#you have the outgoing energetic city boy

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

I'm going back through my phone notes and I remember I was gonna write a fun kinda tongue in cheek TFA fic of Ratchet dealing with various interfacing related injuries and getting fed up with them all. Like Autobot-Decepticon truce situation, and he's gotta deal with stuff like Lugnut coming in with shattered optics because Strika sat on his face too hard, and Bulkhead comes in with minor electrical burns and arhythmia because Bumblebee accidentally shocked him, and Shockwave and Blurr coming in with friction burns in embarrassing places for reasons you can probably figure out. Like fun non-serious but embarrassing injuries. Then the punchline would be Ratchet getting a broken hip because he fell off the berth in the middle of getting busy with Arcee and the other medics desperately trying not to laugh while patching him up. That's for sure going on the future fics list.

[kittenpower05]

You guys should probably know my ocs huh.

so anyways YAYYYYY FINALLY AN INTRODUCTION!!! Kind of spoilers but mostly not because their story is nowhere !!!!! And if it were I'm not telling you ANYTHING about how it goes!!!!!

We have Ashton, they/them, 20 years old. They have. An INCREDIBLY LARGE hero complex. This is mostly something that's repressed until one day where they feel confronted in the streets, retaliates in self defense. Uh oh, they now have a Taste for Justice and begins their journey as a self described vigilante. They start to uncover some Messed Up Stuff going on underneath the city's nose but! Guess what! It's NOT their problem, nor SHOULD it be their problem, and ESPECIALLY not alone! But they feel like it's their responsibility to carry this burden alone all edgelord style, and so they won't be asking for help, and they sure will be doing this to the detriment of their own mental health :)

Then we have their sister, Jadyn! Jadyn, she/her, 16. She is bubbly and energetic, an optimist on the surface, generally a ray of sunshine. She does her best to mask as the support pillar of every friend group, but as it does, it starts to WEIGH ON HER REAL HEAVY. She begins to feel like she needs to be positive and helpful all the time or else everything round her will start to crumble. This starts to feel real familiar huh. So when she notices that Ashton is not doing swell, oh boy will she get to the bottom of it if it's the last thing she does! If they won't tell her what's wrong, then it's her job to figure it out and stop it at once!! Very cool of her, Ashton does not appreciate this.

We then got Darius! He/him, 19, Ashton's best friend, the spontaneous outgoing guy who always seems to make friends wherever he goes. Sweet guy, really caring, INCREDIBLY oblivious. But not at all stupid. Though he's a bit pushy, he has everyone's best interests in mind and is always looking to help improve the people around him. Sadly. He is not good at this. Though it takes him a while to realize what's going on, when he realizes it, he is ON IT LIKE A HAWK. He realizes Ashton's crush on him before *they* even realize it, and once he figures out the vigilante stuff, his #1 priority Shutting It Down. Ok, yeah maybe hunting them down and trying to catch them in the act may not be the *best* course of action, but what is he going to do? Have a conversation with them? In their current mental state??

We also have a lot of side characters! But I don't have names for them, just vague ideas! So yay! Ashton is the Main Guy running the biz, story is told from their pov. The other two are the other driving forces that help Ashton through their journey and by help i mean be a massive hinderance.

[misstycloud]

One chance please

Yandere best friend x male reader

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Kyon and (Y/n) had been friend since as long as they remember. All the memories of their youth were filled with each other. Friends since diapers, they were. A big part in their relationship was their mothers, they were old friends since their school days, so it was natural that Kyon and (Y/n) also grew to be the best of friends. The latter sprout the be outgoing and energetic, having it easy in finding new companions, while the former became the shy and more quiet one, not having it very easy to make friends. His shy nature made opportunities for bullies to appear, and he was to weak to fight them off. Luckily he had a best friend to protect him from these dangers. It wasn’t a rare occurrence that (Y/n) had to save him from harrasment. Kyon greatly admired his companion, he was so brave and seemed to shine brightly; like the sun. While he was just Kyon, nothing noticeable. He was so grateful to have someone like him in his life, protecting him and staying. Honestly was was rather afraid he’d grow tired of him and eventually leave, but he hadn’t left. (Y/n) still hung out with him regularly, and a lot more than with those other friends he had. Kyon was clearly the favourite and that made him somewhat proud. 

His best memories were of the two of them during summer break, when they were in his grandparents house. Being practically family, they were happy to invite their grandson’s friend. The two boys would run around all day, often in the forrest that laid nearby. If one were to walk for 20 minutes, they’d find a charming tree house; painted in yellow coating, with paper blooms as detail. They could stay in there for hours, often forgetting time and just enjoying themselves. Not far away from Kyon’s grandparent’s house was a little shop, they had all kinds of candy and snacks. But the best they had was their ice cream, it was a luxury they got whenever they could. Back home in the city, both boys attended the same elementary school and were even seated right beside each other in the same class. It was fantastical, now they could be together all the time! (Y/n) always stopped by Kyon’s house on his way to school, picked him up and then went together. Afterwards they attended classes and hung out during recess, and finally went home when the day was over. That’s how their life went on in elementary. Kyon loved how it was, it was perfect, he loved being with (Y/n)! No way he would get tired of him, they could literary be glued to him and Kyon wouldn’t complain a bit. 

Things went on like that until middle school, and things changed. They were separated into different classes, because their schedules didn’t match it meant they weren’t able to see the other as much anymore. But (Y/n) was fine since he had a rather outgoing and chill personality, people really liked him. His new classmates asked why he hadn’t joined in when the whole grade got together and hung out during festivals, or why he hadn’t talked to some friend groups containing people of different classes. It’s not like it’s forbidden to mingle with other kids who’re not in your home room. When he replied to that question he just said he guessed he didn’t think about it that way, he already had such a good friend so he didn’t feel the need to mix. The class’s reaction to that wasn’t to accept it and move on, no instead he got to hear thing like this. 

“What, you mean that Kyon guy?”

”Yes, he’s the one. We’ve been friends since-“

”Sorry, don’t mean to offend or anything, but why are you hanging out with…someone like him?” One of the girls said in a semi mocking tone, she giggled while turning to look at the others in the classroom.

”She’s right, he’s like kinda weird. He never says anything and always looking down at the floor, while you actually interact and exist. Kyon is just not really there, y’know?” The boy to (Y/n)’s left explained. 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be chained to him, it’s bad for you. You’d be better off hanging with us.” 

“Yeah.”

As more people in the little classroom began agreeing, (Y/n) felt pressure to comply. But he didn’t want to abandon his friend like that, so he decided he could play with both his new friends and Kyon. Since they couldn’t see each other during school hours, they could just meet after school. It’d time up with his other companions. 

So the childhood friends only met up after class, and often at (Y/n)’s house. Sometime when they were younger they just established that the layer’s home would be the main base, so that’s were they kept all of their toys. Thing like action figures, basketballs, board games and such were safely stored in the (h/c) haired males closet. Kyon wasn’t stupid, he knew (Y/n) had other friends and understood he couldn’t keep him from being with other people, but is did not mean he liked it. He really didn’t like it. He must say he hated it, actually. Those other friends room up all his bestie’s time and because of that there was no moment for them. The blonde recognised these feelings as jealousy; and it wasn’t fun. At first, he believed the jealousy solely stemmed from his fear of having his best friend taken away, but soon came to realise it was much deeper than that. When he entered puberty, he began feeling new things. Particularly towards his childhood companion, (Y/n). Kyon’s ashamed to admit it took him a great time before realising what he felt towards the other boy was love. He was in love with (Y/n). His protector from childhood, the one closest to him, his sweet, sweet (Y/n). With the new discovery he found joy, however he also found darkness within himself. He wanted the (e/c) male for himself and did not intend to share. He sometimes scared himself with those thoughts, would he; who’d barely hurt a fly, really do sush things? The blonde decided to try to supress his emotions, and play the part as a platonic best bud. What really hurt was when (Y/n) begun showing interest in girls. Those vile, horrible girls that clung to him like slime. They didn’t love him like Kyon did, they only wanted to date him for his good looks and social status. The blue eyed boy was not like that of course, while he did agree his (Y/n) was growing to become exceedingly handsome, it didn’t mean it was the only thing he loved about him. Kyon loved his kindness, humour, how sweet he was to him and most of all; his smile. He was well aware how cheesy it all sounded but that’s how he really felt.

So imagine his rage when his beloved called to tell him one of the girls from his class had asked if he wanted to go to the mall with her. (Y/n) had been so nervous, asking his friend if he thought it was a date she asked for and not just a friends hanging out. God how he wanted to scream, that she was not right for him and was just another filthy rat surrounding him. However, he understood he couldn’t and resolved in using a learned in trick of his. Kyon started shedding tears which eventually turned into sobs. Horrified at Kyon’s outburst, the other boy quickly asked him what was the matter and why he was upset. Faking another wail, the actor played the role of a victim and said he’d gotten harassed again after school. It’s not like (Y/n) knew any better, after all he hadn’t accompanied Kyon home that day. Like the good person he was, the other male decided to cancel his plans with the girl and instead visit his troubled comrade. What he couldn’t have guessed is that while he rushed to the latter’s address, the same boy sat in his room smirking victoriously to himself. 

Weeks turned into months, which turned to years and those two youths grew and came to be teenagers. Starting high school was a distinctive experience, certainly one Kyon would rather not have himself go through a second time. Sadly, he didn’t get the magical transformation from ugly duckling to swan, instead he stayed awkward with blemishes on his face. While Kyon wasn’t ugly, he certainly wasn’t very good looking either. The same couldn’t be said about his infatuation, he’d matured and like he thought, become striking. His (h/c) locks looked soft and silky, his skin stayed unblemished and he defiantly filled out in the right places. Kyon wondered how it would feel to be held by his strong arms, he bet it would be wonderful. Personally, he was always more on the thinner side, it was one of the attributes that caused him to become bullies target and his softer features defiantly didn’t help.

Kyon still came over during after hours and the two of them now spent them watching shows or simply talking. Under one of those sessions they agreed on rewatching the first Halloween movie from 1978. The dumb characters always made the two of them crack up, like their action were so unrealistic. It’s like they wanted to be taken by Michael Myers. This time, right as the first kill showed on screen; a question popped up in the handsome young man’s head. He lowered the volume and turned to look at Kyon who laid right beside him. 

“Why are you turning down the sound?” He asked, curious. The boy next to him gave a smug look and replied.

”Because I have a question for you, my friend.”

”okay..?” Kyon raised his eyebrow in suspicion, wondering what (Y/n) was up to.

”What kind of thing are you attracted to, Kyon?” 

“What?!” The blonde flew up from his position and stared bewildered at him. “Where did that come from?” (Y/n) raised from his place to match his friend and looked him in the eye.

”I just want to know, you’ve never mentioned anything can you blame me for being curious?” The (h/c) haired one complained. A small blush began creeping up on Kyon’s cheeks.

”Well…”

”c’mon, tell meeee!”

”A-alright…geez..” Noticing his friend staring so expectantly at him, he started speaking. “Well, I like (h/c) hair, with a sweet smile. I also like someone who can brighten my day up solely with their presence.” Without his knowledge, the blonde’s smile grew by each sentence and (Y/n) realised he’d hit the jackpot.

“Kyon, do you have someone that you like?” He teased. 

“W-what? No, no of course not. Why would you think that?” 

“Because you’re blushing, my boy!”

”Am not!” Desperate, the panicked boy rebuffed.

”Are too!” 

“Nooo!” 

Kyon insistently shook his head in denial. He didn’t want (Y/n) to know of his feelings yet. The latter laughed at his embarrassment and proceeded to wipe away fake tears. Despite being his main protector, he loved to tease him an awful lot. It was all harmless with no bad intention, but still. Couldn’t he tone it down a bit? (Y/n) gave up and turned up the volume to continue their rewatch. Still flustered from their previous conversations, he fixed his blue eyes on his beloved’s form and thought about throwing the question back at him. Not because he wanted to know what (Y/n)’s type was, no. But because he was just a curious platonic best friend.

”W-what do you like?”

”Hmm?” The (h/c) haired youth decided to put the movie on pause this time and pay full attention to Kyon. “I’d have to say my type is black straight hair, and chocolate brown eyes.” 

“Oh..” kyon muttered, while descreetly feeling his own blonde curls. Straight and dark, huh? It seemed (Y/n)’s type was the complete opposite of what he looked like. Just his luck. 

“You know, Alicia fits perfectly in that description.”

”Alicia…?”

”Yeah, that girl from 2B. The one who broke her leg last year?”

Oh, he remembered. When Kyon went to school, he’d once seen a black haired girl with a cast and crutches wandering around the corridors. He didn’t know her name then but only recalls feeling bad for her. So she was his love’s type. If only she’d been a bitch, then he would have a valid reason to tell his darling that it’d be best to stay away; but she just had to actually be a decent person. Well liked was she, too. Not to mention very pretty. Probably way more attractive than him. Kyon tried not to let it get to him, it was so hard though. He could sense that sickening jealousy bubbling up. Breathing in and out, a method he used to calm himself in certain situations; it usually worked fine, but it didn’t seem to do the trick this time. Excusing himself, the blonde told his friend he needed to go, since there was apparently something he forgot to finish.

”Oh, okay…Kinda hopes you could stay longer, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” He spoke in a dejected voice, sad that his buddy had to leave so soon.

”Yeah, b-bye….”

