#what can mean a lot to one person could be not enough to another

[familiarfacadesz]

Answering these now, with another alter. I am [A] and my alter is [N].

What is your fictotype?

[A]: Dazai Osamu from Bungo Stray Dogs.

[N]: Nikolai, also from BSD! >w<

2. Do you miss home?

[A]: Not particularly. I think I miss some people, but honestly I much prefer here.

[N]: I miss it a lot. I miss my friends and I miss Fedya and ughhhhhhh. Life is so cruel... nobody here understands me now... I want to go home. :(

3. Do you have any sourcemates?

[A]: I will assume this means if we know anyone who has the same source as us personally. No for both of us. We are very new to the community.

4. How similar are you to canon on a scale of 1-10?

[A]: Complicated. 9, I think. Still figuring it out.

[N]: 4! Which is good cuz Fedya in canon is like, really mean! My Fedya is nothing like that !

5. Different sex / gender?

[N]: Skip! For both of us UwU

6. What aspect of life does your identity affect the most?

[A]: Not much? I would say just being myself is more of a good thing than a bad thing, for our system. Though I do tend to get annoyed when people in our system fixate on Dazai Osamu, which I am sure does cause many problems.

[N]: Everything! My mental health is suffering because of this. I don't front much. I still haven't processed things...

7. Is our experience of being fictionkin unpleasant or enjoyable for you?

[N]: Unpleasant. Though I don't wish away my identity... it's just painful.

[A]: Neither? It's a neutral thing.

8. What reminds you of your fictotype?

[A]: Soft clothes, like a knit sweater, candles, wood and knives.

[N]: Dunno... oh, playing cards! >w<

9. What level is your identity?

[A]: Complicated, mix of spiritual and psychological.

[N]: Uh! Spiritual! Also for A I think it's mostly spiritual hes just wayyyyy too logical 99% of the time lol...

10. Do we experience shifts?

[A]: No.

[N]: No for both of us! We are perma-shifted, but the intensity does fluctuate! :3

11. How do you feel about fanart / fanfic.

[A]: I dislike it. A lot of the fandom stuff makes me annoyed because it's innacurate to both canon and my experience. If it is accurate I do not mind it, and sometimes do enjoy it.

[N]: Ehhhhh no opinion? Though I do get upset when things are portrayed inaccurately...

12. Do you look excactly like source or different? If different, how?

[A]: I do not wear a trenchcoat, funnily enough. I preferred softer clothing in the agency, and in the mafia I dressed very formally (yes I wore Mori's coat). I also keep my bandages hidden (turtlenecks & scarves ftw) and I wore a few rings and a single earring in my left ear.

[N]: Uhhh not much different? I think I wore shiny black shoes (like tap shoes?) and not pointed shoes like canon me does, but like, thats it.

13. What do you think about ships with you?

[A]: Soukoku as a ship can fuck right off. Kunizai is meh, Fyozai can also fuck right off. I think if I was attracted to anyone it may have been Yosano? So that ship is fine? I dislike the concept of someone shipping me generally though.

[N]: Anyone shipping me with anyone who is not my beloved Fedya is annoying to me! :D

14. Loved ones in source?

[N]: Fedya! <3 <3 Also Sigma was cute too but Fedya my one and only <33333

[A]: Eh. Chuuya was ... someone I could rely on? Loved ones... not really. I had a few flings with Yosano, and anyone I cared even slightly about is likely fine, so I have no issues with it. Losing Oda hurt, so I made sure to not repeat that mistake.

Alex's fictionkin ask game!

(mostly for fictional characters)

🌲 - what is your fictotype?

🪲 - do you miss your home? Or maybe you're happy that you're here?

🐸 - do you have any sourcemates? If yes, who/what are they?

🌳 - in scale 1-10, how are you similar to your canon?

🌿 - does your fictotype have a different sex/gender identity than your body/you?

☘️ - what aspect of life does your identity affect the most?

🪴 - is your fictionkin experience unpleasant or enjoyable for you?

🍃 - what reminds you of your fictotype? (E.g.: a figurine, a doll, a tv series)

🌄 - on what level is your identity? (E.g. spiritual, psychological, psychical)

🐢 - do you experience shifts? Of yes, how do they look like?

🥝 - what is your source?

🐛 - how do you feel about fanarts of you and fanfictions?

🌵 - do you look exactly like in your source or do you look different? If you do, then what is different?

🥀 - what do you think about ships with you?

🦕 - do you have/had a loved one in your source?

♪♪♪

So, yeah, that's all! :D

Reblog this, so the others can ask you questions or answer them all right now, if you want to :>

[allertonhoe]

duking it out - rafe cameron (18+)

summary: when you almost get robbed after a night out, your best friend insists you learn some self-defence from her older brother, who happens to own a gym. you also can't stand each other, but what happens when the two of you are left to your own devices.

content warnings: original afab!reader, obx!universe, enemies to lovers, best friends brother, boxer!rafe, use of petnames (princess, baby), 18+ MDNI - smut, dom!rafe, dirty talk, fingering, spanking, unprotected p in v, minor use of restraint, mirror sex, reader hurts herself/blood tw, mentions of getting robbed/jumped (not by rafe lol), mentions of guns/pepper spray, angsty af

length: 4.2k words

"Will you at least promise me you'll consider it?"

"Sarah, no. I'm not-"

"You almost got mugged. It would give me some peace of mind." she disputes once again, looking at you wearily.

She wasn't exactly wrong. It was a few weeks back while you were walking through Figure 8 on your way home from another wild kegger on the beach. And in the early hours of the morning, the sun having barely risen, some masked Pogue took the opportunity to ambush you.

Luckily, you carried pepper spray on you for this specific reason, blasting it in the culprit's face and sprinting back to your place as fast as you could. But according to your best friend, you should be a bit more prepared if you ever ended up in worse circumstances, god forbid.

"Rafe!" she calls through the house, marching towards the kitchen without even checking to see if you were following. "Can you help me out with this?"

"What are you talking about?" he quizzes, scrunching his face in confusion.

"She doesn't think she needs to learn any self-defense." Sarah clarifies, earning a judgmental scoff from the older boy.

"That's fucking stupid." he corroborates, causing you to glare at him.

"Don't call me stupid." you pout, wishing your well-meaning best friend hadn't dragged her overbearing brother into another one of your predicaments.

Saying you and Rafe didn't get along was an understatement. You couldn't stand him. He was arrogant, and rude, and just completely unbearable. You didn't know how someone as kind and bubbly as Sarah was related to such a nightmare. And along with his dreadful personality, he had a bit of a bad reputation around the island.

Rumours swirled about how he'd been involved in shady business deals or that he was entangled with one of the island's most infamous and menacing gangs. Having gotten into his fair share of fights in high school, which led you back to why you were having this conversation in the first place.

"What? Would you rather I lied?" he taunts, unscrewing the cap of whatever sports drink he was holding and taking a sip.

"Enough." Sarah referees. "Besides, you told me you'd help."

"That was before I knew who it was." he antagonizes, not even sparing you a glance.

"Yeah. As much as I'd love an excuse to punch Rafe, I'll have to pass." you acknowledge in a rare moment of compromise.

"Didn't know you liked it rough," he insinuates, rolling your eyes at the innuendo.

"Please." Sarah turns back to you in a pleading manner. "Just some basic stuff. I just want to make sure you don't find yourself in a vulnerable situation again. I hate to agree with him, but it is stupid to turn down learning from, like, one of the best trainers on the island."

Rafe decided after high school that he'd channel his fury and aggressive energy into something more productive, opening his gym up a few years back. And unfortunately, you knew she was probably right. The boxing studio having become one of the hottest spots to work out in Figure 8.

"Don't look so excited, princess. A lot of girls would be jumping at the chance to get free coaching from me." he quips.

"You're not gonna drop this?" you purse your lips at Sarah, her agitation not easing at all. "Fine. Whatever."

"No, if we're doing this, we're doing it my way. My gym." Rafe interjects. "You're gonna be there tomorrow morning at 8. You're gonna come, you're gonna listen to what I tell you, and you're not gonna act like a brat because I'm doing this as a favor for Sarah. Got it?"

With a hesitant nod, the session was set for the next day to your contempt. You were met by the sound of grunts and rustling chains when you entered the facility, finding Rafe at the far side of the room battering a punching bag. Too focused to realize you'd walked in, giving you the opportunity to get a proper look at him.

He wore a fitted white tank and basketball shorts, his sun-kissed skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. His toned arms on full display for you to admire as they tensed every time he hit the cushioned equipment. His signature grimace settled on his features as he beat the hung-up gear like it was personal.

"Fuck," he curses, alarmed once he detected your presence. "Sorry. Have you been here long?" He shrugs off, going for a swig of water.

"Just a minute," you reveal, stepping further into the building, almost feeling as though you weren't supposed to be there.

"Is, uh, that what you're wearing, or were you gonna change?" he surveys, taking in the tight leggings and crop top that clung to you. You shook your head at his question, neither of you knowing how to proceed cordially.

"You don't have to do this, by the way," you mention, giving him one last out.

"Huh?"

"I get you're doing this for Sarah. I can tell her you did if you'd just rather I go..." you offer.

"What? Already trying to run?" he solicits, the typical friction between you arising once again. "I don't mind," he reinforces, relieving some of your apprehension. 

He advised that you stretch a bit first, reluctantly following his lead as he got into what you were sure was his standard routine, somewhat hopeless yourself when it came to working out. An R&B track playing lightly over the speakers, filling the uncomfortable quiet that hung between you two.

You found yourself fixed on Rafe longer than usual, blaming it on the fact that you were trying to mimic his agile movements. There was no denying he was attractive, another trait you found particularly irritating, but seeing him in his element gave you a whole new perspective. He looked incredibly chiseled, a stark contrast to the usual sight of him in shirts that hid his arms, noticing how swole his biceps were with every flex of his.

