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A Soft Place

In a post-Rumbling world, where the threat of Titans no longer looms, Vanessa Sinclair finds herself living a quiet life, working at her family’s bakery in Wall Rose. Curvy and self-conscious, Vanessa has always faded into the background, overshadowed by her more outgoing friends. But everything changes when Captain Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, begins visiting the bakery regularly. What starts as a simple exchange of tea and pastries quickly evolves into something more. Levi, drawn to her quiet strength and beauty, takes Vanessa on a journey that forces her to confront her insecurities, while learning that sometimes, what lies beneath the surface is more than enough. {Levi x Plus Sized OC}

Chapter Twenty Six

The next few days were nothing short of covert operations for Robin and Emma. Armed with their newfound mission from Levi, they were determined to find out Vanessa’s ring size without tipping her off. However, the challenge was greater than they initially thought. Vanessa wasn’t someone who wore a lot of rings, which made getting her size a bit tricky. But that didn’t deter Robin and Emma. In fact, it only made them more creative.

One morning, as they prepped the bakery for another busy day, Robin shot a glance at Vanessa, who was kneading dough at the counter, completely unaware of the scheming going on behind her. Emma gave Robin a small nod, silently signaling that now was as good a time as any to put their plan into motion.

“So, Ness,” Robin began casually, her voice light and breezy as she wiped her hands on her apron. “We’ve been talking... and Emma and I were thinking about getting friendship rings.”

Vanessa, who was focused on shaping a loaf of bread, looked up, eyebrows raised. “Friendship rings? Isn’t that a little... I don’t know, high school?”

Emma immediately jumped in, playing her role perfectly. “Oh, come on! It’s cute. We can get matching gold bands, or maybe something with a small charm. Plus, you know, we’ve been best friends for so long. I think it’d be nice.”

Vanessa narrowed her eyes slightly, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Friendship rings, huh? You two sure you’re not secretly dating?”

Robin let out a laugh, her tone playful. “As much as I love Emma, I think we’d kill each other if we were a couple.”

Emma shot Robin a mock glare. “Rude. But anyway, I thought we could get something simple, like those gold bands that are trendy right now. What��s your ring size, Ness? We can all get matching ones.”

Vanessa blinked, a little taken aback by the sudden question. “My ring size?” She paused, her brow furrowing. “I don’t really know. I don’t wear rings that often.”

Robin pretended to act casual, though inside she was holding her breath. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You don’t wear them much. But come on, Ness! We’ll go to the jeweler and find out. It’s no big deal, really.”

Vanessa looked between them, suspicion starting to flicker in her hazel eyes. “This seems awfully random,” she said slowly, eyeing them both. “You’re acting like this is just a casual thing, but...”

Emma leaned in, feigning innocence. “What? What do you mean? It is casual. Just thought it’d be cute, that’s all. No ulterior motives here, Ness.”

Vanessa narrowed her eyes further, her senses clearly tingling. “I don’t know. You two have been acting a little weird lately.”

“Weird?” Robin echoed, laughing nervously. “We’re just being normal! Come on, Ness. You know us. We’re just trying to be thoughtful.”

Vanessa folded her arms, looking more skeptical by the second. “Thoughtful about rings?”

Emma let out a long, exaggerated sigh and placed a hand on Vanessa’s shoulder. “Okay, okay. Maybe we’ve been a little excited, but honestly, it’s nothing major. You’re just so hard to shop for sometimes. We thought a ring would be something you’d actually keep, you know?”

Vanessa softened slightly at that, though her suspicion hadn’t completely dissipated. “I guess I’ve just been busy with work and all... It’s kind of hard to wrap my head around the idea of friendship rings. But... alright, fine. If it makes you happy, we can go check out the jeweler later.”

Robin and Emma exchanged a quick, victorious glance before turning back to Vanessa with bright smiles. “Great!” Robin said, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. “We’ll go after work, then. And you can find out your ring size while we’re there.”

Vanessa squinted at them again, her mouth pulling into a half-smile. “You two are definitely up to something. But fine, we’ll do it your way.”

…

Later that day, as promised, Robin, Emma, and Vanessa found themselves in the local jewelry shop. Vanessa couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was going on, but for now, she played along, watching as Robin and Emma excitedly pointed out various rings and discussed different styles.

As they reached the counter, the jeweler—a kindly older man who clearly remembered Levi’s visit—greeted them warmly. “Good afternoon, ladies. How can I assist you today?”

Robin grinned widely. “We’d like to see some simple gold bands, maybe something with a small design. Oh, and our friend here needs her ring size measured.”

The jeweler nodded, motioning to Vanessa. “Of course. Step right up, miss, and I’ll measure your finger.”

Vanessa hesitated for a moment but eventually extended her hand. “This is all so weird,” she muttered, giving Robin and Emma a side-eye. “But okay.”

The jeweler carefully measured Vanessa’s ring size, noting it down before showing them a selection of bands. Vanessa barely paid attention to the rings; she was still watching Robin and Emma, trying to figure out their angle.

“Size seven,” the jeweler said finally, marking it down on a small card before handing it to Vanessa. “There you go, miss.”

“Thank you,” Vanessa said politely, tucking the card into her pocket. She turned to her friends, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, so you’ve got my size. Now what?”

Robin beamed, casually brushing off the suspicion in Vanessa’s voice. “Now we know, and we can surprise you later! That’s all, really.”

Vanessa studied them both, still feeling like she was missing something. But before she could press any further, Emma grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the display case, pointing out more rings.

"Look, Ness! These butterfly ones are cute!" Emma said, her voice almost too cheerful.

Vanessa let out a sigh, shaking her head. “You guys are ridiculous.” But despite her skepticism, she couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

…

Later that evening, after they’d returned from the jeweler, Vanessa couldn’t help but reflect on the strange day. She still couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off, but Robin and Emma were good at deflecting her questions. For now, she let it go, assuming it was just one of their usual antics.

Meanwhile, back at Levi’s apartment, the scout captain was deep in thought. He knew Robin and Emma had succeeded in getting Vanessa’s ring size, and now he was mentally preparing himself for the next step—returning to the jeweler to secure the perfect ring.

Everything was falling into place, but as he sat in his quiet living room, Levi felt a familiar tension return. Proposing to Vanessa wasn’t a battle or a mission, but the stakes had never felt higher.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a slow breath. He’d wait for the right moment. He’d make sure everything was perfect for her.

…

The next morning, Levi made his usual visit to the bakery. It had become routine for him—stopping by early to see Vanessa before the crowds picked up. Today, however, there was something slightly different in the air. As he walked toward The Sweet House, he carried a bouquet of fresh flowers for Vanessa, just like he always did. But today, his mind was preoccupied with more than just seeing her smile.

He stepped through the door, the familiar smell of freshly baked bread greeting him. The soft chime of the bell above the door announced his arrival, and immediately, he spotted Vanessa behind the counter, chatting with Robin and Emma as they organized the morning display. She caught his eye almost instantly, her face lighting up when she saw him, though there was a hint of suspicion in her gaze.

Levi walked over, setting the bouquet of flowers on the counter in front of Vanessa. She smiled up at him, but her brow was slightly furrowed. "Good morning, Captain," she greeted, her tone warm but tinged with curiosity. "These are beautiful, thank you."

He gave her a small nod, watching as she leaned in to smell the flowers. "Good morning," he replied, his voice as calm as ever, though inside, he was aware that something felt slightly off. Vanessa was sharp—she’d probably been picking up on the subtle changes in the air over the last few days. He needed to be careful.

As they exchanged a few words, Levi’s sharp eyes caught movement behind Vanessa—Robin and Emma. They were huddled together by the corner of the counter, whispering to each other in what they must have thought was a subtle manner. But to anyone paying attention, it was clear they were up to something.

Vanessa’s gaze flickered between them and Levi, narrowing slightly. "Okay," she said slowly, "what’s going on? You three have been acting... off lately."

Levi’s response was a stoic shrug. "Nothing’s going on."

But Vanessa didn’t look convinced. She turned her attention to Robin and Emma, who had suddenly gone quiet. "Really? You two have been weird since yesterday."

Robin plastered on her most innocent smile, though her eyes darted toward Levi for a split second. "Weird? No way. We’re just... talking about the new pastries we’re planning."

"Yep," Emma chimed in, nodding a bit too enthusiastically. "You know how we are. Always scheming about new recipes and stuff."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Right. Sure."

Levi stood there quietly, observing the interaction. He knew Vanessa was perceptive, and the last thing he wanted was for her to figure out what was going on. Robin and Emma, however, weren’t making it easy—they were terrible at playing it cool.

As Vanessa turned to grab some cups for the tea she was making, Robin seized the opportunity. She nudged Emma, who gave a slight nod, and then, with a quick glance at Vanessa’s back, Robin slid a small piece of paper across the counter toward Levi.

Levi caught the motion out of the corner of his eye and, without breaking his calm exterior, subtly picked up the paper and slid it into his coat pocket.

"Thanks," he muttered under his breath, barely moving his lips as he did so.

Robin gave him a quick thumbs-up, while Emma did her best to look nonchalant, though she was clearly on edge, afraid they might get caught.

Vanessa turned back around just in time to see Emma and Robin acting strangely again. She let out a sigh, crossing her arms. "Okay, seriously. What’s going on? You’re all being suspicious, and I can tell something’s up."

Robin, always quick on her feet, laughed nervously. "Suspicious? Ness, you’re imagining things. We’re just... you know... trying not to mess up in front of Captain Levi. No pressure or anything!"

Emma nodded vigorously, playing along. "Exactly! You know how intimidating he can be. We’re just trying to keep it together."

Vanessa squinted at them, her instincts telling her that something more was at play, but she couldn’t quite figure out what. "Mmmhmm," she murmured, glancing at Levi. "Are you sure nothing weird is going on, Captain?"

Levi met her gaze, his expression perfectly blank, though there was a small flicker of amusement in his eyes. "I’m sure," he replied calmly.

Vanessa looked between the three of them again, but eventually, she let it go—though the suspicion was still there. She turned back to the flowers, plucking a single bloom from the bouquet and twirling it in her fingers. "Alright," she said with a soft sigh, "I guess I’ll just take your word for it... for now."

Robin and Emma exchanged relieved glances, clearly grateful that they hadn’t been caught. They quickly busied themselves with arranging pastries, doing their best to act normal, while Levi stayed near the counter, his eyes flickering toward Vanessa as she worked.

He felt the small piece of paper tucked safely in his pocket, Vanessa’s ring size written down in neat handwriting. Phase two of his plan was complete.

Now, it was only a matter of time.

…

Later, after Vanessa had stepped into the back room to prepare more dough, Levi stood by the counter, his arms crossed as he waited for her to return. Robin and Emma sidled over, eager to check in.

"Did you get it?" Robin whispered, her eyes wide with excitement.

Levi gave a curt nod. "Got it."

Emma exhaled in relief. "Good. I thought we were done for when she started asking questions. She’s way too sharp for her own good."

Robin grinned, clearly pleased with their success. "Now you can go ahead and get the ring. She’ll never know."

Levi shot them both a quick glance. "She almost figured it out."

Emma shrugged. "Well, almost isn’t figuring it out, right? You’re still in the clear."

Robin nodded in agreement, then added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "So, when’s the big moment? Have you figured out how you’re going to propose yet?"

Levi didn’t respond right away, his gaze drifting toward the back door where Vanessa had disappeared. "I’m working on it."

Robin leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Whatever you do, Captain, just make it special. She deserves that."

Levi’s gaze softened slightly, though he didn’t show it on his face. "I know."

Emma clasped her hands together, beaming at him. "It’s going to be amazing. We’re so excited for her. You’re going to make her so happy!."

Levi gave them both a small nod, his mind already shifting toward the next steps in his plan. He had the ring size now, and soon, he would have the perfect ring for Vanessa.

But for now, he had to keep playing it cool. Vanessa was too smart to be fooled for long, and Levi knew that the element of surprise was something he had to protect carefully.

"Just keep quiet about it," Levi warned, his tone flat but firm.

Robin and Emma saluted him playfully. "Mum’s the word, Captain!"

As Vanessa returned from the back room, none the wiser, Levi straightened up, already planning his next move. Everything was falling into place, and with each passing day, the moment he would propose to her came closer.

All that was left was to make sure she never saw it coming.

He stood by the bakery counter, watching as Vanessa gently arranged fresh croissants in the display case. The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on her hair, making her look even more radiant. His heart felt full just watching her work—something so simple yet so peaceful. She had no idea what he was up to, which made his quiet, deliberate movements all the more satisfying.

Vanessa glanced up from her work, her eyes meeting his with a warm smile. She had noticed how distracted he seemed today, more than usual. Before she could ask what was on his mind, Levi stepped closer and, in a rare show of public affection, leaned in to press a swift kiss on her forehead.

Vanessa blinked in surprise, her cheeks instantly flushing pink. "Where are you off to this early?" she asked, slightly teasing but curious. "You don’t usually leave this soon."

Levi’s lips twitched into a barely noticeable smirk as he straightened. "I’ve got a meeting with the scouts. Don’t wait up."

Vanessa eyed him for a moment, still suspicious but too flustered by the kiss to ask more questions. "Alright, Captain," she said, soft and amused, but a touch of curiosity lingered in her tone. She went back to her task, glancing up at him once more as he left the bakery.

Levi turned on his heel and exited the shop, the cool morning air greeting him as he stepped outside. His heart was steady, but a flicker of nervous energy danced in his chest. He wasn’t headed for HQ—not today. Today, his destination was more personal.

…

As Levi approached the jeweler’s shop, the bell above the door jingled softly, just as it had the last time. The same elderly jeweler was behind the counter, adjusting a pair of delicate spectacles perched on his nose as he worked on some intricate piece of jewelry.

The old man looked up as Levi entered, and a knowing smile crossed his face. "Captain Levi," he greeted warmly. "Back so soon?"

Levi stepped forward, slipping his hands into his coat pockets as he approached the glass counter. "I’ve got the ring size," he said, his voice steady. "Seven."

The jeweler’s smile widened. He could tell from Levi’s serious demeanor that this wasn’t just another purchase. This was something far more important. "A size seven, hmm?" he mused, pulling out a notepad to jot down the information. "You’ve clearly been planning this carefully."

Levi nodded, his eyes briefly scanning the rings displayed beneath the glass, but he already knew what he wanted. "I want a gold band," he began, his voice low but sure. "Something simple but beautiful. It needs to hold up. Vanessa works with her hands a lot, so nothing that’ll get in her way."

The jeweler nodded thoughtfully. "Of course. Practical but elegant. You want something she can wear every day without worrying about it."

Levi gave a small nod. "Exactly."

The jeweler motioned for Levi to follow him to a different section of the display. "Let’s look at some stones, shall we? You said simple, but we can still make it beautiful without it being too flashy."

