#yumeship fanfic

[josado]

The pleasure is to play

Chapter 1

- A Joseph Joestar x OC fanfic -

Word count: 3.3k

Tags: yumeship, female OC, gambling, mostly just Speedwagon for this chapter

Speedwagon sighed, a gentle smile on his face as he shook his head lightly. "Fine.. I suppose I could indulge you in a friendly game", he said, slowly walking towards the other room with the help of his cane. "But only if there are truly no stakes. I'm mostly doing this just to meet your associate, anyway - I'm not very good at poker myself".

The other man chuckled, patting Speedwagon on his back. "Mate, you're not supposed to tell people that.. You're giving yourself away and we haven't even started yet".

"Ah... I fear that the second we start playing you'll realize I lack the so-called poker face, so it won't make much of a difference. But...", he stopped at the door to the meeting room, his hand resting on the doorknob. He looked over to the other man, a serious look on his face. "But I really do hope you are on the correct trail. The Speedwagon Foundation has caught whiff of similar phenomena happening around the world... If you think this is one of such cases, well... It could change everything for us."

The other man nodded. He was slightly younger than him, his hair only beginning to go gray on the sides. He had a serious look on his face just like Speedwagon, but his was quite nervous as well - nervous for both his personal reputation and for all the future business he planned on doing with the foundation's founder. This meeting was his idea after all, so he really needed it to go well and show he's reliable. He was certain this was a textbook case which would fit perfectly in Speedwagon's new research. Meeting over a poker game felt less than appropriate for making new business connections and trying to understand and better the world.. But it would all make sense soon enough. "She might not accept right away.. But I believe the lady will not need too much convincing. If nothing else, then she will accept purely out of boredom. She is...", he nodded, letting Speedwagon know it was alright to enter, "...a bit... addicted to the feeling of uncertainty... one would not be wrong to call it that."

Speedwagon opened the door, taking a few steps inside. His brows furrowed a bit, not expecting the new associate to be this young. No alarms went off in his head though, and although it wasn't what it once was, he still had great faith in his ability to sniff out someone's character. His nose was currently telling him that the worst thing that could happen here would be wasting his time. A young lady in her 20s sat at the table, smiling a little awkwardly. She had long dark ashy blonde hair with a single platinum streak in her fringe. She wore minimal makeup, but her eyelashes were definitely covered in mascara, clumping together intentionally to bring even more attention to her doll-like hazel eyes. Speedwagon slowly walked closer and extended his hand out to her. "My name is Robert E. O. Speedwagon, founder of The Speedwagon Foundation. My associate has, surprisingly, not told me a lot about you at all."

"A girl has to keep some secrets, doesn't she?", she said playfully as a small chuckle escaped her lips. She shook his hand, her grip on the handshake unusually confident for a woman her age. Speedwagon found this promising, as it implied she had something to be confident about. Perhaps the intel would prove to be correct. "Adora Dodie. A pleasure to meet you".

"Quite a grip you've got there, Adora", Speedwagon said, raising both eyebrows and looking right into her eyes. His amber ones studied hers, his nose working overtime. He finally let go of the handshake and sat down at the table, right across from her. "And quite a beautiful fake name as well".

Slight shock appeared on the girl's face as she didn't expect him to figure it out right away. The associate also sat down at a seat between the two, looking really anxious. The only thing that was keeping him sane right now was the fact that Speedwagon himself didn't appear any more nervous than usual. The associate had only recently met her (and under this name), but never once questioned it. She just raised one eyebrow, cocking her head to the side, now amused by his keen perception, her facial expression not even trying to deny the accusation. "Oh?"

"He mentioned you were Slavic, and your fashion sense is certainly not typical American..", Speedwagon started explaining, gesturing to the girl's outfit. It was rather chilly outside, less so inside, yet she still wore her short leopard fur coat - although, only around her shoulders, her black sweater peeking through from underneath. She also wore an insanely short skirt, which immediately made him think that she must be used to colder weather than America has to offer, as she wasn't shivering or seeming like she minded it at all. Her legs were fully covered in sheer black nylon tights, which told him she had no patriotism for this country considering the nylon shortage the war caused to help the troops. The black leg warmers scrunched at the very bottom of her legs certainly weren't doing a great job at keeping her warm or at hiding the expensive tights. They were merely a fashion accessory. "So I would assume you came here with the rest of the refugees at the start of the war, not that you've lived here for a good portion of your life.. The name certainly doesn't sound Slavic either, so perhaps it's an alias?" He stared at her for a few more moments, studying her before speaking again. Her smell was balsamic, an odd mixture of sour cherries and bitter almonds. It was sweet but melancholy, like a strange sadness hiding behind the sourness of the cherries. "But the lie wasn't malicious, was it, Adora?"

Adora, or whatever her real name was, nodded softly, as she started to shuffle the cards in front of her. "I'm a professional gambler, sir. And as you can imagine, the job isn't exactly ideal for making friends and giving them my actual name.."

Speedwagon looked at their shared associate, piecing together how he even met this lady. The guy definitely had gambling as a vice, it was no tightly kept secret, but Speedwagon still didn't expect to see him testing his luck against professionals. That being said, what even was a professional gambler, anyway? Surely, it must have just meant bigger amounts being wagered, as it was a purely luck-based activity after all. He now carefully watched her shuffle the cards, trying to catch a glimpse of any sleights of hand. He had seen Joseph cheat at cards enough times that he felt positive he could catch any funny movements if they occurred. "So how do you become a professional at something that requires no skill?"

"By simply never losing", she said, a slight smirk on her face.

"I can vouch for her being a professional", the associate added, shaking his head. "I've never seen anything like it - it's like a superpower!" He also watched her shuffle the cards, but more in awe, rather than trying to catch her cheating. He knew there was no trickery involved, just pure luck. He knew that the girl enjoyed the sense of uncertainty that gambling brought, the stress, the adrenaline rush... Even the feeling that you could lose everything in an instant, the outcome being fully out of one's control. She loved this feeling, and he knew she wouldn't cheat now, purely to be able to experience it just a little. "But, dear, that's not entirely correct, though, now is it? You lose a great deal, actually".

