!” he blurted out.

Lister cautiously dropped the fork back into the bowl. “Okay…? And it’s something to do with me, yeah?”

“Yep. A lot to do with you.” He was visibly nervous. He clasped his hands together, as if Lister would have not noticed. “I… I was thinking about this one thing, and I need your opinion about it.”

“Cool. Go for it.”

“It’s about our relationship.”

“Are you aware you sound very sinister right now?”

He wildly shook his hands as if he wanted to dry them off. “Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he apologized in a strained voice. Then he cleared his throat, sharply lifted his eyes towards Lister’s and exclaimed, “I would like to reveal that we’re together.”

Lister felt everything about his face go lax in shock. He opened his eyes round and wide, his mouth followed, and Jimmy looked like he would faint.

“I, er. I just. I thought about it and I think it’s a decent idea and – please say something, Lister, before I get a fucking heart attack right now.”

It must have been so hard for him to speak up. Lister thought of his proposal plans and felt his mouth slowly form a smile. “I think it’s… brilliant! Yes, I would really like to do that!”

“Wait, really?”

“This is – I didn’t think you would want to, when did you change your mind?”

Jimmy shrugged, grinning in a sheepish way that made him look much younger. And cuter. “I thought I just… wanted to be open about this part of my life. Figured it’s time to say we are together. But if you, like, don’t feel like it, then…”

Lister beamed. “I feel like it. If you do, I do, trust me.” He walked around the table and lifted Jimmy into a hug. He laughed, relieved.

This was when it dawned on Lister… it was not such an easy matter. Exciting, yes, but it would gather all kinds of attention. He leaned onto the table, grabbed his dinner and him and Jimmy started talking about the situation it would put them in. If both are truly okay with it, how much would they reveal, when is the best time to do it. They kept talking through the bathroom door and while they were changing into pajamas in their bedroom.

As they were laying down and Lister gestured Jimmy to crawl into his arms, they became quieter. “You know why I also want to say it?” Jimmy mumbled, lying on the soft linen with one eye open.

“I’m all ears.”

“If I have to see one more article about which model or actress you’re screwing, I’m gonna lose the remaining marbles that I have.” Lister started chuckling as Jimmy awkwardly added, “Which is, admittedly, not many. Most have been lost in my youth.”

“Oh no,” Lister laughed and turned Jimmy’s face upwards to his. “So this just in: my boyfriend is possessive. Fancy that.”

“I’m not, it’s… I am… Oh, you hated Jowan, stop being smug.”

“I know I did, we both know. But jealous Jimmy? That’s a rare sight.”

“It’s just super uncomfortable. It’s all women, as well.”

“Heteronormativity is a bitch,” Lister nodded. He snuggled closer and let out a breath, “Don’t worry though. I am exclusively your problem.”

Jimmy kissed him, smiling. Lister felt lightheaded. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Jimmy’s. He loved this – he loved how much he felt for him after so long they have been together. It never ceased or faded away… because it was Jimmy.

Lister was pretty sure he would love him until his last day on Earth.

It was time to start looking for a ring.

JIMMY

Not much later, they had a team meeting scheduled with all the important people at their recording company that were involved with their tour. Jimmy and Lister announced their intention to come out during the tour, and with Rowan’s full support, it wasn’t too hard to win the producers over. Jimmy had anticipated the PR people would deem it overly risky to their image, but they were fairly chill. As Rowan had put it, “As if anything about The Ark was ever about pandering to conservatives.”

They agreed that their demographic is absolutely different, and before they knew it, they were being ignored while people were exchanging speculations about how it all could help them promote the tour.

“If they do it on, like, the second show…”

“…we could sell some extra tickets after… another wave…”

“…that would probably be a good time to release a single, something related to…”

Jimmy felt something in his chest sink. This is why they left. These people took something good, something from their hearts and souls, and wanted to turn it into money. Some part of him understood, that’s how business works, but mostly, he just felt really sad for them.

“Oi!” Lister exploded over the chatter. “Sorry, but we are still here, and – Could you maybe not act like this coming out is a marketing tactic?!”

The room went briefly silent.

Jimmy squeezed his hand under the table to say a silent thanks. Then he choked out, “That’s not why we’re doing it!”

Their producer looked at them over the top of her reading glasses.

“Of course it’s not, love,” she cooed. “But to say it bluntly, I think you need all the help you can get.”

After many weeks and many briefings, they had agreed on making the announcement on the third show. Right in the middle of tour. Everybody was nervous, expectant, but there was this air of hopefulness when Jimmy and Lister ended up alone together. The glimmer in his partner’s eye when their eyes met promised something… no, it was not living absolutely openly, they still wanted privacy. But it felt like they were sealing something.

This was not an easy coming out.

But they were in for it. Together.