Once you were finished warming up, he led you towards the practice ring that sat at the back of the gym. Tossing you a pair of boxing gloves and discarding his tank to the side prior to ushering you onto the canvas. Circling the perimeter like he was a shark targeting his prey.

"Are you gonna walk around and stare at me all day, or actually teach me something useful?" you sassed, making him to stop in his tracks with a hardened expression. "I don't have all day, Rafe."

"What happened again?"

"I was, uh, walking home from that party on the beach a few weeks back, and some kid jumped out at me on my way home and tried taking my shit." you recount, Rafe frowning at the story.

"Have you ever learned any self-defense?" he inquires.

"Yeah, I pepper sprayed him and ran the fuck home." you explain, making him snicker.

"And when you don't have that on you?"

"I don't know. My keys? A gun?"

"A gun?" he remarks, amused by your answer.

"Yeah. I could get one of those small ones."

"Sounds like a solid plan, princess."

"I swear, if you're just gonna piss me off-"

"I told you when we agreed to this you can't stand around and bitch at me the entire time." he recalls, not appearing too impressed.

"Then teach me something."

"Fine, let's work on your reaction time."

"My reaction time is fine. I did fight him off." you refute, tired of the constant belittling.

"And how big was this guy? Was he 6'5 and huge, or some shrimpy Pogue that wasn't much taller than you?" he challenges, startled at how accurate the latter description was of your attacker. "You might not get that lucky next time around."

You let him take over from there, watching as he continued walking around the platform menacingly, almost sizing you up in a way. Like you were playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Like there was a hint of something almost suggestive hanging in the air between you.

In any other scenario, you probably would've laughed at how he was stalking towards you. Abruptly diving out to snatch you from the side, making you whip around and instinctively throwing your hands in front of you. Not giving him a chance to grab you properly. Seeming satisfied with your efforts, he stepped back to the edge of the ring to launch into the  next drill.

It all happened so fast. He rushed towards you from behind, your initial impulse being to turn and lunge the other way, not realizing your shoelace had untied. You were in the air for a few seconds, tripping face-first into the mats. An ache immediately rising as you peeled yourself off the floor, almost missing how Rafe was at your side without delay, concern etched on his features.

"Shit."

He scanned you for injuries, quick to fuss over your condition while you were just trying to adjust to his sudden worry towards you. As you caught your breath, it hitched again when he reached out and held your cheek. Growing nervous when you saw his focus drift to your mouth.

"You're bleeding..." he notes, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. "Don't move."

He dashed over to snag the first-aid kit and hurried back over, chucking it on the ground beside you. Taking your wrists and unfastening the padded protection covering your fists, doing the same with the other. He searched through the small bag, ripping open an antiseptic wipe as he assessed the wound.

"Sit down." he requested, complying to his instruction since you didn't want to cause any more unnecessary chaos. "Does it hurt?"

"Uh, no..." you trail off.

"This might sting..." he tells you as he brought the damp cloth to the cut, instantly hissing at the tender sensation despite his warning. "Sorry," he murmurs remorsefully.

"Don't apologize. It was my fault."

"No, it wasn't. You tripped." he reassures dismissively, letting the conversation die rather than feud over it.

The dynamic between you and Rafe was contentious, the two of you always bickering and getting under each other's skin. However, that wasn't the energy you were feeling right now. If anything, it felt a bit charged. Not missing the way his devious smirk reemerged on his lips as he cleaned the gash, the prolonged silence only making you more uneasy.

"What?"

"Only you would manage to get hurt when I'm trying to teach you how to protect yourself." he patronizes, snickering to himself.

You tore yourself out of his grasp, touching the bloody spot and deciding you'd just handle it yourself in the bathroom. Not in the mood to deal with whatever mind games he was playing at. His reflexes were still quicker than yours as he blocked you from getting up.

"Stop being difficult and just let me," he asserts. Not anticipating for him to take your chin to halt your tantrum, his face just a few inches from yours. "Please."

His glance flickered between your eyes and mouth, noting a shift in his expression—one you'd never seen before. Keeping your own on anything but him, no longer able to trust yourself to not do something you know you'll regret. Finding yourself softening under his wary gaze, against your better judgment.

"Why are you helping me?" you finally decide to ask him, the question coming out almost sheepishly.

"Seriously?" he replies, almost seeming offended. "Other than the fact that I was genuinely trying to do you a favour and show you how to defend yourself, and you ended up with a busted lip instead? Maybe I'm just not as much of an asshole as you'd like to believe."

"Wow, and they say chivalry is dead." you feign, falling back into your usual banter.

"Would it really kill you to just be nice to me for a few minutes?" he comments sarcastically, not giving you much room to argue.

"Thanks, I guess." you concede, his signature grin reappearing.

"Sorry, I missed that." he exaggerates, turning his ear towards you to repeat yourself.

"You're such a pain in the ass." you grumble, crossing your arms. "Thank you."

He finished treating the wound, squeezing out some healing cream onto his finger and brushing it across the sensitive area. Your lips parting at the intimate gesture, your eyelids fluttering shut. Keeping them closed to avoid facing the bitter truth that you didn't totally hate being in this compromising position with Rafe.

"At least now you got some battle scars, so no more thugs will mess with you." he declares.

"You can't help yourself." you scold.

"What? I'm just fucking around." he averts, thrown off by your change in demeanor.

"That's the thing with you, Rafe. Do you take anything seriously?" you proclaim, jumping back to your feet and fiddling to shove the gloves back on.

"Yes?"

"You're stubborn and aggravating, and always fuckingaround. You definitely don't take me seriously-"

"What are you even talking about?"

"That's the whole reason I'm here, right? Another free pass so you can give me shit?" you blindly accuse, temper flaring.

"Fuck, do you ever shut up?" he seethes in frustration, caging you in against the ropes as he towered over your figure.

"Move," you demand, nudging the barrier he'd created around you.

"Calm down," he urges you, as if his domineering stance wasn't partially to blame for your distress.

"Rafe," you huff, trying to escape his scrutiny when he suddenly placed his hands on your shoulders and pinned you back.

"I said calm down." he reiterates.

His piercing glare acted like another physical restraint, simultaneously making you confront the conflicting desires you'd suppressed towards him for years. It was just the easier choice—not wanting to involve yourself with someone so unpredictable or cross the boundary that was your best friend's older brother.

"Why don't you think I take you seriously?" he investigates, surprised that was what he'd hung onto from your rant.

"Are you kidding me right now?" you counter. "You've never been nice to me since I became friends with Sarah."

"Only because you're a fucking know-it-all," he contends, recognizing the teasing in his voice. "Do you think I'd do this for any of the other clowns Sarah hangs around?"

You didn't know what to say to that, trying not to focus on certain details throughout the years. How he'd always been more impartial to you compared to the rest of the group you were usually with. Assuming the pleasantries he'd occasionally throw your way were just another attempt to get on your nerves.

"You make it so easy to rile you up, princess." he remarks, taking the large gloves that were acting like a barrier between you and slipping them off your hands. "And don't try to tell me you don't like it either."

"I... I don't." you falter.

He took your chin and turned you back towards him, but this time there was no reason for it—caressing your jaw and studying you like some priceless piece of art. It was unsettling, the speed at which he was able to switch from tough and threatening to gentle and vigilant. Knowing you'd never seen this side of him in all the years you'd known his sister.

"Try again." he mutters, not letting you get away so fast.

"I don't, Rafe." you insist, trying to keep your tone steady but still lacking conviction—just enough to give you away.

"Then why haven't you pushed me off yet?" he boasts.

"I-" you stutter, considering your next words carefully. "You still haven't taught me shit." you maintain, knowing your response was weak as it came out.

"What's got you so quiet, hm?" he interrogates, basking in your discomfort.

"You're insufferable, do you know that?"

"Maybe. But you still haven't moved."

That's when his lips grazed yours delicately, almost questioning if it was a hallucination. Only knowing it wasn't because of the dull ache from his direct contact on your fresh injury. His icy blue eyes meeting yours in challenge, as if he was daring you to take the inevitable next step. As if he was waiting for your permission.

It felt like you were hit by a tidal wave when you finally kissed him, the faint taste of blood reaching your senses but you were so absorbed by him to even care. Rafe using his tongue to soothe the ripped flesh as he slipped it into your mouth. All of your resistance towards him being disarmed as he kissed you like he'd been wanting to forever.

One of his hands snaked to the bottom of your scalp, threading through your hair; the other sliding to your lower back and pulling you against him. Cradling you to his large physique like he didn't want to let you stray too far, not that you wanted to. While his actions were just as meticulous as his teaching style had been earlier, his execution was still raw and impassioned.

"Are you gonna keep being difficult? Or are you gonna listen to me like a good girl?" he grills hoarsely.

"Are you gonna make it worth my while?" you retort smartly, not wanting to fully surrender control.

He just chuckled as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck, the sound making your stomach twist, something you weren't used to feeling in his presence. Extending your nape as he placed a sloppy peck on your skin, lingering to make sure he'd left a mark. The disdain you'd always held towards him now somehow coming off as charming.

"Relax," he cooed, squeezing your waist before yanking your top off.

He discarded the shirt elsewhere, kissing down your torso and along the waistband of your spandex. Hooking his thumbs into the stretchy fabric, peering up at you as he licked his lips, your heart racing in anticipation. Leaving you exposed and disheveled in the middle of the gym, resting on the ropes to find some sort of stability.

"Shit... Can't believe I've kept my hands to myself this long around you," he mused, skimming through your wetness.

"Please Rafe." you whisper, as if the hushed volume of your voice somehow made it all seem less legitimate.

"Can't hear you, princess." he goads, not tearing his gaze from you. You didn't want to give in to his endless provoking, but it was as if he was coaxing it right out of you.

"Rafe, please." you echo, anguish evident from your tone.

