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calpalirwin · 4 years ago

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Adventurous Spirit

Summary: Ashton becomes more and more of a (lovestruck) hippie.

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And away, and away we go!

Ashton’s adventurous spirit was what had drawn you to him in the first place. Sometimes you weren’t sure what he loved more: being a drummer or being able to travel the world as a result. All you knew was Ashton seemed most at home when he was on the road, making the most of every moment, and you were an absolute sucker for someone who loved life with that much fierceness.

With tour dates lined up, and studio time charted out, life at home buzzed with the excitement of what was to come. Then, the world shut down.

The first week, you watched anxiously as Ashton paced about the house, phone glued to his ear as plans B through Z were discussed and refined, tension slowly building up in his neck and shoulders. But with an album release so close, the feeling of restlessness didn’t get a chance to settle in, and for that you were grateful.

About a month and a half into lockdown, you found him sitting on the couch, staring blankly into space. “Hey,” you said softly, sitting down next to him, and pulling him out of his trance. “You good?” you asked, your fingers dragging slowly up and down his arm.

“Hmm?” he questioned, giving a small shake of his head. “Oh… Yeah, I’m good, I guess.”

“You guess?”

Ashton shrugged. “It’s hard to put into words. Like, I’m thankful for the time to slow down. Because I know I sometimes worry you with how much I work. And my body could probably use the rest. But not knowing how long this lasts is… It fuckin’ sucks. Because there were a lot of things I always said I’d do if I just had the time. And now I do. But how much time? How long am I stuck here?”

“Well” you started with a slight teasing tone, “I’m pretty sure you have time to make a garden, and get some chickens if you’re really dedicated to that.”

He giggled lightly, then sighed. “I just hate not knowing. I don’t want to lose myself.”

“Oh, I don’t think you need to worry about that. Just take it one day at a time, and go from there.”

“I suppose that’s true. And hey, I got you, right?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. Cuz I need you more than I can put into words.”

“I love you too, Ash.”

~~~

You both stared at the box of Superbloom merch, you in awe, and Ashton somewhat dejectedly. “Oh, c’mon!” you urged, nudging into his shoulder. “You could be a little excited. You worked hard for this.”

“I am…” he defended. “But I want to do more.”

“More with the release? Or more solo stuff?”

“More with the release. I want to celebrate. I want a chance to play it live. I want everything the guys and I wanted with Calm, and this shit,” he thrust an angry finger in the direction of the window, “won’t go away!”

“So let’s celebrate.”

“How?!”

“We get tested, and we get out here for a bit. Camp in the desert under the stars for a few nights. I dunno. We’ll figure it out.”

“That… is not half bad. But that only solves one of my problems. I miss performing, babe.”

“Virtual concerts are a thing, you know.”

His eyes lit up in a way you hadn’t really seen for months, before he was kissing you passionately. “You! You’re a fuckin’ genius!”

You laughed against his mouth. “Thanks, I try.”

His forehead knocked against yours, his eyes holding yours steadily. “You are everything to me.”

~~~

If there was a downside to suggesting a weekend getaway for the Ashton’s album release, it was that it revived his desire to travel, and the desire was now stronger than you ever remembered it being.

“You’re becoming a hippie,” you joked as you guys woke up in the back of a pick up truck in the middle of nowhere.

“Becoming?” he laughed. “Thought I always was.”

“Well, it’s becoming more prominent now,” you laughed with him, running your hands through his hair. “I don’t think you’ve let your hair get this long since 2016.”

“Ah yes, the first hippie Ash stage. I’ve learned a lot since then.”

“So this is Hippie Ash 2.0?”

“The new and improved hippie.”

You both broke out in a fit of giggles, before you sighed in content, curling yourself into his side. “So where to next?”

“Anywhere we fuckin’ want to. Well… within reason. The guys and I are discussing the next album.”

“Shit, already?”

He shrugged. “Might as well. Gotta be prepared for when the world opens up again. Wanna hit the ground running. Make up for lost time.”

“Well, fuck. Let’s go somewhere with the guys then. A working vacation.”

“Working vacations are my favorite types of vacation. But after the holidays. I’m getting used to lazy vacations where it’s just me and you, and I’m not ready to give that up just yet.”

“Oh, some place with snow would be cool. Maybe a cabin so we don’t freeze to death.”