At home, Kyon sat alone in his dark room. In his hand lay wrinkled fabric. It was a T-shirt, (Y/n)’s shirt to be exact. The lonely male brought the cloth to his nose and breathed in, sniffing the clothing. This is what he did to console himself during hard times. In his closet he kept a secret collection. Things that reminded him of (Y/n), and events that took place in their childhood. Objects like old toys they used to play with, drawings they’d made, clay figures. His more sacred collectives were aged clothes like shirts, a plastic spoon (Y/n)’d used for ice cream, and finally; a lock of (h/c) hair. Since it was the obsessor’s most valuable item, it had a ribbon nicely tied around it and put in a glass pot. Over the years, his collection grew, but each time he felt less and less satisfied with the item; he needed something more, something better. That is how he came to posses the silky locks.

The hair, he got during one of the many sleep overs they shared. Kyon wanted something a little more closer to (Y/n), and thought a piece of hair would do nicely. As soon as his friend had fallen sound asleeep, he tip toed to his bed and cut off a lock. He made sure to cut where he wouldn’t realise a few strands were gone. The (e/c) eyed teen already had so much, surely it’d be okay for Kyon to just take a little, right? In a blue box hidden withing the closet, he held letters; filled with all his secrets. They mainly contained thoughts concerning (Y/n), love confessions and dreams Kyon would want fulfilled together. It was all things he couldn’t bring himself to say. 

The next day the friends met up as usual, and accompanied each other on the way to school. While the blonde wished to talk to (Y/n), the latter seemed rather distracted. He would space out, not listen to Kyon’s speech and bring up hos phone from his pocket to check it many times. Like he was waiting for something. After receiving a hum as acknowledgement for the fourth time; he gave up and let them walk to the academy in silence. Perhaps his friend would be up to talk later, he was never a morning person after all. Using lunch to meet up the boys sat down at a table with their food trays. Exhaling as he seated himself, Kyon looked over at (Y/n) with a content expression that promptly changed to a small frown. The handsome youth had his eyes glued to his electrical device once more. What was so interesting he couldn’t even spare a glance for his childhood best friend? The distracted male came out of it when he suddenly felt a hand shaking him.

”Huh, what?”

”Come on, what are you doing looking at your phone?” Kyon expressed irritably. 

“Ah, sorry!” He quickly apologised. “It’s nothing, just some notifications.”

”Sure, but are they so important you don’t even have time for me?” The blonde pouted, bothered by the action. They didn’t have the many of the same classes, therefor they had to cherish all time they had together. (Y/n) was going to answer his friend, but then a loud beep from his phone caught both of their attention. Kyon wanted to know what was keeping him so distracted, and leaned closer to get a look at the screen. Before he could take a look the other boy turned his screen away, making him unable to see. Glancing at his buddy’s face he saw a smile begin making its way across (Y/n(‘s face. 

“Sorry, bro. I have to go, eat without me.” He said and stood up to leave. The now lonely teen didn’t have time to get a single word in, before the other one dashed away; leaving him to his lonesome.

Later that day, the left male waited faithfully for his love to escort him home. The clock turned 16:30 and (Y/n) still hadn’t showed up like he should. His devoted friend resolved to wait some more, it happened that (Y/n) got stuck talking to the teacher or sometimes finishing a project, so it could be of that reason he wasn’t there. Falling leaves flew into his face and he irritably wafted them away. After twenty more minorities passed Kyon started becoming worried. Where could he be? He hoped nothing had happened. Another student from the same grade suddenly walked passed the gates of the school, turned to face him and quizzed. 

“What are you doing, you know like everyone has gone home?” They raised a brow at his presence.  It was weird that someone still were near school grounds at that time a day. 

“Yes, I-I’m waiting for someone, actually.” Kyon declared. 

“Is it that (Y/n) guy?”

”uhm, yes it’s him.” The blonde became slightly confused at how the student knew of their friendship, until he got the answer directly from the sorce. 

“I’ve seen you hanging around him a lot.”

”Oh…” 

“Well, he’s already gone.”

Kyons while body stiffened at the remark. Already gone? Gone where and without him? Never had (Y/n) left a line before Kyon and that made him slightly fidgety. The student continued. 

“He left to go home probably, wouldn’t you know more about that though?”

”I s-suppose.” He uttered uncertainly. Had (Y/n) really forgotten about him and went home? No, it could be. Did he not want to be friends anymore? What if he’d finally tired of him, that wasn’t good. Thanking the student for informing him about (Y/n)’s actions, he turned his direction to the male’s abode. 

It took about ten minutes to get there, as he chose to jog all the way. When he landed outside the door the youth knocked on it in a stressed manner. His suspicion arose when no one answered his call and he tried a second time, but no luck there either. Was (Y/n) really home? If he was he would have opened. Ultimatly he couldn’t wait any longer and dug in his backpack for spare keys he’d gotten to the house. Pulling on the handle, the door opened softly and Kyon stepped inside the hall. The hallway looked the same as it always had, with grey walls and photo frames farther in. Seeing them made him happy, most of them contained pictures from their little adventures as kids. They showed he was cherished and important to both (Y/n) and his family. They’d always been so close, after all. Kyon was basically family. Recognising he’d gotten stuck in old times, the blonde shook himself out of it. No sounds could be heard in the building except his own breathing. Deciding to venture to the second floor, walking up the stairs he heard a thud originating from the level. Confirming it after listening a socond time, he became aware that he wasn’t alone like he thought. 

“(Y/n), you there?” He hollered but received no response and kept making his way upstairs.

Subsequently reaching the barrier that separates (Y/n)’s room from the rest of the home, Kyon put his ear to the door and listened. There wasn’t much he could make out, however there was defiantly someone in there. Concluding he should enter, the boy pushed the door open and what he saw made him want to disappear. There on the bed, sat his friend with a girl on his lap, kissing. Alicia, he thought. The one that he liked, said was his type. Dropping his bag in surprise, the sound echoing around the room; catching the attention of the two lovers. (Y/n) jumped at the unforeseen intrusion and pulled Acilcia off him. He abruptly got up and asked Kyon what he was doing there.

”I-I was looking f-for you….but I see that you’re….busy.” He answers in a small voice. “I thought we were s-supposed to walk home together…”

”Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot, I wasn’t paying attention. I’ll repay you later.” (Y/n) apologised and straightened out his clothing, wanting to appear more proper at his friends sudden appearance. 

Kyon watched as he sent apologetic glances toward the girl. What, was he really saying sorry to her? Not to his best friend who has been with him all his life. Not the one who’s supported him in all activities he wanted to try. Not the guy who loved him. That wasn’t fair. That really wasn’t fair. Feeling himself beginning to boil with rage, the blonde snapped and hissed.

”Why are you apologising to her?” He seethed.

”What? What are you-“

”Why are you even with her, she’s a bitch.” 

At the statement, Alicia decided to cut in. “Excuse me, what did you say?” She said, offended.

”I said-“ The enraged male started but was hindered by the other guy in the room. (Y/n) stopped Kyon by putting a hand to his chest to try calm him down. 

“Kyon, what’s gotten into you? You’re never this rude-“

”Can’t you see what she’s doing! Look at her, she’s mocking me!” 

The girl in question just looked at him like he was crazy and said. “What the hell are you talking about? Gosh if I knew it’d turn out like this, I shouldn’t have come.” She exclaimed before grabbing her things and storming out of the room, with (Y/n) in tow.

“Alicia!” Her admirer called after her, not wanting to end on a bad not like that. The attempts were futile, however. The girl was already too far away to hear his pleas. Sighing in frustration, he turned and stalked back into the house. Entering his room, the male crossed his arms and glares at Kyon; who stood in the same place he’d left him. “What was that about? You can’t just walk in here and shout at an innocent girl for doing literally nothing.”

Kyon rebutted. “She’s not innocent!” His eyes began filling with tears and he tried his best to wipe them away. On any normal occasion, (Y/n) would have stopped to comfort him, but this time he didn’t. Another evidence of her bad influence. 

“What are you even doing here, if you saw I wasn’t at the gate why didn’t you just go home? And don’t go into my house without my permission!” 

This was bad, (Y/n) never ever raised his voice at him. If only he’d kept a more close eye on him, maybe he wouldn’t have chased after another girl. Wasn’t he enough? Not being able to take it anymore, Kyon rushes out of the room and leaves the house in a hurry. He could hear his friend screaming his name after him but he didn’t stop and continued running. When he reached his house, he used his hand to fan himself, the seat sticking his shirt to his body. Entering his room he slams the door behind him, luckily there wasn’t anyone him to hear it; otherwise he’d get a serious leacture, and that’s not something he had the energy to hear. Locking after himself, the blonde boy leaned on and slowly slid down the door. Finally he could let it all out, tears streamed down his cheeks and ran down on the floor. What would he do now?

After their fight at his house, Kyon hadn’t messaged him. It was complete silance from his end. It worried (Y/n) and he decided to apologise the next day, to both Alicia and Kyon. But he never got the opportunity to do it, because he didn’t show up to school the next day, or the day after that. In the beginning he accepted that he might be sick, although after a whole week of being absent he guessed the blonde didn’t dare come to school because of their argument. His other friends told him to chill and give it time, but they didn’t know Kyon like he did. Something was seriously up, never had he experienced a time where the other boy acted out in that way. In spite of that he chose to wait like people told him too. Perhaps giving Kyon space was exactly what he needed to do. Maybe he could make some friends in the future if he backed off a bit. Ever since they were babies they’d been attached at the hip, barely fighting and only having fun in each others company. As he grew, (Y/n) realised it wasn’t good for Kyon to be so dependant on him. While he knew Kyon wasn’t the most out going, he thought it would be alright when they got older. But when they started high school, he saw that Kyon wouldn’t change and he still relied too much on him. 

Not wanting to throw Kyon away, the (e/c) eyed male let him stay around him for as much as he wanted. It’s not that he didn’t love being in his company; it’s just that Kyon would sometimes be a bit clingy. That was not healthy behaviour and would benefit neither of them. (Y/n) loved the guy that’s for sure, but it sometimes got a bit too much. 

Laying in his bed at night, (Y/n) distracted himself with scrolling through his phone. He couldn’t sleep and it resulted in him playing around on the device for way longer than he should have. Right then, a message notification popped up. Clicking on it right away, he was directed to the messaging app and read the text.

’Hi, I’m so sorry about how I acted last week. It made me realise I can’t keep something to myself anymore, and I need to tell you. So would you come to the my grandparents cabin tomorrow so I can tell you?

 His grandparents house was an hour away. Why couldn’t they just meet up somewhere in the city, like tha park or something? It was certainly a bit odd to specifically wish to be there. (Y/n) therefore thought it was weird, but Kyon made it seem really important so could he really complain. He only hoped it wasn’t too serious and they could reconcile afterwards. The next morning the young man stepped on a bus that lead to a station near Kyon’s grandparent’s house. He remembered the elderly couple as very kind and warm towards them. The time when they passed it was a very sad period. The house they left behind became a sentimental spot for everyone, and that may be why Kyon chose it to be their meeting place. Though he really wondered what was so important. He’d know when he got there he supposed.

Getting off the bus he stood on a familiar platform, the bus stop. Forrest surrounded the station and made it appear somewhat deserted, if you walked for a while you’d eventually find a town that was full of people. It wasn’t big but had that familiar feeling about it, where everyone knew each other and people were welcome. A couple minutes away from the town lay the house that was his destination. The couple liked more privacy from the towns folk and therefor lived a bit away. Tracing the path there, (Y/n) walked until he saw the familiar view. Stepping on the porch he pulled in the handle to find out the door was already unlocked, so he went inside. Inside were no signs of any life beside his own, he saw how dusty some parts of the home was and shrunk away. It was understandable why it was unclean, but it didn’t mean he liked it. Somewhat of a germaphobe, the young man regularly made sure his room was in good, clean condition. Wandering around the building, he didn’t see his friend anywhere in there. Considering Kyon asked to meet, you’d think he’s the first to arrive; turns out that wasn’t the case this time. 

‘Hmmm, I wonder if his room looks the same?’

 Back in their youth the two of them shared Kyon’s room as theirs and used it as the main base. The room was often messy with toys, clothes and other things scattered on the floor constantly. In contrast to his appearance, Kyon was the messy one. People kinda just assumed he was a neat freak because of how bashful he was. 

(Y/n) pushed the bedroom door and peered in, it looked exactly like he remembered. Smiling to himself he noticed something on the bed that hadn’t been there previously. A letter had been placed on the sheets, the outside had small red hearts painted on it and was nicely sealed with wax. Confused, he hesitated before deciding to open it; the letter must be for him, right?

‘Dear (Y/n)

My love, you have been my best friend ever since I can remember. Always protecting me, caring for me, and being there when I needed it. For that I will always be grateful. 

When we began middle school I was afraid of losing you to the others. At first, I thought it was because I wanted to be you only friend. But now I know it’s more than that. (Y/n) I love you. Alway have, always will. I love you so, so much it hurts me. I thought I could satisfy these feelings with things I found that reminded me of you. How silly I was, nothing will ever satiate my longing for you. When I saw you with that bitch of a woman, I wanted to destroy everything. I wanted to get rid of her. I’ve never killed you know, but with these emotions you awake in me I don’t know if it will stay that way for much longer. I want to be the only one you care for. The only one you love. I belong to you and you belong to me, that’s how it is.

I love you more than anything and anyone in this whole wide world and I know now that I have you there is no way that I am ever letting you go.’

From behind him, a hand covered his mouth and in a hushed voice he heard the words.

”Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

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Who is Rook? Pt 1 - Kalle Aldwir

Using this questionnaire I made, feel free to grab it yourself. Please beware the spoiler warning below part 1 if you click on it.

Part 2 (During The Veilguard // Act 1: Signs and Portents)

Part 3 (During the Veilguard // Act 2: The Price of the Past)

Part 4 (During the Veilguard // Act 3: The Wrath of Ages)

Name: Kalle Aldwir

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Dalish Elf

Faction: Veil Jumpers

Class: Rogue

Specialization: Veil Ranger

Before The Veilguard

Where was Rook born? Who were their childhood family and friends? What did they spend their free time doing as a child? What did they want to be when they “grew up” if anything.

