#yes laser eyes are sensitive

[stxrsniolo]

๑ ˓˓ crash and burn ㅤ࣭ㅤ ★

𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 notes : dear reader, this story will unfold over approximately 15 chapters, all of which have been meticulously outlined by yours truly (aka me, yes). it���s a slow burn between the characters, filled with a little bit of everything—from scenes not suitable for sensitive audiences to purely comedic moments, and even the classic teenage drama you’d expect from characters navigating this stage of life.

𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 pairing : exchange student!reader x hockey player!matt

Chapter 11: the revelation

the morning after the stars had borne witness to their private moment, the school was abuzz, the news of matt and y/n's relationship spreading like wildfire; whispers turned into conversations, glances into stares, as the image from y/n's snap story circulated among the students.

matt, with his brothers chris and nick in tow, drove up to the school in his car, the anticipation thick in the air.

as they stepped out, matt and y/n held hands, a silent but powerful statement of their union. chris, ever the social butterfly, was all grins and winks, while nick, with his sharp wit and flamboyant style, seemed ready to take on any detractors with a quip.

as they walked through the school gates, they were met with a mix of reactions: some students cheered, friends of both giving nods of approval and smiles of support; but there were others, those with envy or scorn in their eyes, mumbling under their breaths or casting judgmental looks.

"look at them, acting like they're the only ones in love," one girl whispered to her friend, her voice dripping with jealousy.

"he's gonna get distracted now," a hockey teammate muttered, his tone suggesting betrayal rather than concern.

matt squeezed y/n's hand, signaling his support, his resolve clear. they faced the scrutiny together, their steps in sync, their heads held high, the whispers following them until the bell rang, signaling the start of the day.

the day's tension, however, was a mere prelude to the evening's game, one that nobody warned y/n about but that her now "bros-in-law" dragged her to; the school gymnasium was electric with energy for the hockey match against their rivals, the air sharp with the scent of ice and the anticipation of battle. y/n sat in the stands, between nick and chris, wearing a jersey with matt's number, her presence a beacon of support.

on the ice, the tension was palpable.

matt, with his eyes like lasers, skated with a ferocity that was both thrilling and terrifying, and in one intense moment, he collided with a rival player, their bodies slamming against the boards with a sound that echoed through the rink. "that's my brother!" chris shouted, his pride evident, while nick, never one to miss a moment, quipped, "and he's not even warmed up yet."

matt, undeterred by the hit, quickly regained his footing, his stick already in motion to pass the puck to a teammate.

his aggressive play continued; he checked another opponent, sending him sprawling, the crowd's reaction a mix of gasps and cheers. y/n's eyes were wide, her heart racing with each of matt's moves, her hands gripping the edge of her seat.

the game was a seesaw of momentum.

when the rival team scored, chris groaned, "come on, matt, show 'em what you got!"

nick, however, was more strategic, analyzing the play, "their defense is weak on the left; that's where we strike next."

matt heard the crowd, felt y/n's gaze, and with a fierce determination, he led a counterattack; he dodged a defender with a swift move, his body low to the ice, and shot the puck with a precision that found its way past the opposing goalie, tying the game.

the stands erupted, y/n jumping up, her cheer the loudest, a mix of relief and pride in her voice.

as the game neared its end, the tension was at its peak, and matt, in one final play, received a pass, faked out an opponent, and with a deft move, scored the game-winning goal.

he buzzer sounded, victory theirs, and the crowd erupted, chants for matt filling the air, yet, in the midst of the celebration, a cheerleader, caught up in the moment or seeking attention, approached matt with an overly enthusiastic hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek that lingered too long. y/n, witnessing this from the stands, felt a pang of hurt, of insecurity.

her eyes stung, her heart sinking as she stood, her movements quick, her exit abrupt and neither chris nor nick managed to catch her in time, their calls for her to wait lost in the cacophony of celebration.

matt, caught in the post-game rush, didn't see y/n leave. he pushed the cheerleader away, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, looking for y/n in the sea of faces, but she was gone.

as the crowd thinned, victory celebrations moving elsewhere, matt found chris and nick, his concern immediate. "where's y/n?" his voice was thick with worry, his accent sharpening the question.

chris, eager to join the post-game festivities, gave matt a sympathetic look. "she took off, man, really upset." with that, chris left, his charm and social energy pulling him towards the party.

the gym was nearly empty now, the echo of the game still lingering.

nick, sensing his brother's distress, stayed back. "sit down, matt," he said, his voice softer, his usual dramatic flair subdued by the moment. "talk to me."

matt sat, his head in his hands, his emotions a rare display, his jersey still drenched from the game.

he looked up, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and love. "bro, this shit's wild," he started, his voice cracking slightly.

"i just like her so much." he glanced at the empty stands where y/n had been, then back at nick. "like, i’d take a punch straight to the face just ‘cause she said blue’s her favorite color, you know..." he shook his head, running a hand through his hair, the tension of the game still coursing through him. "...but if she ever switched it to red, dude, i'd bleed out for her, no hesitation."

nick sat next to him, his arm around matt's shoulders, offering a grounding presence. "i can see that, man. you're really all in with her."

matt clenched his fists, his voice rising with passion. "if we ever broke up and none of us made it out alive, man, i'd show the next one she's worth dying for, i swear..." he paused, his gaze distant, then returned to nick, "and i know i'm not even that kinda guy, but for her, i’d go to war, hands down."

"matt, you've never talked like this about anyone," nick said, his tone sincere, his usual wit taking a backseat to this moment of vulnerability. "it's kinda poetic, in a you way."

matt leaned back, his gaze now on the ceiling, as if searching for words in the shadows. "i'd have set myself on fire, if it meant keeping her warm," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and love.

he turned to look at nick, his eyes intense. "it's just... i don't know how to show her all this, you know? how to make her see it."

"i'd give up my eyes, i swear to god, if it’d make her see i'm the one for her, you feel me?" matt's voice was earnest, almost pleading, his hands now gripping his knees, his knuckles white.

"yeah, i feel you," nick replied, his hand on matt's shoulder, a comforting weight. "but sometimes, showing someone you're there isn't about the grand gestures, it's about the small, consistent ones. like, remember when you used to forget your homework, and i'd cover for you? It's like that, but with feelings."

matt sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "sometimes it’s a struggle to show her i'm right here for her, even if i know we're both kinda messed up already, you know."

"you're not alone in this," nick assured him, his tone shifting from playful to serious. "she knows you're trying, but you got to talk to her, explain what happened. you can't let her think you'd choose anyone else over her, even if it's just some cheerleader getting caught up in the moment."

matt stood up, pacing, the energy of the game still in his limbs. "i just... i want her to know i'm not playing games; this isn't some hockey match where i can just score and move on."

"it's real for me, nick."

"then go make it real for her," nick encouraged, standing up as well, his voice firm but supportive. "you've always been the one to fight for what you want on the ice, now do it off it, go find her, matt, show her she's not just part of the game; she's the whole damn reason you're playing."

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[olivianott]

THE LASERS ARE LOOKING

• AU DJ!Theo x fem!reader, all characters are adults

• explicit, not for minors, MDNI

• public sex

• I give you one try to guess what’s my fyp build of at the moment 😌

The music is loud. The air is foggy and you feel the pumping of the bass in your whole body. This rave was not your idea, your friends dragged you with them. Now you are actually grateful, it’s so much fun, finally letting go of your worries and losing yourself in the music for a while. Music so loud, you can’t hear your brain. Bliss.

And you did lose yourself, even in the space, suddenly separated from your friends, right up against the little podium where the DJ is jumping and dancing to his music. What a weirdo. Dressed in all black with a kind of tactical vest and a white mask on his head, you could only see his eyes through the black mesh. Hmmm… weird but kinda sexy, you must admit.

He is pumping his arms in the air, people around you losing their minds, you love the atmosphere of this place. For once you feel the animalistic nature of the people, sweat and heat, the eroticism takes you off guard a little bit but you like what you feel and you’ve been enjoying it all night. Lust. At one point you feel hands snake around your waist and roam against your hips and thighs. Yes. This is what you’ve been missing. You have been longing for a human touch for a while now and this place made you so horny, you did not even flinch when this… you turn your head to look behind your shoulder… man touched you. Oh, he is sexy. Dark eyes looking at you through hooded lids, slightly curly hair falling down onto his nose, while his hand is now traveling up through the center of your ribcage to settle on your neck, slightly turning your head so he can whisper right into your ear:

“I’ve never seen anything sexier than you dancing.” The funny thing was, now that he was wrapped around you, you could not jump and dance, you were both just slowly grinding against each other, ignoring the rhythm of the music and just swaying in your own world. You felt his hard cock against your ass, and his hands on your thighs felt like the most erotic gesture you could imagine. Your whole body started tingling when his mouth sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck.

You opened your eyes, without even knowing when you’d closed them, and what you didn’t see was that there was another DJ up in the booth now. The music was still playing, however, so you didn’t feel like that was anything important.

You leaned your head back against your new friend's shoulder and ground your ass against his hips again, making yourself incredibly horny and your panties wet.

“I’m Theo by the way.”

You felt bold so you leaned in and whispered back into his ear:” Good, now I know what to scream when you fuck me finally.” His smirk was so devious and sexy, you felt like you’ll melt like a puddle at his feet. Somehow you both realized you were at the edge of the crowd now, near the corner, in the dark, only occasionally, a laser or a reflector passed through this space, illuminating you both for a second and then moving on again.

Perfect spot. Theo seemed to realize it too because his hands got bold, roaming from your hips, and thighs over the seem of your tight pants, sending a jolt through your clit and goosebumps all over your body. Slowly, as if to let you stop him, one of his hands played with the button on your pants. Finally opening it, one of his hands dipped into your pants and panties, finding your pussy soaked and ready.

“Oh fuck me.” You heard him groan and felt him squeezing your throat a little bit with his other hand, his cock grinding into your ass harder now.

“You’re fucking soaked, devolina, you’ve been desperate for this, haven’t you?”

Your moans thankfully lost to the music, you soared higher and higher with his fingers playing with your slick pussy, sliding erotically over your clit back and forth.

“Look at all these people, unaware. Does it turn you on that someone can easily look and see you enjoying my fingers in your pussy, you little slut?”

All you could do was groan and moan in response, Theo’s fingers now finding their way from your neck up into your mouth, pressing against your tongue, making you lose your fucking mind. The sensations got so intense, you’ve never felt like this, your whole body on fire, eyes closed, teeth clamping down on his fingers, pussy squeezing around nothing, desperately pulsing and clit firing sparks into your system, suddenly overloaded. A second of complete contentment, quiet, calm, and then your whole body arched against him, convulsing in ecstasy, you don’t know if you’re screaming, falling, or passing out, but Theo is holding you up, still flicking your clit, prolonging your orgasm and enjoying the pain of your teeth clamping on his fingers, shivers traveling through your whole body.

“My name on your lips is better than any music I can play. Maybe you’ll be my favorite instrument from now on.”

When you are more steady on your feet, he steps around you to look you in the eyes and says “I have to go play another set now, be sure to stand in front of the booth.” He ends with a wink and a smirk while putting his white mask back on.

FUCK.

When he climbs up to the booth, you watch him as he rolls his mask up over his mouth and puts his fingers in his mouth, theatrically licking his fingers. The crows goes wild with this and they don’t even know what he just did. You button up your pants and move through the people to stand in front of the booth, unbuttoning your bra under your shirt to continue the show. His only saving grace is the DJ booth hiding his uncomfortably packed pants.

As aslways, thank you for reading, hope you liked it.

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[archerdork]

it's been a decade but i'm still not over the insanity that is the movie Jupiter Ascending

spoilers ahead, but this movie was slammed when it was released. sitting pretty at a 27%/38% on rotten tomatoes, it was critiqued on essentially every single aspect by a large majority of viewers. almost everyone hated it. almost.

i can't speak for what the the wachowskis actually intended, but this movie is a homage to every 12 year old dreamer writing acidentally self insert stories with unrestrained enthusiasm.

the main character played by Mila Kunis is named Jupiter. no literally. Jupiter Jones.

movie opens with Jupiter living an uneventful, monotonous life. there's a montage of her waking up early, going to work as a house cleaner, waking up early, going to work as a house cleaner, repeat.

within 20 minutes of runtime she is about to be murdered by aliens but is saved bridal carry style by channing tatum rolling in on hover skates. yes exactly what you're picturing. he also has a laser gun that barks when he shoots it. no im not kidding.

channing tatum is a wolf man hybrid. his name is Caine Wise. yes, "dog man", exactly, his name is literally Dog Man. he has pointy ears. "bred for the military but that didn't work out for me". after he saves Jupiter, she is unconscious and wakes up with a gun next to her bc Caine "thought it would make her feel better". he is Guarded and Rough yet Kind and Gentle.

it is later in the movie revealed he used to have wings, pretty feather angel-wings looking wings, but they were ripped off because he broke the rules. he has scars on his back. it's all very man pain. the movie makes a poorly masked point of talking about how he's a wolf man without a pack while the camera is pointed at Jupiter.