"That's it, baby..." he praises, letting two of his digits slip inside you without any warning. "You always this wet around me?"

You instantly melted into his touch, like you were a puppet and he knew the exact strings he needed to pull. Rafe taking advantage of your disoriented state and kissing you again fiercely, the hostility that had built over the years boiling over and getting channeled into your embrace. Grabbing your thigh and hooking it around his waist to give himself better access to you, bringing you into a deeper lust.

He added another finger, immediately giving away that your climax was close as you clenched around him. And then right when your pleasure was about to hit, he withdrew them. A choked whine leaving your throat as he brought them up to his mouth, not daring to tear his attention from you.

"What the fuck?" you protest breathlessly.

Without a word, he took your extended leg, scooping you up with ease and wrapping you around his frame. Bringing you to the middle of the ring and laying you on the ground, looming over you again as he stripped off his pants. Straddling your bottom half, leaving you dumbfounded by how big he was as he pumped himself a few times.

"Told you if you came here, we do this my way. Arms up," he instructs.

As you stretched them over your head, Rafe took both your wrists and held you down. Your heart racing when you realized what he was doing, squirming as you felt him drag himself between your puffy folds. Rocking against him to create any extra friction as he continued to tease you as much as he could, surely revenge for your coldness towards him over the years.

"What's wrong, baby?" he mocks. "Tell me what you want."

"Need you..." you divulge, being met with Rafe's condescending laugh at your pathetic plea.

"You've made that pretty obvious, but that's not gonna be enough right now." he specifies, knowing what he ultimately wanted to hear and too far gone to keep denying yourself of him.

"Please, Rafe. Need you to fuck me." you confess, shuddering when you felt his fat tip circle your core.

"You had a change of heart or something? Not used to you being so nice to me," he revels smugly. "But since you asked so nicely."

You gasped as he slowly buried himself into you, fluttering around him as soon as he sunk into you. Keeping his motions steady and unhurried on purpose, clearly holding back from outwardly demolishing you right away.

You were already close to your high from his initial build-up, falling back into your bliss as he picked up a consistent flow, trembling as he started playing with your swollen clit. The hand he'd bounded you with loosening the more he lost himself in the essence of you.

"Is that why you've always been such a brat? Wanted me to do something about it? Shut you up myself?" he spits.

You clutched his face as his lips found yours again, unable to conceal how enamored you'd become by him. Losing your composure as his hips snapped into you, gawking at how his cock disappeared with every plunge into you. His athletic figure overtaking you without difficulty, looking like he was some Adonis.

"Rafe, I-" you plead, too consumed to even tell him you were reaching your peak, not that he didn't pick up on it.

"Let it out," he grunts, his rhythm unrelentless.

Shockwaves surged through your system as you let out a loud cry, drenching him with your arousal. Rafe pecking across your collarbones and up your neck until he was back at your lips, swallowing every noise you made. The action much more tender than he'd been up until then.

"Turn over," he barks, barely straying from the kiss.

"W-what?" you stammer, still recovering from the first orgasm.

"You heard me. I'm not done with you yet." he reprimands, straightening his posture. "On your knees."

He nodded forward to emphasize his command, eagerly awaiting what he'd do next. Moaning when he pawed at your backside and yanked you closer, not refraining as his palm glided across the flesh. Only noticing that you were facing the row of mirrors that covered one of the walls as you peered up.

He started hammering into you from behind, his technique now rougher from his new angle. You soaked in his reflection, observing how his torso flexed with every thrust, only becoming more turned on by the lewd scene unfolding in the mirror. Drunk off the sensation of Rafe, already knowing this wouldn't be a one-time thing.

"I think I prefer you this way, princess." he purrs into your ear, smacking your ass one more time. "Too fucked out to open that big mouth of yours."

His movements got hastier, but he still managed to pound at angles he hadn't from your previous position. Gripping your waist roughly as he slammed into you, effortlessly hitting your g-spot with every grind of his hips. In disbelief that the man that was fucking you into oblivion was the same guy that you'd written off for so long.

"You gonna cum for me again?" he gloats, lowering his face to hover beside yours.

"Please, Rafe..." you beg, holding his piercing gaze in the mirror, his warmth radiating onto you.

"Who knew you were so damn polite?" he snides, striking your rear one last time. "Gonna let me ruin that pretty pussy?" he growls, mewling desperately at his filthy declaration.

With a few more pumps, he filled you with his own release, not stopping until he was fully satisfied. Coming undone again yourself as he pushed you back over your edge, the only sound filling the silent gym being heavy panting. Your head dropping in front of you as you caught your breath, whimpering when you felt him pull out.

Reality hit you like a ton of bricks as you finally registered what had just happened. Still clouded in your daze as he left featherlight pecks up your spine, doing your best to ignore the sweet gesture. Unsure how to even go forward, regret swiftly replacing your once insatiable hunger, blaming the moment on pure weakness.

"Hey," you hear Rafe utter, meeting his eyes through the reflection. "I can already see those cogs turning, baby..."

"I just..." you hesitate, trying to find the right thing to say when you'd barely processed what was going on.

"You just what, hm?" he drawls, turning your head towards him as he captured your lips with his.

"You're fucking trouble, Cameron." you mumble, giggling softly at the sudden turn of circumstances.

"What? You didn't enjoy your workout?" He implies shamelessly. "Don't act like you weren't into it. And don't think I'm letting you get away so easily either." He playfully accosts you, toppling onto his back and making you squeal as he pulled you back on top of him, passionately kissing you again.

note: suuper long, suuuper dirty 🤭 i wish i was exaggerating when i say ive been editing this for like a month omfg sos my brain is actually rotted lmao. hope you guys like it!! i'm trying to actually write more since i've been making a lot of short-form content sooo please be kind bc i'm still trying to find my bearings again lolol🙈

[rekino2114]

I getcha, let’s try this. Basic comfort headcanons for Makima?

the horsemen girls comforting you

A/n:I'm gonna fuse these two requests with something I had in mind for a while. Also thanks to everyone who requested I'm gonna save the requests and do them whenever i'm having another bad day

Makima

You loved being a devil hunter. You really did. Despite the love of your life being a devil herself,the idea of ridding the world from humanity's fears was a noble cause that you loved doing, it also helped that makima was your boss.

But like every job, it had downsides. Luckily, ever since makima fully decided to help humanity, many devils weren't as powerful so your colleagues died less often, and with how strong you were (mostly because of contracts you did with makima) you could protect them if they ever got into mortal danger. But that made the times when they died even more heartbreaking, the thought that you could have saved them disturbed you a lot when it happened and made everything weigh heavier in your mind.

And unfortunately today was one of those days.

"Is everything alright darling?"

You sighed and looked towards makima, her yellow eyes almost compelling you to answer

"Yeah don't worry"

"Are you sure? You've been acting weirdly ever since you returned from the mission"

"It's nothing please, I'm ok"

You turned away from her and started to walk, but she stopped you by putting her hand on your shoulder

"Please darling, I love you, I've known you for long enough to know when you're sad, you can talk to me about anything, and I mean anything, I won't judge you or anything, If you need me I'm here"

Her voice was so sweet and soft, and when you looked back to her, she was offering you a sweet smile, you sighed again and hugged her, a gesture she was more than happy to reciprocate

"Thanks makima, I don't know what I'd do without you"

"It's nothing puppy, it's the least I could do"

After you two stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a while, makima guided you to the couch and put your head on her chest, beginning to stroke your hair

"Can you tell me what happened?"

You told her everything that happened on the mission as she nodded understandigly

"I'm sorry to hear that darling, is the devil you fought still around?"

"No I killed it"

"That's good, I would have destroyed it for making you sad otherwise"

"Thanks"

"Like I said, it's nothing, I'd do anything for you. Now how about we order some food and cuddle, then we can take a bath together to relax"

"I'd....Like that, thank you"

"Oh and don't worry about going to work tomorrow, I'll give us a full week of time off to help you recover"

"......You're the best makima"

"No, you're the best my love, I'm just repaying you for the love you give me"

Yoru

School sucks. That was not news to you, as it wasn't to any student ever.

You had just gotten a bad grade in a test. The worst part is that you actually studied for it, you didn't expect a great grade, but at least a good one would have greatly helped you and your self esteem, you could feel all the stares of your classmates judge you even if they didn't say anything, you felt embarrassed, pissed and sad, you wanted nothing more than to be hugged and luckily you knew the perfect "person" for that.

"Oh, hi y/n, what's up?"

"Hi asa"

Asa let you in her house, and you sat on the bed before looking at her a bit embarrassed

"Can you... let yoru out?"

"Uh? Why?"

"I.....need some comfort"

"Oh yeah, I get it, I guess I could, just don't let her.....kill anyone"

"I'll try my best"

"That's.....not really reassuring"

"Sorry I'm just not feeling my best"

"OK sorry"

Asa sat in front of you and closed her eyes, when she opened them again, they were yellow and ringed, and scars appeared all over her face.

Yoru stretched and took off her hair tie, moving her head to free her hair even more

"Fucking finally, that girl didn't let me out for at least a week, you have an idea how boring it gets in her mind?"

"..............."

"So who is it?"

"What?"

"Who do I have to kill?"

"No one"

"Nope, I do, whoever made you sad is on my hit list"

"I-"

"Maybe I should make them a spear or a sword, a claymore would be cool, I take requests by the way. What's your favorite weapon?"

"Yoru, please can you leave the killing part for now, I just need comfort"

"Comfort like......."

"Cuddles preferably"

Yoru sighed and looked at you. In her time of having you as a boyfriend, she had learned to appreciate human affection and even crave it sometimes, not that she'd ever admit it. So at your request she simply opened her arms and hugged you before resting on the bed

"Just so you know I'm still gonna kill someone later, this is just because you asked for it"

"I guess that's one of the reasons I love you'

"....I love you too, and don't be sad, I'm here for you if you ever need to talk, just ask asa to let me out more often"

"....yeah definitely, thank you"

Fami

"Y/n, you haven't touched your sandwich, are you OK?"

