#i may have to explain a few things a bout her tho...

[the-3merald-butterfly]

So for my first post of 2025 I'd like to introduce an OC of mine!! This is Willow!!

She's a bit of an Old OC, but for those who don't know, She's Rayman's sister!!! (And Also the Magician's (R1) Daughter) she's based off of the Rayman Prototype (the little Raygirl that we see that got scrapped!)

[madebyrolo]

Chapter 6

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☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

Jacob drove them to a pizza place in Port Angeles. They walk in the restaurant and get seated in a booth. They order their drinks and a pepperoni pizza.

“So y/n how was your life back in Chicago” Jacob asked starting up a convo.

“I lived in a neighborhood just outside of the city. Even tho it would get loud I loved being able to walk around everywhere. My neighbors/closet friends, Diego and Amber, we would always walk to 711 or just around the city late at night. Once at a sleepover we got high and just spent hours roaming around the city. We got lost at some point but we ended up finding the best taco truck.” y/n explained.

“How ‘bout you? Tell me about La Push ” She said

“Well the rez is quiet unlike the city. Not much goes around just wolves here and there” he says with a small laugh

“Wait is there wolfs here??” she asked

“Um yea in a way” Jacob said with a nervous grin

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked

Jacob knew he wasn’t allowed to tell her, but something inside felt like he could trust her. He only knew y/n for not even 48 hours but he knew like she would be around forever .It wouldn’t be easy telling someone about humans turning into werewolves.

“Okay, the Quiluetes have some tribal stories where we are descents from Wolfs. We would shift to them when we would feel our enemies presence in our blood. Apparently our body temperature rises to unhumanly highs.” Jacob explained 

They never said he couldn’t tell tribal “stories”

“Wow. Do you know anybody who shifted? Who are your enemies?” She asked him eagerly

“Y/n these are just myths. My dad he’s a council member,they share these stories when we have meetings. No harm just fun little stories.” He said

“Oh, that would be cool tho. Would you want to ‘wolf out’” y/n asked Jacob.

“Um yea it would be nice, but a down side is when you do your clothes are ripped off and you have to always have a pair of clothes hidden somewhere. Also there’s a thing called imprinting- ” but before he could explain what it was the server comes with their food.

“Here’s your pizza, is there anything else I can get you?” He asked y/n. He had mischief in his eyes, pink creeping up on his cheeks and a smirk plastered.

“Um no thanks…” Y/n said giving him a confused yet disgusted look

“Well my name is Will, holler if you need anything.” He said with a wink and walked away.

“Okay I may be young but I know hes trying get in your pants.” Jake said

“Jake! Obviously but I don’t know that’s so embarrassing…” she said

“Oh wait maybe if you flirt back you can get is a free desert!!!” He told her

“Omg should I try it?”

“Yes their lava cakes are soo good you gotta try them!”

“Alright later but let’s dig in.”

Jacob was somewhat relived he didn’t have to finishing explaining what imprinting was to her. It’s a beautiful thing but explaining it to a girl would feel a little awkward.

An hour passed and they successfully walked out with a free desert but unfortunately with a phone number. Y/n threw it in her cup holder and started her car.

“Alright it 4:12, wanna do something els?” Y/n asked Jacob

“Let’s go this bookstore. I’ll give you the directions.” Jacob said

“Okay let’s go, I’ve been meaning to visit the library but too lazy”

Jacob had a plan. He can’t tell her the truth but like they say the truth will always come out.

They soon arrived to the book store. They walked in and started browsing.

“I really wanna get looking for Alaska and Peace like a river” she said while she looks through the fiction section

Jacob goes on his own and looks through the Native American history’s section. He picks up a book about the Quileute history and picks up a random book to making sure his plan works out. After y/n finds her books they both check and leave.

Y/n dropped off Jacob home and she then stopped by the store on her way home. She picked up a few of her favorite snacks for tonights movie marathon. Once she got home she put her new books away did her nightly routine. She got into some comfortable pjs and picked a movie out her family’s DVD collection to finish off the day.

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[toinfinitywinning]

How it Began? As a kid, until something bad happens all you know is innocence. Bounce back. Resilience. Words and thoughts your growing mind can’t get its synapses matured yet. And by bad, I mean it rocks you. You’re crying. You’re asking why for the first time poor thing it’s forever; you’re confused. You cannot process the magnitude of the incident and sometimes may even require Counseling to help guide you through it…NVR goes away.

And then.

I mean it’s sad, Right? Being born isn’t your introduction “hey!” realization and rationality Day, it’s your Birth Day. Period. Everyone’s glad you’re here. But you’re not going to know anything for a Long time. Everyone’s with me. Hopefully, b/c I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout no babies. And Well, most people R glad you’ve come unless you’re..ok no not that rn.

BUT

First time you are hurt and are able to process and internalize that new feeling it’s like welcome to the jungle we got fun and games! And I remember that moment for me. It wasn’t when I smacked my head and got hit with bats and sliced my fingers open trying to whittle (Dad’s fault) to make a teepee which now I’m not sure should be a thing. Also tried to make a tornado bottle like those science fair ppl had. The ones that won. B/c they actually figured out how to puncture a hole in a plastic 2 liter top without stitches and having to explain what in the Hell you were doing (Heather u said you might be here so I know you’re with the gear Shift trauma rn). For me until now it’s never been me physically hurt or incapable that’s defeating me—defeating—adjective : defeated—also adjective but untrue. This is different and I hate it b/c of that. I was born with vampire senses at least that’s what vampire diaries says. I feel everything so intensely that often it has trickled over to affecting me physically. I suppose a Good example is a panic attack but I’ve moved onto bigger things. I’ll be one of those ppl on ppl magazine whose ღ ended hearing bad News. This could get dark so I’ll Stop at bad News. It’s funny -I have all this time. And most of the time I don’t enjoy the time but I’ve thought a lot of that time some about when I was a kid. Just free fallin’. Before I got the anxious bug again I was fine being serendipitous and sporadic. One time I put a Friends name in my calendar even tho I knew I knew the time. That stuff. So back to the carefree kid. Like, 8+ I have to clearest memories. I want to take a sec to say how sad that is!! There is no question that I was the kid with the most bandaids. There are pictures and I Love them. Pain didn’t really bother me. Not like this. And I’ve had a lot of very serious injuries and surgeries. Why can’t I be her? It’s all about control.Sometimes staying in a State of any negative, sad emotion or trying time becomes comfortable so it becomes routine. Safe. This can Go downhill quickly. But I promise something from my psych minor talks about this my sister would know. Anyways you gotta get out and can’t.

I was in this State Right before I got sick but I pulled myself out of that creepy Ass Edgar Allen poem pit and swing thing b/c I didn’t like it anymore. But this is a Choice promise. And there’s not statute of limitations on how Long it takes you or if you even get to make a Choice time which is already a Mountain.I tend to be really open and candid. I would be a horrible Celebrity. First of all they’d only have pictures of me in sweatpants. But the openness isn’t for me or really anybody unless someone does see it and be seen. I never had that. And that’s no one’s fault. We didn’t have Smart phones which ironically give us cancer and often stupidity from the crap you read due to that algorithm. A few people reached out in my DM’s and on posts to just do this I guess and throw in a Basketball time to time.I was stuck. And I had well…a very eye opening bad experience. I don’t think I’ll ever share that publicly. But I was terrified. Something came over me when I got to my car and it wasn’t a Voice it was a direction. To home. Safety. Familiar. Routine. I knew sooner than immediately that I was done. That’s it. There’s a pattern in this pattern. You see?So all that is taken care of and now we will work on my eating Disorder. Anorexia, restrictive ED/exercise bulimia and body dysmorphia. You get it. Add this in with Addiction. Talk about stuck. All I can think of to compare it to is that scary book w/ a wizard and a whirlpool and IDEK how it ends but that was always enough for me to be done w/ that story. So, You’re bound to have one after losing 150 lbs over two and a half years and now can see your bones and muscles. Hey you’re confident again Good for you. This will not sustain. You lost weight probably all the wrong ways anyway but it worked. And you’re still in control. Things have changed and u know what to do to keep your skeleton up. One gust of wind or fainting and head stitches again having to hurry and tell your Apple Watch not to call the rescue’s and you’re an inch closer to hospitalization. Doin’ fine.All I had Left was my eating Disorder to work on and I’d made so much progress. I’ll expand on this but you actually have to eat when you’re sick. I won’t thank COVID-19 for that tho. Sometimes u can follow all the rules and still get *BEEP, explicative!* sooner or later it would have risen. So that infamous Day I’d just finished my hour walk and like had been doing about to eat w/ my Parents. I remember it like it wasn’t a 26 month old toddler Day away. One sniff. Mom -please get COVID tested. I remember being annoyed. B/c I have taken all the precautions. Well so do a lot of people and things still happen OUT of our control. This became the problem. Two saddest things about that next few days is I made my Dad say Shit when I came up positive then gave it to my Mom. I cannot tell you the guilt I would be carrying had this been the other Way around.I had lived my Addiction free Life and started to heal my ED rest of my Life. For 3 weeks. I felt so light. Felt so free. Brave and proud. More authentic. B/c being stuck and not being able to fix things yourself takes a lot of deleted Pride and bad bad bad experiences apparently. Wakey wakey. Why’s it gotta be that Way? At least it’s the Gentry way. I’d rather not keep that up.Crushed. Pre healing I couldn’t Exercise for 2-4 hours daily. Wake up at 5 am still kinda dazed and do 100 push-up’s then 10lb weights, several sets. Not one thing from a video or trainer but i can see everything chiseled so gotta be doing something right. Then walk a mile and a half or 10000 steps before you even answer a call at work. All this to have your evening free. To see your ribs and sometimes ✔ the camera Cloud to make sure that 10 pound added weight doesn’t happen. Showering at lunch break. Oh it was a machine. And ppl knew. I’m very aware. I lean toward empathy as well.

