#(ooc: join us it’s really funny in here)

[salthusiast]

Who you truly are

Viltrumite Mark x Female Reader

Summary: When the Invincible variants arrived on Earth, you never expected to get involved. It’s not like you knew Invincible personally. What you didn’t know was that you’d ended up housing one of these variants, and you didn’t know for weeks. Basically Viltrumite Mark pretends to be the Mark you know.

Word Count: 5.1k

Next parts: 2 , 3

Warnings: None! Maybe some violence, but if you watched the show, it’s basically nothing. Maybe slight ooc? In my defense this guy is pretending to be another person though.

Quick A/N: Hey, this is actually my first post on Tumblr so sorry if the formatting is weird or anything. Let me know if you guys want a part 2 :D

Life was so much simpler when you didn’t know. Who knew that in a singular month, your life would change so much? You could lie and say that you expected it to happen, but again that'd be a lie. Hell, even now you can barely believe the course of events that went down.

Sometimes you think about how many others got hurt during the war and its aftermath. You were so oblivious. You think about how he spared you like he did.

--------------------------

“Mark! Eve!” You call out, waving your hand to your friends across the hallway. Mark stops in his tracks, along with Eve.

Mark is more of your friend than Eve is, but you get along with her well. You walk purposefully to Mark, feeling like he may disappear if you take too long to get to him. It seems like he disappears all the time now.

“I haven’t seen you recently. Where have you been?” You approach him smiling.

Mark shares an indecipherable look with Eve, and chuckles awkwardly, “Around… You know, I’ve been busy with… stuff.” He says gesturing to his backpack. You raise an eyebrow seeing his backpack filled with books. 

“Studying? You? My, we really haven’t talked in a while. The last time we all hung out, you bailed halfway through.” You smile teasingly, not truly mad, but more concerned than anything.

He grimaces, “I know, I know. I’m sorry. It’s just been so hectic lately.” He looks over at Eve once again, she seems to empathize with whatever Mark is going through. You can’t help but feel… insignificant.

Mark was once one of your closest friends. What happened for them to grow so close? You can’t even bring yourself to be mad, Eve seems to understand him way more than you ever could.

Perhaps at one point, you would have felt different about that truth, but Mark as your friend is more important.

“Woah!” You chuckle, “It’s okay, really. I just want to make sure you aren’t, ya know, dead.” You smile, jokingly gesturing to your neck as if it was slit. He smiles and shakes his head, “Nope! Still kicking. I’ll be around for a while.” He glances at Eve, who seems to find what he said extra funny.

You laugh, “Yeah huh... Hey, I was wondering if you’d wanna hang out with us sometime soon. You, William, me, maybe one of my friends? Serena perhaps?” You raise a finger for each person you talk about. “Eve is free to join us too of course.” You smile at her, which she returns in good nature. 

Mark nods, “Yeah, I’ll make time for it. It’s been a minute since we’ve all hung out. Eve, would you wanna join?” Mark asks, turning to Eve.

“Sure. It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out as a group. I look forward to it.” She smiles at you. “I should be busy for a bit, but I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

You smile, “Great! That works for me!” You start to walk off before you stop abruptly and turn around. “You know we’re always here right?” You look at Mark and glance at Eve. He smiles back, but it looks more like a grimace. 

”Of course.” Suddenly he stands up straight. “Oh shoot I gotta go.” He announces before looking at Eve silently expressing… something? 

“No worries, see you guys…” They’re already speeding off to who knows where. They certainly have a mission in mind. They weren’t that rushed five minutes ago. Could whatever Mark forgot be that important?

(You didn’t know it at the time, but the reason he left was actually important. You later found out the reason on TV, even if you weren't aware it was him under the suit.)

“Hey, did you see what happened on the news?” Your friend, Serena, asks you later that day back in your apartment. She would often come over after classes to hang out.

You raise an eyebrow shaking your head, “No? Why? Anything interesting?” You sit down on the couch, leaning your head on the back as you respond.

“Somebody was trying to get Invincible’s attention earlier. He was talking for ages. Was claiming that he was the one who killed all those people in Chicago. I don’t know, he definitely has some issues he needs to sort out.” She waves a hand dismissively. 

That catches your attention, “Really that happened today? How’d I miss that? Wait, he was mad that Invincible ‘killed those people,’ but he is trying to kill people to get his attention?” You ask, doing air quotes as you say “killed those people.” 

“I’m not sure, it mainly just seemed like he wanted Invincible. I don’t know, I stopped questioning these villains a while ago. I only know the bare details.” She sighs.

You nod in agreement, “Fair enough.” You search for the remote and find it between the couch before turning on the TV. Perhaps this story is on the news?  

“ . . . just in! The newest villain, going by the name “Powerplex” has been arrested. Invincible was there to stop him this time, but that did not come without a cost. There were two casualties during this specific attack by him, not even counting his other attacks during this week. The casualties of this attack were his wife and child, who were electrocuted to death. It appears he took them hostage to get Invincible’s attention. You will all be happy to know that he has been arrested. . .” 

“That’s awful.” You frown. “Can’t believe he brought his wife and kids into it. That’s such a cruel thing to do… You think she knew what she was getting into with him?” You ask, turning toward Serena. 

“I mean maybe he was just a good actor? Perhaps he was able to blend in for a while?” Your friend throws out suggestions. “She could’ve also known though. Not that it’s my business. We’ll never know, and I don’t think I want to know.” She sighs before standing up.

“It’s horrific in either scenario. Imagine living with somebody for that long and not truly knowing who they are.” Serena chuckles, but there is no humor. You both stare at the TV screen, watching as the reporter drones on about the details.

“I think I’m going to head back home.” Serena stands up, grabbing her keys and swinging them in her hand. You nod, “Okay, drive home safe… Don’t get electrocuted.” You give her a thumbs up and smile. Is it wrong to joke about events like this? Probably, but if you don’t laugh you cry so…

She gives you an unamused expression “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She rolls her eyes good-naturedly,  “I’ll see you later.” You wave as she walks out, turning your attention back to the TV. 

You have no connection to Invincible or any of that “superhero” life. The idea of superheroes excites you, but after seeing what occurred in Chicago, you can’t help but feel like it’s not all it’s made out to be.

It’s not like you’d be able to help. You’d end up as a casualty, another body to clean off the field. The thought makes you shiver.

Every time you see a story like this you wonder if there is a universe where it was you that died. It’s easy to just brush these events off like nothing when you aren’t living them.

That was how most people do it nowadays. Doesn’t affect you? Not your problem. It was a frustrating way to live. You didn’t like to think about how people are dying every day due to these villains.

However, you can’t not think about them. Hearing about this whole situation with, what’s his name, Powerplex? It creates this feeling of dread, a feeling you’re unable to ease. Who is to say that you aren’t going to be the next casualty mentioned on the news?

It truly was easy for the whole world to live in that ignorance. It was easier for you to live in ignorance, then they appeared.

--------------------------

DAY ONE

Honestly, the first day wasn’t that eventful for you. It wasn’t until the late evening you even heard about it.

You didn’t live in an area that was immediately affected by the attacks, so it wasn’t as if your apartment suddenly came crashing down on you. Instead, you got a call from Serena. You raise an eyebrow before picking up the phone. 

“Uh hey?” You wonder why she called you, it wasn’t like you got calls often.

”Oh my God, you’re okay.” She breathes out in relief, and now you know something is up. “Please tell me you’ve seen the news.” Her voice is filled with worry.

You stop moving, “No… You know I don’t check the news that often.” You respond. Admittedly, that's on you. You probably should keep up with the news more often.  

She sighs, “Turn it on. There’s like over a dozen Invincibles out destroying major world cities.” You feel your heart drop before immediately moving to your TV and turning it on. You switch to the news.

No words are being spoken, they don’t have to. The screams of panic strike fear into your heart.

The camera shows a gigantic building in Chicago crumbling down. The cameraman focuses their lens on the figure floating above it all. Whoever it is, they’re wearing a white uniform.

The camera isn’t advanced enough to zoom in on their face, but you don’t find yourself doubting Serena’s information. Suddenly a white blur knocks the camera away, and it fades into static. You watch in horror. 

“Oh shit…” You whisper to yourself, forgetting that you are still on the phone. 

“It’s being recommended that we don’t exit our homes. We just pretend like nobody is home.” Serena’s words barely register, but you nod, forgetting that she can’t see your visual response.

“Okay… So we just sit here until they leave?” You ask, feeling stupid for asking the question. What else could you do? Fight them? You’d sooner kill a bear with your bare hands than somehow survive facing off one of them. 

The silence between you two is loud, “Not like we have any other choice.”

--------------------------

DAY TWO

By this point, you had been living in relative darkness for a little over a day. Serena sent you a link to an article advising citizens what to do: keep the lights off, and stay away from windows. You don’t want them to know you’re there. You had occasionally gone to get some food and drinks from the kitchen, but besides that, you were pretty much locked in your room.

The small peeks you took of the outside world showed promise. Realistically, the chances of one of the variants coming to your suburban neighborhood to wreak havoc aren’t high.

You close the curtains and look away from the window. To be fair, they also aren’t zero.

After being bored and doing nothing for over a day, you were instantly aware when something changed in your environment. You felt your heart stop for a moment. It sounded like somebody entered your apartment. 

You remain frozen as you try and listen for any more signs of life outside your room. Eventually, you hear something. A voice calling your name, whoever it is sounds familiar. However, that doesn’t mean you’ll come running out. You don’t respond immediately, sitting there in silence and fear, slowly inching towards the closet to hide.

On the way, you pass by your door, which was slightly cracked open. The intruder could walk in whenever they wanted. It wasn’t the most brilliant move you’ve made, but it wasn’t like you were expecting guests okay?

Your eyes widen as you take in who it is. “Mark?” You push the door open hesitantly. His attention immediately snaps to you. “What are you doing here?” You ask, exhaling slowly and calming your pounding heartbeat. 

He stares at you stoically, before walking over to you, his steps are unhurried. Suddenly you realize that he left the door open behind him. You feel your heart rate spike up again. 

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!?” You whisper yell as you push past him to the door. You accidentally bump your shoulder onto his while walking by, causing him to halt and falter in surprise.

”How did you get in? I thought you said you lost that emergency key I gave you.” You lock the door and turn to him again. He observes you silently.

“I found it.” He responds, tone even. 

“Well yes, I kinda assumed that.” You respond dryly before feeling the anger leave your body.

“Hey…” You place your hand on his shoulder and he stiffens. “Are you okay? Did one of those variants attack you or your mom?” He finally looks you in the eye for the first time since he unexpectedly entered. His stare is piercing, it feels like he’s looking at your entire soul. 

He pauses for a moment before answering, “They came through and destroyed my house.” His voice sounds detached like he’s somewhere else right now.

You feel your eyes widen and your heart drops, “Oh my God, is your mom okay?!” You guide Mark back to your room, he seems to follow with no resistance. You sit on the floor, but he remains standing.

“She’s fine. She wasn’t there.” He responds, and you breathe a sigh of relief. 

“That’s good… I mean not good that your house was destroyed, but good that she got out of there. I mean have you seen the damage that these Invincibles have done?” Mark looks at you like he’s expecting something, and you feel slightly unnerved. Maybe he’s in shock? You can’t exactly blame him. You do feel kinda awkward though. How exactly do you comfort somebody who just had their home destroyed and almost had their mom killed?

“I was watching the news when it started, there was this one I saw. I think it was Chicago he hit?” Mark freezes slightly, his eyes narrowing in on you, but you don’t notice.

“It was crazy… He didn’t look like Invincible at all. However, judging by how many of the other attackers look like Invincible, I want to say that this one was probably some weird Invincible variant in white.” Mark gives you a weird look.

“What’s wrong? Still worried? Don’t worry we should be safe here. I don’t see why an Invincible variant would attack me. I don’t even know who is under that mask. We’ll be safe here if you wanna stay until it’s over.” You feel like you’re talking too much at this point, so you stop before you embarrass yourself more than you already have. 

“So I can stay.” Mark eventually speaks, getting your attention. The phrase is less of a question, and more of a statement, like he needs you to reaffirm what you already said.

You nod, “Of course, stay as long as you need.” You smile at him. Mark stares down at you before nodding and sitting right next to you on the floor. 

You raise an eyebrow, “You know you can sit on my bed right? You don’t have to sit on the floor.” He looks at you and slowly nods. 

“Right…” He sounds hesitant, but eventually stands up walking over to your bed. He sits down on it and looks back at you. He stares at you expectantly. You feel scrutinized under his gaze.

"Uh, is there something on my face?" You ask. He continues to stare at you before he looks away.

"You look different." Well okay then. Is that an insult or compliment?

“Uhh, I don’t exactly look much different than the last time I saw you. Maybe it’s the lack of sunlight.” You joke. He looks at you like you’re stupid. “Hey don’t give me that. Come on wanna play a game or something? I’ve been bored out of my mind here.”  You stand up stretching.

“A game…” He repeats dryly. “What ‘game’ would you wanna play?” He asks.

You hold your hand out giving him the “wait” gesture. He watches as you search around your room before finally finding what you're looking for. “Here we go!” You show him your deck of Uno cards. 

“Uno?” Mark responds confused. “You want to play this... ‘Uno?’” He gestures to the cards. You raise an eyebrow looking back at the cards.

”Yes…? Something wrong with that? I only have the original one if that’s what you’re upset about. Couldn’t find the Seance Dog version, I must've lost it.” You sit next to him starting to shuffle the cards.

”That’s not the problem…” Mark starts to sound unsure looking at the deck of cards. ”Do you perhaps have its original packaging?” He asks. 

You blink in confusion, “No, why?” You start giving him his cards.

”I just need to see its instructions.” He looks at the cards blankly.

You sigh, “No, stacking plus twos and plus fours is not in the rules. Yes, we will play with it anyway.”

You give yourself your cards before setting the giant stack down and flipping over the first card, it’s a green four. “I’ll go first.” You place a green seven down.

Mark stares at the cards, before looking up at you. He stares at his cards for half a minute. “You gonna play a card or are we just gonna sit here?” You joke. 

“Just…” He sounds frustrated, “Just give me a moment…” He looks at the cards. 

After another period of silence, you eventually break it, “Dude just place down a seven or green, please. Whatever strategy you’re thinking of, it clearly isn’t working.” You chuckle.

He looks at his cards before slowly placing a green five down. “Right… I was just planning something.” 

You immediately slam down a blue five. “Yeah sure, try all you want. You aren’t gonna win this time.”

He looks at you with the most serious look you’ve ever seen on his face, “I wouldn’t count on that.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“HOW?! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” You point at the stack of cards in the middle, telling you to take 14 cards. 

“The rules are the rules. Take the cards.” Mark points to the deck of cards, his lips upturned slightly. 

You glare at him before smiling. That was the first time he’s "smiled" today. He’d been off all day, and if losing a game of Uno was what it took to cheer him up, it was a price to pay.

You both play a few more rounds before you get tired of losing. “Okay, you never win this much. Are you cheating?” You jokingly ask.

He scoffs, “Cheating? I don’t need to cheat to win.” He taunts holding his singular card in plain view. The words "UNO" in the back taunt you for the seventh time. The trace of a smile is gone from his face, but you can see the mirth in his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while you can.” You sigh placing down your only play. You look up at him, and he stares at you for a long moment.

“You know dramatically holding out your move doesn’t make you mysterious. Just draw more cards, I know you don’t have a yellow or two.” You roll your eyes. 

He looks at his card and sighs in the most contrived manner possible, a stark contrast to the serious demeanor he had when entering the apartment. “You’re right. I don’t have either…” He places his last card down, a wild.

You look at him blankly, he returns the stare with a smugness he didn’t previously have. You place your cards down before walking out into the kitchen, Mark follows you. “What are you doing?” He asks, the smug tone gone. 

“I'm gonna sacrifice myself to those variants running around, that fate might be better than having a seven-time losing streak.” You respond sarcastically.

“You know what,” You point out to the window, “at least I would beat them in Uno.” You say referring to the Invincibles out destroying the world.

Mark looks at you, then at the window, then back at you, “I doubt that.” 