Levi followed, his sharp eyes taking in the options the jeweler presented. Stones of various cuts and sizes lay before him, but he wasn’t looking for something extravagant. He wanted something meaningful—something that reflected Vanessa’s quiet grace and strength. After a moment, Levi’s gaze settled on a modest but stunning oval-cut diamond. It wasn’t large, but it had a brilliant clarity that made it seem to glow in the light.

"This one," Levi said, pointing at the stone. "It’s perfect."

The jeweler smiled as he gently picked up the stone. "Excellent choice, Captain. The oval cut is classic but understated, much like the woman you’re marrying, I presume."

Levi’s lips quirked slightly. "Something like that."

As the jeweler set the diamond aside for the setting, Levi continued, "I want butterflies engraved on the sides of the band."

"Butterflies?" the jeweler echoed, intrigued. "Ah, a meaningful detail. I’ll have to sketch a few designs for you to choose from, but that can certainly be done."

Levi nodded, and after a brief pause, he added one more detail. "I also want something engraved on the inside of the band. 'More than enough.'"

The jeweler looked up, his eyes softening as he took in Levi’s request. "More than enough," he repeated quietly, clearly moved by the sentiment. He could see now just how much thought had gone into this ring—how much love and care had been poured into every aspect of the design. "You truly love her, don’t you?"

Levi’s gaze remained steady, but there was a flicker of warmth behind his steel-gray eyes. "I do."

The jeweler gave a nod of approval. "I’ll make sure this ring is perfect, Captain. But it will take about three weeks to craft it with all the details you’ve requested."

"That’s fine," Levi replied, already thinking ahead to the proposal. "It gives me time to plan."

The jeweler jotted down the final notes on his pad before setting it aside. "I have to say, it’s refreshing to see a man so dedicated to making sure everything is just right for the woman he loves," he said with a smile. "When the ring is ready, I’ll send word."

Levi gave a curt nod of thanks, already feeling the weight of anticipation settle into his chest. This was the next step. Everything was falling into place.

"Appreciate it," Levi said, turning to leave the shop.

As the door chimed again and Levi stepped back into the bustling streets, he slipped his hands into his coat pockets, feeling the cool metal of the ring design paper against his fingertips. Three weeks wasn’t long, but it was enough time for him to prepare.

And prepare he would.

…

Back at the bakery, Vanessa couldn’t help but feel a little curious about why Levi had left so early. It wasn’t like him to rush off, especially when there wasn’t a pressing mission. She stood at the counter, her mind wandering as she absentmindedly kneaded dough, lost in thought.

Robin, who had been helping Vanessa prepare for the afternoon rush, leaned over and nudged her playfully. "You’re distracted," she teased. "Thinking about Captain Levi, huh?"

Vanessa rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "He’s been acting a little weird lately, don’t you think? Leaving early, being... extra."

Emma, who was setting up the display case, chimed in, trying to keep her tone casual. "Weird? Nah. He’s probably just got scout stuff to handle. You know how serious he gets about his work."

Vanessa narrowed her eyes slightly, wiping her flour-dusted hands on her apron. "Maybe... but I don’t know. He seemed a little... preoccupied today."

Robin and Emma exchanged a brief glance, though they were careful to keep their expressions neutral. The last thing they needed was for Vanessa to catch on to what was really happening.

"Captain Levi’s always preoccupied," Robin said with a shrug. "It’s probably nothing."

Vanessa hummed thoughtfully but didn’t press further. She trusted Levi, but something in her gut told her that something was brewing—something she hadn’t quite figured out yet.

Meanwhile, Levi made his way back to HQ, the ring order secure, and his plan slowly but surely falling into place.

In three weeks, everything would change. And Levi was ready.

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novantinuum · 2 years ago

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The Ballad of Aryll (AU-Verse) Masterpost

I thought it’d be fun to gather up all the scattered asks, art, and writing scraps I’ve done so far for this in-progress fic project, so, a masterpost!

(I’ve also been busy with other hobbies for a bit, so this is honestly just my way of immersing myself back into my story to prime my creative juices for working on it again! :D)

I’ll update this periodically as I share more.

”Jen? What on earth is this whole story even about?”

WHY, THANK YOU FOR ASKING! :D

At its core, this is a story about siblings struggling to find their way in an unfamiliar world- about two people who have long been separated by circumstance having to learn how to be a family again- about the journey of grief, and the sometimes unexpected routes one is led on while grappling with it.

Fundamentally though, the core premise is that Link has a little sister, and that said little sister was also placed into the Shrine of Resurrection 100 years prior to the start of the fic. The sister, Aryll, remembers nearly everything (except why she’s here). As in canon, however, Link does not.

On a functional scale this fic will serve as a sort of written adaptation of Breath of the Wild, but slid just a little to the left. It will feature a few re-imaginings of small bits of worldbuilding and character dynamics to better suit the specific story I have in mind, and then of course an original character in Aryll. I’ve been writing this as POV alternating, switching between Aryll and Link’s perspective from chapter to chapter.

Over the two years I’ve been dreaming up this little story, I’ve accumulated a bunch of little lore notes, art, and other bits and bobs on this blog- this masterpost aims to collect all of them in one handy spot, so future readers can go back and check out some of the earliest posts about this project!

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The Ballad of Aryll: Song of Time [OFFICIAL AO3 LISTING]

Rating: Teen

Chapters posted: 9/82

Current act: 1 of 4

Words: 37K~

Last updated: August 15th 2023

Next planned update: On posting break to build more buffer!

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Initial plot sketches/basic story background:

First post about this story

Ask response about focus and themes of story, + art WIP!

Full Google Docs Outline [It’s... er. Very long.]

Writing WIPS:

Full Prologue (Early release)

Chapter 3 scene

Chapter 3 snippit

Chapter 7 scene

Chapter 9 scene

Chapter 17 scene

Art (both by me and others!):

First concept sketch of Aryll

Child Aryll’s art reference sheet (As seen above) Aryll expression practice

Updated cover art with Hylian lettering + updated Aryll art

Link & Aryll on Great Plateau WIP

Link & Aryll on Great Plateau final piece (As seen above)

Assorted TBoA doodles

Shitpost ft. a Spiderman meme

Singing Aryll by candra-hearts

Aryll art commissioned by shisei11

Lore asks:

Aryll + an amnesiac brother: is she the babysitter or the babysat?

Aryll & singing

Childhood friends part 1

Childhood friends part 2

Foraging favorites

Aryll & Paya’s bond

Can Aryll see Koroks/dragons?

Link & Aryll’s favorite/least favorite places

Riju & Aryll’s meet-cute

Aryll’s preferred weapon

Aryll’s opinion of Zelda

Link and Aryll’s opinion of each other

What can’t Link and Aryll admit to each other?

A boatload of Aryll OC ask answers

More Aryll OC ask answers

On Aryll and Link’s sibling relationship

Other:

Personality notes for Link & Aryll in this story

A few songs that remind me of TBoA

“6 Secrets” character work game with Link & Aryll

Creating a title for TBoA

Chapter teaser #1

Chapter teaser #2

Chapter teaser #3

Random dialogue teasers

Link & scars

Hero Forge model of Link & Aryll’s dad

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Pre-TBoA content:

Clutching Destiny [AO3 link, 4/4 chapters.]

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 10K~

Summary: Sir Arwel Haywood, loyal knight of Hyrule's royal guard and proud father of two, has never considered himself a particularly religious man.

Regardless, he can't help but fear the kind of deity who would condemn a mere child to being an instrument of Her endless war.

(Or... the story of how Link's father comes to learn about his son's fateful destiny.)

Writer’s meta about Clutching Destiny

More meta about Clutching Destiny

Aryll questions: Favorite childhood activities?

Assorted questions for Aryll, and her and Link’s parents

Sketches of Link and Aryll’s parents

Recovered Family Portrait art by me! (As seen above)

Ficlet by englandamericaitaly [Canon to this AU, Link’s mother’s POV]

Post-TBoA content (Adult Aryll):

Unspoken Upheavals [AO3 link, 1 chapter.]

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 1.4K~

Summary: A dozen days past, Aryll still remembers exactly where she stood at the precise moment of the Upheaval’s rising… at the precise moment she realized something terrible must have happened to her brother and Zelda. (Minor spoilers for TotK initiating events.)

Mini fic + Aryll in Zonai Survey Team garb art

Aryll questions: Regrets, Conflict, Representative colors

ARYLL FOR NEW SAGE OF SPIRIT PROPOGANDA

Aryll, Sage of Spirit art

Adult Aryll’s art reference sheet (As seen above)

Adult Aryll’s character personality sheet

Mock Age of Calamity profile

Musings on post-TBoA Aryll fighting in Age of Calamity

Musings on post-TBoA Aryll and Tears of the Kingdom

Some lovely art by shisei11

More lovely art by Redundantz

#the ballad of aryll #jen rambles

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lyranova · 2 years ago

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1, 7, 10, and 20 of the meta questions for Neva please? 🥺💖

Of course 🥰💕!

1. What inspired you to create your oc?

My insomnia lmao /lhj. But really I was partially inspired to make her because I wanted to explore a different side to some of the Golden Dawn characters (ie; william, klaus, yuno, mimosa, langris etc;) and show some of the adventures that the GD goes on and how they’re pretty similar to the Black Bulls when you “got to know them.”.

7. Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

As far as traits go Neva’s main ones are: ambition, loyalty, kindness, determinded, and being persuasive. I gave her these traits because I wanted her to be able to lead the Golden Dawn after Yuno (basically in my head it would go from William, to Yuno, and then to Neva). So i tried to give her some leadership traits as well as kind traits (even though she comes off as “kinda cold” initally.).

Hm, I’m not sure if Neva has any notable “physical” skills 🤔. I guess if I had to pick something it would be her “wit”, as she basically taught herself how to stratigize and come up with plans since she was around 10 so she could help William out when she decided to join the Magic Knights.

As far as in the story, Neva adopted a lot of these traits (both good and bad ones) in order to put up a wall between the real her and the one she showed others. So while she is calm, ambitious, and determined, she isn’t really as much as she pretends to be if that makes sense. She believed you had to have a certain amount of traits or charateristics in order to become a leader like William or even like the Wizard king. So she adopted them, and has used them in order to try and climb the ladder towards Captain of the Golden Dawn.

10. What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

Oo my favorite trait of Neva’s is probably her Loyalty to her friends, her loved ones, her Squad, and to Clover. Especially considering her background and all the things people put her through as a kid, you would probably expect her to be loyal to only herself and one other person, but instead she has kept herself somewhat “open” to the idea of being loyal to others. If they’ve done something to earn it of course.

20. Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make.

So two original ideas I had for Neva that got scrapped was Klaus being her love interest instead of Yuno, and that she was originally supposed to be Williams biological sister instead of an adopted one.

I didn’t expect to make these two changes but as I was developing more of Neva’s personality and I started writing little things with her I noticed she seemed similar to Yuno in a lot of ways, so I decided to try and put the two of them together and it worked better then her and Klaus imo 😅.

As for the William thing, i decided to adjust it to her being more of an “adopted sibling” after seeing his background in the anime and I thought it’d be a little more fun story-wise if he kind of pulled a Julius and took her under his wing like Julius did with him and Yami when they were kids ☺️! Also william felt paritally guilty as he wasn’t able to save her parents so he kind of adopted her as a way to “atone” 👀.

#asks #erika♠️#my lovely mutuals #oc ask game #oc neva #thanks for asking 💕!

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yozzers · 3 years ago

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vexos hcs and random notes

ill update as i go, because yes i do update my masterlists every once in awhile, i should probably add them to my pinned...

General

I sincerely hope they have a small living arrangement so I can inflict them with the pain of having to share almost everything with each other

I just want Shadow and Lync to share a bunk

Like to think that alongside Volt, Mylene and Lync were also recruited by Hydron

None of them officially joined until they were a bit older but probably trained to eventually join the Vexos; in the mean time they probably worked for Hydron or something like that

Volt recruited at 11; Lync a year later and Mylene following not long after (respectively 13, 8, 12 when they’re all gathered)

My reasoning to why Volt is patient with Lync’s antics and Mylene less so but doesn’t lash out as badly as you think she would around annoying little kids; grew up tgt moment

Spectra probably forced his way into the Vexos like “hiiii i see you dont have any Vexos members <3″ bcs obv he wasn’t using royal scientist dad privelages (i think, bcs Clay seems horrified abt Spectra being a Vexos and well, being Spectra)

Shadow had an advantage of being a nobleman (in terms of him being accepted into the Vexos’ ranks)

the Vexos and their set of rules magent-ed on the fridge door or something and every time they go over a page they have to staple/tape a new page on

Joined in this order, Volt, Spectra, Shadow, Mylene, Lync, Gus

Vexos being a “chance of death low but the chance is still there” type of job... they feel like idols girl help they are bakugan idol group who work for the government

sorry the way the vestal kids talk about them... going to treat the Vexos like a kpop group now

Spectra Phantom / Keith Fermin

[canon] son of a (royal?) scientist. definitely had it good and comfy

think it’d be REALLY funny if he already knew Shadow before he became Spectra, Shadow just doesn’t recognize him bcs of his stupid get up

throws childhood friends Shadow Spectra at you, just two weirdos

Keith specifically keeps Shadow from ever meeting his sister which is why neither of them really recognize each other

Pre-Spectra; probably would’ve been really into bakugan biology and what not. Feels like the kind of person to talk w/ his dad about “do you think we could change their appearance if we messed w/ their mechanical ball form or would it not carry over to their released forms”

this mf looks like a biology major i feel it in my guts

mom isn’t dead she just divorced Clay bcs he didn’t know how to balance family and work, good for her

probably lives in another city now, and it’s a bit more of a hassle to meet with her kids so they don’t see her as much but she is present in their lives (keep in contact in other ways)

probably went a bit silent when Keith went missing

didn’t bleach his eyebrows bcs he didn’t want to harm the skin around there and he never thought he’d take the mask off around others, or about how stupid he’d look without the mask

please please please please draw him with his pink hair roots in his MS fit he should've grown out some of his bleached hair by then

daddy issues is truly the root of evil

Gus Grav

Just Some Gut background; middle class just living life

[canon?] was going on a route to being an “idol brawler”, because that’s kind of what their brawls felt like, since it was all purely for show with some competition. it felt less like a sport and more spectacle.

Gus wanting to be an idol brawler is actually such a funny string of words put together I’m making that a thing, if he didn’t join the Vexos he would’ve been an idol brawler

I like the Gus needs glasses hc (shoutout to @marmeladebois ‘s post on that)

The hc of him being half human and Runo’s half brother is so good

Cooks well but refuses to help cook fr the Vexos (unless Spectra specifically asks) --> that job is usually left to Volt

not related but reminds me heavily of yugioh vrain’s Spectre (or other way around... Gus was the blueprint)

Shadow Prove

[handbook canon] a vestal nobleman

has an older brother (oc; Lux- casual Haos brawler)

inferiority complex or whatever, the only thing he bested his brother in was Bakugan

the Prove family being typical prim proper noble family and forcing Shadow to be repressed is something, but the Proves having the same kind of wavelength as Shadow but in different variations is funnier. They’re just Like That.

