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dxncingwithastrxnger · 6 months ago

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i saw mc kissing santa claus (Obey Me!)

A/N: Christmas time again!! I don't think I'll be doing a christmas sleepover again, as those always failed in the past, but I am going to be doing an Obey Me writing challenge this month!! As for the prompts, I'll be using the list that @om-adventcalendar created, which you can find here. Most, if not all, of these prompts are gonna be filled with lots of fluff, so enjoy!!

Pairing(s): Lucifer x MC

Prompt(s): 1. Lucifer

Summary: The night before Christmas, Lucifer and MC pass out the first round of presents while the others in the house sleep and spend some time together.

Tag(s): It's all just fluff! But slightly suggestive at the end

Word Count: 1,330

Song Inspiration: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by The Jackson 5

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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It’s late into the night when the House of Lamentation finally went quiet, most of its inhabitants fast asleep. Only the human and the eldest brother remain awake, enjoying the rare moment of peace in the household, enjoying the sweet melody the latter is playing on the piano.

“What is it you humans say about the mouse the night before Christmas?” Lucifer asks, turning to look beside him as he finishes the last notes of the song.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.’” MC recites, looking back at him.

“Ah, that’s right. I do believe that applies here, yes?”

MC chuffs in amusement. “I would hope so. If Barbatos caught wind of a mouse, we’d all be in trouble.” They say, stretching their arms above their head before standing.

Lucifer chuckles, standing as well. “Yes, I suppose that’s true.”

The two of them then head out into the hall together, already knowing their destination. MC walks beside Lucifer with a pep in their step and when they reach his room, they insist that Lucifer enter first.

“What are you up to?” The demon asks.

The other only smiles. “Nothing bad! Just go in and see!” They usher him forward and he shakes his head but does so anyway.

A loud sigh leaves him in a huff as he immediately spots not only the two matching Santa hats on his bed, but also the large Santa coat lying with one of the hats. “MC, do you honestly expect me to wear that ridiculous thing?”

MC steps up beside him and gives him their warmest smile. “Please, Lucifer?”

He narrows his eyes at them before huffing as he picks up the coat and puts it on, grumbling about it the whole time.

MC grins and grabs the two hats, placing one on their own head before placing the other on Lucifer’s, completing his look. “Maybe next year, I’ll get you to wear the beard, too.” They quip cheekily.

“Absolutely not.” Was the immediate response leaving the Avatar of Pride’s lips before they even got to finish their sentence. They laugh as he grabs the bag of presents at the end of his bed and the two head out of the room, heading down the hall.

Their first destination is the twin’s room. They slip into the room, the only noise in there are those of both of the demon’s snores. Out of the bag, Lucifer pulls out a cylindrical shaped present, the paper full of various sun-shaped patterns, and hands it to MC. Next, he pulls out a long, rectangular present covered in moon-patterned paper. The two of them approach the twins’ beds, MC setting Beel’s present on his night stand while Lucifer places Belphie’s present on the bed beside him. Right before they leave the room, they both smile at the youngest curling around his present in his sleep.

It’s Mammon’s room that they approach next, quietly opening the door as Lucifer pulls out a medium sized present in gold paper from his bag. MC walks to the end of Mammon’s bed and watches as Lucifer places the present on the pillow on the side of the bed opposite of where his brother is sleeping. The Avatar of Greed lets out only a snore as the two silently exit the room.

At Satan’s door, Lucifer is already handing over a green-wrapped package with a knowing look. MC resists the urge to laugh as they take it from him and open up the bedroom door, leaving it open as they walk over to Satan’s sleeping form and tuck the present right into the gap between his arm and the bed beneath him. The blonde stays silent in his slumber as they walk back to Lucifer and close the door behind them.

Next is Levi, the third oldest tucked away in his bathtub, reptilian tail wrapped around himself. His present is tucked into the curved space above his head, the Ruri Hana themed wrapping paper matching perfectly with the pillow he’s snuggled up with. Stepping away from the bathtub, the eldest brother walks over to the smaller fish tank on a table nearby and places a small, orange-wrapped package beside it. Even Henry 2.0 gets a present on Christmas. The Avatar of Envy tucks further into his blanket as they leave the room.

Then, finally, they enter Asmo’s room. His present is placed right in the center of his vanity, all bright pink paper and frilly ribbon bows. It fit in well with the room surrounding it, not looking anywhere near out of place. Asmo himself didn’t stir in the slightest, tucked in and content as they made their way back to the hallway once more.

MC followed behind Lucifer as he then headed back downstairs, expecting to follow him to possibly the kitchen or common room. However, they’re a bit surprised when Lucifer instead makes his way to their bedroom.

“What, sending me to bed early?” They ask jokingly, raising an eyebrow at him.

He laughs softly, shaking his head as he opens the door. “Not quite.” He walks over to their bed and only then does the human notice one more present in the demon’s hand, wrapped in paper of their favorite color, which he places gently on top of their pillow. He then turns back towards them with an amused look in his eyes. “You’d better not open it until morning.”

It’s their turn to shake their head at him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” They promise with a smile.

The two then start making way for the kitchen, hoping for one last cup of tea before bed, but when MC remembers the mistletoe hanging above the kitchen doorway, they stop, tugging Lucifer back to them. “Hold on, Mr. Claus. We have to follow the rules, don’t we?”

Lucifer lets out a rare snort of amusement. “Doesn’t that rule only apply if both people are stopped right under the mistletoe?”

MC grins at him. “And now we’re stopped under it, aren’t we?” They point out, grabbing hold of both sides of his fuzzy coat and moving closer. “So, where’s the kiss for Santa’s helper?”

He gives them a fond look before gently grabbing hold of their face and bringing them into a sweet, affectionate kiss, both of them letting out a happy hum as their lips connect.

A few feet down the hallway, a certain Avatar of Sloth shuffles forward slowly, rubbing at blurry eyes already trying to close again. In the little eyesight he currently has, he sees nothing more than two figures locking lips, one wearing the signature bright red coat of a familiar being.

“...Santa…?” The youngest mumbles.

The two others pull apart and turn to spot Belphie, MC smiling and walking up to him. “Hey, Belphie. Let’s make sure you get back to bed before you fall asleep again, okay?”

He blinks at them. “...MC…?” His eyes droop again.

MC laughs softly as they gently turn him around and nudge him forward gently, his shuffling already starting to take him back to his shared room with his twin as he heads back to the land of dreams.

Lucifer and MC watch him go before heading into the kitchen, continuing their night as they were before.

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[The Next Morning]

Belphie: I had the weirdest dream last night. I walked downstairs and MC was making out with Santa under one of the mistletoe in the hallway. Then MC told me to go back to bed. Then I woke up.

Mammon, appalled at the idea: Huh??

Asmo, interested: Oh~?

Beel, thoughtfully: Weird.

Satan, suspicious: …Are you sure it was a dream?

Belphie, considering: Well-

Mammon, jealous no matter what the answer is: It better just be a dream!

Levi, loudly: MC! Tell us! What were you doing last night??

Lucifer: *Walking into the room, hasn’t heard any of the conversation*

MC, smirking: Santa Claus.

*Chaos ensues*

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A/N: I had such a big smile while writing this, I love me some christmas fluff 💜 Shoutout to my twin brother @burningtrashgentlemen for helping me figure out a scenario, which he'll probably be doing with a lot of these, lmao. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you for reading!!

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tiramisuucakeee · 8 months ago

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THRILLER !

( yang jungwon x female reader x lee heeseung )

IN WHICH: y/n and niki host a halloween party at the nishimura residence, they invite absolutely everyone, what could possibly go wrong on this night of terror?

BTW: grab some candy and get comfortable cause it’s a bit long mayb, also, you get to chose ur ending! everyone say thank you 2 me, some halloween stuff b4 halloween, mwuah.

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‘twas the night before november, and in forgotten neighborhoods, children roamed in search of candy while ghouls lurked to scare the unsuspecting. amidst the revelry, one house stood adorned from roof to lawn, eagerly awaiting its terrifying guests. but before the night could unfold, a soul-wrenching scream echoed through its halls.

“y/n! where's my face paint?!” a voice called frantically from the room upstairs, footsteps echoing through the wooden floor.

you were busy putting the finishing touches on the first floor, transforming the cozy atmosphere into a halloween haven. spiderwebs hung from every corner, balloons floated ominously, and eerie lights flickered, casting shadows that danced across the walls.

it was a common occurrence that every year, you’d throw a halloween party, and people liked your style so much, that they’d invite students from other schools. to be honest, you probably expected like 100 people or more tonight, having out some restrictions. no friends of a friend allowed. the chaos had to be slightly manageable compared to last year, where jungwon made the huge mistake of inviting everyone and their mothers.

“y/n!” niki called from the staircase, leaning over the railing. you turned to him, raising an eyebrow, which made his eyes widen in response. “my face paint?” he exclaimed.

“it’s probably in konon’s room, don’t trash it,” you started, and saw him instantly vanish back to searching for it. your sister had gone out to a friend’s house, since she couldn’t deal with all the noise of your annual celebration, but for some reason, niki loves being around every year for this.

he had this thing of following you around in school since primary school and becoming friends with your friends, that’s how he ended up meeting everyone. they instantly took a liking to him, commenting on how you two siblings complimented each other’s personalities. he was the impatient fake nonchalant while you were more controlling, a social butterfly.

speaking of your friends, they were supposed to help you organize the food and drinks. just as you thought of them, the doorbell rang, as if someone had been reading your mind.