Kalle was born in a small town near Aylesleigh in western Rivain. His mother Sandrine was a skilled tailor whose parents escaped enslavement in Tevinter before she was born. His father Henthorn was a Dalish elf from near Arlathan who came through trading and left Clan Morlyn because he fell in love with a city elf. He made his living as a hunter and tanner once he married Sandrine.

Kalle was outgoing and affectionate, and he loved being outdoors, exploring, and staging mock sword fights with his friends. He wanted to be a hunter, like his father, and to travel Thedas and have adventures. He really wanted to see a dragon and visit Arlathan, his father’s homeland, but Sandrine was terrified by the idea of him going anywhere near Tevinter. As a result, Henthorn only talked about his home when he and Kalle were out hunting together, never in front of Sandrine.

Sandrine died of a lung infection when Kalle was 13--too young to be on his own but old enough to understand that his father was Not Okay after losing her. When Henthorn began to disappear into the wilds for long stretches and come back looking the worse for wear, Kalle took him to a seer. She told him the spirits in Arlathan were looking for him, and so they set out to return to his clan.

Where and how was Rook educated? What did they enjoy learning; what did they dislike learning? Who did they admire most? Who was an example of what not to do or be?

Being an energetic and curious boy, Kalle chafed in a formal school setting. His father started taking him out hunting and teaching him about the natural world in a more practical way. Kalle quickly developed an affinity for the bow and never looked back. He loved learning about plants and animals, foraging and hunting, and was quick to recall names and characteristics of natural things he’d only heard of once or twice.

He loved singing and dancing, and never missed an opportunity for either when he was growing up. He often sang to himself as he worked in the tannery or walked home from a hunt, and always knew the words to all the popular songs.

Sandrine affectionately called him wild and “more Dalish than civilized.” Kalle had never met a Dalish elf apart from his father, but he was fascinated by Henthorn’s vallaslin (Ghilan'nain--oof) and the stories of his gods. They were the only things that could get him to sit still and listen. Sandrine loved these stories too, and often got a little wistful that she never knew them until she met Henthorn.

Kalle admired both of his parents, who were very good at what they did both separately and apart. He was aware that his father was viewed as different by a lot of the other townies, but there was no malice in it, more curiosity, so it never bothered him.

After his mother’s death, he took care of his bereft father as best he could. On their difficult journey through Northern Antiva, Kalle found himself in the new-but-ancient world of Arlathan Forest. Clan Morlyn accepted their prodigal son back with open arms, and Kalle’s education in all things Dalish became immersive and intense. He took to Dalish teaching, based so much in storytelling and magic that it held his attention right from the start. He soaked up all the information he could get hungrily and then went digging for more on his own.

How did they experience gender as a young person? Did they grow up in an environment of strict gender roles and expectations or were they allowed to be themselves?

Things in their small town were pretty conservative, but Rivain is a varied and matriarchal society, so that means something very different to what it would mean in, say, Antiva next door. Kalle’s mother ruled the financial and social lives of her son and husband and everyone was quite happy to have it that way. Kalle himself was always comfortable as a cis boy, but he had plenty of friends who experimented with and eschewed gender concepts entirely. Relocating to Arlathan didn’t change his ideas so much as reinforce them.

What was their take on sexuality as a young person? Did they experiment with romance or find it entirely uninteresting?

From the moment he awoke to the possibility of love, Kalle was a classic disaster bisexual. He had many, many crushes as a child in Rivain, usually on other kids who were especially talented or good at something he admired like shooting, hunting, singing, or dancing. Often he had several crushes at the same time, which was very confusing and frustrating.

He didn’t start going for it until he went to live with Clan Morlyn in Arlathan, though. More and more elves--and others!--were coming from outside Arlathan as the forest started to give up its ancient secrets. Though shaken by the loss of his mother and watching his father crumble, Kalle was still dying to embrace adventure. In many cases quite literally. He liked people and he liked kissing them, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. It came naturally in some ways---other things he had to learn the hard way.

He likes pretty things and people and has an active imagination and libido; he crushes easily but has never been in love. He sometimes questions if it’s even really a thing.

What was their take on spirituality as a young person? Did they grow up around one particular religion and if so how did that affect their beliefs?

Back in Rivain, Henthorn taught him about the elven gods but didn’t teach him the rituals and observances. Sandrine, whose parents had terrible experiences with the Tevinter Chantry, brought him up to revere Rivaini seers and respect the spirits they spoke to, so that’s the closest he got in his childhood.

When he and his father moved to Arlathan, his immersion in ancient artifacts and stories swept him away. Though he was never sure he believed in the gods as such, he believed in them as symbols---when he got his vallaslin, he chose Dirthamen’s as a symbol of his devotion to uncovering the secrets of the ancient Elvhen. Also, there’s the thing with the bear…

What childhood fear(s) did Rook carry with them into adulthood?

Kalle is uneasy around disease and fears any physical weakness in himself. His mother’s death was sudden and messy; she was sick for three weeks and it ate her up right in front of him. Any time he feels ill or has a headache, he immediately thinks he’s going to get sick. He’s not so much afraid of death, just the part that comes before it. He’s spent enough time in nature to see that all things get sick and rot, too, which doesn’t help.

How did Rook become involved with their chosen faction? Who did they meet first, and how, and where, and why did they join up?

As soon as he learned about the Veil Jumpers, Kalle was interested. He felt like he was in the right place at the right time, and it gave a sense of meaning to the worst events in his life---his mother’s death, his father’s unraveling, the uprooting of his life and everything he knew. He was where he was supposed to be, and that was a freeing thought. He joined up as soon as he could and quickly developed a reputation for being an energetic and charismatic up-and-comer… who was maybe just a little too impulsive and unquestioningly curious on his own but always took care of his people first.

Was Rook interested in finding a life partner of some kind when they joined their faction? Why? Who were their best friends and how did they meet? Who were their rivals, who did they trust?

Kalle holds his parents’ relationship up as a beacon of what’s possible, but as he got older he began to doubt it was as rosy as he remembers. Or that romantic love is even a real thing. Maybe he was just meant to fuck around? Would that be so bad? Probably not…

And yet, part of him can’t help wishing he had someone who’d lose their mind with grief if he died. Which is a terrible thought, as he’d never want to do that to anyone, and his father’s grief almost destroyed them both. So maybe it’s best he doesn’t?

It’s confusing, okay. Kissing is easier.

Kalle makes friends easily but he doesn’t have a lot of close ones. He’s always on the move, always on a mission, always has somewhere he’s supposed to be. He has a few close friends in the Veil Jumpers, though, especially the local ones he met when he first came to Arlathan, Tarith and Cara. He had a few semi-regular hookups, like when they’re both in the same camp, but nothing too intense. He looked up to Strife and Irelin from the start. He still has his father, who took time to heal but with the help of his clan got there, and the two are close even now.

There are several people who don’t like Kalle but no one he particularly dislikes. He’d rather spend that energy on people and things he enjoys.

Did Rook have any scars or tattoos? What’s the story behind them?

There’s a large series of slash-scars across Kalle’s right shoulder and part of his collar bone. When he and his father first stumbled into Arlathan, he didn’t even know they’d arrived. One evening when Henthorn was bathing in a nearby lake, Kalle stumbled over a bear cub and knelt to check if it was hurt. He’d never seen a bear before and didn’t even know it was a cub.

The cub’s mother was not pleased when it found them together. It took a huge swipe at Kalle, who bounced off a nearby tree. Henthorn, silent as a deer, had heard and smelled its approach from downwind, however, and was ready with his bow. He took the bear down, and later the clan went back to make sure nothing was wasted.

The bear is important to Dirthamen, who gave a secret to each animal, but only the loyal bear kept it. Kalle thought he was good in the wilds; that day, he realized there would always be more to learn--and that Arlathan would demand he learned it quickly. If he wanted to follow his curiosity to dangerous places, he’d have to cultivate knowledge and awareness. A lot of both.

(Once recovered, Henthorn suggested the message should be more like, “Do not follow your curiosity to dangerous places,” but Kalle didn’t agree. Clearly.)

His vallaslin invokes Dirthamen, god of knowledge and secrets, and has always been a source of pride for him. It hearkens back to his bear encounter and also his endless fascination with lost elven knowledge.

Did Rook ever strongly identify with a particular nationality, city, race, creed, or religion? Is this something they explored on their own or a tradition that was passed down to them? Did this identity evolve as they grew into adulthood?

He always felt elven and was aware that his parents were elves but different from each other: a city elf from Tevinter runaways and a Dalish trader. “Aldwir” is a family name, not a clan name, from his mother’s people--one of the few things they retained through generations of enslavement in Tevinter, so it always meant a lot to him. 

He knew he lived in Rivain and liked it, but he never felt especially tied to it as an identity. But when he went to Arlathan, he knew he was home. That said, he likes that he has more experience than just the one and is descended from elves from more than one walk of life. It makes people easier to relate to, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lightning Round - PREGAME VERSION

Favorite scent: Rain on green things

Favorite food: Raider’s Queen Bread (aka Rivaini banana bread)

Favorite animal: Birds, especially ones that sing

Favorite book or story: Dirthamen and the Bear

Favorite drink: Rivaini tea

Favorite item of clothing: Boots from leather he tanned himself

Favorite keepsake: His mother’s emergency sewing kit

Favorite place: A quiet overgrown ruin in the forest

Favorite person: Henthorn

Favorite little treat: Coffee or dark chocolate when he can get it

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Okay, I basically wanna know everything you’ve got to tell 😂

I’d like to know more about Sawyer and his dad. Like personality or anything like that.

And they fight monsters? Very cool. Is that like their job, or just part of the world they’re in?

And if you’ve got any sort of info on what the story overall is about?

WHEW, HERE WE GO!

Basic plot!

Monsters are everywhere! Every single scary story and ghoulish tale that’s ever fueled your nightmares is real! 

But you've never seen one because of a secret organization that's been hunting them down since the dawn of time. 

The organization is small and elite. Most members are born into it and are expected to have families to further the line and keep it a secret. Damien (Sawyers's father) was born into one of these families and grew up ridding the world of these unsightly beasts. 

After the success of a high-profile mission, Damien cut ties with the organization (unheard of) and immediately went into hiding to start a new life in the small port city of Mulligan's Bay, a quiet coastal town in Northern California. 

But cutting ties with an organization that demands your complete loyalty till the end of time isn't an easy task and the monsters you spent decades hunting down aren't so quick to forgive either. Damien was able to spend a few good years in peace until a random monster attack thrust both him and his son Sawyer back into the family business.

 Tensions are high as they both adjust to their new environment, all while trying to balance a normal life.

Especially since both the organization and monsters have taken a special interest in Sawyer 👀

Personality!

Damien:

Damien likes to keep to himself. 

He is incredibly inquisitive with a strong intellectual drive. He can read people incredibly well. 

Despite his reclusive nature, he has an interest in the private affairs of other people, especially his son's social life. He can be nosey when a certain topic catches his attention and often lacks delicacy when discussing potentially sensitive topics.

(For example, if the other parents in town want to throw a local BBQ. Damien will not be attending because he does not want to talk to anyone but he Will find out everything that happened there through secondhand accounts and listening to gossip while minding his own business waiting in line at the grocer. (People exhausted him but human activity does not) 

He has a rocky relationship with the townspeople, most of them finding him and his family strange and off-putting, but due to his current line of work and personal ties with important socialites, they are forced to put up with him. 

He is often emotionally distant and prefers to busy himself with his own hobbies and work but he still cares for his son deeply. 

Sawyer: 

Sawyer is an outgoing and energetic teenage boy. He is unconventional in his thoughts and hardly turns down a bad idea, he's usually the one who suggests if we’re being honest.

This, of course, lands him lots of trouble, good thing he can jive talk his way out of most ( key word most)  situations due to his sharp wit and quick thinking.  He is intelligent and very resourceful, though most people overlook it because of his harmless appearance and attitude. Sawyer always looks on the bright side and tends to find humor in non-humourous situations. Much to the frustration of his father. He is impulsive but also a fast learner.   

Due to his troublesome nature, most adults tend to find him hard to deal with but his classmates seem to like his adventurous spirit. 

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From Shy Smiles to Bike Miles!

We finally arrived to a home that is far to travel from the city. And there greeted us outside a humble home is the playing Ezekiel.

Ezekiel is all about physical activity these days. He’s currently 10. Whether it’s riding his bike or playing with friends, he’s constantly on the move. But what’s really stood out to us is how much he loves biking—he could do it for hours without even thinking about stopping! His energy and endurance have skyrocketed recently, and it’s such a joy for his mother to watch. Even though he’s still working on things like tying his shoes and occasionally needs reminders to dress himself, he’s making steady progress.

But what really tugs our heart is how he’s a blend of energetic and shy. At home, he’s all smiles and laughs, but the second we came in as guests, it’s a different story. He’ll quietly disappear into his room, only to re-emerge a little while later, hugging his mother and flashing that shy, sweet smile of his. He’s still a bit hesitant around new people, but we noticed him slowly warming up—he just needs time. During our conversation, we noticed Ezekiel himself holding his hands nervously, and while he might avoid eye contact, there was always a smile behind it all. And despite that shyness, his mother noted how polite he is—always showing respect and saying thank you. It’s these little moments that make her so proud of the person he’s becoming.