LISTER

“Just so I know,” Rowan said as Lister was trying to take off his Doc Martens with all his might, “what did you tell Jimmy this time?”

“We’re still working on music.”

“We should really make something then, before you go. I am not gonna lie to my childhood best friend, y’know.”

Finally, the boot came off, and Lister got off the little cabinet in Rowan’s hall. Abby was already making tea, and when she saw him walk by the kitchen door, she just nodded at him. Lister smirked at her; she loved pretending to still be mad at him for taking Rowan to a strip club on his stag night. (Or was it dancing on the table at the wedding reception? Anyhow.)

Rowan sat him down in the lounge and started the conversation with: “So. The big reveal is getting closer. How are we feeling?”

“I – great, good. I’m fine, and Jimmy seems to be fine, so yeah, we’re fine.”

“But I assume that’s not what you need help with?”

“You assume right. I will need you to bear with me, though.”

“That sounds interesting,” Rowan retorted and flashed a smile at Abby who was bringing them two steaming mugs of earl gray. “And when I say interesting I mean impending doom, why thank you, Abby!”

“No problem.” She slowly leaned over, careful not to lose balance with her belly, and kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll be off for my swimming class then. You two behave, will you.”

As she was making her way to the hall, Lister jokingly remarked, “No goodbye kiss for me?”

She stopped in the middle of the room and exchanged a glance with Rowan. Rowan, stirring his tea with a teaspoon, said, “Please don’t kill him, I need him for the concert.”

“Come on, you guys, I was fully kidding. Goodbye, Abby,” he waved to her with a bright smile. “Enjoy your swimming stuff!”

“Thank you, will do.” She disappeared.

“Just a question!” he called after her. She came back with an eyeroll. “Is it, like, harder to swim when you are pregnant? Like, I don’t mean to insult you or anything, I’m just genuinely wondering.”

She, too, put aside her snarky façade for a second. “Actually, I go there because it’s relieving. The water makes you float, so the weight of the baby is taken off my back and legs for a little while.”

“Oh! That’s clever.”

“Thank you. The more you know, am I right?”

“You know what I was just thinking of?”

“Yeah? I really have to go.”

“When you’re swimming, you’re a human submarine for the baby.”

It seemed to take Abby a minute to realize what he was saying. Very slowly, she brought her palm to her forehead.

Rowan then didn’t make it much better by adding, “Since when does a submarine have water inside? That would defeat the purpose.”

Lister thought about it and then gasped. “So… right now, you are a reverse human submarine!”

Abby looked at them both, clearly lost for words. “I’ll just go…” She closed the lounge door behind her.

After a good ten minutes of Rowan half laughing and half chastising Lister for saying the things he says, Lister threw his hands up in the air and claimed they seem to have “traded their sense of humour for a marriage certificate” two years ago.

Rowan immediately followed: “Speaking of marriage, any updates on that? You and…?”

“Well, my friend, that is precisely what we need to talk about today.”

“Okay. The meeting is officially in session, go.”

“First: am I the only one that was really surprised by Jimmy wanting to make us public? Because I really didn’t expect that at all.”

“Yeah, I guess he’s still full of surprises, huh?”

“That he is. However, Ro, I was thinking, and I still want to do a proposal. No – let me finish, it’s not that straightforward. I spent a lot of time talking to Jimmy about what he wants and how he sees the future, and you were super right in saying that I should never put him on the spot like that. Being so exposed to the public when we were kids messed with us in a big way, all of us.”

Rowan snapped his fingers in agreement.

“The idea is… It would be a proposal before a proposal. Like… I don’t know, announcing that I have the intention of proposing to him soon. And asking him if he is okay with that, you know? If he’s okay with the idea of saying yes. That way,” Lister gesticulated with his hands, “he’s not forced right there to say yes, the eventual real proposal can be sort of expected, which would calm him down a bit, but still a surprise, because when is it going to happen? I’m not saying.”

Rowan stared at him for about three seconds. “That was… a whole thing, buddy.”

“Thoughts?”

“I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. Wait. You want to do a proposal before the actual proposal.”

“Yes.”

“On stage. At the same time you are announcing that the two of you are together?”

“No! I mean, I don’t think so. I thought like, more at the end, maybe.”

“Proposal before a proposal…”

“It’s clever, if you think about it.”

“To me, it just seems very extra, Lister. Which I know is your trademark, but –”

“No, but listen. I want to propose to Jimmy. He wouldn’t survive a big flashy proposal, but I still want to make it a big deal, because it is. Ergo, I announce that I want to spend the rest of my stupid little life with him and ask him if it is okay to propose to him one day, likely soon.”

Rowan’ expression changed. “That does make sense,” he said. “For the two of you, especially.”

“Okay then: dear dad, do I have your blessing?”

“Never call me that again. But yes.”

“You are the closest to being a father out of all of us.”

“That is not what it sounds like and you know it.”

