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twsted-kinks · 2 years ago

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TWST Dick and Pussy Headcanons (NSFW)

>minors and ageless dni<

Content warning: Descriptions of genitals. Includes terms dick, cock, cunt, pussy. May include kinky stuff idk yet but bdsm and piss is always possible. Also some serious monster fucking this time.

Parts: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia & Ignihyde, Pomefiore, Diasomnia (here)

Note: I have some headcanons for fae in TWST in general to do with sex and gender. Basically, I think fae can change physical aspects of themselves including sexual organs, and that'll come up in these headcanons. That along with some more... monstrous forms.

Malleus

Malleus has a lot of choice when it comes to his genitals and uses glamor to look less intimidating. But, he doesn't really prefer the feeling of the glamor that much, so he keeps most of his body under the clothes his natural self. So, if you removed his pants he would basically looks like a barbie with scales. No matter what parts, dick or pussy, he has a vertical slit where his genitals are that only opens when he's aroused.

Dick

Size queens rejoice. Being reptilian, yes, Malleus has two dicks, and they're both big, roughly a foot long (30 cm) and come out of his slit when aroused. Malleus's balls are held behind the slit as well, and, when aroused, drop out of the slit. His balls are big and plump, each ball being able to fill your mouth. His cocks don't have a human cock shape and are instead a bit more stream line. You don't see and boundary between the tip and the shaft. The thin tip just gets girthier until about 2/3 down the shaft where the girth gets just a bit thinner until you get to the knot. (I know knots aren't a reptilian thing but my headcanon I get to control the dicks) Malleus's knots are also a bit different too. While most knots for beastmen have two nodes(?), Malleus has four. When he cums, all four of Malleus's knots swell and it almost feels like the girth of his cocks more than doubles. You're gonna need a healing potion after than, and, if you take both of his cocks at once, you're not gonna be able to walk for days, even with the healing. (And for those piss lovers: yes he pees out of both dicks)

Pussy

Malleus's cunt and clits (both roughly 3 1/2 in (9 cm) long) are beautiful. Malleus doesn't have classic pubes. Instead of hair he has a happy trail of black scales that run down to his fupa. His genitals are still behind a closed slit and he has to get aroused for his cunt and clits to be revealed. Yes, he has two clits, and yes, these clits have knots too. His clits are a good size and fit in your mouth nicely. If you have one clit in your mouth and Malleus cums, his knot in your mouth won't get stuck. But, if you have both clits in your mouth and Malleus cums, his clits with knot your mouth and you will get stuck there.

Full Dragon

At first Malleus doesn't want to be intimate because his dragon form is massive, but, with your begging, he eventually gives in.

Dick

The anatomy of Malleus's dicks and balls are the same, but they are MASSIVE in his dragon form. Each cock is almost 3 ft long (90 cm) (so there is no penetration happening) and each of his balls is bigger than your head. He refuses to do anything with penetration (you receiving), but he's more than happy with you humping his cocks and using your hands to try and jerk him off. You penetrating him on the other hand, he's all for that.

Pussy

Again, anatomy wise it's basically the same as his more humanoid form but bigger. His clits tho are actually a manageable size and you can probably do some penetration with them. His vagina is deep and you'll have to put almost all of your arm in there if you want to touch his cervix.

Lilia

Both :) (usually)

Lilia usually has both a penis and a vagina, and I honestly am not 100% sure how things work (but I wanna stop sitting on this). His penis is roughly where his clit would be. The thing I'm unsure about is if his balls are internal or external (he probably switches it up) idk. Lilia can change the size, look, etc of his parts, but usually keeps stuff small and out of the way in his everyday life, but, during sex, he can change his bits to whatever. He can make his dick a clit and have it be any size he wants, double up his dick/clit or even triple it, can give himself a knot or a flared head, etc etc. Lilia can change a lot of things about his physical form which includes pubes as well, but Lilia likes having a full bush (and yes there are the pink stripes). He does have the bits he was born with, but he keeps those for his more inhumanoid form.

Full bat form

Lilia has a big monster bat fae form that basically your classic werewolf but make it vampire bat instead. Again, he has both parts but, when not aroused, the only things you can see are his sheath/slit (idk how to describe it) and balls. When aroused, his long and thin corkscrew penis (roughly 13 inches (33 cm) at its default state his and 18 inches (46 cm) when fully extended. Also Lilia's penis is also kinda prehensile so he can move his penis around kinda like a tentacle but less dexterous) works its way out of his sheath/slit which also opens up a bit and reveals his vagina. Lilia's vagina is pretty deep with you having to use all of your forearm to touch his cervix. With him being fae, he has a lot of stamina and cums A LOT. He can go for hours, so you're gonna be downing potions if you even want a chance to keep up with him. Another thing about his dick is that it's actually thin enough and flexible enough that it can reach places inside of you easily. With anal, his dick can mold to your body and wiggle/feel around, and, with vaginal, his tip if thin enough to work its way past your cervix and fill up your womb.

Silver

(Sidenote: I hc Silver as trans, but he doesn't know he's trans because fae culture is very loose with gender. Also Lilia didn't know humans can't change their body as easily as fae until he found books on human puberty and human sex ed books.)

Pussy

Silver has a very masculine pussy and looks like he's been on T when... well he kinda was but its more like magical hrt. Anyway, Silver has a very clean pussy that he keeps natural and his clit is roughly 2 1/2 inches (a bit over 6 cm). Silver doesn't really think of being penetrated a lot (he doesn't really think about sex a lot I kinda see him as demi maybe ace), but when he does he usually just thinks about pleasing you because pleasing you pleases him. But, his clit, oh your touching his clit drives him wild. He still puts your pleasure over his but suck his clit and he melts and can't do much else other than moan and grab you. He will gladly peg you if you want, but you'll have to ask him. If you want to penetrate him, he is hesitant but willing to try. He can enjoy it but can only cum from clitoral stimulation.

Dick

Silver has a pretty dick that roughly 5 inches (13 cm) that curves a bit to the side and has balls that dangle a bit low. Again, his pubes are clean and uncut. Silver doesn't care much about being penetrated again, but he also doesn't care too much about penetratng you. Your mouth, your hole, your hand, doesn't matter. As long as you're touching him and his cock, you're driving him wild.

Sebek

(Sidenote: another reason Silver doesn't realize he's trans is cause Sebek is technically trans but it's just normal for fae so there isn't a word for cis or trans.)

Pussy

While Sebek is trans and can change his bits to a dick, he prefers having a masculine cunt. His clit is roughly 2 inches (5 cm) and his pubes are thick, well cleaned, and trimmed regularly. Sebek is also a full on sub who wants you to found the fuck out of him yet also deny him. He is so into you punishing him that he'll come to you with weird excuses for you to punish, which often includes you getting free reign to do whatever you want with him while not letting him cum. And please, PLEASE, slap his cunt, bite his clit, stretch his holes with multiple toys. He'll scream "Thank you, sir/ma'am/master/etc!" either way.

Dick

Sebek doesn't prefer having a dick in everyday life, but he'll change to a dick for sex sometimes, especially if you want to spank it. Sebek's cock is roughly 4 1/2 inches (a bit under 12 cm) with perky plump balls. Please use a riding crop on his cock and balls. Sebek loves cbt and will that you every time you hit/slap/bite/etc him there. Again, he loves when you abuse his hole too. And abuse his prostate, he'll cum so fast.

#twst smut #twst writings #twst x reader #twst thots #twst malleus #twst lilia #twst silver #twst sebek #twst Malleus smut #twst lilia smut #twst silver smut #twst Sebek smut

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tac-bat · 2 years ago

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RAAAA I COME WITH SKY OC’S!!!! These were drawn awhile ago but the next two images are new!

Oh yeah and Lev is dead HEJJEVDJD

Some backstory:

Lev and Inara (green overalls) work on a animal shelter owned by Inara, who mainly takes in mantas. They lived in pre-war wasteland lonnng ago, like a little before and during when Valley was starting to be developed. (That long ago) Lev died when Valley was a moderately large “town” yet nothing like the city we see in present game.

Inara is Lev’s mentor and found as their Levs bio parent parent died early from an illness when Lev was little. (lamo rip) Inara also sees Lev as their own found family kid having being close to their parent, and thus being around Lev because of it.

They both love their jobs, love looking after the animals and making rescues. Lev also has a manta named Cleft, as the manta is missing one of their tail fins. They have a prosthetic for their missing fin like how toothless does from HTTYD .

When darkstone first came out they had complex feelings about it. And when light was drained from mantas for it they disliked it more. Inara hated it, and Lev has complex feelings because they see how much it’s improved their society, yet also jfc they’re hurting mantas for fucks sake.

Oh and when Inara they eventually died, they became great friends with Flight Guide as they still went down to the kingdom to check on their ranch and all, and they clicked well for their shared values on light creatures and darkstone. (will update Inara in their spirit form as they died decades after Lev did)

Age wise, Lev when they died would’ve be late 20’s, and Inara in mid 50’s. Still unsure of exact age to make them both tho

That’s all I got night-night

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky: cotl #skyblr #sky: children of the light #tac art #sky cotl fanart #sky cotl oc #sky spirits #sky cotl spirit

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kankuroplease · 1 month ago

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We will learn more about Minorí's children and their relationship with their cousins (I love your designs ❤️❤️).

Sure! Under the cut as it’s a little lengthy

Ryusei 🐲

As the eldest, he’s a very good example for his sisters in terms of being a hard worker and studying

He tends to hang out and train with the older guys in the Uchiha and anbu, as such he’s pretty mature

Calm and mindful of others too, but he will lose his calmness if someone is being deliberately obtuse 💀

But he is the only boy in his immediate family and several home salons and sets of rainbow nails later, he’s learned to tell them no

Most of the time he still ends up with some odd nail colors thanks to Erena

He’s always looked up to Itachi and trained hard to try and remain only a few steps behind him

So it was natural for him to aim for becoming an anbu memeber too after Itachi’s acceptance

When he was scouted, he was beyond ready or so he thought, no regrets tho

He’s not one to brag, but the boy is very talented despite having a bit of imposter syndrome going on

His mask is of a serow

Fairly popular with the ladies for his appearance, but too much attention made him blush uncontrollably when he was young

Despite pressure to awaken his Mangekyō Sharingan, he truly doesn’t want to but he also knows that that isn’t fully up to him

He doesn’t like bugs. It’s embarrassing and he can manage in the moment, but he’s dying a little inside when one lands on him

Oddly ticklish around the beauty marks on his neck and can’t help but jump a bit when someone pokes there

He was given on of Sumi’s hair pins as the eldest born. He’s unsure of what he wants to do with it; but he knows some of his relatives use them for special occasions or wedding gifts for their spouses

He’s debated giving his to one of his sisters, but neither has shown interest in having it

Likes sweets in general

But cakes and mochi are high on his favorite sweets list

Utsuki 🌙

A very confident yet mild mannered girl off the training grounds. A total beast in action and bubbly when she’s enthusiastic about something

She’s a bit taller than most of the girls her age and she doesn’t think anything of adding to it with heels on occasion

Growing up, she heard about how great her grandfather and great grandfather were in battles she could even imagine

How her grandmother and great grandmother defied the odds and rose to the occasion. Earning the respect the deserved

Even her civilian lineage over came language barriers and traveled to a whole new country, surviving and thriving

She’s descendant from greatness and she’s not about to let them down. So she trains practically nonstop and even has put emphasis on taijutsu as she heard that’s something even the great Madara was vulnerable to

She keeps her hair short for practicality reasons, but she would like to grow her hair out eventually

Can not be trusted in a kitchen. She adds spice to everything and has caused the entire family to have a coughing fit because of some curry she made

She struggles a bit with the more academic stuff, but she’s learned to turn things she should remember into songs

She alternates between a sword and a nagatana as her weapons of choice

Often chills with Tenten because they share common interests, but also because she trains with team Gai from time to time

Her ninneko is the great great granddaughter of a certain ninneko thst terrorized her grandmother and great uncles

She was so excited for a female hokage that she asked for a picture with lady tsunade shortly after she became hokage

She dresses in her grandmother’s ao dai outfits for her casual wear because she likes how the fit/the coverage

She drops in at the police station to bring her dad and uncle their lunches when her mom and aunt are off on vacation together

Mostly because she knows those two would work a full schedule without eating, but also because there’s some cute criminals sometimes omg don’t tell her dad she said that 😂

Doubles as a bodyguard and light hearted bully to Sasuke

No she will not tell you where her cousin is or will she keep it a secret that you were hiding in a bush to watch him. Talk to him yourself and don’t be weird about it, okay 😃

“But Sasuke, it’s that your bf/gf? You should be nicer to them” or “look at you, acting all tough and stuff”

Itachi substitutes as her personal vent journal because he listens without judgement. She’ll make him dango after particularly long winded vent sessions as an apology

He’s not hesitant to give her a push in the right direction much like his father does for her, and she’s grateful for that

Erena ✌️

The baby~ A mama’s girl~

She’s such an opinionated young lady

She loves all things feminine. It’s to the point she absolutely hates the Uchiha blue garbs because they’re “lackluster”, but clans rep, y’know 🥲

So she’s taken to wearing red hair bows to try and have some individualism in the sea of blue

Utsuki tries to help her with her bows, but she prefers either Itachi or Sasuke to do them for two reasons

Firstly, they do them better than Utsuki, their mother, and aunt

Secondly, the girls her age get very envious that she has kind attractive older cousins and fuss over her hair bows like she’s a celebrity

She started signing her name as Erena Ise at the academy after Udon “proposed”

She dropped an earring and he picked it up for her while just so happening to be on one knee. Bam, proposal. According to her

Her parents think it’s funny, she doesn’t. She’s so serious, that’s her man! They even solve math equations together and no one gets him like she does 🤧

Iruka sensei doesn’t get it either and tells her that she’s too young. But what does an old guy that’s never been married himself know about relationships?