I was very very sick. Different sick. And TBH as much of Hell this is and might forever be I’d rather this. Even a broken ღ that was your stupidity and blinders anyway. Although I cannot control this it’s not an intensity of emotion in those skinny Ass bones I can’t turn off anymore. Need size zero and xs. Ghastly. I can answer a question of would you rather in this Case. My ღ literally aches. It’s all of the omnipresent and then some. So intense and relentless. I could change my mind tomorrow. Right now.

This Pain is Physical. Not my fault. Wasn’t abused. Can’t control this either and I’d never wish it on all but one person but idk. I feel things that intensely. I’d be the X-Ray Report that says torn or damaged in about nine places after my ACL tear. The Report was an entire page LOL. That is not common I don’t think. Should’ve just said everything is bad take your 2nd of now Four ambulance trips with your Dad to the ER.

Let me be clear. This is very hard to put into words. It’s less I guess that I wouldn’t barter but sometimes you’re just like please give me that Pain instead, just for a while.

Right now I am comfortable in Pain. Isn’t that pathetic yet tragic? I meannn. Whole body Pain. It’s emotional too trust me but this it takes first. Imagine…the control freak. This is not acute. Feeling without Pain even temporarily is kinda scary and better word unsettling. You want to get better of course but your body has done such a 180 that it becomes what you’re worried about and what makes you nervous. It’s an evil Domino set mouse wheel. Let me also add that long-haul Covid and dysautonomia and pots all of them happened because my body had gotten so healthy again it went in overdrive to try to help me and then couldn’t stop. How nice. Kindly. I’ve learned things about my body and about what people can experience and I didn’t want to. I will never again scoff at someone for saying that they are debilitated because, they are in constant pain or too “tired”... They can’t be safely aware. I’m ashamed I ever thought that about people because there is no take a Tylenol and lay down. There is no taking a nap and you’ll wake up refreshed. That’s all bullshit at this point, and it hurts if you have to ever explain it because you can’t, like so many other things until it happens to you you don’t really know how you feel like a lot of things you can swear that you’ll react one way or the other but when something happens to your kid or someone you love (dare i say abortion as a topic) all the sudden it’s personal and you’re thinking something you never thought you would. Or not. The struggle is actually real.



There is a lot of trauma or some type of PTSD with being this sick for this long as well because you sit comfortably, you know exactly what’s going to happen. If then, then that some of which are terrifying I shake I can’t believe anyone has to deal with this and yet I’m not even one of the most serious cases if you can believe that. Then there’s the Gaslighting. Go to stone ridge and admit yourself for anxiety. NAH. Thankfully all of my docs have been first class with no doors blown off.

I want to say I’ve learned a lesson.. karma. I deserve this. I should’ve seen it coming. Let me be clear again. No one deserves this and yet we’re human and stuff still happens to good and bad people. losing control has been difficult, but I feel like I’ve learned so much about, literal heartache and pain that only someone who was going through the same thing can identify with. there aren’t words. I’m not trying to paint a picture of someone who is on oxygen and dying or taking chemo, but I think that you can hold sadness in several different ways without feeling guilty. you can own What you’re going through. it’s OK to be angry at God at anything and I’ve had to realize that and it’s taken a long time and I think I still am working on it because I think I’m over here. not famished. not taken hostage. not bombed. I have a bed to lay in when I feel bad. U can’t compare things like this and you shouldn’t anyway. I think in doing that it’s never productive anyway. I don’t like being helped which is ironic because I have some co dependencies still and yearning to stay close to what is familiar and home and safe I’ve had to put my or whatever aside and my confidence out the window because yes, you will gain weight not exercising that much but you literally can’t do things at first. I was using a cane to get to the bathroom. I would pant no exaggeration like a dog for at least an hour sometimes after walking 10 feet, ask my mom she was on the couch across from me and we’re both thinking what just happened. or you have to use spoons because you’re shaking so much. Don’t even try a fork w/ rice. or you’re so confused that you always have to have what I would say and interpreter at this point, and praise God that there r doctors surrounding me. I have needed so much help and I think part of accepting help is also allowing someone else to practice stewardship and I think somewhere possibly the Bible at some point you can’t continue to deny someone’s help because they have to have the experience of helping and we both know each feeling. Frankly need it sometimes there are things that not even Gentry will speak of that I’ve gone through but somehow I’m thinking wow Pooh bear was correct. I really am stronger than I seem and I thought that the last time I was in a bad place life is nuts except help, if you don’t have the hope or faith let your family hold it for you. It’s still there. You just can’t get it yet and I cringe to say it, but I have learned so much and whether I heal completely or not writing all this again is therapeutic one, but two when people can identify with someone else, it is a very intimate experience the kind of intensity I feel with everything. I tell people I don’t want to hear ‘you’re going to get better’ because you don’t know that. we can pray for it, but I’ve given prayer a hard time as I’m able to complain, not going to church routinely. Then again going to church is just the building. Sadly tru 4 2 many. a reflection of your yearning for community and a place of hope and routine. we know from the current state in this world that going in a church and coming back out there’s nothing Christian about it, but I’m thankful that I have been held. I’ve even asked. Dad has even had to hang onto me. I’ve been in a wheelchair. I’ve had a bed pan. things that would normally humiliate you. You get humbled immediately. You may have your arms and legs, but there will be times you will need to be pried off the floor, there will be times that your head stays on a cold marble kitchen counter for hours because you don’t have the strength to walk 20 steps to your bed. Covid sucks. it has ruined lives, marriages, people have gone bankrupt. People have died. Mistreated. People have had experiences much worse than mine, and they didn’t deserve it either even if they didn’t take precaution like I did which is part of why I was so frustrated with getting sick. and again i was at that point I had gotten healthy. So ofc, the more prone your body go into hyperdrive. Trying to heal you. and that’s still where I’m at.

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

Hiya!! I’ve stopped by once or twice to ogle and awe at your artwork—but recently you have installed mercy and junkrat *into my brain*—SPECIFICALLY, your Angela and Jamison. But I am also obsessed with with Junkhog 😭😭SO I WAS WONDERING—do you have any headcanons serious/silly/otherwise for those three? (Be it interactions between themselves or just things about them!

I seriously cannot applaud you enough, I don't think I've ever seen an artsyle that I adore with all my heart until you T^T thank you for creating!!

Ahhh thank you!! 😭💖💖 I'm really glad you like!! Those three are my favs to draw rn so I'm glad you're enjoying~ And thank you so so much for the kind words about my art style 🥺💖💖

I've drawn the 3 of them together a few times; you can find most things I've drawn of them together in my "mercyhograt" tag. ;0

I have a blurb abt their dynamic in my carrd (and also all my other ovw ships/etc), but I'll include the blurb + some other notes under the cut (cw for some suggestive talk maybe?):

Blurb from my carrd (somewhat outdated, wrote this in like march or sth & i kinda softened their dynamic a bit):

Mercy/Roadrat -> she's mostly just friends/begrudging acquaintances. She finds them exasperating. The three of them slept together like once or twice for some reason. (????) Occasionally is a little patronizing toward them, especially Junkrat. Despite her frustrations w them she worries abt them and their health & wants the best for them. Tends to be more earnest around Roadhog, thinks a little more highly of him than Junkrat. Junkrat is kinda oblivious that she finds him exhausting and is mostly friendly to her, tho he thinks it's annoying when she lectures him. Roadhog trusts her and generally agrees with her, but finds her kind of pretentious and a killjoy.