He took the hint, pulling you into him with the blanket. “Sounds perfect.”

~~~

You awoke to an empty bed, sunlight, light laughter, and weed smoke filtering in from the open window.

“Morning, Luke,” you greeted as you found the blonde in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his hands wrapped around a coffee mug.

“Mornin’,” he nodded, side stepping out of the way of the coffee machine. “Still practically a full pot if you want a cup.”

“Nah, I’m good for now. Ash?”

“Outside getting high with Cal.”

“Fuckin’ hippie…” you chuckled, headed for the front door of the cabin, Luke’s own laughter following you out.

Calum had a camera in his hand, pointed at Ashton who sat on a couch in his robe, a random disarray of items scattered nearby on the ledge of a firepit. “Oh, hey, Y/N!” Calum said, noticing you first, as Ashton looked over his shoulder at you.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, taking a seat next to Ashton on the couch and leaning into him. “Starting the morning off on the right foot?” you asked with a pointed glance at the ashtray with the cigarettes and blunts.

“Oh, yeah,” Ashton drawled, shifting to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

“Ever think you lean into the hippie stereotype a lil too much?”

“Nah. Haven’t gone completely off the grid.”

“Yet,” Calum snickered. “There’s still time. Luke kinda did, and I’ve never seen him happier.”

“I dunno. I’m already pretty fuckin’ happy.”

“That’s true,” Calum nodded, then clapped a hand against his leg. “I’mma head back in. Maybe shower. Maybe get another cup. You guys good?”

“Yeah, we’re good, mate.”

“You know,” you spoke up as Calum headed back inside, “when this first started last year, I was really worried about you.”

“Worried about me? Why?”

“You said it yourself back then. You’ve always pushed yourself harder than you probably should. I mean, face it, Ash, you’re restless. I was worried about all the things you were worried about. That you’d get stuck, or lose yourself. But then, I dunno. I guess I stopped because I realized how silly it was to worry about you. I mean, you’re you. You’re always gonna make the most of whatever you’ve got. Even if what you got was a year that wasn’t anything like you originally expected it to be.”

“This year was harder than I anticipated. And I did get stuck, and I did get lost. Like those moments did happen. Because you’re right. I’m restless. I’m at my most relaxed when I’m constantly on the move, either doing something or working towards something. So, yeah. This past year fuckin’ sucked. But it was also everything I needed at the same time.”

“Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find yourself?”

“Something like that, yeah. So, while this past year has taught me a lot, it’s also solidified a lot of things I already knew to be true. Like how I couldn’t have done any of this without you. More than that, I don’t want to do any of this without you. And I wasted too much time trying to reconcile how both you and the band can be the adventures I want to spend my whole life chasing before realizing that I don’t have to.”

“Ash…” you cut in softly. “I’d never make you choose between me and the band. Or me and anything, for that matter. I’m always going to support whatever makes you happiest.”

“No, I know. That’s what I’m trying to say. My life with you in it is what makes me happiest, because you are what makes me happiest. In a year where I didn’t know which way my life was going from one day to the next, the one thing I knew for certain was that I’d have you. It made the dark moments bearable, and the light moments much brighter. That’s not something I want to give up. You’re what I want, now and always. So,” he got up from the couch, reaching into the pocket of his robe as he sank to his knees in front of you. “Marry me.”

You gasped as he snapped open the little box and cool metal slid across your left ring finger, your mind in a whirlwind of both his sentiment, and the fact that he said “Marry me,” more as a direct statement. “Mrs. Hippie does have a nice ring to it.”

“So, that’s a ‘yes’?”

“It’s a million ‘yes’s, Ash. You’re the love of my life.”

“And you’re mine.”

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luvuwite · 4 years ago

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all, go

i hate you

1. What was the last present you gave?

uMMMM probably a commission i gave to pancake (archie/vivi)

2. What was the last present you received?

i dunno? if its a doodle then i got that a week back!

3. What animal best represents your personality?

from the oOoOO spirit animal tests i took im a snek

4. What are you most afraid of?

sometimes my own mind EYES EMOJI

5. Who is your favourite villain?

HMMMMMMM probably like,, megamind i love him

6. Who is your favourite family member? (we all have one, admit it)

MY SISTERRRR

7. If you could name your own planet what would it be called?

myanus

8. Stars or Moon?

stars!!

9. Do you have/want kinds?

if my other partner wants them, sure

10. What is your greatest life goal?

making it this far

11. What is something you can’t live without?

soup

12. What is a place you associate with your childhood?

one of the parks near the store-area

13. How was your first kiss/how would you like your first kiss to go?

i never kissed, so i wouldn’t know, but pls,,,ask for consent,,, and warn me if we gonna kiss or not,,,,,

14. What is some life advice you have acquired?

ive learned a lil’ bit, but one of em probably has to be to just be like,, dont cry over something you know is fake, at least thats what i remember atm HAHA

15. Who in history has influenced you?

bruh i dont like history idk

16. What is something strange that you think about often?

h,,,hopless romantic noISIJEIORQ AHHAHA i like to think about weird scenarios in my head basically

17. Baths or Showers?

showrr i get shy with myself in baths

18. Tea of Coffee?

coffee

19. Alcohol or soft drink?

alchohol bad brisk brisk brisk

20. Writing or typing?

typing since its easier

21. What is you most favourite thing in your bedroom?

my bed its sexy and comfy

22. Spontaneous holiday! Where are you going and with who?

wait what UH I DONT KNOW probably just close close friends and family

23. Introverted or Extraverted?

i have my moments with both

24. Describe yourself in two words.

small and aggressive

31. What do you think of when you hear ‘portrait’?

a picture or image of someone/something

32. Tell me about your partner/ideal partner?

i mean no one is perfect yeah? i just want them to be honest with me and accept my AHEM struGGLES with relationships since im not the best partner

33. Tell me about your siblings, if you have any?

my sister is what you call a “girly girl”, she likes disney movies, outdoors, being loud and running around, yknow just like any other child ever

35. What are you a big advocate for?

my friends!!

36. If you’re comfortable to answer, what is the sickest you have ever been?

migraine + stomach bug + mental in trash + stomach pains + lil appendix pain

37. When were you the most scared in your life?

when i broke my arm

38. Ever had a paranormal experience?

ACTUALLY YEAH i thought i heard someone yelling help outside my window and i peaked out and realized it was nothing and i figured i was just tired but i was still kinda freaked

39. Biggest celebrity crush at the moment?

im not like other girls,,,,....

40. What is something happening in your life right now?

uhhh just general anxiousness/paranoia(?) tbh

41. What is your favourite mythological creature?

DRAAAAGOOOOOON

42. Marvel or DC?

dont know what those are

43. What object would be on your family’s banner?

soup

44. Favourite flower?

pink rose

45. One characteristic you like in a partner?

s,,,support/reassurance pls

46. What planet/star would you travel to if it were possible?

i wanna,,,, actually i dont know i think i would just enjoy floating around in general

47. What is your favourite meal… ever?

soup

48. First time…. doing anything. Describe your first time doing something?

first time i drew was twiggit sperkl and that was the most proudest i ever felt

49. Who is your favourite superhero?

bRUHHH I DUNNO I DONT WATCH THAT STUF

50. What is your favourite poem? Recite it?

i dont read

51. What is an exercise you despise doing.

burpees

52. Secret talent?

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

fite

53. Current song on replay replay replay?

[x]

55. If you weren’t in your current occupation what would you be doing?

sleeping probably

56. What is the first thing you notice about the person you fancy?

,,y,yo they kinda,,,, scrumptious,,, AHUIWRWQI

57. If you had one wish that would definitely come true, what would it be?

yes

58. If you could time travel, when and where would you visit?

i would go to future bc i wanna see what i look like

59. What is your lucky number?

60. If you adopt a pet what would it be and what would you name it?

a cat!! and i actually am planning a name and calling them clementine!!

61. Do you believe in fate/everything happens for a reason?

i believe your fate is decided by ur own actions/words

62. What is your favourite thing about your personality?

im not too hard to get along with,, i hope

63. What is your favourite thing about your appearance?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

64. What is your favourite clothing store?

primark bc everything is like 2 bucks

65. What is your favourite online store?

i dont do online shopping too much

66. Use one word to describe your most favourite person?

observant

67. How do you usually have your hair?

down with a clip, then ponytail next day

68. What was your favourite subject in high school?

math

69. What makes you feel empowered?

power over something/someone(as a joke/in games, not in a bad way)

70. What motivates you to do something?

a prize at the end

71. What advice would you give someone who is going through a rough time?

it gets worse before it gets better, and in the worse ill be there for you so you dont have to go through this alone

72. Ideal date?

wendys!!! sweater weather!!! cuddle!!! left 4 dead!!! comfy clothes!!!

73. What is the best date night movie?

i am not that attractive to be taken out on a date

74. What is something you are currently looking forward to?

nothing atm tbh im just here bc i have to beIEOJRWIOE

75. Tell me a funny joke?

oo wa oh wa ooh

76. Do you like musicals? If so, what’s your favourite?

never listened to one actually

77. What is your favourite song currently?

sweater weather. always.

78. What song never fails to make you dance?

POP EYED JOEEEEE IVE BEEN LIVING???? LONG TIME YOOO

79. What is your favourite “classic?”

gnomeo and juliet

80. What is the best advice you have ever been given?

obese paragraph and comfort doodles? lets go

81. Where did you ancestors come from?

puerto rico

82. What have you learned from your parents/guardians?

be tough nugget and dont take shit seriously till you have to

83. What is a phrase you heard a lot growing up?

dont step on the crack or youll break ur mothers back

84. Do you believe in magic?

nnno

85. What reminds you of your best friend?

overwatch

86. What are you passionate about?

dance dance dance

87. Tell me a story from middle school?

one time

the end

88. Who was your favourite teacher and why?

i love my bio teacher rn bro shes such a sweetheart

89. Can you roll your tongue?

yes

90. What made you pursue what you are studying? (including school subjects)

my little pony

91. Where would you like to travel to?

japan for those toys gimme gimme

92. What is something on your bucket-list?

i wanna see coral reef

93. What is home to you?

place that brings feeling of comfort/security

94. What do you do in your free time?

draw

95. If you could buy anything right now, what would it be?

food

96. If you could see anyone, living or dead, right now, who would it be?

probs one of my online friends

97. If you could choose, what would your last meal be?

soup dumplings brisk and rice

98. How would you like to die?

happy

99. List five of your favourite pieces of art (paintings, books, songs etc)

ruby eyes / sweater weather / ponyo / wall-e / idk

100. What would you change about this world?

global warming SHOOO U FAT

#post #ask #long post #sugarbreadz

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luciaas · 4 years ago

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hi cuties !! i’m cami, a twenty year old gal in the gmt timezone from the land of leprechauns aka ireland. this is my lil ball of sunshine, lucia caverly. you can find out all about her below ! i’m so excited to get to know all of you and your lovely muses and if anyone wants to plot, feel free to hmu here or on disc <3

lucia marie caverly

age — twenty-three

nickname — luci

hometown — tribeca, new york

sexuality — bisexual

zodiac — scorpio

birthday — october 27th

postive traits — spontaneous and ambitious

negative traits — erratic and stubborn

background:

childhood — lucia had a happy and comfortable childhood. she grew up in her family home in tribeca as an only child with both of her parents. her mother, catherine caverly, is a real estate agent while her father, laurence caverly, is a defense attorney. both of them came from money and influence so their lavish lifestyle wasn’t new to them. she was very sheltered as a child and was never exposed to anything besides what was in her lil perfect bubble.

teenage years — lucia had decided that she wanted to go to public high school, despite her parents wanting to send her to a private school. while it took her a while to convince them, eventually they agreed. she was a social butterfly throughout high school, she spoke to anyone and everyone. she was kind, friendly and approachable. within her first year, she had been exposed to things she could’ve never imagined for herself and even managed to get herself a boyfriend, daniel, who she was completely enamored by. they were together for their sophomore and freshman year and shared the same friends. in her junior year, she found out that daniel had not only cheated on her with her, then, best friend but he had also stolen multiple of her father’s expensive watches from their home. when she found out, she was completely heartbroken. she suddenly went from wholeheartedly trust most people, to trusting no one. she couldn’t tell if people genuinely wanted to be her friend, or if they just wanted to use her for her wealth and her influence. by her senior, she was a completely different person. she had dropped most of her friends and had become a notorious party girl, quickly started to fall into the ‘rich kid’ stereotype after befriending a new group of people from her social parents’ circle. the company she started to keep and the choices that she made caused many people to resent her, including her parents. when her parents tried to reign lucia back in, it only made her find different ways to live her fast paced lifestyle.

moving to wickery falls — after showing up at home completely wasted after a wild night out, lucia’s parents decided to enroll her into a private all-girls boarding school. she hated every minute of it and it was here that she realized the extremities of the ‘rich kid’ stereotype. her life was the complete opposite to what it was only a few months prior. there was no partying, no staying up past curfew and it was impossible to even try sneak out. she had tried. after enduring this for the rest of her senior year, she realized that she couldn’t stand the idea of acting like the stereotypical spoiled brat and hated that she had become so paranoid and guarded with everyone. she decided that new york wasn’t the place for her and she wanted a fresh start. her father agreed to let her leave new york as long as she attended law school. as lucia wasn’t passionate about much, she took the deal and quickly found herself living by herself in an apartment close enough to wickery falls university, where she now found herself enrolled as a law student.

life in wickery falls — lucia started fresh and felt herself becoming who she used to be. she found herself taking up a bartending job at the midnight pleasure. she adores her job and the dynamic she has in wickery. she also doesn’t hate law school. so that’s a plus. however, despite her fresh start, lucia has never lost her partying tendencies and she doesn’t think she ever will.

personality:

effervescent — lucia’s vivacious and enthusiastic spirit is captivating and is what generally attracts people to her. she is lively and lives for the thrill and this attitude is contagious to those close to her, which makes her fun and exciting to be around. confidence and a positive outlook is something she never seems to lack.

candid — lucia is nothing if not truthful and straightforward (except about her own situation lol). she says things how they are, but is considerate and careful as to how she words it. honesty is something she doesn’t struggle with. she is the type of person who you can trust to give you their utmost honest opinion but also the person to keep you in check, even if she can’t keep herself in check sometimes.

assertive — lucia’s confident and forceful personality can sometimes come off as intimidating but once you get close enough to actually speak to get and get a sense of what she’s like, intimidating is the last thing she is. she still struggles with lowering her guard.

erratic — her unpredictable behaviour makes lucia either fun or dangerous to be around. she takes spontaneity to another level and more times than not, this ends up with her, and anyone involved, in trouble. sometimes, she needs someone to knock her down a peg and keep her in line but she is difficult to deal with at times due to her being.

stubborn — when lucia sets her mind on something, she does it. she is strong willed and stubborn, like her father. it’s hard to change her mind when it’s already been made up. her strong opinions and adamant nature can make her difficult to deal with, but everyone has their thing, right?

a lil more about lucia:

she’s a complete adrenaline junkie and lives for the thrill

she’s very outgoing and spontaneous and open to almost anything

she’s truly a lil ball of sunshine once you get to know her

she’s very strong-minded, independent and charming

she’s also very caring and has a big heart for those close to her

she’s more of a love ya and leave ya kinda girl since daniel broke her heart <3

she’s the biggest flirt you’ll ever meet and is very open about her sexual nature

*promicuous girl plays here*

she can lowkey be a bad influence to those who aren’t used to her lifestyle

she loves anything coconut scentered

her red lipstick is her staple, it is also her favourite colour

she knows the words to every ABBA song

wanted connections

best friend / ride or die: lucia’s rock, someone who keeps her in check and supports her despite all her faults.

party buddy: someone who lucia can always rely on for a good time. they can keep up with her and her antics and never back down from a bomb party.

friends with benefits: self-explanatory!!

enemies with benefits (maybe turns into something more??) : give me all the angst

literally anything... i’m down for all the plots

#wickeryfallsintro #· – intro

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brookefm-a · 4 years ago

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( twenty one , cis woman , she/her ) ✉ ― hey babes, have you met BROOKE MORENO. they’re vacationing here, a few villas down from where you’re staying. you might hear COCAINE MODEL BY ZHU playing from their villa, it’s their favourite song. yes, they hear that they look like ISABELLE MATHERS alot, actually - it’s really uncanny. their friends back home in MANHATTAN, NY say that if they were on a tv show, their trope would be THE STEPFORD SNARKER , how funny is that? ✎ ley , nineteen , she/her , est.

hi besties !! it’s ley here with this extremely chaotic & unhinged intro ! it’s truly an absolute disaster even after i spent an hour trying to make it better :)) anyways , i’ve decided to drop venice ( rip to real one ) bc i’ve just really lost muse & i’ve been so busy recently that i can’t handle two muses !! this is obviously a repost ( with a few very minor updates ) so feel free to completely ignore this .... but if you don’t , proceed with caution bc this is a mess.