Outside of her ongoing puppy love, she’s actually a brilliant student and they’re pretty sure she has a photographic memory even before unlocking her sharingan

She’s had the option of graduating for the academy for some time, but she’s stated she doesn’t feel she’s ready ~~she wants to stay with team Konohamaru~~

When it comes to her cousins, Sasuke is her favorite because he catches her runaway cat all the time, helps fix her bows when she asks, covers her ears when they standing too close to the fireworks

and even when he tells her to run along/he doesn’t have time for her, he’s just cool, okay?

She wishes she was more like him sometimes (she knows she shouldn’t say everything she’s thinking all the time, but it just happens)

A big bonus of clinging to her big cousin is that his pink haired team mate sometimes has cute stuff to give her, Naruto is weird, and Kakashi sensei is funny (she also thinks he’s related to them. He’s not, she just thinks he is)

When it comes to Itachi, she thinks he’s awesome, but he set the bar so high for everyone and that’s not fair 🥲

He did introduce her to Shisui who is a lot of fun with his tricks and will actually pick her up when she asks unlike her siblings and cousins 😒 so Itachi gets a pass

#ask #kpz naruto founder au #kpz firestorm 🔥#naruto ocs #OC: Utsuki Uchiha #OC: Ryusei Uchiha #OC: Erena Uchiha

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tojiscrack · 2 months ago

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saying this annyoumous bcus like saying I actually rlly like... kamo is scaryy AND I DONT WANNA BETRAY MEGUMI😖😖😖😖 I LOVEE MEGUMII DOTN GET ME WRONGG but likeeeee kamo is just so cute

like him trying to join the school committee (I think that's what's it's called I forgo😭) is just so cutee and im reallyy exicted to see more of them during their tutoring sessions😖💓 but I just KNOWWW I'm gonna be so sad when yk it doesn't work out between them eventually even though im still rooting for megumi😭

ALSO LIKE YN THINKS THAT KAMO LIKES TSUMIKI??? SO IM SCARED CUS LIKE DURING THE SESSION SHE ACKNOWLEDGED THAT BUT WAS STILL KINDA ODD TOWARSS HIM YK

idkkk😭 I'm excited for the next chapter, tho! take careee🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧

GIRL DON’T BE SCARED NO ONE IS GONNA ATTACK YOU FOR THINKING THAT 😟💜

i like to think that the differing views everyone has are just that, differing views. and we’re all a small family (growing day by day — thanks for 400 followers btw!!! 🥳) so no attacking-each-other-because-of-opinions pls 😀

i feel like a mother hen even tho a lot of you are older than me but idc 🙂‍↕️💜

it was the vibe i wanted to go for, like kamo being cute and you being conflicted now ‘cause you want a mercupine endgame 😋 but i underestimated how loyal a lot of you are towards megumi 😀 (like the #kamoisover thing? GUYS 😭)

‘like him trying to join the school committee’ — school committee, student council club, whatever you wanna call it really, but yeah! i initially thought, when writing it, people would be pleased. like i knew who wouldn’t, which is why before the chapter was released, i let everyone know that i think everyone’s gonna hate it, but i didn’t think it’d cause a whole army of militants like damn 😭

‘i’m really excited to see more of them during their tutoring sessions’ — how about OUTSIDE of their tutoring sessions? 👀

jk jk

👀

‘but i just KNOWWW i’m gonna be sad when it doesn’t work between them eventually’

…

just curious, anon, what makes you think mercupine’s endgame? 🌝

i’m not joking around with you guys, the ending has yet to be determined 😀

i have two possible endings i haven’t exactly incorporated into my vision board + plan just yet. i’m still undecided.

if i get a question about it, maybe i’ll elaborate. i’m still unsure, we’ll see :)

BUT YES, SHE ACKNOWLEDGED THE WHOLE TSUMIKI/KAMO THING HAHA 😭 she was a little awkward ‘cause it was one of those ‘ah, he just said smth about him and i when he’s actually seeing one of my family members’, so a little awkward yk?

^ will be addressed soon tho!

i’m excited for the next chapter too! mostly ‘cause you and a few others might like it, and then majority will hate it. we’ll see! <3

TY FOR DROPPING BY! DON’T BE SHY TO USE YOUR URL NEXT TIME, MOTHER HEN WILL DEFEND YOU FROM THE KAMO-HATE-TRAINERS HAHA <333

#liar liar asks!#this anon was lovely #soooo noce #nice*#again i should be studying for my sociology exam but #ugh it’s so hopeless ‘cause nothing’s going in my brain i hate itttt #ugh gonna go look over my notes and try not to cry :(

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that-starry-freak · 5 months ago

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Ahhh yes, the "I Can Fix Them" au

Genuinely just a comfort au where I play with relationships and things. The actually story/plot of the au isn't too important. There is one tho!! Thats what this post is for, and for exploring some of the relationships in the au!

The au mostly follows Canon up until around Solar being brought back (though there is already kind of an established qpr between solar and Nexus that was disrupted by solar's death and Nexus becoming a villain, but yknow-)

After Solar is brought back, immediately is worried about Nexus. He ends up getting closer with Moon, but he is working on a way to help Nexus.

He does end up finding him. But he can tell something is wrong as he talks to him, and nothing he says helps. So, he starts panicking, and does the one thing he can think of: kisses him.

AND IT WORKS?? (True loves kiss lmao)

no one knows how to this day, but for some reason the virus in Nexus just breaks when he kisses him and Nexus is free. Of course he feels so so bad for everything he did, and cries for awhile in Solar's arms till he passes out. Solar takes him home, and the family is very apprehensive of Nexus being back in the family, but they eventually warm back up to him (starting with Sun). Moon hates him still, though him and Solar are friends. Soemthing Nexus HATES, but it's mutual because Moon hate state Solar and Nexus are now dating (how yeah and they started dating)

On top of this, but Eclipse has to move out of the dimension because of Solar. So he goes to another dimension and moves into an apartment with Puppet and works as security for a small fazbear's pizza (yeah were saying fuck you to eaps i don't have the energy to watch it 😔)

Nexus and Solar are grateful for bringing Solar back. Nexus visits him quite a bit, ectopically cause he was the one who talked Earth into forgiving Nexus, so he's even more grateful. The two end up getting close, and Solar and Eclipse exchange letters a lot. But they can't actually see each other.

Solar and Nexus realizing they're both falling for Eclipse.

Yada yada it all ends up fine and Eclipse gets a new signature and they all can kiss now 👍

They are all healing and things, cause oh my god they're all SO FUCKED UPPPP

There's also probably stuff going on with Dark Sun, I havnt gotten that far yet. Idk what happens to him after Nexus is save.d he probably just disappears for awhile and Nexus jumps every time he sees Sun, because he was abused a lot by Dark Sun.

Nexus honestly isn't that close with Sun, less than before. Moon doesn't want him around Sun, and Nexus doesn't like looking at him because it makes him think of Dark Sun.

Monty dies idgaf. Bitch dies, Moon realizes how much of a bitch he is and hat he isn't good for Earth and confronts him and Monty tries to fight him and Moon kills him. No more Monty <3 (second au I've killed off Monty now)

Lunar isn't the biggest fan of Nexus but he gives him a second chance. He hates that he's dating Eclipse tho.

Moon eventually starts warming up to Eclipse. And Nexus, though that takes longer.

Uh- Sun and Bloodmoon are in a qpr- yeah-

Qpr blood/sun:

They met after [insert dead brothers name here] died. The remaining bloodmoon brother was incredibly vulnerable and terrified without counterpart. Sun, against his better judgment, reached out with help to them. They were suspicious at first, but eventually accepted.

They grew closer and the twin practically became like a cat to Sunny. They slept in his bed with him, and was by his side often. The family repeatedly asked if they were dating, but they denied it each time, sometimes even seeming kind of grossed out by it. Cause they weren't dating, it was a lot more complicated than that

Eventually Eclipse helps and they figure out how to bring back the dead twin. They Are… unsure, at first. So much as changed since they're death, and him and their twin were still separated… and the person who killed their original virus was so close with their brother? It was an uncomfortable situation, but they ended up becoming comfortable with it too, though wasn't as docile as their counterpart, much more talkative, talking for their twin usually

Eclipse/solar/nexus:

If you know you know. I won't say more here, but-

https://www.tumblr.com/that-starry-freak/760369555440861184/okay-wow-uhm-this-is-my-rant-about-eclipse-x?source=share

Solar and Moon:

God they're beasties. Bffs. It makes Nexus really insecure, but they're still friends. They talk about their Suns and their inventions and things. Sometimes they'll just quietly work together cause they're both bad at talking

They mostly avoid the topic of Nexus and Eclipse cause Moon can't stand them, but once Moon accidentally slipped an insult/a bit of shit talking and Solar just snapped. And yelled at Moon about how he should empathize with Nexus. He stormed off after.

Later he tried to anxiously apologize to Moon but he just reassure him that he was right, and tried his best to give Nexus a bit more of a 2nd chance

Solar once, as a prank, painted an aroace flag on the entirety of one of the walls of Moon's room with washable paint. It took forever to get off and Moon made Solar do it. Eclipse was laughing the entire time both at the prank and his bf lmao.

Anyway yeah they're stupid antisocial nerd beasties

Silly and sad au

#Icft au #astro rants #Astro is yapping #Eclipse² #Solarnexus #bloodysun #Qpr ship #Nexuschips #Tsams sun #tsams bloodmoon #Tsams nexus #Tsams moon #tsams eclipse #Tsams solar #sams au #Tsams

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businesscasualart · 9 months ago

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i luv ur work, can I see a smal snippet of any fanfic ur working on👉👈 here’s a treat as payment🧁

AWWWW THANK YOU SM! I've posted so little work, I didn't expect anyone would care too much for my work, art or fanfic, as opposed to just like, my affinity for providing content for obscure characters and ships. <3 You are SO sweet, I'm crying TvT I'd love to share, it'd be an honor, treat or no treat as payment! Thank you for the treat tho XD

Okay, so, context: I've been in fandomless hell for a few months now. I can rely on the fact that I'll be bouncing back to and around the DC fandom every few months, but I'm absolutely directionless rn. The last thing I got working on is yet another Young Justice, Psimon/Devastation fic as always. I DO intend to write something else eventually, but I love Devapsimon <3

A friend requested this one RIGHT before I fell out of the YJ fandom into this period of nothingness. Now...you see...they don't watch YJ, they dislike superhero cartoons. They do know I love YJ tho.

I...don't...like...Omegaverse...BUT YOU SEE, MY FRIEND uh...got pretty big into it...in the Normalest way they could...If you don't know what it is, don't Google it.

My good, dear friend...requested of me...that the third fic I ever write...be a lil Psimon/Devastation Omegaverse fic for them and they PROMISE they'll pay me...somehow...presumably with a fic they'll write bc I KNOW they don't have money. SO FOR LIKE, three months, between fandomless hell, writing what I don't know, and KEEPING THIS THING PG-14...I've been writing that!

Maybe I'll convert it into a sickfic before posting it to Ao3! Bc I am so unsure about writing omegaverse and my abilities doing so. AND IT IS PRETTY MUCH A SICKFIC, I'm taking a very mild-hurt/comfort, mostly nesting, sickfic approach with it! I hope it's still enjoyable despite my long breaks writing it. I have to do some serious editing but rn I'm just trying to get it done! Wish me luck!

So uh

WIP Devapsimon Fic Snippet!

CW: uh, nothing really! There's not even much Omegaverse mention in this part...um...I don't know how to format a fic on Tumblr...there's an abundance of description of RV bunk beds...I can't find a good place to cut off the snippet...THIS IS ALSO VERY LONG FOR A SNIPPET, but this is my longest fic yet.... so uh...long preview! As a treat!