You lean back on the counter dramatically, feigning offense, “Oh how you wound me! I think I could beat their asses in Uno! I bet at least one of them doesn’t even know how to play it!” 

“I’m sure.” He replies, there seems to be amusement in his voice, but you can’t imagine why. 

“Hey, I beat you in Uno all the time. Consider this your lucky day.” You grab a bag of chips. “I was going easy on you today.” You say before you begin grabbing chips out of the bag. “Want some?”

Mark looks at the bag, his face turning to a grimace, “I’ll… pass.” You shrug and continue snacking before putting the bag away.

”Suit yourself. Feel free to eat whatever I have, just don’t eat it all.” You gesture toward your pantry, his gaze following the direction you point. 

You start to walk away, “Where are you going?” He asks as you pause.

”Pillows? Blankets? I need to grab some extra for myself. You can take my bed.” You look into one of your cabinets, grabbing an extra couple of pillows and a blanket. 

“Is it not your bed though?” Mark asks, frowning.

”Well, yeah, but you’re my friend and my guest.” You smile walking towards your room, and he follows behind you. “I mean with everything you’ve been through recently, I’d feel bad if I forced you to the floor.” Mark remains silent.

You start to create a pile of blankets on the floor, rearranging the pillows how you like them. Mark watches silently. 

“Hey, could you turn my TV on? Make sure it’s muted. As long as the lights aren’t flashing too bright on it I think we’ll be okay.” You ask Mark, he gives a hum of acknowledgment before heading back to the living room.

You finish setting up the makeshift bed before joining him. You look around making sure all the windows are closed and secure before joining him. 

“Oh my God…” You whisper as you watch different clips play out on the TV. These Invincible are destroying cities. You can only stare in shock, you watch as buildings topple over, skyscrapers crumble to the ground, citizens get buried under rubble, and nearby life burns.

What you saw that Invincible in Chicago do was a fraction of the damage.

Mark doesn’t say anything, and the initial glance you took towards him when you walked in reflects that indecipherable look once again. Who knows what he’s thinking? These monsters almost killed his family.

You look over to him to see if he’s watching, his gaze looks detached and uninterested. You turn back toward the TV. “I’m sorry…” You mutter, feeling his eyes turn toward the back of your head.

“For what?” He asks, and he sounds genuinely confused. “You didn’t do it.”

You look back at him, his eyes reflecting disbelief at an apology. “No, but I’m sorry it happened to you.” You look at the screen, showing the burning buildings. It feels like you can hear their screams despite the muted volume. 

He looks at you, not that you can see, as if you're a puzzle. “Why apologize for something you didn’t do? Seems pointless.” He asks.

You look at him, your eyes meeting again, “Sympathy, perhaps.”

--------------------------

DAY THREE

You open your eyes to the blinding light of your window. You blink the sleepiness away before processing that your window is OPEN.

You stand up quickly, tripping over your pillow before you reach to close the window and curtains. You look at your empty bed, perfectly made. 

”Mark?” You call out. You open your door to see him in the kitchen with a mug in hand, windows all open, and lights bright as day.

You gape for a minute before walking over and closing all of them. Once you close them, you turn off the lights, you can still see, but you will admit you kind of missed lighting like that. “What are you doing?!”

Mark looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

You gesture wildly to the house around you, “Uhh I don’t wanna burst your bubble, but we are not Invincible. What are you gonna do if one of those variants attacks us? The attack on your house proves that nobody is safe.”

Mark looks at you uninterested, “Nobody will attack this place.”

”You can’t guarantee that, Mark.” You respond exasperated. “If you could, you wouldn’t be here right now.” You frown as Mark stares at you stoically.

“Look, I’m sorry. I really don’t want to take this out on you, but it’s scary out there. I don’t want to be this paranoid, trust me, but I can never be too sure what will happen.” You sigh looking at him.

“Hell I mean, one of those Invincibles could kick that door down, and we’d be toast. I mean how many even are there?” You ramble.

“Sixteen total.” 

“Sixteen?! Damn.” You exhale in disbelief. “That’s sixteen different Invincibles who could essentially destroy the world. Wait, how’d you even know there are sixteen?” You ask.

Mark gestures lazily toward the TV. “Righttttt, that was a dumb question.” You sigh. Suddenly you pause that train of thought, “Wait, what happened to Eve?”

Mark takes a slow sip of his coffee, “Not sure.”

You frown in concern, “Have you had contact with anybody since they invaded?”

”Just you.” He takes another sip.

”Damn, that’s sad… Do we want to try and contact her?” You ask hesitantly. It doesn’t seem like he wants to talk about Eve.

He shrugs, “Lost my phone.”

You frown, “Oh… Do you wanna. . .” You look up at him, his eyes dead set on you. “You know what, never mind.” You make a mental note to check if you have Eve’s number later, and maybe ask what his whole attitude is about.

“Anyway, were you up long before I got up?” You ask, changing the subject. 

He shakes his head, “No.” He responds. 

“Okay good, I was worried I had slept in or something.” You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pull it out and see that Serena sent you a new link, you’re so grateful that she keeps up with news better than you can.

”Hey it seems like the variants disappeared from the cities.” You casually mention, Mark looks up, suddenly interested. 

“Where did they go?” He asks. You shrug in response, reading the rest of the article. He walks over to try and read over your shoulder.

“It seems like they all left at roughly the same time, perhaps something called them. Maybe they have a ‘Boss Invincible’ or something.” You joke.

Mark chuckles humorlessly, “You think?”

“You don’t think that?” You retort, smiling.

“No, I mean you’re probably right.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “It just sounds strange.” He continues.

You nod understanding, “Yeah, but I mean what else could bring them together? They have to have a leader of some kind. This attack seems too coordinated to just be unplanned.” 

Mark sips his coffee loudly, “I guess.” It sounds like he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. 

You feel your phone vibrate again. You check it and see a text from William. “Hey, William texted me! You’ll be glad to hear that he is okay.” You hear Mark hum in acknowledgment before opening the message. 

It’s safe. They’re gone for good.

You look at the text message surprised. You have multiple questions.

 

How do you know?

Just trust me on this, I know some people who work with the government. The Invincibles are gone. 

Mark notices your silence, “What is it?” He asks.

You turn towards him, “They’re gone gone. The Invincibles apparently vanished, completely. They didn’t just stop attacking the cities or get called away, they aren’t here anymore. They’re gone for good. ” This catches his attention. 

“Are you serious?” He asks. His eyebrows furrow, is he mad?

”...Yeah.” You pause before confirming. “Are you okay?” You walk up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He immediately tenses up.

“Hey, they’re gone. They can’t do any more damage. Everything will be okay.” You try to reassure him.

He looks down before relaxing. “They’re gone.” He repeats, you nod. “All of them?” He asks quietly, you nod. 

“All of them.”

--------------------------

“What do you mean they’re not all accounted for?” Cecil yells out walking down the hallway as one of the assistants follows closely.

“You mean to tell me that there is still one of those Marks out there?”

The assistant nods frantically, “We accounted for every single one that died, and the ones that were sent to that alternate dimension. There is still one here, and he’s not our Mark.”

Cecil stops walking, “Does Mark know?” He asks.

The assistant shakes their head, “No… We weren’t sure if we should tell him. I thought it was best to tell you first.”

Cecil nods in approval, “I’m glad you did… Do you know where he was last seen?”

“It was the Invincible that destroyed Chicago, he left after decimating that city. We aren’t entirely sure where he went. He could be on the other side of the globe, but we do know he hasn’t left the atmosphere.” The assistant replies.

"Good, we need to see if there’s a way to locate him. For all we know, he’s already aware that his counterparts have been banished. I can’t imagine he’d serve himself up on a silver platter for us to eliminate." Cecil starts walking towards Eve’s room, there’s a large chance Mark is still there. 

“He can’t hide for long, sir. We’ll find him.” The assistant follows closely behind him.

"Like you already said, he could be halfway across the globe. We can’t leave a threat like that lying around ready to strike whenever. We need whatever leverage we can get right now. If we make it public information that he’s wanted, he might just leave the planet."

"I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly feel safe knowing an evil version of Invincible is out there somewhere in the universe. We were unprepared for this attack, next time we’ll be ready." Cecil walks down the hall watching through the windows as more ReAnimen are being created. He continues to walk past them.

“There’s only one of him. We’ll bide our time. Keep me updated on any status updates on him. If you hear anything that sounds like Viltrumite sightings, I need to know as soon as possible. I will spare no expense, understand?”

”Yes, sir.”

[giggle-gaf-rescue]

It’s never too late to start! I have a coworker that got into clown husbandry at 50!

really gotta get into the tumblr clown scene as a decade long clown lover. perhaps even consider clown husbandry.

[blue-jisungs]

wounds

author's note. let’s gaur another zoro piece ☝️

++ i stated it before, i’ll say it again: i never watched the og opla! i think there was a medic? but yns is a medic here so i just hope like,, it makes sense? also if some characters are ooc, i’m sorry!! i’m still slowly learning about them hehe

summary. zoro realised his feelings for you through unfortunate events, whereas you come to a conclusion that his actions speak louder than words

word count. 3k-ish

warnings. oh boy. violence, swearing, blood, a guy throws a weird comment or two at reader, reader gets called bitch :( , m*n, medical stuff but nothing too crazy since i’m not a professional, daggers (stabbing), yn being kinda an idiot for trusting strangers, brief mention of drugs ++ pls lmk if i missed anything 🙏

zoro stole a glance at you, the soft rocking of the ship causing some bottles with strangely-looking fluids to move around your desk. luffy grinned and patted you on your back, causing a small smile to bloom on your lips.

“so, we’re arriving in a moment. let’s get the meds we need and have some free time! How does that sound?” he asked with enthusiasm.

“and i’ll buy some fresh ingredients. i would lose my mind if i had to work with almost-rotten vegetables for even a day longer…” sanji grunted, causing zoro to roll his eyes “is our medic craving something special?”

“hmm, maybe… what about a sweet pudding? i haven’t eaten one in a while” you hummed. luffy’s eyes shone with excitement. sanji winked, drawing a disgusted face from the green-haired man.

“your wish is my command. and you, mosshead, should respect this lady more. she’s really saving our asses” the blond haired man commented.

the truth was, it was mostly sanji or usopp who you were saving. while zoro made it safe and sound out of his fights, so did luffy and nami. usopp, well, he was more on the clumsy side, while sanji occasionally had some wounds when he accidentally cut or burned himself while cooking. after almost losing zoro, the crew knew that a medic would be a useful addition to the crew… and just one day luffy found you on your island, working as a volunteer in a local health care centre. and persuaded you into joining them. (a certain tall, green-haired man also had an influence on your choice).

“we arrived!” usopp suddenly bursted into the room. you grabbed your bag and looked around the room.

“does anyone want to go with me?” you asked.

“to buy meds and smell herbs? i’d rather take a nap” zoro mumbled and lazily left the room, secretly hoping sanji would turn down your offer too.

“i’ll go with sanji! maybe they’ll have some local food to offer…” luffy hummed. you nodded and then all three of you left going merry.

usopp left later, causing nami and zoro to be the only ones left.

as you strolled around the cozy city, you took in the sight of people and the sound of the rustle. living on a ship can get quite lonely sometimes, so you enjoyed the chaos of the town. even though zoro kept you company most of the time. he’d just… come into your room and watch you brew tea for sanji or study your medical books. you both enjoyed such closeness, even if not a word was said. sure, you had conversations too - and you were surprised to realise how funny zoro is. you couldn’t lie, you were aware that you have a crush on him. zoro though, seemed uninterested. like now, just saying that he’ll pass. his answer made you a little disappointed - besides buying new meds, you were hoping for some time alone with zoro.

“well, he’s the one missing out” you mumbled t6o yourself and shook your head as if to get the swordsman off your mind.

suddenly, you smelled a delicious aroma of fresh bread. walking closer to one of the shops, you realised it’s a bakery. maybe you’ll grab a snack and ask if there’s any herbalists around…? sounds like an idea.

when you disappeared inside the local, someone smiled mischievously and backed away to return to his boss.

“... herbs?” the man repeated, thinking out loud. he didn’t look like a regular bakery employee but you ignored that. he was selling delicious chocolate buns! “down the road. there’s a pharmacy but we do have a local herb seller, he wanders in the woods often. after i’m done with my shift, i can lead you to him”

“oh, that would be great! i’ll go to the pharmacy then and be back!” you hummed, smiling. what a nice guy!

you spent way more time in the pharmacy than you intended to: the lady working there was really lovely and professional, the products she was selling were top quality. you chatted about meds and certain ingredients, shared recipes. and when you mentioned that you use some herbs to make teas, she seemed intrigued so you explained to her the purpose.

in the end, you left with two more bags than you planned to. while returning to the bakery, the sun started to set; sky was painted in deep oranges with purple strokes, announcing the farewell of the bright day.

“sorry i was late…” you started and saw the guy get up immediately. he had a slight frown on his face.

“no worries. let’s go” he mumbled and grabbed your wrist, urging you to leave. you stiffened and your jaw clenched but you followed him, too curious about the herbs to let an alarm ring in your head.

“why does he wander in the woods?” you asked quietly, observing how people closed their stalls and shops in hurry before it gets completely dark.

“dunno. he’s just a weirdo. probably there’s a lot of wild plants there” he huffed. nodding to yourself, you gulped. good thing he’s accompanying you, it wouldn’t be too safe to walk around the woods alone, at night.

after what felt like hours, you realised you left the city far behind. the sky was decorated with blinking stars, open navy sky embracing you.

“i… is it far away?” you mumbled, stopping in your tracks. he turned around, the darkness surrounding you didn’t allow to read his facial expression.

“five more minutes, i promise” he said… his voice more calm now.

“o-okay. i need to go soon, so we better be quick” a quiet murmur left your mouth. you started to regret not urging zoro to go with you.

the man was right; you soon enough found yourself in the middle of woods.

“so… um, where’s the guy?” you asked, looking around. your hands started to hurt from the bags you had to carry. besides, there was a rumbling in your stomach.

“he’ll show up in a second, trust me. so, what did you buy in the pharmacy?” he asked.

luffy entered the ship, humming something underneath his breath, with sanji carrying a bag. usopp looked at them curious.

“so, what didya buy?” he asked, almost jumping out of his seat “what are we having for dinner?”

“something fancy, for sure. i still need to think about it. we’re having a pudding for dessert though because y/n wanted it… speaking of which, is she in her room? i forgot to ask if she wanted a vanilla or a chocolate one”

“what?” zoro asked, stopping in his tracks, swords halting mid-air. the guys looked at each other.

“what ‘what?’? we thought she was back already” luffy blinked slowly and noticed nami approach.

“she didn’t, i thought she joined you” usopp stuttered and shifted his gaze to zoro “didn’t you leave at some point too?”

“yeah, to look around? but there was nothing interesting to do so i came back and took a nap…?” he mumbled.

“you did not just let y/n wander around here” nami said, fear in her voice.

“well, apparently, we did” luffy gasped “why?”

“this city is like, known for being totally not-women safe. especially after dark! that’s why i didn’t want to go there, luffy” she hissed “and why i didn’t leave the ship! god! y/n can’t even f–”

“she’ll be okay, she can fight–” usopp started.

“fight” nami finished.

“y/n can’t fight…?” zoro’s heart skipped a beat.

“there’s no time to explain. we should go look for her, idiots!” nami grunted. zoro, full of regret and worry, followed her. he wasn’t sure why he got so scared why nami said that but all he knew for now is that he had to find you.

you didn’t even realise when that happened. a group of muscular and tattooed men appeared from nowhere, not looking like herb enthusiasts at all.

“so this is the pretty lady, huh?” one of them stepped out. he was bald and definitely scary-looking “you have something we want… but before i take it, tell me. is this your first time here?”

you nodded weakly when he approached you.

“and it will be her last!” one of them snickered, drawing laughs from the rest.

“aren’t you a cute little thing, trusting strangers in a city you’ve never been to… ah” he laughed and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes “why did you buy poppy seeds?”