JIMMY

The first show was an explosion of feeling and memories. Nauseous with anxiety, burdened with expectation and weak in the knees, Jimmy ran into his first appearance on the stage the same way he would run into the middle of the highway. The lights and screams and colours almost blew him to pieces and then glued him back together. His first words addressed to the crowd and the earth-shattering screams that came in answer woke something in him, a force of nature. The gig was rather small compared to those they ended on ten years ago, but the crowd loved them to pieces and oh, he felt so alive.

The second show was slightly bigger, yes, and their fans didn’t disappoint. Plenty of pride flags were chucked at him, and he waved them and gave them to his mates and it made him even more excited about what him and Lister were going to do the next time round. These people stayed with them for so long, this sea of faces that looked toward him… for many of them, he would be the representation they need, again.

He remembered being a young trans boy, questioning if there is a life, a future, for him. Where were all the queer adults? The trans adults? How could he imagine adult life if he had never seen someone like him live it?

There he was, now. Adult. Gay. Transgender. A lot of time, he still knew very little about what he was doing, but he had a boyfriend who knew equally little, and together, they might be just what some queer kid in the crowd yearns to see.

LISTER

It was D-Day. Christ and Mary, it was, and they were going to say it. Finally. The staff have been informed, the security has been strengthened, they did everything so that some fan wouldn’t try and knock them the fuck out…, but he was still incredibly nervous. Minutes before the show, among all the rush and flourish, he caught Jimmy and pulled him to the side, apologizing to a couple of sound guys securing some cables on the ground.

“How are you doing?” he blurted out.

“I’ll die, but maybe in a good way. You?”

“Same. Or I’ll throw up, in a bad way.”

“Wait really?”

“No, I’m sick, but not the vomiting kind.”

“Anxiety! Welcome to the club!” Jimmy shouted as he was being ushered away under the stage so he could come up on a platform.

More pushing, more ushering, and he stood next to Rowan.

Their intro – a dramatic organ solo as light flashed through the artificial fog like sunbeams – was rumbling all around them. The crowd was losing their minds. He didn’t know how, but he still heard Rowan whisper:

“Lister, promise me you won’t do the other thing today!”

“Told you I won’t, stop being patronizing!” he snapped back, but then it was their time, and they were on a stage, coming up from behind Jimmy, each on every side, acting astonished as they supposedly came down from Noah’s Ark onto new land.

Listed dared to put his hand on Jimmy’s shoulder as they did so.

The show was on.

Here we go.

JIMMY

During the concert, he used every opportunity to interact with the audience that he had. It felt a bit manipulative at first – he wanted them to be up for a bit of talking, eventually – but then the feeling of guilt faded away. However complicated his relationship with the fans used to be, these people were the fans. They stayed loyal to them, they kept their music in their hearts, and came to this revival gig…

It would be okay, okay, okay.

When the last accords of the last song whizzed away into the night and he was thanking the crowd that stomped and cheered and waved signs in hope of an encore… he stopped at the front of the stage. Rowan strummed a few last cords on the guitar and fell silent.

He wished he had somewhere to sit down. His legs were shaking.

But he was not afraid. Not really.

“Now, you guys, these shows are very special for us. Because every single one of you, as we’re standing here and looking at each other, you have been waiting for so long…” His voice was drowned out by cheers. “For so long, you have not forgotten us, you came to our shows, you have been amazingly supportive, and I want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart!” He shouted the last few words as the sea of faces roared in joy.

When they calmed down again, he continued. “And because you are the ones that stuck with us… because of that, I would like to say a few things to you.

If you know about the days of my youth…” Pause as people laughed and shouted affirmations at him. “…you would probably remember that I was presumed to be in a relationship with a person that is standing on the stage with me, right now.”

It was good that only a few people cheered. But it made him sick to the stomach, still.

“Okay, no,” Rowan came in, and people applauded, and he pointed at them with a not-so-fake scolding look, “no, no, don’t you woo at me, young lady. This is so utterly not a thing! Jimmy has never left the friendzone!”

“Same here,” Jimmy laughed and patted Rowan across the back, maybe a little too hard, overcompensating. “Did you all, like, miss that Rowan came out as straight all those years ago?”

People were laughing. Nobody really cared, they just found it funny. Rowan claimed he was leaving it to Jimmy before “the PR team has me taken out”, and retreated a few steps, leaving Jimmy to face the crowd again.

Deep breaths, he told himself.

“What I wanted to say was that there was one thing that those people back then got right.” Breathe in, breathe out. “I am gay.”

Two seconds of silence and then an absolute thunderstorm of an applause. A rainbow pride flag landed at his feet and Jimmy took it, with meek laughter, and put it around his shoulders. He heard Rowan cheer and clap too, and for what felt like years, he couldn’t get a word in. He wished the whole world could be like this.