“i got it!” you exclaimed for no reason at all, since niki barely ever did the favor of opening the house door for anyone, even when inviting his own friends over.

you tiptoed carefully through the decorations and balloons, trying not to pop any, as you made your way to the white front door. through the tinted glass, you could already make out the silhouette of someone waiting outside.

swinging the door open, you were met with something you didn’t expect.

“excuse me,” you blinked, your gaze scanning the person’s costume. he wore comically round glasses, a long purple nightgown, and a whimsical sleeping hat that made you confused at his entire attire.

“jake, what- you are not stepping inside my house looking like that,” you said, pressing your lips together to suppress a laugh. for some reason, jake always showed up in the most ridiculous costumes, and this year was no exception, he truly outdid himself.

“why not?” he pouted, looking down at his costume. “i’m the granny from little red riding hood! it’s a cool costume,” he insisted, crossing his arms defiantly.

“show yourself out of my house because there’s no way i’m letting you show up like that in front of people,” you laughed, though you couldn’t help but let him in. he skipped inside, navigating his long nightgown with a bit of trouble, his grin widening as he entered.

“so, where’s my bro niki?” jake spoke, leaving his backback by a couch, and starting to unpack some alcoholic drinks for the night, being careful not to break any bottles.

you made your way over to him, sitting down on the armchair, “your ‘bro’ is currently upstairs, not ready like always, and probably trashing konon’s room,” you rolled your eyes, looking around the place proudly.

as if on cue, niki descended the stairs in his finished halloween costume, a red torn up leather jacket and pants, face painted boldly green. “no, i was not,” he refuted, shooting jake an incredulous look.

you and jake exchanged glances as niki tilted his head in confusion. the two of them stared at each other for a moment, both trying to decipher the other's costume.

“what are you supposed to be?” jake asked your brother, who was almost shocked at the question. “i am michael jackson, in the thriller music video, when he turned into a zombie,” niki pointed to his zombie-painted face, “i can see you took inspo from our grandma right?” he snickered.

jake threw you a look, as if to say, “did you hear what this kid just told me?” you shrugged it off, grabbing the bottles he left on the couch and making your way to the table to organize them. as you set everything up, you could hear niki and jake bantering about their costumes, trying to decide which one was more original.

but their small fight ended shortly, their words replaced by insults towards enemy characters on a big screen, as they ended up in the place where they always did every hang out. at the tv room playing videogames.

as you sorted the drinks, the doorbell rang again. youu glanced at jake and niki, who seemed way to immersed by the screen, before you made your way to the door.

you opened it, and standing there was a figure dressed in a sharp, elegant costume, complete with a cape and a striking white mask covering only half of his face, his silhouette was unmistakable.

“park sunghoon, where in the world did you even get this costume?” you raised your brows, letting him inside, as he carried all his belongings too, buckets in the shape of pumpkins, full of candy.

“that’s for me to know,” he turned to you, as you closed the door, “how are you, and why are you not dressed up yet?” he furrowed his brows, looking down at your clothes.

“once you all get here i will go upstairs to get ready,” you took the liberty of taking the stuff from him, to place it on the table, while he followed.

“did anyone else already arrive?” sunghoon asked, taking his mask off, to reveal his porcelain shiny skin.

“uh, just jake, he’s with niki at the tv room playing videogames- i don’t even know, i still need to do a lot of things here…” you sighed, crossing your arms, “you can go with them if you want, i’ll stay here.”

“no,” sunghoon shook his head, “i’ll help you, just tell me what i need to do,” he said.

you looked at him, before your eyes fixed on the glass panel that led to the backyard, “there’s some big decorations outside i need to fix preferably before the next hour, just in case someone gets here early.” which would most probably be the case, since you got excited dms and calls from people in the morning.

“okay, i’ll take care of it,” he smiled down at you. before you could respond, the doorbell rang again, causing you to slump in exasperation. “you better get that,” sunghoon said, gently turning you around and nudging you toward the door as he headed off in the opposite direction.

you swung the door to find a trio of costumes that instantly caught your eye. one of them stood confidently in a sleek, tailored suit, complete with a sharp tie and slicked-back hair, exuding an air of sophistication and charm, as fake blood coated his face and translucent rain coat.

next to him, another wore a vibrant rockstar ensemble, featuring a leather jacket adorned with studs, ripped jeans, and a inflatable guitar slung casually over his shoulder, his hair styled into wild, carefree spikes.

the last one, full of energy, was decked out in a color-less pierrot clown costume, complete with pointy hat, a frilly black collar, and a checkered outfit.

“you guys have to give me a roundup of your costumes, because less than thirty minutes ago, a grandma named jake walked through this same door,” you leaned against the doorframe, catching sunoo’s excited face. he always loved speaking about things that made him happy.

“so, i’m a clown, jay is a rockstar, and heeseung is…” sunoo looked at him up and down, before turning to you with pursed lips, not aproving of the costume, “he can tell you himself.”

jay snorted at sunoo’s words, as they both greeted you properly with a hug and walked past you with the last of the food and drinks.

you squinted at heeseung, who stood there like a deer in headlights, his expression a mix of anticipation and nervousness. truth be told, you often judged who could enter based on their outfits. offending costumes were strictly banned, while fun and original ones were encouraged, hence jake's over-the-top choices every year.

“so… ironically or unironically?” you asked with a playful smirk, tugging at heeseung’s red tie. he swallowed hard at your touch, his breath hitching slightly. you felt unbelievably close.

“just something i thought of, i didn’t see the movie,” he replied, shrugging with an attempt at nonchalance, but you could see the slight blush creeping up his cheeks. you leaned in a little closer, fingers still lingering on his tie, the space between you getting smaller.

“don’t even think about it,” you said softly, your tone teasing yet intimate. his eyes widened, and you could almost feel his heartbeat quicken, as if he were waiting for you to say something else. “watching the movie. you’re better off that way.”

you tugged gently on his red tie, pulling him inside the house. he stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but the surprise quickly morphed into a grin as you locked eyes. “careful there, bateman,” you teased. this was something on going between you both, endless teasing about everything and anything. heeseung didn’t quite know how he felt about only being ‘friendly’ teasing, but every time he had wanted to show you he felt different about it, something always got in the way of it, as if the universe was against him.

he soon joined sunghoon to help him decorate the outside of the house, while sunoo and rockstar jay focused of cleaning up some trash from the decorations packaging, not before r greeting jake, at laughing at his costume choice.

some minutes later, outside your door, a boy stood nervously, his hand lingering above the worn-out doorbell, before pulling back. he dusted off his halloween costume that he had worked so hard on making the night before, being sure nothing was out of place and it would be perfect for you.

his denim overall had a green striped textile folded into it, also one as a bandana around his neck, he had a straw hat on with fake berries hot glued on it, not forgetting his dog plushie, that he also stictched the green patterned fabric over his ears.

he ensured everything was perfect. with one last look at the door, he finally mustered the courage to press the doorbell, his heart racing as he waited for someone to answer.

after a brief pause of no one answering and a quick double-check of your house number, your voice finally cut through the silence. “i’ve got it, guys. no need to crowd the door,” you said with a hint of sarcasm, seeing as everyone was suddenly too busy to answer the door.

swinging it open, you blinked in surprise at the costume, taken completely aback. “jungwon, this is absolutely adorable, i’ve never seen a costume like this,” your eyes kept scanning him up and down, as you took in every small intricate detail of his handmade costume, and the little drawn freckles on his face. jungwon felt your eyes on him, making him stutter.

“really? you like it?” he asked, his voice a mix of hope and disbelief. he was dressed as a character from a kids show you and him both loved since you met back in primary school, huckleberry pie.

instead of answering right away, you stood on your toes and pulled him into a warm embrace. you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours. “yes, of course i do,” you whispered with a laugh, the warmth of your body melting away any lingering nerves he had.

he held you tightly for a few seconds, his hands on your waist, as if he never wanted to let go. you could feel his breath quicken slightly, and your heart raced in response. just then, someone called from inside the house, shattering the moment.

you reluctantly pulled back, looking up at him with a playful smile. “let’s go inside, pretty boy” you said, poking his soft cheek teasingly, making him pout, you sneakily slid your fingers into his, as you gently tugged him inside, trying to keep yourself from stealing glances back.

niki appeared out from the tv room, shouting profanities at the game characters and jake, as he followed, only leaning against the open door.

“hey, what’s going on?” you asked niki, who looked in joy from getting you to come over to agree with him.

“he just made me die!” your yonger brother pointed a blaming finger towards jake, who rolled his eyes.

you raised your brows, and gave him a deadpan, “and you both should be helping the rest at decorating, i need to go get dressed and i can’t watch over you guys like little kids,” you spoke. niki was about to protest, but you refuted, clicking your tongue, “nuh ah, go.” you made a swirl motion with your finger, pushing him away towards the backyard.

“and you,” jake froze at your voice, gulping and running away in the direction niki went in. the pair was always together ever since they met, you’d sometimes think niki loved jake more than you, but he was just the older brother he never had.

“what do you need me to do?” a sweet voice spoke next to you, tugging your hand as you turned to him. jungwon staring back at you with determinate eyes. he clearly blamed himself for arriving slightly late, as the party was starting in a few minutes, hence why he only wanted to make himself useful to you.

thats why you bit your lip, knowing there was nothing he could do, but you offered to let him help you get ready, and jungwon agreed.

so that’s how he found himself inside your room alone with you, a situation that had never happened before. he had exclusively only been in the past which the rest of your friends, but never by himself.

he was ever so fidgety, looking around the place and his hands tapping against your bed covers, where he sat on. you knew better than to address this, jungwon wasn't the best at voicing the things that were going on in his head, getting nervous every time someone mentioned anything remotely referring to his thoughts.

what you didn’t seem to realize was that he was simply nervous being around you now, more than ever. jungwon had wanted to be closer for a long time, so long that it felt almost unbearable. he just didn’t know how to express it. you overwhelmed him in the best way possible.

you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you finished your makeup, fluffing the bow behind your back. “okay so, how does this look?” you turned around in your little heels, facing jungwon with a big smile. he instantly looked up when you called him, his dark eyes sparkling when he saw you.

as you walked toward him, you spun in a playful twirl, revealing the entire outfit. the white strapless corseted dress hugged your figure perfectly, accented by frilly baby pink details and a large bow at the back. you paired it with cat ears and a fluffy white boa, radiating charm.

jungwon felt a sharp ache in his chest. he had to be mad, there was no way the prettiest girl he had ever seen was just standing before him, all to himself.