Probably not a military family, does work closely with the government still; um im thinking somewhere under the Fermins but not by much

Considered running away from home several times

Unwillingly has knowledge on Vestal classic literature/ music

hard clutching a wall whenever he wants to join in on discussions about it bcs he knows this stuff but no way is he going to make himself look like a nerd + hes not actually that interested

*debates you for fun and bcs i hate u <3*

You know how he doesn’t take his job as a Vexos member super seriously, I wonder:

did his parents force him to be a Vexos since he wasn’t interested in the political side of his family and probably against taking up anything related to it, so they had him do something that’d still be beneficial to the family?

joined to pursue a freedom he didn’t have as a nobleman and is now just taking it really easy?

has clowns > jesters debate with volt; obv he’s team clown, volt is team jester

incredibly irrelevant but if he was a human he’d be chinese, i’ve claimed him, prodigal son older brother and fail son dynamic is there

Mylene Ferrow

While I like the idea of her being from a military family, I want to make her like Ling Wen (TGCF) in the sense she started from the bottom and climbed to the top... it fits her ambitious nature of grasping for more, she hasn’t reached what she considers the top just yet...

[very Ling Wen specific but Mylene being put in jail fr crimes unknown to me and being recruited by Hydron bcs she kicked serious ass is an entertaining thought]

I like to think she’s closest to Shadow due to the fact he kind of forces his presence onto her so... not her choice in that matter. “annoying” to “endearingly annoying, you still aren’t getting special treatment though”

Ofc Volt and Lync are on the same level, but I think they all know when to give each other space so they’re more of a “we hold each other at a distance, but we’re aware of out closeness which is enough for us”

Then its Spectra and then Gus in the “closest to Mylene” scale; she just straight up hates Gus and it’s mutual

whoever made the “Mylene and Spectra were exes” hc I think it’s really funny so I’m adding it here

terrible fashion, she’s the one who chose the outfits when she and Shadow went to earth; her fashionable armor look she usually has was designed with Volt’s help, she just voiced what she generally wanted

Her red lipstick look was bcs she thought it’d make her look more serious/ intimidating (Volt and Lync approved, it rlly does work on her)

Shadow matches w/ her (via his red nails) after they get teamed up tgt several times bcs he thinks they’re basically the go-to duo matchup whenever they’re assigned work n it’d be cool

Very forthcoming about the fact she used to be considered a criminal and was from same rundown area Volt and Lync come from

She’s grateful she got out of jail but she still has no respect for Hydron and despite how much she tries to hide it she does make it pretty clear to him she doesn’t really like him

I wish I had more to say about her... but It’s all relationship esque, i think in general she’s enjoyable and good so what I want more out of her is character dynamics

Lync Volan

[eng dub] he has grandparents; whether they’re still alive or not is...?

was part of the same area Volt is from

probably aware of each other but didn’t really know each other

you sound like you have mommy issues

came from the same area as Volt, but lived further out and closer to those areas where there were some bits of nature left

ill expand on why he got picked up by Hydron another day lazy rn

Volt Luster

[canon] he’s from an area that just straight up looks like yugioh 5ds’ Satellite, and Hydron was the one who pulled him out of there

He says Hydron pulled him out of there when he was a kid? I’d assume at youngest it’d be like Hydron (8) and Volt (11)

has a neat collection of handmade jester dolls

lot more artistic than he seems

Had his guardian bakugan with him the longest; had Brontes even before he met Hydron

Would the others consider him weird fr having a talking Bakugan that acted friendly with him n cracked jokes?

#bakugan #croak

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queer-as-used-by-tolkien · 4 years ago

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Timeline Mashup

This post gave me an idea.

What if suddenly all the timelines - all the Commanders - my Commander, your Commander, all the OCs of all of us - got smashed into one timeline? Not sure which timeline or who's timeline or if it's a timeline where the Commander had just died or if it's just canon gameplay - but my Commander would be terrified and your Commander would be terrified and someone's Commander would be roaring at the top of their lungs and someone's Commander would be hiding a corner and someone's Commander wouldn't care and someone's Commander would be desperately talking to Caithe or Braham or Rytlock or Taimi (I'm picturing this in EotN) and every Commander from a Trahearne-lives AU would be panicking and all the Commanders would find the OCs from their home timeline and kinda just clinging and looking for "my Taimi" and "my Braham" and "Rytlock don't you recognize me" and - just panic and confusion and all the NPCs who just saw all these Commanders in whatever fashion warz you've outfitted them in (and hundreds of versions of Caladbolg?!) pop into existence and start panicking - they'd group up and maybe stand in a corner and Rytlock brandishing Sohothin at anyone who came near and all the Commanders standing at a distance maybe (or if you have fire immunity, then ignore it to Rytlock's consternation) yelling and begging and pleading and crying, and it'd just be pure chaos and hopefully we didn't get any homicidal Nightmare Courtier OCs or Inquest OCs or old-timer vengeful Flame shaman OCs, and if we didn't, hopefully no easily-angered Commander starts a fight.

Until Aurene, now connected to ALL these Commanders at once, kinda just grabs their attention and everyone goes quiet (save for that one voice still wailing in the background because Taimi tried to tell them Trahearne's been dead for six years) and maybe Aurene knows what's going on, because she's so connected to the Mists and that's probably how it happened anyway (maybe she thought we needed ALL the Commanders to save Tyria from Jormag vs Primordus fight) - and maybe she doesn't but she tries to say let's do this calmly, have a question raise a hand - and then she's left with no fewer options than before so she just picks one at random -

but she can't answer the questions she's still confused as everyone else, so eventually there's another DRM and she punts off twenty Commanders to handle it and that shuts them all up and Aurene explains calmly this is another world and can we please cooperate, we can't have a thousand Commanders and we'd have to explain that to the Pact and this mostly just won't work! But then there's so many to whom Commander is a core identity and they can't just not, and my Commander specifically it's her literal name -

And still nobody understands why only certain of their friends came with and still recognize them but not Rytlock or Caithe or Gorrik.

Ahhh I don't know, it's just an idea I had. Would be fun to, like, have a roleplay session or something where we try to sort this out between our Commanders and see what happens, if they all die, and see reactions to insane headcanons - my Commander is a sylvari-human hybrid whose father is one of the two unnamed sylvari, imagine Caithe hearing that and going wait wait wait there's no such person as Phillipe, and just.

You tell me how many times you've broken the lore and what actual-canon NPCs or other Commanders would react like?

#gw2 #eye of the north #icebrood saga #trahearne #rytlock #caithe #gorrik #braham #caladbolg #aurene #taimi #pact commander

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princeanxious · 5 years ago

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A Serpent’s Tongue-(symp)Deceit Centric fic

Warnings: (sympathetic) Deceit, unsympathetic/abusive Wrath(oc?), brief hints at gorish imagery(at the beginning, skippable), short term loss of an important body part, angst, abiguos/unresolved ending, food mentions. (Let me know if i need to tag anything else!!)

Ships: mostly platonic DLAMPR but there are hints of romantic Roceit as well

Word count: 3.8k words

Authours note: this was inspired by a joke pic i saw and idk whether to be sorry that i wrote this or not so uh. Yep. Have some angst.

Wrath and Deceit can never really get along. Wrath is more interested in keeping Thomas’s friends safe, and Deceit just wants Thomas to take care of himself once in a while. Little to the other sides know, Wrath has a horrific way of dealing with Deceit when he’s sick and tired of hearing him speak.

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It would not have been the first time Wrath had lost his temper, far from it, in fact. It was commonplace, really. Though, he rarely got physical in his anger, he simply broke stuff in the dark palace that, when his fit was over, he’d mend back together.

However, it was also not the first time that Deceit and Wrath had gotten into an argument, a loud one at that. Both light and dark sides alike knew when such an argument was alight, due to the sheer volume of Wrath’s tone. They rarely saw eye to eye, due to their friction of views between Thomas taking primary care of himself(Deceit) and taking primary care of his friends(Wrath).

And again, it was not the first time that Wrath had ended such an intense argument by silencing Deceit the only way he knew would last.

“You can’t poison Thomas’s thoughts if you can’t talk without your serpent’s tongue, you Liar.” Wrath would growl, summoning scissors and stalking towards the cornered deceitful side. Threats and begs and struggle would fall on deaf ears until they stopped altogether. With a flick of Wrath’s hand, any mess from his deed as well as the room that had been thrashed with mess all tidied up without a trace of damage as he left. The only lingering remnants of damage lay in Deceit’s dulling eyes, blinking away tears as his face retained it’s upset scowl.

This was, however, the first time Wrath had decided to enact this awful treatment since the light sides had begun to accept Deceit, or, better known now as Dorian. With his room moved right next to Virgil’s and across from Remus’s at the very back of the hall, it was inevitable that this treatment would bare a heavily negative outcome now that he could not interact with the others accordingly and unsuspiciously.

None of them knew of what Wrath’s punishment was, or that Wrath could even stoop so low to do such a thing, not even Remus or Virgil had a clue. It had been going on for so long now though that Dorian knew just how to deal with it.

Except, now, sitting in his room for two weeks without leaving was not a viable option anymore. The others were bound to get suspicious, and he would definitely be needed for his little white lies. Even as he sunk down into his room before he could be seen, and hid under his heated covers for even just a few hours of solitude, he knew it was going to be a rough two weeks of hiding it from them.

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“Dori!!”

Dorian’s eyes blinked open blearily, and he peaked out from under the covers just in time for Remus to open his door and excitedly shuffle in before closing the door. His excited face faltered for a moment at seeing his best friend tucked up tightly underneath his heating blankets mid-day, but fondness overswept his concern immediately at how cute and ruffled Dori’s hair was.

He didn’t question how Dorian only answered his questions and random outbursts with hums and snorts, with not a word to be heard. Dorian had periods of time where he got like this often back before their acceptance, it didn’t surprise him that they still sometimes occurred now. Especially after Dorian and Wrath had one of their arguments. Dori was often in such a sour mood for weeks!

After a while, Remus had saw fit to leave Dori be, the first few days after these arguments seemed to be the worst for his scaled friend, and he ought to let the others know to leave him be. He knew that this would be a relief for Dorian, but in his jumbled head he just couldn’t quite remember why.

It took three days for the next side to bother him, though it was welcomed at least slightly when he glanced up and was met with the blue-eyed serious side. They’d become fast friends in the past few months, truly. They’d often talk philosophy and history and space together, and stay up till 3 am with Virgil discussing conspiracy theories and watching documentaries as a group. It was still a friendship that was new and fresh, but there was a silent understanding between them that solidified that friendship just a tad bit quicker.

“Good afternoon, Dorian. I hope you are doing.. well..?” Logan tapered off, finally looking up from his book to be met with a casually dressed, if still a good bit ruffled and unkempt Dorian. He was still sitting on his bed, though he’d never admit he hadn’t really moved much in the past few days, and was scratching at his scales irritatedly.

“I had assumed three days was a more than sufficient period to leave you to ‘cool off’ after Remus came to inform us of your bad mood, but it would appear that that had been a very temporary solution to a much bigger problem.” Dorian gave a sheepish shrug, before coming to itch at the scales on his neck. The book vanished as Logan’s attention fully focused on Dorian’s unkempt state, a very rare sight on such a composed side. He came to sit at the foot of Dorian’s bed with tacit permission, eyes wandering over the self-preservative side until they landed on the others face which wore an uncomfortable expression in reaction to being analyzed.

“I apologize. How are you.. uh.. feeling.. at the moment, Dorian?” The logical side adjusted his tie, looking rather worried for his obviously stressed friend. He frowned when all he received was another shrug.

“Look. I.. I know that arguing with Wrath is truly exhausting, and being around him can negatively affect all parties, but you can’t just stop taking care of yourself after every argument. No matter what he says about you or any of us, it isn’t okay to let it take over you. I know I can’t possibly know what he said to you, or ever says to you, but I won’t stand to let it hurt you.” Dorian chuffed bitterly at those last words. ‘A little too late, Berry.’ He thought.

Logan only seemed to frown more, eyes searching Dorian’s for some answer, anything that would help him understand where this conversation needed to go. Dorian’s dull eyes met Logan’s strong searching gaze with a look of appreciation. A silent thank you amongst the fray. He closed his eyes and sighed, holding his bare hand out in a silent gesture. When Logan’s hand rested in his own, he pulled it to his chest in a pseudo hug, then pulled it back to link their pointer fingers. This was one of their silent gestures, one that said ‘Not now, but soon,’ when either one of them was feeling overwhelmed or unheard. It was a gesture to let the other know that they would be stopping by later to talk when it was just them to hear their conversation. Except right now, they were alone, which only seemed to puzzle Logan. But still, he understood the meaning calm and clear. ‘I will tell you, but not now.’

With a nod, both of them fell into a small but comfortable silence, enjoying the small grounding contact of their linked fingers. After a while though, Logan spoke up.

“I will say this though, with the utmost kindness I can.. You should take a shower and change into fresh clothing. It will do you some good, both for your mood and for your scales. I also suggest, once you've finished with that task, if it is not too much, to come downstairs and eat something. Think of it as a.. comfort meal, as it were. I could even ask Patton or Roman to make that soup you like so much.”

Dorian chuckled at his friends worrying, leaning against the other’s shoulder with a nod. Warm food sounded nice, he hadn’t really eaten anything since the night of the incident, and though the sides didn’t need to eat, it still was a pleasure they could enjoy. It would certainly comfort Dorian, though he’d have to evade eating solid food items around the others, as eating those both were weird to eat and looked just as weird to watch him eat while he was missing his tongue.

Soon after showering, he dressed in something more casual yet still color fitting due to lack of care at keeping up his dark image at the current moment. He came downstairs wearing an oversized black and yellow sweater that Remus had gifted him and comfortable black skinny jeans, with dark socks and a neutral expression to match.

Thankfully the only side downstairs at the moment was Logan who seemed to be trying to pick out a puzzle from their gaming shelf. He turned for a brief moment to greet the deceitful side, beckoning the other over to help him with his decision.

“Patton will be down in a moment, he and Virgil were discussing something when I made the soup request. Remus and Roman are in the imagination sparring, so for now I thought it’d be nice to simply relax and put together a puzzle while we wait.” Dorian nodded in agreement, and helped Logan pick out one of the few puzzles they hadn’t yet done, knowing that Logan would likely be a bit more focused on the puzzle than on the fact that Dorian still had yet to utter any sarcastic or backwards responses to anything he’d say. Still, the puzzle was a nice distraction, especially once they’d turned on a documentary in the background to combat the silence.

He hardly noticed the time passing until he zoned back in to an almost half-finished puzzle and the kitchen light flicking on. Patton sent out a cheery greeting to the two focused sides in the living room and then set to work on making his famous ‘feel better’ soup. It didn’t take long before Virgil came down as well, spending a couple minutes chatting with Patton about some topic or another before migrating into the livingroom and flopping onto the floor in between Logan and Dorian.