Jupiter spends most of the movie alternating between fainting, being kidnapped and holding her own against people wanting to kill her. you know, she's Powerful and Cool and Kickass but also has hunky yet sensitive men saving her. at one point a man who planned to murder Jupiter insults her and Caine, pointing a gun at the guy, asks Jupiter "may i kill him" through his teeth but she says no so he doesn't. (she has a guard dog she literally has a guard dog im-).

she has several wardrob changes and she's either dressed in flannels, snassy space movie outfits or the most beautiful dresses you could imagine.

another character is Stinger Apini played by Sean Bean. he's a human honey bee hybrid. im still not joking. he gets little gold hexagon in his eyes sometimes. he uses "beeswax" as a swear.

while Caine and Stinger have a little "you betrayed me last time we saw each other" fight, a bunch of Stinger's bees start swarming Jupiter, following her movements like some kind of avatar water bending powers. this means she's royalty. because "bee's are genetically designed to recognize royalty" (sean bean says this with a completely straight face for which he deserves an award). Jupiter is space royalty. queen, to be exact. she's queen of a bunch of planets, including earth.

Jupiter Jones, normal human girl from a boring, monotonous life, is Queen of Earth.

she's one of the most important people in the universe and has a hot wolf man saving her at every turn. this movie was written for every little sensitive, creative child inside the heart of a adult clinging to their imagination and dreams.

the movie has about eight bad guys but oscar-winner and acclaimed actor eddie redmayne plays the top bad guy. eddie did this movie coming off the backs of Les Misérables and The Theory of Everything. i can only assume the casting director knew about a murder he’s committed and blackmailed him into doing this movie.

eddie's character name is Balem Abrasax (a fine, 'character name generator'-name) and he either whispers or blows out the speakers.

one hour into the movie it takes a break and does a 'space bureaucracy is like the DMV'-bit as Jupiter, with the help of a robot named Intergalactic Advocate Bob, tries to claim her title as queen. there's a montage where they are sent around to get documents so they can get other documents so they can get other documents only they can't get those documents before submitting the first document and-

jupiter gets a cool glowing tattoo on her wrist and then the movie jumps back into space opera and she's kidnapped and saved a few more times.

jupiter tries so hard to seduce Caine but he resist bc He's Broken and Dangerous and Does Not Deserve Her. the third act kicks off with Jupiter (the person) inside Jupiter (the planet) with Balem who will most certinly hurt her, so Stinger give Caine a pep talk about how much he loves Jupiter and he has to go save her.

mind, they've known each other for about two days and Jupiter has been kidnapped three times so they've only spent about half of that time together. but it's TRUE LOVE goddamnit. Caine looks like he's about to cry when Stinger tells him to go after the girl. then he sets his jaw very masculinely and proceed to fly a little spacecraft though the storm clouds dodging lightning

they kiss during the last fight, defeat the last bad guy and then movie cut to later. now Jupiter is waking up early and happily go about cleaning houses, only she pauses to look at the glowing tattoo on her wrist proving she owns Earth and after work she goes on a date with her wolf man boyfriend who got his wings back so now she uses the hover boots and they go flying together. the end.

movie has so many stupid little quips and bits and funny quotes. the amount of fanfic tropes used would kill you if you did a take a shot-game. it's so silly. so so silly. it's stupid and the pacing is atrocious and the dialouge is so campy it hurts sometimes and the action scenes are a mess of visual effects than nearly give you motion sickness and they are about ten minutes each which is nine minutes to long and i love this movie with all my heart.

it's the most comfort movie to ever comfort. it's little younger me sitting up at night dreaming up insane stories. it's younger me pretending to hoverboard alongside the car on long drives. it's wanting to feel special and loved and go on cool adventures. it's endless imagination wrapped up in a stupid little story with stupid little characters with stupid little names written with pure love for the child inside every creative person.

i will die defending this movie. go watch it

[nickscodthoughtsblog]

Shot in the Dark (König/Nikto)

hey gang. I had a thought infest my brain and now im sharing it with you guys. something a little different to x Reader fics i've been writing, but hear me out on this one. König/Nikto. first time actually writing for Nikto but i took the time to understand his character. and yes i will write more of this so i hope you like it :)

There was a pretty wide assortment of people König worked with in KorTac. Hutch, Fender, Roze… On the field, he saw how each one of them fit their roles and excelled in them. Off the field, he saw them as friends. Some took longer to bond with, like getting Calisto to warm up to him, while others just gravitated towards him. He’ll always remember how quickly he bonded with Horangi. And, even if some of the others found it strange, he couldn’t help his habit of wanting to know the people he was trusting his six with better than just their skill sets.

There was, however, one person he never got the chance to exchange even one word with, and didn’t even know the name of. Not someone new, though. He would notice from time to time, how the man sat alone, away from everyone, his mask always worn and his eyes distant. The only person he’s seen talk to him was Krueger, and it never seemed like it was a long chat. The last time he asked his fellow Austrian about him, all he got was “Don’t worry about him” and a dismissive wave. Not his name, not his relation to Krueger, not even a hint of his nature. 

And he tried to leave it alone. On his pride, he tried. With Krueger out on deployment, he only noticed more and more how the man sat alone, in the same places at the same time, like he was waiting for the one person he had a chance to talk to. Miserable, König thought, to wait so long alone. He couldn’t help his feet carrying him over to the man in the mess hall, away from the group he normally ate with. 

Maybe his sister was right, when she kept saying he was too empathetic for his own good. 

As he came to stand at the table, the man looked up to him. “Krue-” He stopped upon seeing that the sniper hood König wore was significantly different from what the other austrian wore. “Wrong person.” He went back to staring at the room blankly. 

“Are you okay?” König asked softly. 

“Да” was the blunt reply. It bugged König, so he sat down opposite him. “...what are you doing?”

“You seemed lonely, Soldat. Without Krueger around, at least.”

A short silence, the man’s stare locked on his. He almost thought he was being ignored. “...we’re fine.” His tone sure, as though there wasn’t a chance he couldn’t be okay.

We? König rationalized it as referring to him and Krueger. “Either way, I don’t think we’ve met. My name’s-”

“König.” he cut him off. “Krueger pointed you out to us.” 

…maybe he wasn’t referring to both of them. “Uh, ja. Ja, that’s me.” He nodded. “He never told me your name.” He was only met with a slight nod. Okay, maybe being direct would help. “What’s your name?”

He seemed to hesitate, his gaze shifting away from König’s face for the first time since he sat down. “Krueger thinks he’s okay…” The soft, barely audible mutter made König’s eyebrow raise, just like the questions in his head. He didn’t voice them. “Nikto.”

“Nikto…” he tested the name on his tongue. “Good to meet you.” Those dull blue eyes were focused on him again. He didn’t return the sentiment at all. If he was shy, König could easily relate. But he had such laser focus on staring at him, not a care if it would be disturbing or off-putting. The Austrian had no idea where to even begin with talking to him. Just one, possibly sensitive topic. “...why do-” 

His phone buzzed in his pocket, cutting him off. He took it out, finding a text from Horangi. A challenge to see who could do more pull-ups. And Horangi being Horangi, there was a 10€ bet thrown down. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Ah, Tiger…” He returned his focus to Nikto. “Sorry. Horangi was just wanting to-” 

“Go on.” The Russian's voice didn’t hold any contempt. Just acceptance that he had other friends. 

König stood up, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Okay. Maybe we can…talk later?” he offered, not getting much of a response. “See you later, Nikto.” He walked away.

As he left, he heard his voice, a response that gave him a bit of hope for cheering him up.

“Да. Later, König.”

[erros429]

Hi - catgirl questionnaire here and I gotta thank you for the answers! If it’s okay I have a few more questions sorry:

Does Blake have a tail?

are there many cat puns about her in the series?

I saw she has human ears and now I’m confused how does she wear head phones or something like that - does she put them on her cat or human ears or both? Does her ears get sensitive?

So what I’ve gathered if she and her GF had a kid it would be a blonde cat?

what is Blake’s actual species? I’ve seen people say people hate whatever she is - why is that?

Does her GF (is her name Yang?) tell lots of puns in general?

ok adding all these asks on one thing. let’s do this thing

1) blake does not have a tail

2) not particularly puns but there are a few jokes here and there (blake liking tuna a little bit more than is normal, yang using a laser pointer on her, her avoiding a dog by climbing a bunch of furniture. then in rwby chibi there’s the whole “cat burglar” segment, blake jumping into a box, etc)

3) i believe she would just wear the headphones on her human ears. arthur lookin ass

4) if she and yang had a kid then yes perhaps it would be a cat. idk if it’d be blonde tho. the genetics in rwby are weird even with the humans because why the hell does ruby not look anything like her father but she’s a carbon copy of her mom 🤨

5) she’s a faunus, which are people with animal traits. they’ve been historically and systematically oppressed and discriminated against. it’s just straight up racism

6) i mean. i think fanon has definitely exaggerated the whole pun thing. she’s said like maybe a solid 3-4 puns total in rwby canon, but she has said quite a few in rwby chibi. i feel like it’s important to note that a lot of yang’s early personality was purposefully one-dimensional so that the viewers would be thrown off when she shows she’s more than meets the eye. a lot of fanon kinda clings to that original impression we got from yang so the pun thing just stuck. the same way everyone sees ruby as a cookie-crazed maniac b/c she ate a bunch of cookies in the first ep lol

7) blake’s not CANONICALLY a stoner but i would not be shocked if it was just casually confirmed LMFAO

8) yea she’s so downbad for yang that she wrote a love song after being away from her for like 24 hours. shoutout volume 8 soundtrack

9) lowkey i prefer the long hair look on her 🫣 but the short hair is important for character arc symbolism reasons

10) according to the comics blake and her mom are actually both great swimmers!

[roe-and-memory]

headcanons

hi tumblr ihave like three headcanons to share currently (there will be more soon i just need to see how well theyre taken, do we like headcanons on here??)

(based off of him not having headlights but how i perceive it humanized even though racecars cant have headlights in Real Life) lightning has light sensitivity issues with his vision . he cannot see. the sun is too bright sometimes and if its dark he will trip over one of the floorboards in docs house, no matter how many times hes walked this floor. (hes very prone to tripping Always but it just gets worse when its dark) (he has rips in the knees of every single pair of jeans he owns)

docs old sunglasses have his name lasered into the arm, lightning found them basically untouched in a box in docs garage. he pulls them out and starts using them when its too bright outside and doc has learned to just hand them over whenever lightning shows up like

2. lightning just. doesnt sleep ?? he is 100% an insomniac and his nightmares are to blame. he would rather work himself to exhaustion than willingly sleep at a normal time. cue him spending most nights out in the fields or at the junkyard with mater building things or whatever until mater is the one to be like ok im tired im going to bed and lightning is forced to go back home, climb back through his bedroom window, and stare at the ceiling until he passes out. he hates sleeping because every night, without fail, he has nightmares. vivid nightmares about whatever his brain can think of, and when he does sleep hes basically fighting his sheets for five hours because of these nightmares, and then he wakes up early and goes about his day as if he wasn't at war with literal demons 20 minutes ago.

doc knows about these nightmares, of course he does, he's a light sleeper and lightnings room is just across the hall, he's also completely aware that the kid sneaks out the window every night because, although lightning is quiet around the house, he is not too graceful when hes attempting to climb out the window -- he's fallen into the bush beneath it countless times.

because of this, doc has tried everything to help him with the nightmare issue, from melatonin to getting him to just write down whatever he was dreaming about to show himself it wasnt real, and absolutely none of it worked. in fact, melatonin seemed to make it worse, and doc gave up there.

3. doc wears a silver "wedding" band. he's not married, in fact he's never been interested in having a partner or getting married at all (i dub thee aroace) but when he was younger he was certainly eye candy for girls at the racetrack and they fawned over him like nobodies business. he comes up with the great idea to get a silver ring and lie, he makes up some tragic backstory to tell whenever a woman asks him why he has a ring or who the lucky person is, and it makes them back of pretty quickly. in reality, the ring is made from a small wheel bearing, and smokey made it for him when he asked because he thought it was funny as hell and was like yes sure but pls make it sound ridiculous . and dont ever tell the same story twice. confuse them.

word gets around and he's told multiple different stories so everyone is confused, but if someone questions him he just gives them a Look and they shut up about it.

even after his crash and his inevitable leave from the piston cup and thomasville, along with his change of address, he continued to wear the ring just in case he got recognized or something.. (it was for aesthetic reasons, he loves that ring its just his signature thing now)

ok... thats it for now, is this how things get formatted here??? do we Like this???