“it’s so perfect,” he murmured, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer until the space between you vanished. he looked up to meet your eyes with a shy smile, igniting a spark that crackled in the air. placing your hands on his shoulder, the same feeling of comfort washed over you, of staying like this forever. he made you feel so good about yourself that you wished you’d never organized something today. jungwon was more than enough to make you complete. if you could, you would throw everyone out and keep the moment this way, with only him.

“we gotta go join the others, won,” you whispered, out of breath, “they’re gonna ask what took us so long, i don’t want you to miss the party,” you pouted, making him let out a breathy laugh.

he shook his head and stood up, following close behind you towards the stairs, where you could already hear some music playing, resonating through the spider-web decorated walls.

as you skipped down, you were thankful for your friends that started the music and lights, but were unsure of how the ‘strangers being in your home’ situation would go with - the one and only - heeseung being at the front door, letting everyone who flashed him a smile inside the house.

sunghoon was outside, playing a game with grandma jake and jay at the ping pong table. he tossed a little ball toward a cup, cheering as it landed perfectly, earning applause from the others gathered around.

your lovely introverted brother was somehow standing on your mother’s special marble table, dancing like he was a machine, making you alert, not because he could fall, but because your mother would kill you if he broke the table.

walking through all the people that crowded around him, you pulled him down by his arm, the group booeing at your actions.

“what are you doing?!” niki exclaimed, his voice barely audible between the noise and music. you slapped his arm, pointing at the table, “don’t fuck around, that doesn’t belong here. if i see anything that’s not in its place-”

he interrupted you, nodding his head, “yeah, yeah, alright, see ya’!” he hugged you quickly as if to try to make you happy once again, but then disappeared back into the crowd. in the mess of greeting people and sliding through the tight spaces, you managed to lose every single one of your friends, also your brother.

“this can’t be happening,” you sighed, being pushed around by people in your own house. it was unbelievably crowded, so much that you could barely move, feeling dizzy from all the lights shining in your eye and the restricted space.

just when you thought the night couldn’t get more chaotic, you spotted a group of your girlfriends from school. they waved you over, their faces lit with excitement. “hey! y/n! come dance with us!” one of them shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the makeshift dance floor near the backyard entrance.

you joined in, the music thumped in your chest, pulsating with energy. the lights flickered above, casting a colorful glow over everyone moving to the beat. your friends surrounded you, their laughter blending with the rhythm as you all swayed and twirled, losing yourselves in the moment.

amidst the swirling bodies and lyrics, you finally caught sight of someone else that was familiar. heeseung was lounging on one of the couches, a red cup drink in hand. his dark hair was slightly tousled, and for some reason, the way he watched you felt both intoxicating and suffocating. he sipped from his glass, the ice clinking as he observed the chaotic scene. there was an intensity in his gaze, a mix of desire and something more possessive that sent a shiver down your spine, his costume didn’t make anything better.

you felt an urge to break that distance between you two, to challenge him. with a playful smile that masked your uncertainty, you shouted over the booming music, “hey, heeseung! come dance with us!” your heart raced, a mix of excitement and dread coursing through you as you watched him hesitate, caught between the comfort of his drink and the pull of the dance floor.

his expression shifted, a smirk creeping onto his lips that felt both inviting and dangerous. you beckoned him with your hand, desperate for him to join you, yet knowing there was a darkness in that desire. in that crowded room, despite the noise and laughter, you were the only one who made him feel both drawn in and held back, a toxic blend of want and wariness.

he set his drink down on a nearby table, the cup abandoned as he pushed himself off the couch. a confident stride brought him closer, and the crowd seemed to part for him, leaving you breathless as he approached.

“yeah, come on,” you cheered for him, trying to sound casual, but the weight of his gaze made you feel vulnerable. he stepped behind you, the pulsing beat wrapping around you both as you moved together, lost in the moment.

the air thick with a mixture of body heat and anticipation. every sway of his body sent a thrill through you, the intoxicating rhythm fueling the tension that hung between you.

as you danced, he leaned closer from behind, his breath trickling against your ear. “you know you drive me crazy, right?” the words sent a jolt through you, leaving you torn between exhilaration and the nagging feeling that this might lead to something dangerous.

you smiled, trying to play it off, but the way he was so close to you, intense and hungry, made it hard to ignore the complexity of what was unfolding. in that moment, surrounded by your friends and the throbbing music, it felt like you were teetering on the edge of something uncertain.

you felt a whirlwind of emotions. heeseung’s intoxicating presence drew you in too, but your thoughts kept drifting back to jungwon. he was everything you could want, thoughtful, caring, and completely in love with you. yes you did notice, no you did not let him know you knew. the way he admired you, his gaze filled with warmth and tenderness, made your heart swell. it was really sweet, the way his dimples deepened when he was around you, and the way you felt so at home with him.

but here was heeseung, electrifying and dangerously alluring, making you feel alive in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. his craving for you was palpable, a fire that ignited something wild inside you. you could feel the tension between you, like a magnet pulling you closer, even as your mind lingered on jungwon’s gentle nature.

“what’s going on in that head of yours?” heeseung whispered, his voice cutting through the noise. you glanced at him, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart race.

“just… thinking,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light, but the truth weighed heavily on you. you couldn’t deny the connection with heeseung, the way he made you feel like you were on the edge of something exhilarating, yet you knew jungwon would cherish you without reservation, something you’d always wanted.

“don’t think too much,” he teased, moving unbelievably closer, his breath warm against your skin. “just stay close to me.”

the pull between them was overwhelming, and you felt torn. jungwon offered you stability and love, a safe harbor in the storm, while heeseung represented a reckless, intoxicating passion that left you breathless. as you danced, lost in the moment, you struggled to reconcile the two sides of your heart, each whispering a different promise of what love could be.

it was too confusing, too much for you. you always tried your best to stayed friendly with them, not wanting to harm anyone’s feelings, but their words and actions seemed to put pressure on you. overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions, you decided to step away from the crowd for a moment. the dance floor felt suffocating.

just before you turned away, you caught a glimpse of heeseung pushing through the crowd, determination etched on his face. “hey, where are you going?” he called out, his voice cutting through the noise.

you paused for a moment, feeling the weight of his eyes, as if he thought he’d done something wrong. “i just need some air,” you replied, trying to sound casual but knowing you couldn’t mask the turmoil inside you.

“come on, don’t leave. stay with me,” he urged, taking a step closer, his expression a mix of concern and desire. you shook your head. “i can’t. i just need a minute, promise nothing bad happened.”

he frowned, frustration flashing in his eyes, but you could see the understanding beneath it. you turned away, feeling his presence linger behind you as you made your way toward the backyard, hoping for some fresh air. but as you stepped outside, you realized it was just as crowded, laughter and chatter echoing in the night.

frustrated, you turned and headed upstairs, needing a moment of solitude. just as you reached the staircase, a brunette girl you didn’t recognize blocked your path, arms crossed defiantly. she had an air of self-importance, like she considered herself the unofficial guardian of the second floor. “sorry, but you can’t go up there,” she said, a smug smile on her face.

you raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your composure. “i’m the owner of this house. let me through.” you tried again.

her smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “prove it. i need to see some id.”

you felt a rush of irritation, your patience thinning. “look, i don’t know who you think you are, and i really don’t have time for this.”

without waiting for her to respond, you pushed past her, the tension of the night finally bubbling over. as you reached the top of the stairs, you breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to escape the chaos below. but as you stepped into the quiet hallway, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being pulled in two different directions, each part of you craving something entirely different.

“i feel like i’m going crazy,” you muttered, heading toward the bathroom to freshen up, you opened the door only to stumble upon two people locked in a kiss. they glanced at you, clearly startled, and one of them quickly murmured, “can you leave?”

a surge of irritation rushed through you. “again, this is my house. you are the ones who need to leave,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. they exchanged glances, then reluctantly pulled apart, grumbling as they left the bathroom.’

finally free, you made your way to your room, hoping it was unoccupied. when you pushed the door open, relief washed over you, it was empty and cold. the familiar space felt like a sanctuary, a place where you could finally catch your breath away from the chaos of the party. you closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment, allowing yourself to relax.

sitting on your bed, you couldn’t help but think of the familiarity of jungwon. you remembered the way he would look at you, those deep, earnest eyes filled with admiration. it was as if he saw right into your soul, and every glance felt precarious, like a fragile moment hanging in the air.

his touch was always so delicate, whether it was a brush of his fingers against your arm or the way he would tuck a stray hair behind your ear. it made you feel cherished, like you were the most important person in the world. his words had a way of wrapping around you, making you feel like you were floating on a cloud, completely at ease.

“there’s no way i’m thinking about them right now, its halloween, they’re my friends, i just-” you tried to push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that you couldn’t hurt either of their feelings. it felt selfish to dwell on your emotions when neither jungwon nor heeseung had confessed their feelings to you. the uncertainty loomed large, and the last thing you wanted was to complicate things further.