Adora dealt the cards to each of them, her hands clearly experienced in holding a deck. "I suppose, but that's not what you brought Mr. Speedwagon here to see, was it? You want him to see me winning, no?"

"Correct", the man confirmed, turning fully to Speedwagon to explain. "No matter how badly she loses, she never ends a game on a loss."

"Well... Being lucky is hardly a good example of what I was hoping to find here..", Speedwagon said, feeling a bit like the guy wasn't fully grasping his research topic. "When I said supernatural powers, I didn't mean something as vague as this..." He sighed and rested his face against his palm, his elbow planted firmly on the table, and used his other hand to look at the cards he was just dealt. They weren't that bad, honestly. An 8 of hearts and a 10 of hearts - depending on what got pulled next, this could be an easy victory.

"Trust me, this is not normal luck", the man defended his stance. "At first, it seemed like a random string of wins and losses to me, but then I started watching her more carefully. It seemed like she had some wins that were pleasant surprises, which makes sense, but then some brought absolutely no emotion to her face. Just a good poker face, most people would think. But then why would she have such a visible reaction in other situations, right?"

"I never thought you to be such a devoted fan", Adora teased the older man, looking at her own cards. Upon seeing them she gave a little downturned smile - neither too pleased or displeased with her cards.

"Honestly, I just assumed you were a huge cheater and I kept following your games hoping you'd finally get caught. Though, if I may speak freely, Miss Dodie... I'd still argue you are one. A much worse one than I originally thought, even." Both of them shared a chuckle, much to Speedwagon's confusion. The man turned to him again, continuing his story. "You could see it on her face - plain as day. She was cheating. She wasn't surprised at some wins, because she knew they were going to happen."

"Did you ever get caught?", Speedwagon asked her directly, carefully watching her hands as she shuffled the deck.

“I would have to actually cheat first, in order to get caught”, she said, shooting the associate a small playful smirk. “In fact, Mr. Speedwagon, if it eases your nerves, you may shuffle the cards yourself”. Adora slid the deck across the table, leaving them right in front of him. Speedwagon took the cards and started shuffling them himself, though with much less ease than she did.

“She never got caught. Not once. And they did everything they could to try and catch her in the act.”, the associate said, shaking his head. “I approached her at the bar recently and told her I thought she was born under a lucky star. After a few drinks, she confessed that she was always this lucky, even as a kid. She even said it makes life boring…”

“..To always feel in control..”, she finished his sentence, sighing. “I won’t pretend like it’s a bad thing, obviously, but it’s certainly got its bad side as well."

“So she’s either born with a gift.. Or she’s the best cheater in the world”. The associate looked at his own cards, having a pair of 9s. He felt good about his hand, but he knew there was no point to it, as he knew Adora would still find a way to luck out and win. Speedwagon dealt the cards for the game, revealing them all on the table. A 5 of spades.. A 2 of hearts… Queen of spades… A 4 of spades... And the 6 of clubs. Both men thought the same thing for a brief moment - I could at least easily have the high card. They both revealed their cards, looking to her to see if she would win or not.

Adora showed hers as well, a 3 of hearts and a 4 of clubs. “Looks like a Straight.. Two, three, four, five, six… Yep. And a pair of 4s as well”, she said, giving her cards back to Speedwagon to shuffle again, a cocky smirk on her face.

As he started dealing the cards for the second round, he wasn’t exactly convinced yet. It would take a lot more than that to prove this was some sort of supernatural power rather than just plain old luck. But he wasn’t about to start complaining either, as there were certainly much less entertaining ways to conduct research. “Help me understand though.. So why would you come to me willingly? Isn’t this basically an admission to cheating of sorts?”, he asked her, raising both of his bushy eyebrows and dealing the cards to each of them.

Adora chuckled. “Hardly. I’d argue being lucky is a requirement for gambling.. Otherwise you are just giving your money away for no reason.” As she received her cards she didn't even take a quick look at them. Both men looked at theirs, both trying to maintain some sort of poker face. “Plus.. The way it was described..” She looked directly into Speedwagon’s amber eyes, as if trying to speak to him without using words. She seemed to have really resonated with the overall topic of the research, which was the only reason she even agreed to meet with him. "I feel like... This luck has been haunting me my whole life. I don't want it gone, but I would like a better understanding of what's going on and why it is here. Why it acts the way it does. If that makes sense". She emphasized certain words as she spoke to him, as if alluding to something. It was a test of her own and the real game she and Speedwagon were playing now - figuring out if they are talking about the same thing without giving anything away before any formal deal is made. She watched Speedwagon as he revealed the cards on the table. "So they're all clubs and they're just a Queen shy of it being a Royal Flush... Perhaps the queen of clubs in my cards would convince you a bit more about my... situation."

"But...", Speedwagon started, looking at her confused. He took a few moments to look around the table and under it, just in case, before continuing. "You haven't even looked at your cards yet. How could you possibly know you have the missing card?"

She revealed her cards to them by extending her arm so that they could clearly see the queen of clubs staring back at them. And yet she still hasn't looked at the cards herself. The associate sighed, shaking his head and turning to Speedwagon. "See? And she even does this often, as if being smug about it helps her case with the cheating allegations..."

"But, how?!"

Adora shrugged, finally taking a look at her own cards, before giving them back for the next round. "Just requires more luck than a Straight does, I suppose".

Speedwagon looked at her, squinting his eyes and studying her features one last time. She had a small mole under her right eye and another one above her left eyebrow, but the asymmetry was surprisingly pleasing to look at. It drew even more attention to her eyes, which she clearly treated as her best facial feature. Her eyebrows were very straight, her cheeks pink and her lipstick intentionally smeared across her lip lines in a shade that wasn't very bold, looking as if she just finished eating strawberries messily. Everything on her face was carefully set up to point in the direction of her looking gentle and almost angelic, and yet here she was in all her actual glory. A smug gambling addict and an obvious cheater. Still, he could see past the surface and smell out what was going on. He didn't know how she was doing it, and she would clearly never openly admit to it either, but he knew this was her confessing and seeking help. Clearly she was doing something. He thought for a moment as he shuffled the cards. He then picked up one random card and set it face-down at the table. "Try to guess which card this is, Miss Dodie."