𝐈 . 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 :

FULL NAME : brooklyn paige guiliana moreno . NICKNAMES : just brooke .... her childhood nickname was peanut but call her that and you will receive a christian louboutin heel to the crotch . AGE : twenty - one . DATE OF BIRTH : august 4th . ASTROLOGY SIGN : leo . GENDER : cis woman . SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual . PRONOUNS : she / her / hers . OCCUPATION : socialite , model , influencer . HOMETOWN : manhattan , new york . EYE COLOR : green . HAIR : brunette , naturally wavy but she straightens or curls it every day. MOTHER : nadia moreno . FATHER : lorenzo moreno . SIBLINGS : caleb moreno . POSITIVE TRAITS : gregarious , freewheeling , intuitive , altruistic , vehement . NEGATIVE TRAITS : irascible , temerarious , capricious , covetous , flighty . AESTHETICS : hearts drawn on fogged glass , a golden ring on every finger , sunlight beaming through the curtains in the early morning , ruination spilling from cherry stained lips , lipstick stains on old vanity mirrors , sundays spent entangled within egyptian cotton sheets , overflowing glasses of bubbly , heels clicking against a marble floor , a honey toned voice spewing harsh words , cheeks stained a shade of natural peach , tanned skin against white sheets . CHARACTER INSP : idk what it is w me and always picking my childhood icons as inspo.... anyways , brooke is mainly based off of alex russo & paris hilton with maybe a dash of brooke davis & blair waldorf .

click here to take a lil trip to her pinterest !!

𝐈𝐈 . 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 :

tw : revenge porn ( leaking of nudes ) , stalking , ptsd & anxiety.

on august fourth , 1999 , brooklyn paige guiliana moreno was born to nadia & lorenzo moreno . she was their second born child , the baby of the family with an older brother by two years. born in milano , italy , but they moved to manhattan before she turned one , so she has no memory of it. as a child , brooke did everything her parents asked of her. she was people pleaser , and she thrived off the attention and validation. one day after seeing toddlers & tiaras on tv , brooke begged her parents to let her do pageants. and she very quickly moved up from just beauty pageants , into the real world of fashion and modeling. she loved the glitz and glam of it , and the way people would praise her for it. by the time she was 18 and finally able to focus full time on modeling , she was one of the top high fashion models in the world.

brooke met her first boyfriend her junior year of high school , and she fell head over heels for him. in hindsight , she knows it was more puppy love than real true love , but back then she had been so blinded by her feelings for him that she thought it would truly be something that could last. they were together for all of high school , until one party right after they graduated. they were playing spin the bottle ( bc ofc they were ) and brooke ended up having to kiss his best friend. she thought it had all been fun and games , but apparently , he was infuriated by what happened , and they got in a fight and broke up the next day. after their break up , he leaked her nudes to the media for a pretty large check to ‘ get back at her ’. thankfully , he was too much of an idiot to do it anonymously , and it was quickly found out that he was the leak. he was stripped of his college scholarships for football and expelled from princeton before his freshman year of college had even begun.

unfortunately , brooke’s troubles didn’t end there. that same summer , her two closest friends turned on her as well. they sold lies about her to the media , twisting the story to put the blame on brooke , claiming that she had cheated on her boyfriend by sleeping with his best friend. they were also always giving tips to the paparazzi about her location. and there was one paparazzi that at first , always seemed to linger in the background whenever she was out in public. she would spot him out of the corner of her eye , but she’d hadn’t really though much about it until he started following her to first apartment ( she had been so excited to finally have a place all to herself , and was crushed when it was tainted ). the first time he did it , he just sat outside on the street , watching her enter the building but not going any further than that. things escalated very , very quickly from there. it seemed that every time she would leave the building , he would be there , snapping photos , taking videos & hounding her with incredibly personal questions. one night , she had arrived home from a photo shoot , wanting nothing more than to just do her skincare and pass out in bed. there had been nothing off as she had entered her apartment , nothing that could have set off an alarm in her head. but as soon as she entered her room , she found the man that had been harassing her for weeks , looking through her things just hoping to find a story he could sell to the media. she was able to get a restraining order on him after that , but since he hadn’t physically harmed her , no criminal charges stuck.

she’d felt violated and betrayed , and so , so scared that she was no longer able to live alone. she gets really uncomfortable in large crowds or when she’s alone late at night , because she’s terrified that one day he’ll show back up. for a few months , brooke refused to go therapy because she was insistent that the events had no effect on her , even though it was obvious that she had. she wasn’t sleeping at night ( and still struggles with insomnia to this day ), she was barely leaving the house unless it was for work , and she had pushed away all of her friends. she finally agreed to go after after she had passed out from exhaustion in the middle of a photo shoot, and she’s improved a lot since then , but she does still have some lasting ptsd and anxiety. she also has a really hard time truly trusting people now , because she’s always scared she’ll let someone in just for them to sell out all her secrets.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 :

she can kinda be a tough nut to crack , but underneath the hardcore closed of exterior , she has a very bubbly personality , is very free spirited , she has no filter , and she’s extremely animated . she also cannot stay still for more than 5 minutes. literally the energizer bunny personified

okay .... she is lowkey a huge attention whore. there’s really has no excuse why she is either she just ... sucks lmao. but she really just thrives off of having all eyes on her , and has a naturally alluring energy. also has a major tendency to stir drama , even if it’s unintentional. she’s the type to be like “ i’m not a fan of drama i’ll just stay out of it ” but then is always the FIRST to ask for all the tea whenever shit goes down

she’s also very much a serial dater. in her pea brain attention = love so she’ll flock to wherever she gets that. she likes the validation of relationships but hates the commitment , so pretty much all of her relationships end before they ever really start. it’s something the media has caught onto , and she’s criticized quite a lot for it.

she does a pretty good job at hiding her ptsd , but please just .... don’t sneak up on her or surprise her bc she will freak out ( nd then either get irrationally angry or completely shut down bc she doesn’t know how else to handle these emotions lol )

she is a hardcore adrenaline junkie , she does so much shit just for the thrill. for her eighteenth birthday , she went cliff diving in mexico , then for her twenty first , unlike most ppl who just go to a club & get drunk , she went sky diving. she just holds a lot of emotion in , so anything that will release all of that or make her feel anything other than the things she’s avoiding are very much welcomed.

brooke once sent nasa a 6 page persuasive essay trying to convince them to send her to space. included in said essay were multiple images of herself because “ i’m a star and i should be documented as such ” unfortunately for her , they never responded :(

she would not be caught dead looking unpresentable .... she’ll do a full face of make up even if she’s waking up at 4am. and don’t even bother to ask her to go out after she’s done her skin care routine .... there’s no chance

god complex but sometimes it takes the day off & she’ll be insecure as fuck. honestly the conceitedness is pretty much just a defense mechanism to hide how much she actually hates herself lmao very “ i feel like i’m the worst so i act like i’m the best ”

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langdvnshepherd · 6 years ago

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Good For You ~ Epilogue (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

PART ONE ~ PART TWO ~ PART THREE ~ PART FOUR

MASTERLIST

Summary: You’re a broke ass college student whose one night stand with the infamous Duncan Shepherd leads to the development of a rather interesting relationship between the two of you.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: sugar daddy!Duncan, fem!reader, smut, daddy kink, voyeurism (sort of? not really but), lost of fluff hehe

A/N: Surprise bitch, I bet you thought you’d seen the last of sugar daddy!Duncan and Y/N 😏. Since everyone seemed to be feelin some type of way that Part 4 was the last part, I figured I’d finish them off with a cute lil sum sum bc why the hell not lmao. This also kinda fits in line with it being finals szn, so for all my thotties still in school, enjoy!! Also I barely proofread this pls forgive me. Once again, thanks for all of the kind words about my writing, it means the world to be as always!

A set of keys rattling on the other side of Duncan’s apartment door indicated her arrival. They jangled rapidly, as if getting inside was of utmost importance. Duncan knew exactly who it was, as only two other people in the world had a key to his place. Annette, whom he’d only recently just reconciled with after the earth-shattering news that revealed she wasn’t actually his mother, had taken off to Mexico earlier that week to tend to international ties with The Shepherd Freedom Foundation, so it wasn’t her. Which led him to believe that only other person, a person he’d been thinking an awful lot about lately, could possibly be making their way into his apartment...

“I DID IT!” you yelled as you bolted through the front door of Duncan’s, well yours and Duncan’s, apartment. Probably a little too loud for his neighbor’s liking, but you were too excited to give a shit. Paying no mind to behave like a civilized human being, you dropped everything at the entryway and jumped over the back of the quilted leather sofa to plummet into Duncan’s lap; textbooks, designer bag, and the obnoxiously large keyring to your new Audi (an anniversary present from Duncan), all clanking to the floor in one large pile.

Duncan grunted in response, the weight of you crashing on top of him so suddenly knocked the breath out of him. His face quickly became consumed by a genuine, ear-to-ear smile as he remembered what you had set off to do this morning.

“I knew you would,” he stated matter-of-factly as his arms wrapped securely and comfortably around your waist, his lips reaching over to plant a quick kiss on your lips before you told him all about the day you’d just had.

In the years that the two of you actually spent together as a couple, you’d come to realize many things about the infamous Duncan Shepherd. One being that he loved physical contact. He wasn’t quick to expose that side of himself back when he was considered strictly as your sugar daddy, but that passing of time had made him soft. He loved touches. Even little touches like pressing his knee against yours under the table during boring gala dinners, or rubbing small circles on the underside of your ass while his head was between your legs. Duncan lacing his arms around you had become customary, part of your daily routine when either of you came home for the night.

“The department loved my thesis. They said my research was impeccable, and that there wasn’t a single thing I could have done to improve it. I’m set to graduate in two weeks!” you gloated, and you damn well reserved the right to.

For the past 3 years, you’d been working on your thesis for graduate school, and it just about took every ounce of sanity you had left. You couldn’t count the number of days and nights you’d spent huddled over a textbook or sobbing into your laptop because your numbers weren’t coming out right or you felt like your argument was pointless. But Duncan was there for you through it all. He saw how drained you were for months on end, and wanted to make sure he was doing everything he could. You quit your job, finally giving into Duncan’s pleads to let him cover your expenses full time. You’d even been living with him for just over a year now, not counting the many, unofficial months prior when a large collection of your bras and underwear had mysteriously taken over drawers of Duncan’s dresser. Your roommate was pissed after finding out you were abandoning her to move in with your boyfriend, but she quickly retracted her remarks upon realizing she’d be able to visit Duncan’s lavish apartment whenever she pleased.

“So I’m guessing my little stress reliever really helped take the edge off for your presentation then, hmm?” he snidely remarked, referring to last night, when his fingers worked you over the edge repeatedly. You’d been up all night worrying, sleep being the furthest thing from your mind. Duncan begged and pleaded for you to come to bed, but you refused. Too many last minute diagrams to perfect and statistics to memorize before your thesis defense the next morning. He’d somehow managed to coax you into the satin of his sheets with the promise of a good night’s sleep. There was no teasing, no holding back, just Duncan making you feel so incredibly good, knocking you into a deep slumber in no time.

“I just got my fucking master’s degree, and you want to try to make this about yourself?” you sarcastically jabbed, playfully shoving Duncan’s shoulders against the back of the couch.

He pretended to be hurt, unwinding one arm from your waist to dramatically massage the skin where you’d pushed him.

“I’m teasing, dove. You wanna go out? I’m feeling like this calls for a celebration. We can go to that new seafood restaurant on Pennsylvania Avenue. You have to have a reservation, but I could probably get us in.”

“Can we just stay in? I’ve been standing in these heels for hours and I really don’t feel like talking to anyone else,” you muttered while tucking your head into the crook of his neck, the exhaustion evident in your body language.

“Of course,” he replied, resting his chin on the top of your head while brushing his fingertips absentmindedly across your forearm. “I can call in something. What are you in the mood for? Sushi? Thai?”

“Can we order pizza from that place by my old apartment?” you asked, a cheeky grin creeping its way onto your face. You knew damn well the reaction that suggestion would get out of him. You’d gotten Duncan to eat there once, but only once. After some begging on your part, Duncan agreed to give it a shot. His upbringing consisted of caviar and charcuteries, meaning greasy, $2 a slice pizza automatically made his stomach churn. He ate it, but not without complaining the entire time. Despite growing accustomed to Duncan’s ways after being with him for so long, you still yearned for that shitty, cheesy, pumped-full-of-chemicals pizza that had comforted you on many drunken nights while walking back to your old apartment.

Duncan pulled back from where he was cuddled into you to reveal the most genuine, stink face you had ever seen. His lips were pressed together firmly and turned down in disgust and his eyes were crinkled at the corners. Clearly not amused.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Serious as a heart attack, handsome,” you rattled your fingertips against his peck for emphasis, peering up at him with doe eyes you knew he couldn’t resist.

He paused for a moment longer, praying you’d suggest something, anything, else besides that stupid fucking pizza he hated so much. He honestly didn’t see how people could stomach food like that, but he wasn’t going to crush your spirits on your special day.

Realizing you weren’t budging on your wishes, he audibly groaned.

“You’re lucky I have a hard time saying no to you. You know that, right?”

“As if you ever would, Donut.”

He suppressed a chuckle at the nickname you’d recently picked given him, still trying to seem annoyed.

“Whatever, brat.” He snorted effortlessly flicked your legs off of his lap, sauntering towards the kitchen to grab his phone and place an order for what he considered the worst meal on the planet.

Somewhere along the line, the pizza had long been forgotten. Maybe it was when you’d purposely reached over Duncan to grab the tv remote, making sure he got an eyeful of your breasts as you moved. Or maybe it was when you’d kissed him to shut him up amidst his incessant bitching about how the pizza tasted like it had been left out in the hot sun for 3 days. However it went down, you’d found yourself straddled across Duncan’s lap, his hands clutched tightly at your waist, occasionally roaming down to your ass to grind you against his hardening cock.

You felt your core pulsing beneath you as Duncan ground his hips against yours, arousal pooling at your entrance. As old as Duncan was, he was always in the mood, ready to take you whenever and wherever. He had situated his body so that his legs were propped up on the cushions and his back was leaning against the stiff armrest, where he was able to hold your body as close to his as possible with ease. You were lost in the moment, not thinking of anything or anyone else except the way Duncan was making you feel. Once you were able to pry Duncan’s hands from of your ass, you withdrew your lips from his with a pop. Sliding down his body, you held eye contact with him as you reached for the buckle on his belt, eyes blown with desire. Duncan had this look on his face like he was contemplating doing something or saying something, but he certainly didn’t want you to stop either. He let you undo his belt buckle and unzip his trousers, making one less layer between you and his aching cock. You pressed your lips over the cotton of his boxers, making him groan as you mouthed at his erection that was begging to be set free. Just as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, Duncan gripped you by your wrists. “What? Are you okay?” you stopped suddenly. Duncan was never one to put things on hold, especially when your pretty, little lips were mere inches away from where he wanted you most. “Put your shoes on, I need to show you something.” “You’re joking, right?” you asked, sitting up from your place between his legs.

“Serious as a heart attack, angel,” he responded, batting his eyelashes and speaking in a sing-song voice, clearly mocking your words from earlier on in the evening.

“Come on, let’s get in the car.”

Glancing down at the bulge in boxers, you gave him one last, “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of this first?” look. He simply smiled in return, taking your hand in his to help you up from the couch.

The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, largely due to the fact that Duncan had used one of the emergency ties he kept in his backseat to blindfold you, making you completely unaware of where he was taking you. You begged and pleaded for Duncan to tell you where you were going, but he wouldn’t budge. It was a surprise, he insisted.

“Is it a dog?”

“Jesus, no.”

“A cat?”

“Absolutely not, Y/N.”

“A bird?”

“Why would I blindfold you to take you to get a fucking bird?”

“I don’t know, Dunc? Why did you throw me in your Bentley and blindfold me at 11 o’clock at night anyway, hmm?

“Will you just drop it? You’ll see when we get there.” He was annoyed but the tone of voice let you know he was still entertained by your whining. You knew he was smirking despite not being able to see anything but the darkness that the blindfold allowed.

“Fine, but a dog would still be nice.”