“i can do this,” you took a deep breath, focusing on the present moment instead. you knew you had to navigate this situation carefully, keeping both their hearts in mind. but right now, you had to enjoy the night. you would just have to stay away from them, both of them.

as you resolved to stay far away from both of them for the night, you stood in front of your mirror, taking a moment to collect yourself. you adjusted your hair, fixing any messy strands, and smiled at your reflection.

the familiar face looking back at you offered a sense of reassurance, reminding you of your strength. you practiced a few light-hearted smiles, trying to shake off the weight of the evening. you knew you could enjoy the party on your own terms, without getting caught up in the tangled emotions surrounding you.

with a final touch of confidence, you stepped away from the mirror, ready to rejoin the festivities, determined to focus on having fun and enjoying the night.

you made your way downstairs and headed to the kitchen, feeling a sense of relief wash over you when you spotted jake. still decked out in his grandma costume, he was pouring drinks for a small crowd, a playful grin on his face as he bantered with everyone.

“hey! stranger! need a refill?” he asked, winking at you. his energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“i haven’t even drank anything,” you replied, stepping closer to the counter. watching him juggle the drinks, you felt the tension from earlier begin to melt away. it was good to be around someone who brought lightness to the mess, and you appreciated the familiarity of his presence amidst the party's whirlwind.

jake raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised that you hadn’t had anything to drink yet. “wait, you haven’t had a drink? that’s a crime,” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“i’ve been… busy,” you shrugged, trying to play it off. “with stuff, dancing, everything, yeah.”

he leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “how about a special drink? it’s my secret concoction.” there was a playful glint in his eye, and he didn’t seem keen on revealing what was in it.

you hesitated, intrigued but cautious. “what’s in it?”

“if i told you, it wouldn’t be special anymore,” he teased, pouring the vibrant mixture into a glass. “trust me, it’s delicious. just one won’t hurt.”

his enthusiasm was infectious, and despite your earlier reservations, you felt tempted to join in on the fun. “alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” you said, accepting the offer with a smile.

“this is called, cute little drink,” jake handed you the cup, and as you took it, you could instantly tell it was almost all alcohol, 99% with just a splash of something else.

“jake there’s no way i’m going to drink this whole-“ before you could react, he turned to the growing crowd around the kitchen, a mischievous grin on his face.

“everyone, check this out! our girl here is about to take down my secret drink!” he announced, and the crowd erupted into cheers and playful shouts, eager to see what would happen.

you gave him a look, as if telling him to shut up, but jake only shrugged playfully. you knew that you could back down if you didn’t want to do it and he wouldn’t force you to do anything, but now you were ready to let go, to become the irresponsible host you were always bound to be.

with the energy buzzing around you, you raised the cup, feeling both exhilarated and a little nervous. the crowd began to count down, and as they reached one, you downed the drink in one go. the burn and nausea hit you immediately, but you powered through, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

the crowd went wild, clapping and cheering as you finished. jake was right there, giving you a high five and laughing. “yeah, you did it! that’s how it’s done! that’s my girl!” the excitement surged through you, and for a second, your love problems else went away. you felt alive, ready to embrace the rest of the night.

“another one?” jake offered you another drink, but you shook your head, laughter still bubbling in your chest. “no way, one is enough for me right now, maybe later.”

just then, sunghoon appeared, his energy infectious as he walked in with his other girl best friend, wonyoung. “there you are!” she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug. “we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” she smiled brightly, in her adorable bo peep costume, filled with bows and pink.

“we’re about to go outside,” sunghoon said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “jay’s getting ready to jump into the pool from the rooftop! you have to come see this!”

“he’s doing what?” your mouth fell, as they realized what they just did, you had banned rooftop jumping into the pool a year ago, after someone broke a leg and their mother called you furiously, as if it had been your fault, when you didn’t even know the person.

“maybe we should have told her…” sunghoon started, glancing at wonyoung.

“are you kidding? no i don’t care, let’s go outside!” you pushed pass them, waving goodbye at jake, who met your friend’s confused glances, before they followed behind.

as you made your way outside with sunghoon and wonyoung, you felt a sense of comfort in her presence. wonyoung had always been a bright light in your life, her laughter infectious and her support unwavering.

“i’m so glad you decided to join us!” she said, looping her arm through yours. “we were worried you’d miss the fun! it’s crazy out there, i was expecting you to see there scolding people,” she laughed. even if your responsible demeanor when things got too crazy was boring for some, she admired it, the way you got everyone to do what you wanted and keep everything under control. she knew that if she tried to host a party like yours, it would end up in a huge mess.

you laughed, appreciating her enthusiasm. “i needed a little breather, i’m done being uptight with everyone and worrying about dumb stuff,” you spoke.

“trust me, you won’t want to miss this,” she replied, her eyes shining with excitement. “jay’s been hyping up this jump all night. it’s going to be so funny,” she laughed.

as you reached the backyard, wonyoung pulled you closer, sharing snippets of gossip and laughter, and you felt your earlier worries start to fade. her friendship always had a way of lifting your spirits, and you were grateful for the bond you shared.

just then, jay’s voice boomed from the roof. “everyone, shut up for a second!” he shouted, his tone dramatic as he stood at the edge of the rooftop. the crowd fell silent, eyes drawn to him in anticipation.

without warning, jay took off his shirt, and a chorus of excited screams erupted from the girls around. you couldn't help but laugh as sunghoon yelled, “cover up, man!” while shaking his head, clearly both amused and exasperated. jay merely shot him a middle finger, grinning widely, reveling in the attention.

“you’re all about to witness… king of the rooftop!” jay shouted, preparing to jump. the crowd began a countdown, their voices rising in unison. “three… two… one!”

when jay finally leaped off the roof, it felt like time slowed down. the crowd collectively held its breath, eyes locked on him as he soared through the air, his body silhouetted against the night sky. for a brief moment, he seemed to hang there, suspended in excitement, and then gravity took over.

as he plunged into the pool, the splash was monumental, water erupted in a frothy cascade, glistening under the colorful lights of the party. the sound of the impact echoed around you, followed by a wave of laughter and cheers from the crowd. girls squealed, and even the guys whooped, caught up in the exhilaration of the moment.

you watched as jay resurfaced, wiping the water from his face with a triumphant grin. he laughed, clearly relishing the attention as he raised his arms in victory, droplets flying off him. the cheers grew louder, a wave of excitement swept through the crowd, and one by one, people began to jump into the pool after him. sunghoon was surprisingly quick to follow, his laughter ringing out as he made a dramatic splash, eliciting cheers from everyone around.

wonyoung turned to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief and adventure. in that moment, you both knew without needing to say a word, you had to join in on the fun. a shared thrill passed between you, igniting a rush of spontaneity.

you both quickly slipped off your high heels and left your phones behind, the exhilaration building as you approached the edge of the pool. taking a deep breath, you clasped her hand tightly, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

“on three!” she declared, and you nodded, her smile wide with excitement.

“one… two… three!” you jumped in unison, the cool water enveloping you as you splashed down. the moment felt liberating.

as you surfaced from the water, a wave of exhilaration washed over you, feeling lighter than air. the coolness of the pool contrasted beautifully with the warmth of the night, and in that moment, you felt utterly free, unburdened by worries or expectations. with wonyoung beside you, you both erupted into giggles, splashing each other playfully.

after you climbed out of the pool, the refreshing chill of the water slowly faded away, replaced by the warm night air. you laughed and dried off a bit with someone’s random shirt before grabbing your phone, eager to check in with your sister and parents, not hearing from them all evening.

but your heart sank as you saw a message from an unknown number. the text was simple yet unsettling.

it read. meet me at the basement now. i cant keep holding onto this any longer. can’t tell u anything else until you get here. please.

a shiver ran down your spine. the basement felt like an ominous place, hidden away from the lively atmosphere above. it felt too eerie, specially in a date like today.

part of you wanted to ignore the message, to dismiss it as a prank, but another part was curious. who could it be? why the secrecy? you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

“hey, what’s wrong?” wonyoung asked, noticing your sudden change in demeanor.

“just… got a weird text,” you replied, glancing at her, uncertainty evident in your voice. “someone wants me to meet them in my basement.”

“alone? no way, do you want me to go with you?” she offered, her expression turning serious.

you hesitated, feeling the pull of both fear and intrigue. “no, i think i do need to go alone. i’ll be fine. i just… need to see what this is about.” you shivered slightly.

“okay, but i will go down to check if you’re okay in a few minutes,” with a nod of encouragement from wonyoung, you steeled yourself through the living room and made your way toward the basement door, the lively party fading into the background as anticipation mixed with apprehension filled the air.

you took a deep breath as you descended the familiar creaky stairs, each step echoing in the silence of the dimly lit basement. the atmosphere felt heavy, and the shadows seemed to stretch ominously around you, heightened by the terrifying vibes of halloween. a chill ran down your spine, both from anxiety and still being drenched in water.

every creak of the floorboards made your heart race. the unsettling feeling of being alone in a place usually filled with laughter felt amplified tonight. thoughts of ghosts and ghouls flickered through your mind, mixing with the adrenaline of the unknown.

when you reached the bottom, the air was cool and still. you squinted into the darkness, trying to make out any familiar shapes or figures. “hello?” you called out, your voice trembling slightly.

the silence was thick, and just as you were about to turn back, a voice emerged from the shadows. “you came.”

you jumped at it, as the voice came out of now where, making the situation more real. but the person noticed your small squeak, and said, “it’s okay, it’s just me,”

it was low and familiar, yet you couldn't place it. your heart raced as you stepped further into the dim light, feeling both anxious and strangely drawn to the mystery unfolding in front of you.