After finishing school, your girlfriend brought you to a restaurant to eat and talk about anything that you wanted. However in the middle of your date she began to notice you acting weird

"Yeah.....don't worry"

Fami looked at you with what everyone else would have thought was an emotionless face but you could see the concern in her eyes

"Did something happen at school?"

"H-how did you know?"

"Because I know you, please tell me what happened"

You felt her hand wrap around you under the table and her gaze soften

"I.....it's stupid I just took a bad grade"

"Oh I see.......that doesn't matter"

"Huh?"

"You shouldn't let that influence your emotions, it's something that happens to everyone, I won't judge you for that and so should no one else"

"Oh.....thanks"

"But if you still upset about that, then I can help you"

She asked the waiter to put the remaining food in a box and held your hand to go outside of the restaurant

"Where are we going?"

"To get ice cream, I've heard it's the food that human eat when they are said, is it true?"

"Yeah I guess"

"Then Let's go"

"But I think spending time with you is what's gonna cheer me up the most"

"I'm glad.......I'm sorry that I seem indifferent sometimes, but I really, really love you always, you can count on me"

"Don't worry, I know, I love you too so much"

[orchidbreezefc]

a guide on effective spoiler bar use!

so, i have a PTSD trigger. seeing it gives me panic attacks, so i ask people who share my space to warn for and spoiler discussion of that topic. and i really appreciate it when they do! however, even when people are kind enough to agree, a lot of them don't know how to do that properly, and their ineffectual use of spoiler bars leads to me having that panic attack anyway.

it's difficult and vulnerable for me to ask in the first place; i'm sharing something painful and personal, and i feel like i'm ruining people's fun by forcing them to censor themselves. at the same time, when people do what i ask, that means they want me to be safe! so neither of us wants to have a followup conversation where i say "actually, your efforts weren't good enough and i got hurt anyway."

so here's a post about how to get it right the first time! discord is the platform i use most, but the general principles apply everywhere. tumblr has no spoiler function, but that's okay because the number one thing to consider when spoilering is how it will look for someone who doesnt want to see what's under the bar.

the thing you want to spoiler could be someone's specific trigger, or a common phobia, or spoilers for the new episode of your show--anything someone in the group may not want to see for whatever reason. i'll use "dog" as a stand-in. here's a common spoiler practice that really isn't helpful:

"today i saw this super cute ■■■ in the park! his owner let me pet him and he licked all over my hands, it was great!"

if you're someone who doesn't want to see discussion of dogs, that spoiler is completely useless. you can guess what that person is talking about, meaning they haven't hidden dog talk from you. the length of the word being spoiled and the context of the sentence are enough to give it away--you need to disguise both.

ask yourself: if you're helping someone who doesn't want to hear about dogs, why are you showing them any part of your dog escapade? will they benefit from being able to see the rest, or does it just risk triggering them and giving them FOMO by teasing a message they can't fully read?

another unhelpful practice:

"[spoiler bar that covers the full message]"

in this case, the stuff under the spoiler bar would be dog talk. the thing is, if i see this message, i have no way of knowing if it's censored for talk of dogs, or of someone else's kitten trigger, or of a common phobia of glitter. maybe i love kittens and glitter and want to see posts about those things! but you haven't specified, so now this message is a game of russian roulette with kittens in some barrels and panic attacks in others.

if i have to see the triggering content to know it's going to trigger me, that's not a warning; that's just triggering with an extra step. don't place information on how to avoid being upset next to the upsetting thing.

here's a GOOD way to spoiler things:

"(dog talk) [spoiler bar covering the rest of the message]"

perfect! i now know exactly what i'll see if i click that spoiler bar. if i don't want to see it, i don't click! if you say this for one message, the reader can assume subsequent messages are spoilered for the same reason. you can finish with "(end dog talk)" if you want to be extra helpful!

admittedly for some people the very mention of a trigger will be enough to prompt a reaction, but that can't be helped. a list of trigger warnings can itself be triggering, but it's better than no warning at all. this is the best you can do for someone short of not bringing it into that space at all, which is a discussion you'd have to have with that group.

hope this helps! remember to prioritize the effect on the person you're doing this for. the difference between seeing and not seeing a certain thing can change someone's whole day or week.

[marq-lynch]

When I say I literally cannot keep up with writing this comprehensive StrickPage Bible fast enough to keep up with what is going on with them right now I mean I stopped writing to sleep for six hours and missed love letters so here's the TL;DR: beats on what's going on with them right now JUST post All-Out and why the English Ivy Post means LOVE WINS (for now):

Having finally gotten through most of the anger, heartbreak, & miscommunication over the bad breakup from their ongoing secret affair in March that led to Hangman's marriage ending but Swerve NOT taking him back to be baby gay's first rebound, Swerve starts reaching out on social media with a softer 'baby I just wanna talk' vibe by the end of Sept 2024

Swerve feels that they're too toxic to ever have a real relationship and it will only lead to suffering, but he can't stand the idea of not being bound to Hangman and helping him flourish, so he wants to turn him (Wrestledream, vampires on ancestral soil, etc)

They seem to have some back and forth on this, Swerve has a lot of his own baggage on being a Maker/Father, being the person Hangman thinks he is vs who he really is, etc. Anyways gotta have one last night right? 10/23/24 Dynamite last time. Out of the system. ...possibly they drag it out a bit until...

Hangman gets turned 10/28. Yes they did it on Halloween because Swerve is a romantic nerd. Also why we got Vampire Hangman on Fright Night posters & suddenly Hangman is talking about how there's no redemption for him either. Oh sorry I had to skip past some stuff he's been working through a religious crisis since he started cheating with Swerve in late 2023.

Swerve meanwhile has his mojo back, wins at Fright Night, but has been getting more and more morose posting song lyrics about how 'damn baby all these bitches suck ass shame we couldn't ever work out either'

Swerve debuts his new tattoo which is a picture of giant heart locket over his Adam's Apple that could be an easy target to be ripped out, and says he calls it "SPEAK FROM THE HEART". The same day Hangman suddenly starts a Bsky account and demands the work account Swerve follows post Cardinal Flowers. Another term for these are Lobelia Cardinalis, which have an interesting conflicting set of meanings. Lobelia was 'rejected advances' and even 'malevolence' in Victorian era flower language, but in the modern day stand for love & friendship, passion, and a time of healing.

Perhaps less cryptic? The next post is Beautyberries. Also known as French Mulberry. Purple strains of French Mulberry are very clear: Devotedness, I Shall Not Survive You, Sadness.

The next posts from Hangman are 4 am posts. "If sowing bee-balm seeds is a midlife crisis I will die at 66. Dynamite tonight. Will my death be bee related or balm related?" Monarda, aka Bee-Balm: Irresistible; Your Whims are Unbearable. It's the first show they've been on together in the whole Two Weeks since Hangman has been turned. God they're both bad at this. The next day Swerve joins Bsky.

Newsflash dumbass, (dead) leaves is plants, and therefore have meaning in floriology. It's sadness. Congrats. You've all been torturing him with a meme about a post he made trying to tell Swerve he hurt him with the mixed signals. From Hangman's playlist and the leaves post we can confirm they backslid for ANOTHER weekend. Oof. And he woke up alone on the anniversary of the deathmatch too. Probably to an empty bed and Swerve insta posting about it.

November 24 Hangman posts a southern yeehaw mouth funky foot frog and look there's a LOT of layers of themes they've built here for months but trust me when I say he's gone from a scared lil pollywog to proud lil bisexual funky foot frog and Swerve is so proud from his parallel post.

Hangman does a Good Thing and cuts off contact. He's doing what Swerve did after they broke up and focusing on the championship. He's moving past Swerve properly and for good. He's posting hot girl shit about being in a good place. Swerve is posting tired looking photos with bags under his eyes and unlit cigarettes and songs about how he doesn't know where to go from here or what to do now starting over sounds exhausting.

December 10th Hangman makes a drunk Google images ripped booty call of a post about his coneflower, Christmas miracle, not dead. Of course the other name for Echinacea is 'Bachelor's Buttons' but either way the language is the same: celibacy, devotion, hope in love.

January 1st, 2025. Swerve gets attacked by Ricochet. He posts love songs with a new tone: Please. Help me. I know it will end badly. But it has to be worth it. I can't live like this. Please come home. I give in.

Oh right remember how Hangman is a vampire now? Well that makes the tone of this 1/7/2025 post a little different: "Plants are just like animals... Except for the ways in which they are not."

A few days later Hangman gives that Truly Excellent promo where he talks about his last year, He was ashamed for a long time and it broke him, he would rather live a violent bloody life than be the husk of a man that he was- there's too much there point is he's telling Swerve he's gonna start drinking and he's ready to come out but that the ways that Swerve and he snuck around last year? Felt like shit and he won't live like that now.

Swerve is watching and going 'oh damn my baby BITING' and posting more heartfelt 'let's try for real even if it doesn't work' songs. And then we get yesterday/today:

Swerve posts "Someone say my name" which is a reference to a recurring motif of 'at least you won't forget my name' between them and refusing to say the other's real name as a power tactic, but also a line from the song 'Clean Up on Aisle 5 which was a REAL DOWNER to fall asleep on:

But baby we're SO BACK because Hangman is posting about 'dumbass english Ivy, resisting his attempts at eradication': immortality, commitment, marriage, devotion, evergreen through drought (cannot overstate the importance of both water and fire symbolism to them) Though Ivy can also choke out light and wrap so tightly around things it kills the plants it holds it is not naturally parasitic, just often dangerous.