“I – gosh, thank you all, I’m not sure whether it was a surprise,” he finally managed to say, his voice breaking a little from surprise, “but yeah. I am a trans, gay man…” The hall exploded with joyous noise. “…and it’s not all that there is to me, but I’m here. And queer. Hello.”

He thought he was going to pass out. He had a clever segway prepared, but he couldn’t remember a word of it. This was the moment. He wanted to say it, but at the same time… How could he? It was so hard, why do things have to be so hard?

“The other… the second thing,” he said, gripping the pride flag. “It is that… wow, it’s hard. It’s that I am…” He felt himself turn around, and like a lost child call: “Lister?”

Lister climbed out from behind the drum set instantly. Nobody cheered, there were only confused whispers. Jimmy looked at him, asking for help without words, and he knew, as he always did. Jimmy found a place to look, above the crowd, beyond everything, as Lister stepped in and slowly took his hand.

“The second thing is that we are together,” Lister said, his voice steady.

And the crowd lost it.

There were people wailing in happy tears. Screaming at the top of their lungs. A dissonance of chanting their names, all at a different rhythm, before Rowan ran up to them and hugged them and spurred the crowd on, and they stood there wrapped in a pride flag, and Jimmy was kind of crying and leaning on Lister, and it was another half an hour of a pure mess, before they really left the stage with their ears buzzing and eyes wide.

Jimmy and Lister tumbled into a corner somewhere, and Jimmy had happy tears streaming down his cheeks and they were kissing and holding each other and shaking.

“Oh, I’m such a mess,” Jimmy laughed as he was smearing tears and foundation on his sleeve.

“And I love you so much,” Lister blurted out in a moment of raw honesty.

“Me too,” Jimmy took one of his hands and kissed the palm. “I love you so fucking much it’s unreal sometimes.”

LISTER

This was, hands down, the most jittery Lister got before a show. Ever.

Currently, he found himself sat at an old sofa in the dressing room, hands clasped and both legs involuntarily jumping up and down. Was it annoying? Likely. But he had to let his knees jump in such a vigorous way because if he hadn’t, his teeth might start clattering.

He hated that he couldn’t just be pumped and excited. He had to feel this unsettling, buzzing mess of an emotion. Anxiety, as Jimmy informed him. This is what it’s like for an anxious person, he said… except make it all the time and often for no real reason.

Lister shook his head a little.

His reason, too, was basically nothing. He knew. As if Jimmy would actually reject him or something…

Or would he?

Maybe he could? Oh God, maybe he could…

“Hey! You’re actually scaring me, what’s up with you?!”

Lister blinked in confusion. He saw Jimmy as he was making his way over. A half scolding, half worried look decorated his face.

He lowered his voice when he added: “The last time I saw you like this was when you had withdrawal symptoms. You can tell me if that’s what it is.”

“It’s not that. I’m fine,” Lister insisted. Crap, he was panicking too hard to actually come up with anything convincing. Come on, Bird, focus… He’s onto you…

“Actually,” Rowan’s voice travelled to them from the corner, “I just think we had weird coffee.”

“What? But you’re fine.”

“Yeah, well,” Rowan continued to make up a story, “we both got one, but I didn’t like the taste, it was too strong. Lister felt bad for throwing them out so he finished both of them, didn’t you?”

“Ye-Yes,” he finally caught on. Had to admit, Ro was impressive at this. Lister started to believe what their friend used to say: that he can lie very well, he just chooses not to. “I didn’t want to waste it. The coffee.”

“Lister,” Jimmy grunted in disbelief, hands on his hips. “That was a brilliant idea, you walnut! Look at yourself, you’re gonna be sick now!”

“I’m not.”

“You look it.”

“I’m just…” He rubbed his clammy hands together. “I’m just anxious I guess.”

“Well, no shit. Why do you think I avoid caffeine?” Jimmy sighed and dropped into a squat in front of Lister. He took Lister’s hands in his. “Seriously, are you okay? You’re not gonna have a heart attack, are you?”

“No, babe. I’m alright.” The last thing he wanted was for his boyfriend to be anxious too.

He looked down at Jimmy. The realization dawned on him, as he noticed that his partner dropped onto one of his knees to be more comfortable; very soon, the roles will be reversed. It will be Lister down on one knee, only Jimmy would be standing up in that case…

Okay.

Wow.

This is what true internal screaming felt like.

“You need water, as in now,” Jimmy decided and jumped up. “I’ll need you to drink at least three glasses before we start, that should help.”

He rushed out of the room to get hands on some water. Rowan and Lister looked at each other, the pretence gone.

“Alright?” Rowan nodded.

“I’m fucking choking, dude,” Lister replied.

It almost looked as if his friend was going to give him advice, or maybe say something generic and calming… but instead, Rowan let out a small laugh. Lister’s lips started twisting without him giving the command.