[solar-halos]

i finished the umbrella academy s4. i am not amused. here are my thoughts (looong post incoming)

1. i don’t remember diego being so fucking annoying. actually that’s a lie he’s always been annoying but since he was hot i let it slide but now that he’s not treating lila right (how do u fumble a baddie THAT HARD) i think he should participate in the shut the fuck up challenge

2. “their uncle will pick them up” HUH? like obviously this timeline is different but you’re telling me lila has uncles (and parents! or someone! she was talking to some elderly couple before the party!). what does that mean for the others… were their mothers still killed in this timeline or did klaus live out his little amish dream, even if he wasn’t around to experience it? ykwim? like did they show up to this timeline and someone was like “omg where did u wander off to? i was looking all over for u!” and then it turns out it’s their sibling/uncle/whatever in that timeline and they just have to be like ah yes. i surely do know who u are

3. what they did to lila and diego was criminal!!! “she said she couldn’t get pregnant while breast feeding. but she could” dramatic ass reveal for no fucking reason. like get over yourself diego

4. ok i know they prob couldn’t get rays actor to come back but what the fuck do u mean he walked out. and how can allison afford that nice house when all she’s doing is being in commercials nobody wants. our girl has a BEAMER. also i thought they weren’t supposed to have phones or anything like that so why does allison have a vape lollll. not complaining bc that scene was funny to me but why and how

5. ughhh they were tryna set up lila and five SO BAD in the beginning. and even then they still gave off intense sibling vibes

6. ok maybe im just too american but the gun imagery was kinda not it for me. like idk i think the bit with santa claus coming out shooting at everything was supposed to be funny but idkk i think im just too sensitive bc i was like mkkk whatever not funny. also i know luther has super strength but even in s1 he still got majorly injured when that chandelier fell on him but now he’s fucking indestructible apparently?? like getting shot at and stuff?? what???

7. ok but that grandma loading her old timey gun while she turned to the siblings like O.O was funny i’ll give them that

8. speaking of guns wtf siblings are killing EVERYONE. like ik they started the apocalypse and everything but idek just the way they did it was so weird. like less detached/guilty and more like… triumphant? satisfied? idk but it had a different tone than even s3, i remember in s2 it was such an intense ordeal when allison made those two european brothers kill each other but this time they straight up mass murdered a bunch of ppl in a small town and were like B). like ok. like allsion mutilated that guy in front of her DAUGHTER and it was just chill. major tonal shift

9. “you just had to one up me” 1) you just killed a bunch of ppl diego!! 2) that is NOT the lila and diego i know. the real lila and diego would have started making out nasty style the moment lila killed that guy w her laser eyes. also wtf were the point of the laser eyes. she used them like twice and then that was it

10. with that being said all that affair stuff and recovery and addiction and relapse was getting so heavy. which ik is the point and the umbrella academy has always been heavy but like holy shit u GOTTA pick a struggle. is lila gonna groom five or is klaus gonna give claire trauma cos u can’t have both

11. speaking of claire… “would it help to remind u that we were just as shitty at her age” no u fucking weren’t. u could have breathed at ur british alien father wrong and he would have made u do drills until u puked. don’t play rn

12. why did they not trust the audience to pick up on the fact ben spiked their drinks. like we did not need a full on FLASHBACK. or like to be fully immersed in that scene, a tiny little flashback would have done

13. ok but why is this season so scary. like that train station made me paranoid

14. i will never forgive them for what they did to my girl lila. she used to serve CUNT

15. that british lady alien annoyed the fuck outta me

16. WHERE was pogo. and grace. they needed to find a way to bring them back. maybe they could have transported to a universe where the apocalypse happened and now the world was getting ruled by a planet of [gunshots]

17. why the fuck was diego acting like jennifer and ben weren’t linked in some way when all of s3 they alluded to the jennifer incident every other scene. i get it was supppsed to be so obvious even to someone who has ONLY watched s4 that jennifer and ben were linked so it was just a case of diego being stupid BUT that doesn’t work when it’s already been established that they all know jennifer played a part in ben’s death. hence calling it the Jennifer Incident

18. “they tried to address that in later scenes” they failed. they didn’t know how ben died, fine. but they knew jennifer had something to do w it. i’m tired of scenes that poke fun at diego for being stupid. he’s not stupid—he’s cocky

19. okay no but this season was SO gory. like. whatever they have guns this is a revolution but the guts? the intestines?? they wanted to be stranger things sooo bad

20. no but we need to talk about that. the monster thingie at the end was so stranger things and the guns and the military and everything it was like we were back in s3 (or whenever we met the russians)

21. LOL but that scene where diego finds out about five and lila was lowkey funny. this season was so meta in general

22. speaking of the holidays… i sure did love watching everyone sing christmas carols and walk around in the snow when it was hot asf in real time

23. i do like how many parallels there were to s1. like w viktor and reggie, it was very viktor and leonard in s1. and klaus getting kidnapped. although i was kinda tired of klaus getting abducted and his siblings not giving a fuck. i thought there was supposed to be growth there

24. okayyy but ben and jennifer were cute SORRY. “let’s get married” that would have worked on me. however being rude to me while i was at work WOULDNT have worked on me so maybe yall are right maybe we didn’t need a love interest this season

25. i did NOT expect them to actually drag out lila and five’s love story. other than the age gap (no matter how ur looking at it) you already knew it was gonna be bad as soon as they had their first kiss. i hate those multiple little open mouthed kisses that are literally just ALL lip and spit like that’s fucking gross if ur gonna stick ur tongue in my mouth u better do it by the third little :O we got going on there. and then five was giving boy. like literal boy. and lila is a literal goddess but a goddess that’s well into her 20s and the contrast was so sharp it rlly was giving mom and her caucasian child. i mean that bit about lila viewing it as survival vs five actually clinging onto it showed their different levels of maturity, but since it’s never specified if five is still a 50 year old man or just aging normally, his reaction rlly was such a teenage boy thing. “i’m gonna kill him” man shut the fuck up

26. ok no bc we need to talk about this. i think fives actor is my age—maybe even a little bit older—but i don’t see how anyone over the age of 18 is supposed to find him attractive. like idk it’s weird in the show but even creepier irl cos lila’s actor had to have known him when he was still a minor. why did anyone at the umbrella academy think we wanted this

27. anyway not to make this about myself but when i was writing the odesta longfic there were a lot of lore inconsistencies as we kept going bc i forgot some of the details and was too lazy to go back and read it sometimes, and i think that’s what happened this season. the most notable detail is when klaus covered his ears while everyone was shooting at each other. i was expecting some sort of vietnam flashback but like no. he was just there being normal about it, all things considered

28. “ex-squeeze me?” it wasn’t funny when klaus said it in s1. and it wasn’t funny here

29. alright i think that’s really all i wanted to say about the season tbh… like idk diego and lila starting a family made sense i guess and i know they were falling out of love (even tho they would never do that…) but i didn’t rlly feel any of the love w the kids. like even when lila stepped off the train at the last min and her daughter was banging at the glass it looked more like she was like “oh no :(“ and then just started poking at the glass. i don’t even think it matters that she didn’t fully know what was going on—if you’re a child and ur mom steps away in an unfamiliar situation, you’re gonna start to freak. especially w everything else that was going on

30. ok this is such a small thing to harp on but they abused the fuck outta that time skip font. like i don’t think they ever used it that much before now

31. now let’s get into the ending. this is how i would fix it:

we can keep jennifer. whatever. that thing they added at the very last second about her having a particle that causes the end of the world was… whatever. like i get it. they needed a way to explain the end of the world and that was the thing they used and even if it was very late to introduce such a (admittedly confusing) bombshell, at least it fits in with what we already know about this universe’s rules. magic and particles and marigold and whatever. jennifer is fine.

tbh when jennifer started feeling sick i was honestly thinking that they were gonna go the surprise pregnancy route even though they weren’t even fuckinf hinting at that i just have no media literacy. i wouldn’t have minded that tbh, like the monster transformation made more sense but imagine if we did a twilight ripoff for a second, except that jennifer and ben were both equally protective of the killer baby growing outside of jennifer’s womb (or in her womb… whatever. point is there’s a baby). i don’t think this is a good idea—if anything i think this is a shit idea. but something that’s always been so prominent in tua are the moral implications of what they’re doing, like with everyone wanting to kill harlan in s3 instead of letting the entire world die, and with everything that happened with viktor in s1. there was the whole “i can’t kill my brother” bit, sure, but everyone kinda didn’t rlly seem too enthusiastic about it.

actually the baby addition is actually a shit idea. i’m just keeping that part of the rant in bc we need SOME sort of moral dilemma that isn’t just viktor arguing w hargreeves and then his siblings dropping in later with opinions that don’t even seem that strong. everyone needs to have a strong opinion on SOME sort of moral issue that we wanna introduce—that, in a perfect world, we’d be building up to throughout the season—and then yeah whatever there can be an epic fight scene

i don’t watch/read a lot of time travel stuff, but from what i gathered, the timeline can never be restored once it’s fucked with. there has to be consequences, like with any story. and tua did address that—they tried restoring the timeline thousands of times—but i think they shot themselves in the foot there. time travel with a (somewhat) happy ending is possible—there just has to be something to lose, and it has to be something that isn’t nonnegotiable. claire was nonnegotiable, which is why i think they stayed in s3’s timeline for as long as they did

point is, i think they should have gone back to 2019. i mean i don’t think anyone really wanted them to die. i made a joke in s3’s rant that i would just give up, but lucky for me, i am not a fictional character in tua, so the fact they just die in the last five mins and we’re supposed to be ok w that makes the last three seasons pointless. like, actually pointless. what was the message here? why is the ending of the show painted as some sort of utopia just bc we got rid of the siblings? and why is five okay with that? i think him being on board w dying could have been an interesting route to take if they showed his relationship w his siblings consistently deteriorating (both on screen AND off screen) but they only rlly managed to do that with diego, and it was for something fucking stupid

ANYWAY. bring those fools back to 2019, but don’t make them totally happy. just give them something that makes them all just stay put, like how allison has claire (doesn’t matter which timeline. it could be from the fucked up timeline. i don’t think the cleanse would happen bc of that bc claire is only one person and not an entire fucking organization like tua or an assassination like jfk. so hell. might as well throw harlan and sissy in there for viktor. that makes lila and diego’s motivation really easy for staying put, cos then they have their kids. klaus is klaus and no offense to him but i think hes just gonna roll w the cards he’s dealt without trying to fight back, for better or for worse. then ben can have jennifer and since they love each other idk they just stick around. then five’s motivation for staying is that his family is alive and none of them want to leave and that’s good enough for him bc that’s why he time traveled in the first place

again… i don’t think what i came up with is any good. i just think it’s better than them all dying at the last fuckin second. i think this show relied on a lot of haha random xd humor at the beginning and they tried to keep that intact here but everything got so serious that i think them all dying rlly did seem like the only way out but.. it’s not. they could go back to the way things are as long as there were consequences. it would suck, and none of them would be as happy as they could be, but they know that’s as happy as they’re gonna get, so whatever. like, if we were gonna take the suicide route, we might as well gone the time loop route and gone back from the very beginning when five blinks back to 2019. i think that rly would have driven home the “this all would have happened anyway” point way better than them just being like guess ill die :) bc ughhh. no they wouldn’t. also they wouldn’t let lila leave bc she still had marigold in her but… what about her and diego’s kids?? they’re half marigold, and claire is a quarter, so… what’s up with that?

[ilovelosersandshortmen]

Hear me out-

The X-Men with a reader who can cancel out mutations, like when they're near someone, let's say Cyclops for example, he can take off his glasses and his eyes don't shoot out lasers.

I think it'd be funny to have it so the reader isn't even aware of their mutation, like one day one of them slips up or tries to use their powers around the reader but nothing happens 💀

Having a mutation that stops their powers (X-Men and The Brotherhood)

I LOVE THIS I'm actually going to do this with the X-Men and the Brotherhood because there's so many possibilities.

TODD (I'm just putting him first because he's my fav):

• You and Todd hang out a lot. For some reason, he just feels calmer around you (little does he know, you actually take away the stressful parts of his mutation, like the sensitive skin and everything)

• I feel like he still eats flies because he's used to it, so he doesn't notice that you took away the frog part of his brain that actually needs them for nourishment

• He doesn't actually realize that you have that mutation until he goes to jump and just.. falls on his face.

• He freaks out at first, but he does appreciate not being so slimy and all of that

• Sometimes if he wants to shower (check out my headcanons on why he can't use soap), he'll call you over

PIETRO:

• He. Hates. You.

• Not actually, because I don't write angst very often, but he doesn't appreciate the power you hold over him.

• You're like a more annoying Wanda in his eyes.

• He always gets on your nerves (because he obviously will, I don't care how cute he is), and you always end each argument by taking away his powers.

• "Very funny! Now stop."

WANDA:

• You think she can't kill you without powers?

• Just kidding, ofc. She loves you.

• But, she's very used to being controlled and her powers being held back, so I actually think she wouldn't appreciate you using it against her.

• If you don't know about your powers yet, then she's obviously not going to get mad at you.

• Actually, she's very sympathetic. She knows what it's like to have uncontrollable powers.