“D…Devastation?” He whispered hesitantly, torn between announcing his presence and not disturbing her rest.

Upon getting no response tried to gently, quietly push past the curtains but the metal curtain rings slowly drug against the metal bar making a screech that resounded in his ears and made him wince.

He peered into the bunk section. It was darker than the rest of the RV, it took a minute for his eyes to adjust.

It was honestly shocking how everyone could fit in here, it was a cramped ‘room’. If Baran or Tommy were to walk down the room, both of their shoulders would rub against the bunks lining either wall. Thankfully, the bunks themselves were of a decent size.

They were built into the wall, like a shelf or cubby. They could hold a thin twin XL size ‘mattress’...well…really more so a foam pad than a mattress. However, the bottom bunk cubbies were decently tall, the larger Onslaught members still can’t really fit lying on their backs or sitting up, but they could fit just fine lying on their sides.

There were exactly six bunks, two on each side of the three-walled room. Additionally, hanging in the middle of the walkway between the two top bunks on the left and the right of the room, was a hammock. Cameron generously set it up when they got the Terror Twins on the team and claimed it for himself. He claims it was to win Tuppence’s favor but Psimon is almost certain it was just regular generosity and self-sacrifice.

Each bunk had different privacy curtains shielding the inside of the bunks; some decorative, some blackout, some sheer; but a few were left open.

One such bunk had its curtains open. Thankfully, it was the one with the only small window in the room, on the wall inside the top bunk across from the entrance. It didn’t provide much light, especially since the dusty blinds as well as small curtains on it were drawn.

There were also string lights lining the room, courtesy of Selinda, to provide a gentle light but they were left off during the day.

It was relatively clear whose bed was whose. Everyone had a relatively distinct sense of style, or lack thereof.

Selinda’s was a simple bed with everything in some shade of black and purple. Tuppences lined her walls and ceiling with decor like photos, stickers, and posters. The other mens’ bunks generally looked like the beds had been abandoned for eight years, but Tommy decorated his similarly to Tuppence’s, only simpler; Mammoth’s bed had a king-sized comforter shoved in there and the walls were scratched up; and Cameron’s...well, he had a hammock.

Psimon’s bunk was by far the most organized one but it doesn’t stand out. All neutral colors, made up neatly. He had two pillows, but only really used one. He, like a few others, had small organizers hanging on the walls. He never had many personal, sentimental items to bring on these missions, so he mostly kept business related papers, pens, a tablet for work, and the like up there.

Each set of twins shared the bunks on two walls and Cameron...had a hammock…so Devastation slept in the bunk under Psimon’s.

Her bed was also simple and mostly neutral tones, but messier…usually. She had two or three more blankets and pillows than usual, all strewn about, along with a couple clothing items. It was notably more crowded.

Psimon had no idea how Devastation would be comfortable in that mess, and perhaps she wasn’t, because she wasn’t even in her bed.

She sat on the filthy, old carpeted floor next to her bed, leaning halfway into the bunk, her face buried in her arms.

“Devastation!�� Psimon gasped, dropping to his knees next to her, nearly dropping the bowl in the process. He set it on the floor next to him, placing a hand on her back and the other on an arm.

Her hair was taken down but not brushed, left messy and tangled. She had also changed into her nightwear, striped shorts and a sleeveless top. They seemed to have been a lavender-type color, but they’ve lightened and grayed out over time, as well as developed a couple of small holes in seams here and there.

“Oh, Devastation…” Psimon, voice quiet and full of concern, never finished his sentence.

He struggled to pull Devastation upright by her shoulders, pulling her to rest against him so he could see her face. Once he managed it, her weight nearly knocked him back onto the floor but she seemed to regain enough awareness to somewhat support her own weight and not throw it all on him at once.

Her eyes were glazed and distant when they fluttered open. She furrowed her brow and her eyes slowly moved to look at Psimon, in an attempt to figure out what was happening but before she could, he laid his hand over her face.

He kept moving his hand around her face, to both of her cheeks and to her forehead as if they’d yield different results, but the results were clear. Devastation’s skin was impossibly hot, hotter than before, even in the short time that had passed. It was wet with sweat and flushed all over from her own body temperature.

Her glassy eyes finally found Psimon’s face, despite his hand’s frantic search for a more reassuring result. Her mouth hung open slightly, as if to speak, but she only took in short, ragged breaths.

“Oh…Oh Devastation…”

#I really hope this is any good. Im so flattered but I got so little faith in my writing rn TvT #psimon #YJ! devastation #YJ! psimon #Simon jones #YJ! Simon jones #devapsimon #devastation/psimon #devasimon #fanfic #yj fanfic #fanfic preview #wip #WIP fic #businesscasual writing #lorelei's yelling into the void again #cw: omegaverse #sickfic #oh man ig that's all I got to tag

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sl33py-g4m3r · 8 months ago

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OCs from SMT IV that I accidentally created; or 2 but I’m only working on 1 currently I think. Fleshing him out more~~

Is what the larp is, lol. Accidental creation of characters.

Don’t have names for them yet tho.

One is someone from the monastery who’s somehow got access to this site and posts occasionally.

The other is a prentice samurai who completed a mission and unfortunately is now in the infirmary unconscious; with their soul somehow being isekai’d to our world somehow.

Whether he’s just a ghost or can interact with things physically around him is unknown at this time. How it happened is also unknown. Hopefully his soul returns to Mikado once more ~~

Rip new recruit. Shall he meet his end henceforth?

Still with all his equipment, gauntlet, and everything, except his memories of his fellows or what a samurai even is. Hadn’t determined whether he can still use the gauntlet to summon demons in our world or use any magic, or it’s simply cosmetic as he was wearing them in naraku and when he collapsed… remembers not of demons or magic…

Appears if at all, as a transparent figure of himself. Unsure to him if anyone can even see him or what happened. Finds interest in all the ‘magic’ he gets to witness in our time. Or relics as he would’ve known in Mikado.

Hopes to remember who he is, what the gauntlet is for and can do, and where he came from. In hopes that he can eventually get back to help his fellow samurai in Mikado. If he remembers that is.

Now he just has the vague feeling he’s missing and lost something deeply important; but knows not what nor whom. And is saddened by it~~

Thought it was a cool idea but now it sounds really stupid ~~~ as there’s nothing there that could possibly just do that to ones soul while leaving the body unconscious and not actively dying…. But suspension of disbelief I guess… magic doesn’t need to make sense in our world I suppose ~~~

Calling my own ideas and fantasies dumb… unbelievable… it’s supposed to be fun even if it seems stupid ~~~

Wanted to larp for fun but accidentally created characters instead….

For once creative post instead of an ‘I’m anxious darn you anxiety stop ruining my fun’ posts. A creative positive post??? Unbelievable ~~!!! lol.

Hope this is my own thought and I didn’t accidentally steal this from somewhere else cause I’m always afraid I had. Cause there’s an occult saying: “there is nothing new under the sun” so I might’ve picked it up somewhere but maybe I’m just overthinking my own creativity here…

How tf would a 1400’s society keep someone in a coma alive in the infirmary? Of course demons are a thing so…. Who knows…: are his fellows worried sick or too busy on missions to care that he’s vanished from this world? Is thee one that has a crush on him and fails to do missions in the hopes he wakes? Or does Hope make him do missions regardless?

Edit: fixed ‘for motions’ to ‘on missions’ as that’s what I intended to type. Stupid typo

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cryo-lily · 1 year ago

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BOLD the FACTS

Thanks to @imperial-topaz2003 & @thelealinhypehouse for the tags!

Doing this for Issie (Isadola) because No I haven't forgotten about her after.... a certain recent game release lol.

PERSONAL

Isadola's life has been a complicated one since the day she was born. Originally born to an exiled & former Sith Lord and a former/rouge Imperial Cipher Agent. Isadola only knew and was raised by her mother before her father (the rouge Cipher Agent) eventually learned of her existence and attempted to kill both her & her mother. Shortly after her mother's death she was found and taken in by the Jedi Order, where she went on to earn the title of Barsen'thor. Later leaving the Jedi Order to go on to help form and lead the Alliance as Commander. Slowly finding the happy life & family that was taken from her.

Financial: wealthy*/ moderate/ poor / in poverty

Born & raised poor during the first few years of her life before being taken in by the Jedi Order. *Later amassing significant wealth throughout her journeys.

Medical: fit / moderate/ sickly / disabled / disadvantaged/ non-applicable

A natural acrobat, and very fast. She may not be the strongest, but very few are able to catch her, let alone pin her down in or out of combat.

Class or Caste: upper/ middle/ working / unsure / other

Regardless of it's in her early life or currently, Isadola doesn't really care for her status be labeled as such, given how it's needlessly complicated things all her life.

Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

Not really tied to any specific discipline, but still got a very significant education from her time with the Jedi where she has a very sharp mind you'd want in any intelligent conversation. Even if it's a topic out of her depth, Issie is a very quick learner.

Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

Issie, is not a saint. There are some lines she will not cross, but for what crimes she has committed both during her time as a Jedi and after leaving the order, She has yet to be caught. She has even helped found her own Cartel that low-key starting to rival the Hutts. For her and her family's own safety she hasn't admitted to being one of Eridium Cartel's Founders that the Hutt Cartel has placed a significant bounty on. Tho the Alliance spy network has their hands constantly full keeping that fact under wraps.

FAMILY

In the Beginning it was very complicated, Born to a loving Mother that died protecting her against a Father that wants her dead for simply existing outside of his sphere of control. To later having the loving family life that was taken from her decades ago.

Children: had a child or children* / has no children / wants children

Post-Darth Nul plot, Isadola has the first of her 3 biological daughters with her wife Lana. Not long after having their first daughter, Kelsa, They go on to adopt an orphaned stowaway force-sensitive Chiss girl, Orla, that showed up on Odessen one day after she quickly stole their hearts.

Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s)*/ has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

Issie is the only child of her mother, Tilera, and her father, Donovan. *Though she does have some half-siblings through her father, like her relationship with him, she is not close to them, by any means.

Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / disowned* / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

Raised by her Mother for 5-ish years before being orphaned, Disowned by her Father almost since her birth (If he knew about her sooner), Donovan would sooner have her killed then having a progeny outside his sphere of control.

TRAITS & TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted/ introverted /in-between*

Issie is mostly a shy girl, unless you know her then those walls she's built up crumble so fast. Or she's just drunk/high off her ass.

♦ disorganized /organized / in-between

If things are disorganized, something is wrong with Issie and you should be concerned.

♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between

99% of the time Issie tries to be open-minded, unless it's something that's against her personal moral code then not so much, though she tries to always keep an open mind.

♦ calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual

Isadola under the calm exterior she's built up, is just a mess of emotions. Issie is one bad day away from losing the stoic exterior she's built up over the years.

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

Very situational, With Issie you can never really know unless you drop her in specific situations.

♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual

Again, very situational. When it's a moment that requires thought or is very delicate she is very cautious. In combat, Issie can be VERY reckless, just ask Lana.

♦ patient / impatient / in-between

Very much depends on her mood on how patient Isadola can be.

♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual

Depends on the situation, But Isadola is very much both. Can be very outspoken most times, but she also knows when to hold her tongue.

♦ leader / follower / in-between

A natural leader but hates the labels that comes with it, but also able to take orders from those she respects.

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between

Issie is very much both, just depends on the situation on which side you'll see. Issie is very empathetic (Even has the Force Empathy ability), but if you push her too far that side of her can switch off a little too quickly for comfort.

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between

Despite her tragic beginnings, and her life up to recent events Isadola always tries to look on the bright side of things. If she doesn't she might fall down a dark hole she might never recover from.

♦ traditional / modern / in-between

Isadola & Tradition are 2 things that don't mix. Like full stop.

♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between

Issie needs to be reminded a lot it's okay for her to take a break a lot of times and that galaxy won't fall apart if she doesn't keep working. Though she is 100% a hypocrite when she tries to remind Lana of the same.

♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown

Issie is just Issie. She is a lot of things.

♦ loyal / disloyal / in-between / unknown

Loyal, to a fault. She will die for those closest to her against anything.

♦ faithful / unfaithful / in-between / unknown

Sure, her mind wanders sometimes, but at the end of the day, once she's committed to someone she's theirs till one or both of them drops dead.

BELIEFS

Raised by the Jedi sure, But she doesn't have blind faith in the Force.

Faith: monotheist / polytheist /atheist/ agnostic?*

*Sure Issie has seen all that the Force is capable of but she doesn't believe it is the end all be all of everything.

Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

Issie has seen a few, even has a connection with the dead, but hasn't had enough experience to form any strong opinions on them. (At least in her main Jedi path, Her Sith Inquisitor AU on the other hand...)

Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

"There is no Death, There is only the Force" Something that has been drilled into her by the Jedi since she was young, She doesn't quite believe in the words, even if repeating the words has given her some comfort from time to time.

Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

She'd like to believe so, in her mind, Life is wasteful just to end. She'd like to believe there's more to do, more to learn after one life is done.

Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

I mean, even though Isadola sees herself as Human, She is constantly reminded she's not so... it'd be weird if she didn't believe.

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Isadola's life has been too complicated to be even remotely religious. Plus she has seen first hand how far such devotion can go. So not her style.

Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

Issie is a Philosophical nerd deep down. She has to catch herself sometimes for not sounding too philosophical.

SEXUALITY & ROMANCE

Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual/ bisexual / asexual / pansexual

Issie is a straight as a boomerang. Girl has like few brain cells around most women.

Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable/ naive and clueless

Girl has problems keeping her hands to herself around her wife. Much to Lana's ire sometime when she's working.

Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

Issie is a hopeless romantic deep down.

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Isadola has had a number of encounters over the years before she met her wife.

Potential Sexual Partners: male/ female / agender / other / none / all

Isadola is a not so innocent Lesbean.

Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

See Above.

ABILITIES

Smart, Quick witted, and combat talented, just like her Mama.

Combat Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor/ none

Very talented with dual sabers, just like her Mother.

Literacy Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none

She found alot of comfort in books and writings when she was younger before she found some real friends.

Artistic Skills: excellent* / good / moderate/ poor / none

Isadola is an excellent singer if you can get her to do so. She's a pretty good Artifice crafter though when she wants to kill sometime.

Technical Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none

Issie is pretty good at most technical skills when she needs to be, but if something needs fixing or Slicing, she knows to leave the task to one of her more capable friends.

HABITS

Issie won't admit it but she is very much a closeted party animal. She has alot of steam to blow off from her life so far.

Drinking Alcohol: never/ special occasions / rarely / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic/ former borderline alcoholic turned sober

Her go to way to turn off her brain after a stressful day.

Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

Not her go to, but won't shy away from it if offered to her.

Recreational Drugs: tried some / never /special occasions / sometimes/ frequently / addict Former addict

Eridium Cartel party nights are lit. Issie only indulges if the party is really REALLY wild. Which is most times whenever her Eridium fam throws a party.

Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

Issie is usually pretty healthy. Only rarely after a taking some serious injuries does she need to take some, if any.

Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / rarely / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

Again, Issie is usually pretty healthy, and eats like it too. It's a point of pride for her to be able to maintain her fast, acrobatic abilities.

Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

Lana manages the credits for a reason, is all I'll say. Issie like shiny things a bit too much.

Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

When the nightlife event starts, it would be a rare moment not to see Issie in the casino. She hangs around her smuggler buddy, Taskar, a bit too much where his luck has rubbed off on her.

No pressure tags for @girlstandstill @magicallulu7 @serenofroses

#swtor #swtor oc #oc: Isadola Ardeen #jedi consular #bold the facts

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peninkwrites · 2 years ago

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A Man Lost Through Time

Connor's piece for @dreamoirezine !

Please check out the full project, it's amazing!

crossposted to ao3

Connoreatspants has come unstuck in time.

He sat down to chat with his business partner JSchlatt only to turn around and find him across from him in a courtroom in the midst of a lawsuit only to next find himself alone, drifting, months after he’d first been told of his old friend’s death.

He enters a new server, alone and unsure, only to next find himself settled into a little house, passively watching yet another court case unfold. Only for there to be a slightly more jarring shift, as he suddenly finds himself hosting a party with the ghost of that very friend alongside Karl, a time traveler still confused by the nature of his own existence. Connor doesn’t know how to explain to him how little his confusion matters. Karl has the luxury of most often one moment passing into the very next moment. Connor doesn’t have the chance to even attempt to give him an explanation, because now he is back to watching the bombs fall over a city-state he knows he had seen standing what felt like only a few hours ago.

“Hello? Connor?”

It’s Ranboo. He knows Ranboo now. Ranboo is alive now.

He’s sitting against a wall in a cell opposite Ranboo’s. So, alive, but not for much longer.

“...what’s up, man?” Connor blinks.

“You were telling me about…” Ranboo sounds reluctant. “Never mind. It’s fine, really. I think I… I think I got the gist of it.”

“Right, right,” Connor agrees quickly. He stares at the back wall. It’s going to break. If Ranboo is here, it won’t be much longer now.

Connor didn’t know Ranboo. Not yet. Right now the closest thing he has to a friend on this server is the grave he now stares at. He’s outside. The sky is overcast and behind him are fresh platforms built over a crater, in front of him is a grave he honestly thought his old pal Schlatt would have liked. It’s ornate, a tomb really.

Connor is almost tempted to ask Schlatt about his ideal resting place the next time he sees him, but he knows better by now. No one would understand. He could have warned Ranboo in the prison, and no one would have believed him. Better to just wait. If he waits, eventually they’ll be alive again.

Tommy is dead. He died in the prison. Connor is inside his house again. It’s a comforting thing to come back to, the occasional phases where he had been allowed to have Tommy’s house, and while there were other instances where he’d return there only to find Tommy still alive, free, or present, those times got annoying.

This time Connor knows it’s his house, because the rest of the server is in mourning. Ranboo had placed flowers outside Tommy’s door, because in this now Ranboo is still alive, and now Tommy is dead.

Connor took a leaf out of Ranboo’s book. He has a diary now. It helps with his sense of time.

i miss my friend jschlatt

im gonna solve mortality

if it's not that hard tho

if it’s a lot of work im good

–monday

Connor thinks it’s Monday.

Ranboo is still alive. Connor thinks Tommy is alive too. He’s running one direction across the Nether roof, he’s going to find people, he thinks. Ranboo, HBomb, and Foolish. He knows because of his chat messages. And then he isn’t on the Nether roof anymore. No wonder he keeps getting lost, he never sticks around long enough to remember where he’s going.

Connor is living in Tommy’s old house. It’s his house now, because… Connor scans the room. The ominous messages from Dream aren’t there, the walls are made of dirt. Connor steps outside and sees his own name over the doorway. It’s definitely his house, then.

Which is a bit strange because Connor turns around and sees Tommy crawling out of the sewer tunnels. Followed by Technoblade. Tommy is already a wave of chatter, Techno standing awkwardly between them.

“What’re you doing in my house?” Connor asks. It’s his house right now, he’s pretty sure. “What’s goin’ on?”

Tommy stops rambling and stops forward, colder now. He looks extra scrawny, he’s got bags under his eyes. That sort of look seems to come and go for Tommy. “This is my home, Connor.”

Connor disagrees. His name is over the door. So surely it’s his. Tommy disagrees as well. Connor turns around and finds the door has been blocked.

“If I was unexiled, would you give it back?” Tommy corners him.

Connor stares back, startled. Right. Tommy isn’t supposed to be here.Connor points this out. Tommy doesn’t take it well, and Connor finds himself walled in. He doesn’t take that well either, frantic as he’s trapped further, until there is only stone, not even light, Tommy and Techno’s shouting muffled through it.

Connor screams for help. He knows no one is coming. He pounds against the stone until he can see light, and immediately it is replaced by another. Connor is used to being out of control, but now he’s scared. He thought he would’ve been taken away by now, dragged to another point in time, but it’s still just darkness, it’s still just him pounding his fists bloody against cobblestone but every time he breaks it another stone takes its place. Connor doesn’t know why now is when he gets to stay in one place, he didn’t know that his existence out of time could also be freeing. He wants it to take him away again, he wants to go back to a time where he and Tommy are friends, he wants to go back home to when he and Schlatt were together, he wants out of this box–

Connor sees light and he bolts before Tommy can close him in again, but every exit is blocked and Tommy has a sword. Connor doesn’t know how Tommy feels about him right now. The last Connor remembered, they were friends. Tommy promised him his house. Tommy doesn’t look especially friendly right now.

“How much pain do you feel on a daily basis?” Tommy asks.

Connor thinks he can hear the blood rushing in his ears. Daily? I don’t have a daily. He knows he can’t say that, so instead he stammers out, “like… like on a scale?”

“Yeah. One to ten.”

Connor doesn’t know how to answer that. He doesn’t have a daily, and sometimes he’s in pain one second and then he’s not. He decides to high ball the estimate. “Honestly, like a seven..?”

“You’re about to be a nine, bitch!”

Connor doesn’t want to be in this one anymore, he doesn’t want Tommy to trap him again. He has never been able to control when he travels, and he accepts that often, but this is a bad one. Worse than most. “I don’t… I don’t wanna go back in the hole.”

As with all things in Connor’s life, he doesn’t have a choice.

It continues and Connor can only listen from behind a wall. He doesn’t think he knows how the rest of this one goes. He’s a unique sort of scared right now, fear of the unknown is pretty rare for him.

“I don’t wanna die…”

Connor doesn’t remember what life he is on. They let him out, but Connor doesn’t know if he should run. He’s, ironically enough, not a very good runner.

“Hey Connor, how many hearts are you on?” Tommy asks.

“Uh, all of them?”

Connor sees Tommy raise a crossbow, and then he is no longer there.

Connor hasn’t been shot. He feels a brief spark of relief, before recognizing his walls as that of a prison cell. Connor cannot remember why he was arrested. Only that he had been. Maybe it had been a mistake? Or it could’ve been some trouble with a fake I.D. Or living in a house that wasn’t really his. Something like that, usually. Sam put him in here, because if the prison is in operation, Sam is no longer that pretty chill guy who gave out pumpkin pies and went running around with Ponk. He went running after Ponk, it’s more like. Connor is used to being out of control, being locked in a cell isn’t that different, really. Just boring. He would have a neighbor soon.

Soon maybe . It could take days more instead. He doesn’t really know how long he is in the prison, how long he was. Would be. Semantics. It didn’t really matter.

Connor is spot on this time around. He hears voices down the hall, one cold and unfeeling, the other deep and unsure.

“You wanted to be put in here–”

“And now I don’t, okay? I have people who need me and–”

“–And they’re safer with you in here.”

Connor goes to the iron door, pressing his face to the bars. “H-Hey! Hey, man I did not want to get put in here, so, maybe we could do a little, uh, a little switcheroo and that guy– oh, hey, Ranboo!– can come in here and I can go home, okay?” Connor knows this isn’t where he gets let out. Still, might as well push Sam’s buttons a bit.

“Connor? Why is Connor in here?!” Ranboo is just barely visible, looking irritable, shoulders hunched inward.

“It doesn’t matter. Ranboo, please don’t make this harder,” Sam sighs.

“Please, Sam,” Ranboo grows quiet.

“Hey! Ranboo! Might wanna just like, do what he says, dude. If you were gonna get out of this, probably should’ve done that before you got, like, halfway into a super secure prison. But don’t you worry, buddy. We’ll get out of here before you know it!” Connor calls cheerfully from his cell door. He recalls the aftermath of the escape. He almost feels bad for lying to the kid, but it’s not like it matters. He’ll be dead for a moment, and then he will be alive again.

Connor screams. This is a new one. He has reawakened outside of his– Tommy’s?– house and he looks down at himself and sees nothing, no limbs, he doesn’t understand it.

“WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!”

Tommy and Techno are speaking to him. He’s friends with Tommy sometimes. He’s friends with Techno sometimes too, he even joined their Syndicate. Maybe this is one of those times.

Connor isn’t so sure.

He’s invisible and he thinks it’s Tommy and Techno’s fault. Oh. They’re not friends. Connor isn’t here by choice. He tries calling for help again. There is no reply. He thinks there should be. He’s a hostage, and he knows he isn’t a hostage forever. Someone gets him out of this. He wishes they’d get him out of this a little sooner. Tommy and Techno are hurting him again. This must be right after the last time. He hopes it is, at least. That Techno and Tommy don’t hurt him multiple times. He considers Tommy his friend. Sometimes. Certainly not now as he begins to drown, let up for air only long enough to stay conscious.

Connor is relieved to find himself no longer trapped. He can breathe. He can move freely. He’s safe, he thinks. Tommy is still here, but he’s younger now. He’s not hurting him. Connor is new to the server, and Tommy is just showing him around.

“There are a lot of assholes on this server, alright?” Tommy says intently. They’re standing on top of the community house, but he didn’t know it was called the community house yet.

“Technoblade,” Connor nods, agreeing, thinking of the man who threatened to put a pickaxe through his kneecaps not long ago with Tommy right beside him.

“Tech– Yeah, Technoblade,” Tommy nods, looking out over the prime path. “All of them. And I think what I need you to do is– Because I know that we’re… we’re friends.”

“Right,” Connor’s reply is automatic. He doesn’t want to think about Tommy laughing as he begged him not to kill him.

“Say we’re friends.”