And then the two collapsed laughing. The pressure of this being the very last show and the knowledge of what Lister was about to do at the end of it were just the right recipe for hysterics.

Jimmy didn’t bother to ask twice what the joke was, as long as they promised they weren’t laughing at him.

-----------------------------------

As the concert was coming to an end and the crowd was cheering and chanting for an encore, Rowan seized the opportunity and called: “Alright, friends, we would like to indulge you in a little experiment! Can you join me at the front, Lister?”

Lister got out from behind the drum set and jogged to meet the rest of the group. Jimmy smiled, but his eyes studied both of them suspiciously. “What is this?”

Lister lazily raised his arms with the palms of his hands towards the crowd. “I have to admit, we kind of didn’t tell Jimmy what this is about. Sorry, my guy.” People laughed. Rowan signalled someone backstage, as Lister added: “But just so you don’t feel left out, you can have this triangle.” A nervous assistant handed Jimmy the instrument and ran off again.

Everybody was jeering and whistling, but there was an air of anticipation in the air.

“Oh wow, that’s generous of you,” Jimmy grimaced.

“I know, right? Anyhow.” Lister took a step forward, trying to calm himself. He could do this. He had acting jobs, he could absolutely pull this off.

He was Lister freaking Bird! He was the fan favourite!

“Dear audience, allow me to tell you a tale,” he addressed the crowd in his best narrator voice. A couple of screams rose from the crowd, but everyone else was listening intently. Behind him, Rowan started strumming a little melody on his guitar – one they created especially as a backdrop to Lister’s talk.

“I know this is a little unusual,” Lister admitted to the sea of people, “I know that you’re used to stories coming to you via this man’s voice,” he pointed at Jimmy, “and this man’s lyrics.” Rowan. “I know that I am just a simple drummer in this arrangement. But today, I will do the voice and the words. Because, well… Talking all the time is the one thing I am actually good at.”

That made the crowd laugh. Good. Great.

“But now, on with the story!” he exclaimed and made a motion with his hands as if he was showing them a canvas.

“Picture this. We are all fifteen, stuffed into a tiny studio in London,” he smiled, as if nostalgic. His voice flowed out of him in a steady melody, like the hum of a river. “We all had that awkward long hair phase – yes, I see some true veterans in the audience today. Good,” he smiled at a couple of girls in the front who seemed to know exactly which haircuts he meant. He raised his hands again. “I am sitting outside the recording room, behind the glass. On the other side, there’s Jimmy. I can see him clearly, I hope you can too,” he said, keeping his dreamy smile. “The giant black hoodie. The fringe almost hiding his eyes. Jimmy waits for the cue, bouncing up and down,” he chuckled as he swayed up and down on his toes, “and then starts singing the interlude in our first album. It’s only about two lines that we need to record, but I remember wishing it lasted longer. Obviously. Because his voice is amazing.”

The audience started yelling and swooning at once. Lister was honestly more okay looking at them than if he had to look at Jimmy and see what his reaction is.

Now, here comes the real cliché.

“But then,” he paused with real embarrassment in his voice, “then he looked up from under his hair… at me, with those big brown eyes… and asked me, if he was okay.”

Breathe in, and:

“My friends, that was the moment I have fallen for Jimmy Kaga-Ricci.”

A roar of screams started rising from the audience, when Rowan strummed dramatically on the guitar, as if something tragic had happened. Lister shot a look at Jimmy and found him laughing. Surprised, but amused.

Thank fuck. I’ve never told him that before.

On the outside, he theatrically turned to Rowan and scolded him: “I was just getting sentimental here?”

Rowan shrugged and strummed a more positive jingle. Everyone laughed and clapped. Lister was starting to enjoy this, actually. He sighed and walked forward onto a prolonged platform where Jimmy was usually stood on.

“Well, maybe my trusty assistant was right with the sound effects,” he admitted jovially. “Because my crush absolutely did not like me back for years. Hey, but that’s not to throw shade at the guy,” he added quickly to prevent any pitiful reaction that would make Jimmy feel bad. “Because you have to consider that I was and still am a bloody mess of a person.” That amused the listeners. Lister turned round, as he exclaimed. “I am the creator of problems, the maker of terrible decisions. We can all agree that Jimmy is a lovely lad…” He had to pause for the overwhelming reaction in support of that statement. “Yes, he is, but inflicting my teenage self upon him, that would just not be right.”

Jimmy suddenly clanked the metal stick against the triangle in an absolute cacophony to draw attention to himself. “Excuse me,” he called to Lister, “could you stop insulting yourself? I would enjoy that.”

A girl somewhere below them screamed as if she was getting murdered. They exchanged a quick glance, as if to say a little yikes, but then Lister laughed it off.