The rest of the way consisted of silence; the whirring of the engine and the breeze of the air conditioner being the only sounds filling the confines of Duncan’s car. You tugged at the tie around your eyes, trying to stealthily catch a glimpse of a highway sign that would even slightly indicate where you were headed. He caught you every time, scolding you and sarcastically threatening to drop you off on the side of the road if you tried it again.

Suddenly, you felt Duncan applying pressure to the brakes, the car slightly jerking as he shifted the gear to park. Finally. Whatever Duncan was planning was about to be unveiled.

Your hand wrapped around the back of the tie, attempting to undo the knot and take in your surroundings. Duncan was quicker, swatting your hands away before you could slip the fabric away from your eyes.

“Not yet. I’ll tell you when you can look.”

Exhaustingly, you threw your head back into the headrest of the seat with a sigh.

“Will you stop being dramatic? We’ll be inside in like 10 seconds.” You couldn’t see him, but you knew his eyes were rolled so far back into his head they might have fallen out.

You heard the click of the door handle, and felt Duncan’s hand on your elbow, prompting you to step out of his car. Your shoes scraped against pavement, meaning he hadn’t driven you into the middle of the woods to kill you. What a relief.

He guided your steps with his fingers laced in yours, oddly soothing you as your anxiety was climbing at not having any idea where you could possibly be. The air outside was crisp, slightly chilly due to the time of night. The only noise coming from outside was the continuous chirping of crickets and other critters alike. Wherever you were, it was secluded.

“Okay, stay right there. Don’t move.” Duncan commanded, patting you once on the shoulder before leaving your side.

You heard four electronic pings and the whoosh of a door swinging open like he was hitting buttons on a keypad. Where the fuck were you?

Duncan’s hands were back on your arms in a moment’s notice, guiding you over the threshold of the door he had just opened.

“Watch your step.”

Immediately, the smell of fresh wood and chemicals filled your nostrils. Yours and Duncan’s steps echoed loudly throughout the space as he continued to lead you; the harmony of the various sounds of the outdoors no longer present.

“You ready?” Duncan asked, speaking low into your ear, the stubble of his beard just barely ghosting over the nape of your neck.

“Been ready since you blindfolded me an hour ago, Dunc.” you fired back.

Duncan was too tired to comment on any more of your whining, he just chuckled lightly in response, pressing a kiss to your temple over the thick material of the tie.

Antagonizingly slow, his fingers worked at the knot. He knew what he was doing, pissing you off even more by dragging it out. Duncan could feel the way you froze in your spot, your chest barely moved with each breath and your hands were frozen at your side; indicating your skyrocketing anxiety. He was nervous too, but you weren’t currently in the position to be able to notice the way his heart looked like it was going to beat out of his chest.

The tie fell from your eyes, ribboning to the ground and pooling around your feet. And then you saw it.

The ceilings had to have been at least twenty feet high. The walls were stark white, the one at the far end covered almost entirely with a seamless, glass window. There was a grand staircase in the middle, leading to a breezeway that overlooked the space you were currently standing in. You put it together. You were in a house, and a fucking huge one at that.

Nothing occupied the space. No furniture, no art hanging on the wall, not a single indication that anyone even lived here. It was empty.

“Duncan, where are we?” you asked, too entranced by your surroundings to turn around and look at him as you spoke.

He came around to your side, wrapping one arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him.

“Home.”

You broke away from his hold to look directly into his eyes, unconvinced that he’d just said what you thought you heard.

“What?” it came out as barely a whisper.

Duncan nudged his head forwards, prompting you to follow him. He paced himself, creeping along against the marble tile. You were further into the house now, catching new details you weren’t able to see from the front door. No words were spoken, just Duncan steering you throughout the first floor with his hands crossed behind his back. There was a kitchen, a kitchen at least three times bigger than the one in Duncan’s apartment with a double oven and appliances that looked far too advanced than anything you’d ever seen. Connected to the space was what would be a dining room, big enough for a table that could seat at least twelve. Duncan stopped just as were standing in front of the ginormous, granite island resting in the center of the kitchen.

“You made a comment a couple months back,” Duncan began, turning to face you.

“Something about how my closet was getting cramped because of how many pairs of shoes we both had. It got me thinking. I’m older now. Got a good head on my shoulders. I‘ve got you. Why am I still living in an apartment like a twenty-something bachelor? So I started looking at houses. And then I found this one. I was gonna wait until the renovations were done before I told you. There’s still a couple more things they need to do upstairs and some electrical work here and there, but other than that it’s basically finished. You looked really happy tonight, and it made me not want to wait any longer so....here we are. Happy graduation, I guess.”

You felt a warm tear roll down your cheek, too busy staring at Duncan to register the buildup in your tear ducts. He looked at you like he always did when he professed his feelings to you, with genuine, whole-hearted, adoration. With love.

“This is our house?”

“This is our house.,” Duncan confirmed, a confident smile on his face.

“I even made them put in a bigger tub ‘cause I know important bathtime is to you. And the closet is extra roomy. But if it’s not enough, you can just use one of the many spare rooms for all of your things. I know I tend to go a bit-overboard-with my gift-giving.”

A silent laugh escaped your chest, huffs of air expelling from your mouth each time.

“Duncan Shepherd, I love you.”

“And I love you, Y/N Y/LN. I can’t wait to live here with you.”

He brought you in for a kiss, cupping your cheeks in both hands as his lips melted into yours. You broke away in a smile, shifting your way out of Duncan’s grasp to look once more at what looked like the abyss that you would soon call home.

“Can you see it?” Duncan spoke up as your eyes wondered. “A giant sectional back by that room we first saw when we walked in, a dining room table over there. Black obviously. Maybe some plants over by the windows.”

And you could. You could see it. Duncan’s weird art hanging on the walls in the entryway, both of your cars parked side by side in the driveway you assumed was wide enough to back a bus into given what you were already looking at. It already felt like home, despite being an empty shell of one.

In your trance, you’d seemed to have missed when Duncan walked up behind you, pressing his chest against your back. His hands had started at your waist; rubbing soft, soothing circles against your hips bones. Inch by inch, he ever so slowly trailed his fingers up your body towards your chest, where they were now purchased just below the swell of your breasts.

“I can see you in here,” Duncan started, his hot breath fanning over your collarbones, littering your skin with goosebumps. “Standing in this very spot. Making breakfast in your underwear. Those cute, little pancakes you like to make on Saturday mornings-”

“They’re crepes, Duncan. You know that.” you snickered, burrowing further into his arms and his touch.

He kissed the sweet spot along your jawline, knowing all too well the reaction he’d get out of you. A soft gasp blooming from your lips halted you from speaking any longer. You were suddenly reminded of where you left off back at Duncan’s apartment. Already feeling the stirring in your abdomen at the thought.

Duncan leaned forward with you still in his grasp, laying his elbows flush with the granite slab of the island. He moved his kisses from your neck to your shoulders, and then to your back just at the top of your spine.

“Do we have neighbors?” you questioned, certain that anyone could see the two of you through the ginormous window. The lights were on and the house was empty, meaning your bodies stuck out like sore thumbs. It wouldn’t take a genius to catch onto what was happening. You already knew where this was going, especially since you could feel Duncan hardening against the backside of your thigh.

“Not yet. They’re building another house down the street, but even then it’s still about a quarter of a mile away,” he answered in between pressing kisses on your jugular. “Plus trees. And hedges. No one can see us, babe.”

“Good, because I need you to fuck me. Right now.”

In seconds you felt the bone-chilling cold from the stone of the kitchen island pressed against your cheek. Duncan pressed you down on your stomach to lay as flat as you could on the granite, reinforcing you with his toned arm. Your arms splayed out at your sides, fingers spaced out pushing yourself down even further.

Duncan’s other hand reached down to the hem of your dress, bunching the fabric up around your waist and resting it on your back. The warmth of his fingers caressed your ass before he withdrew them briefly to unzip his own trousers. As he freed his leaking cock from his boxers, you felt the head brush just slightly against your skin, beadlets of precum spreading across your cheeks. Duncan swiftly tugged your panties to the side, desperate to feel you against his digits.

He started at your entrance, gathering the wetness seeping from your core with his fingertips. In slow, calculated patterns, he circles his way up to your clit, the contact making you shiver. A small moan fell from your lips, finally getting the action you sought out hours ago at dinner.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping. Tell me, who is the only one that do this to you?” he asked in fake perplexion.

“You do,” you’d somehow been able to muster throughout the sea of pleasure provided to you by Duncan and his long, skillful fingers.

“It’s all for you. Every time, daddy.” you grinned against the coldness of the granite.

Duncan was content with your answer, as a low groan rumbled from his chest in response. He leaned forward once more, so his lips brushed the shell of your ear and his chest molded into your back.

“You ready for me, love?”

“Mhmm,” was all you’d managed to get out.

His fingers were replaced with the tip of his cock, swirling his member along your cunt to prepare himself for the stretch. He pressed his fingers into you once more, using the collected slick to pump himself a few times before aligning himself at your entrance.

Duncan pressed the small of your back down further against the granite, making your ass jut out instinctively to give him easier access to your dripping core. Tantalizingly slow, he pushed himself into you, savoring every inch of your walls that clenched around him with urgency. You were both breathing heavily, the melting of your bodies consuming every nerve.

Once he was fully seated inside of you, he stalled, looking down at your frame. The girl he’d managed to rope back in time after time. No matter how much he knew he didn’t deserve someone as loyal and trustworthy as you, you came back. Every time. Every night. To him. He never thought he’d find himself in this position. In his new house, with whom he was convinced was the love of his life, sprawled out on his kitchen counter at his mercy.

He leaned in once more to press a tiny, close-mouthed kiss to the back of your head before pulling himself halfway out of your drenched cunt, only to forcefully thrust himself back in again.

It felt like you had been lying there for hours. You were almost certain you’d have a dent in your cheek for a week due to how hard the side of your head was pressed into the kitchen island. Duncan ruthlessly pounded into you from behind, your cheek rutting against the granite with every slam of his hips while cries escaped from your lips. Your fingers grasped for anything, everything. He had one hand on your waist and the other wrapped almost too-tightly around the back of your neck to keep you in place, so you opted for gripping the lip of the counter as best as you could. But pearls of sweat coated your entire body, making it hard to hold onto anything for too long.

The sounds of squelching skin on skin echoed obscenely throughout the empty house. It was borderline blasphemous. Chants of, “Oh my god,” “Don’t stop,” “You feel so good,” and plenty of profanities were peppered into the mix, only adding to the indecency of the situation.

It took some time, but you finally began feeling that familiar tingle building up inside of you, causing another rush of arousal to flow effortlessly out of your cunt. It became overbearing after a while, your desperate need to milk Duncan’s cock for all that it was worth overcoming your very existence. You chased after your release by rolling your hips backward, working in sync with Duncan to fuck you deeper and harder.

“Someone’s eager. Am I not giving you enough, little girl?” Duncan mocked through heavy breaths.

“Just go faster, please,” you begged, fighting to let pleasure take over, but you weren’t quite there yet.

“Please what? Use your manners.”

“Please, daddy.”

Duncan loosened his grip at your waist, snaking his hand around and beneath you. You felt the pads of his fingers swirl lightly over the fabric of your panties that still covered your clit, all while he continued to thrust his hips into your backside. With each cycle around your bud, he increased his pressure just slightly, drawing out moan after moan from you. The sounds falling from your lips triggered moans of his own.

When he finally slipped his hand through the front of your panties, you were overtaken by a swell of euphoria, just teetering over the edge. You abandoned your other senses, focusing solely on Duncan and the way he was working you open with his cock and now his fingers. Your eyes were screwed shut, hearing going in and out, fingers grasping for purchase around the corner of the island.

“What about now? Is daddy giving you enough now?”

You couldn’t speak. Your mouth hung open, but no sound came out.

“No? Guess I’ll have to pick up the pace then.”

The feeling of Duncan vigourously massaging your swollen clit between his two fingers was enough to trigger your release. You came with a shaky scream, trembling as Duncan continued to fuck himself into you through your orgasm despite the fact that he was faltering himself. The hairs on your arms stood upright, your skin quickly becoming oversensitive to his touch.

Duncan’s hips sputtered, stilling completely as he allowed for his own release. His moans went up an octave, a sign you’d grown accustomed to recognizing as a tell-tale indicator that he was cumming. You felt his warm seed spilling deep inside of you, coating your walls as he gave your cunt a few extra pumps with his cock before slipping out of you.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, lifting you from the island and winding his arms around your waist. You could feel the dampness of Duncan’s forehead on your neck, it was cool on your fevered skin.

“Did you do that on purpose?” you asked, chuckling as you turned in his arms to face him.

Duncan smirked back at you, satisfied with your current state. You had a flat, bright red mark across your cheek from being thrown against the counter, the rest of your face flushed with an adorable, pink heat.

“Did I do what purpose?” he responded, feigning ignorance.

“Drag me all the way out here just to fuck me as loud as you wanted so no one would hear?”

His grin only grew wider, you’d caught onto his little game. He lifted you onto the island, placing you gently on the granite. Through the corner of his eye, he caught his cum dribbling down your thighs. Quickly, he caught the stream of milky, white seed on his pointer and middle fingers. He raised them to your mouth, pulling your bottom lip out just slightly with his other hand. You accepted them without hesitation, running your tongue along every centimeter of his digits. As you removed him from your mouth with a satisfied pop, he answered.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

You shook your head and laughed once more at his cockiness, grabbing him tighter and lying your head against his chest.

“I did, Donut. It surely did.”

As you stood in Duncan’s arms with your head to the side, you could just barely make out a swimming pool in the backyard beyond the windows of the dining room. It was still surrounded by dirt, meaning it wasn’t quite complete. Visions danced in your head at the memories that would be made beyond those french doors.

You couldn’t wait for this place to be finished. You were ready to spend the rest of your life here with the man you’d once thought you’d never see again. The man that did exactly as he’d promised:

He’d taken care of you. And he always would.

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trynnabemultifandom · 5 years ago

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I’m here for you| Chris Evans x Reader

Imagine: When your boyfriend cheats on you, you find yourself driving to Chris’ house. When you arrive, he’s not there but Dodger is. You fall asleep in Chris’ bed and when he finds you, he can’t keep his feelings about you in much longer.

Warnings: Maybe a lil bit of swearing. Sorry

C/C = Car Colour C/B= Car Brand

Your POV

I pull up into the driveway of the house I share with my boyfriend B/F/N. We’ve been together for almost a year. Today, he was working late and I was finished early, so I decided to surprise him with a nice dinner for when he comes home. When I pull up to park the car, I see his already in the driveway. “Hm, maybe he was let go early” I say to myself. I get out of the car and up to the front door. Upon unlocking it, I see his stuff in a heap throughout the hallway. Getting curious, I go up to our shared bedroom, ready to ask if he’s ok. Reaching out to open the door, I hear a female moan. I open the door and immediately freeze at the sight of some woman on top of him. “What the hell?!” I scream causing both of them to stop their movements but neither of them move “Who the hell is she?” the girl on top of B/F/N asks, before he replies, he looks at me “My ex, who hasn’t moved her things out of my house yet” he says. I look at him with hurt and anger in my eyes before replying “Ok asshole, first of all, this is my house, second of all, we were still together this morning so fuck you” then I turn to my wardrobe, grab my suitcase and a handful of clothes “I’ll be back for the rest tomorrow” and walk out before he can see me cry. Once I’m in the car, I let all my emotions out. Before I know it, I’m making my way to Chris’ house. I don’t even know if he’s home, or if he has the time, but it wouldn't hurt to try. As I drive closer to his house, I see that his car isn’t there. “Shit” I mumble. Before I turn the car around, I remember that when he got the house, he gave me a spare key in case he or I needed it. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I let myself in. When I get into the house I drop my handbag onto the table. Dodger comes running up to me “Hey boy, I missed you” I say as he jumps all over me

Once I see Dodger, my spirits are brightened a little. I don’t realise it but I’m walking towards Chris’ bedroom. I sit on his bed and stare at the floor, still not fully believing what had happened not even an hour ago. When I lie down curled up in the blanket, Dodger jumps up onto the bed and rests his head against me. It only takes me a few minutes to fall into a nice little slumber. That is until Chris is home, Dodger will probably make sure to wake me up once he comes home. I put aside all worries and just enjoy the feeling of comfort I get from being curled up in Chris‘ blanket and dodger by my side.

Chris’ POV