FRED:

• Would he really notice? I don't think his body would change. Maybe he'd lose some strength though, but he'd probably just think he's getting sick or something

• Or he would freak out and feel useless without his powers, leading to a breakdown (think Luisa from Encanto idk)

LANCE:

• (I don't know if anyone else noticed this in the show, but HE MAKES THE STUPIDEST FACES WHEN USING HIS POWER ITS SO FUNNY)

• I imagine he goes to use his power and nothing happens so he just stands there like 🧍

• LIKE ELEVEN IN THAT ONE SCENE OF STRANGER THINGS LMAOO

TABITHA:

• She'd probably be really chill about it, but after a minute she'd really miss using her powers.

• So she freaks out a little, but she plays it cool in front of everyone.

• Hey, she's a complex person!

SCOTT:

• He's so confused, he just stares blankly at everyone and no one knows what's happening

• like this: 😨

• After everyone found out about what happened, he actually kind of loves it.

• Imagine always having to wear sunglasses, I would get so sick of those powers. So, he enjoys the little break

• Just make sure to tell him when you leave the room, because he's used to keeping his eyes open when you're around

ROGUE:

• Yeah, we all know she needs this.

• She would get really excited, going around and poking people's shoulders

• Getting surprised when nothing happens and just being like "okay, just checking!"

• She finally gets to hug her friends and high five people and all of that fun loving stuff

• A bit disappointed when it ends, but she doesn't blame you

• Yes, she's a bit closed off. But deep down, all she really wants is to be able to live her life without fear.

KURT:

• As much as he would like it to, I don't think the mutation would take any physical traits.

• So the beautiful blue boy would have to stay looking like the dude from Avatar </3

• Which obviously isn't a bad thing, because he's perfect just the way he is, but Kurt is severely disappointed.

• The teleportation was the only good thing about his powers! And that's all that went away.

• He's not angry at you, just angry at himself for.. existing, I guess.

• HE DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE I CANT

• Your powers don't really do much, expect keeping him from running away during arguments. Which could be very helpful.

JEAN:

• Another one that I believe would appreciate your powers

• Jean has to deal with a lot of things, including the involuntary mind reading (which I'm guessing absolutely sucks, because who would ever want that power!?)

• So, until she controls that, it can be a bit overwhelming.

• Then, you come along. And it's silent. For once in her life, the only voice in Jeans head is her own.

• She obviously goes into protective mother mode during the chaos, making sure no one else is panicking while they try to figure out what's happening

• But she's honestly really relieved the entire time.

KITTY:

• Unfortunately, she finds out right when she's running into a wall (because I think that's funny comedic timing)

• I think she'd be a little relieved too, since we learned her worst fear is her powers trapping her underground and things like that

• So sometimes I think using her powers makes her really nervous, thinking she'd accidentally get trapped and suffocate or something.

• So, whenever she needs a break from that anxiety, she knows exactly who to turn to

All in all, I think this is a really cute idea and I loved writing about it. Thank you for the request, I had so much fun with this!!

[carmen-arclight]

Dog Groomer

Erwin Smith is once again in a situation. I just like doing that, I guess.

Tw: Drug Abuse, so much ❄️

The world spun around her, head tilting to the side as round wide pupils starred up into the dark ceiling of the club she stood in.

Bright lasers blasted above her in intricate designs. Reds, blues, greens, filtering above her. Shooting out in a myriad of directions.

Swirling and falling like stars. Hot, burning into her skin as she felt them pepper onto her. the sensation startled her.

The woman stumbled a bit on the heels of her boots.

“Relax. Relax.”

She told herself, not wanting to panic. With a deep breath she steeled herself, before she giggled and placed a hand on her face. Lowering her gaze forward towards the throngs of people around her.

The music blared in each of her ears. Feeling heavy, light. Oscillating in colors and combining into a cacophony of a rainbow.

It overwhelmed her. Foreign shapes littered her view and she found herself disoriented in the haze of hues.

Eyes opened again as she twirled and stumbled again. Looking at the person behind her before she stumbled again. Not recognizing the person. Wincing, she stepped back. Bumping into a few dancers who spun her and held her hands. Rocking with her to the fast paced beat.

She gasped, the world dipping as she was pushed away. Pulled into someone's chest. Arms trapping her as she swayed to the beat.

Lost in the sea of people.

Drums pounding in her ears as voices cheered and sang along. Something quick, harsh, fast, spinning. Something rancid and heavy lingered on her tongue.

Gasping, she pulled free and began to try to walk off the dance floor. The floor spinning beneath her as she made her way off the floor. The lights swirled and distorted the world. Swaying to the bass’ beats.

Unconsciously she tensed her jaw.

Once off the floor, she found herself in the bathroom, confused as she leaned on the bathroom walls, eyes closed as she wiped her tears. Holding a phone in her shaking hand. Fighting the urge to panic as her fingers moved in a familiar pattern.

Lips trembling as she listened to the empty beeps before the call connected. Her heart lifted when she heard that familiar deep voice. A bit tired and yawning.

“Professor? I'm sorry to call you, I'm kinda.”

She paused as she sniffled and wiped her eyes. Looking up at the dusty dimly lit ceiling. Watching the tiles breathing and inching closer to her. She shook her head.

“I'm kinda messed up.”

She finished. Swallowing her pride as she heard him sigh.

“Where are you?”

“House of Yes, Brooklyn.”

She listened to him shuffling on the other side of the phone call. Her heart beating as she heard him breathing. The slow rhythm oddly therapeutic.

About 30 minutes later, she's in his car. Listening to the radio draw on and on about something stupid.

She blinks slowly and looks over at him. Noting the way his hands gripped the steering wheel. White knuckled.

“You're mad.”

“I'm not mad.”

He replied as he pulled into his apartment complex and unbuckled his seat belt before he leaned over and undid hers. Stepping out the car and helping her up and out.

Her skimpy club dress bunching under his palm as he carried her up the steps to his apartment. Her head nestled into his neck.

Breathing in his cologne. Warm, woody, with hints of vanilla.

She breathed out slowly and kissed his neck. Feeling him tense.

“Thank you.”

She whispered against his skin. Her breath hot, lips wet as she opened her eyes. Her lashes tickled his sensitive skin. She giggled and looked at his face.

Studying his expression in the dimly lit hall. The shadows played with her vision, swirling with the light. Swaying the world with each step he took. His expression was unreadable to her.

He stopped before his apartment. Shifting her to unlock the door and carry her inside. He kicked the door closed. Laying her down on the couch, or trying to, as her arms snaked over his shoulders. She shifted beneath him and pulled him down on top of her.

Giggling once more. Her eyes closed in an attempt to not see the world fading in and out of existence around her.

“You're like, heh, you're like a knight. My knight.”

She slurred, her bloodshot eyes flickered open and across his slightly wrinkled eyes. Watching as his eyebrows furrowed. Before the blonde shifted into the beige of his skin. Making him slightly indistinguishable. She hummed and closed her eyes. Trailing her hand up the back of his head.

“My hero.”

She whispered, her voice full of exhaustion. Gaze opened up halfway, looking to his lips. Her fingers twisted his blonde strands as she smiled. Thoughts tumbling to distractions. Her vision blurring once more.

Erwin sighed, letting her manhandle him.

Slowly, she drew him towards her closer. As she shifted her legs apart, letting his body fall between her legs. Kissing his lips.

“Ah, heroes deserve rewards.”

She whispered, angling her head to the side. Feeling his lips leave hers as he trailed open mouth kisses down to her collar. His hand that gripped her thighs, held her tighter. However, Reason came back to him and he pulled away.

“We shouldn't, you're drunk.”

“It's never stopped you before.”

“It should have.”

He whispered, trailing his fingers on her thighs. Feeling how flimsy her dress was. His gaze was hesitant. A hint of guilt lingered on his weathered face.

“Don't say that. I let you.”

She placed a hand on his and guided it up her body, resting it between her legs. Gently pressing his middle finger into her soft wet core. Watching as his pupils dilated. His blonde lashes fluttered as he gazed down at her with heavy lidded eyes.

“And I liked it.”

She whispered. As she worked against his touch. Smiling blissfully as she sighed. Listening to his breathing quicken.

“Damn it.”

He hissed.

Knowing it wasn't the best idea.

His gaze flickered to her lips as he leaned down and slid his finger up, caressing the swollen bud she guided him to. Feeling a moan against her lips as he kissed her.

“Erwin, Erwin.”

She whispered.

“Fuck, I can't condone your poor choices in life.”

He mumbled as he kissed her lips. Caressing her engorged bud slowly. Feeling his pajama pants tighten.

“Like what? Letting the professor I TA for fuck me?”

She whispered, a moment later she yelped as he pinched her between his fingers.

“Brat. You're a mess.”

He chastised. As he shifted, sitting back and pulling his now wet hand away.

She rolled her eyes and shifted. Tossing an arm over her head. Looking at the ceiling. Watching how it seemed to get closer and away all at once. She held her hand out, trying to touch the receding white ceiling.

“What did you take?”

He asked her. Moving her legs away from him and standing up. Gathering his composure to do the right thing for once in his 40 years.

He walked towards the kitchen. To get her water.

“I candied flipped.”

She murmured. Snickering as she realized he wouldn't know. The old geezer he was. She lowered her hands and studied the way her words seemed to have wrapped around her. She could feel her thoughts settling in her. A shiver ran through her body and she looked away.

“Candy what?”

She rolled onto her belly and stared ahead at the pillow on his couch. Thinking as she kicked her legs. Trying to not focus on anything as she felt like her thoughts were stumbling around her. She couldn't help but notice the couch was the same color as her and for a brief moment, she wondered where she began and ended?

The sound of him tapping on his phone brought her out of her panic.

“You took lsd and mdma.”

He sighed as he stared at the definition he found online. As if he should have guessed. His eyes swept her and he walked over. Lips tensed as he watched as she took the water from him.

A mischievous smile on her lips while she drank.

“I'm having fun.”

“Hence why you called me panicking to come pick you up.”

He pointed out as he sat down and frowned at her.

“How long does it last?”

She shrugged and looked at him watching his face swirl. She blinked and looked down feeling hot before she placed the water down.

“I'm hot.”

She sighed and wiggled out of her dress. Her silver boots clicked as she kicked the dress off. Sliding off the couch and feeling as if she was sinking into the ground. She giggled and kicked off her boots next.

“Ok, ok, come on. Let's get you into bed.”

He sighed as he picked her up. Mindful of where he touched the naked woman.

“I don't wanna.”

She fought back, wriggling and looking up at him. Kissing his lips softly.

He sighed once more as he stumbled into his bedroom. Laying her down on his bed as she pulled him down once more on top of her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist. Lips sliding down to his neck.

Erwin closed his eyes and gripped her thighs. Feeling his body give in as he rocked his hips down onto her.

“Take these off.”

She murmured. Tugging on his pajama pants. The blonde didn't hesitate as he quickly tore off the plaid bottoms and leaned down her once more. Taking the opportunity to take off his shirt as well. His muscular body was toned and bare before her.

She hummed in approval. Tracing a pattern in his thigh with her foot. Her body sprawled out before him, the only thing on her was a thin pair of panties.

“You know? Sex is so much better on ecstasy?”

For a brief moment, he hesitated when she said that.

The guilt that always ate away at him with her, gnawed at him. Knowing he should act better. Be better. She was a vulnerable woman. Only in her 20s and under his tutelage. His guidance. He should know better!

Yet, when she looked at him with those sad big round eyes. He couldn't stop the way his heart hammered.

It was wrong.

He leaned down, kissing her lips hungrily. Wanting to ignore those nagging thoughts. Knowing he shouldn't but caving in to the whims of desire. He tugged off her panties.

He breathed out slowly. His strong hands on her hips as he drew her up to him. Pressing down greedily into her. Listening to her gasp his name in pleasure as her nails dug into his biceps.

Pupils blown wide, round, eating the entirety of her iris. An effect of the two drugs she mixed prior in the night.

The world faded away to her. Feeling as if their bodies melted away to one. Each movement of his felt like heaven. The bed beneath her was like a cloud and her hands slid down his godlike body. Reverently.

His muscles tensed and he pushed down deeper. Feeling her walls fluttered around him as she screamed his name. His lips coming down onto hers to quiet her.

Swallowing her moans as his blue eyes closed. Grunting with each thrust, his pace fast and hard. Not focusing on her pleasure at all as he took advantage of the state she was in.

Listening to her gag on his tongue as he pressed himself harder against her. His hands bruised her hips.

He hissed as his teeth brushed against hers. His tongue twining and twisting around hers. He moaned as he stilled. A surge of emotions swelled inside of him, ending in an empty guttural feeling as he stared down at the woman panting beneath him.

Her legs twitching around his waist. Lips parted and bruised.

He felt the weight of their situation in his stomach.

She felt light and free. Her hazed gaze flickering over him as if he was a work of art.

Absent-mindedly, before he could even realize it, he pulled out and sat back. Watching as her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath she took.

The blooming bruises on her hips. The physical evidence of his stupidity.

With a deep breath he ran a hand over his face and got up off the bed. Watching her close her eyes.