“Sorry, sorry,” he continued. “Through it all, Jimmy was always here for me. He was one of my first real friends. He was understanding when I needed it most, and ready to kick my ass when I needed it most.” He smiled at his boyfriend and hoped his voice is not shaking. “Look at you, Jimmy! I’m being embarrassing in front of hundreds of people and you still haven’t walked off stage.”

Jimmy laughed and lightly hit the triangle. He was ever the professional, but his eyes glimmered in curiosity. Expectation.

Lister kept looking at him. Rowan was strumming a slightly different melody now, and if Lister did say so himself, the atmosphere was fucking perfect.

“What I want to say is…, I feel that we were together before we got together. We were always partners. A great team. Maybe you wouldn’t think the same,” he admitted to Jimmy, “but a girl can dream. Oh! A rhyme!” He exclaimed to a symphony of awwws and ooohs. People were laughing again, clapping here and there. “That will be the only time!” Lister made a face of feigned shock. “Or not? Wow, I’m unpredictable!”

“You’re hot,” Jimmy rhymed with unexpected confidence.

The crowd was screaming their heads off at this interaction. Even Lister was a little flustered. He came back to his bandmates and gestured toward Jimmy, who was still smirking a little. “And he can improv, what’s not to like, honestly!”

Now, there came the challenge. Lister took a deep breath and prayed to all deities that were listening for this to come off as more sweet than cringy.

His voice fell into a different rhythm. One he kept studying every possible minute from any good slam poetry or original poem reading he could find online.

“But now, if our audience permits,” he put one hand on his chest, turning directly to Jimmy, “I would like to address you. Because, dear Jimmy, although I love each face in the crowd, my friends, my family, those that are both… I can state loud and proud that the biggest part of my heart goes to you.” He grinned sheepishly at Jimmy’s stunned expression, when he added: “If not all of it.”

“I can only guess what goes on in that mind, whether you think this is suspicious or kind… I can’t know these things. But there is one thing I do know. That no matter how much we grow, what we lose and what we gain, through all the smiles and all the pain, I will love you. It’s as big and as small as this. And today was an opportunity I couldn’t miss. So, nobody panic, stay in your seats. It’s not what it looks like.”

He got down on one knee in front of his boyfriend.

Jimmy gasped in sync with the audience: “Lister!” He backed away.

“Oh no, mister, don’t panic,” Lister retorted. That managed to amuse Jimmy a little – that he would know this would be the reaction. The audience was still going absolutely wild. Another pride flag just about missed Lister’s left ear.

“As I said, it’s not what it looks like. And I’m sick of rhyming by now, so…” He reached for Jimmy’s hand. Pulled it down to his by the triangle and encouragingly pressed a thumb into his palm. “I wanted to tell you – in a way that means something – that I don’t see myself living my life with anyone but you. So I have a question. Can you imagine me proposing in the near future?”

Jimmy looked like he suddenly couldn’t speak any human language. The only thing that came from his open lips was: “Huh?”

He was trying not to panic. To explain it well. Better than he had to Rowan.

“I would like to start talking about marriage. With you. I’m asking your permission to… go pick out a ring, perhaps. And propose to you. One day.”

“You want to…” He was trying so hard to make sense of this situation. Lister could almost hear the wheels in his brain clanking and whirring. After a second, Jimmy blurted out about the last thing Lister expected. “You really want to marry me?”

He had to laugh. That sounded so bizarre! You have the wrong number, I don’t think you want to marry me, of all people. As if.

Covering Jimmy’s hand with both of his own, he answered: “Who else, Jimmy?”

As there was no instant reply, Lister felt the audience grow impatient.

This was the time to smooth things out. Make it amusing.

“Okay, I don’t want to stress you out. You can just think about it,” he ensured his partner. But I just wanted to let you know my, er, intentions.” Wow, great choice of words, Bird. But was there any better? He decided to make fun of himself a little when he sarcastically added: “Because this is the regency era, apparently.”

People were losing it. However, Lister was only looking at Jimmy now… and realized that the eyes of his boyfriend were welling up with tears as he looked down. Were they happy or sad tears? Shit.

“Oh…” Lister managed to say, when Jimmy dropped the triangle on the floor with a thud and shakily took Lister’s face into his soft palms.

His voice was trembling with emotion, as he answered:

“Allister Bird, I would love to marry you. I don’t think you even need to propose again.”

Before Lister could even register what he meant, Jimmy leaned down and gently pressed a kiss at his forehead. This was probably as close to kissing in public as Jimmy would ever allow.

Lister finally realized. He realized.

At the same time, Jimmy dropped down and Lister shot up. They embraced each other tightly, a mess of crumpled clothes and limbs and teary laughing, and Lister almost lifted Jimmy off the ground as he was happy-crying into the shorter man’s shoulder.