Other things:

◇ Junkrat mainly hangs out w Mercy when Roadhog's away on a mission + d.va and lúcio aren't around

◇ junkrat & mercy sometimes do random frivilous stuff together like spa days, watching trashy movies, getting dressed up, going to cafes/bakeries (lmao??? Listen idk)

◇ Junkrat has kind of an earnest crush on Mercy; Mercy doesn't have the same feelings; they don't rly talk about it much & their relationship is mostly friendship

◇ I don't think Junkrat rly flirts w Mercy tho, he mainly lets her make any advances if she feels like it (??)

◇ Mercy & Roadhog have like a mutual trust but they don't really hang out much? Mercy thinks Roadhog's like immensely cool™️ but she'd never admit that to him lmao;;

◇ mercy & roadhog work pretty well together on missions; but if Junkrat's there too, roadhog's more inclined to follow Junkrat's lead which can cause leadership tension (since mercy tends to act as leader on missions)

◇ Roadhog thinks Mercy's corny but tolerable & trusts her medical advice

◇ Roadhog's not attracted to Mercy & loves to act like a little hater around her (esp when she and Junkrat are trying to like impress him or wtv), but he actually finds her efforts kinda entertaining lmao

◇ despite all her complaints abt the two of them Mercy earnestly trusts their expertise in fighting and mechanics (<latter is mainly junkrat)

◇ Junkrat & Roadhog do occasionally have a little bit of animosity toward her (or mainly toward overwatch) for being less sympathetic (? Or kinda just patronizing or not fully understanding) to junkers/life in the outback post-omnium explosion, tho this kinda happens in bouts idk (? Not rly sure how to explain what im imagining)

Comics/scenes I wanna draw sometime but may or may not:

◇ Junkrat asking Mercy to teach him how to dance so he can woo Roadhog at some holiday party or sth (??)

◇ Junkrat talking to Mercy abt his apprehension w getting healthy & aging, & how it relates to his relationship w roadhog (also partially abt Mercy's struggle w treating the two them)

◇ Junkrat, Roadhog, and Mercy go on a mission together where they infiltrate a casino (???)

◇ junkrat & mercy eating at a cafe together (??? Lmao idk)

Ok I think that's it.... mainly mercyrat, tbh I don't imagine a lot of mercy & hog.

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Karkat Vantas

Page 387-391

DAVE: now you know i like to deflect as much as the next person

DAVE: but ive had mad substantial character development in the last few minutes

DAVE: so maybe im willing to entertain the notion that i may be in the wrong here

ROXY: o damn fr?

DAVE: no ive never been wrong in my entire life

DAVE: but if its important to you i can rein it in

DAVE: practically a saint

DAVE: even though the only religions that really existed on the new earth we made was fucked up clown catholicism and sixty-nine troll jesus

DAVE: cant really call the pope and ask to be sainted like back on real earth

ROXY: could u rly

DAVE: yeah thats how it worked

ROXY: i dont believe u but i dont know enough about religion to argue

DAVE: its ok im making most of it up

DAVE: the only god i know is the god of rhymes

DAVE: incase that wasnt clear im the god of rhymes

DAVE: its me

ROXY: i thought u were a god of times

DAVE: amateur mistake

DAVE: the letters are right next to each other

DAVE: even then its not like im using the time stuff much anymore

DAVE: not since...

DAVE: ...

ROXY: i saw u use ur time powers earlier today to make a banana less brown

DAVE: i have explained this over and over

DAVE: you need to eat the banana before it goes bad

ROXY: its not bad just ripe

DAVE: this is fucking outrageous

ROXY: maybe if u stopped slicing fruit with ur sword all the time u might understand

ROXY: the subtle intricacies

ROXY: of fruit science

DAVE: is fruit science just going apeshit on a practically moldy banana

ROXY: lmao

DAVE: dont "luhmayo" me

ROXY: lol

DAVE: like i got time to be lectured by somebody who says "lole"

DAVE: barbaric

DAVE: i come from a more civilized era

DAVE: i drink my scotch as i sit before the mantle

DAVE: having just returned from the hunt

DAVE: a fire in the hearth dwindling down just so

DAVE: ah yes roxy old bean jolly good

DAVE: i hold my pinky out as i take a sip from my chalice because im not a fucking animal

DAVE: you make some sort of unbelievable jest and i say ell oh ell like a real person

ROXY: ok jake english

DAVE: this is the most heinous thing youve ever said to me

ROXY: theres somethin i gotta ask

ROXY: bout u kno who

DAVE: voldemort

ROXY: no

DAVE: is it voldemort

ROXY: its not voldemort

DAVE: you havent mentioned wizards once this conversation so im gonna have to assume its voldemort

ROXY: its about

ROXY: you know

ROXY: dirk

DAVE: ok shoot

ROXY: what do we do

DAVE: what do you mean

ROXY: u know when we catch up

ROXY: what r we gonna do

DAVE: maybe

DAVE: this whole thing is kinda bullshit and we are adults capable of being the people we need to be at the time it is appropriate to be that person

ROXY: what do u mean

DAVE: ok so theres this flower

ROXY: omg not u too with the flower

ROXY: i heard this story like five times

DAVE: oh ok

DAVE: but you get it right

DAVE: the story is what you make it

DAVE: and in that case maybe we are assigning this cosmic importance to things that dont need metatextual meaning

ROXY: i rly dont think thats the point of the story tbh

DAVE: then what do you think it means

ROXY: broson im sayin this with the utmost respect for u

ROXY: its not that deep

ROXY: its just a story

DAVE: then what about this

DAVE: do you think dirks right

DAVE: are we just a story that needs a villain

DAVE: are we heroes rescuing a damsel in distress

DAVE: or are we just people doing things that feel right at the time

ROXY: ya maybe this is just our arc

DAVE: i dont think life is just a series of arcs

ROXY: well to be fair

ROXY: our lives have just been a series of arcs

ROXY: and we r basically rushin off to save a damsel

ROXY: tho dont tell her i said that lmao

ROXY: ofc i want everyone to sort it out

ROXY: hunky dory

DAVE: but thats not what youre asking

ROXY: but thats not what im askin

ROXY: what i wanna know is

ROXY: do u think u can kill him

ROXY: if it comes to it

DAVE: i-

KARKAT: AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ROXY: wtf was that

DAVE: he probably found one of callies little gifts

DAVE: been seein a lot more of them lately which debunks his leading theory that theyve been livin in the vents

ROXY: what

DAVE: i cant believe he never told you

DAVE: its all he talks about

DAVE: i told him it was kinda nuts but

DAVE: you know how he can get

ROXY: well i think since jades regular now

ROXY: callies felt more comfortable being up and around

ROXY: before they were just in the room nesting snug as a bug in a rug

DAVE: nesting

ROXY: ya like a bug in a rug what is there to not get lmao

DAVE: well they keep leaving karkat little piles of meat

DAVE: like a cat

ROXY: damb thats adorbs

DAVE: in his shoes

DAVE: at the foot of the bed

DAVE: hes convinced its to dunk on him in some way

DAVE: but thats just karkat being karkat

ROXY: but in the vents tho

DAVE: yeah i dont know man

DAVE: hes obsessed with it

DAVE: for once in his life he doesnt want to talk about it

DAVE: guess well never know

[gubler-me-up]

Friendly Competition

Request: Ok so the bau reader and Spencer aren’t dating but have been like hanging out and going for dinner and doing movie nights and such (not calling anything a date tho), and then on a case an officer is all flirty with the reader over the few days that they’ve been there and spencer gets all moody and jealous and is kind of a jerk and has to apologize but it also pushes him to finally ask the reader out on a real date

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took me so long to publish like tf I could have finished this yesterday, but I took a lil (two hour) nap and then goofed around on my laptop for hours a mess i know. All that being said this was a request I loved writing because who doesn’t love a jealous Spencer? Enjoy! (side note: I wrote this fic without specifying a gender/specific pronouns to include readers who do not identify as female/woman/she/her. I’m trying my hand at it here because the request only said BAU reader, so I thought it might be nice to make this request more inclusive. To whoever sent this in, I hope that’s okay with you and that you like it!)