“you can turn the light on,” the voice said, breaking the silence. it was reassuring yet still carried an air of mystery.

your heart pounded as you slowly approached the cord near the window. the darkness felt suffocating, amplifying your nerves. with a hesitant breath, you reached up and tugged on the cord, the overhead light flickering to life and illuminating the basement.

as the harsh light flooded the space, you squinted against the brightness, finally able to see the figure standing before you. your breath caught in your throat as the familiar silhouette came into focus. it was someone you recognized, more than anyone at all.

there he stood, wearing his costume in the middle of your terrifying basement…

jungwon !

heeseung ! ( updating tbd )

BTW: yeah that’s right, that’s what y’all get. a mf cliffhanger. not because i want to, but because my drafts got deleted when i fell asleep with my phone on my hand. fr fml. also, jake is on his grandma agenda here, sorry but i loved it sm.

EXTRA:

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joffyworld · 7 months ago

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My apologies for sending an upstanding nomad through your land at such a time m'lord! The Minstrel Curlyfry twas a merchant of minor renown. I in hope to bring her to our "cult"'s midst and invited her to a tour of your fiefdom. Tis truly unfortunate she visited at such a time. Twas a mistake on my behest. I hope you may pardon me for the fair trade I mayhast have ruined. I wish not see your land in tatters like this, oh tell me Lord Joffy, how may I curry your favor once more. I swear my fealty to you, I shall fight under your banner and title m'lord, if only you may forgive me

You are forgiven lord Tharsis of house Car. You knew not of the strife that would plague our lands, nor of the brigands whomst tore at our gates. Your loyalty was never in question, and your honour has no fault in its shawl

You are one of my most trusted knights. Arise Ser Tharsis, I grant you a fifedom of your own as reward for your services.

May the Lord bless your harvests and give you bountiful riches beyond counting good ser. I bid you adieu, and good morrow

#Well bowed my lord #You have earned the respect of a monarch indeed #Inform the minstrel they may stay in our court #They may be yet of some aid in our efforts #Good Morrow ye all #and Farewell #AskyJoffy

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satureja13 · 1 year ago

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'A-one, two One, two, three

On the fourth of July 1806 We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the Grand City Hall in New York

'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had 27 masts And they called her the Irish Rover'

The Irish Rover - The Pogues feat. The Dubliners (One of my favourite songs of all time)

Helm Satureja steered the 'Sea Urchin' through the jagged rocks of the coast at early dawn: "Land Ahoy!"

Saiwa: "Oh Little Goat! We're on a pirate ship! Now that's awesome!" (Yes, this is Saiwa's Therapy Game! Jack and Ji Ho finally persuaded him to try ^^')

TMI: Satureja and Kili are two of my oldest Sims 4 Sims. I created them with the 'Create a Sim' tool thing they released before the game started in September 2014. They also were part of our 'Bacalao Bay' Adventures.

First Mate Guidry: "The Vicegerent will be pleased, Captain. We obtained abundant booty for him." Captain? Tiny Can made him the Captain of this ship? Again the leader?

Responsible for a crew and their actions - again? And - as it seems - again the bumper. Here ingame between the Vicegerent and his Crew and in the real world between the Resistance and the Boys... Oh no.

Soon the sun rose and they reached Bacalao Bay.

Seems the Crew is eager to leave the ship after weeks at sea. Some of the market stands are already open.

First Mate Guidry: "You have a meeting with the Vicegerent later. I'm going to have the list of the booty ready by then." Captain Duath: "Ah, I'll do that. You can leave with the others." First Mate Guidry: "Thanks Captain. Come on Captain Whittaker! Let's find us some treats!" TMI: Saiwa's last name is 'Duath'. And Captain Whittaker is a ghost dog I found in my household manager. I didn't change his name. (That's funny because later in the 'Irish Rover' there is 'the Captain's old dog' mentioned who drowned and maybe this is his ghost ;)

Captain Saiwa went down in the hold of the ship where all the treasures are stowed. Even though they had to hand them over to the Vicegerent, who probably pays them, it was a stunning sight.

He just hopes they didn't do anything 'bad' to obtain them ö.Ö' Saiwa went over to his cabin to be alone for a while and to ponder about what Tiny Can might have planned for his therapy.

Being Captain of a pirate ship is the dream of every boy. But not for Saiwa. He's having a hard time being a leader and struggles a lot with making decisions that affect others. He has more than enough to do with himself. So what is he supposed to do? Go for whatever Tiny Can has planned? Or follow his own path? Here, he does have a choice and he can do whatever he wants to do. And after his breakdown he feels not stable enough to jump back in and take care of another crew waiting for his decisions. It was tempting, though. Is that Tiny Can's plan to bring him back to duty? Or did Tiny Can make a mistake again, like with Jack's first ingame session? Decisions, decisions...

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest Current Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

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idalenn · 9 months ago

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Day 12 - Quarry

Following victory over the primal Titan, the Warrior of Light and fellow Scions set out to celebrate. (2.0)

Major characters: Warrior of Light, Thancred, Y'shtola Note: Bit of MtF angst in this one.

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“In the presence of good company and pleasant song, I find myself growing rather bored with the idea of sitting and demand a change of pace, as it were. These Lominsan bones desire a dance, and a drink or partner on each hand.” With a wink, Thancred tilted back his head and upended the tankard, pulling down what remained of the ale in two swigs. “As it so happens,” he gasped, “I’ve no drinks, but two suitable partners to choose from.”

“Really, now?” Y’shtola’s eyes only flicked up from her book as his tankard clattered back onto the table. “One brush with mortality was not enough for you?”

“My dear Y’shtola, have you intent to wound me?”

“Only should your intentions include separating my hindquarters from this chair will you face injury; by tome or inability to maneuver two right feet.”

“All is well. Scorn only fuels this roguish heart, and reaffirms my decision to whom I would first proffer my hand. Sadly, my cattish friend, ‘twas not our time this night.” He turned to Lillian instead who was hurriedly dunking a torn crust of bread into her soup. “Our lady of the hour should have the first dance.”

Raising her mask just enough to expose her mouth, she bit into the hot, dripping bread, soup running down her chin across skin and scar. Garlic, shallots, popotoes, ham…pepper, she thought… and other green leaves not quite identifiable by sight. A multitude of flavors danced upon her burning tongue. She sucked up the drops wetting her gloves so fish and butter from the previous course entered the mixture. Her tongue darted out to catch the droplets at the corners of her lips.

Trencher in hand, she ripped another hunk from the black-dusted bread for introduction into the soup, the popotoes softened enough by the heat for pressing into the grain until resembling a chunky paste to be topped with strips of pink ham. Relish radiated up into the tips of her ears and down her charcoal length of tail, wagging like a hound’s as it welcomed home the hunter.

His voice meandered down her twitching ear; the question slowed her chewing until her jaw hung open. The trencher’s last half slipped from her grasp and landed on the table with a solid thunk.

Was I just asked to dance? Surely it was some mistake. Y’shtola was, after all, right in front of him, and the Mizzenmast was full to bursting with patrons mid-celebration.

“You do recall her accompanying the van into Titan’s abode, do you not?”

“My, my – that old adage holds truth for you as well. ‘Miqo’te of a certain fur will together purr’ as I remember. Such sweet concern from you is altogether foreign to my ears, but lovely as I’d believed it would be.”

“Tis not concern I urge, but to remind. We have, all of us, survived the day’s excitements relatively unscathed. Some would prefer to enjoy a modicum of peace while they have it.”

“Perhaps I shall ask her.”

“Perhaps you should. I am not her keeper nor seeker, nor am I yours.”

“A pity, but I shall await any change in disposition, nonetheless.”

Thancred snatched Lillian’s hand before she could retrieve the bread and pulled her to standing, a yelp escaping around her full mouth. Her free hand yanked the mask roughly back down. Too hard. She tilted her head down to peer through one crooked eyehole, chewing faster, hoping to get a word in, and saw she was being led into the jubilant press, and the chew turned into a rattle. Turning to look at her – presumably over the chattering of teeth – Thancred returned a smile, bright and victorious, if a little smug, before pulling her toward him into an embrace, the crowd swallowing them both in a sea of bodies. One hand deftly slipped around her waist. The other kept her hand in his own. His white crop of hair tickled against the scars marring her throat. As the mouthful of food traveled down in a hard lump, she for a moment feared it would bump against Thancred’s head.

“This is not a strength of mine,” she panted. “Dancing, I mean.”

“As is strangely the case, I’ve found, with every woman of exceptional stature.” Thancred laughed, his fingers twiddling against her own, warm and riddled with knife-borne callouses. “But, since you are so in need, this once I will be the one to lead.”

She tried to laugh also. All was distracting: the people, the music, the danger of crushing Thancred’s foot, where to place her eyes; high so she avoided bumping heads with Roegadyn and Elezen, or low to avoid gifting any Lalafell a noseful of knee?

Some gyrated their hips, others flailed their arms while hopping on one leg, a few slipped around with fluid motions, bodies like ripples in tumultuous water. Stiff-armed and dipping low to kick out legs. Held up by partners to avoid the restrictions of being bound to the earth. From where would they begin when every style was unique?

“For a start, you should place that hanging arm about my shoulder.” Her arm lay flat at her side, limp like a dead snake. Under the mask her face flushed hot; not that he or anyone else would see, of course. And it’s probably for the best.

“And if I were in your position, about to be taught by an eminent instructor, it would be most pertinent if I were capable of, how I should I say this…observing?” His hand separated from hers and traveled up to the mask taking the chin between thumb and forefinger. “May I?” he asked. Once her neck tensed, he rotated the mask to the proper place with a quick tug. “Good, now I can meet both those golden eyes, much as I’d prefer the mask’s absence. What lies beneath must be a valuable indeed if needing to be kept constantly guarded away from us all.”