“We are friends.” Connor doesn’t think he sounds particularly sincere, but he wants to be. Tommy was– or is going to be– the one to damage that. “Ethically.” Connor adds. Friends who don’t torture each other. Ethically friends.

Tommy laughs, that sharp cackle of his, “ ethically ? Why did you say that?”

Connor can’t explain, so he laughs too. “I’m– I’m sonic,” he says. Eventually people on this server will stop questioning his peculiarities. Until they do, I’m Sonic will have to suffice.

Connor follows Tommy down the prime path until he sees Church Prime. He’ll frequent its halls eventually, but right now he’s supposed to say, “what’s this?” And let Tommy show him the church, and the Prime Path, and Connor follows him.

Tommy is a good kid, really. Connor knows that hurting people isn’t his nature, even if it still stings.

Connor is outside the community house again, several renovations down the line. Tommy isn’t here this time. Niki is. So is Wilbur. Okay, so this is way down the line, then. Wilbur is alive, and he’s talking to Niki. That’s a change.

“I really want to do one good deed with you.”

“One good deed?”

“Something absolutely great–”

Connor approaches the community house.

Wilbur keeps talking, “ignore him. Ignore that guy. Oh god– Hello, Connor.”

“Did you guys say a good deed?” Connor doesn’t bother noticing Wilbur’s lack of enthusiasm. His ghost had been pretty chill, so Connor didn’t mind intruding. He wanted to do something helpful. Doing something felt like a nice change of pace to whatever motions he had been going through thus far. Wilbur wants to do a good deed as some sort of redemption type deal. Alright, that’s fair enough. “No, same, I just served time in jail,” Connor explains. “Is how I resolved that issue for myself.”

“Okay, in jail–” Wilbur gives him a careful look, pulling Niki aside, “Niki, who is this guy? He’s been in jail ? What the fuck? ”

Niki defends Connor. Because they’re in the Syndicate together now. That’s nice. Connor hopes he gets to actually spend some time with the Syndicate. “It was an accident?” Niki explains.

“What’s wrong with jail?” Connor gives Wilbur an unimpressed look. “You don't believe in reformation? Like, what’s the deal with you?”

“No, no I believe in reformation!” Wilbur doesn’t seem to know what to do with him.

“You’ve been a ghost too long, the world’s different now, buddy.”

Wilbur nods, “right, right you can come with us, Connor, just don’t touch anything.”

Wilbur sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, other than his outdated politics on prison reformation. Bla bla summon god, help the sheep, whatever. Connor doesn’t care too much about the details, he’s just happy to be along for the ride. He’s dealt with gods before, he thinks. Or he will. He’s not sure if Foolish counts.

Connor doesn’t get scared. Maybe a little nervous. The god shows, and Wilbur boxes him in in a way far too reminiscent of Tommy and Technoblade’s actions.

“Do you have a death wish?”

DreamXD is speaking to him , he thinks, but Wilbur is handling the talking. As per usual, Connor is tasked with waiting. Maybe he actually can’t stand being trapped like this again. Connor grows frantic, pushing against the gold walls Wilbur put around him. He doesn’t like being trapped. Connor feels shaky, he vaguely hears Wilbur say, “tell him we’ll stop,” and mumbles an agreement. He is doing his best not to freak out, keeping his voice level even as he turns around quickly, hoping to be sent to another time soon.

“What if I just killed your friend and your stupid sheep?”

Niki defends him, “uh, that would not be so great.” Connor is grateful again to be Syndicate buddies with her. Connor isn’t used to having allegiances that care about him and stuff.

“I mean, Connor, how do you feel about that?” Wilbur asks him. Connor stops spinning, turning to face him. “It’s easy, right? You could just get killed.”

“Uh, yeah, if that’s what you guys need, I’m just here to be helpful, y’know?” Connor doesn’t mind it. He dies, he goes somewhere else. Maybe it would get him out of this time faster.

Wilbur looks nervous. “I– Connor, I’m not sure about this, actually. I’ve changed my idea– How do you feel about it?”

Connor tries to remember. He’s not sure where he is in the state of things. A little bit ago, he’d said he had two lives, but he doesn’t think that makes sense. This far along, he thinks he’s died more than once. He isn’t sure if he’s lived both deaths yet, though. “Well, I mean, I only have like, one life left, so I–”

Then it doesn’t matter. It’s all gone. He’s dead. For a brief moment, he thinks he sees Schlatt–

And then Connor keeps going.

Connor tries to get his bearings. He tries to remember who is alive and who is dead. He is alive, that’s something good. Tommy is alive, but he’d been dead before too. Ranboo is alive, he thinks. He thinks Wilbur might be alive? He isn’t sure. He knows Schlatt is dead. He usually is. Which sucks as he thought for a second there he was going to get to see him again, but here he is instead. He’s living in Ninja’s old house again. He’s been waiting until he was back, past when Tommy had read his diary– he has a new diary now either way– to make sure Tommy wouldn’t see this part. It’s nice being able to plan ahead like that.

i don’t know when it’s gonna happen but i saw when i die.

it isn’t all that bad really.

i mean.

i wanted to be helpful.

kinda cool to get killed by god. makes prayer a little awkward though.

kinda was thinking i was immortal, though.

Because it just keeps going, right?

i mean actually i think i am immortal cuz i just said i saw when i die and here im writing about it so.

never mind.

-Friday

Connor thinks it has to be a Friday.

It feels like a Friday.

Connor is back in Tommy’s house, but he’s not going to get attacked by Tommy any time soon. Tommy is dead, and this is his house right now. There’s even a sign out front, and there are flowers outside of it placed there by Ranboo.

He needs to calm himself, to catch up. He has his diary in his hand.

The last entry:

I hope something happens today.

–Friday

“Me too, my guy…” Connor sighs.

I need a girlfriend

– thursday

“Ha, me too, me too. Which. Makes sense I guess,” Connor turns back one more page.

i miss my friend tommy

he died

got my house back

need food

– wednesday

Okay. So last time he was here, he felt good about Tommy. So, maybe later he won’t feel so messed up about the whole torture thing, right?

Connor’s necromancy powers work a little too well, because he’s pretty sure Tommy is supposed to be dead right now, not standing bruised and pale in front of him.

“Oh my god–” Connor panics, shoving him back toward the door, half expecting the guy to try to shove his head under water. “Begone, ghost!”

Tommy seems as scared of Connor as he is of him, running outside, begging him to stop. Before he runs back in with an axe. “Do not fuckin’ punch me!”

Connor is frantic, but there’s nowhere for him to run, “I’m c-calling the police! I’m calling the police–” They must have police or something, right? He’s going to end up in prison eventually.

Tommy stops, looking an inch away from a breakdown, “n-never fucking punch me–”

Okay. This Tommy isn’t going to hurt him. This Tommy is scared. Connor thinks that means they’re supposed to be friends right now. Alive friends. Ethical friends.

“Is that actually you?” Connor steps closer and Tommy does not attack him. Progress.

Tommy still looks scared of him. Maybe Connor’s impulse shouldn’t be to sympathize with him considering, y’know, a lot of things, but he doesn’t know why this kid looks so scared of being alive again. Connor feels like being alive is a bit more chill than being dead, generally. That might be because he hasn’t really gotten to spend much time dead.

Tommy is whispering and frantic. He died bad. He died in the prison.

Connor thinks of his own time imprisoned. “You know I have been saying we need prison reform on this server.” Connor wonders if Tommy knows his buddy Wilbur has some old fashioned views on prison. It doesn’t matter. Wilbur is dead today. Tommy is alive, and he’s scared.

This is after Tommy has tortured him. Connor doesn’t have any reason to show pity. He kind of wants to anyway.

Tommy is upset that Sam let him die. Wait until he finds out about Ranboo. Or, wait until that thing happens to Ranboo, Connor supposes. Connor will just listen. And then he’ll leave again. He leaves sooner than he thought.

~ Connor came out to Foolish’s construction site for a reason. He’s guessing he had a reason whenever that destination choice had been made, but right now he isn’t sure. HBomb is here. He’s someone to conspire with, Connor thinks. He has a feeling his intentions here had been conspiratory, even if the details are fuzzy.

Connor tries to piece together his surroundings. The mansion is super unfinished.

Connor has a nuke.

That part is unimportant. He can’t remember how he got it, and he’s confident he never uses it, he’s pretty sure he would’ve heard about that at some point. So whatever he came here to do, it’s something else.

There’s a beacon.

Stealing a beacon sounds like something he’d do.

HBomb covers for him, Connor grabs it, and he runs. He doesn’t think this is going to end well for him. He thinks he came here for a reason. That reason hits him the same moment Ranboo’s sword slices through his back and he feels his whole body burn.

Right. Ranboo kills him.

Connor is down to one life now, and he knows where that will lead, so he returns to the mansion. He knows he won’t die again, not here at least.

“Also, guys, I am, uh. Cursing this land with the nuke. I’m cursing it. So, at some point– I curse this place to be destroyed, with my necromancy powers that I have, um, and you guys are all screwed. You will rue this day and you will regret what you have done to me and my forefathers. See you later. Goodbye,” Connor turns and leaves. They don’t follow.

Connor is pretty sure his curse worked, because sometimes there is a big empty mansion in this spot and no one moves into it, and sometimes that mansion is haunted by Ranboo’s ghost, and other times it’s under construction until it drives Foolish mad. Or it’s before he cursed the land and Connor doesn’t see it at all. But that part is less relevant. His curse worked. Just like his necromancy powers work.

Connor is running. He stares ahead, there is nothing in front of him. What was he doing here? Connor stops. He turns around. He’s going the wrong way on the Nether roof again. Or maybe not again, this could be the same as the last time. Connor starts running the other way. He might kill someone. He isn’t sure. If he does, he only needs to wait and soon they will be alive again. Just like with the others, with Ranboo, with Tommy, with that Wilbur guy, with himself. He just has to wait.

Connor finally finds his way on the Nether roof, reaching the main portal. And he remembers why he went running off to kill someone. It’s because Ranboo killed him. Or rather, he was going to. When Connor got there. And instead of killing Ranboo, taking the Beacon and running.

Hm. Connor has maybe a second to wonder about self fulfilling prophecies before he’s swept away again.

Speaking of self fulfilling prophecies. Connor is pretty sure from the way everyone’s running around all freaked out, he’s pretty sure it’s Doomsday, or from the darkened sky, the night before probably.

Connor is on the prime path, he sees his house, the sign over the door confirming it. Tommy is here too. He’s standing at that one bench, looking quite serious. Tommy spots him and grimaces, leaving the bench, glancing from the house, the sign over the door currently reading Connor’s House and considers it for a moment, looking back at him with something almost pitying.

“...hello?” Connor tries.

“Hey, Connor!” Tommy is too loud.

“Tommy, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really know what happened,” very true. Connor can’t remember the specifics of how they got here. He remembers doomsday, kind of. He doesn’t remember the before. Although, he supposes this might fill him in a bit. “I–”

“Hey, Connor!” Tommy interrupts, patronizing and abrasive. “You know how I’m out of exile now?”

“...you are?” Oh. Connor is starting to understand why a bit in the future he isn’t in that house anymore.

“I’m out of exile now! And it looks like–”

“Congratulations,” Connor means it. Tommy in exile had been the one vicious enough to, y’know, waterboard him and so on.

“Thank you!” Tommy sounds almost too genuine. “This is my house, Connor, I don’t know why you’ve, uh, stolen it.”

Ah. He’s getting kicked out now. Right now. The night before doomsday– he thinks– that isn’t ideal.

“Well…” Connor tries to think back. He’s mostly going off of context clues at this point. “You were evicted.”

“Just– One second, just explain this one to me, Connor,” Tommy leaves, goes into the house, and returns in armor. He’s holding his axe. Connor isn’t sure why. He guesses it makes sense, doomsday coming and all. Tommy frowns. “Why’re you holding that?”

Connor looks down at his hand. He’s holding a lead. He cannot for the life of him remember why. He might not even have lived that part yet. “This is… this is all I have.” It’s true. His inventory is empty. Gloom is setting in. “I don’t… I don’t have a place to sleep.” Connor turns back toward Ninja’s house. It’s not a very nice house.

“Tell you what! I’ll pitch you a deal, right now. In exchange–” Tommy pauses, mulling something over. “And I am not gonna be the bad guy, ever. In exchange to stay alive, I give you this gapple, and you– and you live in Ninja’s house. Pants optional. For the time being.” Tommy gestures to the house across the prime path.

Connor already knows he’s going to agree. Even if he isn’t a fan of the idea. Tommy is right too. For the time being. Time being very iffy for Connor, in five minutes, he could have his house back again.

“...I’ll take it.”

“Yeah? Yeah, we’ll be next door neighbors! And in that way, I get to keep my home!”