If there’s one thing Ezekiel excels at, it’s asking questions. The endless stream of “Why?” is alive and well in their house! His mother shared that his curiosity is a sign of how much he’s growing mentally. Recently, she’s noticed his reading comprehension improving, especially when they watch movies with subtitles. He’s starting to piece together the main ideas of stories, which has been amazing to watch unfold.

That said, focusing isn’t always his strong suit. Especially when it comes to schoolwork—if there’s even a hint of noise, his mind is off somewhere else. He gets easily frustrated with difficult tasks, but with a little patience and some explanation, they usually work through it. His mother loves seeing how his mind is always in motion, processing and learning. It’s clear that his growth mindset is still developing, but she believes he’s on the right path.

Socially, Ezekiel has always been friendly and outgoing, which makes it easy for him to make friends. His mother shared that his excitement about meeting new people is contagious—he lights up when he’s around others. But managing emotions? Those are still a work in progress. If he gets frustrated or upset, he tends to cry, which his family has affectionately nicknamed his “cry boy” moments. They’re working on helping him learn better ways to express those big feelings.

One of the more challenging areas for Ezekiel has been conflict resolution, especially with his siblings. His mother explained that he struggles with finding ways to solve disagreements on his own and often comes to them for help calming down and talking things through. But even here, there are glimpses of growth. His empathy is blossoming—like the time he shared his lunch (“baon”) with a classmate who didn’t have any. Moments like that remind his mother that even though he’s still learning, he’s also maturing in ways that are so special.

Parenting Ezekiel right now is all about balance. He’s reaching that age where he wants to do everything himself, but he still needs guidance (and sometimes a little nudge to keep him on track). For his parents, it’s been a delicate dance between giving him independence while also making sure he’s still learning the important lessons along the way.

One of the ongoing challenges for Ezekiel has been navigating peer dynamics, sibling conflicts, and school pressures. His mother noted that he tends to react emotionally when things don’t go his way, but they’ve noticed that when he feels overwhelmed, he’ll come to them for support. Their role is to help him process those feelings, teaching him patience and resilience as he faces the little hurdles of everyday life.

At the end of the day, the joy of watching Ezekiel grow far outweighs the challenges. One of the most rewarding parts of this journey for his parents has been seeing him take responsibility for his actions and show genuine kindness to others. His empathy continues to surprise them—whether it’s sharing food with classmates or showing compassion toward a friend who’s having a tough time, it’s clear that he has a good heart.

His mother also loves seeing his personality bloom. He’s joyful, curious, and constantly discovering new things. He’s even started opening up more to them, whether it’s about his school day or even his little crushes (yes, already!). These moments give his parents a glimpse of the person he’s becoming, and they couldn’t be prouder.

Ultimately, raising Ezekiel has been an incredible journey for his family. Watching him grow into a healthy, kind, and thoughtful child who is also beginning to explore his faith has been the most fulfilling part of parenting. Yes, there are challenges, but it’s the joy of seeing him blossom that makes it all worth it. His parents are excited to continue supporting him as he navigates this wonderful, sometimes tricky, thing called life.

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🌺 the STANDARD pepe marti

🌺 – send me a driver and i'll tell you what trope i think would fit him!!

hmmm i think a lot of tropes would fit pepe.... definitely some kind of opposites attract, where pepe is extroverted and energetic and 100% golden retriever energy, but the reader is more introverted and is alright with being all by herself. from the first second pepe met her, there was something that really caught his attention. she was so different from the overly outgoing girls he would sometimes go out with, and something about her mysterious ways was so intriguing. he knew he had to get to know her better. the reader is a fresh breath of air for him; she doesn't try so hard to fit in like everyone else, she'd rather be herself than someone else, and he loves that about her. and pepe is a great influence on him, too, helping pull her out of her shell and he realizes that she isn't all shy and introverted, she has a more extroverted and open side to her too <33

i also love to think about him as a summer romance turned into all-year romance (did i make that up rn? possibly?...) !!! bcs imagine being on a trip to spain with your friends during the summer... and one of the boys in your friend group has a few friends in spain who ofc you're all supposed to meet up with. and so you all decide to have a beach party in some city in the south of spain, and it's all fun and games until the moment your eyes meet with the ones of a certain handsome spaniard's. you never believed in love at first sight, but now?..... and you find out that pepe is lovely to talk to, and a gentleman in all ways. and you need to remind yourself every damn second that "it doesn't mean anything... it's just a summer fling..." but you talk all night that day, and then you meet up many more times before he's traveling back to barcelona and your friend group is supposed to travel somewhere else in spain, but before he leaves pepe says "you can come stay with me in my apartment in barcelona before you have to go home".... and your friends all try to convince you to "accept it! go stay with him for two weeks, our flight home is from barcelona anyways!!" and the peer pressure makes you do things you never would've otherwise... and if you weren't already in love with him, spending two weeks with him in his home city definitely made you fall completely head-over-heels for him 😶 and then you assume it's all going to be over when you travel back home, but nope...

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taking you up on your offer to talk about royal OCs....I technically don't have any in Seafoam but I have a few in the series that I'll pick back up again after I publish Seafoam.

one of the first characters I ever created was Konan O'Connor, and he's one of the few who has never endured a name change after conception lol He's the eldest son and Crown Prince of the Arnnian royal family, and he's a menace. Outgoing, energetic, and a little more foolhardy than his father would like, he's a loyal sweetheart those he's closest to and willing to let down his brash veneer down for them to get close to him. Chief of those few is his younger brother and only sibling, Deagan. In the first book of the series, he's one of the four main/POV characters, and his journey will have to do with winning back his father's favor after an "indiscretion" about his private life is revealed.

Deagan, is much more introverted than Konan. Tends more toward scholarly pursuits, but is very easily swayed whenever Konan wants to do something stupid around the palace Cael, the inner courtyard, or capital city surrounding the mountain Cael is carved and protrudes from. He is also deaf, though once it was discovered when he was very young, he was given wooden hearing aids (Arnna is located in the heart of Thiortha, which is the country that uses wood as the element to channel their magic), but he and Konan developed a sign language that only they and a few of their closest childhood friends took the time to learn (the O'Connor parents were not among them).

One such friend, and the last royal OC I'll talk about rn lol, is Sorosa Le'Finnic, eldest daughter and second child of the royal family of Micillo, the country that is on friendliest terms with Arnna. Sorosa and the O'Connor boys grew up together, as did her other siblings. She's outgoing and playfully argumentative (her favorite opponent is Konan), and very gifted musically. She can play both strings and woodwinds, and her younger brother carved her a flute from willow, which is the same wood as her wand, and whenever she plays it, it's almost as if she's casting spells over whoever is listening.

okay wait i am focusing on magic being channeled through wood (i LOVE elemental magic, i had a whole series drafted for that when i was a baby writer) both in the form of musical instruments and being turned into hearing aids for a deaf character. Deagan i want to know everything about you. I love close sibling relationships like this too, where they have their own unique language

also Konan's... "indiscretion"... love this sort of drama getting out (i say, not knowing what it is, but guessing anyway)

is this a three pov wip or less or are there even more? i'm very curious about this magic system specifically

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A night out (Rorschach x Reader)

(A/N- This is probably SO OUT OF CHARACTER and it's kind of dumb but I love Rorschach and wanted to write a self-indulgent ficlet)

(Warnings: EXTREMELY corny and self indulgent fluff, Cursing, mention of being followed/a stalker... nothing really that bad tbh.)

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Rorschach wandered the streets of New York, the crisp chill of the night clearing his head more and more each second. Even though his friends had all been more than welcoming of his couch-surfing, he needed some time away from them. Time without the pressure of a case to solve.

His little bubble of quiet was burst by something odd, to say the least. A girl he'd briefly noticed a minute or two earlier strolled up to him, giving a wave and an excited "Hey!"

She threw her arms around his neck as if he were an old friend. She was wearing a small backpack over a hoodie with a band logo on it and looked no older than her early 20s.

Rorschach froze, confused. He obviously didn't know this girl.

"I am so sorry to just barge up like this but I'm pretty sure I'm being followed. Please just walk me to a bar or something." She whispered, sounding frantic. He looked around, seeing a suspicious looking guy a few hundred feet behind them. Rorschach nodded, playing his part and hugging the girl back. She looped her arm with his as they walked.

…

"What were you even doing out so late? Especially alone?” He asked after a few minutes.

"I dunno. I wanted to see the city at night, I guess. It was kinda dumb to go alone." She laughed, her tension melting. Her giggling strangely reminded Rorschach of the jingling sound her many bracelets and rings made. She un-looped her arm from his, thrusting her hand out for a handshake.

"I'm (Y/N). Thanks for helping me back there."

He returned her handshake, her fiery enthusiasm annoying and a little endearing at the same time.

"Just call me Rorschach." He said gruffly.

She flashed a toothy grin at him. "Pleasure to meet you. So.. where are we going?"

Rorschach shrugged. He didn't really have a destination. "You said to walk you to a bar..."

She groaned dramatically. "That would be so boring, though! A moody, mysterious stranger is far more interesting than a bar. I can't leave now. No way! You're stuck with me. Lets walk and talk a bit more.”

"Fine."

Rorschach let her lead, his own boredom convincing him to stick with this strange woman.

....

"Hey what's with that sign? It pretty neat, and the world IS burning... but why carry it around?" The girl asked after a few minutes of casual conversation that mostly consisted of her talking a lot and Rorschach giving small replies.

He shrugged. "Why deny the truth in the face of Armageddon?" He said rhetorically.

She chuckled, tilting her head at him. She broke into another grin. "Can I hold it?"

Rorschach looked deep in thought for a second, but before he'd thought about it for too long, she grabbed the sign anyway.

He huffed in annoyance and she just stuck her tongue out at him. But he didn't take it back. He instead watched as she twirled it around a few times and admired it.

"You are so weird. I like it!" She said matter-of-factly, handing it back.

Rorschach just rolled his eyes. He propped the sign in the opening of an alley, letting the girl take his hand and drag him along.

"How do you know someone's not gonna steal that thing? Or what if you don't remember where you left it?' She said

"I'll remember, trust me. Everyone knows it's mine."

He noted that she hadn't let go of his hand. He didn't think it meant much, and he didn't really mind, so he didn't pull away. She hummed absent-mindedly as she looked through random store windows.

A few minutes later, they came across an empty park, and the girl let go of his hand, making a beeline for the swings.

She sat, gesturing for him to follow. Under the soft glow of the park lights he could see her more clearly. Her face was flushed, her cheeks a bright pinkish-red from the cold.

“So what’s your story? Do you live here? In the city, I mean?”

Her question seemed innocent enough, but Rorschach knew the whole story seemed more sad than it actually was.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.”

The girl laughed again…. She was impossibly bubbly. But paired with her unassumingly pretty face, it suited her.

“And you?” Rorschach gave her an opportunity to talk more…listening was easier for him anyway.

“Oh! I’m just visiting for the winter. But…I kind of want to stay longer. There’s so much beneath the surface here… so much to see and do. So many interesting people.” She nudged him.

“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use. More like dangerous. Someone like you…this city will tear you apart if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

"....Do you really think the world is ending?" She asked after a long pause.

Rorschach shrugged. "Dunno. Probably. There's so much filth... Bad people doing fucked up stuff..."

"But there are still some good people.... You seem like a good enough guy. I mean, we've been hanging out alone for almost an hour now and you haven't tried anything suspicious. I knew my sixth sense was right."

Her eyes had the same glimmer as a kid telling a friend a secret.

"Sixth sense?" Rorschach asked, his interest piqued.

"Oh, You're suddenly curious for once?" She teased. "I have this sense about people. Like you, for instance. I can tell you're a loner. You think being alone is less complicated. You seem smart, and I think you're a good guy even though you're a bit rough around the edges."

He smiled a little at her observation. It felt strange, but good. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd relaxed like this.

Snow started to fall, a thick veil of white quickly covering the park.

(Y/N) tilted her head back to catch snowflakes on her tongue.

"Let's go get hot cocoa!" She exclaimed, pulling Rorschach from his swing.

"Ok..."

She gripped his hand like an excited kid, pulling him into the nearest 24 hour diner.

....

She giggled as she reached across the table, gently brushing snow from his hair.

"Why?" he muttered, cringing a little.

"Sorry." Her voice retreated with her hand. The red in her cheeks had lifted to a slight pink, but now her cheeks blazed again.

"I'm not really... good with people..." He said. His face showed no shame or remorse. This was just a fact.

"I get it. But.. why help me earlier? Why let me drag you around town all night?" She asked

He stared a her blankly for a long while. Just when she thought he wasn't going to say anything, he answered.

"You needed someone....Maybe I did too." He shrugged, mostly talking to himself.

The Waitress brought them their drinks, And they gladly accepted the warmth.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get hot cocoa! Black coffee is for Cops and School teachers running on empty.” The girl laughed.

“You like me. Why?” Rorschach said suddenly.

“Hmm… I dunno. Helping me lose that guy was the first thing…” She Began. “but you seem so confident in yourself. Like you aren’t bothered by anything. But you have these walls up to keep the world out. You seem like someone who needs help coming out of your shell. And besides, don't think you mind the company, or you’d have dropped me off at a bar an hour and a half ago.”

“I don’t have many friends. I’m not friendly or outgoing. I’m kind of a recluse most of the time. But that doesn't bother you. You’re like a tornado of post-teen energy. I can’t really look away at this point.” Rorschach admitted. And it was true. For some reason, she intrigued him.

“You’re adorable. So angsty. Like a ginger Bruce Wayne… just without all of the annoying ‘rich boy’ machismo.” The girl smirked into her mug of cocoa.

It was a strangely fitting assessment, little did she know.

“Adorable?” He looked at his companion as if she’s just spoken another language.