Lillian blinked dumbly. A brief sensation grazed the underside of her chin while his hand was outstretched; light; faint; an ember of a wizened, crumbling dream to arouse her heart. And lower, too. Thancred chuckled as she worried into the arm around her waist, but he allowed the gap between their bodies to live.

“Now, my homely, towering maiden, unless you wish to bash aside everyone present, try to imitate my movements as though I were your reflection in the looking glass.” He urged Lillian forward, his movements slow, methodical, and – most importantly – easy for her to follow, steering together through the press by manipulating her arm like a ship’s rudder.

One foot here, another there. Turn this way. Step toward me, now away, and now back. Spin. Canter forward with loud stomps, half-step, weight on the heel and pivot right – I’ll catch you.

Faster. With gusto, but keep your hand in mine. And now. We. Leap! Excellent, but watch the tail. My shin can only endure so much punishment. Turn, turn, turn as if caught in a waterspout – a twister, then, if your Gridanian imagination will permit. You picked that up quicker than I’d hoped.

Sweat rolled down her temples and beaded along her upper lip, gathered in the creases between nose and cheek and in the valleys of her scars. Exhaling was the enemy, Thancred’s praise’s only pushing the temperature further into the unbearable. Her face moistened with humidity only found in tropical storms, and she was growing acutely aware of the rising bog in her gloves that would escape down their arms if she raised her hand even slightly.

“You truly have not danced before?” he asked between directions.

“A little,” she breathed, swallowing air, “When I –” An ache in her cheek stopped her; the limit of words fast approaching. “Younger.” Single-word responses wouldn’t overtax the already-aching scars on her face.

“All that lost time. I tremble to think how long exactly given the hesitancy you’ve displayed against giving us proper answers. If not for Y’shtola tempering the Scions to more reclusive sorts, well, Minfilia might have seen to task me with wheedling the answers from you myself.” Lillian’s head whipped to face him. “Now don’t give me that look, I’ll have you know I would have been the kindest thought extractor you’d ever had the fortune to deal with.” He gave her hand a rough squeeze. “What say you to upping the complexity?”

“Joy,” she said.

That gave Thancred pause. His eyes ran her over until settling on the wobble in her legs. “Perhaps Y’shtola did have the right off it after all. My apologies for the haste. Hopefully you’ll forgive this bard his inclinations for merriment in the face of wonderous company.”

“Forgiven. Table.”

Thancred’s arm slid around her back to provide support, grunting as Lillian’s towering weight bent him low. Returning through the raucous press now seeming a single mass of heads and limbs she left up to him. Little will for the task did she possess still, but the Archon was a trained hand. Navigating the sea of bodies appeared second nature to him. It must have been no more difficult than swimming. Lillian would drown if she tried on her own.

A curious sight greeted them both when they finally broke through the crowd. Beside Y’shtola buried in her book sat another: a Miqo’te toying with a necklace not unlike a collar about her neck, gem the color of night in place of the loop for a leash. One of the Mizzenmast’s serving girls – if the red doublet, fraying black rag containing a mane of golden hair, and skirt long enough to barely conceal a Lalafell’s legs were any evidence. Three full tankards sat on the table beside her. One foot tapped impatiently on the stones as if she were waiting for someone, anyone; any at all capable of pulling themselves away from a book. As she caught sight of the approaching pair, the girl sprung to her feet and swiftly bowed, her face alight with joy when she came back up.

Y’shtola pointed a finger at the new arrival. “Thancred, I believe this one waits for you.”

“Does she now?” Surprise registered on his face for only a moment before a sultry grin took hold. Lillian felt herself lifted higher as his back straightened. “I – I must say this is a pleasant surprise. Only earlier had I jested of a companion on each arm and now a second arrives, and bearing gifts I might add.”

“She possessed a name as well, I believe,” Y’shtola added, “but pray, forgive me. I was too distracted by half when first it was mentioned.”

“Pay no attention to our bookwyrm acquaintance here.” Thancred helped lower Lillian into her seat before turning back to the girl. “Only moldy tomes can hold her attention, but you will be delighted to know such failings are unpossessed be me – the one so cordially referred to as Thancred, thank you – particularly with one so pretty as yourself.” The serving girl giggled, one hand at her ample chest, voice bubbly and so sweet as to drive one’s teeth itching. She was, unfortunately, by opinion of anyone with eyes, quite pretty. Thancred stepped closer mirroring her gesture, his hand surreptitiously unfastening one button at his neck in the blink of an eye to expose a puffed chest. “And you would be called?”

“I am Lavinia, if it pleases you, but she is right in that I have waited for your return.” Her head dropped, angular ears flattening to her head, and she stepped even closer to Thancred before returning her eyes to his. “Will you share in dance with me as well?”

“I believe I still have some reserve of vitality to draw upon for such an occasion. That is,” he said aloud, “if none present have any objections.”

“You will hear none from the ‘cattish friend’.” Y’shtola replied.

Thancred rolled his eyes. “Never one to be outstripped in timely responses,” he muttered before returning his attention to the serving girl. “So long as your absence will go without grievance. Becoming the target of wrathful seamen promised refreshment would dampen this evening ever so.”

He held out an arm for Lavinia’s taking. Batting kohled lashes, she accepted the offered limb into her hands. Thin little things, thought Lillian. Easily bruised like Lominsan apples, lithe and gainly; they cut a snug fit inside Thancred’s own. Her tail, furred in cloud-like fluff, swished back and forth against his leg with each step.

Probably feels soft as cotton.

Nearing the edge of the sea of flesh Lavinia turned to Thancred, arched toes granting extra ilms to reach his ear, some indistinguishable promise written on her lips that summoned a triumphant flash to his face. He’d been pulled closer: his arm now rested in the nook where bosom flowed into underarm, held by a starving animal – his own appetite unsatiated.

Before long they were gone, tumescence having spirited bard and serving girl into the chill of night.

Lillian shook with a feeling she did not wish to name, the cold emptiness of her chest prickling against the grey of her robes, fur along her tail’s length rising to needlepoints. The trencher became the target of her cruelty. Some satisfaction was found tearing into the bread while imagining it as those fragile hands, their covering stretched paper thin over the skeleton, those hands that had never held belief of their own incongruity.

“Fallen for his charm, have you?”

Lillian halted her shredding to find Y’shtola brushing crumbs from the tome’s pages, a strained line where her mouth should have been. “Hardly the first, and far from last – he exudes allure with nary a thought given for restraint. You would do well not to let reach his ear our Warrior of Light has been made available quarry, lest his ego grow unbearable.”

Looking up to discover Lillian’s head ducked to her chest, she let slip a sigh, deciding instead to stretch across the table to push the fullest tankard within easy reach.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fanfic #ffxivwrite2024 #my silly little titus andronicus reference in this one (yes that's Lahabrea)#considering what happens to her and the implications of being possessed by an ascian #'bit' more like 'surface level'

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bloodsworn-marshal · 9 months ago

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Writing Prompt: Stamp Word Count: 930 (Bandit AU) ---> masterlist

All throughout this young man’s life… all had gone according to plan.

Sure, his humble beginnings were not so great. By no fault of his own.

Sure, he’d ended up behind gaol bars once or twice… but twas always with the expectation that one would easily escape within a day or two’s worth. Sometimes less.

Those times where he happened to be thwarted by authorities? They were rough gambles anyways with naught to be lost should those attempts fail.

Ultimately, Bandit Leader Pipin Tarupin never suffered a setback worth losing sleep over. Not until… a series of unfortunate events. Piling on top of each other, one after the other. As if karma had finally come knocking after all these years of delinquency and having his way.

It came in the form of a risky endeavor. One where Pipin went way over the line in his plan of distraction and kidnapping. His bandits would handle the brunt of it all in the background while he would put on a grand display to distract the likes of all Immortal Flames during Ul’dah’s Little Ladies Day event. Security was lax for but a moment and before anyone realized… that Sultana herself had slipped into his hands. Taken for a ride around the city as his hostage as his greatest taunt yet.

The move succeeded of course. Pipin caught the attention of all eyes for a split moment. Dancing atop rooftops with Her Grace until the flame general came barreling after him and causing an ungodly ruckus. He made a mockery of the Flames that day and escaped easily without a slip in his steps. Of course the Sultana had been rescued… but she was never the true aim to begin with.

…Thus were the beginning of his headaches.

For what did his bandits do but kidnap the wrong person and brought them back to their hideout no less?

Mistake number one was trusting in others to do the dirty work right. Mistake number two was underestimating the kidnapped lass and receiving a proper kick between the groins when he intimidated her on meeting.

It didn’t stop there either. The worst was yet to come. Just when things were looking up in fact.

After humiliating the Flame General for many years and the worst mockery of all in his latest endeavor, the monetarists had decidedly tried to put the man down in the form of an ‘accident’. Someone needed taking all the blame for Pipin’s actions and it was high time the man finally paid for his failures. Stabbed in the back and left for the desert vultures as his lifeblood bled out.

He would survive however. Rescued by moogles in exchange for an unknown debt he had yet to know of in truth. His life given a second chance… as Pipin offered a hand to welcome him into his fold. To leave all and everything behind as he started anew. And mayhap forge a strange bond as a way of Pipin making amends for causing the man so much trouble.

They shook on it. He had been the first to offer his hand even.

That was mistake number three.

“Waaaa!!!! Oh no! I forgot!!” One of the moogles present cried out, wiggling in dismay and floating up into the air some. “The warning about the mark!!”