"It's a four", she said, her voice monotone and unimpressed. Clearly he wasn't the first person to attempt this approach.

"A four of what?"

"I'll have to guess... A four of hearts".

Speedwagon nodded, revealing the card to indeed be a four or hearts. He thought for another moment, scratching his face as he did. It was definitely starting to look like more than dumb luck. "Hmm... Now I'm thinking of a number between one and one hundr-"

"Sixty seven."

He gulped. It actually was exactly 67. The associate nodded enthusiastically as he watched her guess everything right, hoping this will seal the deal. "It's insane, I'm telling you. It's not even just gambling, sometimes I fear she can read minds".

The girl chuckled at this, lowkey enjoying both the praise from her associate and the shocked look that Speedwagon was sending her way. "Oh, I wish I could read minds, but I assure you I unfortunately can not. If I could then I wouldn't even have to ask you this... But what is it exactly that you are even offering to me?"

Speedwagon thought about it for a moment before deciding that he would like to pursue this phenomena further. It seemed promising. "Well, is there more information that you have that you have not disclosed to me yet?"

"I will only say that yes, I have a clear understanding of the principle of how this luck works, just not... Why me, of all people?"

"And you would share this information with the Speedwagon foundation, correct?"

"Only if we are officially partners, but yes, I suppose."

He nodded, leaving the cards on the table and slowly getting up from his seat with the help of his cane. He extended his arm to her, finally officially making her a business offer. "I can offer you to stay at my house and have all your expences paid for the entire duration of the research. In return I would like to run some tests, hear your thoughts on the whole phenomena, get to know your personality, lineage, history…”

Adora nodded as she listened to his proposal. Certainly, having all your expences be paid for was an enticing offer, one which she would have a hard time justifying to herself if she were to decline it. She also simply wanted to know more about her own situation. The luck came at a price, one which she wanted to truly understand and perhaps even keep under control better. She extended her own arm to him as well, shaking his hand firmly. Speedwagon let go of her hand and started walking away, subtly gesturing to his associate to follow him so that they could discuss the oil business somewhere more private. He turned to her one last time, giving her a reassuring look. "Come to my house tomorrow and we'll get you settled in and start with the basics - getting to know each other." He then pointed to the associate. "He'll make sure you are given the proper address as well as take care of any transportation needs to my property for you or your luggage. Alright?"

Both Adora and the associate nodded. "Understood", she said, still thinking about this whole thing in her head. It was a little insane, perhaps even very risky on her end, but she was certain that she would have realised by now if this meeting was a stroke of bad luck rather than just an interesting new experience. And she definitely wouldn't mind shaking up the monotone routine she built up lately that consisted of nothing but her hotel room and various casinos. Perhaps it was the perfect time to get to know herself and her history better. "I will be there after lunch, then."

[btrswtoriginals]

I’ve never publicly posted Yume writing outside of screenshots so aaaahh but heres some Herta/Iris

[dont-call-my-name-alejandro]

Otp Prompt #22

A goes to B’s side of the bed to cuddle with them.

B: A, I have no room..

A: Okay?

B: So let’s move to the middle of the bed?

A: [refuses to move] Should’ve thought of that earlier.

[toffee32]

Hello! I just made this blog to have a place to properly archive this comic I made on a scrollable site. I drew this over the span of five months, posted it on twitter as I finished around four pages every time. This is a Vulpes/OC courier fanfiction. Her name is Mila but I clasically call her Six in this comic ♡  I hope you enjoy!! I hope I'll get the possibility to share more of all the Fallout fanart I have drawn and that I'll be drawing in the future in this account since I love these series, but also to share other original creation stuff like the bunnies I love drawing, also history and religion ♡ 

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[masked-tornado]

All about Allen Alagona

Overview:

Basics

Allen's backstory

Allen's personality

Allen's relationships

Allen's relationship with Deuce

Allen & blot

Allen's previous life

Allen's magic

Fun facts

OFFICIAL ALLEN X DEUCE POSTS:

1 // 2 // 3

1. Basics

Allen is a Ramshackle freshman who comes from another world (¾ Italian, ¼ Japanese) and "has no magic".

He's an aspiring illustrator and musician who doesn't seem to have success no matter how hard he tries. Whenever he attempted to gain attention on the internet before, all he ever received was ignorance and hate. Nowadays, he's too scared to try again.

2. Allen's backstory

Allen is an intersex boy and was born with lower testosterone levels as well as a mostly "female" outward anatomy.

Having suffered from a genetic anxiety disorder since his childhood, Allen was never really able to enjoy things. Once he got into school, he was mostly used for his good grades and ignored otherwise.

However, things got much worse when puberty started: Allen's body was feminine and muscular at the same time, and he towered over his classmates. His resting bitch face didn't help with people finding him intimidating and scary... and soon, he was not only ignored, but actively avoided and made fun of. He got pushed around, insulted, and told that "a freak like him" could never be loved. Nobody invited him to hang out, people pretended to have crushes on him in order to fool him, and all the "friends" he ever had badmouthed him behind his back.

Allen couldn't tell anyone about how hurt he was — boys weren't supposed to cry and act all whiny, and he would prove that he was indeed a boy by being all tough.

Trying to escape from the bullying at school, Allen put all of his feelings into art instead — a thing he was told he was "gifted" at — and started sharing it on social media. However, as he watched other artists blow up and build entire fanbases, absolutely nothing happened to him; he was either ignored or insulted for his art, seemingly never being good enough to earn compliments. Combined with the fact that Allen compared himself with other artists a lot, he slowly started losing confidence in the one thing he enjoyed and thought he was skilled at.