Headphones on and music already seeping out of the device, Virgil barely acknowledged the fact that he was now laying on D’s legs in an uncomfortable position, though he did spare a glance up at the deceitful side to make sure he had permission. With Dorian’s nod, Virgil stuck his tongue out at the other playfully and received a scrunched nose and an affectionate eyeroll in return. Virge then sat himself up and leaned against the other, one arm wrapping around the others middle to tap three times on Dorian’s leg. ‘Are you okay?’ Is what it meant.

Dorian hesitated before tapping twice on Virgil’s arm, ‘sort of’ it said, ‘not really’ is what it implied. Virgil frowned before situating himself behind the other to wrap both arms around him, laying his head on the others shoulder to watch the documentary like they used to do when they were younger. It pulled at his heart a bit, knowing that things had been tense between the two since their rift happened, though recently they’d both been trying to mend the scar in their friendship. Shame that he couldn’t playfully bicker with the other due to his predicament.

Instead he chose to settle against the taller side’s chest and relax in the other’s protective embrace, temporarily forgetting about doing the puzzle with Logan as Virgil began purring. It was a quiet, comforting rumble that had Dorian zoning out rather quickly.

He was only roused from his stupor when a warm thermos was gently placed into his hands, and a nice smell wafted from the container. He grinned lazily and looked up to find Patton standing there pensively, looking worried. He beckoned the other to kneel down to his level before gently pulling Patton’s head to his, pressing their foreheads together in a comforting gesture.

“Uh, Dorian..?” “That gesture means he’s okay, Popstar. He and I know you're worried but it really does just happen to be this way sometimes, even if I don’t like it. He’s pretty non-vebal when like this, so maybe stick to yes or no questions.” Dorian sighed softly, thankful that Virgil was fluent in his body language.

When Patton responded with a nod and settled down on the couch, Dorian finally relaxed enough to sip from the thermos. One good thing, Dorian had learned, about being a side was that he thankfully did not need his tongue to taste things. Sure it was a much duller taste than if he did have it, and the same went for smell for him, but he could still taste food. So, despite his dampened senses, Dorian still enjoyed his warm soup nonetheless.

He barely protested when Virgil moved him to the couch, placing him in his arms and scooting over so that Patton could drag Logan onto the couch as well to finish watching the documentary. Within half an hour, Dorian was out like a light with a warm full belly and a warm body to cuddle up against.

When he awoke about an hour later, Patton and Logan were gone from the couch, and instead sat on the floor with Roman and Remus. Roman and Remus were each working on their own kind of crafts while Logan worked on finishing the puzzle and Patton colored in a coloring book, all of them chatting amicably between one another. He didn’t dare move much, knowing his awakening would upset the balance between the group.

On his neck where Virgil’s left hand rested, he receives three small taps. ‘Are you okay?’ With a long pause, Dorian responds with a small frown. One tap against Virgil’s chest, ‘No.’

Virgil sighs deeply, silently as he pulls the other closer so Dee can hide against Virgil’s neck, fingers threading through messy curls in an attempt to sooth the deceitful side.

Thankfully no one takes notice, and the day ends quietly. Dorian almost thinks he can get away with being in his room for another three days, except, Dorian awakes the next day with Roman knocking on his door and excitedly asking if Dorian would come duet with him and knows theres no use in holding his breath.

It hurts Dorian, the sad expression the fanciful side makes, when Dorian opens the door with a sheepish look. Still, Roman understands, and instead offers to let Dorian be his audience and companion into the imagination. He even gifts Dorian a long thick, weightier cape that resembles a weighted blanket with the outfit style they appear in. It soothes Dorian plenty, and he's as obvious as he can be about being thankful for it to make up for his lack of voice.

They spend the morning strolling through Roman’s kingdom, Dorian occasionally letting Roman pull him into a waltz or a twirl as he sung to the deceitful side. Despite Dorian’s temporary muted state, he was anything but quiet. He couldn’t help it really, Roman was a loveable dork and could be so cheesy at times, his giggles were justified, damn it!

There was also the lucky factor that Dorian could still hum along with Roman whenever the other got close enough to hear him, and knew that the compromise was highly appreciated. Roman could speak for two, and was still generally versed in enough sign language and Dorian’s own facial expressions to keep up a conversation.

Thankfully, Roman steered clear of asking Dorian about his silence, being respectful and instead choosing to use the silence to his advantage to flirt with the scaled side, knowing he’d get less resistance. And if Dorian ended up in his arms at the end of their trip to hide his blushing face against the fanciful side’s chest? That was just fine by him.

When they returned to the common room in the mind palace, they were greeted by the lovely smell of baked goods. It didn’t take long before Patton appeared with a plate of still warm cookies, who seemed to get even more excited when he spotted the duo entering the living room.

“Hey kiddos! You two are in luck, I just finished some chip-tastic chocolate chip cookies! Want one??” Patton said excitedly, holding out the tray. Immediately, Dorian’s stomach dropped at the offering of solid food, and gritted his teeth as he smiled and took one, thankful that it was still warm and mushy. Roman happily too two and munched on one as he chatted with Patton about their lovely trip, neither of them any wiser to Dorian’s issue.

He nibbled on the cookie as he listened to the two and nodded along when necessary, mentally warring with himself on how to tackle this issue. Thankfully it was still warm and mushy, but shoving it into his mouth in front of the two would be suspicious. He really had no other option though, as chewing small bites would make his issue fairly obvious. Internally sighing, he gave into the first option.

In one swift movement, he’d shoved the whole cookie into his mouth to chew, hand covering his mouth sheepishly. Both Roman and Patton took a moment to notice, but both of them just kinda paused in realization and Dee stared back, daring them to question him with a stare.

“Dor, why..?” Roman grinned, more confused and amused than concerned. Dorian just huffed and swallowed, then signed ‘snake instinct’ to them with a fake embarrassed expression.

Confusion turned to understanding as both right-brain sides echoed a soft “ohhh, right.” Crisis averted, at least for the time being. Eventually the trio split, and Roman and Dorian ended up on the couch watching Tangled to wind down from their eventful day.

Eventually Remus and Logan joined them, and they ended up putting on Wall-E next, if only to please their resident nerd and trash-child. However, Remus was feeling particularly bratty today and getting rather frustrated with his best friend when Dee wouldn’t back him up on any of his ideas or thoughts.

“C’mon, Dee, work with me! They’re literally eating themselves! Back me up here double D! It’s like a cat cut your tongue out!” He growled, pouting in Logan’s lap. Swiftly, though, Remus’s attention returned to the movie without a thought of what he’d said to the lying side, unaware of just how right he’d been. The only side to notice his shift in demeanor was the fanciful side who’s lap he was sat on, who had felt him stiffen up considerably at that last sentence. Gently, Roman pulled him closer and soothed a hand over the other’s scales, scratching gently in an attempt to distract the other from his brother’s rude remark. Eventually, Dorian settled down and let the remark go, and that was the end of that.

Despite that close call, everything was going great, all things considered. By the time the first week had passed, everything had gone back to normal, aside from the few extra visits he had received from the others simply checking in on him, everything had been fine. His tongue was even beginning to regenerate! He’d been keeping a close eye on it when he could, trying to keep the checkups at a minimum and doing them late at night to avoid possibly getting found out. It was a foolproof plan!

Until it wasn’t.

He should’ve realized that Virgil would eventually start back up with his late night visits, just like he used to do before their split. Dorian had told him that his door was still open if Virgil ever wanted to come bother him late at night, knowing that both of them were still night owls. Perhaps he should’ve kept his guard up, not gotten too relaxed while his tongue was healing. He’d only had a week to go before he’d have his tongue back and then all would go back to normal.

But life was never that kind to him.

Leave it to tired stupid Dorian to leave his door unlocked and cracked at midnight while he sat on the floor infront of his mirror, inspecting his open mouth without much thought. The regeneration had only just begun, so his lack of tongue was still absolutely present.

Then, in a moment of brilliance, Dorian looked up at his door, only just realizing it hadn’t been fully closed. Staring back at him instead was Virgil, wide eyed and white as a sheet. The anxious side was frozen, staring right at Dorian’s mouth in disbelief.

“...D-Dee?” His shaky voice had been barely above a whisper. Dorian had long since shut his jaw tight, eyes wide in terror.

Eventually, Virgil gathered enough of his barings to slowly walk over to where Dorian was seated, and kneeled down. Shaking hands reached out and cupped Dorian’s jaw, his eyes wide and flicking between Dorian’s lips and Dorian’s distant expression.

“Dee, please.. please tell me this isn’t the reason why you haven’t been talking..” his voice sounded desperate, his eyes searching for any sign of illusion or trickery and only finding pain and shame. Tears were already pricking at Dorian’s eyes and shame was curling in his gut, making him sick to his stomach.

Virgil’s horror quickly began to morph into anger, “that cruel fucker did this to you, didn’t he?” He gently pulled Dorian closer, resting his forehead against the other’s in an attempt to comfort the other. “Dee, please. Answer me.” Virgil cursed, his voice distorting more with every passing minute. He huffed, wanting to snarl the moment Dee nodded his head meekly.

He wanted to kill him, Wrath would be a dead man the moment he saw him. But right now, that could wait. Despite his overwhelming anger and anxiety, Dorian needed help, he needed to be in a safe place. They needed safe company, and Virgil desperately needed someone to stop him from going full feral.

With little idea on what to do, he picked Dorian up carefully and brought him into the commons’ living room. This would at least be a neutral space to give him some time to think. He absolutely refused to put Dorian down now, his protective instinct going haywire with the deceitful side trembling and quietly hiccuping in his arms.

Despite his best efforts, it did eventually get to the point where his heightening anxiety was starting to affect the whole palace, and within minutes the rest of the sides came stumbling down the stairs.

It was an odd sight, a highly anxious Virgil sporting a look of near-feral level of murderous on his face as he carried Dorian bridal style, the lying side having his face tucked up and hidden away while his shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. Before much could be said, Virgil’s heavily distorted voice rang out chillingly into the room.

“We need to talk.”

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #DLAMPR #roceit #wrath sanders #tw hinted gore #tw abuse mention #tw lost body part

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potassiumcyanides · 4 years ago

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Random facts n shit about some of my ocs bc I was thinking about stuff and think tunglr.hell would enjoy some of it idk

Ok so my main four are Thomas, Sidan, Coil, and Serena, so I'll talk about them a lot. Actually I only talked about them in this. There are other characters who I like named Vivian and Evern, they are.. main background characters? I guess lol. Anyway. Here's some fun facts bc I need to infodump. Also it's very long whoops

Sidan is the tallest (5'11), Coil is the shortest (5'2) and Serena and Thomas are so close in height that nobody knows who is taller (around 5'6)

Who is actually taller? That's for me to know and you to.. not know

Oh yeah, pronouns for everyone: Sidan - He/him, Serena - She/her, Thomas - He/they, Coil - They/them

Considering some of them using neopronouns in the future (prolly thomas or coil)

The least likely to commit a murder (Sidan) is also the only one to have ever committed a murder (trauma!)

Actually that's a lie. Only one to commit murder and remember it

So anyway Coil has (magic-induced) memory loss and the first 10 years of their life is completely missing

Sometimes they remember things and write down what they do remember, eventually piece some things together, and just never mention it until the others do

They do write a lot of stuff down but don't really need to, despite the memory loss they have a really good memory

However one of their big fears is forgetting everything again or having people forget them.. but not like that'd ever happen! Haha! Right?!?!

...MOVING ON...

Thomas really really loves goats for no reason other than I thought it'd be funny

Serena is a little afraid of horses bc I also thought it'd be funny (also bc of another oc she's based on)

Thomas also has arachnophobia

I do have some other fears written down but they're not really important rn

The song Rät fits Serena really well and it makes me sad (in an oh-god-why-did-i-do-this-to-you way)

The song Icicles by the Scary Jokes fits Sidan

No true songs for Coil or Thomas yet, few that fit their vibe but I'm still looking for one that's fits really well

There is a magic system I'm working on and It's complicated but fun

Either way using magic is really tiring and can kill you if you use too much. Because angst!

Don't feel like explaining everything right now but basically some people are naturally born with magic (usually elemental magic) and some aren't (which is more common)

People born without it can still learn but they have to use something as a focus and it's a lot harder (but overall less dangerous)

Certain kinds of magic have different ways of harming their users

Fire can burn you from the inside out, ice freezes you to death, etc.

Also more you use magic the more uncontrollable it gets (hence why it can kill you)

Everyone but Serena is naturally born into some kind of magic

Thomas is fire, Sidan is ice, Coil is some sort of weird shadow magic

Coil only uses plant magic though, something they learned. They know about the other one but try not to use it (for reasons) but bc it's their natural magic it's a little difficult

What Serena learned is still undecided honestly. I've had a few different ideas but I'm thinking lightning and something else

Sidan thought he was straight then he met the group and it took him less than a day to realize he wasn't (he's bi)

Thomas thought he was cis then he met Serena and realized he wasn't (he's a demiboy)

Being queer is contagious or something ig

I'm currently trying not to make any ships and just see if something will naturally happened

Originally Sidan and Coil were gonna be together but then I felt like I was forcing it so maybe not

Coils dnd class would be druid, Serena is wizard, Sidan is sorcerer, Thomas is unknown but possibly warlock if I go down a certain path (which I might because it would be pulling some ideas from the very first version of them)

Also, Coil is only 15 but half demons age slightly faster than humans, putting them at around 17

This may make you think they're the most mature but.. they've only had 5 years to make up for the lost 10

Most of this is 100% subject to change

I still have more to stay, and there's those two characters I haven't even begun talking about, but this is really long lmao

So.. yeah that's all :) ask me if you wanna know stuff..? Unfortunately I only have a few concepts for most things barely thought out so you can also suggest things

Thanks <3

#cyas ocs #if you're ever ok with me saying more ill just add on #im constantly terrfied im gonna end up ripping off something more popular ive never heard of and get called cringe or get yelled at lmao #my biggest fear is accidentally recreating homestuck /j #(but really i know nothing about homestuck and dont want to never tell me about it thanks)#ill probably make a pt 2 where i talk about vivian and evern and another character who i just wanna put some ideas down for #if it seems like I use he a lot for Thomas it's because I don't want to switch pronouns in the middle of a sentence #personally it makes it kind of hard to follow #but yeah that's it have fun.. cringing at me or something

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ddaenghoney · 5 years ago

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chapter thirteen

masterlist link in blog description.

As a successful songwriter, you want nothing more than the acknowledgment that the chart-topping musical pieces are your own creations. But contracts, relationships, and the difficulty of facing the stakes involved head on, keep your mouth shut until pressure builds too much.

Pairing(s): Park Jimin x Y/N, Min Yoongi x Y/N

disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Series warning(s)/genre(s): Chapter-based written fic, Slow-burn relationship(s), Fake-dating, Unrequited love, Songwriter/producer!oc, idol!Jimin, idol/songwriter/producer!Yoongi, friends with benefits, drama, romance, smut, angst, fluff (updated as needed)

Chapter warning(s): lot of manipulative aspects in conversation.