“t-to make medicine…” you stuttered. you noticed the one from bakery standing behind the bald one’s back.

“medicine! ha! you’re pretty funny! you know what we make here out of poppy seeds?” he hummed, leaning in way too close to your liking. you could smell his nasty breath, your hands going limp. you dropped the bags, its content spilling around your legs “drugs”

you gulped and tried to move back but he yanked you by your wrist. this action caused you to bump into his chest.

“so, we’ll take them. and the other goodies you bought, too. and then… we’ll take you!” he laughed.

shaking your head, you pushed him away and tried to run away.

you failed, a sharp yank of your shirt causing you to trip and fall on the ground.

“by take i mean two things” the bald man chuckled and kneeled down, looking for the poppy seeds amongst the scattered products.

you tried to crawl away when he did so, heart thumping against your ribcage. if only you could fight… you wouldn’t be so scared and-

“where do you think are you going?” he growled and pulled you back by your leg. your head hit the ground, a unpleasant tinnitus-alike sound overtaking your ears.

“leave me alone!” you yelled out. the man must have said or do something that caused two other guys to grab your hands and tie them.

“only after i’m done with you!” he grunted and suddenly you felt his weight over you, caging you between the ground. starting to squirm around and kick, you were yelling your throat out; tears starting to spill from your eyes. “shut up, bitch!”

then you felt it. a sudden, stinging pain spreading in the left side of your face.

he just hit you.

the impact was so strong that you immediately felt the blood trickle from your nose.

“i’d hate to kill you because after we’re done, we’d sell you… but if you keep squirming…” he grunted and leaned in. he put a hand on your hair and stroked it gently. he leaned to your ear and licked your earlobe before adding: “then i’ll have to slit your throat”

you hoped that the scream you just left out was hearable from afar.

“get off her right now or its your throat that’s going to be slit first”

you gasped, trying to look for the source of the voice: zoro. zoro is here. or are you dreaming?

“and who the fuck are you?” the bald man said and laughed, his hand landing on your neck “i’ll do whatever i want”

his fingers tightened the grip on your neck. he was either lucky or skilled enough to know which places to squeeze because you felt your flow of oxygen being cut off.

“says who?” zoro huffed and with one swift move yankled the man by his shirt and got him off you. taking a deep breathe in, your vision went blurry - it was either the tears or the result of sitting up too fast.

“you’re a real piece of shit to attack girls, huh” zoro grunted and after effortlessly defeating another one of the bald man’s minions. the swordsman wanted to destroy the others, let them suffer and die in pain. normally, he’d take his time.

but it was about you. which made it even worse – he wanted to kill them slowly, one by one… demolish to the ground because they hurt you. then again, he wanted to make it quick so he can check if you’re alright as fast as possible.

and just when only the boss was left, he heard your scream. one that was full of pure pain.

turning his head back, but not losing focus from the guy, he saw one of them stand above you. he must have slipped away when he was busy with the bald guy but…

then he saw it, shining in the moonlight.

the dagger’s blade shun with silver tints, stuck in your ribcage.

zoro didn’t hold back. it took one swift move to throw one of his swords right between the attacker’s eyes and one precise move to synchronise both of his hands, cutting the bald’s man body in half.

then he ran up to you, grabbing you in his arms gently. your face looked pale, whether it was the moonlight or just the color draining off your face.

“don’t take this out” you grunted, moving your hand to his arm “and… take the meds…”

“fuck the meds, you’re bleeding” for the first time in ages zoro felt helpless. and disappointment in himself. you tried to scoff, the action bringing more pain to your body than you predicted

“don’t… the meds are just as important” your voice went quieter and quieter; zoro noticed that you struggled to keep your eyes open. which was, he assumed, a bad sign.

“don’t pass out on me, okay? keep it together, doctor” the green haired man breathed out and in one swift move he carried you in a bridal style. someone from the crew was supposed to arrive here too, if he passes them by he’ll just say that they need to take the meds.

zoro felt your body going limp in his arms, his heart dropping. running for his (and your) life, careful enough not to hurt you, he felt the strange heavy sensation in his chest.

for the next two days, a sinking feeling of guilt in zoro’s stomach wouldn’t go away. you were unconscious, the atmosphere on the going merry was tense.

“we didn’t know she can’t fight. if we did, we’d obviously accompany her” sanji grunted, hands never stoping mixing whatever he was mixing.

“why y/n never told us?” luffy sighed, voice small. as a captain, he felt disappointed he wasn’t able to protect you. on the other hand, he was glad you’re here now. nami bit her lip and looked at zoro.

“she didn’t want to seem weak” the orange-haired girl explained “i promised her i’ll teach her some basic moves but… we never…”

usopp entered the room, he was just talking to your unconscious state. well, more like to himself but–

“the doctor said she’ll be okay, right?” he asked, sitting next to zoro.

they figured that if you got medication somehow, there must be someone who knows at least has basic medical knowledge. in no time usopp came back with a pharmacist that talked to you – the lady was really saddened by your wounds too.

she scolded them for letting you go on your own (as if zoro haven’t already made a mental promise to himself to never do that again) and then proceeded to take care of you, telling them to change the bandages and apply some meds.

zoro left the dining space and slowly padded to the captain’s room. they figured that i’d only be safer if you stayed in a more stable position (rather than a hammock) for the time being.

entering the room, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing you… sitting at the edge of the mattress, changing your own bandage. sweat was dripping down your forehead, face pale.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked calmly, stepping closer to you. your eyes widened, meeting his.

“hi” you breathed out, shaky fingers halting.

“hi” zoro replied softly and then suddenly placed his hands on your arms, gently pushing you to sit against the wall.

then he grabbed the old bandage and threw it away. he desinfected his hands with a special liquid and grabbed new bandage.

“how long have you been up?” he asked, looking at the wound. it still needed some healing but it wasn’t open and bleeding anymore.

“dunno, moments from usopp’s leave. how… how long i’ve been asleep though?” you asked wearily and pointed at a cream on the nightstand “apply this first, then the bandage”

“two days” zoro replied, grabbing the container with a herbal smell. he was trying to find a good way to word out his worries, but (as usual) they came out harsher than he intended “why didn’t you tell us you can’t fight?”

a heavy sigh left your mouth, which caused a glimpse of pain run through your face.

“i just didn’t want to be a burden” you mumbled. the man noted the slight difference of what you said and what nami said your reasoning was.

zoro’s calloused yet tender fingers applied the cooling substance on your wound. you hissed due to the sting, your hand flying to grab his free one.

“you’re not weak nor a burden” he said, letting you squeeze his hand; he didn’t mind and found it quite… warming “i will teach you”

you smiled. he didn’t offer, he didn’t insist. he stated that.

“thank you. and i’m sorry for scaring you all like that” a whisper left your lips, watching as zoro started to put the bandage now. you leaned a bit closer so he could wrap it around your back, causing your breath to hit his neck. zoro tried to stay focused, the sudden realisation of how close you were making him hyper-aware.

“you scared some of us to death” he answered suddenly “next time just… don’t be such an idiot. if it weren’t for me…”

“humble as always” you snickered and watched him finish bandaging you.

“i…” the green-haired man hesitated. for a moment your eyes met and you saw it in the mirror of his ebony irises: i’m sorry. i was worried. so fucking scared and angry, feeling guilty and terrified. he smiled gently “just don’t do this again, m’kay?”

“i’ll try. and… thank you for saving me” you returned his smile.

you stayed like that for a moment, your hand still on his. too afraid to move, to speak out – yet the silence was speaking volumes.

roronoa zoro cared for you.

he just didn’t know how to say it out loud yet.

but just like wounds, he needed some time. and you were - oh so - willing to give him it.

masterlist <3

[bluesidez]

Gym Rat Miguel Part 12

content warning: Miguel is very dramatic in this one, mentions of food

word count: 4k (SHOUTOUT TO MY BETA!! @slushycoookie 🩵)

Prev | Next ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ Masterlist

DISCLAIMER: This story is not canonical. 😒 Most, if not all, of the characters used are OOC. I literally can not stress this enough.

GymRat!Miguel who tries not to dwell on the fact that it’s been just about a month since he’s seen you. It’s the middle of the week and if he thinks about it too much, he’s going to go crazy.

It feels odd because you’re on the same campus as him. You’re not across the country. You’re not out of the country. You’re literally a short walk or drive away and neither of you have time to see each other.

He’s considering printing your pictures out and walking around with them like a forlorn lover looking for his lost soulmate. It feels like he’s back in his bedroom staring at your pictures for hours like a man at war aching for home.

He’s exhausted all of his options.

The couple-lunches have all been rain-checked, the weight of your workload trapping you in the Art building.

Your sleep schedule was terrible, if the late night TikToks and reels were anything to go by. He knew you had morning classes too so he could only assume you’ve had a few hours of sleep during the weeknights.

The weekends were for rest and he didn’t want to disrupt yours.

Your dorm tracked visitors which means he’d only have a few hours with you before curfew if you were even there.

GymRat!Miguel who misses you so bad he’s temporarily replaced his gym playlist for the one you gifted him.

His face is set hard, feet heavy as he sprints over a curved treadmill. After a few minutes he stops, takes a small break, and runs again.

Even the melodic and somber voice playing over a groovy piano couldn’t soothe his thoughts.

His heart rammed in his chest as sweat trickled down his face, his tank drenched and clinging to his chest.

Just a few more sprints to go.

GymRat!Miguel who slides the ear of his headphone off because Xina is standing in front of him, blocking his path.

“Anymore sprints and you’re going to pass out,” she hands him a towel.

“Maybe I want to,” Miguel grumbles, nabbing the towel and rubbing his face like someone spit on it.

Xina grabbed her ponytail and pinned it up, loose hair sticking to her neck. “Don’t say that. It’s not funny. I can only manage pulling your body to the entrance to the gym.”

Miguel snorted.

GymRat!Miguel who fills up the time that he used to spend with you to get to know his friends and meet others.

This meant having game nights with Peter and Ben. They were so close, not really, to convincing him to join their DND parties.

If he wasn’t with them, he was occasionally calling The Geek Squad and catching up. A Friendsgiving date was now tentatively on his calendar because of it.

Of course, his robotics team was still going steady. Aaron was interesting, if nothing else, and Margo was like the little sister he never had.

Then, there was checking up on Gabriel like a Tamagotchi. Was he eating ok? Did he need some money? Is he trapped in the subway? Did a rat eat him?

Gabriel had sent him a screenshot of his contact with his name being changed to “Mom #2.”

Miguel only scoffed and told Gabriel his name was going to get changed to “pain in my ass.”

The newest development, however, was Xina. Her transferring here felt like middle school when they used to be attached at the hip.

They had their programming class together two days out of the week, biweekly study sessions, and the occasional late night excursion.

It also explains why she’s eyeing him from the stairmaster while he heaves over the handles of the treadmill.

GymRat!Miguel who thanked Xina as she handed him his jug of water. He sat up from the bench to let her take a seat.

“So,” she started.

“I’m not helping you hack your professor’s dashboard. While you could do it, it’s not a good idea and quantum physics isn’t that-“

“It’s not that, you dick,” Xina pinched his side. “It’s you. What’s up with you?”

“Nothing is up with me.”

“Miguel.”

“Xina.”

“Now, you’re being a brat. Something is definitely wrong.”

Miguel picked at the peeling Game Over sticker on his bottle. He needed to tape it down or he’d lose it.

“I miss her.”

“Miss who? Your mom?”

“What? No. I miss my girlfriend.”

It was quiet between them, the sound of chatter and the clanking of equipment filled the white noise.

Xina tilted her head, “That bad?”

Miguel nods.

“When’s the last time you saw her?”

He takes a dramatic breath, “Our anniversary date. Last month. I feel…”

“Like you can’t function? Like it’s hard to think?”

“Is that pathetic?” Miguel winces. “I have a feeling you’re going to say that it is.”

“No, I don’t think that.”

Miguel pouts as he looks up. Xina shrugs and slides her hands on down her leggings.

“Remember the times I went boy crazy? All the times I came crying to you after they screwed me over, even when you already warned me they weren’t good guys? I think you deserve to be crazy about your girlfriend.”

“Thanks,” Miguel blinked. “You were way too nice to those first guys.”

“I learned though, didn’t I? I know a good guy when I see him, now,” Xina pushed at Miguel’s shoulders with hers.

“And now those self-defense lessons won’t go to waste, right?”

Xina snorted as she recalled the time she managed to flip Winston on his back at Miguel’s instruction.

GymRat!Miguel who watches Xina’s eyes grow in shock when he tells her how long he’s been dating you.

“Dang,” Xina stops in her tracks. “A year?”

Miguel puffs up his chest and stands a little straighter, a confident stride in his step, “One year and counting.”

“That’s,” Xina turns and waits for a car to go by. She readjusts her gym bag. “That’s awesome, Hare-Hare.”

GymRat!Miguel who feels the mood shift by the time he drops Xina back off. He’s not sure what’s brought it up, but now he’s nervous about upsetting her more.

He taps on the wheel, after he pulls into a park.

“You sure you don’t want me to get you anything? You don’t need to go anywhere?”

Xina unbuckles her seatbelt, “Nope. All good. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he watches her close the door before he can even finish. “See you.”

GymRat!Miguel who obliges when Xina texts him the next day to switch up their study session location.

Miguel wanted to keep the busy calm of the 1st floor of the library but Xina insisted on giving him a change of scenery.

“It’s good for you! You stare at the screen all day when you’re coding,” Xina slams Miguel’s car door to which he sneer at her for. “You need to look up and smell the coffee sometimes.”

“You just want a reason to not do your work.”

Xina turns around and walks backwards in front of Miguel, “And that’s completely fine. We should live a little.”

She trips over the edge of the sidewalk with a yelp and Miguel is quick to catch her, the panic on his face evident.

“See,” she grins as she pulls herself up by Miguel’s shoulders. “Living!”

GymRat!Miguel who lets Xina order for him while he finds a table.

The cafe was bright, white wood accenting the walls with vines and plants adorning the area. Salmon pink brought a pop of color to the sandy-looking tables and fairy lights hung in the corners of the room.

Miguel’s eyes grew as he saw the variety of desserts on display, his mouth itching to take a bite.

“No, no, no. Go away. I’ll pick something you’ll like,” Xina blocks Miguel’s lingering eyes.

Miguel clicks his teeth, “If it’s not good, I’m going to be really upset.”

“I doubt it.”

GymRat!Miguel who walks deeper into the cafe. He’s dodging ceiling plants left and right, but he’s sure that the best seats are in the furthest of the building.

He shuffles around a corner, eyes adjusting to the sun coming through window.

He blinks a few times and takes in the spacious area.

That’s when he sees you.

He walks fast, the strides of his steps wide.

The closer he gets, the stronger the smell of peaches builds. The sun was shining down like it granted Miguel one the greatest gifts of his life. Its rays danced across the spot that you're in.

He gets to your chair and pulled it out with ease, the sound disrupting the hushed corner.

A pen falls to the floor, voices are cut short, and arms are flailing but Miguel’s nose is buried deep into your neck.

Your arms tighten around his neck and your voice skips across his ears.

“I-” a kiss across your face, “missed you so much.” Miguel looks at you like you hold the stars in the sky within your palm.

“You scared the shit out of me, Miguel,” you say with no really malice in your voice. Your thumbs run across his cheeks, watching as he beams at you. You kiss him once or twice, heart fluttering as your feet dangle in the air.

“I hope there aren’t many people picking you up in the middle of establishments,” Miguel mumbled across your lips.

“Guys, there’s people staring at us,” a voice creeps in from the side of Miguel.

Miguel’s eyes follow it to see a deer-looking kid with hoodie pulled up over his ears.

“Who is this?”

GymRat!Miguel who is introduced to Miles, your freshman classmate that you’ve taken in.

He’s sitting across the table nodding along to you as you rave about Miles’ work. The entire time, his right hand didn’t leave your left one.

“So,” Miguel chimes in when there’s a pause. “Have you both been coming here a while?”

“Nah, I just dragged her out here recently. She never leaves the art building when a deadline is near. It’s kind of depressing-“

“You know, Miles.” You're holding back an eye roll. “There are times when you could just not talk.”