That wasn't the only thing Allen "wasn't good enough" for. As he got older, the topics at school progressively got harder, and the model student started struggling with them a little. His grades dropped from As to As and Bs, and that was somehow already enough for his teachers to blame him. "What's wrong?", "I expected better from you" and "stop slacking" were just some of the things Allen had to hear from them. He began studying even more in an attempt to satisfy them and prove his worth to himself, but nothing seemed to work out, and instead, it all led to Allen having a burnout.

At this point, Allen started believing that he was possessed. How could one single person have so much bad luck and be hated this much solely for trying to live his life...?

...and why was he even trying when he was never good enough for anyone anyway?

It was then that Allen decided to give up on everything. His grades never satisfied his teachers no matter how well he did, so why should he work for them at all? His gentle personality was never appreciated, so why should he be kind? Fights hurt him, so why shouldn't he fight back?

Allen slowly became a delinquent. He started skipping class almost every day, finally dared to cuss, and got into lots of verbal fights with the people who formerly bullied him. Those who already feared Allen before were now absolutely terrified of him, and soon, rumors about an actual possession started spreading.

The headmaster couldn't stand watching the process of one of her most valuable honor students turning into a delinquent and eventually kicked Allen out of school for his shenanigans.

Allen knew he wouldn't attend a school ever again due to what it had done to his health, but at the same time, he was in desperate need of that graduation if he ever wanted to have a proper job. He tried to blackmail the headmaster into giving him his graduation by threatening to expose the school for how they covered bullying and even allowed teachers to be bullies, but ultimately, Allen got nothing out of it.

He had nothing but his parents now. He had no friends, no confidence, no future. He was likely possessed, doomed by the universe.

Allen lost the sparkle in his eye; he wanted nothing more than to disappear. But the thought of his parents' grief forced him to stay alive. Every day was torture and reminded Allen of how much of a failure he was, and he progressively grew angrier...

...until he started imagining himself in music videos every time he listened to songs.

That was when Allen had an idea. He couldn't be violent, so why not channel all of his hatred and wrath into lyrics and make his own music? This time, he wouldn't post anything online in a long time, instead taking things slow.

Things slowly got a little better — Allen was able to start a hormone therapy, dyed his hair, changed his overall appearance, disassociated himself from his old self, and learned to control his anger through writing and other methods he figured out for himself. However, the emptiness, anxiety and hopelessness remained, and Allen was stuck with depression.

Just the day when Allen wanted to finally buy a software to produce music with, he woke up in a coffin in a strange world...

3. Allen's personality

Allen is widely known to be friendly, lowkey, mature, calm and helpful. People admire him for his good looks and determination, and some even consider him to be perfect due to the fact that he is additionally "good at everything". He also avoids fights and more heated discussions and instead serves as a mediator most of the time, earning him a fair amount of respect at NRC.

Allen has an easy time getting along with people and, while he rarely engages in deep conversations, generally enjoys talking and spending time with others, even if he's not close to them.

The truth: this is a mask.

Allen is an extremely flawed person but skilled at hiding it. He doesn't do anything he's bad at in public, only voices reasonable opinions, uses white lies in order to not accidentally hurt people, and hides all of his mental struggles as much as possible.

Not only does the real Allen envy everyone who is in some way more successful or "better" at something than him, but he has also developed a superiority complex to cope with his insecurities. He even feels this way towards some of his friends, yet doesn't dare to speak up on it out of fear of ending up all alone again.

The real Allen writes aggressive songs, has violent thoughts, and hates himself with a burning passion. His trauma and insecurities always get the better of him, and Allen still believes that he's ugly, worthless and not deserving of love despite being one of the most popular people at NRC.

The real Allen also doesn't care about the problems of people and gets impatient extremely quickly (Deuce is an exception — Allen cares about him a lot and is patient with him — as well as other people who have genuinely earned Allen's trust). His primary motivation for helping with bigger issues around the school is to draw attention to himself and finally receive praise.

Allen's biggest fear is to be lonely, abandoned and ignored, which is why he does his best to hide all of his flaws and true opinions on people — he doesn't want to risk being disliked now that he's finally appreciated somewhere.

The only person who knows the real Allen (and who he is 100% honest to) is Deuce, who doesn't judge him at all and instead understands him.

4. Allen's relationships

5. Allen's relationship with Deuce

Ever since day one, they've been best friends who always know what the other is thinking/feeling and do almost everything together.

Having the same experiences in a mirrored way, Allen and Deuce are able to understand each other better than anyone else could and naturally help each other because of it. Allen is able to assist Deuce with studying while making sure that he doesn't overwork himself and provides him with healthy outlets for his delinquent tendencies, which helps Deuce mature and grow calmer. Instead of trying to change Deuce, Allen helps him see the good in his flaws and use them to Deuce's advantage while fully supporting his goals and making sure that Deuce doesn't lose himself. Deuce, on the other hand, simply loves and admires Allen the way he is, which helps Allen slowly accept himself more. Being around someone who's so similar to himself and genuinely supports, understands and adores him also manages to fill the void in Allen's heart at least a bit.

Due to Allen's tough vibes, determined personality, intelligence and pretty appearance, Deuce fell for him extremely quickly (it was basically love at first sight for him). Allen fell for Deuce during book 4 when he realized just how much he missed the boy. After hesitating with a confession for a long time due to how it could possibly affect their friendship, Allen and Deuce eventually start dating some time after book 7.

Before I go on an eternal ramble about these two, here are some posts from my Deuce x Allen blog explaining their relationship further:

How they help each other

Why I ship them

Relationship timeline

Facts about them

6. Allen & blot

Allen feels his body get weaker and is somewhat out of touch with it in Twisted Wonderland. At first, he isn't aware of what the reason might be, but things resolve themselves... in the worst way possible.

During every breakdown occuring after these symptoms, a part of Allen's body changes. At first, he merely cries black tears, but then his hair turns another color, followed by another body part every time... until Allen is fully convinced that his demon is slowly taking over.