“Erwin?”

She called for him as he walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. Wiping himself clean before he came over to her and tossed the towel on her. A frown on his lips as he left into the kitchen.

He needed a drink.

A few minutes later he felt her hands slide around him. Holding him by his waist.

“Professor Erwin?”

She cooed. Kissing his muscular back.

“Hmm?”

He tensed at her adoration. His hands touching hers and gently prying them off of him.

“You need rest.”

“Come to bed with me?”

She asked as she paced her fingers through his.

“In a few.”

He replied softly. As he turned towards her. Grimacing as he watched her kiss his hand. Smiling at him before she groaned and leaned on him. Burying her face in his chest.

“I love you.”

“You're high.”

“I am but I still love you.”

She whispered. Nuzzling deeper into him. Listening to his heart beating.

“Please go lay down.”

He whispered. Feeling his heart clench at her admission. His hand came to rest on her lower back. He wished his heart didn't race when she said that.

Swallowing, he gently pushed her back.

“Bed.”

He said softly.

The next day, in the morning he watched as she sipped her coffee. Her eyes closed.

“My jaw hurts.”

She mumbled. Placing her cup down and looking at him with a pitiful look.

Erwin sighed and shook his head.

“You're going to kill yourself one day.”

“One less problem for you.”

She pointed at him and slid in the chair. Looking at the bagel he had warmed up for her.

His blue eyes narrowed at her but he didn't deny it. Honestly, her issues were one of the reasons why he was drawn to her.

He was an unmarried college professor in his late 40s. Overworked and underpaid, he didn't have much time to pursue anything romantic. So when he found out his ta was such a fucking mess, the darker parts of his personality saw an opportunity.

It helped his guilt that she was on board, as long as he gave her some benefits.

Still, his gaze flickered away from her.

He found it still despicable what he was doing. She was in her 20s for god's sake. Half his goddamn age.

“Don't speak like that. You have your whole life ahead of you.”

He scolded after he collected his wayward thoughts about her. She was an adult, she agreed to this. Hell. Not like she was innocent in this arrangement? Right?

He sighed and looked at his coffee cup.

She made a gun motion to her lips and smirked at him as she sat up.

“Thank you for coming for me last night, and in me! That was nice, sex on lsd is so, idk, fucking good!”

She picked up the bagel and nibbled on it.

“Please don't ever take drugs alone in public again.”

“Omg, ok. Dad!”

That name made him cringe and he glared at her. Knowing she was being petulant because she thought it was funny.

“Whatever. I'll see you in class.”

She tossed the half eaten bagel on his plate and got up. Stretching as she bounced off to get her things and leave.

Erwin looked at his coffee. Unable to look at her.

“Wait.”

She stopped with one boot on. Her head swiveled towards him.

“What?”

“Do you remember anything you said last night?”

He asked as he recalled how his heart felt when she confessed to him. He clenched His coffee mug.

“Your name. A million fucking times. I don't remember much else, tequila and candy flipping does that.”

He grimaced at her casualness. Right. The woman was a fucking mess. Maybe it was best to not mention it. She probably didn't mean it. Besides, not like he felt the same.

Right?

He glanced at her and shook his head. His blonde hair scuffed.

“Right, be safe. I'll see you in class. Don't forget the tests I asked you to grade!”

He told her as he watched her zip up her boots and stand up. Preparing to do her walk of shame.

She rolled her eyes at him and swung her purse over her shoulder.

“Byeeeeee!”

He sighed as the door closed behind her. His blue eyes closed as he lowered his face to his hand and groaned.

Hating how casual she was about everything.

Later on in the day, it was hours past classes had ended. Professor Erwin had retreated into his office, his energetic TA following on his heels like a puppy.

He didn't fight her as she squirmed her way beneath his desk. He simply took a seat on his large office chair and began to grade tests.

His blue eyes distant as he listened to her rustling beneath the surface.

Her hands slid up his muscular thighs. Admiring the way his dress pants melded to his form. She could feel the way his skin beneath it, pebbled in goosebumps to her touch.

A small sigh left her lips as she looked up from where she sat. Her knees pressing down on the blue carpeting of his office. Mahogany wood suspended above her.

She watched blissfully as his free hand slowlt slid down and tangled in her hair. Slowly, lazily giving her head pats. His nails scratched her scalp in light almost affectionate patterns.

The light pain that blossomed from it made her close her eyes.

The rush hit her tongue her core. Thighs pressing together in her skirt.

She felt him shift away followed by the rustling of papers above her head. Disappointment flooded her heart and all sinking feeling entered her. Whiplash from the sudden lack of his touch.

Sitting back on her heels, she opened her eyes and lowered her hands to her lap. Looking at him for a moment.

Studying the bulge that had formed in his pants. The beige fabric tented up in a large twitching bump.

Clearly despite acting like a damn aloof dastardly all day was just a damn facade.

Stupid horny old bustard.

Absent-mindedly, she played with the silver crystal necklace that dangled from her neck. Hearing her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned forward and unzipped his pants.

Wanting to mess with him. She didn't care what he was trying to do. Her mind was rushing with a low she knew all too well.

As if the serotonin in her brain had complete depleted. Thoughts she didn't want to have creeping into her mind.

She shook her head and slowly eased the zipper down. Her nails scratching along the blue veins of his hard hot skin.

The shuffling of paper above her continued. Not missing a beat whatsoever as she freed his rather impressive looking cock from its confinement.

The tip was an angry red, leaking a warm creamy white liquid. She could already imagine how it would taste and feel against her lips.

Pupils dilating as she felt her excitement rearing back up, momentarily silencing the thoughts she hated.

Her tongue swiped against her teeth and she leaned forward. Before she felt her finger tug at her necklace. Her eyes flickering down at the crystal and silver vial.

A wicked smile etched on her lips as she took off her necklace and shifted it in her hands. Her eyes strayed to his twitching cook as her fingers moved on their own. Muscle memory twisting the crystal off the glass vial encased in silver. She tilted it as leaned over and gently poured some of the white powder on him.

The act was wild to her. Something new, something impractical. Yet, she felt the rush making her heart race. For a moment she wondered if he could hear her pulse?

She paused. Her eyes flickering up to him.

She listened to him continue write above her as she moved. A small laugh left her and she pressed her lips against his tip.

He was none the wiser. Not knowing what she was doing.

Kissing away the precum and licking her canines before she angled her nose down.

His warm skin smelled like a mix of his sweat and body wash. The woody masculine scent was calming to her yet, she wanted her heart racing.

With a huff, she breathed in the white powder she dumped on him in a quick line. Sniffling as she sat back and wiped her nose with a bent finger. Kissing the tip of his cock as she did.

Her eyes greedily honing in on the residue left on him.

She laughed as she heard his chair swivel a bit. He moved back so he looked down at her.

Her eyes locked with his quizzical gaze and she gave him an innocent smile. As she hid the vial in her hands and parted her lips.

Taking his tip in and sucking softly. Watching as his eyebrows furrowed before he rolled his blue eyes and went back to doing whatever he was doing to the papers above her.

A sigh left her lips, her hand lowering between her skirt as her tongue swirled around him. Jaw loosening as she moaned. Taking him further into her mouth.

His pulse beating against her tongue in a hypnotic rhythm. Her fingers digging into her necklace, pushing the vial against her panties and grinding down on it before she could think.

A laugh left her lips as she realized how stupid this was. Fucking her goddamn stash necklace.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage.

Meanwhile, above her, Erwin's deep blue eyes never left his papers. His gaze focused as he held the red pen in his left hand. His right slowly reaching down and resting on the back of her head.

Breathing out through his nose as he listened to her sniffling between the sloppy noises coming from her full mouth.

He swallowed and gritted his teeth. His hold on his pen tightened as did his hand beneath the desk.

Knock-Knock

The beating on his office door made him glance up and he froze. Watching as a student opened his office. The poor thing looked at him as she held a book against her chest.

“Yes?”

He asked, his voice steady. Ears perked as he prayed that his TA would have the sense to stop. He tugged her head off of him. Feeling her fight him like a damn dog on a leash.

“I was hoping if I could talk to you?”

The student asked. She walked over to Erwin, holding a book he recognized as one he wrote. The familiar author picture of his made him inwardly grimace.

“Yes, of course. What is it you need?”

He asked her as he placed his pen down. Mind screaming. His Ta beneath him smacking his hand off of her and greedily wrapping her fingers around his base. Dragging her warm sticky hands up and down in a slow and teasing manner.

Erwin heard her soft sniffle and his heart dropped. Blue eyes honed in on the student before him. Mortified that she had heard.

If she did, she didn't look like it as she continued to look at the book for a moment.

Her doe eyes flickering up to his. Long lashes fluttering while a deep red spread across her cheeks and to the tip of her nose.

“I was, wondering, if maybe i could, I mean, we could, the history club i mean, could have you as a guest speaker next month at our meeting?”

She stammered out quickly. Falling over herself as she looked at him. Fiddling with his book about god he couldn't even remember. His mind to focus on the potential career ending catastrophe between his legs.

His blonde hair fell before his glasses and he shifted in his chair. Feeling his Ta take his hard throbbing member in her mouth.

The warm wet sensation made him shiver and he masked a groan between coughs.

Kicking her with his shoe however she shifted beneath the desk and sat on his feet.

“We just read your book and would love to have you there! It's a little history books club, i mean. It's nothing too big. There's only five of us and I was really hoping you could, maybe come over to speak with us about it?”

The student before him gushed on, looking at him with wide eyes yet her words meant nothing to him as he felt his pulse quicken. The damn TA he chose!

Why the fuck did he ever think this was a good idea, the woman was clearly unwell.

He swallowed and looked at the desk. His eyes dark.

“Professor?”

“Hmm, oh yes. Of course-”

He paused as he looked at the woman in front of him as if seeing her for the first time. His intense gaze made her blush even more.

‘Oh! Blanche Devereaux ! I'm, in your first period class.”

She perked up as she flushed. Looking him up beneath her eyelashes.

Erwin nodded and cleared his throat. Pressing his shoes up against the TA who was busy making a mess on him.

“Alright, Ms. Devereaux, I'll be there. How about we speak of the details tomorrow?”

“Oh! OK, thank you! You're so cool! Oh my god, like, thank you!”

Blanche stammered to him before she hurried out his door. The second the door closed he slid his chair out from beneath his desk and got up.

Moving to lock his door. Furious.

“Get out from there before I drag you out.”

He ordered his TA, as he walked back to his desk and stood before it.

He watched as his TA poked her head out and over the edge. Looking at him like some kinda goblin coming outta a cavern.

“What the hell was that? Why did you think doing that was appropriate-”

His words dropped as she stood up from beneath his desk. Her nostrils were white, spit and something else on her lips and all over her face.

But most of all, her clothes were undone and disheveled. Her breasts bouncing as she leaned over his desk and pushed his papers to the ground. A laugh on her lips as she looked at him with and climbed up, rolling onto her back and easing her skirt off.

“You.”

He hissed in disbelief, anger and lust clouding his mind as he flickered his gaze between her and the papers now on the floor.

He walked over to her, watching as her skirt joined the papers on the blue carpet.

He groaned and grabbed her hips, pulling her towards the edge. Not even thinking as he gripped her black lacey panties and ripped them off, his blue eyes angrily bore into hers as he thrusted into her.

Grunting as his glasses slid down his nose. Blonde hair falling onto his forehead as he aggressively moved ontop of her. Hands greedily moving up her thighs and maneuvering them around his waist.

“Fuck, you're more of a problem then anticipated.”

He muttered between gasps. Feeling her arch against him. Yet he pulled away before she could kiss him. His blue eyes glaring into hers. Noting the way her pupils were practically swallowing her iris.

He felt his stomach flip.

Shame gnawed at him as his gaze flickered between her sniffling nose and dazed out eyes.

Her wet lips moaning incoherent gibberish. Followed by pants and his names.

His cock twitched, hearing the pleading and pleasure in her voice made him weak. Her hands gripping his shoulders. While his found purchase on her hips and breasts. Squeezing and leaving more bruises on her delicate skin then the night before.

He felt his heart drop.

Yet, he couldn't stop. His hips driving rapidly into her. Listening to the squelching of their skin meeting one another. Her hot wet walls taking all he could give her without complaint.

Tightening, and pulsating around him until it broke. A rush of heat engulfed him, followed by her nails on his shoulder blades. Tugging on his dress shirt as she orgasmed.

Her head falling back, neck exposed revealing the bites he gave her yesterday.

With a final grunt he pulled out of her and flipped her over, angling her down as he shoved her face into onto the remaining papers on his desk.

He didn't want to hear her anymore. He couldn't bare to see how happy he made her in the moment. As his blue eyes flickered to the ruined tests she leaked on.

He grunted as he pushed into her from behind, his thighs hitting hers. Echoing in the room. She whined, overstimulated before his hand came around and silenced her. Thumb shoved in her lips for her to choke on while he pounded into her.

All he could feel was an immense shame and self hatred, coupled with his damn sex drive.