“No, actually tell me more,” Miguel insisted, attentive.

GymRat!Miguel who hurries to help a struggling Xina when she rounds the corner with a tray full of goodies.

A cinnamon roll, a lemon tart, a tall purple drink, and some warm tea is placed on the table while you and Miles clear the area.

You sit up straighter to watch Miguel pick up the tea cup and blow over it. “Tea? No milk with a pinch of coffee?”

“Amor…”

Xina looks over to his cup, “Did you want something else?”

“No, this is good, I haven’t had this in a while,” he takes a sip and hums while explaining to you. “I’ve been on this sweet drink kick since she let me try her frappe last year.”

“That’s rich because you always hated it when I got those.”

“To be fair, you downed like four of those in one day. I’m surprised your body didn’t go into shock.”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “Four in one day must have meant you were going through it.”

Xina smiles and nods her head, “Exactly. And I told him-”

“We’re not doing this,” Miguel grumbled and stabbed his fork into his roll. “Four was way too much and she was bouncing off the walls all day just to crash and throw up on my shoes.”

“I said I was sorry about that!”

GymRat!Miguel who cuts pieces of his dessert to feed to you. You look at him incredulously as he insists on giving you bite after bite.

“Is it good?” Miguel asks chewing his own piece. You nod and he grins, happy in the bubble he’s created.

When Xina reaches for his plate for a piece he slides it away with ease, a move he knows too well.

“Why can’t I have some? I bought it.”

“You didn’t even ask!”

“Neither did she!”

Miles leans over to you, “I feel like I’m watching a fight between me and my baby sister.”

Miguel is pushing Xina’s hands away from his plate while she laughs up a storm. You think that it does mirror something like Gabriel and Miguel’s relationship, but something about Miguel isn’t the same.

GymRat!Miguel who continues his Tom and Jerry act with Xina even when the food is gone.

They were bickering over some formula that you couldn’t begin to figure out by yourself. To Miguel, it’s easy. To Xina, the setup makes no sense.

“How did you survive Ivy League without me?” Miguel asks as he reaches over and erases an error on her page.

“Like I do anything else, with peace.”

“So what you’re saying is,” Miguel points his pencil at Xina, “you hate me and I am not needed for problems 4 through 10.”

“No!” she panics, pushing his pen back to the paper. “I need you to start this one. I don’t understand it.”

“We just did one like this, though. It’s just the imaginary number all over again.”

Xina groaned and slumped in her chair while Miguel just turned back to his on work.

GymRat!Miguel who peers up from his computer to watch you work. You eyebrows pinch as your wrist moves across the large sketchpad in front of you. Your hand is moving fast and you’re so focused. Miguel hasn’t seen you like this before. In your element.

He leans his head on his hand, cheek squished and staring at you like he’s never seen you, like you were something to be admired.

You were pretty today, a sweater with some cartoon on it and some jeans that flared out at the bottom. Your bunny necklace was dangling around your neck and your glasses were falling down your nose.

You push them back and a smudge of charcoal from moving Miles’ artwork gets on your cheek.

“Stare at her any harder and she might grow something freaky,” Miles whispers.

Miguel falters and grabs a napkin, leaning to wipe your cheek, “She has something on her face.”

GymRat!Miguel who tries to be even more discreet as he watches you fill up the page. It’s mesmerizing seeing what you come up with.

He’ll type a little bit then look at your sketches, he’ll click a few links then look at your face. Sometimes, you would catch him looking and smile at resulting in his heart picking up.

Occasionally, Miles would ask your opinion on something and you would give him pointers, the two of you discussing something about focal points and rule of threes.

Miguel just wanted to put his stuff up and listen to you all day.

“What are you working on?” Xina asks, her voice breaking the silence. She’s staring directly at your drawings, fingers tapping against her notebook.

You perk up and flip your pad around, “It’s some ideas for one of our bigger projects! The theme is reinventing a classic, so I’m thinking something like a spin on Lady Godiva with a haunted theme and darker palette. Or The Fallen Angel with a bird’s eye perspective of him on the ground.”

You took a breath and flipped the page, “And then there’s The Kiss which I wanted to actually do a glaze to really give it that ‘mosaic’ look.”

Miguel leaned in with Xina to take a closer look.

The sketch was exceptional to say the least. Miguel wasn’t too sure how the original painting looked, but your drawing detailed a woman wrapped in these angular, moving shapes. Her face was angled up and a far-off look adorned her features. To her right sat a man whose lips were on her neck and his attention solely on her.

It was soft, yet strong. How you managed to put so much intimacy onto a single page was beyond him.

The feeling of it was familiar and when he looked up at you, he knew.

Miguel opens his mouth, “It’s..”

“Boring.”

“Beautiful.”

He turns to Xina with a frown on his face as she flips back to the front page.

“I mean, I think one of the other two is better, you know? More of a twist on the originals. The last one feels safe.”

The table is quiet as Xina’s comment marinates. She’s flipping further into your book and Miguel promptly snatches it from her and closes it a bit harder than he needs to. Miles shifts in his seat, chewing on the straw of his drink.

“Can you explain why it feels safe to you?” your fingers pick at a nail.

She looks up, “Well, don’t you want to stand out? Out of the others, I don’t think this one is that unique.”

“The point isn’t to stand out,” Miles chimes in. “The assignment is about remixing a classic and all three of these do that pretty well.”

Your smile is small, “Thanks, Miles.”

“So which one do you think is better?” Xina asks.

“The last one,” both Miles and Miguel say.

“It carries the emotion of the original while also bringing more focus to couple rather than the abstracted cloth. You can see the love between them in a way that the original doesn’t have and it’s not even painted yet,” Miles talks with ease. “But! That’s just my opinion.”

“I think it’s powerful,” Miguel hums. “You should go with that one.”

You nod, thumbing over the corner of the pages.

GymRat!Miguel who watches Miles nearly fly out of the cafe.

Something about catching the bus to go see a friend perform.

“Poor thing,” you mumble. “He didn’t even buy the tickets yet.”

GymRat!Miguel who can almost see the stress coming off of you in waves the later it gets in the evening.

“Are you alright?” Miguel places his hand over yours.

“Yeah, I think I need a nap.”

“Need me to drive you back?”

“No, it’s fine. You need to drive Xina back.” You start to pack up. “I brought my car anyways.”

Miguel follows your movements, hands putting his laptop up as well.

He hurries to pull your chair out and you thank him with a quiet voice. He follows you from the table to the door to your car. The scene is almost comical the way he’s in your peripheral.

“Will I see you again soon?” Miguel leans on the hood of your car, body practically falling onto you in the driver’s seat. “We gotta set up a date.”

“I’ll see what I can do, baby,” you rub his face and kiss the kicked-puppy look off of his face. “I’ll text you once I get back.”

“Please.”

GymRat!Miguel who throws his backpack in the backseat and slumps over the wheel once he’s certain your car was down the road.

“What now?” Xina patted Miguel’s back. “You miss her again?”

Miguel just dug his head onto the horn, the effect alerting anyone within 50ft radius.

“Ok, ok,” Xina yanked him up by his shoulders only for him to drop back down again. She sighs and grabs the back of his head with a slight yank to his hair.

Miguel swats her hand away with a grit to his teeth and a pinch to his brows.

Xina only holds her hands up with a grin lining her lips, “Calm down.”

“You’re really annoying me today.”

Xina drops her hands and her smile falters. Miguel straightens up with an apology on the roof of his mouth before Xina picks back up with joy.

“What I think you need is an awesome rager for your birthday.”

“No.”

“Why not? It could be fun!”

“I’m all partied out until next year.”

“Not even with your friends? People from your department? A couple of classmates? The robo nerds?”

“That’s robo rockstars to you.”

Xina laughed and buckled her seatbelt.

“I think it could be great, seriously. We’re doing it.”

Miguel only groaned and turned on the ignition.

GymRat!Miguel who wanted to use his Sunday for relaxation, a cheat day, maybe a game or two with Gabriel, Peter, and Winston.

Instead, he’s lying on his bed listening to Xina rant about one of her roommates using the sink as a trash can.

“Like we have a ridiculously expensive trash can that’s less than a foot away from the sink. It’s a simple spin and drop.”

“Ok, I get this is really gross, but don’t you have other friends you could bother?”

Xina pauses, and points her finger at him, “Hey, I’m here to help you out. If I wasn’t here, who knows how down in the dumps you’d be.”

“This isn’t helping me.”

GymRat!Miguel who answers his phone while Xina has managed to pull Peter into a game of Overcooked on his Switch.

“Hey, Ma.”

“Miguel! How do I connect your father’s computer to the TV? He found a movie that we could watch but the screen is so small.”

“He found a movie but can’t connect cords?”

“Just answer the question, mijo.”

Miguel sits up, prepared to spend at least forty minutes trying to explain what an HDMI cord is.

“Yeah.”

Xina gasps, pauses the game leaving a displeased Peter, and hops into the corner of Miguel’s phone.

“Hi, Mrs. O’Hara!”

“Hola, mi dulce niña! Hace mucho que no te veo. ¿Que tal te ha ido?“ (Hello, my sweet girl! I haven’t seen you in a long time. How have you been?)

“Más o menos, pero me alegro de verte.” (So-so, but I’m happy to see you.)

“No, Xina! ¿Qué tienes?” (What’s wrong?)

Miguel just plopped the device in Xina’s hand, “I like how you both started a conversation on my phone.”

“We’ve got important things to discuss,” Xina waved him off while she and his mother continued to fawn over each other.

Miguel just slid off the bed and joined Peter.

GymRat!Miguel who doesn’t get his phone back until curfew hours are around the corner.

Xina and his mom discussed everything from reality TV to recipes to her time up north. Xina left happier than when she came in which Miguel didn’t mind. He just wished he could have had the room to himself.

GymRat!Miguel who doesn’t see your message until he’s about to go to sleep.

“Baby”

“Let’s do something together on your bday”

Miguel unpeeled his eyes and typed swiftly.

“YES”

“YEESSSS”

“Best birthday ever already”

“Someone’s excited”

“I haven’t even said what we’re doing yet”

“What are we doing”

“Tell me please”

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease”

“Mmm”

“No”

“It’s a secret 🙂‍↔️”

“I can wait”

“That you are”

“Sometimes”

“😗”

“But mi luz I think Xina is trying to plan something too”

“Oh”

“Should we raincheck then?”

“NOOOOOO!”

“I can do both”

“I’ll literally split myself in two”

“You don’t have to choose”

“My gift is small”

“I want you to have fun on your special day”

“Can you come to the party?”

“I don’t want to miss it but I’ll have to see”

“If anything it’ll be much later”

“As long as I get to see you I’ll be happy”

“Good night bebé”

“Night!”

"Love you"

“Love you more"

divider by: @plutism 🩵

a/n: I have no notes other than school is starting back up so my posting schedule will be even more irregular. 🤠 Please bear with me.

The taglist has reached the max number! If you want updates, check my blog, turn on post notifs, or subscribe to it on AO3!

taglist: @ghost-lantern @miguelhugger2099 @emelie-s-h @lake-lili

@obsessed-with-miguels-ass @scaleniusrm @superiorspiderass @lexluvswriting

@flordelalunas @froggygal @vmpz8sauceee @famouscattale @nixinluv02

@jada-of-arcadia @spideykid22 @what-the-jams @julia4today @tojishugetiddies

@samjinxx @sleeklyalisha @the-pan-liquid @prongs-lover @kikaaauu

@urlocallocachica @wanderlustingcastaway @peachey-pie @ch3rry-bl1ss @girl-of-multi-fandoms

@love-kha1 @manlikemilesmyguy @sillysillygoofygoose @monticellohoe @kodzuminx

@lauraolar14 @bruhhvv @m4dyy @farrowroyale @cl3stevu

@ohara-whore @muneca-lemon-steppa @alexa4040 @amelialysm @snails-doodles22

@questionable-behaviour @babygotl01292003 @calig0sto @tatatida @haveclayeveryday

@corpsenightmarebride @earth2fae @maiyart @feegrh32 @darkstarlight82

@ladysimp @sonicbutbutter @relatednative @slowlyshycomputer @nuetralcolorsenthusiast

@maxlinpetersen @beyondstarlight @Madeofstar-dust @leoeloo @just-simpins-blog

@poisamm @thequeenreaders @tinybirdhidedout @aly29a2001 @mimi-sanisanidiot

@snakelore @pigeonmama @darkstalight82 @prettygirleli @koikohib

@jayskookies @xo-zeze @planetxella @thedevax @stressed-cherry

[soon-to-be-wife]

Hellooo everyone! ‘m daisy! ‘m so excited it’s so hard for me to control m’ excitement eeee *jumps in joy* Me and Montressor is fixin’ to get married. He so handsome and he loves me very much. He used to tell me that everyday till I lost him. He just vanished out of no where! I miss him so much. I hafta talk to him again. I know he wants to get married more than I do. Can’t wait till we’re together again. Having babies and all! oooo yes🥰

OOC// so I have no idea if the girl name is Daisy or not because they didn’t really said her name when Monty had his flashback but I assumed her name was Daisy when he said the first girl name that popped to his head when he was talking to Ada and she was the last girl that he remembered. Of course he said more names after that but I just assumed the first one he said, he was talking about this girl🤷

Anyway, I saw a lot of people making nevermore rp blogs and I really wanted to join. Soooooo here’s Daisy😅 I’ll try my best to stay in character. But, since we don’t know much about her, here’s a few head-canons I have of her👇

- she’s in her early 20s

- she has a big heart. Too much of a big heart, where sometimes people can take advantage of that. I guess you can say she can be a little naive and too trusting at times.

- she has dreams of getting married, falling in love, and wants kids

- she loves dogs (I’m assuming so cause I think I saw a dog shadow in his flashback. Y’all can tell me if I’m wrong though)

- she hates mean people and liars (that’s only when she catches up to the lie)

And that’s it for now🙃

Rules/boundaries

- I’m 18+ but please no nsfw. Dirty jokes or play flirting is tolerated but please don’t go too far. You’ll know if u did.

- no creeps please!

- no discrimination of any kind! Which means no homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, Zionism, or etc. Please be kind! There is a real human behind this sooo yeah.

- I won’t always be on. So please respect that.

- you can ask or talk to Daisy about anything. Make it funny or not. Up to y’all😂🤷

Other rp blogs:

Merry @nevermore-merry-official

Mourn @nevermore-mourn-official

Montressor @asshole-cowboy-devil

Annabel Lee @annabelleewhitlock

Duke @duke-laurent

Morella @angel-in-green

Will @diary-of-a-willy-kid

Dolly @nevermores-only-nurse

Pluto @purr-of-smoke

Lenore @lenorevandernacht

Berenice @berenicenevermore

Ms poppet @your-favorite-teacher-poppet

Prospero @rats-of-death

His rats @squeak-squeak-bitch

Eulalie @imtheghostnow

Luca @way2rich4this

Manor girls @victimsofficial

Prospero’s mom @motheroftheratman

Thomas @mastertamerlanethomas

Johnny @johnny-kicking-up-dust

Monty’s mom @blessedangel666

Egaeus @egaeus-exists

Void child @a-boy-in-a-void

Lenore’s father @thaddeus-vandernacht

The hounds @theloyalhoundsofthewildhunt

Percy @teaandcheckmates

Kipley @getmeftoutofhere

Sallie @the-kansas-kutie

Monty’s dog @a-worthless-mutt

The raven @a-raven-thats-not-so-raven

Ira @ira-whitlock-official

Nessa @yourfavemaid

Gold eyes @ol-gold-eyes

Isidor @isidor-fauntleroy

Lenore’s mother @lucille-vandernacht

Ada @adaa-lovelace

Let me know if I forgot anyone and I’ll add it.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics and @cursed-carmine

[sonja-artefact-storage]

//current ongoing event: break time! read here :3

Hi, I’m Sonja Villanueva. She/Any.

I’m… taking a break from work right now. Just at home right now. And outside, too— well. not in the Institute would be a good word for it. And, er— Please don’t disturb me too much. I’d rather not think too much about work right now.