“…It spreads, kupo.” Answered another, gesturing at the duo’s hands. “The debt owed as well.”

All hell broke loose.

Upon the moogle’s words, Pipin’s grip stiffened. And with a sudden sense of uneasiness, he slowly raised up the palm of the hand that just shook with the former general’s hand. What was once clear flesh now marked black with a paw print of sorts. Stamped and marked in what may as well have been permanent, binding ink.

Silence hung in the air… and before the man could so much as react, the bandit leader was upon the other. Hands grasping each of his shoulders and shaking repeatedly. “Did you curse me!? Eh!? Is that what all this is about!?”

In Pipin’s mind, he had been fooled. By General Zura, by the moogles, by everyone in an instant. Had for a last laugh at his expense after a rough few days.

“Agh--!!! No! What? No!!! You offered to shake MY hand, remember?! I didn't know this was going to happen! I don't even know what that debt is!!!"

“What do you mean you don’t know!?”

…Twas ignorance then. Plain and simple. And Pipin knew then exactly where to redirect his building anger as he was losing his absolute mind.

“Dinner.” He hissed, hands having snaked away and found themselves wrapped precariously around the moogle at fault. Grasping firmly and tugging at its fur. “Either you get your facts straight or you’re tonight’s supper.”

Zura had joined Pipin at his side, arms crossed and looming over the moogle just as leerily. At this rare juncture of time, they were both of same mind. “And I’m not about to stop him. Better start talking, kupo.”

The moogle trembled and shrieked a deft, “DON’T EAT ME!!!!!”

Humiliation on top of humiliation. For now the bandit leader had been dragged into an oath and a debt he knew not how to pay because the blasted creature couldn’t remember for the life of itself how to do so. Thus would the mark remain on his hand, threatening to spread to any other unsuspecting person he might accidentally touch.

And with plenty more humiliations to endure in the future. The price he had to pay for that day… was it truly worth it?

#ffxiv #writing #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2024 #bandit au

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ifihadtopickadad · 1 year ago

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you've made a mistake by telling me to go read up on the au- (/j)

anyway. susan refers to nessa and gregory as her children, so i assume this means she adopted nessa?? either legally or just emotionally, and considering she was homeless before henry gave them the afton house i am going to assume the us legal system wouldnt give her custody of nessa at all so its the latter.

WILLIAM FINDING REMNANT AS A TEENAGER IS SUCH A COOL CONCEPT ?!?!? like. him finding it post cc (i love how you call him benny btw. really cool name) or charlie's death is interesting, but the idea that he experimented using animals (AND HIS OWN FAMILY DAMN) and then moved onto children/humans once he- presumeably- did everything he could with being that didnt have the same level of sentience?? amazing. very evil-scientist core. love it.

remnant working similar to radiation is also an interesting idea, having to be stored carefully or it will 'possess' the objects around it. (imagine william tried to store it in a bucket one time and the bucket just. got possessed. what do you even do in that situation-) are there some materials that remenant is physcially unable to uh. meld itself into i guess?? like some resources are just remnant resistant??

will susan tell the kids about remnant? about everything (or even just some things) the aftons had going on? or is she going to try protect them from the truth?? DOES SHE FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO MIKE POST-SISTER LOCATION?? is the scoop canon to this au?? (if so my next question is how did faz ent get the sperm of a corpse but its faz ent. theyll find a way.)

the au seems great so far !! definately really interesting, will be Rotating It in my mind for the next several days and going mental any time you post something new for it lol

take care !! <3

It Twasn't a mistake. Twas a calculated risk.

I love people asking about the stuff I make. I'm out here stimming from excitement, you got me smiling so hard that my dimples are showing.

Emotionally and illegally. If there's one thing the lore has shown us about Henry beyond what we already know, it's that after William's bull-fuckery Henry had to be just as shady to bring the musty dusty purple Pringle down so paying someone to forge adoption papers was easy(I like to think he fnaf!Neil Caffrey to do it)

The concept of William discovering Remnant post-CC is nice but it never lined up quite right to me, I know way too much about how famous historical scientists studied the way stuff worked extensively to even begin experimenting with it to think that he discovered Remnant, and immediately started killing people to get results. William isn't on the Anti Social Personality Spectrum but he is an undiagnosed Narcissist with a God-Complex. So, William discovers Remnant as a teen and does smaller experiments to figure out how it works (this is one of my fnaf theories specifically around William's relationship to Remnant)

All the discourse about Remnant is actually what inspired the Radiation thing. Everyone, everywhere, was losing their minds over the insanity that is Remnant and I had a throwaway thought about how we've seen all this in fiction where Radiation is the given cause: the mutates in every Fallout game ever and the TV show, Spiderman, The Hulk, Corpse Mikey would fit right in in the Fallout-verse, etc. All fnaf does is take all of those concepts and shove them into one place and I love that. The only thing it doesn't do is bring you back to life and I think that's because you need internal organs for that. Mike lost his organs but not his brain so Remnant kept brain activity going.

The bucket thing did happen. It wasn't a bucket thought. It was one of those plain lunch boxes. He had one already but, he bought an extra to store the Remnant in. Long story short, it's early morning, and he's practically brain-dead as he gets ready for school so he grabs one of the lunch boxes without. Lunch in the cafeteria was legendary that day. The lunch box screeched, and he made up a half-lie about trying to invent a musical lunch box but grabbing the wrong one. He invented an actual musical lunch box that was fairly popular in UK for a while.

Yes! Funny enough Radiated materials are the only things Remnant can't meld itself to. He could never figure out why but, William's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He bought and repurposed multiple microwaves to act as radiated containers.

By the time they get to the house Gregory and Nessa are 10 and 14 respectively so she does tell them, they're also Geniuses ala Afton Genetics and they're also Peak Gremlins™️ so they'd find out anyway.

Everyone knows Michael Afton(legal name Mike Schmidt) as a Missing Person's case that's gone unsolved for decades by this point. The footage of him getting scooped was scrubbed as was his being worn like a meat suit. But there is footage of 'Mike' forcing himself up and to the Elevator. His organs were all gone by the time the Police got there but the blood muscle and other bodily fluids were still there. It's believed that Mike was lured to the scooping room through abuse and manipulation a fact further compounded by the bodies of the technicians being found hanging by police.

The general belief is that he died out in the wilderness but, his body was never found hence the Missing Presumed Dead thing. This all happened in 1986 when he was 17. Afton Robotics and Fazent shut down Circus Baby's officially and stopped renting out the Funtimes after this because they weren't fast enough to cover it up like with the Missing Children's Incident and the Bite of '83. And so began the downfall of Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics.

So yeah, the scoop happened here, and since Remnant works with what's already there and Mike's practically made of the stuff because he grew up eating it, his sperm was kept intact ala Remnant(I mean he didn't lose his penis to the scoop.)

As for the name. I was watching the sandlot when I came up with it. (His middle name is Garret) I'm glad you like it.

#ask #asks #answered #fnaf security breach #fazbear entertainment #fnaf au #fnaf sb #heir and a spare au #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanessa #gregory afton #michael afton #vanessa afton

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glapplebloom · 28 days ago

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Who could play Oogie Boogie?

Juliet continued to pitch the play. “So while the Gift Givers and their helpers work on Hearth’s Warming, Nightmare Moon and her friends are working on the same thing, but with their own twists. Eventually, the Stitch Lady brings the Gift Givers to Nightmare Moon and she apologizes for the rough treatment and tells her to make sure they’re comfortable. Sadly, the Stitch Lady thinks being comfortable is being with the villain of the play.” “And who pray tell is that?”

Suddenly a puff of smoke appears in the middle of the room and when it clears, it reveals Discord. “IT’S ME!!!” Luna is shocked. “DISCORD! I heard rumors you returned but I didn’t want to believe them!” “It’s true. I’m here and I’m here to help. And despite...” Discord turns to Juliet looking angry. “...A certain group is taking up my old residence...” Discord goes back to the middle as if nothing happened. “I could not pass up an opportunity to create my own version of Oogie Boogie!” “Oogie Boogie?” Luna asked. Juliet answered “the villain of the original source.”

Discord puts an arm around Luna. “Alas, as great of a role is to play Oogie Boogie, he does not last long and is eventually defeated.” Juliet continues. “That’s correct. After Nightmare Moon tries and makes a mess of things, she laments about what she does. Thinking she ruined everything at first but then the excitement of it all gave her new ideas to make future Nightmare Nights even better! But she knows before all that could happen, she must fix her mess and free the Gift Givers from Oogiecord!” “How does he know they’re with him?”

Juliet was about to answer, but then she hesitated. “Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe her Ghost Opossum told her?” Discord interjects. “Maybe it's explained in one of the spinoff books or games.” Juliet continues. “Either way, cue action sequence where Nightmare Moon beats Oogiecord and the Gift Givers save Hearth’s Warming! And as a thank you for essentially cleaning up her mess, they let it snow in Nightmare Night Town, giving them the taste of Hearth’s Warming she felt.” Luna looked a bit confused, but she did like what she heard.

“I must say, it does sound very confusing but it does seem to end on a happy note.” Juliet interjects. “One more thing. During the entire time, three kids wanted to help Nightmare Moon, trying to lead her to not make the mistakes. And at the end of the play, Nightmare Moon thanks them for being the friend she needed all this time. Just got to change the lyrics so people don’t think this is a love song between you and kids.” Juliet looks at Luna more closely. “So... What do you think?