His heart ramming in his ribcage as she gagged on his digit. Sucking and twirling her tongue on him. Cock twitching as he imagined how beautiful she would look if she didn't have cocaine up her fucking nose.

He groaned as he quickened his thrusts. Feeling the rumble of her moans against his hand.

The sensation enough made his movements frantic, chaotic, enough to push him over the edge and come deep inside of her. Not thinking to pullout from her warm, pulsating embrace.

Panting, he lowered his head to the back of her neck. Pressing his forehead there and thinking over what he just did.

His hand sliding out from her mouth and he listened to her gasping for air.

“Ah, fuck, you asshole! Oral fixation much!?”

She chastised as she bucked beneath him and moaned.

“Shut up.”

He muttered. Hissing at the over stimulation before she giggled.

“Omg, i just had a thought? You know how some people do alcohol enemas-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Erwin asked as he pulled out and watched as she rolled onto her back to look at him. His semen dripping from between her spread legs. Her expression red and messy. Hazy over excited eyes on him.

“Wait no, it's a genuine question. I put coke on your cock and-”

“YOU WHAT!”

She flinched and looked up at him like an angel.

“Relax! It's fine, Jesus, if anything i absorbed some of the residue through my pussy. Shut up, your such a whiny bitch you know that?”

She said as she sat up and looked at him. Over the sex apparently as she seemed fixated on her thought.

Erwin meanwhile was still stuck on her fact she used him for drugs.

“Don't. Ever do that again.”

His words came out colder then intended as he angled her chin up after he stepped closer. Making sure her attention was on him.

She nodded. Smacking his hand away as she got off the desk and rolled her eyes.

“Ok, ok, ok, ok. Fuck, fine! God forbid a woman do anything.”

She said as she pushed her hair back and crouched down, grabbing her ripped panties and tossing them at him. Frowning.

Erwin sighed and grabbed some tissues from his desk and wiped himself clean. His blue eyes narrowing as he felt guilt and shame eat him alive.

He knew this arrangement was biting him in the ass.

“Those papers are fucked.”

His blue eyes flickered to his desk. Teeth gritting as he nodded. Knowing he would have no way of explaining to the students why he lost their tests. He'd have to just pass them all.

He glanced at HER.

“Are you really gonna go to that club?”

She asked as she wiggled back into her skirt. Not bothering to wipe off his semen. Her eyes locking with his as she licked her teeth and sniffled.

“Club?”

“Yeah?”

He frowned and felt annoyed at what she meant? He didnt-

“The history book club, god. You have a bad memory.”

She quipped as she sat on his desk chair and swiveled. Playing with her necklace.

“Right.”

As if he hadn't been busy being distracted. A sigh left his lips and stared at her. Watching silently as she dumped some more white powder on the mound of her palm and sniffed.

He shook his head and ran a hand through his blonde hair.

“The club.”

He sighed. Knowing he made a promise because he wanted what's her name out of his office. His eyes flickered back to the woman before him.

Unable to reconcile with the fact his dumb decisions led him to this.

A lonely old man who focused solely on his career all his life, being fucked around by this, this drug addicted Ne'er-do-well!

What did his life become?

He breathed out and looked down. Thinking before he felt her hands on his.

“Erwin?”

He glanced over at her and nodded for her to continue. Feeling small.

“Can I come?”

He knew this wouldn't end well, but meeting her gaze?

“Sure.”

[pin-crusher2000]

Character files 001: Jacob Grayson

FireWing is a young vigilante/superhero who is also the son of Nightwing & StarFire plus the twin brother of NightStar. He is also the co-leader of the superhero group: Young Titans.

Appearance: a young man with tan white skin (a slight orange tan due to his mom) human green eyes (that glows fully green light when using powers and/or angry) & black hair that has a little of bright red hair dye.

Outfit: a purple & white version of nightwings outfit but the blue bird is a white flame/he has a Nightwing version where the blue bird is a flame design.

Personality: laidback, goofy, serious, a good sport like his dad and kind, sensitive, & emotional like his mom.

Powers: FireWing has half tamaranean dna, which means he can absorb solar radiation that allows him to fly, gain super abilities like strength & speed, and due to his mothers, is able to shoot out fireballs called StarBolts in forms of balls, energy waves, & a flamethrower move. (In case you’re wondering, yes he can & will light his farts on fire 😂 extra fun fact)

Trivia/Fun Facts:

Knows how to juggle; his dad taught him.

He has special type of escrima sticks that allows him to channel his starbolt energy into to create energy constructs like swords or axes, he can also use it like a laser beam gun by pointing the tip at something & firing it like a pistol both non-lethally & lethally, he can also use it as a torch to see in the dark.

Loves to play basketball 🏀 he is also on a team at his school.

His favorite heroes are: his parents, twin sister, the teen titans (both his father’s version & Red Robin’s) & Superman.

In my universe: FireWing & his sister NightStar are ancient descendants of the goddess X’Hal, which means they possess the ability to have a transformation ability: they gain sharp cat teeth & fingernails with spiky & bright hair like in anime with glowing eyes, there are three different levels: green, red/orange, & purple. (Along with their starbolt colors) their mom & aunt does not have this ability due to…..reasons lol

One more thing: in the comics they would leave like a flame/light trail from their hair when the fly, in my universe it only happens when they are in their transformation state.

[sharkitor]

Drop one piece oc lore!

English is not my language, so it may have some mistakes. I'm basically using a translator right now. 🗣🗣🏃‍♂️

Shion was born on an island where society was divided between the Ishinari Regium, an elite warrior class known as the fighters, and the Ishinari Civium, the ordinary citizens. The Regium were not only the royalty of the island but also its protectors. They were recognized by two distinctive physical traits: a long, slender tail with a plume at the end, which provided exceptional balance and agility in combat, and long, reddish horns that protruded from their heads. These horns, as hard as diamonds, were essential for fighting, giving the warriors a significant advantage in battle. However, once broken, they cannot regenerate. The citizens also have almost the same characteristics, except their horns are the most sensitive part of their skulls, being smaller in size. Their tails have the same features, being small and fragile.

Returning to the topic.

Shion's childhood was peaceful until one day, the island was invaded by the Teyriubito, a group of arrogant and ruthless nobles. One of these Teyriubito, blinded by his desire for a unique slave, decided that only a young and healthy fighter would be worthy of his possession. To obtain one, he ordered the massacre of the entire fighter race, aiming to capture the best specimen possible. Shion, a girl at that time, was the unfortunate survivor of this massacre. During the attack, she lost one of her horns and one of her eyes, leaving her forever marked. She was captured and taken before the Teyriubito, who subjected her to a brutal process of enslavement. During this time, she endured immense suffering, facing both physical and psychological torment. However, amid this hell, she managed to win the affection of the Teyriubito’s son, a young man who, unlike his father, felt compassion for her. Throughout her captivity, this young man developed a deep affection for Shion. Over time, and moved by his feelings for her, the young Teyriubito decided to free her secretly. He took her to the forest and removed her slave collar. Desperate for freedom, Shion ran into the forest. However, her escape was interrupted when the young man’s father appeared on the scene, enraged by such betrayal, and began shooting at her. Two bullets hit Shion in the back, knocking her to the ground. Believing she was dead, the Teyriubito simply turned away and left. Despite everything, Shion survived. She was found by Rayleigh, who discovered her in critical condition. Noticing the slave mark on her hand, he quickly understood what had happened. He decided to take her with him, and once she recovered, he took her under his wing and began training her.

Does She Have a Devil Fruit?

Yes, Shion possesses a Devil Fruit, although the way she obtained it was quite simple. One day, while walking around the island, Shion found a strange fruit. Without thinking much, she ate it. That’s how she became the bearer of the Tsuki Tsuki no Mi (Moon-Moon Fruit).

This fruit grants Shion the ability to generate light balls that she can shape into various forms. Unlike Kizaru, who can move through light and shoot explosive lasers, Shion cannot pass through objects or generate lasers. Instead, her light spheres solidify into hard, impactful structures upon hitting the target.

Does This Fruit Have a Awakening?

Indeed, the most interesting aspect of this fruit is its mythical nature, which directly connects it to Luffy’s Gomu Gomu Fruit. While Luffy’s fruit represents imagination, Shion’s embodies hope. Upon awakening, Shion gains the ability to act as a sort of "battery" for others.

A curious fact is that this fruit only awakens if the bearer of the Gomu Gomu Fruit also awakens their fruit.

Literally, Shion’s reaction every time Luffy uses Gear 5 is something like: "Not again, please 😐."

How Does It Work as Support?

In the middle of a losing battle, the fruit’s power can temporarily heal the wounds of her allies (once the effect wears off, the wounds return to their original state), give them an energy boost, and strengthen their attacks and defenses. It is a perfect ability to enhance Luffy’s Gear 5 and improve the skills of his nakamas. For example, someone like Nami, who is usually considered "weak" compared to her other crewmates, could become a true powerhouse in battle with Shion’s help.

However, this fruit has some significant drawbacks: its power heavily depends on the strength of the bearer. If the user of the fruit is weak, the effects will be much less effective. Additionally, and perhaps most importantly, although Shion can enhance others with her ability, she cannot use this power on herself. Another issue is that in this state, her energy depletes faster, so she avoids manipulating light sources.

Yes, basically Shion’s story is a mix of Kuma, King, and Boa’s stories.

And her fruit. Well, thinking about white spheres and the phrase “the light of the moon will guide your path,” I simply thought of calling it “Tsuki Tsuki no Mi” and giving it those properties.

Hahahaha, sorry for my lack of imagination.

[drowning-in-cacophony]

Fractures

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 268: Fractured Forms

[Summary: what is fractured never heals back perfectly normal]

“Sorry,” he says.

She winces, a hand slipping past the cracks spiralling up one side. The fingers, the skin, phasing like a laser out of sync with a camera’s frames; even the ghostly touch burns acid against what shivering organs lie inside. It’s not his fault, not really. He didn’t know it’d turn out this way.

But he’d done it, so she blames him a little anyway.

“I’ll fix it,” he promises, a falsehood off his tongue. Sure, he believes it as honestly as his lungs crave air. She knows better. When you fracture something, it’ll never heal back the same it was before the crack. Her unbroken form is a long gone memory now.

He should have left her in the dirt. He should have left her.

“We need to focus.” Her voice raspy, her throat painful. Is this what it’s always going to be like now? She forces a hand away from her gaping insanity, something that never should have been possible and yet here she is. Dressed in borrowed clothes, her old jacket over the top – he’d kept that, and if she presses her nose to the collar, she thinks she can just about catch her old perfume. Freesia blooms, staining the fabric like the blood scattered on the hem. Freckles, haunting proof of the near past.

The clothes slip and phase into the fractures. A slippery slope their mere drape cannot fight.

His eyes sharpen, his nod a shaky mess. “Yes. Yes, we do. Do you… do you have an idea what we should do about it all?”

Her sigh tastes stale against the back of her teeth. Her tongue flickers, bone then gum then something foreign splitting against the inside of her cheek. He’d break reality for her, wrap fingers around something so stuck it’ll break as pulled, and yet it’s still at her altar he’d implore. That’s the whole driving reason, likely. Staring off into a world churning, and there’s only one mind that he could rely on to dig them out of this.

“After you show me what’s happened.”

“As soon as this bus turns up.” He cranes around her to check the winding road, empty of the hulking rectangular shape. His eyes distracted, she peels back her coat and peers down at herself. The fracturing of her form. An ugly wound, the eye-aching edges. The colours burn at her retinas, the impossibility of it all. Looking at it has her teeth on edge – or is that just the fissure growing against her mouth, a sensitivity to set them off? He shouldn’t have done this. Not if he was going to deliver her dripping in thoughtless selfishness.

Desperation, though. It does horrid, crazy things: he’d probably been a horrid crazy thing without her.

Not too much longer, the bus comes trundling towards them, bright yellow streaks to banish the gentle autumn chill on their ankles. Her coat falls over the crater, the casting of a shadow, the closing of her eyelids when she’d turned to that blissful dark before. They take a seat, his knee bumping against hers, and let the thing drive them into town. The landscape blurs outside of rain-spotted glass. His fingers twitch and brush against her leg. Fingertips scraping against her jeans like they’re wet sand, pieces of her bunching up underneath blunt nails.

If she looks at him, she’ll trace his next apology from his eyes. So when she winces, a split throbbing brighter on the threads of her sweater, she keeps looking at the window. The chipping of cheap rubber, the grey sky stretching out beyond.

“When we get to town, lead me through the epicentre,” she tells him, still not looking. “Show me all the damage. Then we can see what we can do.”

He’s close enough, in these small bus seats, that she can smell the thick constant of his signature scent, that chemical deodorant undercut by the mustiness of his coat. It’s still covered in a fine layer of dust from the Facility, mud decorating the sleeves like tatty embroidery from where he’d dug. His consequences will wash out with a good cycle around the machine.

He’s made hers permanent.