I just took a quick trip to the grocery store to top up on the essentials, like food for me and Dodger. When I return home, I see a familiar C/C, C/B car parked outside my house, I knew straight away who it belonged to. Worried there was something wrong, I move as quick as I can to get inside. When I open the door I see Y/N’s handbag, but no sign of her. “Y/N, you in here?” I ask as I walk into the kitchen, but get no answer. Before I get the chance to ask the question again, Dodger comes running up to me “Hey buddy” I greet as he jumps on me “have you seen Y/N anywhere, coz’ she left her stuff here and there’s no sign of her” At the mention of her name, he jumps up and runs to my room “What’s she doing in my room?” I ask out loud before following him. When I walk into my room, I can’t help but smile at the sight in front of me. It was (Y/N) sleeping, wrapped up in my blankets. When I see her face, my smile falls. It looks like she’d been crying. I walk up to the bed and sit on the edge of it. Feeling the bed dip must’ve woken her because her eyes started to open. “Hey” I whisper to her, she smiles but only for a moment then sits up “Hi, I’m sorry to let myself in and fall asleep on your bed, it’s just, today has been pretty shitty” I smile softly “Hey, it’s fine. That’s why I gave you a key. You can let yourself in whenever you want” She smiles “Thank you Chris, really” I move so I can properly face her “So wanna tell me what happened?” she sighs “It’s nothing, I don’t wanna bother you with my problems” she says looking away trying to dismiss the problem “Hey Y/N, look at me” I say gently. She looks at me with watery eyes and I grab a hold of her hand “You can tell me anything, you’re not bothering me. I wanna know who or what has made you upset” I tell her, speaking in a soft tone. When she sits up, that’s when I know she’s going to tell me about it.

Your POV

“So wanna tell me what happened?” he asks, I sigh “It’s nothing, I don’t wanna bother you with my problems” I say and look away. I play it off as nothing, but really I wanna tell him everything that happened. I want him to hold me and tell me everything will be ok. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, just a few hours ago, my boyfriend broke my heart, and Chris is my best friend. I shouldn't be thinking like this. I get pulled from my thoughts when I hear his voice again “Hey, Y/N, look at me” I’ve never heard his voice that gentle before. I look at him and my eyes start to water. He grabs my hand “You can tell me anything, you’re not bothering me. I wanna know who or what made you upset” After hearing him say that, I sit up, both of us still holding hands but neither of us letting go. I took a deep breath before starting. “ Today, I was finished work early, and B/F/N was working late, or supposed to be, so I thought it’d be good to make dinner for him for when he comes home” I pause for a moment to take a breath and I see Chris already piecing things together but he let’s me finish before doing or saying anything “When I pulled up in the driveway, I see his car already there. I thought it was strange, but decided not to question it. I was just happy he was home early. When I got in the door, I saw his stuff that was in a mess and it lead to the bedroom. When I got up there I heard a moan, a female moan. I opened the door and saw some blonde bitch on top of him” I look up to see Chris looking down at me with a sad expression. I wipe away my tears before finishing the story “When she asked who I was, he said I was an ex who still hadn’t moved my stuff out of his house yet. That’s when I lost it, packed a bag and found myself here” I wrap my free arm around myself. There was a few moments of silence until Chris spoke up “But wait, isn’t that your house?” I nod “Yeah, I bought it before we got together” I feel Chris shift beside me and before I can ask him what he’s doing, I’m wrapped up in his arms “Tomorrow, we’re going back there, getting the rest of your stuff and moving all of it into my house” I move so I can face him “Are you sure? I don’t wanna intru-” I get cut off before I can finish my sentence

“Don’t be ridiculous, you aren’t intruding at all. You need a place to stay, I have the room, and I wouldn't mind the company. Also I don’t think Dodger would be too happy with me if I let you leave” He insists and points over to a happy looking Dodger. I chuckle lightly and smile. Chris looks over at me and he’s smiling from ear to ear “I knew I could get a smile back o your face” he says and ruffles my hair “How dare you use Dodger to get me to smile” I say pretending to pout but end up laughing instead. All Chris did was smile “It worked though” “Ok, fine I admit, it did work” Chris stands up “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m starving” I nod “Same, I haven't eaten since breakfast" "I'll go make us some good, you go get freshener up a bit" He smiles at me, patting my shoulder as he walks out. I get up from the bed and look in the mirror "God I look a mess" I mutter and walk to the bathroom for my shower

Time Skip

I finish my shower just as Chris is finished making food. I throw on one of his t-shirts and a pair on tracksuit bottoms and walk into the kitchen "Somethin' smells nice" I say and sit down at the table. He turns from serving out the food to look at me "Yeah, just made some bacon and eggs, I know its seen more as a breakfast, but I like it for lunch too" He says, smiling as he takes in my appearance. God, did he always look this good? I wonder. When I realise he's been looking at me in his clothes, I feel a blush rise but manage to keep it hidden "Sorry I stole your clothes, I just couldn't find anything comfortable to wear in my suitcase" I lied. I didn't even look in my suitcase, I just wanted to wear his clothes. I wanted to feel comfort from him "It's ok, I don't mind. You can keep them if you like" I look at him like he just grew 10 heads "No I can't Chris. You've already given me a place to stay, I can't steal your clothes too" He shakes his head "Y/N, relax. I don't mind. They're just clothes. Plus, they look better on you than they do on me" He quietly mutters the last part, but I still heard it. I pretend not to, just in case I heard him wrong. What does he mean by it though? Probably just said it in a friendly way or something. Ever since Chris and I were kids, I had always liked him, but when I realised that the type of girls he was into were way out of my league, I tried my hardest to push my feelings aside. It worked for a while but it kinda hurt me, so to take my mind off it, I started dating other people.

None of these people were anything like Chris, but I suppose we weren’t meant to be. He didn’t like me in that way so I accepted it and was just grateful he was a friend., I could never imagine my life without him. “Hello, earth to Y/N, you ok?” I’m pulled from my thoughts by Chris waving his hand in front of my face “What? Yeah I’m fine” He nods and responds sarcastically “Yeah and I’ve been to the moon, What’s up?” He questions “Nothing I Swear. I’m just thinking” I answer. Which I mean isn’t fully a lie. “About what?” Do I tell him? I mean I can’t lie, coz’ he knows all the expressions I make when I do. I won’t lie but I won’t tell the full truth either, yeah that’s a good idea. “Bout how I’m lucky to have somebody like you in my life” at first he looks shocked then I’m scared I said the wrong thing but not even a moment later, he smiles “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day” He says. I smile and let out a sigh “I honestly don’t know what I would do without you Chris. You’ve always been there for me and I can’t tell you enough how grateful I am for that" He looks at me with soft eyes "Aww Y/N, that really means so much to me. C'mere" he says extending his arms out for a hug. Almost instantly I lunge into his arms and we just stay like this for a couple of minutes. When I feel him pulling himself away from the hug I look up at him only to see him looking down at me as he slowly brings one of his hands up to rest on my cheek and the other to hold my chin. Is this happening? is he going to kiss me? I wonder. My thoughts are cut short when his rough but soft lips are pressed onto mine. This moment is way sweeter than I ever could imagine. It's perfect. I hope he thinks so to.

Chris' POV

I probably shouldn’t be thinking like this about her, because she just broke up with her boyfriend. Would I be taking advantage of her if I kissed her? Does she even see me in that way? I push all my thoughts aside and just go for it. This will either ruin our friendship or become something more. I place one of my hands on her cheek and the other hand to hold onto her chin. In one swift motion, I bent down and slowly pressed my lips to hers. I could tell by her reaction that she was shocked, but she slowly melted into the kiss. Unfortunately we both had to break away for air. “Y/N, I’m so sorry-I wasn’t thinking and I just-” she cut me off by pressing a small kiss to my lips. When she pulled away I could see the smirk on her lips which makes me smile. “Never apologize for kissing me” I nod my head a little “I just thought that you’d think I was taking advantage of you because of the break-up but when I saw you sleeping in my bed, wearing my clothes, I just couldn't stop myself” I confess. Wow, I didn‘t expect to confess all of that. I look down at her to see her looking up at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen on her face “Well now Mr. Evans, that sounds like a confession, so I guess now it’s only fair I return the confession” She smirks “Well now Ms. L/N, a confession from you would be fair” I say, slightly mocking her. “When he broke up with me, I didn’t even realise I was making my way to your house until I got here. I guess I just knew that you’d give me a sense of comfort. I found it when I got into your bed and when I put on your clothes. I don’t know what it was but it just made me feel safe” I look down at her to see her looking straight back at me “If I didn’t know any better L/N, I would say this is a love confession” I say, hoping she would say it was “That’s exactly what this is Evans, but the question is, do you want it to be?” I nod and lower my voice to a whisper “That’s exactly what I want Y/N” I see her smiling up at me

"Then lets make it happen" she says. Am I hearing her correctly? "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured into it If it's too soon then I understand" She shakes her head 'no' " Chris, I’ve had feelings for you since we were kids, and it was only now that these feelings kicked in full force. It’s not too soon, trust me” She says with a big bright smile. I really want to tell her I love her but I feel like it’s really soon to say that. “Y/N, you are really sweet, funny, talented and you are so kind hearted. When I came home today, never in a million years did I think I’d be here with the woman I’ve had feelings for since like forever and I never thought I’d ever get the chance to tell you that Y/F/N Y/L/N, I love you so much and you mean the absolute world to me. You’ve been there for me when I’ve had bad auditions, good auditions and you’ve even been there just when I’ve wanted a bit of normality back in my life, and I cannot tell you how grateful I am to know you and if you accept my offer, to go on a date with me” When I finished my speech, I was out of breath and surprised that I had the confidence to say all of that, but Y/N was just standing there with tears in her eyes “Please tell me they’re happy tears” I say nervously though all Y/N can do is nod her head ‘yes’ “Chris, that was so beautiful oh my gosh, I had no idea you even felt like that about me. And yes, of course I’ll go on a date with you” She exclaims. I sigh and smile widely at her “Oh and I love you too Evans” She adds with a smile and places a kiss on my cheek. This was one of the best decisions of my life. I’m so happy to be here right now.

Ok, this took me long enough to get out and I’m sorry, but at least it’s out now, so that’s good I guess. I also didn’t check over it so if there’s any mistakes I’m sorry. Anyway, I hope you like it, Feedback is always appreciated!

#Chris Evans #dodger #adorable #fanfic

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bezgoesboo · 5 years ago

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–– m i c t a p ! “ an’... ohp ! we’re live ! ”

r u s t l e r u s t l e . . .

“ well, if you’re listenin’, welcome to another episode of witchin’ hour, in which i’ll do a real valiant job of wastin’ your precious time.

we got the tunes, we got the loons, and the night’s fresher than a pack of fuckin’ mini mart twinkies. yep. i’m bez. whaddya say we get jinkie with it ? ”

or, alternatively: my name is linc, this is bez holmes, and i hope you brought your schnazziest seatbelts ‘cause, oh bud... you’re in for quite the trip.

( timothee chalamet, ghost, he/him & cismale ) is that ( another one bites the dust ) by ( queen ) playing? guess ( killian beelzebub holmes)’s comin’ in hot! heard folks say the ( twenty three ) year old ( local radio host ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( throwin’ darts at the balloon wall with his buds ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he was killed by one of his best supernatural pals he was tryin’ to talk down while everyone else was bookin’ it to the woods, but ain’t the faintest clue he’s dead… yikes ).

b a c k g r o u n d . . .

the autumn of 1959 brought the youngest holmes sibling into existence and knocked out their mother in one fell swoop. killian beelzebub holmes was born to mr. holmes and his late wife at precisely 3:33am just before an uncharacteristically frosty dusk.

mrs. holmes chose the name killian long before her second-born ever killed her, so... heh ! joke’s on her ! bez’s pops didn’t have the heart to call him *cough* er, killian, so the family settled for the next best thing so they could still honor his mother’s wishes: beelzebub. except... well. that still was a lil problematic, given the timing of his birth. and callin’ beelzebub on class attendance? not exactly the best look. hence, the nickname bez was born, and he’s been goin’ by it ever since.

bez has an older sister lee and the two are as thick as thieves. growin’ up, they always kept their father on his toes –– wherever the holmes kids go, trouble follows.

mr. holmes served as county sheriff until he was killed by his second wife when bez was 13 and lee was 14. lee went back to art school after the local police department covered up the bear out as a fuckin’ armed robbery gone wrong. lee ‘n bez were sworn to secrecy, but nothin’, not even authoritative men in police badges, can erase the image of stepmonster slashin’ dad to bits and lettin’ him fall face first into a plate of spaghetti.

bez never liked stepmonster to begin with, but killin’ their dad was the kicker. lee returned to art school and bez struggled to keep the peace in the household. the bitch stepped up the loving stepma act until a year later, when she wigged out again ‘n landed him in the hospital for a couple days. after that, lee returned home, ‘n it was officially holmes vs. mama bear.

movin’ out was the dream, but unfortunately, mr. holmes overextended when he bought this nice shiny new house for his new wife ‘n kids; most of his insurance money went to getting the house out from underwater, ‘n the rest went to funeral expenses. so... the kids were kinda stuck with her. still are.

bez never let himself be stupid enough to dream ‘bout leavin’ letum falls. he likes it here. he’s got his people. throughout school, he romped ‘round with the cool kids. hung out with all the supernaturals. in fact, you’d be hard pressed to find bez holmes chillin’ ‘round anyone who’s actually human. contrary to his sister, his father’s death didn’t turn him off from supernaturals –– if anythin’, it made him desperate to prove to himself just what a wildcard stepmonster was.

after high school graduation, bez pestered his way into workin’ at the local radio station. what started as a simple soundboarding gig morphed into hostin’ his very own show, the witchin’ hour, on which he talks about letum falls’ spooky happenings and engages with live callers. he’s got a sleep with me bit –– callers name celebrities, fictional characters, or even existing locals bez has to seduce via song and cheesy pickup lines. basically, the whole show’s a hangout with bez –– more often ‘n not, he’s high as a bird. so the witchin’ hour’s got itself a steady cult of listeners. bez loves every second of it.

he’s got a reputation for bein’ sexually ambiguous. he was outcasted pretty young as bein’ a lil... off? never into sports. liked to paint his nails colors sometimes. borrow lee’s shirts. his dad never raised issue with it, but stepmonster definitely had her reservations. still does. bez holmes is a kid some fathers told their sons to steer clear of. for fear of, bez’ll laugh as he tells ya, spreadin’ it around.

labels are for chumps, he’ll tell ya, mid-cigarette drag. size y’up real good. odds are, if you’re attractive ‘n mysterious in some way, he’ll fuck ya. ( not countin’ six months of abstinence in 1980 when he was convinced everyone he fucked wound up dyin’ two weeks later... there were a string of incidental deaths. but honestly, sometimes ? he thinks ‘bout it. )

fuckin’ klutz. yeah, he skateboards. yeah, he looks cool doin’ it. yeah, he’ll even wear his shades while he’s doin’ it at night. but surprise him? make him laugh? he’ll trip over his own two feet.

addicted to cinnamon waffles, enough syrup to drown atlantis a second time. he always haunts the local diner. when he’s not there, he’s likely playin’ pinball or skeeball at the local arcade, or slurpin’ down a rootbeer float and annoyin’ the living shit outta earl at the mini mart.

if it’s illegal? sign him up.

he owns a shit ton of thrifted clothes. lots of chunky jackets, v-necks, rings, necklaces. funky pants. he’s recognized around town by his crazy curls. they’re never tame. he’s always lookin’ artfully disheveled. smirkin’. stealin’ looks.

t h e f a i r . . .

bez was hangin’ out with his supernatural buds ( wanted connections )when all hell broke loose. he was actually makin’ a fool of himself with balloon darts, but he made a ten buck bet he could win a stupid hat.

while everyone else ran, bez tried to talk down one particular friend ( wanted connection ) who was tryna keep themselves from attackin’ him. he got so far as to get ‘em calm, place a hand on their shoulder. lean in to look ‘em in the eye real close.

“ hey man, hey now. listen. y’don’t gotta do this. killin’ ain’t punk, ‘kay? y’hate blood, hear me? i believe in you, ‘n even though you serve killer looks –– you’re not a killer. ”

even in the face of death, this kid fuckin’ joked around, and... basically this friend slashes his throat and ripped his heart out right after bez managed a hopeful smile. talk ‘bout a magical fuckin’ friendship.

lee and dean hollis took bez’s body with them when they fled the scene.

bez woke up a few days later in the woods near the fairgrounds. he wandered ‘n wandered, almost in a sleep-like trance, ‘til he reached dean’s house. walked in, blinked right at the guy. they exchanged words, albeit bitter ones, before bez left and walked on over to the radio station. did his show like normal, like he’d never even died. no memory of the glitch. no nothin’.

heads on over to earl’s mini mart like usual. but earl won’t check him out. earl isn’t hearin’ him. so he fuckin’ leaves with a bag of doritos and a big bottle of mountain dew. runs into his boyfriend, xander chapell. all’s fine ‘n well. he’s overjoyed to see the other male. everythin’s normal.

the next mornin’, he slinks home. finds lee cryin’ in her room. pieces it together and thinks it must be dean hollis. must be ‘cause of that asshole.

c u r r e n t l y . . .

ain’t nobody got the heart to tell this poor kid he died. he’s dead. and since he doesn’t know he’s a ghost ? he thinks wakin’ up near hose weird ass woods, near the fairgrounds ? it’s all a dream. he thinks the worsened insomnia ? ah. that’s just the weather. ‘n when his hand sometimes goes through things ? when people sometimes don’t see him ? some witch is probably havin’ trouble controllin’ their abilities.

stepmomma has a hunch bez’s spirit might be hauntin’ the house. she keeps tryna sage it. tryna figure out what’s gonna help get her stepson to the beyond. ‘cept bez doesn’t know this, and lee’s playin’ damage control.