Couple: Spencer Reid/Bau!Reader 

Category: Angsty fluff

Content warning: Slight mention of murder

Word count: 2.3k

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You and Spencer were sitting in the conference room in the Dallas Police department. You and the team had been called in to investigate a series of female bodies popping up in a river bed. It had been two days since you had reached Dallas and the case was making a bit of progress.

Hotch had assigned you and Spencer to tackle geographical profiling. Geographical profiling wasn’t your natural talent, but the dynamic energy you and Spencer had at work was undeniable. Outside of work it was even better. Recently you had found yourself going on outings with Spencer. Whenever he wanted to do something you were the first person he would ask.

It was quite fun hanging out with Spencer after work. Whether it was a movie, dinner or stroll through the park, he made it the best time for you. You found him entertaining and charming on these special occasions. You hoped he would want to ask you out on an official date.

In the meantime though, you two worked diligently on solving the case at hand. You both were looking at a map of the area and pinpointing spots these women were last seen alive. Your mapping was interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turned around to see officer Mark Lucas at the doorway with his hands behind his back.

He had been around during the several conversations detective Frederick had with the team. Every time he looked at you with star-spangled eyes. He would repeatedly ask you if you needed anything as well. The day prior he asked if you wanted anything for dinner and the both of you could go get it. You politely declined, but found it cute how intrigued he was by you.

Spencer on the other hand found it quite obnoxious. Every time Mark would compliment you, touch you or stand slightly too close to you, you could feel Spencer’s blood pressure rise. Mark’s admiration for you was for sure overbearing and he made it known loud and proud. He would take any opportunity to flirt with you and every time Spencer would make sure you knew he was upset.

He smiled at you. “So, what’s that beautiful mind of yours thinking of?”

You tried to hide your blush by looking away from him. He definitely had an undeniable southern charm about him. You looked over to Spencer to see him roll his eyes at what Mark had said. You could tell since day one he didn’t like Mark’s presence. He would always look at him weird or roll his eyes.

“We’re just doing some geographical profiling,” you explained.

“I thought you were hard at work. Bet you’re pretty hungry,” he said and then revealed what was behind his back.

It was a white paper bag. He placed it in front of you and eagerly awaited as you opened it to inspect what was inside. It was a sandwich, bottle of water and fries from a local diner you had mentioned to him yesterday. He was definitely a good listener.

You smiled. “Thank you, Mark. I really appreciate it.”

“A man like me couldn’t bear to see you work so hard as you do and not supply you with food. It’s the minimum I could do for an extraordinary person like you, Y/N,” he said.

“There are women popping up dead down the road and you can’t bear seeing Y/N hungry? Makes me wonder where your real priorities are at,” Spencer bitterly said.

You were taken aback by his snippy tone. You had never heard Spencer talk to anyone besides a suspect or unsub like that. You were starting to wonder if he had the same hatred towards Mark. You didn’t get why though. It wasn’t as if you two were exclusive or anything.

Mark smiled at him. “Don’t take this gesture as me not caring about the crime, agent, because I do. I just thought you folk would be hungry doing all this hard work.”

“First of all, it’s Doctor and if that’s true then I guess you must have left my lunch back at the diner,” Spencer said as he got up from his seat.

“Where are you going? We still have to finish this geographical profile,” you said.

“I’m going on a lunch break as well. More than one of us needs to eat,” he said as he started walking towards the door.

“Well, if this spot’s empty, may I keep you company?” Mark said as he took Spencer’s seat beside you.

You smiled at him. “Go ahead.”

“Don’t you have some paperwork or something you have to do?” Spencer asked.

Mark looked at him with a playful confused face. “I thought we were on lunch break?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say something back to Mark which you knew would be vicious. You looked at him and shook your head, discouraging the bickering from going any further. He rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. You and Mark watched as he walked off. You sighed and shook your head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout him, darlin’. He just needs to take a break to cool off,” Mark assured you.

You shrugged. “I guess, but I hate seeing him upset.”

“He just needs some space. After he gets something in his system he’ll be brand new. Maybe if you start eating too you’ll feel better as well,” Mark said.

You smiled. “I guess so.”

After having lunch with Mark, he had to go back to his patrol duty for the afternoon. It was nice having some company while you ate. Spencer hadn’t come back like you thought he would since he usually only drinks coffee for lunch anyway. It was probably for the best since Mark was taking every moment you two spent together to shower you with endless compliments. If Spencer was there he would have definitely had a few words to say.

You walked down the hall to go to the kitchen to fill up your water bottle. Before you entered you saw Spencer walking your way with a coffee in his hand. You smiled and waved at him as he looked at you with a smile as well.

“I see you needed a bit of coffee to brighten your mood,” you said.

“I think I needed a break from seeing that officer drool all over you,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “He wasn’t drooling over me.”

“He’s been drooling over you ever since we’ve got here and you eat it up. No need to deny it, Y/N,” he said.

“Whatever, it’s not even important right now. We’ll get back to work as soon as I fill up my water bottle,” you said as you walked into the kitchen.

You heard Spencer’s footsteps follow you inside the kitchen. To both of your surprise, Mark was in there getting ready to take the trash out. He saw you walk in and instantly smiled.

“Hello, beautiful. Don’t you have some work you need to be finishing up?” Mark asked with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, I’m just filling up my water bottle before Spencer and I get back to it,” you said as you approached the sink.

He walked up to you. “Allow me. Can’t have you working too hard on little tasks like this.”

“Y/N’s capable of turning on a tap and filling a water bottle,” Spencer snapped.

“No need to have your knickers in a knot, agent. It’s just some good ol’ southern hospitality I’m offering to Y/N,” he said.

“I’m flattered, really, Mark, but I don’t want you to miss your patrol duty and get into trouble,” you said.

“No need to worry, gorgeous. I had to clean the kitchen up a little first anyway. I don’t mind making your day a bit easier,” he said.

“Okay, you know what, whenever you two are serious about finding this unsub, let me know,” Spencer said as he turned around to walk out the door.

“Spencer, are you serious right now? You don’t think we’re serious about finding this unsub?” You asked.

He turned around. “I know you somewhat are, Y/N, but the southern hospitality oriented officer isn’t. I’ll finish the geographical profile on my own. Hotch needs some help with interviews anyway.”

You looked at him in shock. “It’s one thing to be a jerk, but to reassign me to do something else is another thing.”

You turned around to quickly fill up your water bottle and then stormed up to Spencer. You could tell by his eyes he started to feel bad about what he had said. You didn’t care though. If this was how he was going to deal with his jealousy towards Mark, it was time to give him some space. He needed some time to find the real reason why he had to make his jealousy go so far.

“I’m going to Hotch now. Talk to me when you decide you don’t want to be a child anymore,” you said.

Before Spencer could say anything to you, you stormed off. You didn’t want to hear him explain himself because you knew it would be some weak excuse. You soon shed what had occurred in the kitchen, so you could focus on interviewing with Hotch. The case was more important at the moment than immature boy drama.

The next day you were out on the road with Hotch, JJ and Rossi as all of you went to the areas the victims were last seen. The geographical profile Spencer had finished was handy, you had to admit. Would have probably been even better if you could have helped finish it.

On the way back to the police department, you thought about if Spencer had gotten over his jealousy. You had never seen him act so viciously to another man before. You guess Mark was coming on a bit strong, but Spencer and you weren’t much more outside of friends. His actions made you wonder if he saw you as something more.

When you and everyone else arrived at the station, you decided you wanted to use the washroom before helping them deliver the profile. Hotch had allowed everyone ten minutes to prep before they delivered the profile. As you made your way towards the washroom, something caught your eye in the conference room. You saw Spencer sitting in there alone. He looked as if he was in deep thought.

Your curiosity got the best of you and you walked into the room. He hadn’t noticed you since his eyes were still focused on the table, eyebrows still furrowed. You slightly cleared your throat to get his attention. His head immediately shot up and when he saw it was you, his face soon softened.

“I wasn’t expecting you guys to be back so early,” he said as he sat up in his chair.

“Well, we have everything we need to deliver the profile now,” you said.

“I see. Do you have a few minutes to spare before then?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I guess I have some time to spare for you.”

He smiled as he pulled out the chair to his right for you. You walked over and took your seat. You could already tell by his face how sorry he was about yesterday. He looked adorable as his face was slightly pink with embarrassment and you could tell he was searching for the right words to say to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry about my behaviour yesterday. It was out of line and I shouldn’t have said you didn’t care about the case,” he apologized.

“Why were you so angry? Is someone a bit jealous of Mark?” You asked.

He looked down in embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“What? I can’t hear you with your face to the floor,” you said.