These occurrences are, in fact, mini overblots building up to Allen's first proper overblot, in which he assumes the form of a demon prince with fire-based magic and massive claws.

Due to his overall physical and mental weakness as well as the fact that he's not from Twisted Wonderland, blot affects Allen extremely easily and in a different way than with mages.

But why can he accumulate blot if he's not a mage himself? Well...

7. Allen's previous life

Unbeknownst to everyone, Allen is the reincarnation of Asterope, an infamous mage from Twisted Wonderland.

Asterope was an exceptional mage said to have been blessed who had weather-based powers but couldn't fully control them due to his impulsive personality. As a result, he accidentally slaughtered a village through a tornado in a fit of rage caused by being excluded and bullied, and became a wanted criminal as a result. He ran away, assumed the identity of "Alan" and joined the Silver Owls, only to be caught when he found out about his sole friend's death and accidentally caused another tornado. Asterope then got executed, and to this day, he's known as nothing but a villain.

Nobody is aware that Allen is Asterope's reincarnation and supposed to fix his legacy until Allen dies after being stabbed during a friend's overblot. A storm is raging outside the school during the entirety of Allen being in a critical state and eventually dying. While his body is already dead, Allen's mind intensely relives the moments from both his current life and the one he had as Asterope. Ironically, his strong blot accumulation and Asterope's desire for wanting his legacy to be fixed through his "successor" eventually bring Allen back to life, leaving him with mere permanent tattoos... and the ability to use magic.

Shortly before Allen awakens, Asterope speaks through him, talking about his legacy. Later on, Allen and his friends do their best to figure out what exactly happened.

8. Allen's magic

Allen has fairly little control over his everyday magic due to both his mood swings and the fact that he's entirely new to this kind of thing. However, he is eager to learn and improve so he can hopefully reach an average skill level.

On the other hand, Allen's Unique Magic is incredibly powerful and can only be countered by the strongest of mages when they're concentrated. "The Calm Before the Storm" traps a being in a tornado that drains them of all their physical and mental energy, often causing the person in question to pass out. It can be used on living creatures from all worlds.

Fun fact: Allen discovers his Unique Magic before he can use normal magic at all.

9. Fun facts

Allen is three days older than Ace.

Allen is good with animals and children.

Allen's natural hair color is black.

Allen is considered to be one of the prettiest people at NRC, but isn't aware of this.

Allen collects plushies and Deuce gifts them to him regularly.

Allen loves Shiba Inus.

Allen likes motorcycles and blastcycles.

Allen is an only child.

Allen loves his parents but is distant from the rest of his family.

Allen has photographic memory.

Allen eats instant noodles a lot.

Allen can't cook, but is willing to learn how to cook egg dishes for Deuce.

Allen doesn't have a lot of stamina.

Allen has problems falling asleep.

Allen is generally bad at sports, but can run fastly and dance very well. He does, however, suck at ballroom dance.

Allen is often called a twink, and he's very curvy for a skinny guy.

Allen has long eyelashes.

Allen received chest surgery during book 5 and now has scars.

Allen prefers coffee over tea.

Allen dislikes pastries.

[gur0beetl3]

Go my OC x Canon!!!!!!

This is Dahlia, he's a demon from the future! Explicitly in the setting of block tales, he was part of a team meant to send a "chosen" hero back in time to save builderman with the swords. Except fate had something else in mind, and he was taken back instead!!

He's kissing Griefer now

[bwabys-scenarios]

Black people, POC, disabled people, fat/chubby/plus size people, you will ALWAYS be on my mind while writing reader inserts. I will always try my best to make you feel included and loved.

Reader inserts are there for you to insert yourself into it, and it’s really hard when most stories are focused on a white/pale skinned, skinny, non disabled/neurotypical person. So many things can be more inclusive, like having options for different skin colors or hair types, it’s easy and it should be the norm.

Just know that I’m trying my best to think of you, and you’re always welcome and loved on my page.

The characters I write for love you for your traits, NOT despite them. You are adored for who you are!

[centipedecenti]

Proud of you

(Louie x Vincent fic)

Day 34

Louie was never a sociable guy. He often tried to stay away from large crowds or bustling public areas, wanting just solitude with himself, his thoughts, and a snack or two. When invited to company dinners he just stayed silent and ate.

Nobody really understood Louie, or even bothered trying. They just saw him as the “off putting co worker that looks around the vending machine” or bring up that rumor of him eating the golden pikpik carrots when it was obviously the ravenous space bunnies.

But Louie didn't really care what people thought, he was used to being perceived differently than others, as an outcast…

So it surprised him when this new guy at work came along and flipped Louie's world completely upside down.

He was commissioned with him to go back on pnf-404 as a replacement for Olimar when he was out sick.

Vincent.

Vincent was….different, to put it bluntly, he didn't treat Louie like a weirdo, in fact, treated the man with respect, like an actual person. A friend.

It was a nice change of pace.

But Louie couldn't help but wonder why? Why was this sociable, flamboyant, and handsome hocotation spending all this energy befriending Louie of all people? It didn't make any sense to him.

Vincent was confident, loud, eccentric and a bit sassy. The complete opposite of his blonde coworker!

And yet here they are, day 34 of being commissioned together to PNF-404 and just got back into the Hocotate Freight ship after a long gruesome day at work.

“Ughh! Its so hot out there! I swear, all my hairspray totally melted off!” Vincent complained lightheartedly while stretching his aching arms from throwing pikmin nonstop.

Louie hummed in agreement, settling into the air-conditioned space ship as he took off his helmet.

“Gonna take a shower.” Louie mumbled before walking to the small cramped metallic bathroom.

“Don't waste all the hot water! Like LAST time!” Vincent chuckled loudy to himself as he walked to the bedroom, hands on his hips.

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When Louie finally got out of the shower, with a fresh t shirt and sweatpants on, he was on his way to the kitchen for a snack, when in the corner of his eye he saw Vincent in the shared bedroom, hunched over as he stares at the Ko-Pad screen with an expression Louie hasn't seen before from the other.