Word count: 5133

if you enjoy please, please let me know!

Jimin finds himself contemplative. Standing motionless outside of the elevator, he looks on at the button to call for it still unlit due to his lack of movement. He’s supposed to hit the downwards facing arrow, earlier intending to work on choreography before the instructor arrived to work on finalization and moving on to the next song’s dance. But he doesn’t click the button, finding himself uncertain if he wanted to do that or follow the teeming sensation in his head to hit the button that would send him upwards.

He sighs, shaking his head and thinking about the ridiculousness of him just standing there. Rather than mull around in his thoughts it’d be more useful to do practically anything else, so he impulsively reaches to click a button. Stepping back, Jimin rubs his jaw, eyes glancing back down the hallway towards Yoongi’s studio.

For a second your simple sentence registers in his ears. A thanking comment that you didn’t have to say, especially considering how lackluster his involvement really was in the situation. Yoongi did more for you, and, had Jimin not spoken up in the midst of his annoyance overflowing out of his mouth, Yoongi likely would’ve said more. He clearly wanted that producer to stop being disrespectful to you.

Jimin falters at the memory, hand trailing to mess around with his hair as he thinks about your avoidance from the area by entrance into Yoongi’s studio. Not having to ask permission, it was simply granted to you, where it’s commonly understood by the majority of employees in the company that Yoongi hasn’t simply become comfortable with everyone to act like that. While he’s definitely polite and civil, there’s undoubtedly a line between himself and the original employees of SoundWave. Meanwhile, you’re an exception to the fact.

He bites his lip, attempting to silence the jealousy that he doesn’t have a right to feel strongly about anymore. Jimin made the choice to create a rift between the two of you, and there’s no sense in him trying to find away back across it anymore. The gap is too foundationally damaged with nothing in sight to fix its stability in a long-lasting way.

He enters the elevator, thoughtlessly clicking a floor number as he steps away from the couple of people also inside. Watching the stories climb, he tries to think about the future comeback he’s working on. There’s still much to record, but with the title track completed and choreography being mastered for it, Jimin finds the date of release running towards him at a speedy pace.

Another album to drop without his creative input poured into it in the way that you and other producers have worked so hard for him and every other artist. His name next to tracks, on the album cover, face in advertisement, and nothing in his heart to solidify the bond between himself and the music. The thought didn’t occur to him so strongly before, but now that he doesn’t see your happiness in showing him songs you’ve created, he can’t find anything exciting about the prospect of release.

Jimin can’t watch you pour emotion onto paper, or listen to the untamed ramblings of you passionately explaining songs given to other artists. He has to corrupt your meaning to come up with his own, behind lyrics he would have never written himself. He wants to scream onto pages with ink in the way you have. The scribbles in notebooks at his apartment and lines saved into his phone’s notes cling to the hope of further work, but wear away in abandonment. They aren’t enough.

Jimin steps out of the elevator, head bowing as Yerin’s secretary notices him. The button he pressed dragged him upwards in another attempt. Like his last visit, Jimin is unannounced, causing the lady greeting him to smile with apprehension of what he wanted. He could’ve succumbed and hid away in the lower basement levels where the dance studios are, but he’s on the top of the building again.

“Is she in?”

It takes a hesitant affirmative and a few more slowly spoken sentences for Jimin to be left standing in front of the secretary’s desk as she pages into the office. He didn’t have a reason to come up here this time. About a week earlier he had the faintest plan of asking permission to work with a producer on a small independent whim. Now he walks into the CEO office without a plan at all, uncertain of what he actually wants if he gives himself a moment to be honest with himself.

“Jimin,” Yerin greets the unassuming man as he carefully shuts the door behind him. Her eyes remain fixed on her computer as she types quickly, eyes unhindered by his presence. “Take a seat, this won’t take me long.”

Jimin does as she says, forgetting to nod his head as a response. He considers the implication of him coming here again so soon, wondering why he felt so impulsively moved to go and speak to Yerin again. The clutter of his head feels entirely unprocessed, but he thinks of you.

Recalling the hurt in your expression when he told you that he can’t accept what you wanted changed in your contract, Jimin sits with his hands meshed together, silently thinking about how he found himself so afraid to tell you that.

He knew completely that you wouldn’t be able to accept him staying beside you with an opposing perspective, because Jimin knows that despite all the crap that SoundWave gives you that you still understand the worth of what you do underneath all of your own insecurity of how to go about getting what you want. He didn’t want to lose you, but in agreement he’d lose everything he had worked for. However, the fact is that in so many ways what Jimin has was built for him. Jimin bites his lip, thinking that beside his own selfishness, he should’ve supported you.

The news of your leave comes to the forefront of Jimin’s mind. Rumors similar to the producer’s indignant comments swarmed the halls since the day of, but all cleared in front of him by your defiant statement that you quit. Splitting from the path you were on to start creating your own, you gave the greatest shock to the company. Even the tiny inklings shoved into the bottom of Jimin’s conscious, didn’t think you’d ever go this far when nothing outside of your choice is clear.

“Now then.” Yerin stops typing, shifting her chair to face Jimin directly as his eyes lift up to her. The person you overcame despite her chilling methodologies keeping the company arranged in perfect order. “What brings you here?”

“Y/N’s quitting.” Jimin’s voice speaks as small as he feels compared to Yerin and you. Obviously she knows this, and it isn’t something he should come from out of nowhere to restate unless looking for an argument, but his head didn’t consider words. Just the fact that there’s a crack where fingertips can reach through layers of deceptively bright veiling curtains.

The very corner of Yerin’s lip slides into a frown, the hand on her desk curling into an arch as the random sentence remains in the air without an addition. She notes an absence of apprehension in Jimin’s eyes as he stares back at her in the way one does after a realization. “She decided not to continue with the company, that’s correct.”

An evident erasure of any spite is removed from her tone, but not the gleam in Yerin’s eyes that Jimin sees through. Knowing she’s already irritated from your situation-- from losing control in the largest hidden piece to SoundWave. She’s good at hiding it to remain mostly poised.

“This means things are going to change.” Knowingly said. Not an observation, a promise. Jimin doesn’t smile, but his expression appears to be uplifted. Yerin’s hand curls more, fingers colliding with her palm, trying to find clairvoyance to study him, but his reaction is opposite of anything she expected to hear from Jimin concerning your leave.

“You’re not upset.” Yerin finds herself speaking the oddness aloud, not realizing so until she closes her mouth following the sentence. Appearing like a dissimilar person to the one she knows, Jimin pauses only for a moment, before air escapes his mouth in the smallest of laughs. Surprised as well.

“I know how much everything here rides on her.” He says, eyes casting down in consideration of everything you’ve accomplished for SoundWave. A gentle smile slips onto his expression, “I’ve been terrified of her getting sick of the crap she gets here.” He doesn’t miss a beat to rephrase himself, just sitting back into his seat while Yerin’s eyes follow his movements through a hardened gaze.

“Because you would never stop telling me how I’d never make it without her doing everything in the background. For years now that’s the only stance you’ve had, no matter how much I expressed how willing I was to do things for myself. It’s just always been you telling me no. That I’m not good enough-- that it’s not worth the risk.”

“It isn’t.” Yerin speaks up, sighing to refrain from clicking her tongue. She rolls her shoulders to sit up properly, speaking fluidly and without tact, “Your purpose here is for singing, dancing-- being the face of the Jimin persona the public want. Your artistry as a producer of any kind isn’t fruitful to take a risk in when you weigh it against people with endowed talent like Y/N and other producers in the company. This isn’t just about you Jimin. At the end of the day, what sells is more important than your desire to try your hand at songwriting.”

“She’s leaving.” Jimin says, words exiting his mouth with an audible grain of discontentment, that alters into rising frustration, “You’ve made it so she has nothing if she were to quit and she still has. You can’t rely on her to keep everything here functioning like it has-- it would only make sense that you change how things are handled and give the artists--” Jimin straightens from his chair, shoulders stiffening as he practically pleads through biting words, “Give me an opportunity to actually do what everyone out there thinks I do.”

Jimin remains still, watching for any reaction of his words, but Yerin only stares in a calmly pensive manner. No irritation of his outspoken demands, not even shock from his voice’s unintentional rise in volume from his emotions. Jimin keeps himself from faltering, thinking its best to remain firm no matter how long she appears to consider his words in silence.

“This isn’t entirely my decision to have the artists from creating their own music. It’s the board’s collective agreement to produce whatever will sell best from experience.” Cool words ease into the room, her fist uncurling so that her index finger can tap the quietest of beats against her desk. Yerin examines Jimin, finding him absent of a response yet. She shrugs a shoulder once, “To be completely honest with you, I’d rather go back to make a new deal with Y/N than give every artist a sudden opportunity at self-production, but she’s set in her ways.”

“She deserves better than what she gets here.” Jimin speaks without hesitation, though a piece of his mind becomes inquisitive as a faint smirk grows on Yerin’s face.

“And you don’t? Your contract ends at the end of the year.” She says, voice more sly than Jimin has ever heard. “Why not just leave at the end of it too?”

Jimin’s eyebrows crease in surprise, staying quiet while he tries to consider what she means. He catches the sound of his heart once and then it stays in his ears, feeling as though he’s done something wrong. He hadn’t considered his disposability. But that’s a factor isn’t it, one that should’ve crossed his mind, and maybe in a normal train of thought it would’ve. In other situations maybe he’s had the warning in the back of his mind that they could simply get rid of him since he’s replaceable. Replaceable. The word repeats with his heart, making Jimin bite on his inner cheek.

“You’re a liability to other companies.” Yerin leans her chin against her hand, watching him boredly. Her expression different from calm, similar to apathetic instead. “Your career is what it is because of how you’ve been marketed, conceptualized, created-- all synthetic.” Her finger continues a tap that’s out of beat from the way Jimin feels his heart, out of sync, creating a disarrayed ambiance. “You aren’t anything without what we make for you, Jimin.”

Her words send Jimin’s memories back, to every other instance of conversation with her privately for the past five years. The insinuations varying in how opaquely they’re depicted, but also equating to the strings attached to his performances on stage. How crafted his public persona is. Yerin’s reminders that he’s the face alone, and all else is because of collaborated work behind the scenes. Telling him again and again, if Y/N leaves his career could shatter right along with it.

“Just because Y/N leaves doesn’t mean we can alter the entirety of how the company operates. That’s like asking for public scrutiny.” She exhales, rolling her shoulders again in a relaxed manner. Jimin’s eyes don’t leave her, too frozen like suffocation. “Maybe if you left together with her, you could’ve made something, but from the looks of things that’s not something I need to be concerned about, or else you would’ve submitted resignation the same day she did.”

Jimin wonders how you were able to walk off without anyone. Under Yerin’s gaze and the tangling of her words, Jimin feels no freer than usual. Then he realizes that what she says is valid. You’re the one with talent. Yerin knows he can’t leave on his own because of that. Nothing on his own, Jimin is just what they’ve made. Like Yerin has always told him.

Making him align with the company’s perspective to keep your desires subdued. Tricked perhaps, but it’s true that a collapse without you is possible. An engrained thought.

Jimin sits back in the chair, eyes glancing from her to a random point in space in front of his legs. There’s no tension in his body, but he feels as though he’s lost.

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You stretch your legs, sock-clad feet lying atop the opposite armrest. Staring up towards the ceiling, you let a song play through your ears for the fifth time in a row, while your fingers tap softly along to the beat where they rest on the pillow you clutch against your stomach. The airpods aren’t soundproof like the headphones Yoongi uses when editing, so the typing of his fingers on the computer keyboard ring in the back of your mind. You barely notice when the monotonous sound breeches your concentration on the finalized version of the first song you worked on with him, but you find difficulty in ignoring when he starts typing again after abrupt pauses to take curious glances back in your direction.

“You know, I’m not really upset about that producer--he’s always been like that about my job.” You say plainly, unlocking your phone to pause the song, realizing that the comment would result as it does in Yoongi spinning halfway on his chair to better face you. “I kind of figured people would start rumors anyways.”

“Then maybe I’m more annoyed with that guy than you are.” A tiny sheepish curl begins at the corners of his lips, prompting an endeared smile on your own expression as you eventually shrug. “When did you start hearing the conversation?”

“About whenever he called out to Jimin.” You sit upwards on the couch, tossing the small pillow to the table and pulling your legs up to your chest so your chin can situate on your knees. “I thought he was going to notice me, but he looked in the other direction.” A small scoff escapes your lips sounding like a bitter amusement in Yoongi’s ears. Yoongi’s head nods slightly as he stands up to his feet, strolling to sit on the couch where your legs had occupied prior. “You sounded mad-- I would’ve been scared if I was him.”

Yoongi sighs at the memory of his tone, covering his slightly embarrassed smile with his hand as he rubs his face, sinking further back into the couch. You giggle at his reaction, lightly bumping the tip of your foot against his thigh to tease him. “Who wouldn’t? What a way to get information-- trying to get it through me,” He mumbles his words with his bottom lip prominently poking with his words, “In the first place I wasn’t going to let him say whatever about you anyways. Especially not go around saying you got fired.”

“Yeah,” Your eyes glow happily like your expression as you watch him talk. Yoongi shrugs, crossing his arms to keep himself quiet at risk of sounding silly. “Thank you, Yoon. It made me happy to hear you defend me like that, honestly.” You bite your lip to refrain from more laughter as he just shrugs again and purses his lips together in a muted satisfied smile. “Really I am!” You go on thinking his shy disposition is cute, but Yoongi only nods, mumbling in a joking way,

“Yeah, such a genuine way to thank someone.” He knows you’re speaking with sincerity, but he teases in return just concluding that you may try again with a higher-pitched voice to get him to believe you. Yoongi’s head turns to you as you shift on the couch, curiously raising an eyebrow as you simply crawl the pace to him and tug him into a hug,

“Thank you,” The final syllable trails on in a whine, as Yoongi laughs outright in response to your attempt to get him to stop pouting. His arm as well goes to wrap around your waist, unintentionally nudging you beneath the curve of your side prompting you to suddenly jerk. Pulling him back with you, Yoongi’s upper body lands on yours as you make a squeak of shock from being tickling and fall backwards onto the couch. “Don’t tickle me; I’m trying to be nice and thank you.”

“Accident,” He chuckles, adjusting himself into a less awkward angle as your hugging arms around his ribcage tighten warningly as though you attempt to get revenge. “What are you trying to do; wrestle me to apologize, angel?” Yoongi laughs, listening to your abrupt voice dismissing the idea sheepishly. “If we’re trying to replay the nap from the other day then maybe I should set an alarm since you fell asleep instead of waking me up.”

“How dare you call me out.” You can’t help but grin in embarrassment as he laughs, both recalling the hour nap that ran closer to three. “You made me fall asleep too.” Helpless mumbling excuses leave your lips, while Yoongi makes a disapproving whine at the passing of blame. “Also, how come you get to lie on me again? What if I want a pillow?”