He looked up into your eyes. “I guess I am jealous of Mark. He shows you this undying admiration and love and I thought you were enjoying his company more than you could ever enjoy mine.”

“What? That’s nearly impossible, Spence. I love your company the most,” you assured him.

“Again, I wasn’t thinking rationally for the past few days. I thought about it last night and I think why this jealousy flared up so much is because I thought I was too late.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Too late for what?”

“Too late to actually ask you out on a real date. I’ve been meaning to, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.”

“Why did you think I didn’t want to?”

“Because I didn’t think you saw me more than a friend, so I built an irrational sense of jealousy over that assumption.”

You sighed, but it soon turned into a giggle. “I thought Doctorate graduates had to do labs before publishing their research? You’re out here making all these assumptions without even testing it first.”

He chuckled. “I know, it was stupid of me to do and I’m sorry again.”

“No hard feelings at all.”

He smiled as he eagerly looked at you. You looked at him confused as you didn’t know what he was waiting for. Then his face turned into a worried expression which made you look at him worried.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You didn’t answer if you’d actually want to go out on a real date or not,” he said.

You laughed. “Spence, actually ask me in context. What you said didn’t count as a question, it was a confession.”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay. Would you want to go out on a real date with me?”

“Only on one condition,” you said.

He looked at you confused. “Anything. What’s the condition?”

“I get to revoke your Doctorate until you prove to me why they gave you three again because I think they need to reevaluate your critical thinking skills,” you joked.

He laughed. “Almost anything.”

You both laughed as you two headed out of the conference room. As you both headed out you saw Mark walking towards you two. In a second Spencer grabbed your hand to hold it. You looked at him and saw him beaming with pride as you two walked by Mark. You rolled your eyes. No matter how smart a man was, a man in love would always be dumb.

—–

MASTERLIST

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol. 5: Mukami Yuma [Track 1]

Original title: 贈り物

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 5 Mukami Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Oh how the tables have turnedーー Since most of the CDs have the guy be in charge of rewinding time, it was nice to see Yuma give it to the MC in this one, only to have it come back to bite him in the ass a few minutes later. I love how she actually did not hesitate to use it at all, even though he warned her not to. We stan a sly, cunning MC in this household, haha.

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Track 1: A Gift

Yuma enters the room.

“...Oh! Sow!”

You turn your head.

“Ya were in my room? Perfect timin’ I got this nifty lil’ thing, so I wanted to show ya!”

You ask him what he received.

“This was delivered from Karlheinz.”

*Cling*

You tilt your head to the side.

“Ah. It’s an hourglass. Never received somethin’ like this before.”

*Flip*

“Accordin’ to the card that came with it, it’s addressed to both of us... But why did he give us this? I don’t really get it, but he might be givin’ us his blessings!”

You smile, noting he seems happy.

“Haha. Well, yeah. It’s a gift from the man I look up to, ‘course I’m happy. It’s actually been on my mind this whole time. Our relationship ruined the future that man wished for, right? No matter what anyone may say, no way in hell I’m givin’ ya up still. But...Somewhere deep inside my heart, I felt as if I disappointed him. That I failed to live up to his expectations, ya could say.”

You comfort Yuma.

“However, when I consider he’s still congratulatin’ us now like this, I feel very grateful.”

You nod. 

“Well, that’s all just part of my own imagination tho. I honestly don’t know what truly goes on in that man’s mind just from readin’ this card.”

You point out there’s something on the back of the card as well. 

“Oh! The back? ...Hm?”

*Flip*

“Oh...You’re right, there’s an additional note. Uhm...Let’s see...Ah!? Is this for real!?”

You ask Yuma what is written on there.

“Seems like this isn’t just a regular hourglass. It’s a model from the Demon World which can rewind time if ya flip it over. It runs on magic so there’s only a set amount of times ya can use it but...He gave us quite the dangerous toy, huh?”

You sigh.

“Good point. All of his gifts are always a lil’ over-the-top. Just look at the elaborate decoration on this thing. Ya can just tell it’s no ordinary hourglass. This kinda fancy stuff doesn’t fit me.”

You note it’s pretty.

“What? You like it?”

You nod.

“I’ll give it to ya then. Here ya go.”

*Cling*

You seem hesitant, asking once more if he is sure.

“Yeah. I’d be a waste of a treasure on me, so it’d probably be best if ya hold onto it instead. Ya know...Pretty things like that.”

*Cling*

“Yeah! Don’t ya dare lose it! Ah! Also, be careful not to flip it over, ‘kay? Apparently time will rewind after all.”

You promise to be careful.

“Haah...Will ya actually be cautious? You’re still as much of a klutz and airhead per usual so I’m worried.”

You protest, puffing out your cheeks.

“Nah, ya definitely are. That part of ya hasn’t changed one bit since we met. For example, ya thoughtlessly ate my precious Sugar-chan back when ya had only just arrived at this manor, right? Do ya remember?”

You tell him you could never forgot.

“Heh. At first ya were shittin’ yer pants ‘round us, but afterwards you’d just casually eat our food. Not sure if you’re an airhead, or just shameless.”

You reminisce about memories.

“Hoh! Now that ya mention it, that happened as well! That was when I sucked too much of yer blood and ya collapsed, right?”

You nod.

“Ya were makin’ a long face over at the infirmary, so I had no other choice but to put Sugar-chan between my teeth like this...”

Yuma bites down on a sugar cube before leaning in and kissing you.

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“...Hm~ And fed it to ya mouth-to-mouth, right? I remember, don’t worry.”

You get flustered, making a fuss.

“Hehe...Right, right! Ya made the exact same baffled expression, I had no idea if it actually felt good or not! ...Oh! I remember feedin’ ya tomatoes as well! I just forced those inside yer mouth tho.”

You scold him for doing that. 

“...Aah? Ya still gonna complain ‘bout that now? I fed ya my tomatoes, so don’t be whinin’ ‘bout any discomfort. Actually, weren’t ya to blame back then ‘cause ya upset me by givin’ me the silent treatment? It was basically yer punishment.”

You frown.

“For some reason...Lookin’ back on all those memories, I really fed ya the whole time, huh?”

You giggle, nothing how he likes to take care of others.

“Haah? I’m a carin’ guy (1)?”

You remind him of that one time he nursed you back to health.

“Aah...Yeah, that happened too. Guess I can’t prove ya wrong then. Ya mean that one time ya broke a fever, right? Ya were stumblin’ ‘round the hallway with yer face bright red. It’d be bad if ya had died on us back then, so I had no other choice but to cook up some stew. I actually made it ‘cause I was cravin’ some as well tho. It wasn’t for ya. Didn’t I tell ya back then as well? Yet ya kept on complainin’ ‘bout the size of the ingredients with that cocky attitude of yers.”

You try and explain yourself.

“Ya might have not said it with that many words but I could tell by the look on yer face! ...You’ve been kinda fragile ever since we met, huh? Oh! You’ve always been weak to my fangs as well.”

You protest. 

“No? Don’t ya remember? You’d make that ecstatic expression from the second I latched onto ya. And in the end, you’d come beggin’ for my fangs yerself.”

You deny it.

“Nah, I’m not wrong. Just admit it. Ya are weak to my fangs. Ever since we met and ‘course, to this day.”

You pout.

“Take for example that one time I sucked ya by the window? Ya were makin’ a shameless expression even tho someone could have easily spotted us.”

You flush bright red. 

“Heh! How’s that? Can’t deny it, can ya? You’re weak to my fangs!”

You shake your head. 

“You’re damn persistent, just admit it already...”

You refuse.

“Che...I’ve given ya this much proof and ya still won’t acknowledge it? Ya can be surprisingly stubborn at times, huh?”

Yuma walks over to take a seat on the bed.

*Thud*

“...’Kay, as you wish. Let’s fight it out then.”

You tilt your head to the side, clearly confused.

“Yeah. ...Well, take a seat over here for starters. I’ll explain it to ya.”

You take a seat next to Yuma.

“Listen up. I said ‘a fight’, but we won’t be throwin’ fists. I’ll continue suckin yer blood like usual. However, if ya end up beggin’ for them yerself at any given point, ya have to admit that you’re weak to my fangs.”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“...Don’t seem so surprised. If ya really aren’t weak to them like ya claim to be, ya can easily endure as much, no?”

You ask him how long you have to endure it. 

“The time limit? ...Geez, ya sure are cocky. Let’s see...How does one week sound to ya? If ya beg to have yer blood sucked within the time frame, it’s yer loss. If ya endure it, ya win.”

You agree with the rules.