Louie ambeld quietly into the bedroom, glancing over what the other hocotation was reading.

Louie's eyes widened at what he read, his brow furrowed.

“Dearest son,

I hope you're enjoying your job at Hocotate Freight, though, as your mother I knew this is the best you would've done trying to follow your dreams. If you had only listened to me, you would've been filthy rich by now! Please son, don't let your dreams keep you from reality.

Love, Mother”

Louie had a sick taste in his mouth after reading that, his expression quickly turning from confusion to anger. He couldn't believe what he was reading! Vincent was probably one of the most creative and inspiring people Louie has ever met, and here, his own mother is basically calling him a failure!

Louie admired the way Vincent could turn the skin from a bulborb into something you'd wear to a ball. He was very hard working too, well, At least more than Louie. And whether that be loading cargo, or defeating various beasts, he also always had on a big toothy smile, brighter than the cosmos.

Louie was then abruptly pulled out of his thoughts when he heard quiet sobs from the brunette. Louie an overwhelming amount of concern and worry, reaching out a hand then quickly pulling it back when he realized he no idea how to comfort others.

Vincent clutched the Ko-Pad, tears stinging his eyes as he read the E-mail over and over again, etching those horrible words into his mind, words from his own mother.

He had to say something, anything.

“...Vincent?” The blonde spoke up, rubbing his arm nervously.

Vincent whipped his head around, big brown tearful eyes staring back at him with shock. He quickly wiped his eyes, a forced smile appearing on his lips.

“Oh! Hey, Louie..!” his eyes darted from the email to the young man before suddenly turning off the tablet.

“Uhm…are you…okay?”

Louie cautiously took a step closer, looking down at the young man.

“Oh yeah, yeah, I'm good! I'm Just Uh…checking the time..” Vincent gave a forced chuckle, trying to discreetly wipe his cheeks of the tear stains.

“You're crying.”

Louie walked over and took a seat next to his co-worker, crossing his legs. He looks down at his lap, occasionally looking at the hocotation next to him.

“What's wrong…?” He said, almost in a whisper, glancing over at the tablet.

Vincent let out a shaky sigh, gripping the fabric of his sweatpants anxiously.

“It's my mother…she's just…I just wish she had a little bit of hope in me, ya’ know? She's always so…so...judgmental in the way I live my life! Just once I would like for her to tell me she's proud of me! Just once!”

Vincent blurted out, choking back a sob as he felt his eyes get watery again.

Louie listened to the other, though his expression seemed neutral, his eyes were filled with empathy and concern for the other.

Vincent glanced up at Louie before hiding his face from him, embarrassed from his sudden outburst.

“I'm so sorry, I have no idea what came over me..” The burnett muttered sheepishly, running a hand through his bangs.

“Don't be.”

Louie gingerly placed a hand on top of Vincent's free one. He had no idea Vincent was going through this, on his own too nonetheless. Vincent was always there for Louie but was Louie ever there for him?

Louie felt a pang of guilt, he had to change that.

“M’ proud of you...”

Louie admitted, his hazel eyes meeting Vincent's brown ones. His voice is gentle and tender, wanting to make sure the other knows he means every word.

He felt his chest flutter as he continued.

“Think you're amazing, actually…nice, funny, talented..”

Their fingers subconsciously slowly start to intertwine, his eyes linger on Vincent's, watching how the light from the bedroom sparkles in the Hocotations deep brown eyes. Louie never noticed how pretty his eyes were until now, almost looking like chocolate.

“Sometimes get jealous..”

A small smirk flickers on Louie's lips at the last sentence

A quiet gasp leaves Vincent's lips. This all felt so surreal. Everything the blonde said felt so genuine, so sincere. His cheeks flushed a light shade of red at the admission.

“Louie..,”

Vincent whispered in disbelief, his switching between Louie’s and their interlaced fingers.

He was in so much disbelief, he didn't realize his heart was racing when he leaned closer to the blonde, fluttering his eyes shut.

Louie cups Vincent's cheek gently as his lips meet Vincent's, closing his eyes as he pulls into a firm but gentle kiss.

Vincent kissed back, holding Louie's hand that was cupping his cheek. He takes the lead into the kiss as he realizes Louie is adorably inexperienced.

This felt so normal, so right. Vincent has always felt differently for Louie than any other typical friend. Whenever they would talk, it felt like Vincent knew him for years, he adored the way Louie would get excited over trying new recipes, eating new foods, or inviting the other to try out a dish he made, cherishing every moment with the other hocotation.

After what felt like eternity, the two young hocotation men break the kiss, both of Their faces bright red and wide-eyed.

“Wow.”

Louie spoke up, not sure what to say as he was still processing what just happened.

Vincent broke out in a laugh, holding onto Louie's shoulders while doing so. He wasn't laughing because it was funny, rather because of how happy he was…and maybe because Louie's response was pretty funny.

Louie slowly started to join Vincent in his laughing fit, softly chuckling at the absurdity of the situation.

It wasn't long until the laughter settled down, now back to the comfortable silence of the spaceship.

“I had no idea you felt that way..”

Vincent grinned shyly, lightly fixing his hair.

“Me neither..”

Louie replied, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“So…what does this make us?”

Vincent looked up at him with those same big brown eyes.

“What'd you wanna be..?”

Louie lightly squeezes Vincent's hand.

“Boyfriends…? If that's okay with you, I mean..”

Vincent responds, flickering his eyes from the metal floor to Louie anxiously.

Louie gives a small smile, then a nod.

“Like that..”

Vincent smiles back, his cheeks flushing red again.

“Me too..”

Vincent's mother is very ignorant.