“I must admit. I do find this story intriguing. But I don’t know how it would make me feel to see a more glamorized version of myself?” Juliet pulls something from behind her back. “Simply put, you just got to see the original.” Juliet hands Luna a tablet. “It’s called the Nightmare Before Christmas. This thing will play it for you when you press that Triangle. Watch it and just picture the skeleton man as Nightmare Moon.” Luna looks at the small device. “Alright. I’ll see this when I can.” Juliet bows. “Thank you for your time Princess.”

Later, back in her room, Luna pondered about watching it. Would it really change her mind? With nothing else to do, Luna did as Juliet instructed and began to see the movie. “'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story that you are about to be told, took place in the holiday worlds of old. Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven't, I'd say it's time you begun.”

#story #green lantern apple bloom #pitch meeting

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your-local-grinning-cat · 1 year ago

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‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe…

You have entered the Tulgey Wood, the home of Che’nya. When the curious cat beastman is not attending classes at RSA or out bothering visiting his friends at NRC, Che’nya will usually be found here, wandering his Wood.

Make sure you keep a good grip on your mind - you wouldn’t want to lose it now! - because things are a little different around here…

If you’re curiouser and curiouser - please be sure to read the directions to be directed in the right direction… but not necessarily directly!

Know that you ignore the rules of the Tulgey Wood at your own peril! 😼⤵️

Before you go any further, you should know Che’nya is not alone in his Wood. He has kidnapped convinced his best friend, AR, to live with him! Where Che’nya goes, AR goes. AR is as much a part of the Tulgey Wood and the world of Twisted Wonderland as Che’nya himself is, so do not be surprised when AR and Che’nya interact!

AR is both a character and the roleplayer. How can AR be the roleplayer for Che’nya if they’re also a character? Well, that certainly is an interesting question, isn’t it? I suppose you’ll have to read further to find out. You were warned that things are different around here…

While all of Wonderland is Mad, there are rules here. The Queen of Hearts has made sure of it! Very loudly! And even someone as chaotic as Che’nya listens to the Queen most of the time. But these are AR’s rules and everyone is expected to follow them, even Che’nya!

Rules of the Tulgey Wood

1️⃣ There is an actual person behind this account. Remember that and be kind and respectful. If you break the rules you will either be ignored, told the rule/s you broke and directed to it/them, or outright blocked.

9️⃣ Be a decent human being to everyone - not just the person behind this blog. Racism, homophobia, misogyny, transphobia, etc. are not tolerated here. MAPs and pro-shippers are also unwelcome. If I ever do/say/reblog anything offensive myself, feel free to tell me and I will correct it! I am human and make mistakes.

3️⃣ The admin running this blog is an adult in their mid twenties. Please keep this in mind. For your safety and my own, if you are a minor, I ask that you only interact with me through asks so that I can answer them publicly. That way the entire interaction is in full view of others.

8️⃣ I do not rp in DMs. If I contact you via Tumblr DM or you contact me in DMs, I will be talking to you OOC.

4️⃣ Everything will be answered at my own discretion and time frame. Not only do I have a life outside of this blog, but I often end up putting a lot of effort into just one reply, making my response time a little slow. Because of this, I can easily get overwhelmed with notifications and burnout, so I sometimes need to step away and take breaks. Please be patient, and thank you for understanding!

2️⃣ While this blog is fairly NSFW, as I allow cursing, some smaller horror-esqe descriptions, and can speak of darker topics, one thing that I do not allow is sexual content. While Che’nya is very tactile and highly physically affectionate, the furthest he will go is kissing, nuzzling, cuddling, etc. He may also do some cat things such as scenting, kneading, kitten licks, nipping, etc., but that is as far as I am comfortable with.

6️⃣ This is a multiship blog. Which means that while Che’nya can date multiple people, those relationships will not intersect with each other, belonging in their own pocket realities. Che’nya, being self aware, is unique in that he is aware of all his partners in every reality and is honest with every partner about the situation. So, to him, it’s more like he’s in a polyamorous polycule. But, for the purpose of the blog itself, because his partners will ever interact as fellow S/Os, this blog is multiship.

5️⃣ Other rp blogs and OCs are absolutely welcome! However, if it’s your character’s first time talking to Che’nya, especially an OC, I ask that you either give a brief explanation as to who they are at the bottom of the ask you send or provide a link to an intro post that I can read so I know who I’m talking to and Che’nya can act accordingly. I am not going to hunt down information about your character if you are wanting to interact with me. It would be different if I was reaching out to you. A summary can be as simple or as long as you like. Here’s an example of a short one provided by @castaway-achlys:

“Character is a mild-mannered and typically quiet boy. Despite his past, he's incredibly intelligent and curious about the world, and always has kindness in store for others. He is 18 and in the Ignihyde dorm.”

7️⃣ Much longer rule because it comes with a little added explanation on Che’nya! But it is just as important!

Please refrain from god modding. Che’nya is my character. I do not appreciate it when you try to force him to act like you want him to, you assume he will react/act in a certain way, or you try to force your headcanons onto the character I am roleplaying. This is not the canon Che’nya, nor is this your version of Che’nya. This is my version of Che’nya.

If you do not know what god modding is, here is a link! And before you click on it, know the tone is /lh

Bouncing off of “no god modding,” people may try to complain that my Che’nya is OP because I let him metagame and seem to let him powerplay. (I will not provide links to these terms - if you don’t know them I think the link previously provided will have been enough to tell you what to do to fix that 😂) While I can’t argue with the metagaming, as Che’nya is self aware, I can argue with powerplay.

Che’nya is not all powerful… unless he is in his Tulgey Woods, where he is the Ultimate Game Master and controls everything. But that does not mean he doesn’t have weaknesses, even there. And once OUT of the Wood, Che’nya is NOT all powerful. He is still strong, but he is no longer the Ultimate Game Master. The key would be managing to catch the cat. Which would be incredibly difficult, but it could be done. This is why Che’nya does not often leave the Tulgey Wood. He is well aware of his vulnerability.

Then there is the fact that, even if he is very powerful, enough to even warp reality at times… he has also managed to get his head stuck in a teapot, summoned marshmallows and skewers to roast them but complained he had no chocolate or graham crackers so he couldn’t make s’mores, and has run face-first into walls more than once.

He may be Powerful, but he is also Mad and Silly and that can make him Stupid at times. It would be no fun if he was truly all powerful all the time.

🔟 This blog is run entirely on mobile with only a few exceptions. So please forgive any weird formatting.

Tags are important on this blog! Not only does Che’nya often speak in them (AR sometimes joins in, even when they were not present in the main post), but there are also good sorting tags to check out if you’re interested!

Tagging System

Sorting Tags - Che’nya

#che’nya meows - when Che’nya makes an original post speaking whatever nonsense comes to him

#che’nya chats - when Che’nya replies to asks sent to him… and yes, that is a play on “chat” being French for “cat,” but no, it’s not for you Rook lovers it’s a REFERENCE TO THE BOOK LET ME LIVE MY LIFE 😭

#che’nya wanders - when Che’nya leaves the Tulgey Wood to go visit other blogs and send his own asks, usually to stir up mischief

#che’nya appears - when Che’nya suddenly pops up on a post, often without warning or invatation

#che’nya grins - when Che’nya finds something purrticularly fun, funny, and/or fabulous 😸

#che’nya lore drop - my Che’nya is not the Che’nya from canon… since we don’t know much about him, I have made him my own

So, that being said…

#che’nya the [REDACTED] - when Che’nya does or says something, in the main post or the tags, that reminds us that he is more than just a silly kitty beastman… he is the Cheshire Cat

#che’nya knows no 4th wall - when Che’nya breaks the 4th wall because he is 100% self aware and does not care about architecture

Sorting Tags - AR

#ar speaks - when AR makes an original post IN CHARACTER (sometimes included even if AR only speaks in the tags)

#ar answers - when AR replies to asks IN CHARACTER (sometimes included even if AR only speaks in the tags)

#ar asks - when AR sends an ask to a blog IN CHARACTER (sometimes included even if AR only speaks in the tags)

#ar comments - when AR comments on posts they were not originally involved in IN CHARACTER (sometimes included even if AR only speaks in the tags)

#ar _____s ooc - when AR makes an original post, replies to asks, sends asks, or comments on posts OUT OF CHARACTER, explaining something that is happening to the blog admin irl

Speaking Tags - All

If only ONE person is speaking in/making a post, whether it’s Che’nya or AR, assume the person “talking” in the tags is them, even with no name identifier. However, if both are speaking, they will identify themselves.

#che’nya: Che’nya is speaking in this tag

#ar: AR is speaking in this tag - in character

#ooc: if you see this tag, I am talking as the admin and out of character, but this is not on a post I have made specifically to speak OOC

Event Tags

Whenever there is a fun situation that lasts a while happening on the blog, there will be a tag specific to the event! It will be formatted like this…

#che’nya event: [event]

Some people have been given their own unique tag. Here’s a list of those who have earned their own kind of cat bell from me that I tend to ring the most often! (let me know if you want to be untagged) There are some other people who have bells, but I don’t tag them as often.

Cat Bell Buddies 🔔

@1930sdarlin: #darlin megs 💖

@blind0raven

Foxy: #boxy foxy birdy friend

Kibby: #👑🦊

@castaway-achlys

Castor: #⭐️🔭😸

Pollux: #💫🔭😸

@disgruntled-prince: #🦁💜😸

I will make a post with more information about Che’nya specifically later to link here, but for now… I think they deserve to finally have a place of honor on Che’nya’s blog!

Relationships 😻

Nightlight - Che’nya and his Star, Castor

(@castaway-achlys)

✨🌙⭐️✨

Darli’nya - Che’nya and his Darlin, Megs

(@1930sdarlin)

✨💜💖✨

Leo’nya - Che’nya and His Highness, Leona

(@disgruntled-prince)

✨😸🦁✨