“I know you’ll be able to see what I can’t,” he says. Like it’s obvious, like she’s his saviour descending down from the sky. She’s always been able to see what he can’t; she’s always been the one he turns to. “We’ll find a terminal afterwards if you need it. I know a couple places – things have-” He coughs, a small thing into his coat, unable to muffle the awkwardness. “Things have changed a bit.”

Her reflection doubles as the bus begins to take a corner. An unwieldy thing that’ll still squeeze through the gap because it has to, and the angle has her face splitting. Her eye overlaps at the edges, an image in sympathy.

Her side gives a stirring throb.

His fingers give a sweaty, apologetic pinch.

The city rears up, a handful of engine growls and pin-tight corners later. They’re not the only ones to get off, an old lady with a cane scampering off before her, paying no mind to the shallow ditch cracked through the dirt. One of the new scars for her to greet. She stands underneath the flag of another bus stop, gazing out at a city bearing its own fractures. Torn through concrete, weeds already starting to determinedly claim back what they can. If they grew on her, maybe they’d knit her into some sort of togetherness, fix the mistake he’s left shattered throughout her form. It wouldn't be the same, however. She's never going to be the same.

He steps down behind her, his sigh coffee-dark in the strands of her hair.

“This way,” he says, holding out his hand to her.

Keeping one hovering underneath the fabric of her coat, acid splashing against her palm, she lets her other hand go to his.

[raedroid]

The Star Covers Meets The Phantom Of The Park

The crowd was wild and the screaming was intense. Katherine looked over at her fellow band mates as they wrapped up their concert. Tanya threw her bright blue drumsticks out for fans to catch, each pair sporting a dark blue star and signed signature. Cassie waved her fans with one ear covered. Her ears were more sensitive than the rest of them so it was common for her to be covering them. Veena waved to the fans and even gave blow kisses out to the audience members. Some of the boys were screaming how much they loved her and the girls almost fainted when Veena gave them a wink. Classic behaviour of Veena. Katherine smiled gently as she threw her purple guitar picks out for more fans to get.

The concert rounded up and they walked over to the side steps leading to their trailer. Their tour manager Greg Nolans was cheering them on happily while Alan Robinson, their manager, simply smiled and said nothing. Their manager was known for being judgmental and hard to talk to and the girls did their best to ignore it. Eventually, they got down to the last steps and were blinded by the lights of cameras from journalists and photographers of all kinds. Katherine simply smiled and waved at them while Tanya gave a thumbs up to everyone, Cassie hyped up the crowd and Veena posed for each shot. They were only turning 11 and they were already on top of the world.

However, as they get their photos taken, Katherine noticed something odd in the crowd of reporters. Someone taking photos with a blank look on his face with dirty blond hair and a bright blue shirt. Another odd note in the crowd was a young woman rushing in, security guards holding her back

“Ma’am please you can’t be back here!” One of them ordered. The woman seemed young, at least early 20s, and was frantic. Katherine looked over at the scene and elbowed Veena standing next to her and she alerted Tanya and Cassie standing in front of them. They looked over concerned about the situation in front of them

“No please! I must get through please! I have to find him! He’s in there somewhere!” She pleaded. Katherine looked at the woman and recognized her. She was looking for someone earlier. They bumped into each other at a merchandise stand in the afternoon. Katherine recognized her and knew what she had to do

“Wait let her go! Please!” She asked the guards. When they didn’t hear her, she got more angry. “Hey! Let her go!” She shouted. In a panic, she bumped into Veena and she accidentally released her magenta laser beam out of her eye that hits the group and traps them in a magenta trance. They looked at her in shock as Veena rubbed her eye annoyed. The fans and reporters surrounding the area looked on in surprised, amazed by Veena’s laser attack, but the woman was more mesmerized than anything else and slowly walked towards the group.

“She’s been trying to get backstage girls! You need to kick her out!” Alan growled at them.

“Not now Alan.” Veena replied. Katherine looked over at the woman and smiled as best as she could.

“No wonder you were freaking out earlier. You must the girl I saw at the merchandise stand this afternoon right?” She asked.

“You were Katherine Peterson this whole time?” The woman asked surprised.

“Yeah. You’re looking for someone. But it’s not us isn’t it?” Veena asked warmly. The woman nodded, nervous for her life as she stared at the young stars.

“Yes. My fiancé Sam went missing. I told you about that when we bumped into each other. I’m pretty sure he was taking pictures of you” She replied. A security guard came over and gripped the woman by the shoulder

“Listen there are plenty of photographers out here. How can any one of these be-“ he was cut off by Veena, who raised her hand to stop him. He rolled his eyes in response.

“You said he was taking photos of us?” Veena asked and the woman nodded. “Well he’s definitely still around. I mean there’s no way he flew up into space or something.” She laughed a bit. “Can you describe him for us?” She asked

“Yeah dirty blonde hair, blue shirt, about this tall.” She described

“Yeah he was here.” Katherine said

“This is ridiculous.” The security guard responded before Cassie and Tanya shot him a death glare at him, making him gulp in nervousness.

“Hey. Don’t worry. I’m sure he didn’t went too far from here. I know you’ll be able to find him. There’s not really that much we can do at the moment but if you ever need us, we can give free backstage passes to our next concerts and we can talk then. Everything’s gonna be ok.” Katherine assured. The girls walked past and gave her a sincere smile with their managers trailing behind them. Everyone else stared on dumbfounded by Katherine’s suggestion

“Are you kidding me!” Alan shouted, smacking Katherine at her head. “You can’t just give free passes to people like that! Are you insane! What kind of a girl are you? That woman is crazy in her head.” Alan blabbered on but Katherine didn’t back down from her decision

“She has been wandering around the park aimlessly for probably hours. I think she needs help.” Katherine reaffirmed herself

“Yeah. But if you really wanted to help her, send her to a mental hospital instead of giving her a free pass. Or do you need to go there too?” Alan joked

“Hey how about you don’t make fun of Katherine like that?” Tanya asked and Alan laughed off

“Well I think it’s pretty clear that’s what you should do. Now get some sleep because you got a long autograph signing session tomorrow and a giant press conference.” Alan informed. They nodded in silence before walking over to their trailer, Katherine looking back, worried about that woman.

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“Come on Cassie! You got it!” Tanya shouted excitedly. Once they went to their trailer, they immediately started playing Super Smash Bros Brawl as they were trying to defeat the final boss of the story mode. It was Cassies turn and she was trying the best she could with her character

“Look out for that stupid sound wave thing!” Veena screamed before Cassie’s character was killed in the game.

“Come on.” Cassie groaned defeated

“Hey no worries. I don’t think anyone is able to dodge that one.” Tanya reassured her as she gently patted her back. “Now then, my turn.” She announced, taking the controller from her hand and started selecting her character. Katherine smiled at her friends before she got lost in her thoughts, thinking of the woman. She didn’t get her name but she was certain she wanted to help her. She was reminded of the afternoon meeting with this woman

It was a clear and bright afternoon. Katherine dressing up in more blending clothes than her usual outfits and closet. As much as she adored being a rockstar, she found comfort and even amusement of blending into crowds and nobody knowing who she was. She scoped out the merchandise and admired the cute shirts and the dolls designed by a fan turned merchandise designer from Japan. As she admired the products, a hand grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around

“Sam!” A voice cried happily. She turned and saw a young woman in her early twenties with brown hair and soft blue eyes in beautiful pink top and blue jeans. She blushed embarrassed as she saw who was standing there. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.” She apologized before walking off gloomily

“Hey is everything alright?” She asked politely.

“Oh it’s nothing. I was looking for my fiancé. We were supposed to go to the concert tonight but I haven’t seen him in a long time.” She explained

“Oh I’m sorry about that. But I’m sure he’s not too far away. Does he work here or something?” Katherine asked

“Yeah he works with this guy named Abner Devereaux. Abner’s kinda old you see and Sam’s trying to help him out a lot”

“Abner Devereaux? Like from Kiss Meets The Phantom Abner?”

“You know that movie?”

“Of course! I love cheesy mess movies! But seriously is it the same Abner?”

“Not sure. But he’s been on the news a lot lately. Theres been a lot of problems going on at the park and that’s why Sam’s going over to help him out.” Katherine was surprised to hear that but she brushed it off.

“Look I promise everything will be fine. I’m sure you’ll find him somewhere.” Katherine assured and the woman smiled.

“Thank you. I better get going. Maybe I should talk to Abner. Thank you again.” She watched the woman run off and Katherine looked on, worried about the woman’s safety

“Katherine? Katherine wake up!” Katherine was brought back to reality by Veena calling her name. She looked around and saw the others looking at her worried and confused. She looked around the room and almost completely forgot that she was back in their trailer. The room was large with a set of bunk beds on both sides of the trailer, with one being closest to a stove and mini fridge and the other being close to the tv and gaming consoles. The room had a small but cute carpet in the centre and there was a large bookcase consisting of movies to watch and books for Cassie and Tanya to indulge in.

A record player sits on top of the bookcase with shelves on the walls holding their records, mostly consisting of Kiss, Duran Duran, The Beatles, The Monkees, and more. There are photos on the wall of the girls on their travelling endeavours across their tour and posters of their favourite bands. Once Katherine got a look at the room, she started feeling better

“Are you ok? You kinda zoned out there?” Tanya asked, sitting next to her and patting her back.

“Yeah I’m alright. I just can’t stop thinking about that woman from the concert. She seemed really-“

“Melissa.” Veena spoke and the others looks at her confused. “Her name is Melissa.” She repeated.

“How do you know that?” Cassie asked

“I don’t know. When I hit her with the laser eye, that information just kinda entered my mind instantly. It’s weird.” She answered.

“What are you a mind reader?” Cassie questioned surprised

“No! I don’t know! It just happened! I was not in control of that situation!” She shouted, throwing her arms up

“Never mind guys. Melissa is still looking for her boyfriend and she was looking for him for hours. There’s definitely something going on here.” Katherine considered

“Do you think it has something to do with those things we found randomly? Those Talentments?” Tanya questioned.

“Possibly.” The Talentments were four magical objects in the shapes of a music note, a mist swirl, a heart and a lightning bolt. They were resting in a small red case, hidden in one of their drawers of the trailer.

“And what else did you learn from meeting her?”

“This might sound crazy but Sam works with Abner Devereaux.” Katherine said confused.

“Ok Deja Vu?” Tanya asked. “Melissa running around the park, her fiancé is missing, a rock and roll band in an amusement park? Not to mention us finding some strange magic space rocks.”

“If this is Kiss meet the phantom all over again, can I make extremely cringy and terrible cat puns?” Cassie asked

“Well at least you won’t have a terrible reverb effect on your voice.” Katherine remarked

“At least you won’t be overdubbed by Michael Bell!” Cassie retorted

“At least you won’t have the worst actor in the whole goddamn film.” Veena joked

“At least you guys actually get lines. Also I thought you love Paul Vee?” Tanya retorted

“I do but I can admit his flaws. Just like how I do it to Alan every five minutes.” They all laughed hard and soon their door opens.

“Ok girls. Settle down already. You’re gonna give me a bigger headache than I have already.” Alan shouted

“Speaking of which, learn to knock next time buddy. What if we were changing in here?” Veena groaned

“Doesn’t sound like you were changing. It sounded like you were lazing around when you should be focusing on making songs!”

“We’re kids. Can we at least play video games?” Cassie questioned

“We went over this countless times. You can’t let your family down. You won’t be able to be better musicians and performer if you keep on lacking around doing nothing. They would be very ashamed of themselves if I were them. You don’t want to affect our record company and disappoint your family right?” He threatened. The girls sat there looking down ashamed while he smirked at their faces.

“We.. didn’t mean to make you upset.” Katherine murmured before he goes over and strokes her cheek.

“Now don’t worry. The more you work, the better. I don’t mean to sound cruel but that’s just how the world works. If you don’t, then you’ll never get anywhere. Everyone is looking up to you so don’t let these little things keep you distracted from what’s important ok? You girls are legends and you have to work hard so you need to sacrifice some things for this job.” He said and Katherine looked at his hand in nervousness before nodding.

“We’ll do better.” She muttered softly

“Good.” He replied and patted her on the shoulder. “Do not let this happen again. Goodnight girls. We’ll be over at our residence in 30 minutes. Sleep well you legends.” He leaves the room and Katherine looks down at the ground in worry

“I’d figure our manager would be a lot better than this right?” She said nervously.

“Hey look. We need to talk to someone about this. I’m sure someone will understand.” Veena reassured.

“But we should get some sleep because Cassie, you look like you’re about to pass out.” Tanya pointed out. They look over to Cassie, leaning against the wall almost falling into a pillow

“Hey I look great. Don’t judge me.” She groaned, grabbing the pillow and throwing it at her and they let out a laugh before Tanya grabs her and pulls her up. “Hey! Let me go! You’re not my mom!” She countered.

“You’re right Katherine is!” She responded.