“You threw the pillow onto the table.” He says bluntly, flicking his chin in the direction, as his waist wiggles to break free of the hug. You let out a single laugh, having forgotten that fact entirely and feel silly about his reminder. “But fine, since you’re complaining,” Yoongi’s voice trails off, simply taking a grip on either of your shoulders to bring you along with him as he lays his head on the opposite armrest.

Catching up with the altered positions, you feel a blush creeping along your cheeks while Yoongi’s arms lazily encompass your waist, leaving your face hidden from his sight as you situates against his chest. Biting your lip, you try not to think too much about the placement of your hands, but are at a loss of knowing where to put them. As your ears catch the faint melody of his heartbeat, you feel able to relax just the same with the weight of your forearms flattening also on his torso.

“Comfy?” The faint coarseness of Yoongi’s voice sounds mostly relaxed and gentle, but the questioning tone is genuine. You think even a little nervous that he did something wrong, but your head properly nestling against him relieves most of that worry. Evaporating it in entirely as your voice trickles peacefully,

“Yeah, very.” You don’t think he’s serious about taking a nap, considering the later hour of the afternoon and that you both would likely leave for the day soon. Nonetheless, not an ounce of energy in your body gives you the idea of scooting away from him. Too relaxed with in the warmth of Yoongi’s arms and gentle sway of your head rising and lowering from his even breaths, you lie enjoying the moment. Your hands twitch in little movements as indecision in your head goes back and forth, but eventually you ease them around Yoongi’s waist as well. Satisfied with the action as he shifts up only enough for you to hug onto him as he is to you.

“Maybe it’s not something for me to say, but I’m really proud of you for talking back to that guy, angel.” Yoongi admits softly, glancing as you wiggle a little and squeeze your arms tighter around him. Stifling any chuckling, he sees the faintest of rose decorating your complexation, and rubs his hands along your back, smiling as he questions, “What? You were cool.”

“Stop,” You laugh slightly, then sigh, “I was just annoyed. I don’t know.” Your cheek presses against Yoongi as you reconsider your actions, “I didn’t really feel scared or anything though… It felt kind of easy to speak-- defend myself, actually.”

“That’s good.” Yoongi smiles, letting his neck relax so his eyes can find the ceiling while he goes on, “I think you’re a strong person. Even if things are hard for you, you still do what’s best for yourself.”

“Whatever that is.” You mumble, not intending to discredit Yoongi’s words, because they really made you feel better about it all. Still you can’t help wonder about the future when the present seems so mixed up.

“Things will work out.” He replies simply, knowing it’s not a secure comfort. They’re ultimately just words with only what Yoongi knows about you to make up their validity, but in some ways he believes the simpleness is closer to what you would like to hear. Rather than dedicate paragraphs to idealistic scenarios, he supports you in a genuine sentiment enshrouded with the security of holding you in his arms.

Though there are ways for him to help you in a more pressing way. The idea of it is practically rebellious to the structure of his public persona, but the care of it bothers him less in the moment than it did when he rambled his worries to Hoseok. At the forefront of his mind is your situation, but also all of the potential associated with the idea. The small piece of it that could work for both of you even.

“I was thinking a lot lately,” Yoongi draws out the sentence, hesitant of the words due to their likelihood to change the temperment of the moment. But the rumor of you getting fired plays through his head, as well as the other instances of unfair treatment you’ve received. How you’re willing to leave with nothing. You hum for him to continue, your body completely lazed into his own. “If you want to, I want to release those songs we made together.”

There’s a beat of quiet, then you’re breeching away to support yourself on your arms. Looking down at Yoongi in an incredulous calm, your eyes narrow thinking you didn’t hear him correctly. He can’t help but smile up at you, finding your bewildered small frown endearing, but says again, easier now that it’s been said once, “I want to release them. Independently from my brand; just as Yoongi. With your name there too.”

“You’ll,” You stutter, still thrown off from the prospect, and the air in your throat hitching because of mention at your name being put beside something you’ve worked on. “You’ll get in trouble though, Yoon. I don’t want you to get in trouble for me.” You frown, wishing that you could say yes as instantaneously as he probably hoped for you to.

Yoongi’s undeterred by your response, hands running tiny slow streams along your back still to give a moment of calm. “I’ve released stuff independently before, angel. They don’t mind.”

“But they will if my name’s in there.” You swallow thickly, frown growing into more worry as your eyes deflect from his as you think of reprimand that would come his way undoubtedly.

“You’re not renewing your contract. They can’t stop you from doing what you want.” He strays a hand from your back to find your cheek, gently coaxing you to look back towards his eyes. Yoongi notices the evident spike of worry for his career, finding it similar to what he thought of his own career when Hoseok was going through his scandal. Then unwilling to help because of the risk. “Frankly, I don’t really care anymore if this company wants to get mad at me. My last one already stopped me from helping one friend when I could’ve, and I’m not going to let this one do it again.”

For a second you think that Yoongi’s desire to help you out is your fault for always bring your troubles into his life. That you’ve made him feel obligated. But you realize you’ve never indicated that you wanted to release the music. You didn’t join in collaboration with him under the pretense that you could find a way to drop the music into the public-- it was just his offer to give you an outlet when you originally were sad. But it became three songs before either of you realized. Never a discussion of release, and you didn’t expect anything because of a predisposed view you’ve grown used to.

“I want to.” Yoongi tells you softly, his eyes inspecting your expression as you feel a shift from worry into something different. He watches the space below your eyes, thumb brushing along your cheek to collect a tiny tear, and he notices your jaw appears to be clenched like you’re holding back. A faint smile drifts onto his face, “Do you?”

“I,” You try to speak, only becoming conscious of the tears Yoongi’s already aware of when they drip away because of your speech. An obscure mixture of anticipation fights with pessimism about his idea. “I feel like I shouldn’t be allowed to say yes.”

“You can if you want.” Yoongi says, brushing away more of the conflicted tears and catching you against his chest when you huddle back against him. “You don’t have to right now, either though. Just know that if you decide you want to release them, we can.”

“Even if it’ll get you in trouble though, Yoon?” You mumble in a more tamed worry, shifting in belief that maybe you could take a hold of this option that he’s willing extending you.

“Yeah, sweetie. I don’t mind that.” He listens to you groan against his chest, but just rubs your back to soothe any worries. His shoulders startle stiff when you lift your head up once more to look him in the eyes,

“You’re insane. You’re too nice, Yoongi.” Your voice is high like when you tease him or ramble about things you’re surprised about. He just shrugs, head tilting and only offering a smile in return. “You,” Frowning towards him, you wonder shortly why he always has to witness tears escaping your eyes to the point that you can’t even find yourself embarrassed about it. “You make me so happy.”

The shift in your voice to a small whisper leaves Yoongi quiet. Given the context of the conversation the admission is a bit nonsensical, only serving to create flurries in his ribcage. An earlier thought of hoseok’s words replay in his heads about Yoongi being fond of you, and it leaves him a little stunned in reaction to how you appear in his eyes. Yoongi opens his mouth a little to speak but finds no words coming out, silenced further by your curling smile.

“You know that you don’t have to feel like you need to help me, right?” You speak as through searching for doubt, but Yoongi instantly shakes his head. Curtly responding,

“I don’t. I help you because I want to.” More than that, but his mind doesn’t catch a particular word as he watches you rub your eyes from the previous evidence of surprise about his idea. His hands slide from a hug, settling to gently hold onto the sides of your waist, finding himself struck by enamor as you softly laugh.

“I wonder why-”

“I care about you.” Yoongi maintains eye contact as he blurts into your sentence, remaining serene like voice as you drop your hands from your face back to his chest. Looking down you take a moment to consider the intention of his words, unable to ignore the fervent tone despite his low voice. “We’ve gotten really close this year; why wouldn’t I want to help you?”

“Because I act like I need it every other second,” You murmur mostly teasing to which Yoongi rolls his eyes. Not having that thought for even a second. You giggle, reaching your hand to play with his hair and soothe his suddenly sour expression at your joke. “You mean it about wanting to release the songs?”

“Yes.” He nods, humored by the way you stare at him to search for even a hint that he’s unsure.

“You really mean it-”

“Angel,” He sighs, smiling at the singsong voice you ask again with. Squeezing your waist, Yoongi nods his head, “I thought about it a lot before today. I mean it.”

Your lips purse into a line. Knowing full well that Yerin would be angry the second those songs are sent out, you’re still hesitant. Granted the spiteful part of you finds the prospect of irritating her amusing, but not at all at the expense of Yoongi’s reputation within the company or otherwise. But if he’s the one presenting the idea, stating over and over again that he’s okay with it, you’re inclined to acknowledge that he knows what the idea could mean for him. And he’s still willing to do it.

“Okay, then.” Your heart thrums at Yoongi’s eyes widening slightly from your approval, but the quickly expanding smile on his face is hopeful so you succumb to a mirroring it. “Let’s release them.”

if you enjoy please, please let me know via ask, comment, rb with tags– however ! i’d just really appreciate feedback 🥺 i hope you enjoy the series, i’m working really hard on it! : )

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godless-crownless-king · 4 years ago

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You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

Does your character own any sentimental items? What’s the story behind these items? What would they do if these items were lost/destroyed?

🏵 Accepting 🏵 @random-oc-questions-fairy 🏵 Hi ! I actually really like your concept but this is not an OC (even though I’m definitely flattered, I absolutely do not own this character from the anime/manga Bleach XD). That said, that doesn’t prevent me from answering these questions to develop my muse ^_^ 🏵

🏵 Does your character own any sentimental items ? What’s the story behind these items ? What would they do if these items were lost/destroyed ? 🏵

🏵 I did realize pasting your questions that they have, for the two first ones, been answered here.

If these drawings wouldn’t be in his possession, one way or another, anymore, Aizen would certainly be upset, even thought the matter, the object itself isn’t what is truly meaningful and dear to him. What truly matters happens to be the memories attached to every single drawing, painting, and, thanks to his infallible foolproof memory, he can recall, even dozens and dozens of years later, every single detail of each dear moment. From the weather outside to these apparently anodyne sounds in the background, whether it’d be the wind, the noises of insects or the laugh of his dear muse. Closing his eyes, he could relive the entire scene. 🏵

#random-oc-questions-fairy #THE SOSUKE AIZEN YOU KNEW... NEVER EXISTED TO BEGIN WITH ((HC))

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dramarising-replacement · 5 years ago

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So, this is an old story.

Once I bought art, GrabBag-style. You pay $5 USD or so, and you'd get character art in a random style. The artist already had another art-shop and their art was fantastic, $10 clean sketches with colored lines, up to +$70 full body dragon portraits. I'd had some ideas for some OCs, who each had two forms technically, so for me it was $10 each to get each character. So like $70 total, to be paid up-front and I added extra as a tip because that's what I'd heard you were supposed to do, and I did.

And i knew it'd be a while, I'd placed an order for 20 characters after all!, and I wasn't the only person on their list, but other people got their art... and I didn't. In fact, I gave the artist a literal year (to when they opened their Halloween grabbag art thread again, because I thought I was getting art cheap and good, so it obviously wouldn't be fast [out of that old Costs of Life joke]), and remember, this was Grab-Bag style, I didn't have any say in the art quality that was going to come out, no-do-overs and there was as easily a chance of a rough sketch to paintings (which two of the other 5 grab-baggers in the list got, digital paintings with apparel, skins with detail in the backgrounds, I mean -they were posted in-thread for pick-up-).

But finally after that year and a week, I sent them an pm asking them about status and I got this pm back about how they'd been so busy (running their other art thread and taking other grabbags apparently) and they sent back a full refund.

So, I kept quiet about it all for this long, because I didn't have a messy issue getting my money back, and they were apologetic, but in hind-sight it seemed pretty practiced, it was a pretty to-the-point 'Sorry, I was busy.' reply and my paypal had it's refund in before I'd even opened the message.

But... I really wanted that art, and the artist really could have handed me a napkin sketch and that was all I'd been guaranteed. And they'd been really into the concept too when we were arranging it, saying they'd loved everything about it, and making execution suggestions as I was working the description out in writing (because, after all, I had no sketches, just a theme idea, and had said early on that it was completely free to interpret as they saw fit). So... to not even get a pencil sketch that I paid for, when other people, who you know also only pitched in $5 (because it was the grab bag for a single character) got detailed paintings.... really stung... but I didn't say anything. They did give me my money back, even before I'd asked. But they did let me wait a year, for me to ask before they did that.... If I'd never said anything, I really think I would have been without art or my money back.

I know this place isn't supposed to be nice, but I really don't have anyone to talk through this with, so please don't be too mad at me for talking bad about an artist. This has sorta been in the back of my head for three years now... Did I handle that situation right? Should I have said something else? Something different?

#Art #Long post #Confessions #User #submission

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choices-betch · 6 years ago

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Lost on You (Mona x MC)

Chapter I: when the party’s over Description: It’s been 6 years since the Mercy Park Crew split and Lexi is about to graduate from law school. Despite her valiant attempts to move’s on, an unexpected event sends her reeling in the past. Pairing: Mona x MC (Lexi Padilla); OC X MC Chapter warnings: some NSFW content, light cursing Notes: After the RoD ending I was NOT satisfied and needed to have some semblance of control and resolution with Mona lmao so here this is. I don’t know how many parts it will be; I’m estimating maybe 4? We’ll see where it takes me, but it’s gonna be angsty. Thank you to @pauclaws for the prompt that got the wheels turning! Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters. Song accompaniment: when the party’s over - Billie Eilish Tags: @maxwellsquidsuit @scarlet-letter-a0114 @whoinvitedalx

Chapter I: when the party’s over

Lexi gathered her belongings after handing in her last final, sighing in relief as she headed out the door; finally this hellish semester was over, and with that, her final year of law school. Lost in thoughts of what cheap wine she could snag and curl up on the couch with that evening to ignore the world around her, she was startled when she ran into something hard. She looked up to a grinning face, stepping out of the way to avoid blocking other students exiting.

“I know I’m sexy but damn, girl,” the man joked with a wink, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. Lexi grinned at him sheepishly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Sorry, Joel. Got distracted,” Lexi apologized, clearly embarrassed.

“My devilishly handsome features do tend to have that effect on people,” Joel responded with a wink, eliciting an eye roll from Lexi. “What are you off in a hurry for? Celebrating tonight?”

Lexi eyed him dubiously, shaking her head. “The most exciting part of my night will be deliberating between Zinfandel and Rosé.”

“Boooorriiiinng,” he chided, motioning for Lexi to walk with him. “Unacceptable. You just finished your last day ever of law school, girl! You’re coming with me and my friends to a club downtown.”

“Clubs aren’t really my thing,” Lexi responded with a cringe. On the rare occasion she went to one, she seemed to attract the people with the worst pick up lines, not to mention smells.

“It’s a gay club, trust,” Joel said dismissively, waving her off. “It’s gonna be fire.”

“I don’t have the money for that,” Lexi hesitated, her resolve crumbling.