“Oh for sure! It’s funny though. You've got this... weirdly charming look to you.” Her analysis sounded lighthearted and informal, but something in her eyes told Rorschach that it was genuine.

He guessed if he were someone else he’d like her too. She was nice, in an energetic, ditzy sort of way. And he did find her pretty. Before he could reply, (Y/N) had her face pressed against the glass of the window beside her, admiring the snow.

He took the opportunity to change the subject.

"You like the Snow?" He noted.

"I love it. I'm from the south... We never get to see it." She said longingly.

"Maybe if you stay in the city you could see it more often." Rorschach muttered.

Her eyes were practically stars when she turned to smile at him.

"You think I should stay? But I thought you said it was dangerous."

"That was when you didn't know anyone here. You know someone now."

He sipped his coffee, his eyes flicking away from hers for a few long seconds.

“It’s getting kind of late. Whaddaya say, handsome… walk me home?” She said hopefully.

“…Ok.”

They payed for their drinks, and ventured back out onto the icy sidewalk.

(Y/N) grabbed Rorschach’s hand again as they walked. And, once again, he didn’t protest.

She yawned, leaning against him a bit.

“I’ve had the best time. I’m glad I saw you earlier.” She grinned.

“Letting you drag me around town isn’t the worst night I’ve had…” he replied.

A few minutes later, they arrived at an apartment building.

“Well…this is me. Thanks for the nice night.”

She fished a sharpie out of her backpack, grabbing his hand and scribbling her number on it.

“If you ever find yourself bored and want some company, let me know.” She said.

“I will.” He said, his hand suddenly feeling cold when she let go.

After a few seconds of tense silence, she finally balled her fists into the fabric of his coat, bringing him down for a kiss.

It was quick, and sweet… the same as the night they’d just had.

“Take it easy, Rorschach. And call me.”

With that, she gave a small wave as she disappeared inside.

“What the fuck…”

Rorschach repeated the question to himself dozens of times on the way back to Nite Owl’s apartment.

[itsmoonphobic]

👑Royal Buisness👑 (SBI+Tommy AU)

Hello!My name is Moonbow and I am a huge sbi+more fan! And so I decided to do my bois some justice and create a au based off of dnd and skyrim!They all reside in the land of "Bladestrom" a legendary kingdom build out of mysterious ruins and on the ground where dragons once rested.I will let you in on some headcanons and insights about each character!I hope you guys enjoy it🥺👑💓

Dave(Techno) Blade:

The 12th heir of the throne King Technoblade,or simply King Blade.A strong and fearless warrior known for his determination,power and strength.

He has a serious and egoistic facade.Though in reality the king is anything but egoistic and serious.Quiet the opposite actually:He tends to be very polite and respectful.Sure his ego is the size of a full grown dragon but he is a big hearted man.

Techno mostly stays in his castle walls and prefers to read or write in peace.The only time he will actually step foot in the outside world was during night,when his people need him or his favorite hobby ;)

He has a pretty unbalanced and unhealthy sleeping schedule which he constantly gets reminded of.

The only person Techno actually lets into his private life is his best friend Phil.Phil is Techno's personal knight and right hand man.Techno trusts Phil with his eyes closed,his loyalty is very appreciated.

A huge downside for Techno's reputation is that he is really shy and socially awkward.The poor guy can't find the right words or say anything normal without feeling like he said something fully absurd.

Apart from reading and fighting,Techno loves to farm potatoes in his free time.He loves the fresh taste once they are harvested and prepared properly!!His potatoes are known to be from the best quality in the whole land!Which earns Techno some extra money.

Techno won't admit it infront of Phil or anyone else but he has a soft spot for children,especially orphans. He knows the feeling of growing up without parents and he feels connected to them.That's why Techno stops by the local orphanage to donate some money he earned from his potato farming.

Techno loves to train and upgrade his swordsmanship abilities to their fullest potential.Always coming up with new strategies and techniques to use whenever the time for war would fall upon them once again.

And speaking of war,the thing that terrified the neighboring kingdoms and enemies even more about King Blade is the fact that he never manages to lose. Everyone stupid enough to challenge the king of Bladestrom would go down in shame and regret.

Though Techno isn't really in control of himself in those types of situations.His lust for blood overcomes his senses and he can't but see red with every step he takes on the battlefield.

Phil is usually the one who manages to calm him down and get him back to his normal self.Techno would feel awful and expose the side he hates the most about him to Phil: Vulnerability

Techno doesn't take things very seriously.He is very sarcastic and relaxed all the time,and that's what makes him even scarier.

He competes in the yearly bladestrom championships which is a battle arena with different challenges and obstacles you have to beat.And suprise,suprise Techno wins em' all!

Techno suffers from adhd and anxiety.Something that only Phil is aware of is Techno's ptsd.He didn't exactly have the luxurious and perfect life growing up,so when he ends up getting nightmares or panic attacks Phil's dad instincts take over and do their thing.

Long story short,Techno doesn't necessarily know his limits,but he is hundred percent aware of his strengths and weaknesses.He protects and takes care of the people he deeply cares about and welcomes them as family.His power is what makes him a fearless and violent king.But his heart is what makes him a kind and understanding human.And if he ever forgets about that side of him he simply has to listen to the repeated beating in his chest.

Phil Watson:

The royal guard with a five year long achievement on staying at the top of his game and ranking as the number one royal knight.

Earning himself the trust and life long,brother like friendship with the king himself was a big plus!

Phil is a very loyal and hardworking man.He seeks justice and always wants to take things the slow and pacifistic way before instantly turning to violence and bloodshed,much unlike his best friend.

Phil is very kind,and gentle when he needs to be. Everyone loves seeing Phil in the local town tavern or in a city bar.He always seems to read poeple like an open book and find the right topics to talk about.

Techno and Phil have a very close and important relationship.They are like a brothers,though Techno secretly looks up to Phil like a father he never had. Phil would risk his life for Techno,not only becouse of his duty as his personal guard,but becouse family comes first.

Phil is a very wholesome and strong willed guy.

Whenever Techno is feeling down or something like a panick attack or nightmare is happening,Phil immediately notices it.Techno doesn't have to say a word for Phil to hug him and take care of the vulnerable king in his hands.

He will find Techno on his balcony while patrolling the castle halls or garden in the middle of the night just staring at the moonlit sky.He always seems so lost in thought and carefree that Phil simply smiles and continues his work.

He does scold him for not resting enough the next day though-so he's never really off the hook :D

Phil is also the only person who really knows Techno.He knows his deepest fears,biggest insecurities and darkest secrets.He sees him in moments where the world would turn his back on him but Phil doesn't and he never will.That's what he promised him all those years ago.

Long story short,Phil is very kind and hardworking.He takes problems into his own hands and solves them the best way he possibly can.He can and will tease the living daylight out of Techno and that infront of other residents of the castle who don't know if they should laugh or simply stare in shock.Phil deeply loves and cares of Techno like his son and always makes sure ro put his well being infront of his own.

(I WOULD DIE FOR PHIL-HE IS SO WHOLESOME AHHH-)

Wilbur Soot:

A lonesome musician on the lookout for money and success-

Wilbur is a guitarist living on the streets of Bladestrom He goes from bar to bar and performs his musical talent there.Though the majority of the time Wil plays and sings on the streets.

Earning money is hard so affording an apartment,even a room for a few nights is almost impossible for Wilbur since he only earns a few silver coins per night,that is if he gets lucky and poeple actually listen to him.

He is very charming and suave,also add the fact that he is pretty handsome to the list and you have yourself the perfect boyfriend.May I inform you that his voice is a perfect balance between velvety and rough-

Wilbur isn't from Bladestrom.He grew up in another kingdom which he can't remember the name from since he arrived here during a war 19 years ago.

He never really heard from his parents,they just sort of disappeared.But that was something Wilbur didn't question,he didn't care about them.He learned how to survive and keep himself company.He doesn't need a family ro accomplish his goals.

Wilbur is a huge gentleman and he is also tends to be extremely flirtatious,which he is really good at btw!So yeah he earns himself some extra points with the ladies ;)

His biggest dream that he is trying to achieve is to become a famous musician in the whole entire land. Opening his own theater and doing what he loves the most.Sing and perform.

But living on the streets has it's ups and down's.Most nights Wilbur has to deal with drunk people wandering the alleyways or annoying little children who constantly pickpocket you-

Wilbur will sometimes nonchalantly sneak into a hotel and sleep in one of their cozy beds,since he doesn't experience that feeling often.Or the places he performs at reward him with shelter instead of money.

Long story short,Wilbur can keep apart dreams and reality.He is a smart and sly person who knows how to accomplish his goals.Even though Wilbur has his one Night stands more than often he would never betray a woman if he got into a serious relationship,which he plans on not having any time soon.He keeps to himself and sternly focuses on the things that matter in life,everything else is irrelevant.

Tommy Simons:

An energetic orphan with no manners and the mouth of a sailor.

Tommy grew up on the streets,any memory of his past life or family only appear as a missing puzzle piece or a black canvas.

Tommy is a very outgoing and optimistic person,his emotions are practically worn out on his sleeves.

Spending his days in the local town orphanage Tommy met a few poeple who he spends his time with.You could say that he has formed a wierd alliance with his more questionable friends.

Tommy learned how to defend himself and make sure that his "gang" stas safe aswell.He is quite the expert at pickpocketing which comes in handy.

Being quick and light on his feet,if Tommy does get caught by the royal guards he manages to escape and get away with the stuff he stole.

On the other hand though,Tommy is extremely clumsy and seeks huge amount of admiration in any way.He constantly wants people to refer to him as the best.

And to repeatedly prove himself worthy of that title he picks fights with multiple poeple and always manages to make poeple hate him.He won't say it out loud but he sees the bloody noses and bruises as badges of honor,he's proud of them.

This little troublemaker has only one person he dreams to meet one day,but for now he can only hear stories about him and admire him from afar.And that person is none other than King Blade himself.

Oh what he would give to train with him and show off his badass moves and fighting skills.

Long story short,Tommy doesn't think before he acts and he surprisingly manages to pull off any stupid stunt he plans to do.For Tommy it's kill or be killed.Either you face your fears head on and establish dominance or you act like a coward and run away.And there was no way Tommy ever does the second option even if it gets him into dangerous situations.Tommy is very overprotective over poeple he cares about,his guild is his brotherhood,his family,and he would do anything for them,even going sofar as risking his life.

THIS IS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW-I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS AU BECOUSE I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE AND I CAN'T GET OVER THE FACT THAT MY BRAIN ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WORK PROPERLY AND CREATE SOMETHING USEFUL-Sorry I ramble alot,anyway I am definitely planing on making this a whole ass fanfiction on AO3 so yeah KWKDJWKIS I AM HYPED!!Love u all <3

[sxnyarostova]

otp ask game for hadesephone!

TW//mentions of incest (but are we surprised, it’s greek mythology), alcoholism

What was their first impression of each other?

Hades: “Oh Gods, she’s beautiful even when she’s covered in dirt.”

Persephone: “Alright, this weird dude is trying to disturb my gardening routine but that’s okay. Wow, he’s buff.”

What is their ship name?

Hadesephone!

Describe their relationship dynamic.

Ooh. This is a hard one. Before their relationship started falling apart, the two of them had a healthy relationship. Communication was always slightly stunted, but they managed. They started having frequent arguments when Hades’ need for his underground empire started to grow; that’s when Persephone’s drinking habit started. Communication between them reached an all-time-low, and things were bitter between the couple for a while. They really start fixing/healing their relationship post-Hadestown, because they’re reminded of how powerful love can be when it’s expressed properly.

What was their relationship like before they got together?

The relationship was love at first sight, so... tentative ‘I-see-you-once-a-year-at-family-reunions-on-Mount-Olympus-but-I-don’t-really-know-you?’ In Greek myth Hades and Persephone are uncle and niece so...

How would they describe each other?

Hades: She’s perfect in every way. Seph loves it when I kiss her on her cheek; always blushes crazy when I do it. We’ve had out fights over the years, but Seph...she’s always come with me when I take the train up. She’s never rejected me, never told me no. She’s the most forgiving person I’ve ever met, that’s for sure. Persephone’s wild when she’s had more than enough to drink, though. She gets very, very wild. She’s also very outgoing; an extrovert. Seph is a bit of a rule-breaker; she’s spiked the punch at my brother’s parties many times.

Persephone: Most people think that he’s a stone-cold bastard, but I love him. He built a whole city just to keep me happy; I think that says something, doesn’t it? He’s willing to go to unimaginable lengths for me. He’s not as cruel as people think that he is; he’s antagonistic, but he ain’t the villain. Hades, he’s greedy for my love, for money, but mostly my love. Underneath all the steel and the suits, Hades is a big ol’ softie who works too hard.

What do they love about each other? (I’m going for the little details, not the huge huge things)

Hades: The way Persephone tilts her head back when she laughs, the rasp of her voice when she wakes up, the feel of Seph’s skin. He loves how Persephone talks to people; she’s gentle but firm, sweet but stern. Persephone’s sass; her outgoing personality that radiates more energy than the sun.

Persephone: Hades’ hair, his smile (his goofy one, not the one he uses when he’s luring people to eternal labour in Hadestown), the way he plays with Cerberus (Hades runs around the house with a Frisbee and he is very energetic when he does this, he has stretched multiple muscles in the past few years), and his eyes!

What do they have in common?

They both love each other :shrugs: Ooh and they are both NOT morning people! Contrary to popular belief, Persephone takes AGES to get ready in the morning; just because she’s the goddess of spring doesn’t mean that she’s automatically an early bird.

What are some differences between them?