[bakachoso]

shicho ⭑.ᐟ

[chosothirstacct]

in this storm

y/n and Choso

warnings: none besides the fact that it’s very fluffy

✨100 likes and I’ll do a part 2!✨

A loud crash of thunder reverberates throughout your body as you throw yourself down on the sofa after yet another long day at the office, the never ending responsibilities continue to drain you even after you’ve come home. Rushing home in the storm didn’t help your mood, either, but luckily you made it back in time before the worst of it. You check the time on your phone wondering how many more minutes until your best friend and roommate, Choso, would be home. “He should be on the train by now, but maybe it’s delayed. Hopefully he’s alright” you think to yourself when an impeccably timed message from him flashes on the screen saying he’s just got off the train and he’ll be home soon.

​You and Choso had been friends for as long as you could remember. You could never forget the day he came over with his family to introduce himself to you when they moved in next door. You remember being intrigued by the shy, dark haired boy clutching a stuffed Eevee. The two of you seemed to become best friends in no time at all. What started out as two kids with a love for Pokémon cards, Nintendo 64, and pillow forts blossomed into a friendship that stood the test of time. You had been through everything together- scraped knees, bad days, and broken hearts. The love shared between you was undeniable. For the longest time, you always thought of that love as platonic. Now, however, you felt something change. You could sense a change in him, too. You felt the difference in the way he held you when you were feeling down, and the way he brushed your bangs away from your face to see your smile more clearly after he successfully cheered you up. Maybe he felt the change, too.

No. That’s just wishful thinking.

​You both got jobs in the big city, so it was only natural for the two of you to room together. Not that you minded, though. After all, a life without Choso was one you couldn’t bear to imagine. He was just as much a part of you as you were of him, regardless of the type of love you had for one another. Be it platonic or romantic, you shared a connection that ran deeper than any you had experienced before.

​You heard the lock on the door turn and Choso’s footsteps pad down the hallway towards the living room. “Hey” he said softly as he sat down beside you. You noticed Choso’s hair was slightly damp from the rain. “Here let me get you a towel” you said as you stood up to take care of him like you always have. Before you could take your first step towards the linen closet, Choso grabbed your hand and gently pulled you back down on the sofa. “I’m fine, y/n. Don’t worry about me. Tell me about your day” he coaxed. How could you say no to him? You begin to talk about your day just as he requested. You talk about that one annoying coworker who won’t shut up, about the faulty copy machine your cheap boss refuses to get fixed, and about your overly demanding clients who think they own you and your time. Choso sighs and nods sympathetically, all while keeping your hand in his.

Eventually, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. You had always cherished these quiet times you spent together. So much was said without saying anything at all. It was in these silences which you felt most connected to him; the safest and most protected from the outside world. Like the pillow forts you built together when you were young, these silences created a shield from the pressures of the outside world. You often felt as though it were the only bubble of safety in which you didn’t feel the pressure to conform or pretend for anyone else, as Choso never placed that kind of pressure on you. You adored each other just the way you were. It was just you and Choso, nothing more or less, and that was always more than enough. The storm picked up, yet the two of you remained still in the safety of your silent home as you watched from the window, the only movement being Choso’s thumb that gently caressed your knuckles.

​A particularly loud bang sounded following a bright flash of lightening, startling you and causing you to flinch. You weren’t normally the type to be scared of storms, but this one caught you off guard. Choso wasted no time wrapping his arm around your shoulders and gently pulling you into him. You not only oblige by scooting closer to him, but you also take the opportunity to rest your head on his muscular chest. With that, he allows his arm to gently fall from your shoulders to around your waist, pulling you even closer. You, in turn, wrap your arms around his waist as he reaches for a nearby blanket and drapes it over the both of you.

The two of you continued to bask in the comfort of your shared silence as he traced gentle patterns on your waist with his long fingers. “Feels nice” you say more softly than you intend to, revealing just how relaxed and safe you felt there in his arms. “I just wish we could stay like this forever. Just us and nobody else” he says softly. You nod and give in to the weight of your eyelids threatening to fall closed from exhaustion. At that moment, you feel Choso rest his cheek on your head as he squeezes you tighter, causing you to blush lightly. Choso must have noticed the pink color that softly graced your cheeks because the next thing you felt was his lips gently pressing against your forehead. The kiss was soft and tentative, yet full of affection and, most of all, love. Your eyes snap open and you look up to meet his gaze. He was clearly flustered, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“I… um… sorry. I just wanted to…” you look at him and wait patiently for him to finish. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time” he admitted sheepishly. “You have?” you ask earnestly. Could this mean…?

No. It’s impossible. He probably just meant it as a friendly gesture. Your thoughts were racing but your eyes remained fixed on his as he continued, “I have to admit that I’ve had feeling for you for a while now. I’m sorry if that’s weird because I know that we’re best friends and roommates and all but…”

“Me, too” you blurt out, cutting him off mid-sentence. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, with even another second of pretending seeming torturous. You realized that all this time, you had wrongfully convinced yourself that Choso would never be anything more to you than just your platonic best friend. All the fears of having to idly stand by as he eventually falls for and marries someone else vanished in an instant. Choso’s eyes widen. Your admission seemed to leave him momentarily speechless.

He spoke up after what felt like an eternity of waiting. “Y/n, can I kiss you?” he asked. You nod as your eyes flicker to his lips and back up again. Choso gently cups your cheek and slowly moves to close the final gap between you. You had shared everything together. You shared a childhood, your earliest memories, your home, practically your entire lives, and now you’ve shared the only thing left- a kiss. It felt complete, as if it was meant to be. This moment was fated to happen all along and on this day, in this storm, you finally shared the last piece of yourself with him.

His lips moved tentatively against yours at first before he became more confident. His grip on you tightened as he brushed his tongue lightly along your bottom lip, silently pleading for permission to enter. You part your lips slightly as he deepens the kiss and pulls you fully into his lap. Feeling winded from all the excitement, you pull away ever so slightly to catch your breath to find Choso smiling up at you. He chuckled softly as he brushed a strand of hair from your face before planting a kiss on your cheek. His smile widened even further as he said, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” before leaning in to kiss you again.

[fanimplaytion]

Chapter 2 of Legal Business is out!

Evelyn has a dream and goes into work. Her assistant, a familiar face, tells her about a potential client that's willing to pay a lot to get an attorney's help.