This has been your brief update on the Secret StrickPage Plot as of the last 4 months. I can cite my sources and I will this is the TL;DR I'm making the Bible for AO3 as you can see Tumblr cannot contain them.

[jadeshifting]

i'm not sure if you already answered this buuuut i saw that you have a twd dr so i was wondering if you had ANY ideas (scenarios, advices, stuff to script) of how to make an apocalyptic dr (twd or not, it doesn't matter!) safe YET still interesting?

like i'm thinking about making a original one but idk if i'm keeping zombies/infected in (and maybe script that they're pretty much chill?? like they're there just for the vibe or something idk LMAOOO) or if i'm going with a "last persons on earth" kind of plot without any real danger (kinda boring maybe idk but at least it's pretty much 100% safe) and i'm/we're just exploring the now abandoned world, doing whatever we want kinda? aaaaa idk sorry i'm rambling!!! and maybe i'm not even making any sense omg

ANYWAY!!! LONG STORY SHORT: how to make a safe yet interesting apocalyptic dr? (and thx for your help<3)

hi !! happy to have another apocalypse shifter on my blog, i love a good apocalypse DR i think about them constantly

zombies there for the vibe & being chill made me laugh not them being background props LMAOOO but i get what u mean !! u could always script little things like they always walk, they’re not particularly fast or strong, or get rid of the concept of herds completely and script that they always travel alone or in small clusters.. maybe that their bite force isn’t all that strong and they have a hard time biting through jeans or other tough materials, so people wouldn’t be getting bitten through clothes as often. those are pretty basic ways to make them a lot less dangerous i think?

i vibe with the end-of-the-world exploring everything concept soooo much, i literally ramble about it in this post where i talk about the things i’m looking forward to in my walking dead DR, its a concept i love and one that i think could be so much fun with the right group of people, or intensely therapeutic and interesting if you did it alone !! don’t apologize babe i was born to understand your visions 🧘‍♀️

okay, so i’ve actually cracked the code to the apocalyptic multiverse… my secret weapon… to achieve an interesting but safe DR… the answer to it all… is under the cut… if u dare………

— LUCK :^) ( aka the secret weapon to surviving the apocalypse without getting rid of the plot )

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“I AM CONSISTENTLY AND PRETERNATURALLY LUCKY.”

cause that’s what makes things happen at the end of the day, right? you can be the most prepared, stocked up, and ready to handle the world, and still die at the hands of a creaky floorboard or an unlucky maneuver. that’s kind of what the apocalypse is all about—it treats everyone equally

being an uncannily lucky person influences things in a variety of seemingly tiny ways, ranging from small conveniences to life-saving occurrences :

⋆˙♱ a walker bites you, but it’s teeth don’t manage to get through your pants—so you’re fine

⋆˙♱ bullets miss you by a fraction of an inch, so close you can feel them pass you by—but they don’t hit you

⋆˙♱ you go through every pump at some abandoned ripped-through gas station, and the last pump somehow has a little bit left—just enough for you to get where you’re going

⋆˙♱ trekking through the woods and a rainstorm that kind of irritates you manages to wash away your tracks in the mud—no one can follow you now, and you didn’t even know they were

⋆˙♱ a vending machine you stumble across has one bag of chips still teetering at the edge, tucked towards the corner where no one saw it

⋆˙♱ you drop your knife fighting a walker, but it tumbles into the stream and you find it in the water a mile up the river—you’d already given up on getting it back

⋆˙♱ someone sneaking up on you happens to step on a loose floorboard, which groans loudly—it alerts you with just enough time to run or fight

⋆˙♱ your backpack rips, and you stumble across a mostly-used roll of duct tape not an hour later—there's just enough left to seal the rip

⋆˙♱ your group dismissed the old, rusty revolver you stumbled across because it looks so beaten-up there's no way it works—it fires clean on your first try

⋆˙♱ the rickety ladder you come across, one that groans and is horribly splintered, holds just long enough for you to climb it—it falls apart the moment you no longer need it

⋆˙♱ as a herd surrounds your hideout, a horrific storm rolls through and you think things could not get any worse—the pelting rain and roaring noise confuses and scatters the herd away from you

⋆˙♱ sometimes when walkers are chasing you, they trip over roots or rocks and they faceplant into the ground. ( maybe this one isn't even luck, walkers are fucking stupid )

this is a scripting tool i use in tons of my dangerous DRs, to circumvent getting busted up all the time

the important thing here is that the LUCK aspect doesn’t take away from the plot or anything interesting happening. you still get attacked or fight, get into sticky situations, have crazy things happen or follow the events of any show/movie you may be scripting for, but you’re lucky enough to walk out unscathed without it being some magical or unrealistic thing !! it makes it more interesting to find yourself consistently pretty successful, in my opinion. you stumble across cool things, escape bad situations and live to tell the tale.

sisyphus suffers for a reason, and it’d be the same thing in the apocalypse if you were constantly pushing forward and surviving, only for something awful to happen, and you to suffer a grievous injury or loss, over and over and over again. trying to make the best of things but taking hit after hit would be miserable, you know? that’s the biggest change i made to my DR that differentiates it from the source media (the walking dead for me) is that things do get better, and we do have good days, and we are working towards a peaceful future that we will eventually reach. a lot of that is luck, in my opinion !!

thank u for the message and happy shifting !! i’ll probs post some scenario ideas for apocalypse DRs soon, but in the meantime i hope u got something helpful from this in terms of danger prevention, mwah :^)

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[daydaydayrk420]

Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader. Steve and Natasha are dating and the male reader is Tony's son who just came back from college and that night be has to talk to Steve but walks in on them so they ask him to join and he happily agrees, add a part where Steve is pounding him while reader eats Natasha. Top dom Steve Rogers, bottom dom Natasha Romanoff, verse sub male reader. I know you said you'd add multiple parts instead of long fics when that person asked but I please- please make this one a one shot and please make it long. The longer the better if that's ok.

All characters are 18+

Whoops

Steve Rogers x male reader x Natasha Romanoff

⚠️top dom steve, dom bottom nat, sub-bottom reader, threesome, eating out, ruined climax, getting caught, masturbating, creampie, aftercare⚠️

🚨minors and girls do not interact 🚨

Turns out I don't know how to make long fan fiction when it's meant to be long. I hope it's long enough. I also don't see Steve as a top so he's not really as Dom as I think you want to.

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Y/n is part of the Avengers.

Well not technically. He's Tony's son. And he likes to toy around his lab a lot. So that means he's in the tower a lot and is considered a part of the team. He often used to help before he went to college.

He hasn't been a 'part' of them since the start, but he's been a part long enough that he's built a really close friendship with Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. He wishes it could be more, but he doesn't want to push it.

Like come on, Steve's out of this generation. Having his friend ask him and his girlfriend out at the same time? It might as well blow his mind.

Now speaking of Steve. He's on a break from all this madness of being an avenger. He could go on a break because there hasn't been anything happening recently. He is obviously ready to jump back into action if necessary.

But he's not staying in his apartment. He's still at the Avengers Tower because, sadly, his girlfriend isn't on a break and can't really visit Steve in his apartment. So, instead, Steve is still in his room in the tower so he can be with Natasha when she comes back from missions.

Speaking of Natasha. She's currently running away from some Hydra guys.

Well.

More like leading them into a trap. Which worked out perfectly actually. In no time Natasha was already on her way back to the tower. What she doesn't know though is that Steve is in her room. Touching himself to the smell of her shirt.

Speaking of Steve. He's lying on Natasha's bed. Back against the headboard, pants low enough just to have his cock out while his hand strokes it at a fast speed. His nose is buried in the shirt as much as he can get it. His eyes are closed as he imagines that his hand is Natasha's instead.

But he suddenly smells another sort of familiar smell. His hand slows down as he tries to figure out what smell it is.

Y/n's spray deodorant. Natasha used it yesterday at their workout session because she forgot hers.

Suddenly Steve's fingers trace the base of his dick and the image of Natasha fades. His hand starts to feel different. Not like the way he imagines Natasha's hand. But a bit rougher.

Then the image of Natasha before his eyes starts to turn. And suddenly it's y/n.

Steve's dick twitches at the thought. He doesn't stop. He infact wraps his fingers around himself tighter and gives it a few tugs.

This is wrong. He thinks to himself as he keeps imagining the man instead of the woman. He's dating Natasha he shouldn't even be turned on by this. He's filled with a rush of guilt. But that's oh so quickly replaced with pleasure when he feels a knot in his stomach.

His hand subconsciously moves faster and his head falls back. He holds the shirt over his face practically suffocating. He's so close. But he can't be right? He can't let himself cum to the image of his friend instead of his girlfriend. Right?

He's soon interrupted by the sound of the doors shutting closed. He jumps in surprise and stops everything to look towards the door.

There stands Natasha with a cocky grin as she rests her hands on her hips. "Well hello there Captain." She teased.

Steve flushes with embarrassment. His face heats up and his hand tightens around the shirt.

"Enjoying my scent are we?" She continued to tease as she walked towards the bed. Steve is too focused on the way her hips move to realize what she said and nods anyway.

Her smirk only grows wider as she crawls over to Steve's lap. His breath hitches and his dick twitches. His mind starts to spin. He just imagined y/n as masturbating and now he's going to have sex with his girlfriend?

Those thoughts are immediately thrown away the moment Natasha's lips touch his.

"Fuck" y/n mutters as he holds his suitcase by his side. Tony forgot to pick him up again. Happy is sick so he's definitely not doing that.

Y/n is hit with a shiver but he keeps standing under the bus stop roof while he tries to use his phone even though his fingers are practically frozen.

He dials the first person that comes to his mind that he knows will save him from this breeze.

"Hey?" The voice is breathless.

"hey, Nat... I'm sorry to disturb you this late, but are you home...?" Y/n said with a slight shiver in his voice.

"yeah what's wrong?" Natasha asked concerned.