Let me know if you have any questions.

asks are open

unreality warning for the whole blog!

ooc, rules, and info under cut :D

yoyoyoyooo @iiinkos back at it again with another tma rp blog!! just an idea i had, probably less big and crazy as the others :)

i also run the rp blogs @gerry-the-archivist (an au in which gerry became the archivist) and @a-thousand-little-things (my 3 avatar ocs)

info:

- (ooc) or // = out of character

- sonja’s mentioned once in one line in dig as someone to look to talk to about artefact storage. and considering artefact storage’s reputation (sasha in mag 39), i thought, “what if she was terrifyingly competent and also definitely traumatized?” so i’m here now c:

- she can take in artefacts and all that if you wanna give her some :)

- she can also do rps where she belongs to other universes and in different timelines :D if she does, and no other member of her specific universe is in that thread or whatever, she will not have been replaced as head of storage during her break, and instead will still be head.

- rn she doesn’t know about the fears :3 my reason for this is that jon (canonically a good researcher) couldn’t find shit on smirke’s supernatural bullshit (mag 50). and even if sonja did find out somehow, she’d also probably. tell her assistants and employees and shit. including sasha. who’d probably tell jon and the others :p so yeah she doesn’t know and has basically had to rely on vibes and herself when dealing with The Spooky <3

- update! sonja is now aware of the fears!!! she’s still learning about them and she’s pissed that elias didn’t say shit :3 i encourage yall to take advantage of that

- i’ll make a post linking lore stuffs and all when it happens :D however i don’t plan on doing anything very extreme lore-wise with sonja, but she does have a backstory c:

- sonja was hired to work in the magnus institute when she was 21, and is currently 31. if we’re going by canon timeline, she’d be born in 1984 and hired in 2005 and it’s currently 2015, but in this universe there isn’t really a canon time for the “present day,” so. only the age stuff applies ig

- her last name being similar to syl’s, while being intentional, has no bearing on the plot, i just thought it’d be funny

- she is mixed black and filipino (filo because i cant stop projecting on characters)

rules:

- flirting allowed

- i might be ok with rping a relationship? but i can’t promise i’ll be good at it, and i might call it off if i feel like it’s too much :P she’s neptunic tho so no men or masc aligned

- no sexual content, or suggestive for that matter

- it’s fine to start new rps, join old rps, or just generally interact, i don’t mind

- anyone can rp with me, doesn’t matter if you have an rp blog or not, or are just an anon, or whatever

have fun c:

mod uses they/them

[islayhawkin]

Coming home

Simon "Ghost" riley x f!asexual!reader

Request: Hello! I saw you're cool with writing fics for ace readers and I was wondering if you'd like to write something for either Ghost from COD or V from Devil May Cry? Something like they're reassuring the reader that they're okay with them being ace? If it's not possible, that's completely fine! I'm just so happy to see someone including us in fanfiction 🖤💜🤍Thank you, and have a good day/night! :) Warnings!: mention of sexual themes, making out, human body reaction, swearing ooc simon ( bc it's kinda unrealistic that he'd even be in a relationship but we can do in fanfiction what we want so we're gonna ignore that. In my head he's just a lost puppy ) Hurt/comfort, fluff A/N: I did my reasearch in form of fanfiction too and literally almost every fic on tumblr under ghost x reader is smut so I'm starting the counter-revolution for aces. Hope anon will find this again. Bc I've been on hiatus for some time.

The 141 had gone to a bar at friday night after a long mission. They had the weekend off for the first time in a while. They all had a hard time adjusting to the civilian life again but most of them did have a life to return to outside of work. For ghost, well rather simon, this life contained you. His civilian life was practically you. It was all he cared about outside of work really.

The group sat around the table with glasses in their hands conversing about nonsense really but for them it was pretious to be this careless for a moment. Simon sometimes contributed dry comments which earned some laughter from soap beside him.

Simon had invited you. Though he was at first hesitant to bring you together with the 141 however that changed quickly when he heard that you'd be walking home alone in the darkness than. And as if you didn't do that every day he seemed adamant to not let you do that when he was around.

The bar they were at was relatively quiet as you entered and spotted the team on the other side of the room. A small smile formed on your lips when you saw the back of his head.

Unfortunately for you the men had settled on the topic of sex when you joined them.

"Can't wait to get that stress of the last months sorted out." Gaz chuckled. The others laughed while adding comments of their own. "I bet riley's gonna have a blast tonight when he gets home." Soap laughed with a teasing look to his commrade.

There was a small grin on Simon's lips at the teasing but he quickly shut them down. "Shut up johnny."

You made intentionally loud noices when walking the last few steps to make yourself known to the group and also not to startle simon. He turned around in his chair and immediately stood up to greet you. When he stood up his figure towered over you.

"Hey."

"Hey. I'm glad you're back." You smiled and gave his arm a small squeeze. You were still quite distant from eachother due to your knowlege about him, were you aware what he was comfortable with. You were sure he didn't even feel your soft touch through all that cloth and muscles though.

He made a quick introduction to the team before everyone rearranged themselves so you were able to get a seat beside simon.

The evening was great. You got along really well with everyone especially with soap. There were laughs here and there sometimes teasing comments towards you and ghost, which he quickly shut down. But they still lingered in the back of your mind when you came home to your shared apartment.

It's not like you minded their comments. You all were adults and it was their way to chill after weeks of just living in life-death situations. Some jokes were actually quite funny you had to admit. These men who normally went around threatening people were actually really hilarious.

You clicked the lights on in your apartment and threw your shoes off. Ghost stood for a while at the entrance hall watching your every move as you moved around the apartment, changing your clothes into something comfortable.

When you realised he didn't follow you inside you took a cautious step back into the entrance hall and tried to read his emotions through his mask and gear. "Are you okay?" You asked softly as you approached him. Your hands slowly moving around his waist.

"Hm." He nodded.

"Your home." You whispered with a smile and moved your hand up to remove his mask. He didn't stop you from doing so.

His hair sprang out from under it and you were able to fully take in his state. He looked incredibly tired and worn out.

"Home..." he repeated lowly. The sound vibrating through his body.

You traced a scar on his face tenderly. "Let's get you to bed hm? You look exhausted."

"I'm fine."

"I'm sure you're fine. Just let me take care of you. I'll give you a massage or something..."

The side of his mouth quirked up at that thought. "Alright."

You stood on your toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving for the bedroom again. This time ghost followed you.

His sweatpants and a pair of handmade socks were already neatly folded on his side of the bed. He made quick work of removing his vest and shirt at the sight, leaving his muscled upper body exposed. You had already moved to his side to help him unclasped his belt for him with quick fingers.

"You want to take a shower?"

You unsipped his trousers and he stepped out of them.

"Not now. Tommorow."

You threw the pyjamas pants to him and handed the socks over after he had his pants on.

"You made these for me?" He asked quietly. His eyebrows rose with surprise.

"Yep." You smiled shyly. "We got a matching set now." You showed the socks on your feet. A proud look showing on your face.

One of his rare genuine smiles took over his face. "You're adorable." He chuckled and fastly took his big arm around your waist to pull you flush against him.

"I missed you." The words only a low rumble vibrating through his throat. His eyes switched from your eyes to your lips before he cupped your cheek and leaned into a kiss. His touch was always surprisingly tender with you, almost cautious. As if afraid he'd crush you under his strenght.

The first few times you slept in the same bed with him you even needed to reassure him that he wouldn't crush you beneath him while he slept with you in his arms.

His kiss on the other hand now showed a bit of force behind it as he pushed you slowly against the wall behind you. You both gasped for air when he finally pulled his lips from yours.

A smile tucked at your lips and you stroked your hand through his tousled hair. "I missed you too love."

He didn't give you a long time before pushing his lips to yours again. His free arm resting besides you against the wall. You felt his body react to you as he pulled himself as close to you as he possible could. One of your leg was positioned between his thick thights making it impossible for you not to notice.

The next time simon pulled away he muttered a breathy "sorry. I didn't mean to-" before leaning his forehead against yours. "I'm just- it was much the last few weeks. I've felt bloody alone without you."

"I know." You caressed the side of his head. "Let's go to bed okay? You can cuddle with me all night."

He nodded and cautiously disconnected his body from yours. "I didn't make you uncomfortable did I?" There was a dark shadow over his eyes, which gave you a glimpse of the eyes his enemies saw.

"No. It's alright..." you faltered for a moment. "Are you content this way?"

He looked almost betrayed. "What do you mean? Of course I'm content. I couldn't think of anything better to come home to. You're the bloody best thing that happened in my shit life."

You smiled sadly at his words and took his big hands in your smaller ones. "I mean with me being asexual. I know you said it was okay but I can't help but think I'm depriving you of it when you actually want it. The others made these comments and it got me thinking that you can't have these experiences and advantages of having a partner."

You could see how he was taken aback by your words. As if he never even considered it this way. "I'm not coming home every time again just so I can fuck you. When I'm all alone out there, with the possibility of dying everyday I'm always thinking about you. You're the one that keeps me alive. And you give me so much more that I could ever have asked for. I don't care if I want to have sex. I can't stop wanting it but I can live without it, I can't live without you."

There was silence in the room except for the small breathes.

You smiled tearfully. "Who would've known you could be such a poet." You chuckled.

He grinned. "I'm just stating the truth."

You kissed his crooked nose. "God I love you."

...

You snuggled up against his bare chest. His arms engulfing you in them. It was a comfortable silence between the two of you. But simon was still in his head. You thought he was trying to process the events of the past weeks.

"I don't want you to think of us like this ever again." He muttered.

"What?" You raised your head.

"I don't want you to think that I'm unhappy with you. That you are depriving me of something. I'm sorry for not showing it more often what you mean to me."

"That's alright. I know how you struggle..." you caressed his side with your palm.

"No it's not alright. You always do this. You're so sweet and understandable of me but I never give you enough back. So please don't think that I think any less of you because of your asexuality. For me you are the best person."

You smiled softly against his chest. "Thank you. I'll try not to."

"good." He squeezed you against him.

It was some time before you spoke up again. "You think about me when you're out there?"

"All the time. You're the reason I'm still alive and come back to you every damn time."

[bussinessbread]

( Mr.Bread ; 👔💬🍞)

hello. it seems that i've been quite out of touch with my own surroundings, so i'd like to apologize on that aspect. i never thought that i would be introducing myself anytime soon if i'm completely honest, but alas, life surprises you quite often. so, might as well set the record straight while i'm here.

what is your name? i don't have one, i believe. i've been referring to myself as "mr bread" for a while now, though, so that might be the most appropiate way to refer to me.

what are your pronouns? meanwhile i don't really care on a personal level about that, i am the most comfortable with he/him.

what have you been doing? i'm a busy man. bread doesn't bake itself. and, i've been taking long walks. nothing else.

do you have any weird sort of ability? no, i don't think so. baking is already an extremely difficult ability to master, and i'm not quite there yet by my own standars. sorry to disappoint.

what do you have in mind? any plans? any thoughts? right now, nothing in mind. and no plans other than figuring out this place.

what happened to your face? nothing.

[END OF THE INTERVIEW]

@a-narcissists-warren

(ooc qna + important things under read more)

OOC Q&A:

Hello! This is me entering anonvoid even though I've been around for when it started as a whole, just never had the time to join in sadly. But ended up joining thanks to a beloved friend of mine now. The user uses any/all pronouns. So, on some questions regarding this guy.

Is Mr Bread open to Magic Anons?

- Yes. He is just a guy, though, so it would be funny.

Is Mr Bread open to relationships/shipping?

- I haven't thought of anything for him on that department yet, so I really can't say. I wouldn't mind it, though, if it happens or if it's funny enough, sure.

Mr Bread Ref Sheet

[mischief-colon-3-inc]

Hello dweebes! Welcome to >:3 Inc. (Or Mischief Colon 3 inc, as it is on the papers)! I'm >:3 Inc., but ya can call me Mischief >:3

Here, we do whatever the fuck we want! Pranks galore! You may become a employee if one so desires... We just need to set up an interview first!

List of Current Employees:

Me (of course)

Pear ( @pear-the-fruit )

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

ooc/ Hey Guys! I'm the Mod of This Blog! You can Call Me Wyrm, I go by He/They/Any and My Main Blog is @dragonsrepic1

Now Some Tid-bits on >:3 Inc.! as This Blog Grows (and the lore as well) This Section Will Grow

What You Need to Know Really is That Mischeif, Who goes by They/it, is a Prankster, a Criminal, and is a bit of a Jerk. They are also Siblings With X3 ( @x3-inc ) and XD ( mod lost modivation tho ), and It's Parent is :3 ( @colon3inc ), Though They Have Joined the Pit/are Dead (aka, the mod lost modivation). They also Have a Hammer Space to Store Literally Anything (though some items are harder to get in it than others).

It has Done a lot of Stupid Shit in It's Life. on an Unrelated Note It also is Immune to Most Poisons! Canonically 7'4, Though it Almost Always is in a Kinda Crouched-but-not Posture so it Often Times it Appears Shorter. also it Has Retractable Claws Like a Cats

I'm Chill With Most Things, but I'm a Minor (and aro ace as well), so no Funny Business! 3:<

oh Yeah! and Here's What Mischief Looks Like!

Plus, Tags!

the mischief >:3

-This is for any Original Post Made on This Blog

ooc

-When Ever I Speak (like any other gimmick blog)

pranked >:3

-This is Used on any Post Where >:3 Pranks Someone

>:3 speaks

-for the Asks This Blog gets

>:3

-Any Post on Here (or related)

emoticon incorporated

-the Area of the Gimmick Verse >:3's in (idk if all the others are using it but idc)

[thecoolersouthparkforeignkids]

Hi, welcome to the blog!

We’re the cooler group of foreign kids at South Park elementary!

“Because we aren’t total losers like those other guys.”

Technically only two of us are, by definition, foreign immigrants, but all these american kids don’t care about the literal definition, so we’re all foreign kids!!

“Hi I’m Angel, I moved to America from England when I was eight, so when I was in the third grade. I live with my parents and my older brother and younger sister, who I unfortunately have to share a room with.”

“I’ve been friends with Jo ever since moving here, we tell everyone we’re cousins because my family is from near enough the same place that Jo’s dad is from. And I’ve been friends with Tesni ever since she tried to sue me for sexual harassment… We’re good friends now, we even have matching necklaces!”

“A’ight? I’m Jo. Idk why I let these two talk me into this, but oh well I’m here now… Me mum is Scottish and me dad is from England. They moved to South Park when me mum was pregnant with me because they didn’t wanna pay their telly licence, but now they’ve gotta pay for healthcare so I guess they didn’t really think that through.”

“Me mum an’ dad are alright though, even if they are a bit daft sometimes. They’ve been propper sound with me being trans. Told them I was a lad when I was in kindergarten, they just told me it was sound and asked me if I wanted to watch the footy with them. It’s funny though, because whenever someone asks me if I used to be a lass I just say nah and make them question their sanity. Propper funny to watch that.”

“Trying to get Declan to join in with us, but he’s a bit of a prick sometimes. Love him though.”

“You’re a fucking prick… Love you too.”

“Hey cuties, I’m Tesni and I’ll be your serv- Fuck, force of habit… I’m Tesni and I’m literally one of the hottest girls in our grade, no joke. Like, I might not be a cheerleader or anything, but I work at raisins and I get the most tips, so yeah… Ugly girls don’t get loads of tips, not how it works in this society, unlucky for all those ugly girls.”

“Tesni, be nice. You’re trying to show off again.”

“Ugh, whatever. Anyway. My parents decided that this shithole town was better than their old house in Wales, and they brought me along with them in the womb. I’m trying to get as much money as possible so I can move away and become a rich model in like LA or something and forget all about this bum-fuck town.”