“Yeah, yeah I’m down with that,” Connor goes into the little house. There’s not much here. And Connor is pretty sure it never gets any better. “I’d be honored to sleep in Ninja’s bed.”

“That sounds alright? Okay!” Tommy is quite pushy with this arrangement.

Connor doesn’t hold it against him. He knows next time he moves back into Tommy’s house, that time will end with Tommy coming home way more messed up than when he left it. He can wait around in Ninja’s house for now.

“For what it’s worth, Tommy.” Tommy is rambling over him, but Connor just keeps talking. Tommy will hear him, or he won’t. Little stuff like this doesn’t matter, Connor just wants to know he said it. “I don’t know what went on today, but, uh, even though you kidnapped me, and I’m still dealing with the trauma of that, you’re just a conflicted person, not a bad person.” Connor doesn’t know how long it has been since Tommy hurt him. For Tommy or for him, but Connor cannot exist in this life able to hold a grudge. Tommy has fallen quiet. “Um. And uh, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“Oh. Thank you, Connor.”

Connor turns back to his empty house. “Actually I need to go get a bed.”

And then Connor is alone.

Not gone, just alone. Tommy has left. Connor doesn’t understand why he’s like this. He doesn’t often let it get to him, but he feels like he’s seen so many people lately, none of them people he had truly been able to rely on. He likes Tommy, he does, but he misses Schlatt. He misses those times in his life, and he doesn’t know when or how he will get them back.

He feels like he should have run into Schlatt by now. It scares him to think he hasn’t had Schlatt in his life more than he has had him there, to think maybe he’s run out of time with his partner.

The way he figures it, from his side of things at least, he’d brought JSchlatt back from the dead, and then he’d been dead again, and then a ghost, and then alive again. Connor must have figured out necromancy to some extent. He didn’t feel like he’d done it yet, but he must figure it out eventually. Nothing stayed dead for him. Eventually he’ll end up in better times.

#dreamoirezine #my writing #connoreatspants #this project was so cool to work on!!

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sammypersaud · 11 months ago

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THE BASICS

Name: Samar Persaud.

Nicknames: Sammy, Sam.

Gender: cis Male, He/Him.

Occupation: Sanitation Worker (Garbage Man), Junk Builder.

Age: Thirty-Two.

Birthday: December 15th, 1992.

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius.

Location: Bighorn Hills, Providence Peak, Colorado.

Birthplace: Providence Peak, Colorado.

Orientation: Bisexual, Biromantic.

THE PHYSIQUE

Eye Color: Brown.

Natural Hair Color: Black.

Height: 6′ 0″.

Body Type: Muscular.

Allergies: None.

Dominant Hand: Right.

Tattoos: Probably some kind of dumb tattoo for @ingridlczano (still pending tho).

Piercings: None.

THE INTRODUCTION

Samar Persaud was lucky early in life; born to two loving parents in a single family home in a quiet neighborhood, with a tall tree overlooking their backyard where he spent hot summer evenings pretending to be a rock climber or a knight or an astronaut, feeling free to go as far as his dreams would take him, forever supported by his family. That luck, however, was short-lived when his dad found himself without a job when Sammy was just five years old. Suddenly, the tree that had held his dreams when he couldn’t carry them all turned into his reprieve from a household, spending every moment he could sitting up in its branches so he wouldn't have to be at home, a home broken by a system that had been a set up from the very start. Hours that passed by in the day soon became something he counted with the number of beer cans stacked up in the kitchen, able to spell michelob before he could even spell his own name. His mom attempted to pick the family back up with a part-time job, but it wasn’t enough to stop the once loving home from falling into disrepair, both emotionally and physically. When Samar was old enough, he learned how to use a hammer and a drill and fixed the things his father was too drunk to fix. His fixes weren't perfect and often cobbled together by other things he found laying around, materials he got for free after putting in some work under the table for local hardware stores, and items he found on the side of the road on trash day. Growing up with Ingrid Lozano was enough to keep his sanity. She was his safe place to land when his home grew too much to handle, she was the rock that never budged in his life, the stability he craved from a family that would never be able to give that to him again. They found exactly what they needed in each other, a semblance of a home they never had. Their friendship eventually bled into more and inevitably, they found themselves bouncing from on to off and back again over most arguments that never really meant a thing when it came down to it, yet both were too stubborn to knock it off. They knew a fight never meant forever though, their comfort in one another running far too deep to call their friendship quits. With her support and unsolicited opinions, he eventually purchased a few acres of land in Bighorn Hills with a house that needed more fixes than his childhood home did and a barn that was empty and full of promise, eventually something he filled with the treasures he would find on the side of the street, sitting out for free, during his early morning garbage shifts. He'd take anything he could find home, storing it until he found the right pieces to fit together, and creating something new out of it. He taught himself how to built, weld, and put together the tiniest, most confusing parts of virtually any machine. On Saturdays in the summer, he can be found at the farmer's market with a stall proudly displaying these secondhand pieces he managed to give a new life to.

THE HEADCANONS

Sam has one cat, a giant orange tabby named Poppy, who enjoys roaming his acres of land, will typically live inside during the winter, and will come and go through an open window in the summer. She enjoys lounging in the barn in her cat bed that he made for her while he's working on new furniture pieces. Unsure of what to do with acres of land and having no intention of becoming a farmer (yet), Samar planted a boatload of flowers across an acre and allows whoever to come pick their own flowers, offering a u-pick option or prepicked bouquets in a little stand near the entrance to the field. The only rule is to leave flowers for others and don't harm the bees that may be around the flowers. He still drives a messy, beaten up pick up truck from the early 2000s that used to be his dad's before the man became too far gone to drive it. He repairs it when it needs to be repaired, but it's generally been trusty for most of his life. This man collects vintage Coleman camping items like his life depends on it. Anytime he sees some on the side of the street, it's the holy grail for him. Sam cleans it up, restores whatever is necessary, and it gets to continue to live on during his camping trips. He plays the banjo. 100% serious. He found one on the side of street once with a bunch of free stuff, repaired and refurbished it, and now it's a gorgeous instrument that he plays around campfires and whenever someone asks to hear it (or doesn't, he's a unsolicited banjo player sorry in advance).

#providence.intro #introduction — samar persaud

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weird-dere-writes · 1 year ago

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Alright you know why I'm here! Ichidere college au lore let's go!

Wooooooooo!!!! 💃🏾✨

More Ichidere lore in the College Byakujas universe >:))))))

I like to think that after that time he was kind enough to help me look for you when I was lost, I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. I could be doing just the most mundane thing and he will pop into my head. Even more so than before when I was simply crushing from afar.

I will be brushing my teeth and his voice will pop into my head and then I’ll accidentally make myself gag. I will be filling my car up with gas and start thinking about how he walked me off campus after I gave you your thing, and then I will have spent a little more money than intended when i come to and look at the little screen on the pump. Casually eating lunch and thinking about how stronk his arm looked when he raised it to scratch the back of his head and I bite my tongue about it and sob cus OW MY TONGUE.

Like I have only experienced the man for at most a couple hours that one day but I am an entire mess lmao.

Quite licherally spinning him around on a rotisserie in my brain and I cannot control it.

AUGH and when you let me know and you Byakuya have noticed my fondness for him I am lowkey bashful when I’m with you guys going around campus. Cus I feel like y’all are always looking and me and wondering if I am looking to see Ichigo (which I might be sometimes, but y’all don’t have to know!!).

Now I am just casually hanging around the school even though I haven’t started attending yet. But! With you and Byakkun’s help I have started the process of applying. Because it’s a little late, I’m unsure if I’ll make it in but my fingers are crossed! Would be cool to graduate the same year as (what is hopefully) my college sweetheart like the bestie and her Byakkun 🫶🏾.

Ichigo also thinks about our first time meeting from time to time, though nowhere near as much as me since he actually has stuff to focus on with his internship and prepping for his first grad year starting soon.

Specifically he thinks about how I was almost about to cry when he found me. Like you said, he’s polite! So he didn’t say anything then. He was glad he was able to get along well with me and help out to make those watery eyes go away. Sometimes tho he finds himself wondering if he’ll see me around on campus again by chance. He hopes if he does that I’m not so upset.

He doesn’t like to see anyone sad, but he felt something a little different when he thought about me specifically. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because I was your friend? And you were sort of an extension of his mentor Byakuya to him?

One time he’s working with Byakuya on something. And it’s on something a little more to do with your expertise. As you’re drafting up a little paper to help Byakuya you realize because of my Psych degree I might be able to help with a part you’re a little unsure about. We were hanging out at your house at the time having a little sleepover, so I was also able to write some notes of my own on the sheet.

Byakuya brought it with for the project. Ichi knows Byakuya’s handwriting, so he figures he didn’t write this reference page they were both looking at from time to time. He asks who did, to be told that the purple ink is in your handwriting, and that the pink ink is mine.

Byakkun goes back to working but Ichigo is looking at the paper for a moment, blinking to himself. When Byakkun steps away, Ichi is lightly stroking places where my handwriting is. He thought my writing was pretty…

Lmao also thinking about if something goes wrong with Ichi’s car, so you end up volunteering me as his ride and i wanna KILL U CUS HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME!! IM NOT MENTALLY PREPARED FOR THIS PLS 😭. At first it’s a lot of the three of us (me, you, n Ichi in the back). But then you start making moves. Insisting Ichi sits in the front with me (“Oh I just need to go through my bag and it might get messy!”). And then eventually you just yeet all together and start getting rides with Byakuya, leaving me ALONE. And you’re smirking about it but I am a WRECK cus I’m so silly about him HELP. This point is when he and I exchange numbers since we no longer have you as a middle person.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Your matchmaking is VICIOUS but i know it’s out of love lmao <333333.

#man that is a lot of thought i just barfed out #lol #ichidere #ft #byakujas ⛵️💛#burnishedcrown 🌸#jas n twy's college au 🎓#twy’s inbox 💌

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aintlaced · 3 months ago

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nov25 2024 .. drink hella water. thats all i really have to say for now

nov24 2024. posted up at the studio. working on instrumentals. lifes been chill lately. appreciate all the love sent my way. appreciate the presence of god in my life. don't hmu now. Mala u know I'm here for u. new videos dropping soon. fr I drop videos for my family , my real family, my team .. I drop videos bc it is nice to record and voice how I"m feeling. haters think i'm doing it for clout.. nah people just like to hear a story. tbh i'm doing it so the ppl who love me, the people who respect, and actually listen maybe can get something from my content. my knowledge is at work every day, even when im sleep. no point hoarding information.

nov 20 2024. cleaned up my credits. check them out. working on the label, communicating w the team. spent some time w my dad which is cool asf and funny the 19th is 'intl mens day' we hit dunkin donuts. its that fograttle weather out. chillin on my lonesome fr. been working on demos and still trying to find time to upload them fr. perfecting the masters fr.. probably dropping a dj set mix sometime and then i've got like 3 eps coming out next year. the one ep is all material from 2018-2021 ..

nov 13 2024. no matter what just remember you have a gift. focus on that even if you are dealing with doubt from familiar people.. through the years that is one thing i’ve noticed. even if you try to distract yourself or take time away from what u know ur meant to do eventually those other things won’t work out. just stay on ur path and be grateful for the one or two friends you have even if it is just online. if you have no friends be happy there is an artist you probably have a connection with.

music has been chill. working on the label a lot. fck the noise may have an official release in 2024 and same with bless. Feel like bc they was recorded so long ago maybe I should just drop them as a single or EP together. really trying to work on a new EP so I've gotta get that record out its been years. For the record, I'm more focused on indie dance and like edm. I'm unsure how the old vocal demos will cross into that but whatever.

shout out everyone who been fw me since last tour. things got kinda crazy in 2022, 2023 for sure. I don't write here much yet I should.

oct 10 2024. working on developing this page as a blog. i realize now that people without facebook can’t see my page. im sure everyone has facebook at this point tho right?? well whatever.

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whoretan · 3 years ago

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ARK 45 | 01

Summary: Actions have consequences and when your boss Jimin lets you know you'll be working undercover at ARK 45 for no other than Jeon Jungkook, you feel as though you've gotten yourself into something that will eventually get you killed.

WC: 4.4k

Play me while you read.

Pairing: Club Owner/Mafia!Jungkook, Hitman!Reader

Genre: Dark Romance, Angst and Smut (Eventual)

Chapters: 1 (ur here) | 2

Warning: undercover working as stripper, reader has done some fucked up things and will witness much worse, graphic and explicit themes, trauma is ur new best friend, people will die and there is a lot of betrayal, but at least it'll have some good porn, right?, reader is badass tho

“Do you work here?”

Your eyes lul over from the desktop to a redhead with a face full of freckles. Pretty? Sure. Dumb as hell? Apparently.