They heard Rowan screaming at the top of his lungs: “HE SAID YES, PEOPLE!” His voice was drowned out by the massive storm of excited screams that wouldn’t seize for good twenty minutes after.

But Lister and Jimmy didn’t really pay attention.

Paradoxically, although everyone could see them – and everyone would see them, as the news probably already travelled through the internet at the speed of light – it felt like this moment was theirs alone.

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Todoroki Family Ties (Part 8)

Characters: Enji Todoroki, Stepmom!OC!Ivy (Ivy is black btw), Child!Shoto Todoroki, Teen!Touya Todoroki, Preteen!Fuyumi, Child!Natsuo

Warnings: mention of abuse, sexual themes

After the short conversation over the phone, Enji came back inside and explained everything to Ivy after sending the boys to bed. “So, I’m taking Shoto and Touya with me to pick them up from their grandparents’ house. If you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stay here. I want Fuyumi and Natsuo to have a little more warm up time with their brothers before they meet you.” In three days, Enji’s other two children, his second and third born, were to be put back into Enji’s custody. He was filled with excitement and missed them so much but he kept his stoic expression while talking about it.

Two years ago, Enji’s ex-wife, and mother to his four children, Rei, was admitted to a mental hospital for assaulting Shoto. Of course this was kept under wraps from the press but those closest to the family knew what happened while the outside world assumed she was murdered. Ivy herself wasn’t made aware of the situation until recently either. It made the number two hero look bad and gave him a terrible rep. Everyone was scared to look his way and lots of people wanted him fired from the position of hero, but their simple opinions weren’t enough to budge the idea.

Rei’s parents were horrified by the real news and saw how people were reacting to the situation. It influenced them to ask Enji to give up custody to them for the time being until they saw Enji fit to be a father again. He loved them dearly and that’s why he didn’t fight on the decision. Touya and Shoto would need training for their abilities but Fuyumi and Natsuo would be better off with the ice side of the family. On the upside, the boys got to see them when they visited every other weekend.

Enji was allowed to see them too but in a more supervised visitation way before he had to leave. Every time he had to go, the little “Bye, dad.” from Fuyumi as she hugged him tight broke his heart. She’d often shed a few tears about it but Natsuo wasn’t as vocal about how he felt. He’d only give half hugs and keep his head down the whole time. But when that car turned and went in the opposite direction of the house, he never stopped watching it. Even after it was out of view. No matter what feelings he showed, on the inside, he wished he was in the car with him. It’s not that his grandparents were bad in any way, they were great! He just hated the way they talked about him behind his back. When they thought Natsuo wasn’t listening. But he always heard it. And it always made his mouth taste bitter and his head hurt. Sure his dad messed up, but he was still just that. His dad. Soon, lost time would be made up for, and he and Fuyumi were over the moon about it.

Three days passed by quicker than expected. Two more children would enter the four person household Ivy was used to and nervous was an understatement for how she was feeling. Enji had already left with Touya and Shoto and for the time being, Ivy was alone. She spent the entire morning preparing for Natsuo and Fuyumi’s arrival. There were treats set out in the living room and in their own rooms, generous gift baskets filled with more treats and some trinkets she hoped they would enjoy. Even a nicely decorated banner up that read ‘Welcome Home!!’ in big letters.

Now she just anxiously sat on the couch. Waiting. Imagining how they would react to this new woman in their lives. Wondering if they’d even like her. To be honest, if they wanted her to leave, she would. Their family already needed to heal, it’s not fair that this random person just showed up and joined in and they’ve never even met her before. What if they hated her? Oh god. She’d fall apart. “Fuck. Now I’m more anxious than I was at first.” Not that it was a spoken rule, but something about your new step kids seeing you having a panic attack for their first impression that didn’t seem right to Ivy. So a few deep breaths, and she was able to stop one before it started. Until the panic was revived when the door started to open. She scrambled to her feet and picked up a plate of snacks from the table. ‘Here we go.’

“Ivy, we’re home!” Enji opened the door and Shoto and Touya entered first. She wondered if the other kids came until she saw two more small beings behind Enji. First, a beautiful young girl with glasses. Hair white and eyes grey like Rei’s with small bits of red for decoration. She held on to Enji’s hand while he closed the door. Another kid appeared next to her. A boy. A bit taller than her. Though he was younger, he inherited Enji’s height genetics. For a ten year old, he was as big as Touya, maybe even an inch taller than his fifteen year old brother. Then again, apparently Touya took a while to have his growth spurt. The tall boy’s hair was white like Touya and his sister’s, three little stripes of red on each side just above his ears.