“Heh. Ya think ya can manage for that long? In that case, let’s get this challenge started right away.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Pretty sure just bein’ honest and acknowledgin’ it would be the easy way out tho. You’ll only end up sufferin’ more if ya drag it out.”

*Rustle*

“After all...I’ll make sure to torment ya plenty, you’ll be cravin’ me so badly, it’ll make ya go crazy. ...I’ll start by plungin’ my fangs in this nape of yers and suckin’ yer blood.”

Yuma bites you.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...Heh. You’re already cryin’ out sweetly.”

*Rustle*

“I’m holdin’ back a lil’ more than usual, but seems like you’re already feelin’ good? However, this is child’s play to ya, isn’t it? Then get yerself together. ...Heh. This is only the very beginnin’. I told ya, didn’t I? That I’d toy with ya to my heart’s content. ...That bein’ said, bite marks really look great on ya.”

He runs his fingertips across.

“Hm? Does it hurt when I touch them? But bein’ stimulated that way makes ya ache as well, doesn’t it?”

You shake your head.

“Don’t think ya can deny it. Even if ya do, yer body tells me you’re enjoyin’ it. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

You flinch.

“...See? You’re enjoyin’ this after all, aren’t ya? ...Ah, speakin’ of which...Ya liked this too, didn’t ya?”

*Smooch*

“Hehehe...You’re givin’ me some pretty interestin’ reactions. I’ve turned you into quite the slut if ya get excited just from havin’ yer ear kissed.”

*Rustle*

“In the end...Yer body is no match for the pleasure. Say...Ya want more, don’t ya? Then just say so. ...It’s easy, isn’t it?”

You refuse.

“You’re a stubborn one, huh? Then...How ‘bout this?”

*Smooch*

“...Heh. How’s that? Yer whole body should be tinglin’ all over just from a few bites here and there.”

¨Rustle rustle*

“Hehe. Judgin’ by the look on yer face, you’re really feelin’ it. Seems like ya can’t give a proper reply either. If I were to suck ya one more time, you’ll...”

*Cling*

“...Haah!? The fuck...? Whatcha gonna do with the hourglass?”

You tilt the hourglass to the side.

“...Ah! You! Don’t tell me...!”

*Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock*

“...Uwaah!?”

ーーー

“...Ah!? ...What happened just now...!?”

Yuma looks around.

“Wha...!? Ya used the hourglass just now, didn’t ya!? So...Time has rewinded!?”

You blink in confusion.

“Why does the person who used it look so damn puzzled!? This feeling...We’ve definitely gone back in time! ...Ugh. Yer clothes don’t look disheveled anymore, nor do ya have any bite marks. Which means...We’ve really rewinded to before I sucked yer blood...”

You grin.

“Fuck...Ya brought us back right as things were gettin’ good too! Ughー! I was literally one hair away from pushin’ ya over the edge! ...Hm? Actually...Was that yer goal? Did ya use the hourglass ‘cause ya knew ya were ‘bout to lose our bet?”

You admit it. 

“Tsk. Look at ya bein’ all sly. I didn’t expect ya to pull that sorta trick. I shouldn’t have thoughtlessly handed it to ya. Well, whatever. Let’s start over from zero. I’ll suck ya relentlessly this time, so ya won’t even have the time to think ‘bout usin’ that lil’ hourglass of yers...”

*Rustle*

“Now I won’t stop even if ya beg me to.”

You quickly make a run for it.

“...Ah!? Oi...! Where are ya goin’...!? Don’t ya dare think ya can get away! Hold it...!!”

Yuma chases after you.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 世話好き or ‘sewa-zuki’ is used to refer to someone who finds enjoyment in helping others out, or looking after them. 

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Description: Being forced to go to a party was a usual thing for Kiana, staying in the After Party however, wasn’t as usual, but what could go wrong when all of your friends are with you and there’s a quick game being played?

Warnings: none yet

Word count: 3k+

“Come Kiki, stop being so responsible, one more party won’t hurt,” your friend Jalyah begged you, you knew it was useless to resist because by the end of the day you would be leaving the house and going directly to that party.

“I have assignments due next week Lyah,” You groaned, fixing the fake reading glasses that were resting upon the bridge of your nose.

“Next week, Kiana, I promise we’ll leave if you want, but just come,” she said snatching your notebook off your desk, causing a loud groan to leave your lips.

“Fine, just let me get dressed, also no parties for me for two weeks,” you said getting up and pushing her out the room.

“Also it’s a YouTube party,” she said while you were in your closet picking out an outfit.

“And you tell me that now,” you shout. It was something about being among cocky, content creators that made you feel uncomfortable.

“I knew you wouldn’t have gone, if I told you. You’ll be fine, they’re all nice and humble,” she explained as you picked out a few items.

“Ok, I’m only doing this because I love you,” you said and heard her laugh then walk away.

After about five minutes, you picked out a pair of black cargo pants, a white cropped tee, some white shoes, and a thrifted Yankee's shirt, got dressed and did your usual makeup routine, and leaving to hair down.

Reference

“Am I driving?” You asked coming out of your room and putting your phone and gloss in your pocket (and that’s on glossy lips bitch)

“I guess, lo que tu quieras (whatever you want),” she shrugged as you nodded your head.

“Of course I will, tu no puedes guiar para nada (you can’t drive for nothing), always al skit crashing and shit,” you laughed and picked up your car keys from the kitchen table.

“True, I won’t deny it, now let’s go or we’ll be even more late,” she said grabbing her purse and walking out the door.

The ride turned out to be around twenty minutes, and it consisted of laughs and the entire Tame Impala discography.

“Well this house is cute,” you said looking at the one-story home Jalyah told you the party was at.

“It’s the twins' house, now come on,” she said and you both got out your car.

The stench of alcohol hit your nose instantly making your stomach churn and your face to scrunch up in disgust.

Jalyah being the extrovert she is, opened the front door rather loudly, putting everyone’s attention on you, then back to their phones.

“Leave it to Jalyah to make an entrance,” a man's voice spoke from behind you as you two walked around the foreign house.

“You know it, Grant,” she said turning around, you following her actions, your eyes landing on the six-foot-something man in front of you.

“Who’s the friend,” he asked his eyes landing on you, making you feel slightly insecure.

“Kiana, she’s shy until you get to know her,” she said nodding towards you, you sent Grant a nod, and put your hands inside your pockets.

“I’m Ethan, Ethan Dolan,” he said putting his hand out for you to shake so you did.

‘Dolan. So he was one of the twins’ you thought to yourself wondering how there could be 2 of this beautifully handcrafted man.

“Kiana, Kiana Rosario,” you sent him a soft smile and put your hand back in your pocket.

“Another Spanish one huh?” He asked and you and Jalyah nodded your heads in response.

“Her first language is Spanish, so she’s more fluent. Where’s Grayson by the way,” Jalyah responded as Ethan nodded then shrugged, not knowing the whereabouts of his brother.

“I’m gonna go get water,” you said and walked to the kitchen you spotted when you first walked in, grabbing a water bottle of the counter, making sure it was closed.

You turned around, propping yourself up in the counter, and taking a sip of your water as you looked around the house.

People drinking, taking pictures of each other, sweat bodies dancing against who the hell knew.

To say this wasn’t your scene, was an obvious statement. You would rather stay home while a good episode of Friends or the Office played, but Jalyah wanted you to enjoy your college life, leading you to this.

“Not enjoying the party?” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice spoke, making you look up from the floor to whoever was in front of you.

To who you were guessing was Ethan’s twin, due to the similar facial structures.

“Party’s good, not my thing tho,” you softly spoke, leaning back on the counter, and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m Grayson, you probably met my twin already,” he nodded his head.

“Kiana, I’m here with Jalyah, who you seem to be familiar with,” you spoke and he nodded his head.

“The other Puerto Rican one right?” He asked as you nodded your head with a smile.

“Yup,” you nodded your head and let out a soft chuckle due to his question.

“Wait, you’re the other Puerto Rican one who hates parties and stuck up people?” He asked as you nodded your head.

“Your’s truly,” you replied and took a sip of your water while keeping eye contact.

“Cool cool,” he muttered.

“You’re not one of those right? The ones with the Porche’s or Tesla’s, flaunting money around like it’s a personality trait.” You asked and he shook his head.

“The flaunting money around? No,” he replied and took a seat next to you on the counter. “I however own a Porche and Ethan owns a Tesla.” He added while you nodded your head.

“Well, you seem cool dude, so you’re Ight,” you said and he laughed.

“How about you? You’re not one of those LA girls, whose only personality trait is shopping and Instagram?” He asked as you shook your head laughing.