“I might bring Angel along with me too, she’s alright I guess…”

OOC vvv

Angel’s speech, actions, etc will be pink, Jo’s will be green, Declan’s will be blue and Tesni’s will be orange

Keep the asks tame please, nothing weird

I’ll be posting rp posts of each of them, art I make of them and maybe some sort fics of them being inserted into specific episodes but idk about that yet

This is my first time making an rp blog :0 and I’m very excited to interact with other south park rp blogs ^o^

Tag list:

#the cooler south park foreign kids = all posts

#this message is jo wilkinson approved = Jo’s posts

#angel posting = Angel’s posts

#that’ll be twenty five dollars please cutie = Tesni’s posts

#cousins are a social construct anyway = Jo & Angel posting together

#quit telling everyone we’re dating it’s hurting my tips = Angel & Tesni posting together

#why do we care about the same english girl? = Tesni & Jo posting together

#oocmoment = self explanatory

#for the last time I’m not a fucking leprechaun = Declan’s posts

#homiesexual got a bit too homosexual = Jo & Declan posting together

#Jo said I’m not allowed to make you cry anymore = Declan & Angel posting together

#just cause we’re queer doesn’t mean we’re nice = Declan & Tesni posting together

Pinterest boards:

Jo

Angel

Tesni

Declan

[willofthequill]

Modern Muses Chapter 2: Midnight Pancakes

Welcome to Chapter 2 of my self ship Yakuza AU! Tattooed, bad boy Kyojuro occupies way too much of the limited space there is in my brain!

Note for my regular readers: this is also baby's first slow burn. It's gonna be a couple chapters before we get to the good stuff, but I promise after that there will be plenty of smut!aq

AN: The main character has a Patreon where she posts fan arts and commissions. This is my little way of saying THANK YOU to the amazing artists out there creating the most delicious content to keep us all well fed!

Summary: Art student Bri Uzui's world is turned upside down when she falls for one of her older brother's delinquent friends. She finds herself navigating unfamiliar waters when she is dragged into the dark world of the Yakuza underground.

Kyojuro Rengoku is a high ranking member within the Yakuza family empire of the Ubuyashiki Clan. Falling in love was not part of the plan, especially not with his co-worker's younger sister. But here he is, trying to protect her, trying to love her, trying desperately to be the man she deserves even as more blood drips from his fingers.

Are these two lovers star crossed or can love really conquer all?

If you prefer to read on AO3, please click here!

WC: 3800+

CW: This is a Yakuza AU - the canon characters act OOC many times during this because of that. Chapters with elements of Smut, Violenece, or Non-Con (Not by Kyojuro or any of the canon good guys) will have that noted with the chapter summary so that readers can skip it.

Chapter 2 Summary: Kyojuro and Bri have an unplanned dinner together. When Tengen finds out in an unconventional way he makes it his business and confronts them individually. He isn't mad, he's just a protective big brother.

Chapter CW: a non-descript mention of an unwanted situation of a sexual nature, non-descript men tions of violence

Banner and dividers by me

Several weeks had passed since Kyojuro met Bri in passing at the basketball courts. He had found himself thinking about her more than he cared to admit. As he left the dry cleaners and was walking toward his car he heard his name being called.

He turned his head at the feminine voice and was surprised to see none other than Bri walking towards him waving her hand with a smile on her face. The setting autumn sun behind her cast an amber glow on their surroundings. She was stunning. Just stunning. 

“Hi!” she grinned up at him when she finally got close.

“Well hello there,” he grinned back at her.

“I saw you walking and thought I’d say hi,” she said, her cheeks had the slightest pink tint to them. 

“Well, I’m glad you did. It is nice to see you again,” he answered.

“You too,” she said, her cheeks got a little pinker. She broke their eye contact and cleared her throat. “I was thinking about going down to  Hinatsaru’s restaurant. I know Tengen said you guys all eat there regularly. Would you care to join me? If you were heading that way.”

“Unfortunately I am not heading that way at this time,” he answered, wondering if maybe he should be. He saw the slight disappointment come into her eyes. Well that just won’t do. He spotted the diner behind her. He gestured to it. She glanced behind her to see what he was pointing at. “Would you care to join me for dinner there?”

She turned back to him with a broad grin that lit up her eyes and warmed his chest, “Sure!” 

It turned out to be one of the best decisions Kyojuro had ever made. Bri was witty. She was beautiful. She was funny. She was warm. Once she got comfortable she was very talkative. They ended up getting so lost in their conversation that their food was cold by the time either had taken their first bite. Bri was a helluva woman, and he was happy he had gotten to spend some time with her. 

It had been after dark when they finished their meal. He had insisted on giving Bri a ride home, not wanting her to take the bus or to walk especially alone at night. He had watched her walk up the stairs, turning to wave at him before she let herself inside her apartment. He had not pulled away until her door was closed. 

Kyojuro was in a good mood when he got to the Corps HQ. He had gone home and changed into his work attire, his black button down, black waist coat and red tie, before coming in. He was whistling to himself with his hands in his pockets when one of the new low ranking members called out to him.

“Hey man- did I see you with Bri earlier?” the younger man called out to him as he began to head inside.

“Why yes, you did,” Kyojuro answered, turning towards the voice and waiting for the lower rank to approach him. He was curious as to why this kid would know her name, instantly on alert. “Is she a friend of yours?”

“She goes to my art school,” the guy told him. 

“Ah, I see. And what’s your name?” Kyojuro asked, not having seen this man before.

“Oh, its Kaigaku,” the man nodded to him. “Heads up man - she doesn't put out. You’re just wasting your time there.”

“Excuse me?” Kyojuro was thinking he must have heard this guy wrong…

“No, seriously, bro. You ain’t gonna get anywhere,” the guy laughed. “I took her out for coffee once and told her I would give her a ride home from class the next day. She wouldn’t even give me a blow job, man. She told me to drop dead and ran away. Not even worth the time.”

“I believe that the problem in this situation is you, not Bri,” Kyojuro addressed him. “A cup of coffee’s worth of a woman’s time and you think that you are somehow entitled to demand a blow job in exchange for a ride? Am I understanding this correctly?”

“Oh, I see… you like her,” the man grinned with mirth. “I hope you have plenty of lotion buddy. You’re gonna need it with her.”

“Cease speaking to me and of Bri this instant, ” Kyojuro said as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled back the sleeves early tonight. “This is your one and only warning.”

“You’re really willing to throw down over some prude bitch?” the man asked, not taking a hint. 

Kyojuro laid him out with a punch. He knelt over him and picked him up by his shirt. He enjoyed the fear he saw in the man’s eyes. Good. Let him know she was protected and he would not tolerate anyone speaking of her like that. 

The Hashira were not known to all by name so maybe this little shit did not realize she was Tengen’s sister. Maybe it was not some nefarious plot that he would know her name. Regardless of either, Kyojuro had now made it perfectly clear that she was protected and off limits. The man coughed on the blood pouring out of his nose. 

“Never. Ever speak to or of Bri again. Her name is not to leave your lips. Do not go near her again. Or you will answer to me. Got it?” Kyojuro asked, getting even more in the man’s face.

“Y…Y… Yes sir!” the man nodded, eyes huge in fear.

Kyojuro dropped him so he thudded on the ground and stood up. He walked away before he could change his mind and beat the man into a bloody pulp like he truly wanted to do. It was not that he had pent up aggression or anger he needed to get out at the moment. It was a matter of someone speaking about a woman like that. Someone disrespecting Bri like that.

He shook his head and sighed as he walked in the door and headed to wash the blood off of his hand. He would probably hear about that altercation later. It was worth it. 

As one of the 9 Hashira he answered directly to the Master. However, Himejima, the longest standing of the Hashira and personal guard for the Master was treated with damn near the same respect. He could put him in his place, but Kyojuro doubted he would.

The Hashira operated by each having specific jobs they oversaw for the Master. Kocho oversaw drugs and alcohol. Iguro was an expert at information extraction and worked closely with Kocho’s younger sister, Shinobu, to develop poisons and antidotes. Kanroji oversaw the Corps’ restaurant and entertainment interests. Tomioka and Sabito worked with old man Urokodaki on all modes of transportation. 

And then came the boogie men. Masachika, Shinazugawa, Uzui and Kyojuro himself were the Corp’s justice system. For members and business interests - They were each enforcer, jury, judge and oftentimes executioner. Whatever the Master needed or wanted them to be, they were.

Kyojuro scrubbed his hands and reminded himself again that it was a bad idea to get tangled up with a woman, especially Uzui’s baby sister. The problem was he had thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent with her.  He wet his hands and washed his face, hoping to clear his thoughts. He needed to engage his Hashira mode. Time to become the Flame Hashira once again. He headed into the main room where other Hashira sat. Iguro nodded to him in greeting. 

Uzui sat sprawled out on a couch with his head resting on the back. He lolled his head to look at Kyojuro as he entered the room. “So, Rengoku, anything you’d care to talk about?” Uzuii asked.

“About what?” Kyojuro asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading to sit down next to him. 

“About why you just laid that kid out in the parking lot maybe?” Uzui asked, gesturing to the security stream on the screens covering the wall across from them.

Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira came into the room as he asked. He took a seat on the couch opposite them and glanced at Kyojuro. His stare annoyed Kyojuro for some reason.

“Anything wrong, Tomioka?” He asked.

“I was waiting for your explanation before I asked my question,” Tomioka said, sitting back next to a mountain of a man named Gyomei Himejima, the leader of the Hashira.

Kyojuro wanted to go find that kid and punch him in his face again for putting him in this position. Though he supposed his own misplaced rage was part of it. He gave a smile, “Nothing to be concerned about.”

“This is out of character for you, Rengoku,” Himejima regarded him with concern.

“Who’s Bri?” Tomioka asked

Uzui’s head snapped to Kyojuro, gaze narrowed on him. “Now you better have more to say.”

“The kid I punched is the one who did not give your sister a ride the other day,” Kyojuro answered. He was not even slightly worried about what Uzui would say to that.

“That’s all you’re going to tell him?” Tomioka asked. The man was dense and nosey and had no sense of when to shut the hell up. 

“Is there more?” Uzui asked, glaring at Tomioka. 

“He deserved the punch,” Tomioka shrugged before settling back against the couch with his usual sullen appearance.

“Obviously, he ditched my sister.”

“But he didn’t ditch her,” Tomioka cocked his head confused.

Kyojuro sighed, he had been trying to avoid making a big deal about it. “Enough.”

Uzui narrowed his eyes on Kyojuro, his thoughts finally focusing on important parts of the conversation. Just lovely. “Why would he be talking to you about Bri?”

Bri was awoken by a pounding on her door. She had fallen asleep on her couch watching TV. It was still dark out. Who the hell was it? She grabbed her phone for safety reasons and just happened to see a text from Tengen.

She went and opened the door for her brother with a glare. “What is your problem?”

“Inside, now,” Tengen glared back.

She opened the door and let him in, shutting it behind him. “What has you so upset?”

“You had dinner with Rengoku tonight, huh?” He asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against her counter and continued to glare.

“What business is that of yours?” she asked, cocking her head. “I can do what I want with who I want and when I want.”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes. I did,” she said, not allowing her brother to make her feel bad for what had honestly been the best part of her week if not month. Hell, maybe year!

“How’d that come about?” he asked.

“I’m assuming you’ve heard this from Kyojuro already?” Bri asked.

“Not quite, I’ll explain after you answer my question,” Tengen said.

“Ani…”

“No. Bri. I want answers.”

She sighed and walked over to her couch and sat down, rubbing her face to wake herself more. “I was leaving the art supply store and I saw him about to cross the street. I called out to him and asked him if wanted to join me for dinner at Hinatsaru’s diner but he was heading in the opposite direction. There was a diner right there so we had dinner together. That’s it. Now, your turn. Speak.”

“All I knew was the two of you went out to eat,” he said.

“And what? Did Kyojuro tell you?” It was better to know now if he was going to be like that. She didn't need a spy for her already nosey and overbearing older brother

Tengen saw the look on her face. She was now doubting Rengoku. His friend was a good guy and didn’t deserve someone thinking anything bad about him. He was honestly Tengen’s only actual friend. In the broad scheme of things Bri could do worse by far and at least he would know she was safe. Rengoku was an absolute gentleman, even compared to him. “Rengoku did not say a word about being with you, why he was with you or where you went.”

“Then how did you find out? Why did this come about?” she asked, gesturing to his presence now that he had calmed down a bit. 

“I found out because he laid a kid out in the parking lot over a comment about you,” Tengen arched his brow at her. 

“Huh?” Bri sat upright in shock. “What?”

“Yeah, Tomioka overheard the exchange and asked questions,” it was mostly the truth. 

“I don’t know who Tapioca is but he should mind his own business.”

“I hope you know from now on I will only call him Tapioca.”

"I'd say it's well deserved! I hope it catches on! I hope it ruins his street cred!" Bri huffed and crossed her arms in annoyance at the situation. She had no clue what  could have caused Kyojuro to snap like that but Tapioca needed to shut his big fat whore mouth. 

Tengen groaned. His sister couldn't even make asking questions easy for him. Then again he had barged into her apartment in the middle of the night with no warning. He may have deserved a bit of the ire being thrown at him. Maybe. Tengen sighed. “Apparently it was the guy who was supposed to give you a ride home the other day, princess.”

“Oh, Kaigaku… that slug,” Bri grimaced and shook in revulsion. “What did the little troll say that got Kyojuro to knock him out?”

“Well first, apparently you failed to tell me the truth of what happened with your ride.” a dark shadow came over his features.

Bri sighed and looked down at her hands. She knew her brother would be mad and may act irrationally if he found out. But wait… How did that tie in? “Tengen, answer me. What did he say to Kyojuro?”

“According to Tapioca, he told Rengoku that he didn’t give you a ride home because you wouldn’t give him a blow job.”

“That’s… true.”

Tengen moved to sit next to her, taking a hand in his and squeezing it. “You don’t gotta be ashamed because a guy was a pig like that, you know?”

“I’m not ashamed. I didn’t trust you not to beat his ass. He’s a dumb college kid.” Tengen looked at her for more. “I shoved him off of me and got out of the car. That’s it.” Tengen wondered if Kyojuro knew about the ‘shoved him off of her’ part. He was willing to bet not since the kid was still breathing. For now. “He’s a corps member with a gun. That situation could have gotten out of hand.”

“I didn’t know that he was a member, Ani. But… I really thought he was an okay guy. I had been talking to him in class since the beginning of the year.”

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that. I’m glad Rengoku knocked him out. I wish he would have kicked him in his ribs and stomped his balls too. Now THAT would have been flashy.”

“What did the guy say that caused Kyojuro to do that?”

“He told Kyojuro he was wasting his time because you don’t put out.”

She gave a dejected sigh. “I’m not a prude. I just don’t think a guy is deserving of a blow job in exchange for a ride home after a single cup of shitty coffee.” 

“It’s not. No guy is deserving of a blow job until you decide they are,” Tengen said firmly as he took her in, watching as she pulled her knees up and rested her arms on them before putting her forehead on them.

“Guys in college suck, Tengen. I’m tired of guys like this,” she said, her voice kinda muffled. “Kyojuro is the first guy that treated me decently other than you since Daddy died.”

He made a noise of disgust and pulled her into his arms. He ruffled her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Tell me the bad news. How much do you like him?”

“I’ve only had one dinner with him, Tengen,” Bri sat back and wiped tears off her face. “Of Course now that he knows I don’t put out easily he’ll probably bounce too.”

“Don’t be shitty,” Tengen told her with an annoyed glare. “He’s a really good guy.”

“You’re right, I was being shitty. He doesn’t seem like that type of guy,” she gave her brother a small smile.

“He’s not. I mean it, he’s a good guy. And a gentleman,” Tengen took one look at her lovesick face and sighed. “Great. You like him a lot.”

“Just shut your stupid face,” Bri groaned and dropped her head to the side to rest it on the back of the couch. “Yes. I like him a lot.”

“What made you call out to him?” Tengen asked, curious.

She shrugged. “I’m lonely. He seemed really nice when we met. And sorry to tell you, my precious big brother, but your friend is smokin’ hot. Like holy fuck, Kyojuro is hot.”

“Down girl. Don’t make me get the hose.” Tengen laughed and reached over to ruffle her hair again. “You could do a lot worse than a guy willing to knock another man out for speaking bad about you after one dinner. You have done worse. Way worse.”