Ivy immediately wore a smile as warm as the sun. “Welcome home, guys! I’m Ivy, nice to meet you!” The two just looked at each other and then their dad, who nodded towards her. Their gaze went to her but they still didn’t respond. Ivy just stood there, frozen, too scared to move. Touya took the opportunity to take the cookies out of her hand and head to his room, Shoto gorged on all the other snacks and Enji reprimanded him to not spoil his dinner. “I-I’m sorry,” Ivy got down on her knees, “I guess I’m a little obnoxious. So much for a first impression, huh?” Her head rested in her hands. Maybe she could just turn invisible so they wouldn’t see her blazing embarrassment.

During her internal breakdown, a small hand rested on her shoulder. Ivy looked up, the 2nd oldest standing in front of her and giving her a small smile, her brother not far behind. “Hello. I’m Fuyumi. This is my brother, Natsuo. Or just Natsu for short. Nice to meet you.” After Fuyumi’s introduction, Natsuo stepped forward and smiled down at Ivy. “Hiya, stepmom!” He glanced and pointed at the table where his little brother was enjoying himself. “Is all this for us? For reals?” She nodded, a huge grin on her face. “Heck yeah, dude. I ain’t no evil stepmom. I’m fun and spoil my step-babies.” Shoto stuffed another treat into his face before giving a thumbs up. “It’s true! She’s really nice and sweet. You’re gonna love her. I know I do!” Natsuo took a second and hugged Ivy before running to join his baby brother.

Fuyumi stayed, kneeling in front of Ivy. “So.... you love our dad? Is he nice to you?” Obviously, Fuyumi was smart. There was no need to be dishonest. She knew how her father was, what he did, and know she was asking if he was the same as he used to be. “Well.... he’s had to work on his attitude and how he expresses himself. But he’s definitely gotten a lot better from when we were first together. He wants to be a better man for his family and atone for his actions. He’s really winning my forgiveness everyday.”

Ivy turned to look at Enji who had taken a seat on the couch and was watching the boys indulge. There was a content smile on his face. Seeing their happiness gave him some of his own. It was definitely a nice change from the dejected faces of the past. “Fuyumi,” Ivy continued. “You don’t have to forgive your father if you don’t want to. But if you ever find yourself wanting to, and you have questions, or really questions about anything ever, you can talk to me. I want to be here for you and your brothers as much as I can. I know what it’s like to have a conflicting childhood. I wasn’t surrounded by love like you have been, but that doesn’t lessen the significance of anything you guys have been through compared to my situation. I want us to be a family and I hope I can grow on you in good time.” Fuyumi hesitated before hugging her new stepmother. “I already know you will.” Ivy embraced the hug. The rush of oxytocin was so satisfying.

“Please excuse me.” Fuyumi rose and went to sit next to her father who grinned when she joined them. This was his second chance. He already missed a few years with her and Natsuo and he couldn’t bare to miss anymore. Enji honestly felt like he needed them probably as much as they felt like they needed him. The moment he found out he could get them back he had developed a certain glow. That was the look of a man who got his babies back, and eventually, they’d have to really sit down and talk about why they had to go in the first place. As for now, they just needed to enjoy each other’s company.

At dinner, Ivy got to learn even more about her new family members. Like how Fuyumi wants to be a culinary genius one day. And how one of Natsuo’s favorite moments was when a puppy approached him on the street when he was having a bad day and made him feel so much better. Ivy hung to every word they spoke, it was all just so interesting. It got to the point where every time Natsuo thought of something new to tell, he’d interrupt his sister which Enji had to try and prevent a couple times. Though he was excited that they were already intrigued by Ivy, there was still an order of manners that needed to be abided by.

Even at bedtime, they still had so much to say, but Ivy had to ask them to wait and tell her tomorrow. They groaned but listened to her and went to bed. “They are so amazing, Enji.” Ivy smiled up at the big guy next to her, a sparkle in her eyes. “They seem to really like you. I’m glad tonight was such a success.” He pulled her into his lap and kissed her. “I know. I’m so happy, too. They’re really great kids and I wanna be the best stepmama that I can be for them. So much has happened to those sweet babies and I wanna make sure they smile from now on.” While she was talking, Enji spread little kisses on her cheeks and neck.

Ivy was quietly enjoying it, falling into a trance, but shuffled when she felt his heavy paw dragging up her thigh. “Enji-” “You’re such a great stepmother, Ivy.” He whispered into her ear while nuzzling her neck, gently nipping at the skin. “Have you ever thought about becoming just a regular mother?” She could barely hear him over the blood that started to flow around ears from how hot she was getting. “Yes. Why? Are you offering to make me one?” They worked together to move her legs so that she was straddling his waist. “If you think you’re ready for it....” His hands breached the hem of the shorts she was sleeping in, there was an ease of access since she didn’t usually sleep in underwear. The feeling of his strong digits doing nothing other than simply working her most sensitive areas made her head fall back. “I would love.... to put a baby in you, honey.” In the midst of the sudden heat rising in the room, the sounds of sloppy kisses and horny giggles began to transpire.

“Oh, Enji!~”

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