"My dad forgot to pick me up... And happy Is sick..." The shivering boy said.

"Oh shit. In this weather?" Natasha said with concern and y/n can hear clothes rustling and an... annoyed groan in th background?

Then he hears Steve ask what's wrong. Natasha tells him y/n is stuck outside god knows where.

"Damien is coming back?" Steve asks more with excitement than worry about the younger man's condition.

That warmed y/b's heart in a sense. Knowing that Steve is excited to have him back. But the younger man brushes that thought back and listens to the phone.

"where are you?" Natasha asks.

"uh..." Y/n looks around. "The bus stop by the train station. I'll send you my location." He said. Natasha humed and ended the call.

It didn't take long before Natasha picked y/n up and drove him back to the tower.

Y/n is so happy to finally be back in his warm room. Natasha made sure y/n got all his bags before she went to her room where Steve is still waiting.

Y/n takes his time unpacking and settling in. He's too focused on what he's doing to notice the bed creaking down the hallway.

"Fuck fuck fuck-mhpf!" Steve grunts when Natasha covers his mouth with her hand.

The sound of bed creaking and wet skin slapping against each other fills the room and the hallway while Natasha rides the poor veteran like her life dependents on it.

Her teeth are drawing blood from her lip as she herself tries to stay quiet.

Both Steve and Natasha are still sensitive from their previous round that had to bed abruptly. Especially since their orgasms were ruined by the sudden stop.

But now they won't let anything stop them.

Steve keeps whining and moaning into his girlfriend's hand. Then there it is again. Y/n pops into his mind. And suddenly he feels like it's the younger man riding him and not his girlfriend.

He shuts his eyes tighter trying to fight the thought of it. He can't cum to the thought of another man while his girlfriend is riding him. That's absurd!

Natasha doesn't know what is going through her boyfriend's mind so seeing him shut his eyes so tight makes her believe he's about to climax.

And that makes Natasha panic. Because Steve's not the only one imagining the younger man.

"y/n!" Both Steve and Natasha moan. Natasha's bouncing halts.

Steve's eyes fly open.

Shit. They think to themselves.

They just stare at each other for what feels like forever, but it's only about half a minute because their staring contest is interrupted by a very panicked voice that belongs to none other but y/n.

"Are you guys okay? You called for me!" He said with panic and opened the door.

The room is filled with silence as y/n processes what's happening in front of him.

"Uh..." He said as he looks aside wondering what he should do. Steve and Natasha look at each other. They mentally talk together and look at y/n again.

"Join us." Steve said.

The younger man looks at them with surprise. "W-what?" "Join us."

Y/n bites his lip. This is what he's dreamt of. Should he accept? Fuck he wants to.

He quickly closes the door and locks it.

Natasha and Steve grin and separate. The red-headed girl immediately takes hold of y/n as soon as he reaches the bed and pulls him atop it.

The younger man gasps at the landing and looks at her. He's already growing a tent in his pants.

Natasha is quick to act and strips the younger man so they don't waste any time.

Steve stroked himself as he watched how his girlfriend was so eager to strip another man.

Natasha is pulled into a hungry kiss by the younger man. He's so desperate for her. Both of them actually. He's dreamt of this for so long.

As Natasha and y/n make out she pulls him closer until she can flip them over. Now that Natasha is lying on her back and the younger man is lying on top of her, Steve has the best angle to prep the smaller man.

Y/n gasps and pull back from the kiss when he feels a large hand on the round of his ass. He looks behind his shoulder as he watches how focused Steve is on his ass.

The red headed girl grins and cups the smaller man's cheek to make him face her again. "Now now. Eyes on me pretty boy." She purred before kissing him again.

Y/n tried his best not to react like a virgin when he felt Steve's fingers on his hole. He's not a virgin. It's just been a while since he bottomed.

Steve works fast on prepping the adorable man in front of him. Normally he'd take his time but his climax has been ruined three times today. He's not waiting any longer.

The moment y/n is loose enough to take Steve, the blond man wastes no time and yanks him closer. Y/n let's out a gasp as he's yanked back. He looks over his shoulder and sees that Steve is eagerly applying lube on his dick.

A jolt of adrenaline spikes through his body at the realization he's about to get fucked by Captain America.

He looks before him again, but instead of being met with Natasha's eyes, he's met with her weeping heat.

He watches as Natasha slowly runs her fingers towards her inner lips and parts them. "Hungry?" She asks with a smirk and rests one leg over y/b's shoulder. Her free hand reaches for his hair and pulls him closer.

The closer he gets the more his nose is filled with her scent.

He lets out a gasp when he feels Steve press his lubed tip against his hole. Natasha gasps as the blow of air hits her folds. She lifts her hips and grinds her heat onto y/n's face.

"Shit." The blond man groans as he pushes in.

The younger man moans. He's immediately overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched out. Overwhelmed with the smell of Natasha. Overwhelmed with how hard he's trying to hold it in.

It doesn't take long before he starts lapping at Natasha's weeping entry.

And it doesn't take long before Steve starts thrusting.

Steve starts slow. Now that he's finally inside the man he's been thinking of for so long, he wants to savor it.

Although that gets complicated considering his three times ruined climax builds up dangerously fast.

With the way, y/n is eating like a starved man? Natasha isn't far behind either. Neither is y/n. Considering he's working overtime right now he has zero control of how his body reacts.

"Oh fuck..." Y/n's voice is muffled as he keeps his face pressed into Natasha's weeping cunt while Steve pulls back and pushes back in on a steady slow pace.

"Fuck Steve look at him. Trying so hard to please." Natasha pants as she watches how eager the younger man is to eat her out.

Steve looks too. The sound of his panting, the sound of his tongue smacking against the wet skin. It all makes Steve's head spin.

So he decided to speed up his thrusts. And boy did he.

Y/n gasps, and his hands fly to the sheets on each side of Nat's hips. He has to pull his mouth back for a hit to catch the breath that's been knocked out of him. "Fuck!" He cries out and looks over his shoulder.

Steve's head are gripping his hips so hard his knuckles are turning white, his head is hanging down, his mouth fully open as he pants, lips wet with spit, his hair dangling in front of his hooded eyed that are covered with raw desire. That's all it took.

Y/n is now a shaking moaning mess. He buries his face between Natasha's legs again to hopefully muffle his moans.

Natasha moans immediately. She's really sensitive at this point so just even the feeling of y/n's nose on her clit is all it takes for her thighs to quiver.

It's all a mess. Whoever can hear them probably thinks they're watching badly acted porn that's just filled with high moaning.

Suddenly Natasha's legs wrap around the younger man's head and squeeze. Her hands tug at her hair and her body arches off the bed. Y/n sticks his tongue out flat ready to lick her climax clean.

Steve isn't far behind with his own release. But he wants y/n to cum first. So he'll make him cum first.

Y/n gasps when he feels a large hand wrap around the base of his dick and tug. At this point, he could barely hold himself up, so if Steve continues to stroke him, he will fall face flat in Nat's cunt.

Which...he does. Because Steve didn't show any sign of stopping. His hand works wonders on y/n's dick and his dick works wonders on his sore walls.

The younger man's face is now buried inside Natasha's folds. He can barely breathe but he doesn't care.

Natasha twitches slightly with overstimulation. Her legs loosen around the younger man's head and so do her hands. She tiredly caresses his hair as she watches Steve ravage the poor little man.

She chuckles tiredly and lifts y/n's head up so he rests it on her head instead of suffocating in her folds. The moment she sees his face she giggles.

Eyes hooded, face wet from her climax, mouth wide open. At this point you don't know if it's saliva or Natasha's cum on his chin.

Steve's hips stutter. He's close. He can't hold back anymore. Thankfully y/n cums first, not only because Steve found the perfect angle, but also because his fingers squeezed around y/n's shaft.

The younger man cries out and buries his face in Nat's thigh. The red-headed beauty runs her fingers through his hair to help him through the waves of emotions.

Steve is filled with relief. He can finally cum.

"Guys can you please tone it down?!" Tony yells from behind the door.

That's it. Steve wraps a hand around the younger man's neck and an arm around his chest and lifts him up. He holds him against his chest. He leans down and pants into the overstimulated man's ear. "Scream for me." He said with a rumble in his chest.

He's not getting interrupted from this climax. Not again.

So he snaps his hips more. Y/n's hands fly to Steve's hands. "Fuck!" He cries out.

"Y/n?!" Tony yells with surprise. He thought they just had the TV too loud. Now Tony doesn't know the situation. So of course, he jumps to conclusions. Steve is cheating on Natasha with y/n! But...this is Natasha's room... Is she cheating with him on Steve?

The doors fly open. But Tony doesn't move. He's frozen in place.

Natasha is tiredly circling her clit as she watch Steve pound into y/n with no sign of stopping. Not even with company. Steve is not getting his climax interrupted for the fourth time.

Natasha doesn't seem bothered by it either. She's too tired to care. And y/n? He doesn't even know they're being watched.

The door are shut almost immediately once Tony realises what he's seeing.

Steve and Natasha chuckle but their focus is immediately brought to y/n when he whines. He came again.

The second climax buzzing through him causes his walls to clamp around Steve's dick. That's the last thing Steve needed before he's spilling inside the younger man.

Both men catch their breaths.

Natasha is the first to move. She grabs some wet wipes and cleans herself up. Then she kneels up to press her chest to y/n's chest while Steve holds him to his.

She presses a couple of kisses on the younger man's shoulder before she cleans his face.

Then she wraps her arms around his hips and kisses him gently. He returns it tiredly and leans on her.

Steve takes this as an opportunity to pull out and clean them up.

Once they're all clean they get comfortable under the sheets with y/n being sandwiched between the couple.

Y/n's face has a drunken smile as his face is rested in Steve's pecs. Natasha is pressed closely against his back while Steve has an arm around the both of them.

They all slept like the dead.

Besides Tony.