“Absolutely not, I love shopping, thrifting is my area of expertise, and I’m a college student, I don’t have time for Social Media,” you answered as he nodded his head.

“Well, you seem cool dude, so you’re ight,” he said mocking what you said earlier causing a loud laugh to fall past your lips.

“Yeah, I’m just your classic Indie kid, that listens to Tame Impala, and Tyler, The Creator,” you shrugged as he looked at you like he saw a ghost. 

“Tame Impala is a vibe tho,” he said making you smile. 

“It is, but it’s sad that they’re underated.” you said and he agreed. 

“It was nice talking to you dude, but I have to look for Jalyah, gotta make sure she’s not flirting with a lamp or something,” you said jumping off the counter, while his tall self slid off of it.

“The feeling was mutual, I’ll see you around,” he nodded his head and you both walked away from each other.

You found Jalyah outside talking to some people, and just quietly stayed with her. while she talked with different people, you already wanted to go home, but she seemed to be having fun and you didn’t want to ruin that so you just went back inside, in the kitchen hoping that maybe you would see Grayson again.

“I haven’t seen you around here,” said a blonde guy as he walked towards you.

“I’m not from this area,” you simply replied, not in the mood to have a conversation with him.

“Mmh, I'm Isaac, you may know me from my YouTube or Instagram,” he said making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t actually,” You sarcastically smiled as his face dropped. “Never even heard of you,” you added.

“Oh,” he let out.

“Yeah oh,” you said looking around while he just stood there.

“You know anyone else here?” He asked and you mentally groaned and cursed him out.

“Not really, just who I came with, and I just met Grayson and Ethan,” you shrugged, still being friendly, not wanting to be rude or judge him by his appearance.

“Oh they’re cool dudes, they have some sick Rolex’s, but between you and me, mine’s more expensive,” he said making your face scrunch up with disgust and not just mentally.

“Yeah, and they clearly have a better personality than you,” you scoffed as his eyes widened. “Is all you care about money?” You asked him and he responded with a shrugged.

“You have to do what you need to, not just be a bitch,” he replied.

“Listen here Mr. I’m so rich, having money is not a personality trait ok. And reality check, you’re not cute so dropped the act, yeah, and between you and me, those twins are probably ten times the man you’ll ever be,” you said and he just glared at you and walked away.

“What did you tell him, he seems mad,” Grayson’s voice spoke from beside you making you look up at him.

“Nothing, he was just flaunting his money around and stuff, and I don’t fuck with that,” you shrugged as he sat down next to you, just like earlier.

“You’re the first girl I see that turned him down,” he said as you shrugged again.

“Yeah we’ll he’s not my type,” you explained with a little smile on your lips.

“What exactly is your type,” he asked, you knew where this was going, but a little playtime wouldn’t hurt.

“Ummm, Bad Bunny’s kinda cute, and Lunay but I doubt you know who he is.” You said and caught a glimpse of his face slightly dropping.

“I’m kidding, looks are not that important, but a down to earth chill guy, has to listen to Tame, THATS necessary, tall, yeah definitely tall,” you shrugged, “How bout you, what does Mrs. Dolan have to look like or be like?”

“Definitely down to earth how you said, she has to be funny, but serious you know, I’ll take her to Tame concerts so she has to like them, and short, definitely short,” he answered while you smiled.

“She sounds fire, I would be friends with her,” you spoke as he nodded.

“Are you guys staying at the after-party?” He asked and you shot him a look of confusion.

“What’s that, as a party after the party?” You asked and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, but it’s fewer people, usually it’s just close friends and stuff,” he explained and you nodded.

“We’ll probably, Jalyah’s gonna wanna stay, but I’m usually asleep, since two hours ago,” you laughed.

“I go to sleep early, don’t judge,” you said as he began to laugh.

“I’m not judging I do the same thing.” He replied and you nodded your head.

“I feel like this LA life ain’t for me, I thought it was but it’s all just different from what you see on social media,” you said and he nodded his head.

“Yeah it’s not the same,” he said, “but it’s fun sometimes,” he added.

“You could say that Jalyah knows how to have fun, I don’t, I just worry about college all the time,” you said slightly laughing at your miserable life. (On god tho)

“Which is good, because why go to college if you’re not going to pay attention and stuff, and just because you party doesn’t mean you’re fun,” he pointed out and you agreed.

“I guess, but I just wish my life was different, college is exhausting and I don’t even like my major,” you sighed.

“Oh, can you take a break? Like stop and come back?” He asked.

“You can, but I don’t know,” you shrugged.

The rest of the night was spent with you and Grayson getting to know each other, and making jokes.

“Kiana we’re staying here,” Jalyah’s half-drunken self told you while most peoples were leaving.

“I know, Grayson told me.” You told her and she smirked.

“Grayson, like Ethan’s twin?” She asked you, like if you knew anymore Graysons.

“Yes, Ethan’s twin, why?” You asked her and he just shook her head, muttering a “nothing” and walking away.

A couple of minutes later, and only you, Jalyah, Ethan, Grayson, and two guys you learned that were Ryan, and Deon were left.

“Alright, I know truth or Dare sound childish but it’s only us,” Ethan shrugged sitting down on the couch.

“You only live once, so why the fuck not,” You shrugged taking off the grey Yankee shirt you had since you got hot.

“Period,” Jalyah said about to take her shirt off before you stopped her.

“No, no period, this ain’t no strip club,” you said, stopping your now fully drunken friend from embarrassing herself.

“Who’s going first?” She asked and everyone shrugged.

“I’ll go first, Grayson truth or dare?” Ethan said looking at Grayson.

“Truth,” he answered and Ethan thought of a question.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing that happened to you while having sex?” He asked cashing a giggle to fall past your and Jalyah’s lips.

“The girl bit my dick,” he answered carefree while you and Jalyah died of laughter.

“I, how do you, what?” Deon asked while laughing causing you more laughter.

“So you’re telling me she was all up in there, and just bit you?” You laughed while he nodded his head, and Ethan rambled on about how much that would hurt.

“Ok, ok, Kiana truth or dare?” He asked while smirking.

“Truth,” you answered, leaning back on your hands.

“Where’s the strangest place you had sex at?” He asked while a snort came out Jalyah’s nose.

“Nowhere, she’s a virgin,” Jalyah answered for you while you shook your head.

“Thank you Jalyah, for answering that for us,” you sarcastically replied.

“Give her a dare or something,” Ryan mumbled and you nodded your head.

“Wait I have better we played in high school, but you can’t be a pussy,” you said remembering the oh so fun game.

“What is it?” Deon asked you while the others nodded their heads for you to explain.

“It’s called silent library, so for us, we need six pieces of papers, there’s one safe card and then there’ll be five dirty dares, you put them cards facing down, and count to three and everyone has to pick a card, obviously the person with the safe card is safe, while the others have to do the dares.” You explained while they nodded their heads. (this game is so fun, but when people pussy out is annoying)

“So like take off your shirt would be a dare?” Ethan asked and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, if you don’t do it, you don’t get a point, and in the end, the person with the most points wins.” You replied.

“Alright let’s play then,” Grayson said getting up. “I’ll go get the flashcards and pens,” he added and walked away.

“It’s a fun game I promise, the only way you want to have fun is if you don’t do the dares,” you shrugged.

“I’m so ready for this, I’m gonna win,” Deon said causing you to laugh.

“Deon, not to brag, but I used to win all the time, I do all my dares” you smirked while Deon and Ryan let out a loud laugh.

“Baby, I’m the king of doing unexpected shit, you better hope you don’t get my dare,” Deon spoke making your mouth drop. 

“I got the pens,” Grayson’s loud voice spoke right when you were about to say something as he sat next to you.

Everyone wrote the dares down and set up the game in about five minutes, now everyone was sitting in a circle with the cards in the middle.

“OK, ONE TWO THREE GO,” You loudly spoke and everyone’s hand immediately flew down to the floor picking up cards.

“Ok, Ethan what’s yours?” Ryan asked while he laughed.

“Send a risky text to the last person in your DM’s,” he read and looked back up. “It’s not bad,” he added and shrugged.

“What about you Kiana?” He asked and you looked down to read your card.

“Have sex with the person on your left?” You read, knowing that Grayson was on your left. “Who wrote this, I just wanna talk?” You said and heard Deon laugh.

“I told you I’m the king of dares,” he shrugged while you glared at him.

“And I told you, I do all my dares so,”

Honestly, I don't know how to feel about this like I kinda like it but I think the plot is quirky 💀

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 57

Hello, people and other creatures! Let’s take a look at the Fanfic Progress Update, as we do every Saturday. Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure gone Mini BUT this time not Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest. I’ll explain.