Your eyebrows knit at the question, unsure if she really asked you that, given the fact that you’re sitting at the receptionist's desk. You can’t help the amused tug of your lips when you say, “What does it look like, cupcake?”

Redhead apparently does not appreciate your question because her nose immediately scrunches as she scowls. With a huff and a roll of her dark brown eyes, she points to the ‘Employee’s Only’ door to your right. Your brows lift and you look behind at the black doors then back to her.

“Is Jimin in today?”

Now, you’re intrigued. You plant your chin on your palm, which rests on the surface of the glass desk, and grin, “And how do you know Jimin works here?”

Her face flashes and the red hue of her cheek instantly pale. Looks like Jimin didn’t give Little Miss Sunshine the notice that she shouldn’t be here without an appointment, asking stupid questions that could get her killed.

“I-“

You cut Redhead off because it looks like she’s about to cry and you’re not in the mood to listen to her whining. Besides, it’s ten in the morning and you clocked in an hour ago for fucks sake.

Lifting your pointer finger toward Redhead, you grab the receiver to your right and press number one— Jimin’s office.

It rings once, before a familiar deep voice answers, “I’m listening.”

“There’s a pretty Redhead standing right in front of me asking to see you, isn’t that interesting?”

Jimin sighs, mumbles a few explicit words, and finally says, “Bring her to my office.”

Looks like Redhead does know Jimin.

Your grin grows wider, and when you meet Redhead's gaze she suddenly spins around. You hang up on your Boss with a murmur and by the time you place the phone back into its original spot, Redhead’s gripping the handle to the exit.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Your words hold no malice, but the message is there. She will regret walking out now that she’s made her presence known. Now that you’ve seen her face.

Redhead halts, body unmoving for a solid few seconds before retreating from the glass. When she turns back to face you, her cheeks burn a bright red which matches her hair delightfully. Her lip quirks inward as she sucks on it using her teeth, and you somewhat feel bad.

Her fuck up will either result in her miraculously walking out of the office, or not. Simple. Once you walk her through the doors, she’s no longer your problem.

Yet, you can’t help but feel intrigued. Why would a girl like her come here? What made her grow the balls to show up to a place like this alone and unannounced? She knows Jimin, but so do the hundreds of others that flock to his side like insects.

“What’s your name?” The question leaves your lips before you can stop the wandering thought.

Her gaze lingers on yours, she releases her bottom lip and looks to the carpet. “Miranda Ricci.”

Instinctively, your finger taps the glass, long nails clicking against the surface at the familiar name. She’s here about Richard Ricci, the man you killed four days ago. An old, sleazy fuck that’d been meddling with Jimin’s shipments in the Terrero Region. The shit-bag had it coming.

Jimin even had the courtesy of sending you out a month prior as a warning. Senior Ricci had too much pride though, and it was exhilarating draining every ounce of it out of his body.

You wonder if she knows her best friend ratted Daddy out to Jimin.

Not like she’d ever find about that.

So, like any good secretary would, you stand from your desk, and motion toward the black door. As Miranda approaches you, you place your hand on the small of her back and lean in, “Don’t say anything that’ll get you killed, darling.”

She tenses under your hold indicating your message was heard loud and clear.

“So?” You ask as you push open one of the double doors leading to Jimin’s office.

About two minutes ago, Redhead ran out of the black door with tears streaming down her freckled face. She didn’t even bother to spare you a glance on her way out.

Jimin’s sat at his desk with his head bent over the top of his chair.

He groans.

Someone’s unhappy. But then again, if the daughter of a crime boss you ordered to have murdered came into your office you’d be irritated too.

“She’ll do it.”

You plop onto one of the leather couches in the middle of his obnoxiously large office and scarf down the Dunkin Donut’s jelly-filled donut you Uber’d.

“So what’s the problem?”

Swallowing down the drier-than-expected donut, you peer over to Jimin who’s lifted his head to look at you. There’s a twinge of concern etched on his pretty face and your stomach flips because when Jimin’s concerned, there’s a fucking problem.

Jimin’s eyes blaze and he crosses his feet in front of him. “She wants to know who killed her father.”

Well, that could be a potential problem.

You tilt your head and smile, pretending like the statement doesn’t phase you in the slightest.

“You think she’ll try to have me killed?”

Jimin breaks his gaze, looking over toward his shelves of books. He’s deep in thought, most likely weighing out the options you two have. If it’s worth the potential risk of admitting that his secretary killed her father, or simply lying. Either way, Redhead will convince her brother to get rid of all of the shipments coming from Terrero.

“I do.”

You can’t help but glare at Jimin. Even though the answer is expected, hearing the words leave his mouth leaves you grinding your teeth.

You’d kill the bitch before she even gets the chance to tell her brother who’d murdered their sweet little Daddy, hell— you’ll drop off a letter with every single fucking detail.

“I need you to spy on them.”

Your eyes turn to slits, and you bite at the inside of your cheek. Spy on one of the most influential Mob families in New York? They have undercover agents, security, and influence from every fucking corner to alley. It’s like Jimin wants you to die.

“More importantly, on Jungkook.”

The sound of Jungkook’s name piques your interest. The stepson of Richard Ricci. Jungkook’s biological mother married Richard after immigrating from Korea, who’d given his stepson half of his businesses, letting him run drug transactions disguised in form of clubs.

The corner of Jimin’s lip tugs upward and you chuckle because he’s challenging you. Pushing you past what could very well be your limits. What might just finally get you killed.

You lick your lips, tasting the sweetness left over from the donut. You suck on your bottom lip between your teeth, unable to stop the smile from forming on your face. “And how exactly do you want me to do that?”

Jimin’s mischievous eyes hold yours. You’re not going to like his answer and he knows it.

He runs a fingertip over his bottom lip as he assesses his words, their weight, and how you’ll react.

“You’ll work at ARK 45.”

You snort, then puff out a breath, completely baffled, “You want me to work at his strip club?”

“I need you to,” he says flatly.

“And if he recognizes my face?”

He glares at you because the question is stupid and you almost turn away from embarrassment because you’re being irrational.

“No one knows your face, Viper.”

Your eyes hold his, clenching your jaw, and the air crackles between you both.

Jimin rarely uses the name, like it’s been forbidden from his tongue. But it reminds you of who you are. Not a receptionist, but a weapon which he yields at will.

You blink and your Boss’s eyes flash with sympathy, as though you’d gotten yourself into something that will eventually kill you.

You swallow, tear your gaze away, and walk from the couch without another look back. You don’t want to think about what will come out of this.

ARK 45 pulses with slow-paced, sensual music. The walls drum with vibration and the street thuds beneath your stilettos with each passing beat. You inhale sharply, taking in the red hue illuminating from the grand windows fifty floors above you.

“Name?” The bouncer asks, giving you one solid look from head to toe.

You peer at the man who’s holding a clipboard with what you guess is a list of names. Jungkook doesn’t like strangers entering his territory. He thrives on keeping his enemies under his radar.

The bouncer wears black-rimmed sunglasses regardless of the fact that it’s well past midnight and the dragon tattoo snaking its way up from his nail into the shadows beneath his shirt convinces you he does more than just play security. He’s attractive even with the grays in his beard and the wrinkles around his mouth that give his age away.

“Joanna Webb,” you lie, providing him with the name Jimin fabricated for you.

He nods and quickly flips through the pages, skimming down the list of what feels like ten thousand names. He then grabs the pen that's lodged into his ear and presses it between his lips, leaving the cap between the folds. He writes something down and nods towards the two glass doors.

With a quick thanks, you push past him and head toward the entrance. The two doors are completely transparent, except for the large black handles, the left with a number four and the right with a five.

The first floor of ARK 45 serves as a receptionist area, and if it wasn’t for the three grand chandeliers that hang from the ceiling that conceal the painted ARK 45 in red bold letters, you’d mistake it for any other lobby of an overpriced hotel.

The real action comes fifty floors above, where the core of ARK 45 sits.

The bar turned Strip Club after ten is Jungkook’s main event. What draws people into the ARK 45 is its enticing women and mysterious owner.

To everyday people, Jeon Jungkook is a young multi-millionaire who built his clubbing empire without using the aid of his Daddy. A single bachelor that has girls from all backgrounds coming to try out for a position at his club, for a single glimpse of him.

To others— people like you and Jimin— Jungkook is a pest. A menace with a presence too large for the entirety of New York. Killing his father was a pinch in his ass, nothing more. Truthfully, he’s probably happy the fucker is dead.

Jimin had you kill Richard as a warning to Jungkook.

Because Jungkook runs the shipments from Terrero, not his father.

Because Jungkook decided to keep them running even after Jimin warned him not to.

Jungkook will kill you after he finds out you slaughtered his father. Not because he loved Daddy dearest, but because you ruptured his ego, his pride, and tested his territory.

He’ll kill you as a warning to others to not fuck with the Jeon name.

Luckily for you, no one bats an eye at Jimin’s secretary. Which makes your job eerily easier.

You saunter toward the elevators and press the metal button to your left, it glows red as the elevator hauls down to you. The elevator doors slide open, revealing an empty box with mirrors on all sides.

Momentarily, you take a good look at the red cocktail dress Jimin had delivered to your apartment. The way it clings to all your curves, hugs your body in the right corners without making it feel like you’re suffocating beneath the cotton. He knows what kind of man Jungkook is, what he likes on women, and what he doesn’t. The attached note of, “Wear this, and nothing else. Love, Jimin” confirmed your assumption.

The doors begin to slide inward before you’d stepped in and with a quickened step you squeeze past the closing doors and heave a sigh. You glance at the columns of numbers and linger on the ‘P.O’ at the very top, the button to Jungkook’s office.

Which is most definitely guarded by security.

Huffing, you press the number fifty and watch it erupt with light. The elevator thuds and then proceeds up. You watch the numbers increase, from one to ten, twenty, thirty, forty, till the elevator dings and the wave of music hits you like a tsunami.

It’s louder— way louder— than outside and your ears pop as you step out of the elevator. ARK 45 is well known for its exclusivity. The walls are painted a dark brown, and the booths are designed into the walls, making the space feel intimate. The stage is in the center of the room, with a single spotlight shining down on it and an array of diamonds and jewels hanging from threads. Every booth has a girl assigned to it, and VIP has two girls with a separate area on a loft to the corner of the club. Attached to the loft are booths that hang from different areas in the upper walls, giving its special guests a view unlike any other.

It’s packed to the brim with men hungrily eyeing the workers, their exposed breasts, and petite frames. The sensual rhythm pumps through your ears and as you make way through the floor your heels vibrate. It smells like vanilla with a hinge of musk which is predominantly radiating from the men.

You scope the area, and your eyes fall onto a dip in the wall where the mirror in the walls deflects the booming lights ever so slightly. There are two-way mirrors on the upstairs floor.

Men like Jungkook need control— crave it, and you can bet your life that his office is located at the very top, overlooking the guests as if he were God.

Below one of the panels lights pulses a red ‘LADIES ONLY’ sign.

You make your way through the main floor, avoiding the lingering gazes from the men sitting at the tables which are scattered throughout the floor. The last thing you need right now is to draw attention to yourself, unwanted attention specifically.

Without much thought, you push the door open and are met with girls sitting at vanities fixing their makeup, hair, or outfits. Some are half naked, or entirely, while others wear burlesque type of outfits, big feathers and all.

Blinking, your eyes adjust to the white light that contrasts the dark red in the main area of the club. You stand there like an idiot, but they pay you no mind, too enticed in the music and the atmosphere of the club to worry about someone entering the dressing room.

“You’re late.”

You spin and an older woman with brown hair and red lipstick scowls in your direction.

Here goes nothing.

“I need to speak to Jungkook,” you say.

Her lips purse and she eyes your silhouette before sighing, “You have fifteen before you need to be on the stage.”

You nod and she points in a direction to the right. With another turn, you walk away and head toward another door. After pushing through, there’s a staircase and two more doors with white letters that read “Showers” and “Lockers”.

Stairs it is.

You look over your shoulder and peek through the circular hole before booking it up the stairs.

Confused, and completely lost you feel a tinge of disgust in your sloppiness.

You’re not thinking properly. You stormed into the dressing room, lied and now you’re standing at the edge of a door that you don’t even know leads to Jungkook’s office.

Your hand hovers over the wood, and you’re unsure if you should knock or walk the fuck away.

Jimin sent you to the Lion’s Den and you’re lost for the first time in your life.

You kill. That’s your job. To kill, mercilessly and selfishly. Not to play dress-up and dance on a pole for the same men you torture daily.

You turn away, ready to walk down the stairs and out of the club when you remember Miranda. She’s searching for you, so is Jungkook, and when they find you they’ll end you. They’ll do everything in their power to make sure the Viper hangs from a noose outside of ARK 45.