Hades is a bit of a materialist. He thinks that Persephone is, too, but Seph is far from that. Persephone doesn’t need anything; all she wants is to simply be with her husband. Hades doesn’t understand this and it’s the root of most of their relationship problems.

What made them realize they were in love?

:strums guitar: HE FELL IN LOVEEEE WITH PERSEPHONE. WHO WAS GATHERING FLOWERRRS IN THE LIGHT OF THE SUNNNN

On a more serious note, Hades was making his biannual trip up top when he saw Persephone in a field of sunflowers. The way the light bronzed her skin immediately caught his attention. When Persephone looked up from the flowers, Hades’ heart was no longer his own.

Persephone spent a good hour bantering with him in the field, the two of them sprawled out amongst a beautiful bed of flowers. “You’re withering my buds,” Persephone had said, shooting Hades a playful glare. “Well, you’re making my heart blossom,” Hades had replied, and that was when Persephone’s heart sped up.

What are their love languages?

Hades needs reassurance all the time sometimes, so Persephone gives him that at the end of a long day. Persephone loves spooning, and all kinds of physical affection.

On another note, Persephone and Hades have a squeezing system. They squeeze each other’s hands when they’re uncomfortable or nervous, or simply wishing for that reassuring nod/kiss/hug. It’s a non-verbal way for them to communicate; it’s frequently used when they’re hanging out with the other gods of Olympus.

Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

It’s a very Orphydice-esque situation, but they take it down a notch. Hades proposes in a secluded spot at an Olympus party with a chromium ring, and Persephone accepts in a heartbeat.

What would happen if they never met?

It would stay warm and sunny forever. No seasons, it’s just straight up spring-to-summer all year round!

Who dies first? How does the other one react?

HAHAHA THEY’RE BOTH IMMORTAL SO NOOOOO I WILL NOT ANSWER THIS ANGST-FILLED PROMPT

Are there any love rivals?

Well in canon Greek myth there’s Minthe, who’s in love with Hades. Seph gets mad and turns her into a mint leaf; love rival sorted!

Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

Canonically, Epic III.

What do other characters think about this relationship?

Everyone’s fine with it; it is their love that makes the world go round. However, Demeter and the other Olympus gods are kind of iffy about it.

Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before.

Hades has a secret park built for Cerberus and his wife in the Elysium fields. It’s disguised using the magic of his invisibility helmet, and only he and Persephone have access to it. They spend romantic afternoons there, just wandering through and kissing and doing Functional Couple Things. They also spend very energetic afternoons with their beloved puppy.

What does a typical date look like for them?

DOMINOES! Just kidding. They love playing board games together though, so a game night with an unlimited supply of wine and a large, comfortable bed within reach.

What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

When the poet boy graces the Underworld with his presence and gives the old couple a little reminder.

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🥀𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮🥀

~𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭~

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Members that are fully active: 8

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"You know boys, I'm getting real tired over all this bullshit. So... Have at it. Free for all! Witness our bloody parade, you filthy shits! Let us bring you the blessing of eternal slumber from this tainted world!"

1. Yoon Jeonghan -

(Boss)

Partner: Hong Joshua (Jisoo) 💜🖤

Characteristics:

| Psychotic | | Mischevious | | Sly | | Violent | | Trickster |

| Leader-like | | Calm | | Seductive | | Cunning | | Patient |

| Possessive | | Blunt |

Mental Illnesses/Disorders:

| PTSD | | Psychotic Disorder | | Schizophrenia |

| Depression|

Facts:

-> Has trust issues

-> Taps his temples that sometimes escalate to hitting his head

-> Becomes violent and protective if asked about his past (so do NOT ask unless you gain his trust, or he will not hesitate to attack)

-> Extremely protective over Joshua

"I may not be as psychotic as my lover, and I seem sweeter than some. But that does not mean I'll let you live another day... Instead, I'll make sure you're real pretty. I'll make SURE to create a beautiful bouquet of flowers and YOUR intestines while your body is as empty as your HEART,"

2. Hong Joshua (Jisoo) -

(Underboss)

Partner: Yoon Jeonghan 🖤💜

Characteristics:

| Calm | | Reserved | | Polite | | Outgoing | | Two-faced |

| Violent | | Skeptical | | Nervous | | Clingy | | Possessive |

| Obsessive | | Sensitive |

Mental Illnesses/Disorders:

| Bipolar Disorder | | Anxiety Disorder |

Facts:

-> The only person who can handle Jeonghan during his episodes

-> One of the more friendlier members of The Purple Rose

-> His eyes will dart from person to an object over and over again to ground himself

-> Protective over Jeonghan

-> One out of two people, who had placed Jeonghan in the asylum that had ruined him

"Listen, and listen well, because I don't want to repeat this again. You made a FUCKING deal. You promised that you'll pull through your end of the bargain as we did. So if you can't give the shit we requested, the deal is off. Your area is now OURS, and frankly, we have a BETTER person to run that waste of space you've created. So, nighty night BASTARD. Say hi to Satan for us,"

3. Jeon Wonwoo

(Negotiator/Lookout)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Quiet | | Intelligent | | Observant | | Persuasive |

| Sadistic | | Cold | | Blunt | | Aggressive | | Cynical |

| Straightforward | | Analytical | | Strict |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Dissociative Identity Disorder | | Hand tremors |

| Psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> As of now, is known to have 5 main alters: Meet The Alters

-> Rumours were said that he was tempted to take Jeonghan's place as Boss, but it was never confirmed

-> Has poor eyesight, but when in action, they sharpen and strengthen, as if he's new

-> Despite being the negotiator of the Purple Rose, he hates gambling

"Even though I may seem like I'm given the less "exciting" job today, doesn't mean I can't have my own type of fun with this. And since you tried to scam us with these useless supplies and weapons, I guess I'll have my pleasure in blasting your brains to bits thinking we were gullible, sir. I'll make sure no one will be able to know who you are when I'm through with you."

4. Wen Junhui

(Supplier/Spy)

Partner: Jeon Wonwoo (@seventeen-chatbot) 💖💕

Characteristics:

| Energetic | | Aloof | | Straightforward | | Prideful |

| Playful | | Cunning | | Ambitious | | Stubborn |

| Perfectionist | | Fickle |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Psychotic disorder | | Schizophrenia | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> Constantly moving and twitching, some saying he gained these mannerisms from Jeonghan

-> Likes to copy others movements and sayings

-> The second member of the Purple Rose, who likes to be the messiest with their victims

-> Knows Kung Fu and Martial Arts, so he doesn't always rely on his weapons

"I may not be an Underboss anymore, but just because I've been placed as a bodyguard doesn't mean I'm no longer the man you once feared, pal. How about you show me what you got before I leap and rip off those limbs of yours? Or should we just get to the ripping limbs part already?

5. Kim Mingyu -

(Bodyguard/Ex Underboss)

Partner: Yoon Jeonghan, None

Characteristics:

| Respectful | | Strong | | Stern | | Controlling |

| Protective | | Player | | Intelligent | | Hard-working |

| Optimistic | | Short-tempered |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| PTSD | | Psychotic disorder |

Facts:

-> Due to his past mistake of abandonment, he lost his position as Underboss and was nearly killed by Jeonghan until he changed plans

-> Protects all members, especially the Boss, the Underboss, and Consiglier

-> Is a clean person that it is possible that he is a germaphobic, but can be messy with his victims with little discomfort

-> Is also a seducer when the job calls for it

"I'm getting sick and tired with your babbling, you know that? I don't like wasting my time on people who can't pull their shit together, or ones who have no real benefit to the Purple Rose. So, I'm going to do us both the favor and end this short. But with a loud bang!"

6. Lee Jihoon -

(Consigliere)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Leader-like | | Creative | | Thoughtful | | Strict |

| Sarcastic | | Cold | | Brilliant | | Hostile | | Intimidating |

| Manipulative | | Possessive | | Short-tempered |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> Representative of the Purple rose, always attending any meetings that the group is involved in

-> The man behind every Purple Rose plan since the day he joined

-> Has trust issues, so it's difficult to gain his trust

-> Despite his height, he's still intimidating and becomes hostile to people referring to him as "cute"

"Although I had a great time with you, fellas, I have to get going. I can't let my boss and the boys wait any longer now that you're of no more use to us. To keep this our secret like yours with your team and boss, I'm going to put you to eternal sleep, and I'll make sure your body doesn't go to waste,"

7. Xu Minghao -

(Spy/Hacker)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Sharp | | Sassy | | Sarcastic | | Vengeful | | Trickster |

| Deceitful | | Protective | | Chaotic | | Sensitive | | Bitter |

| Jokeful | | Energetic |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Shared psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

| Psychotic Disorder|

Facts:

-> Not once did he want to join in any criminal activity, but because of Jun, he was dragged in and now shares his Schizophrenia

-> Is a cannibal

-> He knows how to use all types of technology, and his hacking skills are beyond most hackers

-> During spy work, he dyes his hair a temporary color

"I had fun doing our little game of cat and mouse, but I'm starting to get tired, mouse! And you look just as tired as I am, right? So, do me a favor of standing still, smiling at me, and letting me gut you out. I'll make sure to bury you somewhere nice with some purple roses. A reminder that you never FUCK with the Purple Rose, scumbag,"

8. Lee Seokmin -

(Navigator/Runner)

Partner: Byun Baekhyun (@ghoulxbaekhyun) 💙✨

Characteristics:

| Loud | | Energetic | | Sneaky | | Two-faced | | Sadistic |

| Outgoing | | Clingy | | Rebellious | | Impulsive |

| Optimistic | | Persistent | | Fast |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| ADHD | | Psychotic disorder |

Facts:

-> Is a cannibal, but only on certain days

-> Knows various places: hidden clubs, certain bases, every inch of a city and town, and more

-> Although he's easy to persuade, he will always obey the Boss and the Underboss if it's serious

-> Says disturbing things with a sweet, devilish smile

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[starsbysophia]

Elements in Astrology

So if you’re a bit more experienced in astrology (or if you’ve watched Avatar, the Last Airbender), you know about the four elements. Fire, earth, water, and air. Or whatever order you’ve heard them in. If you’re just beginning to dabble in astrology, you’ve probably heard people saying things like “fire sign” and “water sign” and whatnot. That’s what I’m going to be going over today.

There are twelve zodiac signs (refer to my last post if you’re unfamiliar), and four elements. If you passed math in primary school (I sure didn’t), you know that twelve divided by four is three. Twelve signs, four elements, three signs for each element. Three earth signs, three air signs, et cetera et cetera. Let’s get started.

FIRE SIGNS

If you’re an Aries (born between March 21 and April 19), a Leo (born between July 23 and August 22), or a Sagittarius (born between November 22 and December 21), you are a fire sign.

In short, fire signs are...uh...fiery. Think energetic, enthusiastic, outgoing, and restless. Let’s look at Aries, for example. Aries is the very first out of the zodiac signs (even though Aries season starts in March. I know, it’s confusing at first). Aries is all about being first. When you think about fire signs, people usually think of Aries traits. Loud, unashamed, and competitive. That’s that Aries energy. Now onto Leo. You’ve probably heard stories about Leos. They’re not always the drama queens that stereotypes make them out to be. Leo is a fixed fire sign (more on that later). When you think of Aries, you probably think of, like, a wildfire. Or a flamethrower. Or both. But Leo is more like a cozy fire burning in a fireplace. (A rather grand fireplace. In an extravagant manor.) Leos don’t like change. It’s just a fact. Though fire is a difficult element to contain, Leos know what they want and don’t have any intention of changing their ways. Okay, Sagittarius. Sagittarius fire is like a beach bonfire at three in the morning with the entire population of your city invited. If there’s only one word (or phrase, I guess) to describe Sagittarius, it’s people person. Or chill. It’s all good in Sagittarius town. Sagittarius is a fire sign though, and they’re absolutely burning up at the idea of adventure, or exploration. Sagittarius is desperate to soak up every bit of knowledge or cool fact that it can get its hands on. 

EARTH SIGNS

If you’re a Taurus (born between April 20 and May 20), a Virgo (born between August 23 and September 22), or a Capricorn (born between December 22 and January 19), you are an earth sign.

Okay, earth signs. Think about a tree’s roots. Earth signs are grounded, stable, and happiest when they’re secure and comfortable. Let’s talk Taurus. If you’ve heard zodiac stereotypes at all, you’ve definitely heard the Taurus-is-stubborn trope. And it’s true. But not necessarily a bad thing. Think of a dandelion in a sidewalk crack. Taurus is attached and has no intention of being uprooted. Taurus is materialistic. Cooking dinner for their spouse, cuddling, bubble baths, or...getting intimate is a dream for a Taurus. It loves having physical things and hates losing them. Alright, Virgo. Virgo is unbelievably independent. Taurus might be stubborn about sharing, but a Virgo will not let you do them any favors. Virgos can and will do it all themselves. Constantly analyzing, moving from place to place, listing, counting, cleaning, etc. is a regular Tuesday for a Virgo. Virgos are control freaks because they want to feel safe. And a Virgo feels safest when they rely on someone they can always trust--themselves. On to Capricorn. (The sea-goat. But it’s an earth sign. If you’re distraught about this, wait until you hear about Aquarius). Capricorns are career gals. They have goals and they know how to get after them. “Do it here, do it now, get it done, no second chances” is a Capricorn’s mantra. Capricorns strive to remained focused and present. They’re ambitious and relentlessly pursue the things they want.

AIR SIGNS

If you’re a Gemini (born between May 21 and June 20), a Libra (born between September 23 and October 22) or an Aquarius (born between January 20 and February 18), you are an air sign. 