“We’ll pre-game at my place.”

“I—“

“Nope!” Joel interrupted, “You’re coming. I’m not letting you rot alone on your couch in ratty ass grandma underwear when you could be gettin’ some ass. You’ve done nothing but throw yourself into school since I met you and I’ve had it! You’re coming with.”

Lexi barked out a laugh; he wasn’t wrong. They’d met on the first day of law school and for the last 2 years Joel had been trying to get Lexi out more, to help her relax...no such luck. Lexi finally relented, agreeing to go. After hashing out the details on where to meet, Lexi headed back to her studio in an effort to regain some energy for the night ahead. — Lexi shook her fingers through her hair as she doused it in hairspray in an attempt to secure her beach waves. She straightened up, staring at herself for an extended period of time before sighing. Lexi had thought getting a shoulder length cut a few months ago would make it easier to style, thus forcing her to do something with it, but clearly her hair was hopeless. A glimpse of a drawing in the background caught Lexi’s eye. The significance of this time of year wasn’t lost on her, as was the case with every year that passed. Six years later she still thought, what if...?

Despite Mona’s demand that Lexi forget about her and leave her alone, she couldn’t and wouldn’t. Lexi managed to figure out where Mona was being held (though found very little else) and wrote to her religiously...at first. But she never got a response, with one exception: her birthday. Every year she would get a hand drawn card, which she always treasured and had displayed in her room, but it was always followed by silence. That hurt worse than anything Mona had done. Just as Mona said - words meant nothing; it’s what you do that counts, and doing nothing said everything. Still, Lexi continued to write, less frequently as the years went by, and still, only a birthday card once a year.

She didn’t know why she couldn’t let go. It’d been a few months of passion followed by six years of absolutely nothing but those few and far between glimmers of hope that Mona had the same difficulty forgetting her. Still, those memories stayed with her as vivid as if they’d just happened. Sometimes, she could even swear she still felt Mona’s lips on her mouth, her neck…

Lexi snapped out of her thoughts, suddenly conscious of her fingers grazing her lips. She shook her head, gave her makeup and short black dress a once over one last time, then grabbed her belongings and headed to Joel’s.

She walked around the complex, glancing between her phone and the door numbers; surely she was missing an area, but after circling multiple times she was about to force Joel to come escort her.

“You look lost.” Lexi looked up in alarm, locking eyes with a woman gazing at her in amusement. “Sorry, I’ve just seen you circling around a few times. It was disorienting.”

“Why were you watching me for that long?” Lexi retorted, eyeing the woman cautiously and getting into a defensive stance. If this lady was some sort of serial killer, Lexi wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Whoa, calm down killer,” she joked, holding her hands up in defense. “I was smoking...a few times, actually. Social anxiety plus clubbing is not fun. Although you certainly look like you’re about to enjoy your evening.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lexi was growing frustrated, and she didn’t know why this random stranger was getting under her skin.

“I just meant you’re dressed to kill,” she clarified, scratching her neck. “Well, this went horribly awry. I only meant to offer to help you find what you’re looking for.”

Lexi relaxed slightly, eyeing the woman briefly before sighing. She wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She gave the woman the unit she was looking for and the woman chuckled, looking around awkwardly.

“Yeah, it’s uh...down this way. Joel’s one of my best friends; heading out with the gang to celebrate his release from the prison of law school,” she joked. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.”

The woman introduced herself as Jordan, a software engineer that had been friends with Joel since undergrad. Lexi observed Jordan’s physical appearance for the first time. She wasn’t particularly tall - maybe 5’6 at the most - but she had a solid build accentuated by her button down and chinos. Her caramel hair was pulled back in a tight bun, strong jawline more prominent as a result. Lexi silently appreciated the view, knowing from her behaviors over the years that’s all it would be. After finally making it to Joel’s apartment and being introduced to his group of friends, everyone did a few tequila shots before requesting a Lyft.

Lexi squinted slightly as she entered the dark club, disoriented from the pulsing neon lights. She adjusted the band on her wrist as she looked around, following the group toward the bar.

“What are you drinking?” Jordan asked, her hand gently touching Lexi’s lower back. Lexi looked at her, dazed for a moment; it’d been a long time since an innocent touch felt that intimate. Not since…

Lexi cleared her throat and forced a smile. “Whiskey, on the rocks. Make it a double.”

The rest of the night flew by in a drunken blur of dancing and too many random bodies touching. Jordan got increasingly close over the night, and Lexi didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if she was really that desperate for intimacy, but she found herself back in a Lyft, making out intensely on their way to Jordan’s apartment. She didn’t know what she was doing. Sure, she found Jordan attractive and she definitely felt chemistry there, but there wasn’t anything special about this particular person. Why was she so torn, so desperate for this feeling?

Somehow they made it to Jordan’s apartment, tangled limbs stumbling through the door and to the bedroom where they wasted no time undressing.

“I’m so glad I came out tonight,” Jordan said against Lexi’s lips as they fell on the bed. Lexi kissed her harder; she didn’t want to talk, just feel. As Jordan’s lips moved down her neck, Lexi closed her eyes, hands going to Jordan’s hair.

Lexi ran her hands through Mona’s hair then pulled her into a passionate kiss, Mona’s half naked body conforming to hers. Mona pulled away slowly then shoved Lexi back onto the bed, smirking as she kissed up her body.

“If I do get killed because of the stupid brotherhood, it might be worth it.”

Lexi blinked back to reality, Jordan halfway down her body by now.

“Is this okay?” Jordan asked, pausing at her underwear. Lexi paused, mind racing as her breathing increased.

Lexi looked down at Mona, perched between her legs with a teasing grin. “You really want me, don't you?” Mona ran her thumb gently down Lexi’s folds, wetness coating her thumb as Lexi twitched slightly. “I can tell.”

“God, yes,” Lexi breathed as Mona glanced up at her, gently sucking the juices off her thumb. Lexi’s breathing hitched, Mona silently urging her to continue. “I want you to kiss me everywhere…”

Lexi nodded, her underwear quickly being pulled off and thrown to the side. Her mind was racing, stuck between the past and the present as it always seemed to be. Lexi gasped, her thoughts in the present for now at the shock of the intense feelings coursing through her body.

Lexi gripped her pillow, reaching down to grasp Mona’s hair in her hand as Mona’s tongue continued gliding against her.

“Mona, don’t stop...I’m...I’m gonna…”

Lexi’s eyes flew open as her climax overcame her, her legs trembling with every wave of pleasure. As Jordan kissed back up her body, Lexi flipped over quickly, silently and quickly making her way down Jordan’s body.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” Jordan joked breathily.

Lexi didn’t respond, continuing her way down, maintaining every effort to distract herself from the flashbacks she was having; to help her forget. The rest of the night went by in a blur, and next thing she knew she was staring at the clock on the bedside table. Lexi glanced to her right, Jordan sleeping deeply, then scanned the room for her clothes. She slowly got out of the bed, quietly grabbing her belongings before exiting the room. She hurriedly got dressed and requested a Lyft home before making her way out the door, closing it quietly behind her. — Lexi walked into her studio on autopilot and stood just past her doorway, dropping her keys and bag on the floor and staring blankly ahead. After a long moment she snapped out of it, closing the door behind her. She quickly began stripping and walked to the bathroom, her clothing leaving a trail behind her. She turned on the shower hastily, stepping in and under the water without waiting for it to warm. Squeezing a glob of soap onto her loofa, she began scrubbing her body roughly, furiously trying to clean off every touch, bite, lick on her skin; any trace of intimacy left on her body.

She’d been with men over the years, even casually dated a few, but ultimately something never fully clicked; they always felt more like friends. While she found plenty of women attractive over the years, something - someone - kept her from fully pursuing anything. For the first time tonight, she’d felt something since Mona. Perhaps she’d always thought nothing would compare - which she was still right about - but what she hadn’t prepared for was the emotional toll it took after the fact, and why: she didn’t want a connection like that with anyone else.

She paused her scrubbing, eyes stinging and breathing hitched slightly. The tears came quickly and freely, a mixture of anger, guilt and heartbreak. Why? Why did someone have to matter to her when nothing was ever meant to come of it? Why Mona, who clearly wasn’t bothered one way or the other? Why did she have to be so damn persistent instead of listening for once?

She slid down the shower wall, a sob escaping her mouth, allowing the water to beat down on her until it ran cold. Lexi finally calmed herself, standing to rinse her face before turning off the water. She dried herself off and threw on some bed clothes before making her way to her desk. Pulling out a piece of paper, she began to write.

She wrote about her anger, guilt, sadness, resentment; the difficulty she had enjoying any milestone or accomplishments in her life without thinking of Mona or wishing she were there, but most of all her seeming inability to meet anyone without comparing them to her. And they never compared. Lexi hastily scribbled the facility’s address on an envelope, stamped it, then walked to the corner to mail it before she could change her mind. Maybe this was what she needed to finally move on. Lexi walked back to her studio and headed to bed, curling her comforter closely around her as she drifted into a restless sleep. — 2 weeks later

Mona shoved her hands in her pockets as she approached her destination, having gotten dropped off a few blocks down the road to avoid traffic back up. She scanned her surroundings, glancing down at her phone for clarification of where she was headed, then continued on the path. After a few too many turns (and even more curse words), Mona finally made it to her destination, careful to do her best to blend into the background. Announcements had already begun, and Mona scanned the rows of chairs at the front for any sign of familiarity. After searching a few times, Mona’s sight focused on a familiar profile with much-shorter-than-she’d-remembered dark hair beneath a cap. She smirked; sexy.

Just then, the girl looked back, seemingly straight at Mona. Mona panicked, ducking behind other attendees as she moved farther out of view. She caught sight of the girl again, seeing her frown and look around for a few moments before turning to a man next to her.

Mona’s thumb grazed the edges of the folded letter she’d received just as she was about to be released. Perhaps it wasn’t a direct invitation, but there was certainly enough information for Mona to figure it out. Still, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and it kept Mona protected; in control. Mona stuck around until she saw what she came for, then headed out for her next mission. —

Lexi enjoyed brunch with a few classmates and her dad after the ceremony then headed home for a much needed nap. As she got close to her doorway she took off her heels, sighing in relief as she tiptoed toward her door, her dad chastising her for not waiting until she was inside. She stopped short at the sight of a small package left at her doorstep. Her dad put a hand out to keep her in place, slowly moving forward to inspect the package. After he deemed it safe, he picked it up and handed it to her. Lexi examined all the edges curiously, shaking it gently. She flipped the tag and her knees buckled slightly at the recognition of the handwriting and the message.

Congrats, gorgeous. Always said you were a nerd. xx

“Lexi?” he questioned, concern etched on his face as he reached out to steady her. “Are you okay?”

She stared at the tag for another long moment, mentally telling herself to get it together with a shaky breath before turning the tag over and forcing a smile.

“Yeah, Dad. I’m fine. Let’s go inside.”

#mona x mc #mona rod #mona ride or die #mona x mc fic #ride or die #choices mona #choices stories you play #playchoices #pixelberry #n*fw #lost on you #choices fanfic

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afictionaladventure16 · 6 years ago

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist

Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Cute gif of Chris Evans ahead.

Word Count: Uhhhhh

Chapter 3

Letter #3

October 31th, 2019

Chris’s POV

Chris woke up, doing his usual routine when he was home. Which consisted of him working out and things that kind of included Dodger in the mix. But it was Halloween, Chris seemed to be rushing his usual routine in order to get to his sisters' house to see his young Niece’s and Nephews.

It wasn’t until he was at his sister's house that he had received a phone call, excusing himself to the other room he quickly answered the call, knowing the number all too well.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Evans?” A soft voice said in the other line, “this is Dr. Holts receptionists, I’m assuming you know why I am calling.”

Chris chuckled, “yeah, I do, I can pick up the letter in an hour if that’s alright?”

“Perfectly fine, see you then, Mr. Evans,” with that the girl hung up the phone.

“What was that all about?” He heard his sister ask from behind him, he quickly turned around and smiled at his older sister, Carly.

“Just my therapist, wanting me to pick up a letter.” She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “she asked me to be a part of this project of hers, in which I get a letter from a stranger and we communicate that way.”

“Sounds interesting,” she said as she sat on the couch, “tell me more.”

“Well, she wants to know if this would make some people feel better, maybe the effect of writing down their problems to a stranger and sending it out only to wait a couple days for a reply would help a person deal with things emotionally. Maybe it’ll help them to wait things out if things turn for the worse,” Chris hoped his sister knew what he was implying. It wasn’t something that had crossed Chris’s mind but he knew that many people out there have thought of it. It saddened him at the thought. At the thought that many fans of his had ever dealt with it.

If he could help prevent that in any way, Chris wouldn’t hesitate to do it.

“Well, what do you know about this person?”

“Well, from what I know, her name is Julie and she’s a waitress in California.... so far that’s it. Also, she loves Star Wars and dogs.”

“sounds like your kind of girl,” Carly mumbled but she didn’t mumble low enough because Chris heard her, easily giving her a small glare.

“No, Carly,” he sighed, “probably isn’t the best idea.”

“Well, you never know!”

“She’s twenty-three anyways, you know how people are with age-gaps.”

“Yeah, and let me tell you that age doesn’t really matter. Well, it does in some cases but not in this one!” Chris sighed, not wanting to hear this from his sister, he already hated the thought of almost being forty and alone. No wife or kids. It felt like if anything were to happen with someone it’d be rushed, “Look, I’m just saying, don’t say no just yet. Just... Just let things happen if it were to happen.”

Chris rolled her eyes, “it’s just a pen pal, Carly, nothing else. Alright?”

Carly sighed, “alright.”

“Look I should get going, I’ll be back later to help the kids with their costumes,” Chris said as gave his sister a kiss on the cheek before leaving the house.

Chris began his drive to his therapist's office. The talk he had with his sister Carly not once leaving his mind. “just a pen pal,” he reminded himself as he focused on the road, “nothing is going to happen, we’ll probably only send each other a handful of letters before one of us gets tired of the other.” Chris didn’t want to think that way if anything he wanted this project to work. He wanted to find sources for people to seek help.

But Chris couldn’t help but think of how much this girl, Julie, made him laugh. The way she wrote her letters, he couldn’t help but wonder if she were the same way in real life. Did the words, the comebacks, slip out of her tongue the way they so easily come into a sentence on a piece of paper? did she write that letter with ease or did she sit down for hours contemplating on what to say?

Chris didn’t know. But he knew that there was some sort of connection.

Chris finally arrived at his therapist's office, he greeted the receptionist as she gave him his letter, “they sure do arrive quickly,” he commented.

“Priority mail,” she said with a small smile. He said his goodbyes and then walked over to his car. He couldn’t wait to get home, so he opened the letter right there in his car, in front of his therapist's office.