“Hey don’t drag me into this!” Katherine said and they laughed more as Cassie was plopped onto her bed and Tanya tucked her in and climbed up onto her top bunk bed

“Come on. You need sleep too.” Veena suggested and gently pushed Katherine onto her bed

“Yes your highness.” She joked rolling her eyes.

“I mean it. We’re gonna have a long day tomorrow and if you want to help Melissa, we’re gonna have to get up pretty early before Alan comes in and kills us.” Veena noticed Katherine stiffen as she mentioned Alan. Alan always put more pressure on her because she was the front woman of the group. She immediately regretted mentioning him to her.

“Look everything’s gonna be ok. We’ll help out with Melissa tomorrow morning. She’s a lot like you I feel like. She doesn’t seem like the type to give up easily just like you and I’m sure she will come back tomorrow to see where he went.” She comforted and they both looked and smiled at each other and soon Veena grabbed her blankets and tucked her into bed. “Goodnight girl! Let me know if you need anything alright darling.”

“Darling? I thought you only say that at concerts?” Katherine remarked

“I don’t know, it’s my new saying I guess. Goodnight.” She called out.

“Thanks sweetie.” She replied. Katherine saw her jump up onto her top bunch bed. Katherine felt the trailer move off as a driver pulled them off to their current residence for the time being. As she goes to sleep, all of the thoughts in her head went wild but she just squeezed the edge of her blanket and slowly her breathing evened out and she felt more safe than before as she remembered her 3 band mates who have become a part of her family, finally peacefully falling asleep.

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Inside the laboratory, the lights were dimmed and gave off a cold blue colouring. The only visible light was the light of the moon shining through the ceiling window above, one of the most exquisite part of the building. In the main room, Abner sat alone, looking over photographs that were taken of the girls, onstage and off. As he examined them, another figure entered the room. Abner turned to see him and smiled

“Ah Sam. Had fun tonight? Your pictures were perfect. I suggest finding a good place to rest up. I will call you when I need your assistance.” He ordered calmly and watched Sam leave the room. “Now then, to continue my experiments. And this time-“

As he spoke, one of his computer screens lit up and he turned to look at it, seeing the tall and dangerous figure on the screen. He dusted himself off and bowed before her

“Crimson Witch, my liege. How may I serve you?” He questioned. He heard a sigh from the screen and he looked worried. “Is there something wrong my liege?” He asked

“Abner? Where the hell are you? I thought I told you to head back to the palace at once. Why are you back on the filthy planet? It’s revolting.” She responded rudely.

“My apologies I will return soon. I just got some major news that I hope to get for you.” He answered

“It better be good. I don’t have the patience for you to be wasting my time.” She groaned

“My liege, the Starterian Talentments, there are nearby the park. I identified them the other night when I returned back to my lab. I wanted to inform you on the matter. Additionally, I have captured some people to help me steal back the Talentments” Once he mentioned the talentments, her eyes lit up in interest

“Interesting. Now you’ve caught my attention. For once in your pathetic life. But frankly, I don’t trust you to get these talentments. You’ve gotten a lot more older and crazier since the last stunt you pulled here back in 1978. And after that, I’m struggling to find your potential.” She revealed.

“Please this time I have a plan and this time, it’ll work. I’m begging you my liege, give me another chance please. Besides the holder of the Talentments are a bunch of 10 year old girls. It’ll be so easy to take them away from those brats.” He pointed out.

“Really? Well, I suppose you’re right. Alright, I believe this should be easy for you. I’ll leave you to it my good sir.” She answered and he let out a sigh of relief. “However, make no mistake. If I find out that you have lost to those children and failed miserably to a bunch of nobodies again, I will recondition you. Understand?” She threatened. Abner sweat in nervousness. After the amount of failures that the generals of the Dark Clipse, she has been much more harsher and crueler than usual.

“Yes my liege. Without you, I am nothing.” He murmured. She smirked at the obedience of this man before turning off the camera. Abner shot up and looked at his robots, more technically advanced than his projects of the past. He could feel their eyes staring at him and he started hyperventilating and crumbled to the floor. He had dedicated his time and energy into the Dark Clipse and had devoted himself completely to The Crimson Witch and she accepts no mistakes. He can’t disappoint her again otherwise he’ll end up in a pile of bodies out the palace of the Crimson Witch. He slowly got up after a few seconds and wiped his tears away

“I’m fine. You have to be fine. For your leader.” He muttered to himself. He returned to his table and began studying the girls photographs intensely, checking every detail of their appearance, pulling out a FlamePhone and beginning schematics of each of the girls.

“Those girls will never ruin my reputation like those four kissterian imposters.”

[bloodmoon-daycare]

Pretty sure the red eye is sensitive to light (I would assume since it’s mostly covered) so if you find a light small enough for you next time you get almost caught you can just flash it in the red eye to give you enough time to escape (for the small boys)

Small light? L-like the laser pens we s-see people use for cats?

Yes yes! Like the white o-one Solar has for us?

Yes, maybe we can ask Solar for one like that for defence!

[juststayquiete]

Thanks for the questions to @vincentmatthews!!! I decided to answer almost all the questions since I haven't posted my V's bio before so prepare for a ride!

Name

V (born Valerie García)

Nicknames

V, Val (though the last one is rarely used because she was known as Val only in her neighborhood).

Age

27 y.o. (born 12.10.2049)

Pronouns

She/her.

Sexuality

Bisexual (although as someone on ace spectrum I'll probably would reflect it on her too).

Hair color and style

Her hair is platinum blondish I guess, but not pure white. She always keeps them short now but when she was a teen she had long black hair until someone took advantage of her in the fight by pulling her tail. She usually uses hair gel to keep her hairstyle in place since she always has some physical activities to do (aka fighting sjgshdjsjs).

Eye color

Her own eyes were chocolate brown, now they're greyish white.

Height

175 cm

Personality

She's quick-tempered, but in normal state she's chill and sociable. Hates disrespect and always act impulsive if she doesn't like someone's attitude. Has no hesitation to use violence, although never starts a fight with people who in her opinion don't deserve it. Has a harsh way with her words. Introverted and private with her personal life. A big nerd in secret - loves Bushido movies, reads comics and sci-fi. It's not easy to make her laugh but easy to make her smile. She loves teasing people. Has a hard time to rely on the others, so mostly keep her problems to herself. Which is probably classifies as trust issues?... But people who won her trust also win her undeniable loyalty.

Tattoos

Has a shit-ton of them, most of them since youth and part of them were tattooed as jokes. V doesn't notice them anymore, they're a part of her body. The one she regrets getting though - NUSA tattoo, she'll probably just laser it some day.

Piercings

Has brow, nose and ear piercings at the moment.

Definable features

Freckles!!!!

Hobbies

Reading, watching movies, riding her bike with some music on, shopping, walking through NC, roasting Johnny etc etc

Gang/ Occupation

A merc. Never was in a gang in NC since she hates having an authority lol. Was in a gang in Atlanta, didn't end well for both parties💀

Do they smoke?

Yep. She smoked a lot when she was a teen but then she grow up and understood that it's a not good habit for a solo. Nowadays she smokes 1-2 cigarettes a day and almost has no cravings for it. When Johnny started to whine about smoking, though, V quitted immediately💀

Do they drink?

Yes. V drinks beer and whiskey but lately never gets too drunk since Jackie and her started gaining street cred and possible unwanted attention. Well, and then the shit-storm started, so she never has a chance to get drunk. She was trying some drugs when she was a teen but after her friend almost died of overdosing she promised to St Muerta to never use them for her friend's life. Her friend lived, so V keeps her promise to St Muerta.

What do they usually wear on a normal day?

Something comfortable and sporty style but doesn't mind of wearing revealing clothes though. So her style is usually tank tops, bras, shorts, yoros, leather pants, loose pants, short jackets, etc etc. She likes wearing bright colors. She almost always wears sunglasses since she had too sensitive eyes when she hadn't chipped in, so now it's more like a habit.

What do they wear when they get dressed up?

If she gets dressed up it's still her same style but more pricey clothes sjshjsjj for some rare exceptions she could wear a dress or a skirt.

What do they smell like?

She doesn't like strong smells so she doesn't use perfume and probably smells like her shampoo, hair gel, deo and laundry skshdjsjs

How do they walk?

Quickly and with confidence.

Early bird or night owl?

Night owl for sure!!! Though she does like early mornings for their atmosphere and sunrises.

One word to define them.

Tough.

Favorite season.

Summer.

Favorite weather.

Sunny or right after it rained.

Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise?

Nope. She has some feelings towards River but she doesn't see them working out, so she brokes up with him at some point.

Main pairing.

V/long happy life lmao

Side pairings.

V/Rogue, corpo au V/Frank, V/Kerry.

How do they show affection to the loved ones?

V's love languages are most definitely acts of service and quality time. So she's more likely to help you deal with you mess and then take you out to have a lunch.

How do they sit in a chair?

Her ankle is on the knee of the other leg, her hands are on her thighs.

What do they wear to bed?

An old ratty and super soft t-shirt! She has several of them lol.

How do they usually sleep?

On her side, hugging the blanket or the another pillow.

How do they sleep in a place they don't know?

Like a rock lmao, not would be happy waking up though, V hates when her morning routine is messed up.

Do they have to form a white noice to sleep?

When she's able to buy decent apts she's freaked out by silence at first since she always lived in loud areas but in a few nights she got used to it and actually starts to appreciate it.

What's a place they go to feel comfortable?

Outskirts of NC for sure. She has complex relationship with NC - she was born and raised here and the city is a part of her own personality, she can't imagine living somewhere else. Even in Atlanta she was terribly homesick all the time. But the same time she never feels more free when she's away from NC. She loves driving in less popular areas, just enjoying her ride, music and the silence.

What do they do when they're nervous?

She never lets her hands fidget to keep them steady, so it's her legs that twitch and shake, though her old sensei (Tanaka-san who was teaching her to fight with a katana and use throwing knives) taught her some breathing techniques to keep your whole body calm. So mostly she is just screaming like a banshee inside now :D

What's their favorite color?

Corral, purple, golden, silver, dark red, black, neon green, yellow.

Favorite sweets.

Not a fan of them now, even though she was going nuts over them when she was a kid sjshsjsj

Do they have any pets?

Ofc it's her fav sphynx Nibbles and iguana Rocket. Nibbles is very polite and friendly cat except having too much energy at nights. Also Johhny and her can swear he was staring right at Johnny several times, which is creepy for V and extremely exciting for Johnny lol. Rocket is also chill and friendly, dude just climbs everywhere. V wonders if she'll live long enough to see him grown :')

If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go?

She'll probably join the Aldecaldos for some time. Among the cities she wants to visit NY and Tokyo.

Their comfort meal, food that they hate, favorite non-alcoholic drink.

Her mom didn't cook so they usually had some instant food. Now V's so sick of it she can't even look at it in the shops.

V hates the taste of garlic and bananas.

V loves sodas!!!! She can drink 5 cans a time lol.

Their plans for the future.

Make Johnny to fuck off but mostly survive this whole shitshow.

A song that fits them.

Venom by Little Simz.

I'll leave 5 random facts and a backstory for later, this came out long as it is sjdhsjsjs

Thanks for everyone who read all of this💀💖💖💖

[deathshadowed]

@halfxspider

Besides the murderous vigilante thing, Karma kept a laser eye on the developed medicines, both out of duty and to honor her father's legacy. The latest was a joint project, a painkiller to effectively combat nerve pain without side effects ranging from headache to stomach ulcers. She knew underestimation was everyone's first and very last mistake, they expected her to either be the ditzy rich who gladly shoves all work to researchers or the timid, too trusting orphan. Yes, she was definitely bringing the Colt Python for tonight's reveal.

Her alarms immediately sounded after the disappearance of the first batch, the quantity was minimal, no one would've noticed. The returned pills had something different besides the active component, but first she had to narrow the suspects down before bringing it up. She was watching the second dose carried away, following from a safe distance with her trusted motorbike.

After a month, her crosshair was unwavering with the Vitality Life's slimy chief executive and his head scientists. She had...visited the laboratory, the addition was an addictive which would've kept symptoms permanently present unless taken every day. More profit for them and for her to be fully honest, but she could care less. Furthermore what would happen if they couldn't take the dosage in time?

Appearance immaculate as always, cold smiles at the endless congratulations and praise. The large dress flowed gracefully, the old fashioned style combated by an eye catching V neck which was on the edge of a wardrobe malfunction. She excused herself during a heated speech about how glad they were she carried on her father's legacy -bullshit. She was cutting off profit from others by producing quality medicines with the least side effects.- ; the Vitality Life decided to slip away with a handful of bodyguards to a possibility lower floor, giving her the perfect opening.

A small sigh as the door finally closed behind her, it was a lie that she was sensitive to light. Noise on the other hand...

The hidden sewn in zipper opened, her dress falling off like a snake's skin. Zipping up the suit hidden under, nimble fingers making a quick work of the sizeable concealed Colt, discarding the scope for now.

Finally rid of the unnecessary sunglasses as well; the hunt started as Karma soundlessly descended after the culprits.