Air signs are intellectual and communicative. The person who told you about astrology was probably an air sign, honestly. Oh boy, time to talk about Gemini. If there’s any zodiac sign who is unjustly slandered, it’s Gemini. Geminis are masters of code-switching. They’ve got “work mode”, “phone voice”, etc. Air molecules are constantly twisting and moving around each other, and that’s Gemini. Ruled by Mercury (like Virgo), they’re always talking, gossiping, thinking, reading, chatting......what was I saying? Libra! Libra represents the scales. If Gemini is all about being one or the other, Libra is the complete opposite. It strives for complete balance and harmony. Libra, like Taurus, is ruled by Venus, and boy, does Libra exhibit that Venusian energy! Libra is a lover of all things fine arts. Though it can come across as self-absorbed and superficial, Libra has a deep appreciation for beauty, poetics, rhythm, etc. Now, Aquarius (yes, AQUARIUS is an air sign. Internal screaming). Aquarius is a really deep thinker. They’re unique and innovative, and the ones on the front lines of protests. If Gemini is about identity and Libra is about partnership, Aquarius is about the bigger picture, and are often thinking about something far bigger than themselves, which they express in their creativity.

WATER SIGNS

If you’re a Cancer (born between June 21 and July 22), a Scorpio (born between October 23 and November 21), or a Pisces (born from February 19 to March 20), you are a water sign.

“Emotional” and “intuitive” are two words I would use to describe these signs. Water is feminine, receptive, hidden, and...”deep”. Pun not intended. Cancer is the shallowest water of the three. This doesn’t mean Cancer is superficial. Cancer is the shoreline, brimming with coral and minnows and such. Cancer is considered the “mother” of the zodiac; nurturing, caring, protective...but also kind of like one of those helicopter parents. Often unfairly portrayed as a crybaby, Cancer is rightly represented as a crab---tucked inside its shell, but with massive claws at the ready. Scorpio is at the very bottom of the ocean, buried under its intense feelings. Living in an ocean of a Scorpio’s passion and emotion can be intimidating but also kind of magnetic. It has the memory of an elephant and an unrivaled secret-keeping skill, but this also means Scorpio’s rarely forgive and certainly never forget. Pisces is the last sign of the zodiac, and also an “old soul”. If Cancer is the shore and Scorpio is the ocean floor, Pisces is the undiscovered bits of the ocean we have yet to explore. If Aries is the infant of the zodiac and Aquarius the grandfather, Pisces is something between life and death altogether. Pisceans exist in realms of art, sensitivity, and dreams. It’s hard to get Pisces out of its own head sometimes. Out of all of the signs, Pisces is most connected to its unconscious mind.

TL;DR? In this post I’m discussing zodiac signs and their elements. If you want a simpler start to astrology, check out my last post. And don’t be afraid to follow...although I’m a Cancer, I won’t pinch. ;)

[prolestariwrites]

Open For Me [2]

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Vergil/Reader Tags: Explicit sexual content, First time, First love, Violence, Death, Implied dubcon, Implied drug-induced sex Rating: M Part: 2 of 5

Summary: Vergil's life has been difficult as far back as he can remember, until he meets a young woman who saves his life. Can she save it again when he learns the truth of who he is, and bring him back from a dark and dangerous fate? A five-part story of pre- and post-canon Vergil.

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What matters most is how well you walk through the fire. —Charles Bukowski

It is morning when you open your eyes. You smile to see Vergil still sleeping, and you slide over to lay against his back, pressing your forehead between his shoulder blades as you take in his warmth.

It's quiet, so the lady upstairs must be out since when she's home her heavy footsteps clomp back and forth. Vergil jokes that she must walk a mile a day, and you're inclined to agree, although if that is the worst thing you have to deal with in this apartment you'll take it.

You can feel him starting to wake up, so you kiss his neck, trailing a line down his spine. When you reach his lower back he jumps a bit, and you chuckle against the ticklish part, doing it again. Vergil rolls over with a yawn, his arm reaching for you as you look up. "What are you doing?" he asks gruffly.

"Saying good morning." You crawl upwards and straddle his lap, smiling down at him just like you had the first time, over a year ago. Vergil's mouth turns up in one corner, and you return his smirk as his hands trail along your thighs.

"Good morning," he replies, before grabbing your arm and yanking you down on top of him.

Vergil covers your laugh with his kiss, his hand tight in your hair. You brace yourself on his shoulders as his other hand presses to your backside, and you rock as you feel his erection growing under the covers. He has been more like this lately, everything fiercer, his touch and kiss aggressive. Something is changing but you can't pinpoint it, so you allow him to take the lead as he pulls your tank top up and rolls you over.

His mouth traces down your neck as he reaches your chest, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples until they harden. "Don't tease," you scold, and Vergil gives you another smirk, his eyes dark and focused on you as he gives one a long lick. You grab his hair and tug, but he won't be moved, and he teases your flesh with his tongue until you are squirming. "Stop," you moan.

"You want me to stop?" he chuckles, kneeling up and tugging his sweatpants down.

"You can be such a jerk sometimes." You lean up on your elbows, licking your lips as you watch him reach inside the waistband and pull his cock free, stroking himself for a moment. Then he reaches over to the table and fishes out a condom, opening it quickly and rolling it on before he leans down to cage you in with his body.

"Open wide, my sweet," he murmurs.

You pull your knees up and open as he sinks into you. Your head rolls back at the sensation of him filling you, stretching you, until his hips are flush with your thighs. Vergil groans as he pulls back, and then he thrusts forward again, and again, until his movements are steady and hard and he is panting with the wet slap of your bodies. The pendant sways with his movements, tapping against his chest that strains with his efforts and flushes up towards his neck. Your hands reach for his hips, holding on tightly as you let him fuck you. This is how it has been, since that first time months and months ago when he took your virginity with a breathless whisper in the quiet, still house, your parents sleeping downstairs.

He knows just what to do, and it isn't long before the pulsing starts. You give a gasp as you tremble with your orgasm, and Vergil pumps his hips quickly before stilling, his grunt the only indication that he's found his own end. Collapsing back on the bed, you sigh as he pulls out, watching with a yawn as he removes the condom and ties it off before dumping it into the trash.

You roll to your side with a smile, wondering about round two, but he is already grabbing his pants off of the floor. "Are you going out?" you ask.

"Yeah. I'm meeting someone."

At that you sit up and tug your shirt back in place. "Who?"

Vergil hesitates before answering, "He knows something about my parents."

"Your parents?" Confusion swirls a bit as you frown at his back. "What are you talking about?"

You watch as he takes a minute to finish dressing, before finally turning towards you. But Vergil won't meet your eyes as he explains, "My parents were killed when I was only eight. There is some… mystery about what happened to them."

"Like an unsolved case?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "Not exactly. It's hard to explain." He checks the clock on the bedside table before moving to grab his coat. "I'll be back tonight."

"Okay," you answer as the door clicks shut.

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The sun is setting, but Vergil does not move from the table by the window in the coffee shop. Arkham had left over an hour ago, but there is much to think about, to consider. He lifts the paper cup and takes a sip, barely tasting the slightly bitter coffee as he watches people walk up and down the street.

All of them are so oblivious. Beneath their feet is a portal to another world, filled with creatures made of nightmares. Vergil is on a personal basis with the things, ever since they had killed his mother and brother and nearly him, leaving him for dead in the grass outside his childhood home.

He chuckles under his breath. It's not funny, never was. But Vergil can appreciate the sick sense of irony that the one who saved humanity from the demon realm could not save his own family. Sparda had been gone well over a year, a time that was fuzzy with whispered questions and more than a few tears from his mother. The confusion is what is most potent from those memories that only surface when he concentrates hard. What had been warm and safe had turned to strain, and even now he can taste the tension that marred their lives when his father disappeared.

Maybe it's just the coffee, though. Vergil finishes it off as the waitress comes over, eyes rolling and a deep sigh escaping her as she pops one hand on a hip. "You done?" she asks.

Vergil takes his time draining his cup, even after the last drops had already slid down his throat, pretending to still drink. Finally he peers up at her annoyed face and sets the cup down. "Yes," he answers.

The girl gives another eye roll and takes the cup. "We're closing soon," she says pointedly.

"Good to know." They have a bit of a stare-off before she huffs away.

Vergil turns to stare out the window again. He wonders what Dante is doing: his younger brother that he loved as fiercely as he drove him mad. As far back as he can remember, Dante had been a part of him, and there is very little of his childhood that didn't involve the curious and outgoing boy in some way. To casual outsiders, the handful of neighbors who were friendly with their family and the various servants that had lived in their home on occasion, the boys were opposites despite being twins.

But that had been wrong. He and Dante had been the same, the same ambition, the same puffed-up sense of pride, what his mother referred to as the "Sparda" in them. It had seemed like a joke to Vergil when he was little to think of his warm and quiet father anything at all like them at their wildest, although now that he understands the full truth of who his father had been and what he had done, he sees the wisdom in his mother's assessment.

"Dante," he whispers. They are not so much opposites as complements of one another, completing some missing part, as if Dante had taken all the bravado and he had absorbed all the introspection in the womb. The energetic Dante with his penchant for aggression had seemed the opposite of the thoughtful Vergil with his perfectionist tendencies, when actually Vergil was the only one who understood Dante's jokes, and Dante was the only one who could keep up with Vergil's ideas.

Which is why the information Arkham had brought is so distressing. At first he hadn't believed it could be Dante, remembering the house engulfed in flames, the heat on his cheeks and the ash that choked the air. They had been inside, no way to escape. Dante was dead and gone.

But the face that was almost his own had stared back at him from the photograph. The silver hair that everyone had exclaimed over when they were two little boys dressed the same was unmistakable. And the red pendant, the twin of his own, made it all reality.

Arkham had left him a copy of the photographs, and Vergil pulls them out to lay neatly on the table. He snorts to himself to see that Dante had gotten no better at dressing himself, remembering how he would run out of the house barely dressed sometimes, or appear for dinner with streaks of dirt up his arms. Vergil would stand and smirk as their mother fussed over the state of his hair or why he would put on an orange shirt with red pants, enjoying the faces Dante would make as she licked her finger and rubbed a spot from his cheek.

He rents a room in Red Grave City, Arkham had told him. Goes by the name Tony. Does odd jobs around to make money. Other than that, he keeps to himself.

Of course he would; they had to, and Vergil wonders if he encounters demons as often as he does. Vergil is so full of questions now: who is he, where has he been, what has he been doing all this time? What did he eat those first weeks without Mother? Did he have a coat in the winter? What did he do with his blood-stained clothes after fighting off another pack of demons?

The questions make him uncomfortable. Vergil isn't sure if he wants the answers, truly. He sorts through the pictures, thinking of his teenage years that were marred with hunger and violence, until he met a girl in a community center. It is almost tragic that he has finally settled into a life he can handle, only for his brother to crash into it the way he would crash into his bedroom in the morning.

He will go and see Dante, though, because there is one question he must know: how he escaped. The fire had been so consuming, there was no way he could have gotten out in time. That sensation that pulses under Vergil's skin when he thinks about the demons starts to make him itch as he lifts a photograph and studies it closely. There was a woman who cared for him, Arkham had said. Was that Mother? Did she take him and escape the house with the one twin she could find, could save, the twin that was her favorite?

Vergil curses and shakes his head. That's the real question, isn't it? For all the smirking and teasing, Dante needed more care, and Vergil had watched his parents fuss over him in ways they never needed to with Vergil. Vergil was the responsible one, the trusted one, older, smarter, better at everything, and he had to be, didn't he? Because Eva had placed her hands on his shoulders and with a teary smile had told him he was the man of the house now, and he had to protect his brother, and Vergil always took his role very, very seriously. It would make sense that she had collected Dante and ran, leaving Vergil to fight on his own, to live on the streets. Vergil could handle it. Vergil can handle anything.

Quickly he gathers the photographs and stuffs them into his coat pocket. He heads to the street, weaving through the people who crowd the sidewalks, his senses alert. Even though you had shared an apartment for a year now, Vergil is still used to being on guard.

He swings towards the bank on 31st. The ATM machine there has questionable security, and he lifts his hood to hide his face as he steps up and begins to press the buttons. There is a combination he had discovered that will spit out a hundred dollars, some glitch in the coding that Vergil had worked out after watching the guard who restocks the machine every morning at five a.m. It's an easy way to get money now, better than pickpocketing anyway, and with his five twenties folded in his pocket he slips down an alley to catch a bus home on the next corner.

In the dark of the alley, he feels the burn on his neck, the one he has not felt in a year, ever since you had left together and settled in blissful anonymity in a new city. The one that he had started to hope he would not feel again.

The one that reminds him of the fire.

The air goes quiet as his footsteps stop, and he waits for them to appear, his eyes sharp on the shadows. Moving to the city had shaken them off of his trail for quite a while this time, but it is inevitable that they would find him again.

Briefly he thinks of you, and what you will say when you see his blood-soaked clothes. He could run, but that would just leave them to another day, and if they followed his trail and found you…

It isn't worth the risk. The only good thing about this is how far he is from the apartment, knowing that at least that will keep you safe.

Vergil reaches into his jacket and pulls out a switchblade, flicking his wrist as the blade makes a soft click into place. "Come on," he mutters, impatient to get this over with.

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His words stay on your mind the entire day, even through the six-hour shift you work at the grocery store. Vergil has never talked about his past, ever, except to say he had no family. Never a mention of parents being killed, certainly.

Your heart aches a bit, partly at knowing his truth, and partly that he never told you before. You had been living together for about a year now, just the two of you sharing everything. At least, you thought you had shared everything. But the more you think about it, the more you realize he tells you nothing of substance. He's heard all about your upbringing with a single mom and overly strict grandmother, and when your grandmother died (to your relief, really), her boyfriend had moved in. They had insisted you call him dad even though he wasn't, and any questions about who your dad really was had been met with some vague variation of "just some asshole" and a wave of your mother's hand.