((I am new to AO3 so idk how to share individual chapters with the "share" option))

Evelyn's assistant and intern sure looks familiar... She may be stoic and proud, but she values her employees and thinks this is a promising young fellow. As a matter of fact, he's her favorite intern she's had during the last 7 years!

Here's younger Evelyn and Dale on the date night mentioned in Chapter 2. This is the date he essentially tells her to dye her hair HIS hair color because as Doug said, "If you want a perfect life, you need a perfect wife." 🧡

[btrswtoriginals]

boop

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59979280

[lavanderowl]

So Great Decisions had a Q&A and I had to draw his answer.

go read it!

[dulcemanguito]

WE NEED MORE CHARACTER X MALE READER!!! 🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

As a genderfluid person, there are times when i wanna imagine to be in a gay relationship with my fav character, but whenever i search for character x reader i only find female or gn reader.

There is nothing wrong with gn reader, but... Sometimes It doens't really feel like gn, you know what i mean?

It doens't help the fact that some of them makes the reader AFAB, thing that is not wrong but feels unnecessary when you read what the scenario is about... OH! And those fucking fanfics that do not specified the gender of the reader, ugh i fucking hate them...

Im in my bed at 1:20 am, i found a malleus x reader really good, but halfway through the fanfic they throw a "SHE" at my fucking face, my mood ruined and now i can't stop seeing my imaginary male self with big tittys, funny but annoying.

Oh and don't get me started about female character x male reader, i know straight shit can be very boring, but im sure that theres people capable of making it actually good, if there is male character x female reader, why not the other way?

I doubt cishet men watch fanfics, only queer men would see these things (or maybe quirky cishet men, idk)

I just wish more people try to make character x male reader, i would make them myself, but im not actually good at writing (•̥́_•ૅू˳)

[strawbeaniie]

⛧ SELFSHIPTOBER 2024 Day 1 Confession

( > v <)b Excited for the chance to go all in with some of my selfships this month !! Under the cut, is the original fic I wrote a while back that inspired the image!

"I'll go out with you," the statement was a simple one, one that shouldn't have taken too much to register. As clear as a sunny day in the human realm.

Solomon can't quite wrap his head around it though. Maybe it was the laugh that accompanied Emeri's statement that made his train of thought fuzzier. Or the way it seemed like the half-demon before him was making the statement without batting an eyelash. Never in a million years would he ask Emeri out, not to say he wasn't interested.

He was interested.

Very interested.

He just figured... Emeri would never feel the same way. Yet here Emeri was, disproving everything with a single sentence.

“You look even more caught off guard than I do,” the half-demon noted with another giggle, a faint blush settling on his cheeks.

“Sorry, was my answer too bold?” Emeri asked, scratching the back of his neck. “Or….I completely misunderstood what you were saying and made myself look… really fucking stupid.”

“I… I didn’t think you’d accept?” Solomon blurted out hastily. He couldn’t have Emeri back down now. The opportunity might not ever arise again. Sure, this wasn’t the direction Solomon expected when asking Emeri to protect the human realm as partners… but he wasn’t going to let it slip his fingers now.

“I didn’t think I’d accept either,” Emeri admitted, cringing at the way the words sounded coming out of his mouth.

“Shit…! I just meant… I didn’t think you’d ask me out?” “I always imagined I’d be the one confessing to you. Granted…” Emeri furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. How would he have asked Solomon out? Someone with so much experience… He shook his head.

“The point is… I do really want to go out with you.” He confessed scratching his cheek lightly.

“Does this mean you might consider moving back to Purgatory Hall with me again?” Solomon teased a grin gracing his lips. “Or do you think Reina would kill me for stealing you away again?.” He questioned with a chuckle.

“Some people would consider that moving too quickly into a relationship,” Emeri countered playfully nudging the wizard's shoulder.

“Don’t be like that Emi,” Solomon said with a pout, “We’ve lived together in Purgatory Hall before...and the Human Realm. If I remember correctly you’re the one who approached me both times,” Solomon said, tapping Emeri’s nose causing the shorter of the two to snort.

“You would use that against me?” Emeri exaggerated putting his hand on his chest. “Y...You’re important to me just in case that wasn’t clear.”

“You did just accept me asking you out,” Solomon responded, “I think you might be a little bit into me but the clarification helps.”

Emeri stuck his tongue out in response, earning another snort from Solomon. “Here, I’ll make it up to you,” The sorcerer guaranteed, stretching his arms out.

Tilting his head in confusion, Emeri reached for Solomon’s hands. Taking the sorcerer's hands carefully into his own, Emeri gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Emeri..” The sorcerer said trying to hold back his laughter.

“Yeah, Sol?” Emeri questioned with a tilt of his head.

“I was trying to hug you, silly,” Solomon explained, watching Emeri’s expression change. From the realization subtly hitting, to the way his eyes widened and how red Emeri’s face got. Only to try to hide his expression behind his hands.

“Oh my god I flopped our post confession,” Emeri groaned, muffled from his hands.

“That’s the nature of boyfriends I think,” Solomon offered simply.

“Holy shit we’re boyfriends,” Emeri declared in awe, removing his hands from his face. “We’re dating. You like me!”

“Yeah, you like me back. You accepted my feelings. We are in fact boyfriends,” Solomon said fondly.

[hiscloakmydaggers]

Forever, He Is Foolish

"Deacon and his husband, Nic, went on a mission to rescue some refugees. What seemed like unnecessary anxiety fueled the usually stern, confident Nic. The spy teased him silently in his mind all the time, especially then, but never now. All he has left from that mission is regret.

A memory had never felt so heavy in his skull. It was a weight that pulled even his feet down. How could you tease a loved one based on a letter so sweet you never deserved it?"

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first time i post a fanfic of them, wow!!

i have to spoil the big thing, sorry, nic dies. deacon goes through a horrible grieving process. i like to think dark times get him like that. its very sad, very dark, and im pretty proud. give it a read if ud like, its appreciated!!