he’s still so hopelessly in love with xander, but neither of these two goons have actually shared that with one another. it’s all in the looks. the touches. and now... there’s an added bonus that bez is dead –– technically a goner, unless he never resolves whatever’s keepin’ him here. which, y’know. he won’t. ‘cause he’s got no clue.

can he please get a waffle ? now some of the waitstaff won’t serve him at the diner ! the fuckin’ nerve ! it’s really okay because he’s got duffy ‘n georgia there to help him out. but damn. no one’s ever been this cold ‘cause of his off-color humor before. what’d he do ? lord knows.

weird shit’s happenin’. people in town are actin’ strange. something’s up. but then again, somethin’ always is. so bez doesn’t mind it. keeps on hummin’ his stupid tunes. carries on with his show. the radio station producers are scared shitless ‘cause like... this dead kid keeps goin’ on the air. what kinda cruel joke is this, huh ?

c u r r e n t c o n n e c t i o n s . . .

older sister – lee holmes. the holmes kids are revered and feared. always up to somethin’... tragic, what happened to ‘em, but lordie. that dead sheriff raised some weird kids.

low key love of his life – xander chapelle. they started dating a few months ago and bez... never... expected... this. he ain’t the feelings type, no sir. but xander lights somethin’ in him. somethin’ new. yeesh. now you’ve got him all fluttery.

chaos crew – maya shen. partners in crime, in an endless pacman and pinball war. they’ll beat one another’s scores back ‘n forth and back ‘n forth, never ending. bez is fascinated by maya’s family line ‘n all. she’s great to have ‘round, too, when he’s got a hankering for a cig but needs a decent light.

row, row, row your boat the fuck away from me – dean hollis. dude was pretty cool, ‘til y’know... he fuckin’ dumped his feelin’s on lee and skipped town. yeah, football. yeah, nfl. cool beans, huh? what’d he have to go and fuck with his sister’s heart for? and now that he’s back and lee’s actin’ weird... bez knows he’s the cause of it for sure. and he doesn’t like it one bit.

grew up together – georgia duchannes. bez, lee, ‘n georgia all grew up peas in a pod. mr. duchannes took over the role as sheriff because he sniffed somethin’ fishy goin’ on in the department and wanted to protect bez ‘n lee. bez gets a real kick outta georgia, ‘n folks even thought he had a crush on her back in the day. which is hilarious. ‘cause everyone ‘n their mother always knew georgia’d end up with vanetten.

the case he’s gonna crack – teejay vanetten. bez always liked vanetten, thought he was a chill guy, y’know? a lil’ vanilla, but hey. not everyone can be as ace as him. the dude’s always been a lil’ defensive around bez though, ‘cause of georgia. bez thinks it’s funny. plays into it sometimes, just to get a rise outta him. after the glitch, it becomes clear teejay’s goin’ through something not human, so bez is tryna get lee on board to help this guy figure out his shit.

w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s .

the best supernatural friend who killed him. bonus points if things get, like. real fuckin’ angsty.

past hookups. bez has gotten around. guys, gals, non-binary pals. sex is sex.

supernatural kool krew. this squad has a runs with wolves kinda vibe. bez might be the glue that holds it together. keepin’ up with supernaturals as a human, though? fuckin’ full time job.

avid radio listeners / callers. i... would love for some routine callers? maybe some peeps he knows from around town who he has ongoin’ banter with on the air?

goofy gays. all the gay vibes, just... we need a power gay squad mmkay?

enemies. i’m sure bez is on a lot of people’s shit lists. he speaks his mind. he goes outta his way to be a nuisance. but he’d just find this whole thing abso-fuckin-lutely hilarious.

music jam peeps. music is a huge part of bez’s everyday life. he listens to bands more than he listens to people. ‘n he dabbles in some musical shit himself. piano, some songwritin’ here ‘n there. nothin’ too major, but it’d be cool to have some pals who also feel as connected to music as him. he does, after all, run a radio show.

post-glitch connections. dude roams ‘round letum falls a lot now. he did before, too, but maybe there are some people who knew of him but didn’t know him before who’re now startin’ to talk with him? ‘cause they can see he’s a ghost, ‘n they feel bad? i dunno. at this point, bez is startin’ to yammer on ‘n on to whoever’s gonna listen. maybe they just see one another in odd ass places. like earl’s mini mart. or the arcade. or maybe this person’s willin’ to speak to someone for him when they’re doin’ that stupid ass ignorin’ game again.

#othqintro #intro.#death tw #homophobia tw #let him be your boo thang !!#jk that's for xander only ; )

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romyism · 5 years ago

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– 𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚 , 𝐚𝐲 – it’s ya girl , 𝒖𝒉 , skinny penis. jkjk , it’s only me , cc , local apocalyptic Hoe and i’ve been kinda sick lately Whoops. i’m a cst-er and go by she/her pronouns and will respond to any nickname i receive. i’m bringing my bby romy into this friend group and honestly ? she’s quite a handful so i’m gonna sneak in this apology first thing because phew , she’s so much i almost put ‘ these hands / her fists ’ as her weapon but i didn’t think that was the best idea for her.

( kim yerim → twenty → cisfemale ) ROSEMARY “ROMY” NA has been spotted hiding in the cabin. when you see HER, the odds of seeing them with a HIKING STICK in their hand is very likely. apparently their friends see them as the INCENDIARY - which makes total sense seeing as they’re VENTUROUS & PERCIPIENT as well as being CLIMACTIC & PROVOKING. i just hope they can survive the apocalypse…

AESTHETIC: holding back rambunctious laughter in a silent library, never being afraid to confront someone who’s done you wrong, a wide smile with a busted lip, the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair, half-buttoned dress shirts and short skirts, taped fingers from your latest fight, never being seen without a smile, being fiercely protective of the ones you love, the bigger the hoop the bigger the:, pulling hair in the non-sexual way and always being known as a firecracker.

* QUICK STATS /

full name: 나 로미 / na romi / rosemary na nickname(s): romy preferred name: romy age / dob: twenty / may , twenty-third , ‘ninety-nine gender: cisfemale / she/her pronouns label: the incendiary ( designed to start fires / tending to stir up conflict ) faceclaim: loml , kim yerim ( yeri from rv )

* QUICK FACTS / HEADCANONS

legally blind, her glasses are thick af and she isn’t afraid to give someone a headache by making them wear her glasses.

is never seen without a smile on her face , even if she’s getting pulled out of a fist fight or is having a yelling match with someone.

a mix of class clown with drama queen so all in all: a+ annoyance. major annoyance. just isn’t afraid to make an inappropriate joke at an inappropriate time.

like stated above , is also super dramatic. just one of those girls that’ll scream at the slightest inconvenience just to laugh about it.

is very confrontational and isn’t afraid to start a fight if she feels like she or one of her friends has been wronged

has daddy issues but will joke about her dad like he’s a part of her life all the time.

has been in a lot of fights , have gotten a lot of stitches and casts and has had her ass handed to her multiple times but has no intentions of stopping.

genuinely has been getting into physical fights since like the fourth grade and definitely knows how to fight and surprisingly HASN'T gotten charged for assault or battery yet considering she's definitely the type to start AND finish a bar fight and has spent a night in local sherriff's stations.

her weapon is a hiking stick but she's ... good FDSKLASJA, hand to hand isn't the BEST idea with zombies but she's gonna try anyway. ( also, she's probably taped a knife to the end of the hiking stick and probably twirls it a lot, bobbi morse style and doesn't take it seriously smh )

a happy , dramatic , fighting small gorl. so kinda like a golden retriever honestly.

*BULLET POINT BIO

where can i even begin ? to sum up romy’s life in a nutshell , she’s a bundle of trouble who’s gotten into a lot of fights and has some big daddy issues , okay ? if you want a taste of who she is , she’s inspired a lot by the song HER by chase atlantic :)

but ! basically , born to korean immigrants , romy was given a very american name in hopes of giving her a normalized life in america. she was only ever spoken to in english , ridding her of a chance to learn her native language and spent very little time to learn about her culture. all of these decisions were made by her mom , who loved romy so much despite having her at a very young age.

from ages one to six , she was pretty happy and had a pretty average life. her dad was a hard worker , learning the ins and outs of computer engineering / software just as it was taking off and had a good enough job to support the family and she was 100 % without a doubt a daddy’s girl. she had him wrapped around her little finger and she just absolutely adored him , no matter what he did.

then , a couple months after her sixth birthday , she remembers watching him pack up a suitcase and leaving. she doesn’t know why and her mom never told her , but she remembers sitting on her bed and seeing her dad through the crack of her door packing up in silence and leaving without even saying goodbye to her , which sorta broke her little heart.

but she could tell it broke her mom’s heart too , so romy just ... continued with life without ever really dealing with it because That’s Just What You Do , you know ? she became a rambunctious little kid and by the time she was in junior high she was a regular trouble maker. she didn’t intend to make life harder for her mom , but she just had a lot to deal with and didn’t know any other way than to throw hands in the girl’s locker room.

she wasn’t horrible , seeing as she still had friends and was quite popular around school. she wasn’t a bully either , but people knew she wasn’t afraid to get knitty gritty. but , even though she’s known for fighting , she spent most of high school just sitting in the front of class cracking jokes with the teacher. if you wanted someone to distract the teacher while you finished your project , romy was your girl.

in the same vein , she was sort of ? a drama queen. would complain loudly and often about nothing , make a big deal out of nothing and wouldn’t be afraid to march up to someone and confront them if she thought she had good reason to. so actually , maybe she was a little bit of a bitch , but that’s just who she was.

barely graduated , still isn’t sure how because she spent her last semester of senior year showing up late and leaving early. but graduated anyway and since she didn’t have the grades for college , left town and started traveling instead. mostly makes money through odd jobs and things locals will pay her to do , so is now mostly a jack of all trades.

*PERSONALITY

oof , uh if you couldn’t tell from the bio , she’s a handful.

her pos traits are venturesome and percipient , meaning basically: she’s adventurous but she’s got a good grip on things. people don’t expect much from her because ... dumb jock who gets into fights , but she’s mostly got a good grip on things fjsdlfdsj. she’s just v courageous and adventurous and is usually the first to volunteer for doing the Thing nobody else wants to do.

her neg traits are climactic and provoking because: she’s dramatic and she’s confrontational. no stranger to a fight , she’s not afraid to start a fight if she feels like she or one of her friends has been done wrong. unfortunately , that means she’s ready to throw down at any given moment which can be problematic because calm down romy.

all in all , a wild spirit that has no intention of calming down. if she was on a reality tv show , she’d be the crazy one because she just ... is a firecracker of a human being.

* WANTED CONNECTIONS

all of them fdsafad

BUT ! i’d love to see some rivals / enemies / neg connections because romy is kinda the worst so people who can’t stand her , people who she’s gotten into fights ( physical or not ) , people who think she’s a bit much , all of the above fdksfs

or someone who she loves dearly ! people she considers blood and would fight for no matter the situation or if they asked!

someone she has an unrequited crush on or vice versa ! someone who has she has a mutual crush on but she has daddy issues so it never really works out fjdsa any gender for this one babY

hook ups / exes cause again ... daddy issues. any gender bbies !

ex friends ??? we love an angsty friendship connection here where they used to be friends and something happened and they WANT to be friends again but it’s Complicated.

ex enemies !!! FKDSJ where they ‘hate each other’ because of their really rocky past BUT it’s not that deep they actually love each other now.

a smooth lil will they / wont they / exes / angst-y plots because i without a doubt am a hoe for angst in the apocalypse.

if nothing here floats ur boat PLS lmk and we can brainstorm cause i already love all ur muses and want plots with ALL of them.

#walkers:intro #flashing gif tw #!! just in case #but hello i'm so excited 2 be here #i'm :eyes: job searching so if this doesn't make sense ki** me

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ritebeforeyoureyes · 7 years ago

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Struggling

I don’t really like this piece but hey, it’s a mix of angst and fluff as requested! And to those who are asking about a Haunt update, I am currently in the process of writing the next chapter x

Masterlist – Plot: Tom and Zendaya struggle in more ways than one.

Struggling (One-Shot)

Zendaya grew more and more upset as the months went on. Her and Tom had been struggling for almost a year and a half now, the memories of those first few days still taunting her nightmares.

Tom had been shooting a movie in Canada when it had happened. During their two-month absence from each other, Zendaya had had a little scare – one that had changed everything. She’d been in the shower when she’d felt a lump near her breast. Her fingers had pressed the area until a sharp pain shot through her body, a sign that was far from good. Zendaya’s first thought had been to panic and then, she thought of Tom. The tears that fell from her eyes intermingled with the water coming out of the showerhead; her heart desperately yearning for Tom to come and comfort her. She wanted him to tell her that everything was going to be okay and that she’d make it through whatever this was. But after much deliberation, Zendaya knew telling Tom wasn’t wise, especially not until she’d seen a specialist. She didn’t want to worry him unnecessarily and so, she’d booked an appointment with a doctor and gathered the courage to face her biggest fears on her own.

However, her plans had back fired when paparazzi caught her at the cancer clinic. She’d been in there for hours, doing test after test just to be one hundred per cent certain and by the time she was out, the news was plastered on every gossip column in the country.

“Baby,” As soon as Zendaya dialled Tom’s number in a panic, she heard his sob resonate over the line. The sound broke her heart, stimulating her own onset of tears. “Please, please tell me it’s not true. You’re okay, right? You have to be-“

“Tom-“

“You … Why didn’t you say anything?” Tom, who had been ushered off set by his assistant, had been shown article after article and felt his heart stop. She had looked perfect when he’d left her, healthy and now, suddenly, she looked gaunt and pale. And those pictures of Zendaya walking into an Oncology Centre screamed a thousand words, loud and clear – Tom couldn’t lose her. “Z, babe, say something, anything-“

“I’m okay.” Zendaya said with a finality that had quickly silenced a frantic Tom. “I’m okay.”

“Tell me what happened.” After a pregnant pause, Tom had spoken again, his mind a mess of images of Zendaya lying in a hospital bed, pipes penetrating her delicately soft skin. He envisioned going to premieres by himself and returning to an empty home, Zendaya’s whole life merely a ghost in his painstakingly long one. Zendaya was the woman he had always pictured settling down with and he’d made that a reality. They had a beautiful home together; Tessa and Noon by their side, careers that neither of them had dreamt of. With the loss of a better word, Tom’s life was perfect because Zendaya was in it and he knew nothing would change that, cancer included.

So, in a matter of hours, Tom had flown back home to spend time with his beloved. That night, Tom had laid in bed with Zendaya’s hair splayed out across his stomach, his fingers running through the brunette’s curly hair. They had spent the entire evening glued to each other’s side, dancing around potential possibilities of treatment if Zendaya’s tests detected something. They had to wait a couple of days before her results came in but, it didn’t matter. Tom did everything in his power to make Zendaya feel comfortable during that time. He brought her ice cream by the pound and ordered every type of pizza under the Pizza Hut menu.

“If you’re worried about your hair, I’ll shave mine too.” Tom had caught her staring at herself in the mirror moments before they were scheduled to head to the doctor’s office to discuss the impending news.

“No.” Zendaya just lifted her head so that they were looking at each other in the mirror, the tears evidently gleaming in her eyes. A small smile graced her lips and she shook her head. “You need all those curls to balance out that eyebrow fluff.” Even in the hardest of times, Zendaya could make jokes and Tom was flabbergasted by her courage. He admired her strength and he showed it by enveloping her in a hug that he needed more than she did.

“What’s going on in that pretty lil’ head of yours?”

“I’m scared.” Zendaya chocked, her sobs drowning in the conjunction between his neck and shoulder. “I haven’t lived life, you know what I mean? I want to start a family and see our children grow -“ Truth was, earlier, Zendaya had been staring at herself in the mirror because she was trying to visualise what her and Tom’s child would look like. She had always wanted children but the thought of actually having children had only really hit her when she considered her days on Earth to be numbered. If her tests results came back positive she would never know what it would feel like to have her belly swell with her child. She’d never hear her child cry or see them take their first steps. “If the results are positive-“

“Hey, listen,” Tom grabbed Zendaya’s face with his hands. Looking at her, sobbing and broken, Tom was certain that he was going to spend the rest of his life giving this girl the world. If she wanted a family, he was going to give her it, if she wanted to see the world, he would do it with her. Nothing really mattered so long as Zendaya was by his side through it all. “We just have to stay positive, okay? And if we do, I’ll do my best to make sure a different kinda test is positive.”

“Okay.” After trying to keep her spirits lifted in her unfortunate situation, Zendaya had wearily agreed - they would think about starting a family if her tests came back clear.

But, that had been a year ago and here they were, still trying for a baby.

Initially, the whole process was new and exciting. The moment the doctor told Zendaya she was healthy and that there was nothing to worry about, Tom was making love to her in the backseat of her Range Rover.

“Fuck, Tom.” In the car, there was no holding back, it shook violently with their movements, Tom indulging in Zendaya’s body like it was the last bit of water in an endless desert. He kissed every inch of her exposed body, every fibre of his being thanking the universe for making her okay.

“I love you, so god-damned much, Z.” Tom had hissed in her ear, her nails racking up and down his bare back. Their two rounds of love making in the car embodied how deeply they felt for each other and how now, more than ever, was the perfect time to think about having children. Their sex had been fun and loving, both teasing and treasurable.