Dear Chris,

I feel that after a while, we will stop using ‘Dear’ and end up using ‘wassup, Chris.’ I dunno, just a random thought. But you are right, it is a ‘my bad’ that I did not give you my last name. Although I have to say, I like the mystery of it. No last name, just first names. Keeps us guessing. Like your last name can be Smith. Chris Smith. Nah, now that I wrote it, it doesn’t sound as great as it did in my head. Plus, it’s such a basic last name for such a basic first name. Did I just roast you? Wow.

I guess that just means that you are officially my friend. Congrats. Don’t expect me to lend you any money.

And to answer your question as to if I like waitressing… it’s in between yes and no. There are rude customers and the very nice customers that make me love my job. And career-wise? No clue. I guess I started waitressing while I thought about it what I wanted to do career-wise, but now, I don’t know. I thought it would be photography but now I’m not sure. I thought I was so good at photography, but things happened with family and I just... stopped. It was a dream of mine.

Anyways, these letters are way different than texting and although I do prefer texting, this is nice. Different. I feel like I’m in the fifties, with some Etta James playing in the background, writing to some long-lost relative and wondering when my husband will come back from the war.

Chris chuckled, “sounds something like what Steve would do, or maybe even Peggy?” He shook his head and kept reading.

Thirty-seven? Wow, I imagine you like some old guy that probably is a secret ax murderer. Are you an ax murderer? An ax murderer wouldn’t tell me that. Unless he did just so I wouldn’t believe him, so he’d be off the hook, you know? I say, ‘you know’ a lot.

And what does ‘career in the arts’ mean? Do you make porn? Is that what that means? Is it a fancy way of saying that you a porn artist? Because if it is, I’m cool with it and I have lots of follow up questions. One for example, do you ever get recognized in the streets? Or in the sheets, if you know what I mean? ; )

I’ve been dealing with my anxiety since I could remember. Different triggers now that I am older, though. We will always need help, I guess.

Alright, you are immediately one of my favorite humans. And that’s saying a lot because there isn’t many. Dogs are EVERYTHING. I have one, Boo. Don’t judge on the name. I had him since I was five. He’s my baby and my everything. The poor little guy is on his last days, though. Sad to see him that way, you know? He’s helped me through so much, my anxiety, depression, my parent's divorce. He lives with my dad, my apartment complex doesn’t accept dogs. Rude right? How old is Dodger? And why the name Dodger?

Question: Do you have any siblings?

Thought I should add that since we are getting to know each other we must keep this huge conversation going, you know?

Later Vader.

P.S. If you like ‘Toodles’ then why didn’t you use it? I think you should use it. I better see ‘Toodles’ in my next letter. It’s a good thing you do like Star Wars. Lit? I think so. I’m not sure. I’m no longer up to date with the things kids say nowadays. I’m pretty sure Lit is still cool, though. I’ll have to ask my nephews when I see them.

Chris sat there in his car, rereading the letter over and over, he looked at his therapist's office, noticing they were still open. He got out of his car, quickly making his way over to the office, “Do you have a pen and paper? maybe even an envelope?” The receptionist looked at him confused but handed him the materials he needed, he thanked her and began scribbling some things on the paper, “are you writing back already?” She asked as she watched as he wrote fairly quickly.

he chuckled, “just couldn’t wait... you said you guys send this through priority mail, correct?” She gave him a nod. “Great!”

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wanderinghellkitten · 5 years ago

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2000th post

So... This kinda means something to me. I’m honestly amazed that I made it this far. To cut a long story short, that’s 200 pages on the blog, a goal I honestly thought I’d never reached.

So since I forgot to celebrate the anniversary of this blog like an idiot, I thought I’d make a post here and be honest with my feelings instead of being a tsundere idiot. I’ve taken some liquid courage (and decided that alcoholic beverages really aren’t for me) so... As is traditional, it’s time I made an appreciation post.

I wanted to do more than just 9 people but I think it’d be a little bit over the top of I just... listed everyone I follow. Here goes.

Amber @twinfoxtails is my wonderful senpai who inspired me to start this blog. When I first thought about starting a blog for Hailey, I thought that ocs couldn’t do well for themselves. And then I found Eri. And I went through pages and pages of funny or heartfelt or just generally well-written stuff. I was honestly pretty inspired... and I can’t stress enough how inspirational you are for me. So more than anything else, if I’d never seen Eri’s blog, Amber, Hailey would never even have been here, and I wouldn’t have met all the wonderful people in this list, and all the people who aren’t, who are just as wonderful.

Chiru @nekofantasia is the second active blog I followed. I liked your Chen at once, which is saying something, since she’d always been a character I’ve been more or less indifferent too. I enjoyed seeing the Chenanigans. I enjoyed seeing you mess around. Hell, I even enjoyed the ramblings about how terrible your teachers are, and I enjoyed seeing you ramble about androgynous girls on your personal. You were the first person who followed me back, and that feeling of “oh wow someone cool and pro and amazing noticed me” is honestly what helped me kick off at the start.

Dawn @uncorruptedchampion/ @misplacedmuses is a big bulli but heccin great either way. Honestly, I love your writing and I cannot stress that enough. Yours is my favourite out of everyone I’ve seen, and that seriously means something. And dammit, without you this blog would have died so many times down the middle. There were so many times that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to carry on and then you’d do like a short thread with me and... everything got better. I’ll never get sick of reading your writing, even if I don’t really have the time to read every single post.

Kako @soulwitch/ @volatilepaths is someone I’ve admired for a long time but only really got to talk to recently. You... are also a bulli, but screw that I love talking to you. Your floods are amazing and I love looking through them thinking “oh geez, that’s a lotta stuff.” The amount of effort you put into Redbellion is truly inspirational. tying all those little plots together for a myriad of people and still getting it done, telling a story with input from so many contributors, creating a varied cast who laugh and cry, fight and die... I haven’t been giving it as much attention as it deserves, but it’s truly amazing.

Angel who’s got so many blogs that I can’t even tag them all so I’m gonna tag her art blog @angelsreprisal is someone who should go to bed! Do I need to say anything for you? I think we both know everything I’d ever want to say. Including how smug I am that you lost the last bet. So I’ll send you a Meebo later instead >:3

Kana @inadcquacy (or @ranpirds if you want their art blog) is a heccin wiznerd. Your art is still just fantastic, and you drew Hailey so well the first time that I’m still not gonna change the art for the bio unless you specifically revamp it and tell me to. I miss your Flan (although I don’t miss editing backgrounds for your Alice blog) and Hailey misses her too. A lot. Like seriously. Good luck with Abby.

Bunny who no longer rps anymore is a gay ass nerd whom I’m literally talking to on discord right now sssssss. You and your Tewi really... were great. And those reactions too, they gave me a right laugh. You always make me laugh, you’re a nerd. You know everything I’d like to say to you as well, so... Kurumi, Yuki, Aya, Youko, Karen and so many more >:3

Johnny @johnny-writes is a writer who has devoted a lot of time to what he does. Whether it be for his phd or his rp, he always puts in effort and time, takes care of the details. I’m gonna miss seeing you around, buddy, but good luck with your paper. Perhaps I’ll see your name on a fancy research paper with a Dr. in front of it someday, eh? (although your field of study and mine don’t exactly align)

Fox @shootingxstardust is a dangus nerd. What am I gonna do with you, huh? Random memes, Godzilla, semi-lewd materials, bad puns, randomly calling me in the morning to ask me what I think about your sister’s voice... Hang on, I’m allowed to talk about that, right? You’re fun. You’re chill. I’m sorry to hear about your dog. Good luck with... everything.

Oh look that’s everyone done! It only took me getting drunk off my face to be honest with my feelings and not be a tsundere git! Everyone else... I heccin love you all, you’re great, but these nine I had to specifically mention for putting up with my dumb mediocrity all the time. If you’re reading this, have a good day. Feel free to laugh about the fact that I’m such a tsundere I actually had to get drunk to be honest sssssss.

#ooc #((love you all))#((gonna go sober up now))#((someone call me out if I get embarrassed about this and edit it later))

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noa748 · 6 years ago

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tl;dr new reality

Going through/adding to old notes after months of not touching NR. There’s a good chunk of chapter written, but man it’s been a real struggle getting back into writing. It was always liberating to be able to work through certain internal struggles/insecurities via OC Brit, but now writing her feels like crawling into an old skin that doesn’t quite fit anymore.

Writing NR, weirdly enough, gave me the courage to start seeking real connections with people rather than keeping a safe distance to protect myself. Writing the cheesy friendships, putting myself in all of those different shoes, personalities and backgrounds, writing people cut from very different cloths learning to mesh and come together for a greater cause... the optimism of the Tales games is actually pretty infectious. I wanted to be a friend like Lloyd, and the more I envisioned it, the easier it seemed to make lasting friendships.

Unfortunately, life isn’t a Tales game, and sometimes you can’t reach people no matter how much you care. I wrote much of NR before I really learned what emotional damage was, or how shitty people can be. The lens with which I view the world has been altered, and it’s hard for me to put myself back in OC Brit’s headspace. Zelos as potential love interest is laughable to me now - he’s the last person I’d trust, but ironically the one I most relate to. I try to write Brit helping him work through his damage when I can barely process my own.

OC Brit is this... chunk of optimism in me that I’m fighting to unearth again. Getting back into writing NR isn’t going to solve my problems, but I think reuniting with the ToS crew has the potential to be just as therapeutic for me as it was when I was a lonely, depressed teenager dealing with my parent’s divorce.

Also, I SWORE I WOULD FINISH THIS BITCH BEFORE I TURNED THIRTY. How the hell am I already 26. Hoooooly shit.

Despite having beaten ToS a number of times, it’s been years since I’ve played and I’m having difficulty remembering certain details of the plot (as well as where the fuck I was going with certain plot points). I really need to buckle down and reread all six billion chapters of my damn story as well as watch some LPs. As I’ve changed jobs, for the first time in 5 years I actually have free time and adequate sleep so I can quite possibly write something.

For those of you who can’t remember where we left off, we are currently at the point in the game where the group visits certain places in Tethe’alla so that the Tethe’allans can decide which world they want to stay on. This will be my time to get used to writing all these children characters again. Feel free to send me links to some good ToS fanfics, those will get me thinking again...

As a bonus, here’s a snippet of the next chapter (hint: they’re all playing Two Truths and a Lie)

“Okay. Soooo… let’s see…” It was Zelos’ turn again, and he was grinning wickedly. “Oh, I know. One… when I was twelve, I had a pet manticore for three weeks. Two… I’ve had a fan gift me a doll made with locks of her hair. And three—I’ve dated five women at the same time.”

Sheena and I groaned, Regal pressed a hand to his chin, and Colette giggled and clapped her hands. Zelos was the worst, and he was winning this game by a landslide. He just had too many weird stories.

“What was the manticore’s name?” I demanded.

“Manny,” Zelos replied.

I smacked my forehead. “Manny the manticore? Are you kidding me?”

“C’mon, I was twelve!”

Sheena heaved a sigh. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why did you have a manticore as a pet?”

“It had a broken leg. I was nursing it back to health.” He shrugged. “In the sewers, of course. Nobody really knew about it.”

“Aw, Zelos, that’s so sweet! Manny must’ve been so cute,” Colette chirped.

I laid my head down on the table, stifling defeated laughter. This was ridiculous. How was Zelos even a real person? Okay, okay, what else… the crazy doll thing, that didn’t surprise me. Neither did the fact about him simultaneously dating multiple women.

“Who was this fan of yours?” Regal asked.

“It was actually one of my classmates at the University in Sybak,” Zelos laughed. “Said it was part of an experiment. I never really figured out what that one was about.”

“Please tell me you don’t still have this doll,” Sheena said.

“Hell no. I hid it behind some books in the library when she wasn’t around.”

“What were the names of your five girlfriends?” Colette asked.

“Trish, Lily, Kayleigh, Sophie and Leanne,” Zelos replied, barely even hesitating.

I felt my lip curl a bit. That jerk, he had me again. I was annoyed because a part of me wished I knew him well enough to be able to tell when he was fibbing, but I was failing so far. Nobody had caught him in a lie yet and this was his third turn.

Zelos glanced over at the clock on the wall. “Oh, time’s up. What do you guys say?”

“Manticore,” Sheena replied. Regal voiced his agreement.

“I think it was the doll!” Colette replied. “I really want to believe you had a manticore named Manny,” she admitted, sticking her tongue out and looking sheepish.

Zelos chuckled, and then looked over at me. “Brit?”

I paused for a moment, thinking. Zelos led a crazy life, that much was for sure. But the manticore thing—that was almost too obvious, wasn’t it? I really wanted to guess that, but I felt like that was another one of his outlandish true stories that he threw out as a decoy. As for the doll… Zelos had to have received a lot of weird gifts over the years.

But the five women? He had almost spouted out those names too fast, like he was just listing random names off the top of his head. If he was really that big of a man whore, I would think he’d almost have trouble keeping track of all the names.

“You never dated five women at once,” I said.

His smug façade actually crumbled and he stared at me in genuine surprise.

“Well. Not bad, spitfire.”

“Seriously?” Sheena gaped. “That was the one I thought was true for sure.”

“Course,” Zelos said with a snort. “That’s why I used it. Believe it or not, I’ve never actually had a girlfriend.”

The ninja frowned, staring at him. “Huh. I guess in the end that’s not so surprising. I remember seeing you messing around with your floozies, but it was always different girls every week.”

“Yay! I wish I got to meet Manny,” Colette said, still completely focused on the manticore story.

I couldn’t stop myself from grinning; I was fairly pleased with myself this time. Finally got him! Although that was an interesting fact I never would’ve guessed about Zelos. For someone who seemed so smooth with the ladies, it was strange to think he’d never actually dated. Was it because he didn’t want to commit, or because actually dating required a particular level of closeness?

Zelos seemed to see the question in my eyes, and offered a shrug. “Not like there’s a point to dating anyway, not when the church is bound to tell me who I can and can’t marry.”

Colette’s face fell, and she looked a little sad. “Oh… that’s right. Families of the Mana lineage are all from arranged marriages… it was the same for Father and Mother.”

That made a depressing amount of sense, and it shed a different light on Zelos’ womanizing tendencies. Why bother getting attached? It’d only cause more pain in the end, right? His own father had had an affair with another woman, who in turn killed his mother… the arranged marriage had both created and destroyed his family.

“Hey, hey! I’m not sitting here moping over things I can’t control, so why should you guys?” Zelos reached out and gave me a lighthearted shove. “Spitfire, it’s your turn!”

“All right,” I replied, leaning back a bit to think. What hadn’t I used yet?

After a pause, I grinned at everyone. “Okay… One. I’ve been on a train that goes underwater. Two… I’m actually allergic to wasabi. Three, I used to wear glasses.”

“A train that goes underwater?” Zelos huffed. “Y’know, I’m mad because I think it’s true. Why not just build a bridge? And I thought Tethe’alla had some backwards logic…”

“Now that must be an engineering marvel,” Regal commented, stroking his chin.

“Plus think of all the fishies you get to see while you’re on the train!”

I burst out laughing. “It doesn’t work like that, Colette…”

#new reality #noa748 writing

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