“Oh shut up,” she groaned, kicking him in the side gently. “Shouldn’t you be out committing crimes?”

“Yeah… But I came by to talk with you first. I wanted to hear everything from you,” Tengen said. “And now I’m hungry. Midnight pancakes?”

She smiled. “I’ll go get dressed.”

“Hey, princess!” Tengen called after her as she headed towards her room in the one bedroom apartment she had. She turned to look at him, waiting for a response. “I meant what I said. You could do a lot worse. He is a really good guy, a good person.”

“Is that your way of giving me some type of blessing?” she arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, it is. Little Miss I do what I want when I want but secretly want my big brother’s approval.”

“You’re gonna make me throw up,” she said, walking away with a smile. Tengen knew and approved. She bit her lip. Hopefully she’d hear from him again…

Kyojuro put out his cigarette on the ground as Uzui pulled up in the black SUV they would be using for the night. While Uzui had gone to get the vehicle from Urokodaki, he had visited Haganzeka and Kanamori down in the armory, gathering some extras for this job that their normal weapons would not cover. 

Kyojuro owned and expertly wielded a number of weapons - Guns, knives, swords, bow, crossbow, and more. He was an expert in hand to hand combat. These were all things that helped him reach Hashira by 18. Here he was now, 24 and a Hashira for 6 years. 

He sighed as he lifted the duffle bag off the ground and got into the SUV. This was not where he ever dreamed of being, but it was where he was. It allowed him to pay his and Senjuro’s way. 

It allowed him to send Senjuro to a good school in the next town and have money set into a trust fund for Senjuro, done under someone else’s name so it could never be tied to him. Enough that no matter what, his younger brother would never want for anything again, even if something were to happen to him. He had a nice place, a nice car. So why did he feel like something was missing?

It wasn’t until recently that he had felt this… incompleteness. He lit another cigarette as Uzui pulled out onto the road, talking about something Kyojuro had not heard a single word of. 

He needed to get his head in the game. He could wallow in whatever this was later. Right now, he needed to be the Flame Hashira once again.

“You went over the layout again, right?” Kyojuro asked his friend and fellow Hashira. 

“Yes, mom. I did my studying,” Uzui said in the tone of an annoyed teenager. “Gosh!”

“Good, next do your laundry and clean your room,” Kyojuro took a long drag before blowing it out the window.

“You should quit smoking,” Uzuii said, giving him a side glance.

“Are you now my mother?” Kyojuro asked, taking another long drag.

“No. I’m not. Though I do look good in an apron. However,” he glanced at Kyojuro again.

“However?”

“However I can tell you that Bri doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes,” Uzui said, eyes back on the road. 

Kyojuro mulled over his words in his mind and his response to them. He shouldn’t care about that fact, but he did. Because if she did not like the way it smelled, she definitely would not like the way it tasted. And he definitely wanted to kiss her. 

But that was probably not something to tell her behemoth of an older brother. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Are you interested in her?” Uzui asked, eyes still on the road. “I’m asking as your friend and her older brother. Because she likes you, Rengoku. You made her happy when you had dinner with her. And I like seeing her happy. So, I’m not against it. I’m not necessarily for it. But I want to know where you stand. Is she just a friend or-”

“Uzui, we had one dinner together,” Kyojuro answered with more force than he meant to, earning him a side eye from the big brother next to him. He hadn’t wanted to delve into those feelings and thoughts tonight, but here he was. 

Better to clear the air before they got to the job site, he supposed. “Yes, Uzui. I like Bri. And yes… I am interested in her. I really enjoyed our dinner the other night as well. She is very warm and very bright. She’s witty. She’s beautiful…”

“Yeah, what can I say. My sister is almost as flashy as I am! A total catch,” Uzui said in his normal playful tone. 

“But Uzui, we are colleagues and friends. We know the ugly truth of what eachother does for a profession,” Kyojuro sucked in a long drag.

“Yeah, we are and we do,” Uzui said. “And yet I still told her, just like I am telling you, if you guys decide it’s something you want to do, go for it. But if you are taking the princess out, you better take her out somewhere nice.”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.” Kyojuro was honestly a tad offended but he reminded himself that Uzui was just being an older sibling. 

“You better protect her with your life.”

“You already know that I will.”

“Just remember, Rengoku. You break your heart, I’ll break your neck.”

“I would never. And I would expect no less,” Kyojuro smirked as he spoke. “And as for the neck breaking… you could try.”

Uzui turned and gave him a giant grin full of mischief. “Alright, got that off my chest. Now that us two gentlemen are done having that heart to heart… let's go be bad guys!” 

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

Yeah I'm making a backlog- so here's the next next chapter snippet

((ooc: someone pls fast forward the invention of Benedrill into the dark ages- bc I don't know how Asha is going to survive this chapter. Thanks.))

Life certainly had a funny way of roping Asha into unexpectedly unfortunate situations. 

The most she’d hoped for today was to avoid trouble, yet here she was, comfortably seated on Captain Silver’s ship  undergoing the interrogation of the century.

“So let me get this straight,” Silver started. “Ye said that ye were sailing-,” he gestured to the both of them.

“Yes sir,” Asha nodded, trying to ignore the star who seemed more interested in the gathering that was happening outside the captain's cabin than anything else.

“And that ye were aggressively attacked by and I quote- silent hooded figures in dark clothing who sent you down the Salcona river? Is that right?” 

She nodded, watching as Silver exchanged glances with Bjorn and her grandfather.

“Dark clothes and hoods. Are the goths invading again?” Her grandfather asked, promptly breaking the silence. 

“Huh I didn’t know they moved on from the Roman Empire,” Bjorn murmured. “What a day to leave the weapons at home…”

“What? Saba no! We weren’t attacked by goths!” She cried, nearly startling the star as she rose to her feet. 

“Then who attacked ye?”

“I….” She paused glancing to the star for any form of assistance or help, but alas he only shrugged before turning his attention back towards the open window. His hair had seemingly grown longer. Some thing that she’d pointlessly noticed it would only do after the star had shifted.“We don’t know,” she admitted. “But what we do know is that they were dangerous Saba.”

“And from the looks of things, they probably aren’t new here either,” her grandfather nodded as he slowly eased himself down into a chair. “Wouldn’t be the first time something strange has carried over from the days of olde,” he commented before settling his gaze on the star. “But I’ll see what I can do for you. I might have a few friends who know a thing or two about this.”

She smiled, relief filling her as for once in her life, she actually felt grateful for the suspect acquaintances her grandfather had.  “Thank you Saba-,” 

A sharp tap on the door caught her attention as Silver leaned back and called out, “Come in.”

The door quickly opened as the familiar sight of Lady Allard entered the room. 

“Good afternoon gentleman,” she politely greeted with a smile.

“Good afternoon your ladyship,” they’d answered in tow as they nodded in acknowledgment. 

“My apologies for the intrusion, I hope I’m not interrupting your conversation-,” she started as Asha felt her jaw slightly drop. Delphine was apologizing?  She knew the noblewoman had promised to be better, but this? This was nearly unfathomable, and it seemed as if she weren’t alone in that thought as well. The fleeting looks of surprise on the faces of the elderly men were priceless before Silver regained his composure and shook his head.

“No, no, yer fine! We were just finishing up-,” he waved to them dismissively. “if ya need em, then they’re yours!”

“Ah, that’s good! We were about to have a little gathering, in a few minutes! Why don’t you come and join us Asha I’m sure you and, and-” she quieted as she glanced to the star, looking as if she was nearly at a loss for words.

“Cepheus,” he interjected with a charming smile that could’ve easily disarmed anyone in Rosas.

“Oh, you’re Cepheus!” Lady Allard blinked in surprise as the star nodded. 

‘It’s what she calls me-,” he glanced towards Asha, smiling as if he were currently enjoying a joke she had no part in.

“Ah! I see. It’s nice to have a name behind a face…you know my apprentices haven’t been able to stop talking about you since you’ve arrived. Cepheus this-, Cepheus that-, for a second I was almost afraid they’d made you up as a part of some inside joke!”

“Really?” the star grinned as he glanced to Asha who was doing everything in her power to not roll her eyes. “Do you hear that Asha? My reputation proceeds me!”

“That’s a weak brag, but okay,” she grumbled under her breath before crossing her arms. Silver and Bjorn snickered as her grandfather sighed.

“Anyways,” Lady Allard waved her hand as if dismissing her thoughts, “But since you’re real and fairly new, why don’t you join us? The gathering is to make everyone new feel welcome and it’ll be fun!”

“Fun?” The star repeated, already looking more than willing to accept her offer. “We could use some fun!”

Could they? Sure they’d almost been assassinated a few hours ago, but there was still work to be done, work that did not involve ‘fun’. She still needed to decipher those manuscripts, and if the city’s discoveries had meant anything then the work that she had waiting for her wasn’t diminishing any time soon. Maybe if she read her father’s journals she could-

“C’mon Asha!” the star called, pulling her out of her thoughts as she felt his warm hand rest on her shoulder. “Don’t you want to go?”

“Go? Go where?”

“To the gathering at the deck! It’s going to be fun!”

“Oh…You can go on without me-,” she started, trying to ignore the look of displeasure that had crossed her grandfather’s face. “ I have some work to do.”

“Work?” the star frowned as if she’d said something distasteful. “Asha you’ve been working all week-,”

“Because, unfortunately, I’ve only scratched the surface of a month’s worth of I have a month’s worth of work,” she interjected, as she began to dig through her waterproof satchel for some paper and writing utensils. She had a feeling that she’d need to take notes as she read her father’s journal. When her search for the writing utensils had come up empty, she’d focused her efforts towards the spare desk in Silver’s cabin, searching the desk’s draws as she spoke,  “Which cannot be done in a week, so-,” 

“I’m sure you’re very benevolent and altruistic sovereign would be nothing short of amazingly merciful if you took a break, hmm?”  came the star’s voice as his hand rested on the desk’s surface a few inches away from her. 

She looked up, partially surprised at his persistence “A break?” she repeated, looking from his hand to his face.

“A well deserved one from the look of things,” he spoke. “Don’t you think you deserve to have something nice after the week you’ve had Asha?”

The retort had died on her tongue as she’d taken in his words. The prouder part of her had bristled at his words and the subtle revelation of her recent series of misfortune. But try as she might she couldn’t muster up the energy within herself to snap at him, not when she’d seen the subtle note of concern within his eyes.

Did…did he actually care about her? 

It was such an unfair question to ask. But she’d remember when she’d thought the king and the prince had cared. She’d even entertained the idea that she had been the prince’s friend…and yet he couldn’t bring himself to fully trust her, even when Rosas’ future had been on the line. 

But she supposed she couldn’t blame them. 

They’d been royalty, magical royalty who had no obligation to care for the needs and feelings of a non-magical peasant as long as they’d fulfilled their duties. No amount of frustration or disappointment she’d felt at their hands would ever be able to discredit how much good they’d achieved for the people of Rosas.

But the star had done some good, hadn’t he? He’d done it for her, and he’d probably keep doing it until he’d return, disappearing from her life forever. 

She took in an uneven breath, easing the heavy feeling that had weighted itself on her chest as her fingers slowly slid off the desk. 

Slowly, as she’d forced her eyes to meet his. She knew she was going to regret this, but save for her sanity, what else did she have to lose?

“I hate it when you’re rightt,” she relented, as the star’s smile grew. “Fine…I’ll go.”

“What?!” Bjorn, Silver and her grandfather said in unison as Valentino pleeated in shock. Lady Allard could only look on in confusion before shrugging.

“Do me ears deceive me?” Silver started as he scratched his ears. “Or did Asha just turn down the opportunity to overwork herself?!”

“Honestly…I don’t even know,” she confessed, before turning to the very satisfied looking star. “Come on, let’s go before I come to my senses.”

“Of course,” he called, as the pair followed Lady Allard out of the captain’s cabin and onto the deck.

“Doomed…” Asha heard her grandfather mutter beneath his breath before the cabin’s door closed. “My bloodline is doomed.”

Asha wasn’t sure what he’d meant by that, but she’d decided to focus on the more pressing matters at hand as she’d made their way to the surprisingly crowded deck. People both familiar and not were walking around, happily chattering while the band continued to play.

“Do you like the decoration?” Lady Allard smiled, as she’d gestured to the softly glowing lanterns that hung overhead. “We decided to take a page out of your book for it!”

“They’re beautiful,” she nodded, appreciating the streamers that had also decorated the deck’s interior as well. “How did you get this done in time?”

“It was a miracle really,” Lady Allard admitted. “But Alina  was exceptionally helpful with telling us how to decorate!”

“Mrs. Alina?” Cepheus repeated, before looking to Asha. “Wasn’t she one of your teachers?”

“My dance teacher, yes,” Asha nodded. “I’d nearly forgotten that she wasn’t originally from Rosas.”

“She’s not?”

“No,” Asha shook her head. “I think she and her family left their country when she was a little girl and ended up here, in Rosas.” She glanced around the crowd, catching sight of her teacher in question who was happily chatting with several people. 

There was something ironic about it all, she thought, while watching the crowd pass by. So many people here were celebrating the growth of the kingdom and it’s new arrivals, all whilst being blissfully unaware of the kingdom’s impending doom that lay ahead.

Turning to the source of the impending doom, she’d started, “Hey Cepheus-,”

“Hmm?” 

“If you had to rate Rosas on a scale of 1 to 10 stars, with one being the worst and ten being the best, where would you place it?”

He quirked a brow. “Rate Rosas? On what exactly? Because if we’re talking about the interior design of your castle, I’m going to need a number much lower than 1-,”

“No, no, no silly, I’m talking about in terms of the people, the architecture, the culture and community, you know things like that. What would you rate it?”

“Hmm,” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve only been here for a few days, but all things considered, I do enjoy your food, and your people are rather pleasant-,” he paused, waving to a small crowd of admiring girls. “So all in all, I think I’d give it seven me’s.”

“Seven you’s-,” she’d paused, scowling at the star’s wordplay. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“I don’t recall making that claim-,” he started.

“No, but seriously, only seven?!”

“I think seven is a very good number-,”

“But why not ten?! Isn’t Rosas perfect? I mean look at it!” she motioned to the island in the distance. “A lot of people live here, we don’t pay taxes, which is honestly amazing. We’re progressive, How in the world isn’t that perfect?:

“I should be the one asking you that,” he started as he’d leaned against the ship’s nearby hull. “After all, I wouldn’t be here to grant a ‘wish for more’ if this place was that perfect.”

“...Fine so maybe it’s not perfect! But that doesn’t mean that it’s not great for what it is and shouldn’t be around for centuries to come, right?!”

The star halted in his tracks, briefly staring at her thoughtfully before speaking, “You know Asha, if I didn’t know any better, I’d nearly be tempted to think that you’re trying to convince me to stay here” he teased as she quickly shook her head. 

“No. Absolutely not!” she’d stared at him suspiciously. “Are you trying to get on my nerves?”

“Me? Asha I would never-,”

Not this again, she facepalmed, briefly glancing past the star to Lady Allard who, to her credit, was doing her best to not ask or laugh at Asha’s misery. 

“Why don’t you two take a seat over here?” Lady Allard asked, pointing to two spare crates that had served as seats. “I’ll try and get you guys some blankets.”

“Thank you,” Asha called, watching as the noblewoman’s figure disappeared into the crowd of people. She’d nearly suspected that the noblewoman was doing everything she could to get away from the strange pair. Not that she could blame her of course. It had seemed as if the star had now redirected all his energy into aggravating her. 

“Are you cold?” Cepheus had asked, leaning towards her.

“Not yet,” she sighed as they’d taken their seat. “But wet clothes at this time of day does no one favors.”

He hummed, simply waving his hand as she’d felt all the dampness of her clothes disappear. “There, is that better?”

She nodded, a little shocked at how quickly he’d done it as he quietly shrugged off his cape, placing it within his lap before he’d pulled out a pair of sewing needles.

“What are you doing?”

“Fixing the cape,” he replied as he quickly threaded the needle. “Pity it couldn’t burn more so I could remake it from scratch, but I suppose I’ll have to make do with the damage that has been done.”