Are you willing to risk everything you’ve worked so hard for because the Jeon’s need their ego fed?

You wipe the perspiration from your forehead. When you look at your hand, you glimpse at the cut beneath your thumb, the one Richard managed before you slit his throat. Your temples pound in sync with your increasing heartbeat.

To hell with Miranda and Jungkook.

With a wicked turn, you gouge at the handles and force the doors open. Swinging in full force as a bull would, you’re prepared to meet the gaze of Jeon Jungkook but you’re met with nothing.

It’s empty.

You look around the over-the-top luxurious office. It’s ridiculous, with a 180-degree view of the dance floor, the fucker can see everything happening downstairs. It has a large lounge area with a fully stocked bar and leather stools that line up the front of the conference table area. You even notice a hallway with a private bathroom and an extra door.

You step forward, nearing the desk by the wall.

You’ll kill him.

“What are you doing in my office?”

Your heart thumps against your chest with the speed of light and it almost hurts. Breathe, Jesus fucking Christ breathe. You’re the Viper. You’re used to situations where you’re caught off guard, where you risk your life for the “greater good” as Jimin jokes.

So why the fuck are you paralyzed?

You turn and you see the Grim Reaper himself.

The man—undoubtedly Jeon Jungkook is tall, well built, and dark.

He’s wearing a black suit, perfectly tailored. It compliments the tan accompanying his throat and tattooed hands. His black hair, shorter in the front with longer ends frames the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen.

Jungkook’s dark eyes are narrowed to slits. His straight brows, the small bump to his nose, and the flawless curve of his lips are all enhanced by the metal ring pierced into its corners.

His eyes roam over you, taking in every detail. But his features remain motionless, and in all your years you’d never seen such coldness in a human face.

You’re staring at him open-mouthed, frozen in horror as if you hadn’t murdered his father a week ago and enjoyed every fucking second of it. His mere presence has reduced you to a shell of who you truly are.

It feels like twenty minutes have passed. The silence ticks by, and he cocks an eyebrow up, amused by your reaction.

Finally your voice rasps out, “Job. I’m here for a job.”

“You’re here for a job?” He questions as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever been asked.

“Is that a problem?” Your voice rises, the edge of hysteria sharp as barded wire.

He tucks his hands into his pockets and laughs, perfectly straight teeth on full display. His laugh echos tauntingly in your head and your patience hangs on a loose thread.

“I don’t just hire anyone, sweetheart. My girls are top of the fucking top,” he muses.

You blink.

“I am the top of the top.” The words are out of your mouth before you could stop them, instantly wishing you could reach out and take them back.

The last time you danced publicly was ten years or so ago. At a Christmas Recital, your parents forced you to participate in. And the last time you stepped foot into a Strip Club was when you had to lodge a knife between the owner's eyes.

Jungkook takes a small step forward and as if you’re the same poles of a magnet, you take one step back.

He removes one hand from his pocket and a glint of amusement stirs in his eyes as if you’d just performed a trick that entertained him. Your stomach churns and you can’t stomach the sinking feeling that you did not want to be Jeon Jungkook’s personal entertainment for the night. And an even stronger feeling that you already are.

Jimin said this would be easy. Walk in, shake your ass a little here and there and you’d get the job. Yet here you are standing a mere foot away from the one man he said to stay away from completely engulfed by his presence.

“What’s your name, darling?”

You gulp, and the name Jimin gave you runs in mismatched pairs in your brain. Jocelyn? Jaclyn? Jacky? Think.

An odd thumping begins in your chest as Jungkook’s gaze falls down onto your body once again. Joan, Joanelle, Joanna.

Joanna.

It’s Joanna.

“Joanna.” The name is foreign on your tongue, but, Jungkook’s face remains emotionless.

His eyes narrow on your stilettos. “And you think I’d hire you, Joanna?” He drawls the last syllable of the name and his heavy gaze travels upward eventually meeting yours.

Your eyes burn from the intensity. How can the face of an angel have the eyes of a blackhole?

Too afraid to tear away from the darkness pulling you toward him. You nod, slowly.

“Dance for me.”

You stare at him, probably looking dumbfounded as hell. He nods his head toward the chairs beside you.

“I-“

“You want the job, don’t you? How else would you get it besides impressing me?” A frightening smirk lifts his lips and he approaches you.

His dress shoes are heavy against the wooden panels of the floor and you’re cemented to the floor. Unable to move an inch.

You’ll have to dance for him.

Your heart pounds so loudly you think it’ll rip from your ribcage.

You don’t even know if you can dance.

Something caresses your skin and when you stare at the finger, Jungkook’s seated in the chair directly beside you. During your daze, he must’ve turned on the speakers because a Weeknd song you recognize vibrates the room, consuming you.

Imma care for you, you, you…

Your eyes fix on Jungkook once more, on his cold, malicious and painfully beautiful face.

Jungkook’s head cocks to the side and so does a strand of his hair, following the axis of his body with haunting motion. Every instinct in your body is keeping to run away from him, fuck Jimin’s plans and reap his rath as punishment later.

But Jungkook’s hand envelopes your wrist and you swallow the saliva that’s gathered in your mouth and step in front of him.

You make it look like it’s magic.

Jungkook’s hand slides from your wrist to the top of the armrest. His dark eyes remained locked with yours and in your life, you’ve never been as frozen as you are right now. It has everything to do with his cold touch, face, and demeanor. This must be what it feels like to have your soul ripped out by the Grim Reaper.

He’s going to eat you alive.

Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you…

Your heart soars with explosive fireworks when Jungkook opens his legs, giving you the access to his lap.

He’s expecting a lap dance.

As if noticing your hesitation, he says, “You can always suck my cock.“

Your finger twitches and the unnerving ease in his manner of speech sends your throat into anaphylaxis.

You have to dance.

I’m never confused.

You shake your head, and inch into the space between Jungkook’s legs. You’ll kill Jimin for this, rip his balls out and serve them on a platter. Right now though, you have to dance.

Hey, hey. I’m so used to being used.

You spin around, because if you have to look into those scorching eyes for another moment you’ll surely pass out. It’s easier facing his desk, facing a blank wall.

So I love when you call unexpected, cause I hate when the moments expected.

Using your heels as leverage, you sway your to the rhythm of The Weeknd’s voice. His soft words coursing your ears, guiding you through this torture.

Your hands find their way to the back of your thighs, grazing the exposed skin ever so slightly before proceeding to your ass. You linger at the shell of your asscheeks, and you use your index fingers to carve out the shape of them.

So imma care for you, you, you…

There’s warmth on your hip, and you try to steady your breath after realizing Jungkook’s using his hands to guide your hips lower and lower. You allow him because rationality is out of the window at this point, you lost it the second you stepped foot into this cell.

Cause girl you’re perfect, always worth it, and you deserve it, the way you work it.

It’s like your ass collides with a wall. Jungkook’s hard muscles tense beneath you and you grind yourself into him. Into the darkness that’s consuming you from every possible angle.

The warmth of Jungkook’s body sends shivers down your spine, and the way both of his hands are now gripping your hips, ushering you to glide back and forth on his erect cock. You��re grinding against him, feeling the thick swell of his cock pressed between your clothed ass.

“Get off,” he growls into your ear.

The trance you’d put yourself in lifts and you blink repeatedly as Jungkook pulls you off his lap.

When you’re back onto your feet, you spin and Jungkook’s eyes blaze darker than you’d ever seen them.

He was— is hard.

What’s the problem?

The sweet melody of The Weeknd comes to a close and you finally take notice of the remote on the armrest.

Jungkook stands and there’s no space between you now. His face is inches from yours, bodies so close that his heat and yours radiate in one continuous loop, feeding the tornado brewing.

He wets his lips, his features dissolving the lust present seconds ago.

“I don’t hire whores.”

And with those words, he pushes past you and walks the fuck away.

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Star Swap, thinking about how long it'd take before people found out.

Jotaro in Josuke's place is definitely the fastest to be found out. He does not know how to do the hair. He doesn't even know TO do the hair. Tomoko's clued into something being wrong FUCKING IMMEDIATELY and, especially given how Jotaro's going to respond to her, she's not going to let it rest till she figures it out. And then older Jotaro arrives and uhhhh yeah he's going to recognize the familiar Angst

Josuke in Jotaro's place, honestly unsure. Holly's observant, and would notice right away, but I don't know how much she'd push it, if at all, and then she gets sick, and Joseph, while super observant, hasn't seen Jotaro in a while to be able to have a baseline. I think Josuke would want to tell people, but there's so much going on that nobody can really focus on figuring it out or deciding who/how to tell.

Nobody knew Giorno well enough to tell prior to part 5. It's all down to if Joseph chooses to tell anyone. And honestly... He might. Trish especially, he might as a way of sharing his own experiences to let her know she's not alone in feeling lost and homesick and in over her head.

Giorno's going to try and hide it. Erina and Speedwagon will notice something's up, but not push enough to figure it out. And Giorno's a good actor. Maybe he'll tell Suzie or Caesar some of it eventually, but... It'd be hard for him.

Jolyne, uh. Dio figures out That's Not Jonathan immediately but it's shortly before he used the mask so he's not seen any supernatural shit yet and is supremely confused. He wouldn't know how it happened or how to respond at ALL. And George might take it as a rebellious phase or some shit, given that he's distracted by being poisoned. I could see her telling Erina once she shows up though.

Jonathan has a month at best before he's forced to tell someone. He does not know how to deal with periods in Jolyne's body. He was raised by a single father in the late 1800s. He's going to have to ask Hermes or someone for help, and probably explain why he doesn't know, and thus where/when he's from, in the process. And honestly he probably wanted to tell someone early on, but was taking a minute to settle in and try not to upset his presumed descendant's life and then he got framed and the chaos and he didn't know who to trust at first- he's glad to tell someone.

YESSSSSSSSS

Out of all the Jojo’s, Jotaro is the most fucked about keeping this secret. The morning he wakes up it doesn’t matter what he does, Tomoko is going to be on him in an instant and he has no chance whatsoever at keeping the body swap a secret. Honestly Tomoko might connect the pieces pretty quick and could even confront him in a “who are you and what have you done with my son” way within a day or two of “Josuke” acting off. On the plus side Josuke doesn’t seem to have had….. really any friends prior to Diamond so that’ll make things a bit easier at least.

Thing are DEFINITELY going to be awkward between Tomoko and Jotaro tho. He’ll explain the situation as best he can, but there isn’t much he can offer beyond theories and giving a more in depth explanation of his admittedly limited knowledge about Stands. Both are struggling to figure out What The Fuck Do We Do, but they’d probably end up working together. Admittedly things are still tense, and it only gets worse when 4taro shows up, doubly so when he learns this kid is apparently his grandfather’s bastard son.

(also I can definitely see Jotaro calling Holly at some point. He doesn’t say anything, but just hearing her voice on the other end of the receiver, hearing proof that she was still alive…… it took a weight off his shoulders)

And your thoughts are basically the same as mine when it comes to Josuke. Holly would definitely realize something was wrong, but she wouldn’t have time to tell anybody because of the Stand Sickness. There would also be an added layer to Josuke’s panic because He Can’t Fix This, and seeing her illness from a Stand would ironically remind him of his own sickness when he was a boy. At least the Crusaders have a healer now?

Joseph…… that’s a tricky one. Nobody knows him so they’d have no reason to even suspect anything. Telling Trish would be an interesting idea, but there is also the chance that he just. Never does. Parts of his story yes, mentioning the Pillarmen and his experiences possibly, implying time travel MAYBE, but he might not mention the “I might be possessing a 15 year old’s body”

For Giorno, while he’d definitely be able to get away with it on Air Supplena, Speedwagon and Erina are going to notice immediately. They might be hesitant to push in the beginning because Joseph growing that withdrawn could be seen as something having happened emotionally, but I think eventually they’d put together the pieces that this isn’t their grandson

Jolyne in Jonathan’s body……. That’s going to be pure fucking gold. She does not take ANY of Dio’s shit. Also, I really like the idea of her telling Erina. After all…… she isn’t the man Erina loves, she’s merely inhabiting his body. It would feel wrong to take advantage of her in such a way, especially because of how genuine those feelings seem to be. And Dio figuring it out himself is just 🤌

And Jonathan. Poor, poor Jonathan. Out of everyone he’s going to have easily the hardest time adjusting. And what if the thing with Hermes is just his absolute breaking point. He’s tired and confused and now he’s bleeding and everything hurts and he just wants to go home, so when Hermes asks hims what’s wrong everything just comes crashing down

And Hermes….. was not at all expecting this. Sure ‘Jolyne’ was a little weird, but she’d just chalked that up to that just being how she was, that that was just her personality. But this? Forceful time travel into a body that didn’t belong to them??? Yeah that wasn’t ANYWHERE on the list

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