Who was strongly confused about how his son got here, and what just happened.

Maybe if he didn't forget and picked his son up instead this wouldn't have happened. He won't be able to look him in the eyes again.

Which he will have to because he needs a serious chat with him in the morning...

[slaaverin]

I know many will say I'm being anti or wtv but i still haven't fully believed they sleep in the same room not because i don't want to or anything but it's just that we don't have any idea about the internal room arrangements and i have seen some (jk solos) posting ss from that website where soldiers talk about their experiences and i have seen different soldiers have different experiences. Even companions saying they weren't in the same unit as their companion etc. i mean that's what i have have read from those ss and since I'm not korean and I don't have anyone personally telling me how it goes in sk military I'm always 50/50 witj all the information that comes unless it's confirmed solidly.

Jimin said "conversation with jungkook before going to bed" now this can mean that they both sleep in the same room or they don't is also an interpretation because he could be talking with jungkook u know like hangout a little (like jk said they both go away from other soldiers to sing out loud) and then go separate ways to their respective rooms. I mean that's also an option so idk how much they're sleeping together side by side but what we 100% know is that they both see each other daily, talk to each other about their future about armys, they go away from others to have their little time together to sing to talk etc and that's sooo beautiful.

I understand your point anon,

We indeed don't know their sleeping arrangements. But to me the fact he said they talk before bed kinda implies they must not be very far apart, if not next to each other.

Of course they could hang out too, like go to somewhere a little secluded where they are alone to talk about more serious things.

Both could be true.

I feel that being in the buddy system, it would make sense for them to be in close proximity for sleep too.

But we don't know.

In truth, that's not that important.

The most important is that they get to spend time together, and have these talks, and be there for one another.

Even if they have different jobs, we saw how many times they've been together to sign all of these autographs, and it's a lot.

I understand you wanting to be accurate about this.

We'll probably know exactly once they come out.

It's a small detail to me because what if they're not next to each other? They will go to their beds to sleep anyway it's what it's made for. It's fine for me if they get to talk and hang out on their "quiet time" before that. It's not a few meters during a time where they are unconscious that will make any difference about anything lol

I'm sure they already spend enough time together.

And they also do on their vacation 🤭

Anyway I always assumed they're at least close by for sleep, but I guess we'll wait to hear about their little stories to know for sure

Thanks for pointing that out,

Take care 💜

[lunarleonardo]

Do you have an idea of what you're going to write next ?

Yes... And No.

The current plan is to write my dragon fic. I looove dragons, and I've always loved fics that make my favs dragons. Hoarding Humans is a good example of that ;P I really wanna do it myself! I feel a little weird directly using the concept of HH (just the idea of a dragon's hoard being humans! i've been obsessed with it ever since!!)... I know there's a whole Inspired tab thing on ao3 but remember I was brought up in the animation meme community trenches. I've seen some very vile things said to ""copycats"" (and it's usually just somebody who took inspiration off of someone elses art style or a certain part of another persons meme @_@ don't get me STARTED on the ragebait...) and I am not in the proper emotional state to handle that right now QwQ

However that doesn't mean I can't write about dragons. I have some ideas in mind-- I've properly conceptualized my go-to fantasy world for AUs like this. I know who the main cast would generally be (DICE! Kokichi rounds up some of his classmates from in game :P so people like Gonta, K1B0, Miu, Kaede, Rantaro. . . maybe Kirumi? I have lore trust me. I'm cooking.) I know the main premise of the story, and it goes into my own bullshit with dragons, because lord knows I ever follow any actual myths or tales (´ﾟωﾟ｀) (i read wings of fire that's good enough for me!!!)

I am still trying to learn how to draw dragons in a way I like though. Here's my concept for Maki and Shuichi ^^"

Overall the chances of this fic happening after HGH, as of right now, are fairly high. This is what I plan to write once I'm done with HGH.

But please, please please keep in mind that I . . . am absolutely horrible with making promises about my fics. I'm so forgetful I forget to even check my notes to see what I've forgotten. T_T my fics would be a tiny bit better than they are now if I actually kept track of wtf im doing. maybe i should make a checklist.

Point is, I don't know if this is what I'll write once HGH is done. I've done some estimating and while, for once, I do not have a concrete ending in mind, I can guess how long this'll be. I think... it might be around as long as M5? Somewhere around that 130k mark. Again!! I'm not sure!! I need to figure out what I'm gonna be doing for the non-Tsumugi half of the "recovery" arc, so who knows what the word count for this is gonna be T_T. MY POINT!! MY POINT IS THAT!!! It could change. By the time I'm done with HGH, I might write this dragon fic. I might write a differeny fic. Or I'll lose motivation to write anything for a bit. Lord I am yapping so I'll move on

Que transition, with all that being said, I do have Other ideas in mind!! Ones I've been sitting on for a while!

ONE. Saimatsu mansion :D I've mentioned it here and there, but the idea is that Shuichi and Kaede are plopped on an island and have to escape. It's one of those more out there ideas G_G and I haven't really descended into my full levels of insanity yet (wait until i start posting my crossover aus /j), but this would be bordering on it. I have some more minor ideas for this one, but I haven't rlly explored it yet :'3

TWO. remember unexpendable? yeah so i. i really really like crossover aus. almost as much as i like giving them superpowers. I was thinking of an Undertale x DR fic where I drop Shuichi into the underground. Undertale is super special to me,, it got me out of a really dark place. My favorite OC of mine (Montserrat<3) is an Undertale OC! So I think it'd be a lot of fun, especially since Danganronpa is basically the reason I'm like?? actually living now XD I got a job because posting my DR fics helped me overcome enough of my social anxiety to get employed. So!! It'd be nice. i also think shuichi and papyrus would get along do NOT @ me also undyne would scare the shit out of him. Anyways I dunno if this would be another oneshot, considering the, uh. length of the game. and how insane i could rlly go if i went into the neutral /genocide route stuff too. I dunno. It'd be fun :P i also have doodles wait

THREE. I don't know what could and couldn't be used for a plot twist so I'll keep it vague, but basically it's a fic that involves the ENTIRE CAST. A bit of a challenge for myself. Everyone's back! And all of the blackeneds revert to, like... HGH levels of despairs. So it's up to everyone whos still normal to find a way to make them also normal before, uh. things get worse. TV GIRL BLAST 💥 (oh yeah this would be a kaede-centric fic! her pov for the majority. i had a lot of fun writing her during Unexpendable and i miss her </3)

FOUR. i got really into in stars and time so now i'm even more not normal about time loops. so let's put shuichi in another one! but i wanted to shake it up a bit and really let my less canon-reliant, more creative side flow a bit. It'd also be kind of a message to myself about life... WHATEVER Thats not important. What is important is, hey! I've been watching WAY too many Minecraft ARG analysises than what could possibly be considered healthy for my anxiety, so now I want to sic a bunch of them on Shuichi. this things unfinished because i only have very vague ideas for a few of the loops... but the overarching idea is that even the smallest (but impactful!) change in a choice can lead to an entirely different loop, with an entirely different entity. and during all of the loops, shuichi gets little bits and pieces to the bigger picture, which will break him out of the loops. idk this seems like a big and tiring project so this is more of a "maybe" than the others but i still think it's cool :')

FIVE. ok this one isn't danganronpa... remember when I said I was super into In Stars and Time? I wanted to write an ISAT fic. Siffrin and Bonnie are so so special to me and i wanted to indulge in that. I haven't rlly been writing in my oneshots though so I don't really have a grip on writing anyone from ISAT,, so. :( i have to spiral into full insanity privately before i can determine what is safe to show the internet /hj

And that is all I can think of off the top of my head. :P These ideas have been brewing for quite a bit, and ones that have actual ideas to them. I dunno which one I'll write first... or even if I'll write them. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Who knows? Maybe I'll break my rules about writing two fics at a time. Just give me time ... and please be patient. I can only write so fast ＼(_ _)

[shadesofmauve]

In most cases I moved clusters to make routes clearer, not to suggest they were actually in a different location (with a few exceptions if the text indicated they should be somewhere specific). Because clusters are so far apart, relay connections matter more to galactic tactics than absolute location*. Hence the visual distance from Sol to Arcturus; at this scale they should overlap, but it'd make the map useless, so they don't. I'm assuming that happens a lot, so to some extent it's more like a tube-station map than a geographic one. Of course, if you accept this it makes the map even more a matter of guesswork, because you can't trust proximity.

(Yikes, so sorry I haven't been using read-mores, y'all)

"going with what what you suggest can entail a) changing the relative positions of some clusters to shorten the distance between them to make it possible for them to be linked by a secondary relay (which you're already doing), b) challenge and/or tweak and/or discard the primary/secondary relay distinction, or c) both."

D) none of the above. ;) Specifically, rather than moving clusters closer, the other way to make these connections is by adding un-named clusters in the middle. That would allow for a primary-relay type distance ("Thousands of light years") to be covered by several secondary-relays ("hundreds of light years").

Unfortunately, that doesn't jive with the canon that Harsa<-->Exodus is a direct connection! it also breaks the 'tree' structure, and that structure is lore-important (all roads lead to the Citadel).

(...speaking of which, I'm also deleting the Arcturus<-->Serpent route. Humanity just can't have that kind of access to the Citadel until they've colonized Exodus.)

So, I'm seeing a "secondary relay" option that screws up the map patterns, or ignoring the secondary/primary distinction and adding more primary point-to-point relays... but then we're stuck, again, at wondering how these species managed to avoid each other.

Oh — here's another possibility! It seems silly, given the amount of exploration, but:

relays "are "cold" objects that don't emit any form of heat or radiation, unlike starships, making them difficult to find..."

Could the Harsa-Exodus and Aethon-Apien be primary relays that are farther out from their stars than expected, unnoticed because space is big?