These were the memories that haunted Zendaya the most, because as time went on, all the love seemed to disappear. Zendaya’s patience was growing thin and with Tom overwhelmed with yet another movie, sex soon became a chore. Zendaya would track her ovulation on a pretty uniform app and rather crudely say “put a baby in me.” There was no foreplay or build up, it was raw, purposeful sex with one function – fertilisation.

However, with Tom on set all the time and Zendaya left at home with her thoughts, the more she considered it, the more she convinced herself that having children wasn’t a wise idea. They’d been trying to conceive for months, to no avail, and now that excitement of wanting to have children had worn off. With Tom constantly working and Zendaya slowly wallowing away in an abyss of childless depression, Zendaya’s doubts regarding children grew stronger. She felt distanced from her boyfriend and that didn’t comfort her when she thought of adding a child to the mix. She felt like her and Tom hadn’t had a proper conversation in weeks and that frightened her more than any cancer scare ever could.

But they say, things always happen for a reason. Since she could remember, Zendaya thought that phrase was an excuse for one to make themselves feel better when shit hit the fan. But as she thought about it, her period late and a boxed test in her hand, she found a newfound appreciation for the rose-tinted saying. She had sat here, on the bathroom floor, plenty of times. At first, Tom had sat by her side, his eyes glistening with an excitement that always seemed to be taken away too quickly. After all this time of negative results, Zendaya didn’t even bother telling Tom that she was taking a pregnancy test. The answers were always disappointing and one disappointed person was better than two.

Following her previous cancer scare, doctors’ visits and the concept of peeing in a cup wasn’t strange to Zendaya. She went about the routine of taking a pregnancy test like she was familiar with. It always seemed to go - pee, wait, cry. And, today was like no other.

That was how Tom found her when he returned from work, curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, weeping her eyes out.

“Zendaya?” He questioned reluctantly, his heart surging into instant panic mode. “Are you okay?” Tom walked to her cautiously before wrapping his arms around her now scarily small frame.

“Yeah.” Zendaya jumped at the sound of a voice, Tom’s accent breaking her out of her pounding train of thought.

“Z?” Usually, at this point, Zendaya would be crying at would could have been. After taking a test she would cry and conjure up a fantasy of it being positive. She would fantasise about telling Tom that she was pregnant in the most extravagant of ways; a big pregnancy reveal that consisted of elaborate planning. On the contrary, now that the moment was here, truly here, Zendaya couldn’t even process everything properly. “Is that-“

She nodded. The smile that illuminated Tom’s face was enough for all worries to fly out of Zendaya’s brain. The hesitancy and the doubts about her and Tom’s relationship was gone. The moment that they had been desperately praying for was here.

“I’m-“

“Pregnant.”

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mystic-aria-blog · 7 years ago

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( zendaya / cis-female / she/her ). aria mitchell is a twenty one year old undergrad student studying literature. she is known for being free spirited and passionate, but also being polarizing and stubborn. it didn’t take long before everyone started calling them the mystic.

Hi everyone! I’m rae, and this lil spitfire is aria. I have a stats page of sorts here if you want to check it out, but below the cut are some lil tidbits about my new baby. Also feel free to like this post and I’ll invade visit your messages :)

tw: abuse, drugs, alcohol

Okay so Ari is basically the type of person that you either absolutely love, or you absolutely hate. There’s really no in between.

She grew up near the Kensington district of Philadelphia, and witnessed a whole lot of nasty shit there. Her family was pretty decently well off, considering the area, but she was witness to a lot of families that weren’t. Her parents taught her that the world was a messed up place, but they believed there was little they could do about it. She decided that was bullshit, especially after she saw a good amount of her friends have to struggle and steal for food when the soup kitchen down the street couldn’t cover things.

When she was 17, she really got to see into how bad things were, after one of her friends was abused by a priest at the church in the area. It made national news when the story broke, and it brought a lot more than anyone expected. Her friend had been abused in a multitude of ways, but it was her friend that the the catholic’s in the area that came for. She watched her friend who had already been through so much be torn down, screamed at, and even denied food by those who called themselves good people. That was the year she really found activism to be a calling of hers. She wrote an article about the corruption within the parish her friend went to, and about those so called catholics that supported the priest despite the evidence, and posted it on every media she could find, sending it to news outlets, police stations, anywhere that would listen. The priest was eventually charged, and under sentenced, and the church remained open after his departure. Her family decided to move out of the area to avoid what they thought was simply ‘drama.’ She hasn’t heard from her friend since, despite her best efforts.

After seeing how the justice system worked in her own city, Ari quickly found herself hating the current state of her world, and wanting to change it. As soon as she was old enough to drive she was going all over the north east US to rallies, protests, anything that shared her ideals. Her parents didn’t know the full extent of her ways, and therefor didn’t try to stop her. She’d write speeches and poems and pieces on the injustices she’d witness, perform them on occasion, to get the word out. Since she’s turned 18 she’s experienced tear gas and rubber bullets, and watched as nothing changed.

She got into Beaumont with her grades and some financial help from her family. They seem to hope that she’ll calm down at a college like this, instead of what’s actually happening: she’s learning exactly how these rich kids work so she can teach them the errors of their ways.

She’s got some bad habits of her own, stemming from all the things she’s witnessed. She cares little for authority, seeing as they did so little for her and her best friend in the past. She originally started smoking weed as a big middle finger to her family who sat by and did nothing, and her habits grew to cigarettes from there. She’s been drinking just as long, sneaking out and throwing parties to stick it to those who looked away. She’s daring at best and reckless in realistic terms. She has all sorts of scars from what she’s been witness to, and doesn’t allow them to heal before diving back in.

She sees little in religion, after her experience with catholics growing up, but found some sense of spirituality in the form of tarot cards and mythology. She sees history and religion as a guide of what not to do, as a show of how mindless following can do more harm than good. Instead, she looks towards cards and stars and old myths as guides because they’re vague enough that she can interpret things as she pleases.

She did find a love of literature though, particularly of those who wrote out against their situations, or changed the status quo. Sappho was always a favorite of hers, as a female poet who wrote a number of pieces that would be considered taboo even now.

She’s majoring in Literature, and is the VP of Omega Beta Tau, because while she probably shouldn’t be leading a bunch of activists, she sure likes the idea of guiding them. She’s incredibly loyal to those she trusts, and is more than willing to underhand authority even for those she doesn’t particularly care for. Love her or hate her, she gets shit done one way or the other, so she’s a good person to have in your corner, and a better one to not make an enemy of.

tl;dr: aria mitchell is basically the human embodiment of “fuck the system” and is willing to do damn near anything to screw with authority. She’s kinda black and white in her thinking, and it can get her into trouble when things fall into the gray. she’s someone who you want less as an enemy than you do as a friend.

#bu:intro #wow this was long okay #whoops #feel free to like this and i can shorten it in your messages lol

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goron-king-darunia · 4 years ago

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Tagged (by vague gesture of “if you wanna do it, TAG!”) by @biophilie like, 2 years ago, so I’m finally doing it. Rules: Choose any three fandoms and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better.

My Three Fandoms: Legend of Zelda, Tales of Symphonia DotNW, and One Piece since those 3 have taken up big chunks of my attention over the years. Would do Darkwood since it’s a current interest but since there are so few characters, it would make the meme here harder so... Darkwood will have to wait.

The first character you loved: LoZ: I was a slut for Link as a kid, TBF I liked most protagonists, but I liked Link a LOT. DotNW: I actually liked Ratatosk a lot at first because he was cool and mysterious and tough! My first impulse was really liking Richter’s design but the first character I loved/really liked based on gameplay and actual characterization was Ratatosk. One Piece: I really liked Red Haired Shanks and was sad when he didn’t really show up again for a LONG time.

The character you never expected to love so much: Loz: There’s a few so I’m gonna cheat a bit. In OoT and MM, Ruto and Skull Kid were just kind of characters that existed but I didn’t like much. Didn’t actively dislike them but didn’t really bother taking an interest in them. But I like them a lot more now, especially with how they’re characterized in “non-canon” material like the Manga and Hyrule Warriors. The only other character I can recall from the game series that I was surprised that I liked was Peatrice from Skyward Sword. At first it was just like “Oh, yeah, she’s just the girl who stores your items, whatever. She’s neat I guess.” But then she started changing. She got more cheerful when Link came around more and showed an interest in him and when she asked if he liked her I just couldn’t say no! And then she just became so obnoxiously bubbly and happy about it and I LOVED THAT SO MUCH. Unironically I ship Peatrice and SS Link because, like, Link and Zelda are great friends but they don’t interact much since Link has to try to save her and Zelda has goddess things to worry about. Peatrice is just always there and unlike Zelda who already has a good rapport with Link at the start of the game, you get to SEE Peatrice warming up to him and I am SO soft for that! SO SOFT! Actually, one more also from SS. Groose. He’s an obnoxious, selfish, gloating bastard man, but by the end of the game with all the changes he went through, he totally grew on me as a cool dude. Especially with how he and Impa got along. DotNW: Slight cheat here too since the character didn’t debut in the game but... Colette. I honestly didn’t like her that much in Symphonia. I just kind of viewed her as an object that motivated Lloyd for a while and the impetus for everything happening in the game and it wasn’t until the end of Symphonia that I really started thinking of her as more than just a ditz that Lloyd happens to like. I’m not really sure when it happened but I started really appreciating her after DotNW, and not really because of anything she did. I guess I just eventually noticed a lot of her finer points and all the ways she contributed and how her kindness is actually super refreshing and hopeful and how soft that is considering what she’d gone through. See also my next point on Nami because hooo boy I was kind of a shitlord kid and needed to get through some things... One Piece: Nami. I HAAAATED her when I was young. Partially because of internalized sexism (probably shit I learned from sexist media, my dad, and just the lack of trust I had for any girl that wasn’t my friend because of massive bullying as a kid, but I digress.) and partially because one of the biggest parts of Nami’s arc early on was her utter betrayal of the crew. Like, we find out WHY later, and obviously I TOTALLY get where she was coming from now and all but as a kid that was just UNCALLED FOR. I also HEAVILY viewed her as the “no fun allowed” type that was actively impeding my new fave, Luffy, from having all the fun he could want because that shit costs money and the money is HERS. As a broke Millenial, I now 10000000% get where Nami is coming from and her financial responsibility is honestly hella impressive because she absolutely DOES NOT withhold the treasure from the rest of the crew, she fucking BUDGETS it. In general, I tended to dislike a lot of leading females for being catty or killjoys or a lot of other things when honestly, they were just being completely normal humans. Glad I grew out of that shit because while Nami still isn’t my fave, she’s fucking amazing.

The character you relate to the most: Loz: It’s changed over the years. I relate to Ruto a lot more now because yo, I would also just fuck off into the gut of my people’s patron Deity if my dad was being a pain and trying to marry me off (okay, so this is Manga exclusive, sue me) and 10/10 would give a precious family heirloom to a cute boy that rescued me. But more than that, IDK, she’s just... a lil’ spoiled but in a cute way, a lil’ tomboyish, but overall, for a Princess, she’s just kind of doing her thing, she’s responsible when it matters. But for OoT, y’all KNOW Darunia is my patronus because DAYUM. Chunky but strong (I’m a wuss but shut up), Grumpy butt but cares about his people, actually totes a fun dude when he’s not stressed about a food crisis, says “fuck you” directly to a fucking evil asshole despite the consequences, treats a fucking 11 year old kid like a full human being (I do not agree with leveraging a kid to fucking fight a dragon but... Link could handle it so...) names his own kid after Link because why the fuck not, befriends anyone that does him a favor and treats them like family. Dude’s just got chill old man vibes and I dig that shit. 10/10 relate to just being a fat dude that is grumpy but also wants to befriend everyone. HOWEVER, I think my top tier relatable character is Midna from Twilight Princess because that bitch is just me. Cursed to be a hot bitch trapped in a cute chunky body (I am working on myself. XD) 10/10 spoiled and bitchy as fuck, cheeky lil’ asshole who’s actually very sweet, think’s Link is dumb but also cute, cares about her world but ALSO cares about Link’s world, a lil’ selfish but also HELLA selfless because she cared more about Link and Zelda than her own life and cared more about her people than her own safety because she just fucking WENT TO FIX THAT SHIT when Zant started causing trouble, even though she didn’t have to. She’s everything I am or aspire to be. 10/10 one of the best Zelda characters. DotNW: Hard to say. I identify a lot with aspects of Richter, Aster, and Emil. I don’t have a lot of self confidence and am a bit of a shy bean, lil’ grumpy, but also a complete goober and an idealist, 10/10 would walk into hell for someone I love without thinking twice and would make deals with demons to try to save someone I care about because I am a dumbass. I love the DotNW boys because the DotNW boys are me. One Piece: Chopper. I just really fucking vibe with the whole “nobody likes me EXCEPT HOLY SHIT SOME PEOPLE SOMEHOW LIKE ME, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE THAT?” thing he has going on, as well as the whole glutton for praise but telling people to shut up when they praise me thing he has. I for real wanted to be a doctor when I was younger BECAUSE of Chopper. I’m just a weird little bean that doesn’t fit in anywhere very well while also being a slut for praise and wanting to take care of others and help them because other people have cared for me. Low key also vibe with Usopp because dude absolutely gels with kids, is a huge fucking wuss but deals with it anyway, will literally fight someone over petty shit and then come back and fight side by side with his bud’s again.

The character you’d slap: LoZ: Mmmmm. Hard to say. Like, obvs the villains but IDK who else I’d really want to slap? Does it count if I want to slap Anjuu/the Cucco Lady but, like... gentle and on the butt and in a sexy way? IDK, man. I’d feel bad but maybe Slap Mido? He looks like a kid so I’d feel REALLY bad for it, but aren’t Kokiri literally just kids forever? Asshole could be 100 years old, man... Either way he’s kinda a brat. 10/10 would slap early-game Groose from Skyward Sword also, but I’d feel bad about it because he ends up being a decen guy later. Also would slap Ghirahim for being both sexy and evil. DotNW: Alice for deciding that “never being weak again” means treating everyone else like garbage, even though I 1000% get where she’s coming from. Richter for being a fucking dumbass and not asking for help and deciding that demons were a good option and manipulating a child older dude with a magic core was a great idea even though I would do the exact same thing in his shoes. Ratatosk for being a murderous prick and starting the whole thing even though I absolutely understand where he’s coming from and I would also probably accidentally smite someone if I was a fucking spirit and in a shit mood because the only thing I really cared about was fucking ripped away from me. Honestly, mostly just me slapping people that remind me of me for doing exactly what I would do. Sensible me slapping actual me because actual me is a fucking dumbass emotional bitch with violent tendencies. One Piece: The fucking villains, obviously, Dr. Hililuck/Hiriluck for being a fucking bastard in the manga, holy shit was he an asshole! And also FUCKING SANJI. Jesus fuck, I am not over the pervy shit he does, what a creep.

Three favourite characters (in order of preference): LoZ: This is gonna be REAL hard because I love a lot of characters so... Midna, Link, and Darunia? It’s hard man. I love a lot of characters SO MUCH and it’s really hard to pick faves! DotNW: Richter, Emil, Aster. Emil and Aster share the same level of favoritism, but Richter is my number one. One Piece: Chopper, Zoro, Luffy. I used to like Luffy way more than I do now, but he’s still a fucking dork and I still like him tons.

A character you liked at first but don’t anymore: LoZ: I can’t really think of any, but I guess the character I waffle on a bit is Malon. Sometimes she’s like “Heck yeah! FAVE!” and sometimes I’m like “Eh, she exists...” IDK, I really like most of the characters. DotNW: I used to like Zelos a lot, but not anymore. Yeah this is kinda cheating since he ALSO didn’t debut in DotNW, but he’s in it so... TBF I like him in DotNW BETTER than in the first Symphonia, but not as much as I used to like him overall. One Piece: Fucking Sanji. I used to like him before the creepy factor set in. What really hit home for me was the Thriller Bark arc where he outright says he wanted the power of invisibility to creep on girls. Fucking nasty. The womanizing thing was just a quirk before that. I don’t think I’m ever gonna be over it. So gross and creepy now knowing he actively thought about creeping on girls using a special power. I know guys say this is a common thing and just how dudes are but no. That’s fucking sick. It’s one thing to say “yeah, I want to oggle women because tiddies are sexy” or whatever. It’s another thing to say “I WANT TO SPY ON WOMEN WITHOUT THEM KNOWING SO I CAN SEE TIDDY.” and it’s a third thing to say that IN A WORLD WHERE IT IS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE TO BE INVISIBLE that you WOULD USE THAT POWER TO STARE AT WOMEN WITHOUT THEM KNOWING.

Three otps: LoZ: Link and basically everyone, but let’s narrow that. Link and Zelda is a classic, Link and Ruto is a guilty pleasure, Link and Peatrice is the underdog ship that I dig a lot. DotNW: Every combo of Richter, Emil, and Aster, enough said. One Piece: Luffy and food because he’s Ace, just let him fucking eat. Zoro and whoever he ends up liking. Tashigi maybe. Chopper and Milky.