“You’d really remake it from scratch if it had been burnt?”

[wyrmguardsecrets]

I’ve been having really great rp lately. It feels like my passion for the hobby has been reignited after my really bad falling out with an ex rp partner. My trust and magic just seemed shattered. I didn’t think I would ever get it back.

The partners and guild I have now have been extremely understanding about my mental health and the breaks I have to take for it. I don’t get left behind or replaced and they always welcome me back with open arms. The stories we’ve been writing all together have been filled with high stakes and meaningful moments. Our inside jokes are funny and ones we even include new people in so they don’t feel left out. Everyone is extremely normal about rp and there’s rarely points where the lines get blurred. When they do, we all just stop and talk. We’re just here to write and have fun and be friends.

My main rp partner has not only been my best friend but also has helped heal so much of that broken trust with the community and people in general. Having them in my corner on an ooc level has meant the world to me, especially when others have used me and left me in the past. I never would have joined the guild if it weren’t for them, but they encouraged me to leave my comfort zone in a healthy way.

I really do feel so blessed to have all of you. I wish I could show you all just how much I love you and how our group has saved me from one of the darkest points in my life. Thank you. <3

.

[fireemblems24]

Azure Gleam Ch 9

More Azure Gleam to come. So far it's doing everything I wished AM did or had time for.

STORY

Oh, the title includes "Reunion." I'm guessing Dimitri and Edelgard talk again?

Curious how they'll handle this. Because if Dimitri does talk to her and it becomes clear he's after TWSITD, what does Edelgard do? Keep insisting on war or give up and team up with Dimitri against TWSITD? It's OOC for her to give up and let Rhea and the Kingdom live their lives, but prioritizing killing Dimitri and Rhea above even taking TWSITD down would be, eh, questionable on her end to put it lightly. Really curious to see how the writers deal with this.

The Empire is stalemating at Arianrhod. Shez is worried about supplies, but Dedue thinks they need to prepare more first.

Oh, look at that, Dimitri being smart. He plans on cutting off Edelgard's supply line. Since she only uses one, that's brilliant.

Shez thinks if Dimitri pulls this off, he wins the war.

So I'm betting the big enemy will switch from Edelgard to TWSITD. It would be cool for Edelgard to team up with Dimitri against TWSITD, but I doubt that'll happen. She'll probably die or go and join up with TWSITD or escape but the big focus will still be TWSITD and Edelgard a footnote on the way there, hence powering up the Empire after Dimitri would've otherwise taken them out.

Feels like this is going to end part 1, like how GW just ended.

Oh, Claude!? First time we've seen him in a while in AG. Oh, shit, is Claude going to bail out Edelgard for no real reason except writers said so? Because it would make no sense to help the Imperialists if he wants the Alliance to remain standing.

He's wondering what the Alliance will do, what's best for them and trying to predict who's going to win.

Oh, wow, I really expected AG to get the 1 battle deal this time, but nope. Good.

MAP/SIDE BATTLES

Lamo, Shez thinks one hundred Dimitris would wipe the floor with the Empire.

I got to compliment Dedue. Life complete.

Yuri sold Edelgard a tip about a secret passage. He saying some skeevy stuff about that count. I'm betting we'll recruit him this time. He doesn't seem to like Count Rowe's general dude lol.

Dimitri saying he's not good around children in the expedition dialogue is funny, since it's fairly cannon that they like him.

INGRID & RODRIGUE B SUPPORT

Aww, Ingrid got to return to Fraldarius territory and went down memory lane. Again, another support that reinforces how tied all the Faerghus team are together.

It struggles with having enough food too. I think it's the influx of refugees causing the shortages.

Cool details. There's new shops and good roads.

She finally faced it and wants to keep visiting it. Of course, Rodrigue says she should.

Haha, Ingrid ordered Glenn around. Not surprised.

And Rodrigue says it's ok to show weakness and not just worry about pushing forward. He's such a team dad. And very much in line with the themes in the Blue Lions.

ASHE & DEDUE B SUPPORT

Dedue made his own tea blend!!! Ok, Seteth officially has competition for #1 husbando in Fodlan now.

OFC he made it for Dimitri, lamo.

You would forever be second place to Dimitri with Dedue lol.

The tea reminds Ashe of some Lonato made.

And OFC it's a tea to calm nerves. He made it for Dimitri after all.

ASHE & DIMITRI B SUPPORT

Dimitri is checking on Ashe, esp with his role as a knight. Everyone's been nice to him, which is good, but Ashe is still unsure of himself.

Dimitri pretty much knighted everyone who's now his knights.

Ashe has a more romantic view of knighthood. Someone who's loyal to the king and protects their leader and their people.

Then Dimitri's like, naw, they're here to kill people. Loyalty is only there to control them.

Very in-character for both of them.

Dimitri's like go ahead and follow that code, but don't die for it. Now he's talking about Glenn. And how he wants Ashe to choose life over loyalty.

So THAT'S why Ashe defects. He's so miserable about it.

FUCKING FINALLY. All the points to Ashe. Glenn didn't die because Faerghus is toxic. He died because he wanted to protect his best friend. He argues that there's nothing wrong with that.

Ashe respects Dimitri so much. He's so wholesome.

DEDUE & PETRA B SUPPORT

More language learning lessons. She wants to learn the language to help Brigid diplomatically. It's too bad she can't get a teacher in-house.

Dedue is sorta doing the same for Duscur, though not royalty so not as much power.

Dimitri wants to make Duscur independent again. I'm so glad AG is paying more attention to Duscur.

Petra also realizes that Dedue is more than just Dimitri's bodyguard.

Giving these two a support was a brilliant idea.

DIMITRI & SYLVAIN B SUPPORT

Aww, Dimitri didn't want House Gautier's opinion, but Sylvain's. Their relationship is underrated.

Lamo, Dimitri is speaking with others about bringing commoners into the nobility. This game does a shit job justifying Edelgard's war if everyone is on their way to doing what she's killing them for not doing.

The main concern is lack of crests. And funny that it's Sylvain defending them and Dimitri saying it doesn't matter. The more you learn about Sylvain, the less sense he makes defecting to the Empire.

Lamo, the Kingdom is already discussing the possibility of getting rid of inheritance.

Sylvain only shows the political side of himself to Felix and Dimitri.

I love this support. Dimitri is just showing Sylvain with compliments and expressing how much he relies on Sylvain (which is very healthy for him to admit). Then Sylvain is admiring Dimitri back.

DIMITRI & FELIX B SUPPORT

My first Dimilix support in Hopes. It better be good.

Ah, starts with Felix calling Dimitri an idiot, these two are just so . . . I love them. One of the most complex relationships in all of Fire Emblem. And I live for it.

"Idiot, let me worry for you!!!" Is the most Dimilix(Felix) thing ever.

Felix has a mother, everyone. I think she got mentioned before, but power to her for actually existing!!!

Then Felix gets mad at Dimitri for worrying about him and not his own issues, It's the most Felix ever. And then Dimitri's like, oh, that's not possible.

Oh, no, now Dimitri is going off about revenge. And Felix isn't thrilled about it.

Oh, shit is getting real. Dimitri thinks Felix might hate him because he could do nothing when Glenn died and feels so guilty over it.

Felix "I don't hate you, ok." Haha, I love these two idiots.

Dimitri has such horrible survivor's guilt. He feels so guilty for surviving and that Glenn died protecting him. It makes me wonder what kind of hell his head went through when he thought Dedue died in Houses (or actually does die, including CF). That has to be like worst nightmare shit.

Felix is like, ugh, just eat!!

MAIN BATTLE

Shamir and Catherine! Together, as it should be.

Miklan is here too. Still not sure how to feel about this. Ohh, he's the one who cut ties?

He's starting to come around to liking working for the army though. Shamir called him out for having a bad attitude too lol.

Annette is so much shorter than the rest of the Blue Lions lol. She's standing next to Dedue. Who thought that was a good idea. They can barely fit into the same frame lamo.

So Persuade Shamir and Yuri are strategy options. I was confused until I saw Shamir was an allied general and Yuri an enemy one. Getting to both of them, obviously.

I'm guessing Miklain's death is unavoidable? Eh. Seems pointless to bring him back at all.

Isn't this were Ingrid died in SB? Worst moment in the game so far. 

Aha, cool! Cutscene time. And seems it's cannon here that Dimitri defeated Edelgard in combat. He just keeps racking up the badassery in this game. 

So glad Dimitri didn't just let her run. So annoying when heroes do that, except Thales is here to fuck things up. 

Wait, Edelgard FINALLY told him about Thales? Girl, you (maybe?) could've spared all of Fodlan a lot of pain if you just said that earlier. 

Dimitri just whipping the magic away. He's so cool in all of these cutscenes. 

Thales bullshit magic abilities ruining a potential team up. (Could they ever? She seems hellbent on taking over his country so . . .)

Oh, hey, hegemon. 

AG really is going to go there! TWSITD is really the big bad, not Edelgard. Don't misunderstand, Edelgard is the superior villain. But since Dimitri gets two stories, I'm glad one will focus on TWSITD and (hopefully) send Edelgard to the backseat. Bc him vs her again, what's the point? 

Aw, Shez saving Dimitri. These two have such a wholesome relationship. I really like it more than I expected too. 

Aww, this stuff with Shez and Dimitri just keeps piling up. Shez feels so worried about having the same powers, but Dimitri just doesn't care. Still trusts her. It's so sweet. 

I also love how Shez has some personal involvement in this route. It's kinda missing in the other two. 

Dimitri - "I alone-" Felix shuts that down, ofc. Good though. I'm glad seeing Ingrid and Annette speak up. It's obvious to remember how Felix and Dedue got their lives changed, but so glad they called back to what Ingrid and Annette dealt with too. 

Felix saying Dimitri's name so soft when he's hurt. My heart. 

Oh, Ferdinand's dad, Duke Aegir is now in control? What happened to Edelgard? (also, I sorta love how so many dads got whitewashed, but they went full evil with this guy still lamo). 

Is TWSITD controlling Edelgard? Lamo, that's one creative way to write her out of the story without letting her team up with Dimitri or choosing TWSITD over giving up conquest.  

(sorry for the weird formatting, some of this is copy and pasted)

xxxxx

[abyssal-stardust]

✶ What do you see in the darkness? ✶

Hidden within shadows, blessed by the holy light of the stars, I remain. The one and only in control of everything that darkness reaches. Join me, your lord and savior, Noli, and we shall achieve what NO ONE ELSE ever could! Us, united, under the crest of midnight.

♱ Rules, star follower. - Haha... Such simple minds desire the dirtiest things! I'll allow it... - Blessed by the stars, may you show kindness for their decision - You'll have a rather... Explosive ending you disobey what I've laid out for you - I'll be back with more later... Tata, followers!

-> I feel like. People won't super like how I play Noli but.... Oh well. He's still gonna be the funny haha YTP killer but to a lesser extent. So if that... Bothers you or something then you can just leave. -> Please note that topics of RELIGIOUS, CULT/CULT PRACTICES and TOPICS RELATED will be present on this blog. If you dislike any of this then please BLOCK AND SCROLL AWAY. I am not forcing you to be here! Carter to yourself, dears! -> HCs galore! -> Any and all interactions are welcomed! -> I'm v open to shipping with this guy I just uh... Don't really ship anyone w/Noli so </3 -> IC answers will be in PURPLE -> OOC answers will be COLORLESS -> HC post here -> Enjoy the void~!

[armanicatherina]

HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL !

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i want to say i first joined chambordrp in 2014 ? it didn't last too long but the group made a comeback in 2015 and i'm so so grateful that it did. admin m had asked me to join the admin team ( of just herself ) to help her with some ( hideous, i'm sure ) graphics, and here i am, this many years later ! back then, i was a baby high school student, procrastinating my assignments because my rp partners were waiting on a reply. at the time, the group was a hot mess, and the most serious plots were angsty exes and besties who had a falling out. i'd joined with some iteration of armani with a cara delevingne fc which is still so wild to me bc that will forever be gaia to me. i was going through my inbox and do you guys remember when we used to plot in our inboxes ?? i literally have asks from viveka-b from 2015 and i can't believe how far we've come.

which characters have you written over the years ?

oh goddd... armani, beatriz, a chris wood fc who's name i can't remember for the life of me, a maia mitchell, a zoey deutch, kostya, kseniya ( i still can't believe i played my own cousin 💀 ), jelani and ines... and liselotte, my samke baby <3

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

anything romanov-related i've felt so lucky to be a part of ! so much so, that i needed two whole romanovs to play with. the poisoning of alexei / roman v milena plotline had a grip on me, even though my roles were so miniscule. i'm copying answers here but i will always have a soft spot for viani. they've come so far from that six-way thread where evy and martha had to rp with themselves. ani has always been my little guilty pleasure character and i'm so glad that martha felt similarly enough for us to be able to bring them back and close their chapter. it's their two year anniversary soon, i'm in shambles.

what about other people's plotlines ?

you already KNOW i'm a sucker for ships. samke is forever my otp, i sometimes forget that femkris was a thing ?? my eyes were glued whenever we got new farnauld or annexei content. if i could list out every single hshqship here, i would. i love love <3

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

i've had a surprising lot of fun playing jelani, which i really hadn't expected when he was first born, with a reece king fc. it's been so entertaining to write someone so unapologetically messy and i think what i loved most about writing with him was how easy it was to have chem with other characters. jelani and aurel were so easy, i love my brotp. jelstrid and jelimpia will always have a place in my heart. i also can't not say armani. she's not a character with too much depth but she was always a character that i could come back to for something light-hearted and one that i feel like i've grown up with. i just love the oranje-nassaus so much. not a character, but it was so much fun being a part of the gossip blog. it was so unserious and i used to read back on some of the answers and laugh at how funny everyone is.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

not exactly a plotline but every event has been so fun, even when we'd thought they'd get repetitive. the points games, the auction event, the murder mystery. i loved how involved everyone would get, both ic and ooc. you guys have kept this group so fresh and interesting.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

not at all.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

i wish i'd gotten more time with invente ! i'm so glad that i was naomi'd into bringing ines. i had great big shoes to fill after sylvia but i had such a fun time writing ines and i'm glad i'd gotten the chance. writing fanni x ines threads really helped me better understand her character and i wish i had more time to explore her more.

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

i'm going to ditto martha and say battling the crazy muns. i know i've just written paragraphs on paragraphs about how big a part this rp has been to me but,,, we've had our fair share of crazies ! i'm glad we could all laugh about it after. the admin snapchat group with eve and evy will also have a special place in my heart. you probably don't remember but i vividly remember us all sending each other voice notes and being shocked by each other's accents ??? i was so skeptical about discord at first but i'm so glad i joined. it's made every event and each bit of drama so much juicier and it's given me the chance to get to know u all better. serre loves me so much, she sent me donuts for valentine's day last year and i'm still emo abt it

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

discord ! i might check this blog every once in a while but i think it's time for me to finally let tumblr rest.

what else would you like to say ?

i've said a few things here but this honestly feels so bittersweet to me. the dash has been dead for a little bit now but i've, quite honestly, still been checking it daily, hoping there'll be a little something new for me to read and hold onto. i really never would have imagined that a group of fictional royals would have had such a grip on me. each character was so fleshed out that i couldn't help but feel invested in all these stories and now that it's time for the group to close, i'm hit with the fact that i have to say goodbye to so many characters i've watched grow, but also a community that i've grown up around. my writing has improved drastically over the years and it's a testament to the sheer talent of the people in this group. every single member of this group over the years has been so instrumental in the worldbuilding and it's so crazy to look at hshq and remember that it all stemmed from a rich kids rp. i've said it to e and evy but this group is honestly legendary, in our obscure little community. not just in longevity but the rise of model fcs and medium gifs in the rpc definitely started here ! you guys are so so talented and it's been such a privilege to be a part of it. if your muse ever strikes, i hope you'll write a thread or two here. i've yet to read the final chapters popping up on my dash – i'm still in denial and i'm not ready to let these characters go. i don't want to sound too sappy and dramatic, but what we had here was truly rare. i adore you all and i hope we stay in touch <3