Admittedly, it sounds a little bit like Holly's excuse, but the Normandy's stealth drive also relies on "space is big, maybe no one is looking exactly here". (They leave no heat traces to find them later, but are still visible if there's light and if you're looking in the right place at the right time). Such a 'hidden' relay would have to be far enough from it's star that there's not much visible light.

Like a blocked or difficult-to-open relay, the idea holds more water if there are other obvious avenues of exploration to take their attention. You might not explore too carefully out near the heliopause if you had obvious greener pastures through another relay nearby.

*The big caveat here is that speed and travel time is another giant can of worms in Mass Effect. The actual numbers put the standard FTL cruising speed at 4380 times the speed of light ("12 light years in a day"), with reapers considerably faster. That means that without relays you could cross the galaxy in a bit over twenty years (if you could go through the middle and didn't have to stop for pee breaks drive discharge). If they're really going that fast, suddenly Arcturus is only three days away from Sol without bothering with relays, and absolute location in space matters more again. (Personally, I deal with this by slowing everyone the fuck down. It makes relay dependence and 'holding' a relay against the reapers make a lot more sense if they go "only" 2000x the speed of light, instead of 4380. But how much you buy that speed # makes a difference in what kind of map is useful to your military).

Mass Effect galaxy map

(For the Rhi Shepard universe)

I've been writing, if by 'writing' one means 'making a new galaxy map to use as a reference, because I'm too picky.'

I copied some symbology from Droot1986's excellent galaxy map. I also used Engorn's map as a reference, but ultimately the clusters and connections are based on the wiki. All systems within a cluster are listed, with inhabited planets in parentheses.

(...yeah, I should probably make a legend, but I only made it for my reference, so).

Features/changes

The relay in the Sol system only connects to Arcturus. This is how it's supposed to work in canon lore; Arcturus is important because it's a gateway system, while Sol is a dead end.

(Also, Sol is now in basically the right place compared to the underlying artist's impression of the milky way. Thank you NASA.)

Batarian's now have some space of their own, because lumping all batarian space into the human Systems Alliance was just BEGGING for a war. Like, WTF. Their government is flat out evil but that doesn't mean we just get to say their planets are ours now.

Combined inner and outer council space because idgaf.

There's a new, boringly named relay between Kite's Nest, Petra, and Exodus, because I needed one in chapter 14.

If a cluster had written lore about where it was in the galaxy, I tried to reflect that — so Styx Theta, Hawking Eta, and the Pangea Expanse are all close to the galactic core, Sentry Omega is on a political border, etc. Otherwise, I adjusted location to make the relay routes clearer. (Also I wanted the giant hub that is Omega to be almost opposite the Serpent Nebula and the Citadel)..

I imagine that there are actually a LOT more mapped clusters in Council Space than we see; they were just never relevant to the game. If not, the vaunted 'all relays lead to the Citadel' reaper web is just flat out wrong. Omega has more connections, and quite a few other clusters have as many. If there are more inhabited clusters in Citadel Space it also makes the veritable explosion of humanity look a little less ridiculous. (Seriously, humans have been on the galactic scene for thirty years. LOOK at how far we've gone. Council races are right to be freakin' terrified, the Sol system was like one of those plants with exploding seed pods where you bump it and POOF now they're EVERYWHERE). So let's assume the rest of the galaxy is as cluttered as Systems Alliance space, it's just not been relevant to our anthropocentric bag of dicks worldview.

Anyway. What the fuck is even up with the Attican Traverse?

[bottombaron]

watching the nandermo tag is like watching my parent's devorce

mom: "you never showed me you loved me!"

dad: "thats not true, i got your car's oil changed that one time!"

[seventh-district]

sighs and collapses and disintegrates into the wind

[ceiling-karasu]

I had a dream about the Ray Bradbury story All Summer in a Day (because a plane dripped water on me while I was trying to doze in my assigned seat?? Just decided to ignore that at least we were finally ON the plane at that point). That one where humanity has bases on Venus, and it rains all day except for the one time every seven years. Anyway, the classmates lock a girl from Earth in a closet because they think she is making things up about this 'sun' thing.

Which later somehow started making me think of Dalnim living in a small apartment by himself, but some misunderstandings make his classmates think he was living under a local bridge. Then one entire week, it rains super hard, and starts flooding rivers, and some of the classmates freak out and lock Dalmin in a school closet over night/the weekend 'for his own good,' on the idea that they don't want Dalmin to fall asleep and get swept away to drown. Which only increases everyone's misunderstandings of one another.

But yeah, in the dorms sounds nice! Plus, work-study programs where he and everyone else can find out about the archives and photography. Maybe Sena is a guest lecturer one day.

I don't know much about what high schools are like nowadays. I remember 7 classes, but some days you had to rotate (class A M-W-F at 10 am, class B T-Th at 10 am), so it was technically more.

I just wound up writing about Tokgasi because parts of Lightning Rod were starting to focus on the aftermath of Aekku's secret document. Like, was everyone caught in one swoop, or did some of the agents notice others getting captured and run off somewhere? And why is the Tokgasi group named after this one individual? Has he done operations like this before?

Personally, I am also kind of obsessed with Field Mouse Number 8.

We see that he was apparently not chosen by Aekku, but is still away on a mission somewhere. Why was he not chosen? Where is he? Will Mulmangcho disguising as him have repercussions? If he is a field mouse/dormouse, and was actually known reasonably enough around the base that Mulmangcho could disguise as him without anyone asking questions, then he was probably close to Commander Jogjebi like the other field mice. Which means he could be off on a spying mission somewhere as part of Jogjebi or the Special Forces' groups. If Commander Jogjebi is gone, what would that mean for his mission if he is on one?

Yeah, maybe the past parts are good to have first. They are entertaining to read, so far.

The layout would be for the farmhouse villa in Lily Bell. Technically I have it all written out in the story, so the details are already there and I can take some liberties. Nothing really seems to contradict itself, but making an actual schematic is hard. I'll have to do it by hand. But, I have figured out I can make something by hand, upload it, and then trace over something in another layer and hide the first layer. So that's nice. Less worried about merging layers and more annoyed that sometimes I can't use the fill function in certain sections anymore after random periods of time. I am learning to use layers when I make clothing, though.

I kind of wish I could have gotten to know my grandfathers, but they both passed away young due to issues with heavy smoking.

I was thinking 'beauty and gracefulness' for Nayeon, for reasons that will come out much later. But yeah, at the moment, they are just not letting Nayeon figure out the truth about Jollin, since her interest in helping the neighbor distracts her from missing her parents, I guess. Plus, she would be bonding with someone who is also missing their parents, from everyone else's perspective.

It wouldn't have been only a simple reference. I was planning on writing more chapters involving perspectives from Geumsaegi, Juldarami, and Flower Hill and their search/investigations to figure out what happened to Bamsaegi. Which would have included a lot of dredging the ocean floor for a bit, and secret internal investigations. So a bit of a duel story going on there. But a soft romance just seemed disrespectful.

Thank you very much for the feedback! It means a lot to me. Although I think the amount of research you put into your own stories is great as well! And you are way better at the naming conventions and Hangul than I could ever be.

Something I did while I was waiting for class.

I don’t know if she would be a new character of mine. But if she was, she would be working as an archivist or doing something based around culture. Idk. She isn’t a character I would place in OFP since she wouldn’t be a solider. She would have been exempted.

The quality came out a bit wonky

[skywitchmaja]

sometimes it does feel like everyone in world is conspiring to piss me off. but at the same time.. people also say nice things to me, so it’s hard to say really

[featherfur]

I have once again fallen to the trap of ‘Let me re-read my own work, surely I won’t go “wow when is this guy gonna finish it?” This time!’

The worst part is that it’s not even fanfic so I can’t even see if anyone’s completed a similar version. No one but me knows these guys exist but someone need to take them out of my head and put them on paper dammit.

(That person is me but that does not mean my annoyance with it is not there)

[sabertoothwalrus]

tips for getting people to like your ocs

*disclaimer: this is based on what’s worked for me, aka an artist that likes to make comics/storyboards. so this advice is directed at people who do that

you can do things like this:

Which is fun! Character sheets like this are great, especially for personal reference! But frankly, I don’t think most people engage with this (at least I personally don’t). You could have the coolest character in the world, but it will be harder for most people to feel invested when they’re presented so neutrally like this.

My main piece of advice is: get better at writing.

That might sound harsh when said like that, but let me explain what I mean! (Not trying to imply you’re bad at writing either!)

What I tend to do is just throw characters into situations with as little handholding as I can. Give enough context that readers can follow along, but don’t feel like they’re being explained to.

what can you learn about the characters through their designs alone? (age, personality, economic status, occupation, etc)

what can you learn about the characters’ relationship though their interactions alone? (are they close? familial? romantic? is there hostility? are they tense/relaxed?)

what are the characters currently doing? what were they doing previously (how long have they been talking)? what are they going to do next? can you convey this without dialogue?

how do they feel about what they are doing? are they content? focused? over/understimulated? would they rather be doing something else?

where are they? does it matter? would establishing a setting in at least one panel clarify the scene? is there anything in the enviroment that could tell some of the story?

what time of day is it? what time of year is it? what is the weather like?

Now, with all this in mind, I'm going to give you another example. I'm going to use completely brand new characters for the sake of the experiment, so you won't have any bias (aka I can’t use Protagonist from above, since you already know all about him).

Did this get more of an emotional response from you than the first example? Why do you think so? Who are these characters? How do they know each other? What else can you infer about them? What happened? Who is "she"?

Now, you don't have to actually answer all those questions. But think about them! You can tell people a whole lot about your characters without ever showing them a list of their likes and dislikes.

Obviously, comics aren't the only way to get people invested in your original characters! But regardless, easily digestible formats will grab people's attention faster than huge blocks of text, and comics are a lot less work than doing wholeass storyboards.

Now go and share your ocs with the world!!!