Tagging: Anyone that wants to do it~

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spiritxiii · 7 years ago

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Get to Know Me 2017

For anyone that cares (plus I’ve got the free time). Was tagged by @pandykae , so Here We Go!~

Most Recent:

1) Drink: Water

2) Phone Call: Brother

3) Text Message: “Rad~”

4) Song: LIFE WILL CHANGE Cover by RichaadEB

5) Time I Cried?: When two of my dogs died a week apart from each other...

Have You:

6) Dated Someone Twice: Every girlfriend I’ve had, as we get together, broke up, but got back together, but break up again.

7) Kissed Someone and Regretted It: Not really.

8) Been Cheated On: Luckily no (as far as I was aware).

9) Lost Someone Special: yeah... no comment. Not family thankfully, but still. And not by death, they moved away.

10) Been Depressed: That’s the thing, I’m always depressed - just most days they’re courteous to not to stomp me into the ground (personifying my depression helps a lot).

11) Gotten Drunk: Only had sips of alcohol. WANTED to throw up, but didn’t. All the ones I’ve had have not been that great (just turned 21 this year by the by).

12-14) Three Favorite Colors: Amethyst Purple, Scarlet Red, and Gray.

In The Last Year:

15) Made New Friends: Yes, two new college pals~ GEEKS UNITE!~

16) Fallen Out of Love: Had nobody to love the last year.

17) Laughed Until You Cried: TWICE

18) Found Out Someone was Talking About You: Well gee this post sure does sound like that! But in person, nope.

19) Met Someone Who Changed You: To an extent, my college pal Emery. He’s got different set of political and social view, so its good to converse with someone with such a different point of view and find common ground.

20) Found Out Who Your Friends Are: No sinking friendships, so nope~

21) Kissed Someone on Your Facebook List: I mean they’re either Family, In Relationships, or Far Away, so no.

General:

22) How Many of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life: All. NEXT!

23) Do You Have Pets: 3 doge. All gurls. Much cute~ Oldest to Youngest: Pilani, Princess, and Harley.

24) Do You Want to Change Your Name: Well, I don’t know another Calvin in person, so not at all! I is unique!~

25) What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: Tried Alcohol with my family. blugh.

26) What Time Did You Wake Up: Twice today, 4:30am and 2pm. Naps are nice in Summer~

27) What were you doing at Midnight Last Night: Watching YouTube Videos and playing Shadowverse on Steam.

28) Name Something You Can’t Wait For: SPLATOON 2/SPLA2N!~

29) When Was the Last Time You Saw Your Mom: *Looks to the left* Just now.

30) What is One Thing You Wish You Could Change In Your Life: SAVING. MONEY.

31) What Are You Listening To Right Now: *Headache med & Lowes commercials in the background, this sentence being typed out at this very moment*

32) Have You Ever Talked to Someone Named Tom: No? Weird.

33) Something That is Getting On Your Nerves: Modern U.S. Political Circumstances. Otherwise nothing really irritates me to the point of rage. Irritation sure, but not violence.

34) Most Visited Website: Not counting the Google - YouTube, Twitch, Twitter, Tumblr, and CRUNCHYROLL!~

Info About Me:

35) Mole(s): I have black dots on my arms, but otherwise no large bumps.

36) Mark(s): Not a mark, but I have a lump & scar from that one time I split my head open on the corner of a coffee table when I was 5 - Behind and slightly above my right ear. I thought it was a pimple for the longest time (DO NOT ATTEMPT TO REMOVE THE IMMOVABLE).

37) Childhood Dream: I always wanted to be a teacher. Getting there~

38) Hair Color: Really Dark “Mistakable for Black” Brown.

39) Long or Short Hair: Getting Mid Range, but short. Prefer my bangs be just long enough to cover my THICK, LUSCIOUS BROWS!

40) Do You Have a Crush On Someone: Who Doesn’t? At this time, not really.

41) What do You Like About Yourself: My ability to be fit and yet still somehow have a pillow belly drum. Also my unstoppable FACIAL HAIR!~

42) Piercings: Nadda.

43) Blood Type: Honestly, no idea.

44) Nickname: Cal? Spirit (not often), Dante (FFXIV character name).

45) Relationship Status: S i n g l e a n d P r o u d ! ~

46) Zodiac: GEMINI!~ (And I do Have a Twin Brother)

47) Pronouns: Him/He/His/San

48) Favorite Show: MY HERO ACADEMIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLUS ULTRA!!!~

49) Tattoos: No Plans, not against but that’s money to be spent elsewhere.

50) Right or Left Handed: Left, but well coordinated.

51) Surgery: When I was 8 or so [REDACTED].

52) Hair Dyed: Nah.

53) Sport: Racquetball and Archery. Used to play Soccer many moons ago.

54) Vacation: NEXT WEEK TO HAWAII!~

55) Pair of Trainers: Do Sun and Moon count?

56) Eating: HaRdLy! Only had a bowl of rice today.

57) Drinking: Ice cold water~

58) [REDACTED]

59) I’m About To: BREAK! Nah, watch more videos.

60) Waiting For: SPLATOON SPLATOON SPLATOON!~ Hawaii too!~

61) Want: See the above. Also Kobayashi Season 2 pls~

62) Get Married: Gotta find someone first, geez!

63) Career: Hopefully teaching. Otherwise writing in some fashion, OTHERWISE hire me please.

Which is Better:

64) Hugs or Kisses: Hugs are easier, so kisses when they do happen~

65) Lips or Eyes: Eyes draw me in more.

66) Shorter or Taller: I’m game for either, honestly a taller gal would be fantastic~

67) Older or Younger: Its a number, but I prefer slightly older gals.

68) Nice Arms or Nice Stomach?: As long as I could rest my head on them I’m good.

69) Sensitive or Loud?: Why not Both? I know I am!

70) Hook Up or Relationship: Much prefer a relationship.

71) Troublemaker or Hesitant: Hesitance implies thinking, so that. A lil trouble making ain’t bad so long as its in good fun~

Have I Ever:

72) Kissed a Stranger: Why?

73) Drank Hard Liquor: Took sips, not my thing.

74) Lost Glasses/Contact Lenses: Does breaking them count? Otherwise their either on my face or on a counter I was at moments ago.

75) Turned Someone Down: Never had the opportunity if that’s what I think it means. In common day practice all the time, time is precious.

76) Sex on the First Date: If they offer, sure. Doubt it though.

77) Broken Someone’s Heart: At least 3.

78) Been Heart Broken: Once by relationship, twice when dogs died, and again when a grandmother figure of mine passed recently...

79) Been Arrested: Gotta Catch Me First. But nah, I’M A GOOD BOI!

80) Cried When Someone Died: Almost did, but I had to be strong for the rest of my family.

81) Fallen for a Friend: I mean all relationships should start as friends, so of course.

Do You Believe In:

82) Yourself: 9 Times Outta 10!~

83) Miracles: All the time.

84) Love at First Sight: Felt it once. Best relationship I had.

85) Santa Claus: Trade Secrets aren’t to be talked about in public forums!

86) Kiss On the First Date: In two relationships I had that turned out rocky.

Other:

87) Current Best Friend Name: Kaleb. Been Friends since before we were born. Kinda hard to not be friends with someone who you’ve bunked with since conception.

88) Eye Color: Dark “Almost Black” Brown.

89) Favorite Movie: shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... If I had one movie to watch till the end of my days... Lilo & Stitch.

90) Hobby: Card Games. Occasional Bow shooting. List making.

91) Favorite Book: If comic strips count, Calvin & Hobbes. Novels, A Series of Unfortunate Events. A singular, standalone book: The Odyssey & The Iliad.

92) Did You Have Fun with this List?: Yeah, though I’ve done similar before.

Anyone out there reading this, feel free to do so as well.

Um... tagging.

@belakitu @spazzythewolfie , and everyone else got tagged by Pandy (TRAITOR!~ nah, es good - Thanks for tagging me!~)

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trolloled · 8 years ago

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Nobody asked for it but I’m giving it to you anyway:

The inspiration-behind-the-trolls master post:

Damath: I saw a lot of haughty seadwellers super proud of their status and thought ‘what if there was a seadweller who lost at being a seadweller’ and damath was hatched. I basically wanted an asshole desperately clinging to his old status, and he hasn’t changed too drastically since then.

Haydel: I listened to Barrett’s Privateers and became inspired to write my own ‘pirate’ troll. She was fairly flat when I first wrote her. She didn’t even have a proper profile until recently despite being first designed several years ago. Originally she was just a drunkard pirate with bad aim, but now she’s a drunkard dancing pirate with middlin’ aim and a strong desire to kidnap trolls to be her lackeys so she can prove herself the toughest of all seadwellers.

Vollia: I dunno, I think someone literally just suggested ‘what if there was a troll based off one of those repo-men shows’ on MSPAF at one point and Vollia was hatched. She’s changed drastically since then. Original incarnation was still a drinker, but only to deal with the stupidity she dealt with on a regular basis. She was also fairly bloodthirsty and absolutely loathed subjugglators for ‘ruining’ the good name of indigos

Deviex: I was fresh off playing Bioshock and I wanted a lunatic doctor of my own. He was never a direct Bioshock rip-off, but I slipped in a few steinman jokes here and there and unfortunately that got him l labelled as such. He originally had a yellowblooded moirail that kept his homicidal medical intentions in check, but since her RPer turned into a huge prat stopped roleplaying, that is long gone and Deviex has since had no one to stop him from flying into a rage when told someone won’t submit for medical testing.

Remiva: ‘what if there was a highblood who made it his job to deal with these nice highbloods?’ I think I originally just designed him as an example profile for a fantroll help blog I used to run (boy that was a dumpster fire). Since I liked the concept of someone being a deliberate asshole to lowbloods for the sake of status while stabbing other people in the back to prove some philosophical point, I fleshed out his profile completely.

Charsa: Originally designed for a dieselpunk SGRUB rp that never took off, she used to be a very energetic and excitable inventor who routinely broke everything she made out of excitement. In the translation between that and here, she lost her excitable nature and become more tired than anything, partially as a result of how her AB turned out. Which is all well and good, I prefer the lazy/tired inventor archetype to the excited one. Plus she kept all the eccentric nature of what she builds with a mildly amused, nearly asleep-college-student attitude.

Kormut: He was my first fantroll. I just wanted a highblood that couldn’t be considered overpowered since I was super worried about accidentally being some sort of newbie rper who busted in with overpowered trolls that everyone auto-loved. So I gave him inexplicable bad luck. Some people guessed that his bad luck was entirely in his head, but it really wasn’t. He’s stayed pretty much the same since his inception, though his lusus turned from a Dune-esque sandworm into a slightly mutated lusus cougar instead.

Sapant: Hatched from the idea of ‘take an obscure character from a popular work and make them into a fantroll.’ He’s Owl Eyes from The Great Gatsby, albeit with his niceness significantly toned down to fit in with troll attitudes. He’s too new to have changed at all!

Newsen: One of the first new trolls I made following my impromptu hiatus. I saw a pair of torn jeans and a wicked hairstyle on a sprite sheet while listening to Dirty Laundry, so I figured a reporter intentionally sabotaging everyone else’s success for his own gain would be pretty amusing, especially if he was pretty disgusting himself.

Yegeri: He’s somewhat inspired by the Pinkerton Detective Agency (His name is formed from two different prominent Pinkerton detectives). You know, before they became some weird private security group. When they busted rum runners and such. He doesn’t get much any use because I’m not a big fan of the sprite I made for him, but I still like his personality.

Hovend: I wanted Yegeri to have a distaff counterpart that was absolutely not suited for police work whatsoever. What would happen if the worst person possible was thrust into a position where he had to do what he hated most? The answer is apparently regress into anime and origami folding.

Xrumon: Not gonna lie, I made him because I was annoyed with a certain someone’s representation of a troll brought back from near-death in robot form. Not to worry dear weird person reading this, it’s nobody that follows me. Their representation had the troll...blandly accept being saved, and they weren’t at all concerned with the ramifications of their new body. So I said ‘I can do it better’ and wrote up the mean spirited son of a bitch we all don’t know and certainly don’t love today. Turns out being trapped in a robot shell sucks.

Portec: There’s an episode of American Dad where Stan really, really, really wanted to get a helicopter or some shit. I saw that and decided I wanted a helicopter troll because it’d be funny (That’s a common theme). So Portec became reality, formed with a strong desire for coffee and a reckless attitude, he...really hasn’t changed all that much.

Deveii: He was originally a self-insert! Oh no! He had my worst personality traits of course, namely being my absolutely awful temper at the time along with cowardice. Thankfully he quickly grew way the hell away from being a self-insert through the power of Zagaya (his first moirail) taking him under his wing. He always retained his bad temper, however, and accidentally gained an affinity for dating highbloods.

Evelsi: I think rai dared me to make a troll that only spoke in like 50′s slang or some shit like that. For a while, that was basically his quirk! I had a whole page written up of various slang terms to use, while Evelsi was basically ‘hey remember the American 50′s? Weren’t those times wild?’ the troll. From that I gradually added onto him so that he became more of a rock n’ roll troll with a penchant for helping others gain friends/quadrants, and pretty much entirely dropped the 50′s schtick.

Remune: “I want a bartender that nearly kills people with what he makes.” That’s pretty much it. His sprite is one I’m really proud of, even if I used a base. His hair was a total bitch but I love how it turned out. He hasn’t changed much, though he originally had telekinesis as a power. I changed that to seismic sense so that I could play it into his alcoholism (Booze deadens the constant noise other trolls generate for him).

Gaveyo: I kinda just wanted an explorer type troll? I listened to the Legionnaire’s Lament by the decemberists and wanted a troll that evoked that song. A lot of my trolls are inspired by music. At first he was just gonna be a lil grumpy and v. tired and v. world weary, but he somehow turned into fat dickhead who ruins people’s nights for laughs. At least he kept his trait of collecting trinkets and mementos. Fun fact, his last name is a rearrangement of the word cloyed, which iirc means something that is really sweet or overly sappy. I have actual reasons for keeping it that way.

Chamlo: I wrote him for a special RP where mutants/undesirable would get to duke it out on an island. The last one standing would be allowed to rejoin the troll empire at large, having been granted the gift of life! And every other troll in the empire got to watch a sick, extreme version of survivor! Unfortunately the RP didn’t get enough applicants and then the MSPAF got nuked so oh well.

Adabon: I listened to Delta (C2C) and suddenly got inspired to make a troll who was a fan of bombs. But since that felt a little cliche, I wondered what else could one do w/ bombs. And then I remembered seeing a cartoon where some fool used an explosives challenge to paint a shitload of stuff at once and figured that’d be pretty fun! It worked out pretty well overall, I’d say.

Yarrex: Second fantroll ever. Most of his characterization came from when I first used him on MSPAF. I can’t remember if the cafe interactions or his profile came first. Either way he soon turned into a troll obsessed with balance. Then I did the stupidest thing ever and wrote myself into an Edgy Fanfic Corner(tm) by burning his hive down and killing his lusus because itsbadwriting.gif. Fortunately, people still liked him for whatever reason. I’ve retconned all of that so his lusus is quite alive and his hive is still standing, but I still have him reference his hive at least getting singed sometimes as a nod.

Argumi: “Boy, reading everyone’s thoughts would actually be a pretty horrible power. I know! I’ll make it so that you can’t turn it off! And you’re an empath!” And so began Argumi’s suffering. Most of my trolls are ‘inspired’ by sudden thoughts, really. First he was just an empath, then he turned into a mind reader, and now he’s an empath AND a mind reader. His life just gets worse every rewrite. But at least he’s more functional now than he used to be.

Famynn: Was written originally to be the Totally Awesome Doctor(tm) in a pirate RP. He would have performed surgery listening to stirring operas and complained about everyone else being little kids. Basically an incredibly old fashioned, anachronistic, asshole. But then the owner of said rp who shall remain nameless repeatedly made me lower his caste so their friends could get in instead. So he became brown and hopelessly incompetent as a doctor. Then the RP ended because oops the earlier mentioned prat was in it and the owner was no better. Later I used him in a better RP called Hunters (of the lost planet) where he was still the ship’s doctor. That’s where he got his jealous nature towards highbloods from! He’s been pretty much the same since, although his Alternian form has no doctor incliniations.

Marnin: I listened to Convoy or something one too many times and wanted a badass trucker troll. He was Not Great(tm). Really flat for my tastes and I’m a little embarrassed at how one-note he was. I was recently convinced to revive him by someone who actually liked him. I used it as a chance to completely revamp his personality (i.e. actually give him one) and change what he did completely. He’s not the same troll he used to be.

Abnage: I just wanted a con artist, really. His sprites belonged to a failed troll concept I tried out for a while, involving a hobo that flagrantly violated society’s norms to make some dumbass moral point. Unfortunately, that would mean being nice on purpose, and since everyone else’s trolls were nice at the time, the point was lost in translation.

Gerrel: Third fantroll ever! I wanted the ‘ideal’ lowblood, in a similar vein to how Kormut was a purposefully underpowered blueblood. I didn’t want people calling me mean names if I made an upstart lowblood, so I went in the opposite direction. Just about the only personality trait he retains from his original incarnation is his workaholic-please-everyone attitude. He used to be somewhat suave (at least, what, 15 year old me thought so?) and utterly confident in himself. He bored me to tears, honestly, since I wasn’t a very good writer and couldn’t work with him very well. He’s gone through the most rewrites out of all my troll’s until we got to his ULTIMATE FORM (the one he’s in now). Unfortunately this came at the cost of (oopsie) alienating the fire nation his matesprit, since I never RP’d him much and also randomly went on hiatus.

Platar: I wanted a gas mask troll who burned things. I think the original ORIGINAL idea I had was just ‘world war 1 troll.’ He always carried deadly clouds of poison around with him in sealed containers to show off to other trolls. He was also hideously scarred under his mask thanks to accidentally exposing himself to a large batch of mustard gas, a secret no one ever actually found out. He’s changed entirely up to this point, since he’s now an extremely loyal member of the empire hellbent on proving the worth of his supposed ancestor and burning out all traces of heresy and criminality from the glorious Empire.

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