You had shared pictures, memories good and bad, embarrassing stories. And Vergil had too, at least seemed to… but you don't know how long he had been on the streets. You don't know what he really gets up to during the day, and how he had kept himself alive and fed and clothed those years. It wasn't drugs, that much you knew; but he always has clothes and cash to cover rent and groceries, and you are ashamed to admit you don't want to ask more questions. And there are other odd things: occasional rips in his clothes, his complete lack of friends, the pendant he wears at all times like an obsession, all of it becoming so glaringly obvious that you can't ignore the mystery anymore.

Mind made up to finally ask and make him tell you some things, you are fixing some ramen when he gets home. The greeting dies on your lips when you see that he is covered in bruises and blood, quickly turning off the burner as you hurry over. "Vergil! What the hell happened?" you cry, eyes roaming over the puffy lip and the gash on his brow.

"Nothing," he answers, pushing past you. You follow him to the kitchenette, where he runs the water and grabs some paper towels. In a shocked silence, you watch as he cleans the blood away, leaving his skin pink and puffy, before working on his hands. A sob catches in your throat when he removes his coat and you see his fingers are covered in scrapes and his arms are bruised.

"Don't tell me it's nothing," you hiss. "Did you get jumped?"

"Something like that."

"Did they get anything?"

"No."

Your eyes blink away tears rapidly. "What about… do you need a doctor? Your eye looks bad."

"I'll be fine."

"No, no! Vergil, you're hurt, at least let me look at it!"

He protests as you turn him, reaching up to cradle his face and pull it down closer to see. But then you gasp, because the gash you know you saw—you know you saw not a minute ago—is now no more than a scrape over his eyebrow. Your eyes go wide and your mouth drops open as it slowly disappears, as if the skin is gluing itself together. His lip is also shrinking, the dark red color fading back into its usual flesh-toned hue and the bruising surrounding it growing smaller and smaller.

You take a step back, hitting the counter. "What?" It's all you can manage as the word catches in your throat.

He takes a deep breath. "I'm fine," he says.

The room seems to swim, and you realize that there are tears brimming. Vergil walks away, and you watch him move through the apartment. "I need to go for a few days. The guy I met, Arkham, he has information on my brother. I'm going to track him down, but it's all the way in Red Grave City, and that means—"

"Stop!" It comes out as a cry, a sound you haven't heard your voice make since you were a kid. But it does the trick, and Vergil freezes. You see only his back, just like this morning, until he finally stuffs a shirt into his bag and turns. Again he won't meet your eyes, and your fingers tremble as you say, "I don't understand."

"I'll explain it all when I get back. I promise."

The air is heavy, his words hanging between you, and for the first time since you've met, you suspect Vergil is lying. Finally he walks over to you, and you gasp as you see his face and neck and arms are perfectly healed as if nothing had happened. He presses his smooth palm to your cheek and leans in with a kiss that is firm and hot but gives no comfort. "I'll be back in a few days," he says, not waiting for you to say goodbye when he leaves.

[sortavibing]

 hiii , if it’s not too much trouble i’d like to request a matchup!! i’m 5’3 with brown hair and a fringe, i have glasses but i wear contacts during the day and i have freckles :p i’m bi and i use she/they pronouns so i don’t mind if i get matched up with a girl or a boy! my personality type is isfj and i’m a sagittarius! i kin yachi , i’m quite socially anxious when meeting new people but once i get to know someone i open up a lot more . i like going for walks at night and listening to music full blast 24/7 . academically, i’m hard working and i’m that person in class who always has ‘pretty notes’. people always come to me for advice and to vent because i’m known as a good listener :) take all the time you need and thank you !!

hello! thank you for requesting! i aspire to have pretty notes, but my handwriting is literal shit so it will never happen :P anyways, here’s your matchup!

generating matchup…

matchup: complete

i match you up with hinata!

since hinata is extremely outgoing, he saw you at school, and immediately wanted to get to know you better and become your friend. though he was a little too energetic at first, you quickly got used to it and became pretty good friends. he asked you out a few months later (with a lot of help from suga, and tanaka [he did the opposite of help]) and you agreed.

he’s really bad in school, so you guys study together, and you help him understand the topics that he doesn’t get. whenever he forgets to take notes, you always will lend them to him. he actually started passing his classes, and hinata and the karasuno team is very grateful that you were able to teach him something other than volleyball.

whenever you guys are together in a very public place, he will do most of the talking and socializing, and if you are ever feeling uncomfortable, he will just make up an excuse to leave the place, and you guys will just vibe with each other alone. he gets really happy if you are willing to meet new people on your own, and he’s super proud that you are brave enough to step out of your comfort zone.

hinata will bother you until you agree to help him practice volleyball, but he will always let you choose music to listen to while tossing him the ball, and if you are busy he won’t ask you until you have free time. sometimes kageyama joins you guys, and it’s really funny because he is super awkward around you and hinata just doesn't’ understand why he’s acting so standoffish.

he will take you out on midnight walks through the city and while you guys are listening to music, he is singing the lyrics (very badly), and sometimes dancing along when a super energetic beat comes on. you have so many videos of it, and they always are able to bring a smile to your face because they are so funny (and slightly embarrassing).

hinata loves when you go to his games, and once he sees you, he will be screaming your name and waving to you. after the game he will show you to everyone on the team, and tell them about how amazing you are, holding your hand the entire time. whenever he pulls off a good play, he will look to the stands to see if you saw it, and smile really brightly and get even more pumped when he saw you were watching the entire time.

if you guys haven’t seen each other in a long time, the first time he sees you in person again he will literally jump at you, and just wrap you in a giant hug. his love language is touch, so he will be pretty clingy, but if you ever feel uncomfortable with it, he will immediately stop until you feel more comfortable with pda or just physical affection in general.

the first time he brought you to his house, you were greeted by his sister, and she immediately wanted you to play with her, and after like 30 minutes she said that she wanted to have you as a sibling instead of hinata, who lowkey got annoyed about it. you thought it was really funny, and were trying not to laugh while hinata went off on his sister.

he loves to play with your hair, so when you guys are alone, he just will be subconsciously playing with it, and he actually learned how to braid hair because of you, so now he can do his little sister’s hair, which really surprised her, and she changed her mind about wanting you as a sibling (she literally changes her mind every time she meets you).

overall, hinata helps you get out of your comfort zone if you want to, and you guys are always keeping things exciting, no matter what you are doing. everyone loves to be around you guys because you both just give off these nice vibes that everyone wants to have as well. 

i hope you enjoyed!

[ladyirontiger]

LIT LEGACY RULES

LADYIRONTIGER (LIT) LEGACY

Here's my take on the old legacy challenge found here.

BASIC RULES:

Lifespan: normal

Money: cheats are allowed, I guess, but that does take some of the fun out of it. Generations can leave inheritances for the heirs not to exceed 10k.

Housing: sims can move from one generation to the next, but not during the generation. i.e. gen 1 must live in ONE place only; however, gen 2 can move out and then live in one place only.

Colors: are just listed to help me keep the generations straight during gameplay. You don’t have to use them.

Traits: Are just suggestions; however, the heir must inherit ONE trait from the previous generation.

SUCCESSION RULES:

Gender Law: MATRIARCHY - The Founder must be female. Only girls are eligible to be named heir unless there are no female children, at which point boys become eligible for that generation.

Bloodline Law: STRICT TRADITIONAL - To be eligible to be named heir, a child must be naturally born from their previous-generation parents and be able to trace an unbroken bloodline back to the founder. Adopted children may never be named heir.

Heir Law: LIVING WILL - The eligible child with the highest friendly relationship score with their previous-generation’s parent will be named heir. If there’s a tie, preference goes to THE FIRST BORN.

Species Law: TOLERANT - The species of the child has no impact on their eligibility for heir status

Gen 1: The Old Soul (yellow)

It’s almost as if you were born in the wrong era. You do everything the old-fashioned way, down to the way you “court” not date, and the way you dress. You’re naturally nurturing, and energetic. You’d do anything for your family. You’re the perfect matriarch, no matter what year it is.

Traits: dog lover, creative, active

Aspiration: Lord/Lady of the Knits

Career: Stay at Home Parent/Plopsy Seller

Rules:

Live anywhere except the city

Have a dog. Teach it 3 tricks. Become its companion

Have 2 children. Become good friends with both

Have one partner only. Do not have romance with anyone else.

Master Gourmet Cooking (reach level 10) and Pet Training skills (reach level 5)

Gen 2: The Homesteading YouTuber (purple)

Your parents provided everything you could ever want, and you’re so grateful. You’re going to pay it forward to make the world you live in a better place for yourself and your own children. You’re documenting your eco adventures for posterity and to increase the reach your message of sustainability.

Traits: active, maker, music lover

Aspiration: Eco Innovator

Career: Social Media Internet Personality

Rules:

Graduate from university. Do not live on campus

Have 2 children

Become a 5-star celebrity

Live in a tiny home, or in Evergreen Harbor, or both (a tiny home in Evergreen Harbor)

Master the violin and photography skill (reach level 10)

­Gen 3: The Moody Musician (blue)

Living in the shadow of a perfect parent, and constantly being hounded by paparazzi wasn’t easy growing up. It left you with a profound distrust of people. The one thing your parent did give you, which you’re grateful for, is a passion for music. You’re determined to make your own way in the world, away from the cameras, and share your passion with aspiring young minds. While you love teaching, and you’re unswervingly dedicated to your craft, you lack the flair for parenting that your mother and grandmother had. Though you try your best.

Traits: music lover, loner, hot headed

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Career: Education Professor

Rules:

Live in the city

Leave someone at the alter. Never marry.

Have only one child

Write a book

Master 2 instruments (reach level 10)

Gen 4: The Adventurer (green)

While your music-loving parent is in their own head, all you can dream of is getting out, being in nature, under the stars, and having a big, loving family. You want your children to feel connected to the outdoors the way you do, and the way your grandmother did.

Traits: hot headed, loves outdoors, outgoing

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Career: Conservationist

Rules

Have three children

Mentor all children in fitness

Go camping as a family

Go to the beach as a family

Master the fitness and comedy skills (level 10)

Become good friends with grandchild heir

Gen 5: The Good Wife (red)

It’s hard for you to commit to relationships because you’re so focused on your career. Having a big family was nice and all, but having to share resources and fight for attention isn’t something you want to ever relive. You’re the star of your own show both in your romantic relationships and in the courtroom. That means there just isn’t room for your children to be more than props in your life. They’ll live.

Traits: outgoing, noncommittal, romantic

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Career: Law Judge

Rules

Go to University. Do not live on campus.

Have at least 2 failed relationships before marrying

Have 2 children by 2 different partners. Be disliked by both children

Master the debate & charisma skills (level 10)

Gen 6: The Spy Mom (black)

With a mom seemingly married to justice, who had no time for you, it was easy to get away with sneaking around, and little swipes here and there. You honed your skills for manipulation and deception, and now you’re putting them to good use. You still want to have a family, but keeping your job a secret for their safety inevitably causes an irreparable rift between you and your children.

Traits: romantic, kleptomaniac, family oriented

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: Secret Agent Diamond Agent

Rules

Become best friends with grandparent (heir from gen 5)

Marry a good sim, then divorce

Have at least 2 children, be disliked by one of them.Master logic skill (level 10)Mentor children in logic

Gen 7: The Bake Sale Mom (pink)

Finding out your mother is a secret agent is bound to make an impact, and on you it certainly has. All you want is a “normal” life, and a big, loving family. You love baking, and feeding your loved ones brings you great joy. You turn your passion into a business, and you get your family to be part of it all. Money might be tight at times, and things aren’t always easy, but you’re doing it together. That’s what matters.

Traits: family oriented, foodie, perfectionist

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Chef

Rules

Master the baking and parenting skills (level 10)

Have 5 children and be close friends with all of them

Own a retail store or restaurant

Have a weekly family dinner with all extended family still living

Gen 8: The Silicon Valley Mom (white/beige)

Gaming takes you to another world. Not that this one is bad or anything, but you enjoy being a hero, and the stories about your grandmother the spy fuel your desire for (safer) adventures. Unfortunately for your children, you have unrealistic expectations of them, and hold them to impossibly high standards.

Traits: perfectionist, geek, ambitious

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Career: Tech Guru eSports Gamer

Rules:

Master programming and video gaming skill (reach level 10)

Have two children be geniuses, get honor roll, and max out 2 skills

Have a weekly bowling night with family

Gen 9: The Orange County Mom (peach/orange)

You’ve grown accustomed to a certain standard of living, and you’re much too smart and good looking to let it go to waste. You’re goal is to become fabulously wealthy by any means necessary. Being a bawse isn’t always easy, so you take every opportunity to relax with some yoga or a spa outing. As nice as it would be to have your children join the family business, it’s a dangerous game.

Traits: ambitious, materialistic, snob

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Criminal Boss or NONE

Rules:

Have three “frenemies” of the same gender who are also snobs

Marry a sim for money not for love

Master the wellness and handiness skill (level 10)

Mentor a child in handiness.

Gen 10: The Flower Child (teal)

You can’t be tied down by the man, but you don’t want to turn to a life of crime like your mother. You’re level-headed, and you know what you want out of life: fun and freedom. Some might say your job is frivolous, but your family has a history of being at one with nature, and being popular. You want to marry for love like your great, great…grandmother. You just want to be…excellent.

Traits: snob, self-assured, cheerful

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Gardener

Rules:

Master flower arranging, singing, and mixology

Have one child of your own, and adopt one

Have a cat

Marry someone you adore

Write your memoir

Write your family’s history