This week hasn’t been kind to me. I’ve had a bout of random apathy for days now (happens sometimes, nothing to worry about), which has made me mostly unable to do things like writing fanfics. So, I don’t have anything to post the next week, as I haven’t finished anything postable. I’m hoping this apathy abates sometime during the next few days so that I can resume my schedule for the week after next week, but I suppose we’ll have to wait and see. You’ll get news on this next Saturday, as per usual.

In the meanwhile, the next week is the Radiohusk week (as decided on in the Radiohusk Discord server), so there should be plenty of fics and art from other shippers for you to enjoy!<3

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 36 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 18th of March. Chapter 37 is about 3/4 done and is scheduled for 8th of April. This hasn’t been hindered by the thing above at this point of time.

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.

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That month of the year

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Every year, for a single month, the Radio Demon gets… emotional. His antlers are in velvet and he’s pumped full of hormones that make him behave quite unlike himself: suddenly, everywhere he looks, instead of seeing fellow demons all he sees are helpless little fawns that nobody is taking a proper care of! Solution? Adopt them.

Husk, Niffty, Camille, Honey, and the rest of the older Fawns put up with their Mom/Dad’s nonsense every year, but this time there’s a new, rotten apple in their midst and they have to protect Alastor from this crook. Without Alastor knowing about it. As Husk likes to put it: “This is fucking bullshit. …I mean fudgy nonsense.”

(Crack taken seriously. Gen)

Progress: The first two chapters are finished (with some heavy editing still required for the second one). The third chapter has been started. I want to have at least three chapters written before posting anything, preferably more than that because I don’t know how long this fic is gonna be. I can tell it’s longer than the originally planned five chapters tho, since we’ve barely gotten the ball rolling with the first two chapters!

This fic is co-authored by Maximillian!

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe of “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 9 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 27th of March. Chapter 10 is about halfway done. This story will have at least seven more chapters, but who even knows at this point. Additional prompts are not accepted at this moment.

This fic receives a new chapter every Tuesday and Friday, unless something comes up. I’ll post a sneak-peek for Tuesday’s chapter on these updates, and one for Friday’s chapter in a separate post on Wednesday.

This fic will not be updated during the next week; see the info dump at the top of this post.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Possibly worth staying for (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Experiment in Romance (Hazbin Hotel)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here is the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini. (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Misteri led the two of them through the Toadstool Town, as it was called. The town wasn't very large, especially compared to the capital, which was the last city they had been to, but she used the little time it took for them to walk to the town hall to animatedly talk about her home. She explained how they, indeed, used magic to keep the toadstools preserved, and in some cases even alive if it was known that the building would need more space in the future – the Minish who wanted large families would start with a small house and then let it grow bigger as they had more children. It was very fascinating and practical, and Sidon looked like he wanted to stop and observe the growth with his own two eyes, as silly as that was. Also, turned out that the local Minish were called Mist Minish, while the "regular" ones were Forest Minish. Rumor had it there were Mountain Minish around the mountains, and Field Minish in the Hyrule Fields. Misteri didn't know if there were Desert Minish in the Gerudo lands, Water Minish in the Zora Kingdom, Jungle Minish in the Faron region, and maybe some specific kind of Minish around the Hylian and Sheikah towns, but assumed it to be so. Link suddenly felt like their mini adventure was woefully inadequate now, since there was so much more to the Minish world to be seen all over Hyrule. He wanted to explore all of it one day. Maybe with Sidon, maybe with Zelda, maybe with both. It didn't seem like he was going to be running out of adventures anytime soon. Good. They arrived to the town hall before they could get too deep into their speculations, which may have been for the best.

Said hall was very small. In fact, it seemed more like a-

That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

AO3    FFnet    Purple Crayon    Ko-fi

[relaxedreptile]

A Phone Call (and 10,000 miles) Away

Pairing: Felix X Reader

A/N: So many of you had asked for a continuation of Lucid and while I don’t plan on writing that specifically, this is about two internet friends meeting in real life! I tried to pull from my own experiences for this one but, admittedly, it’s been a while since I used kik.

Happy May!

You owed a lot to the internet.

It had an endless bounty of information you needed to write papers, was your biggest source of things you didn’t really need to buy, and your go-to for pictures of cute dogs.

Most importantly, it’s the reason you met your best friend.

Barely anyone was a stranger to scrolling through their Instagram feed to waste time and you found yourself giving in to temptation one day during a lunch period that you didn’t really share with anybody that you knew. After seeing a post about some app called “kik” and a group chat that was being made on there, you did some investigating.

Intrigued, you made an account and commented your ID under the post (thank god you found it again) before the bell rang. Hoping you would make it into the chat and that you had made the right choice, you packed up your things and started on your way to class.

At the end of the day, you let out a silent squeal of happiness after seeing the extra notifications on your screen. You sat in your usual seat on the bus before scrolling through the messages in the group chat.

After the bar at the top let everyone know that you were active, you were sent sweet messages that welcomed you and introduced themselves.

Most of the users had profile pictures of anime characters, celebrities, or their pets, but there was one boy who had a head-on selfie.

The app told you his name was Felix and his picture told you he was insanely confident.

You didn’t really blame him all that much.

You sent an introduction of your own, still giddy because of the risk you knew you were taking by joining this group chat. You could hear your father telling you to never talk to strangers on the internet as if he was sharing the seat with you but shushed his voice out of your head after the flood of replies came in.

There were only ten people in the chat including you and it was named after the app you found this opportunity through.

Y/N: This is goodbye until I finish my homework :(

ethanlovesdogs: We love a studious queen

bridgetk123: noooo don’t leave!!

LeeFelix0915: Last minute much? Lol 

Your eyes flicked over the clock that sat on your nightstand and just like you thought it would, it told you that it was barely past 6 pm, what was Felix talking about?

Y/N: Dunno bout you but I think 6 is pretty damn early for homework

LeeFelix0915: Six??? It’s like eight 

bridgetk123: my clock says noon?

beyoncemarryme: Guys!! Timezones!!

girlslovegirlsboys: Time is a social construct

You mentally hit your forehead, remembering that your country wasn’t the only one in the world (because apparently that’s something one can just forget).

bridgetk123: omg!! where are u guys from??

ethanlovesdogs: The lesser known city of Los Angeles.

girlslovegirlsboys: Born in London. Raised in Belfast.

LeeFelix0915: Australia

superwholock24: Bro you 2??

LeeFelix0915: Yoooo whereabout??

While the two honorary neighbors obsessed over the revelation, you couldn’t help but feel jealous. None of the other members of the group chat really lived that close to you and this acted as a wake-up call.

Sure, you were having so much fun talking to this array of people, but was this all it would ever be? Would you ever get to meet these people?

LeeFelix0915: HBU Y/N?

bridgetk123: don’t tell me you left without telling us :(

ethanlovesdogs: maybe they’re just uncomfortable :/

You cleared it up in the chat quickly, sending the city you lived in and making a lighthearted joke about being so far away. It made you feel a little bit better, laughing about it. 

It made it seem like a smaller obstacle.

Before turning your phone on Do Not Disturb, you said goodbye and glanced over at your clock again. 

Fourteen hours, huh?

You managed to restrain yourself long enough to finish your math homework but couldn’t hold back after turning on your laptop to start the preparation for research project. 

“How many miles away is Australia?” Your searchbar read. 

10,000, apparently. Give or take. 

Doable. Totally doable. 

At first, you didn’t tell anyone around you about your new friends, afraid you would get shit for it. 

As time went on, it got too complicated trying to cover up stories like Ethan kissing Mark Wahlberg’s star on the Walk of Fame (and getting strep immediately after) when none of the people you knew in real life were close enough to Hollywood to do it themselves. 

It was honestly easier than you expected, eventually telling your friends at school or your family who you were actually texting. 

The worst conversation you had about it was with your dad. There wasn’t really any judgment on his part, maybe a little confusion but that was expected. 

“Doesn’t it suck, though? Not getting to see them everyday?”

It did suck. It sucked so bad, in fact, that the next thing you knew you were curled under your sheets in the safety of your bed with a lump in your chest and your fingers instinctively going to open up kik. 

Your brain let them open the app but stopped them before they could send any message and sent a signal through your body that made the lump grow bigger. 

Is it worth it? Will I just make this worse for myself if I pour my heart out and depend on people that I don’t get to see?

Before these thoughts had a chance to fester, your phone buzzed and you were met with a message from the chat. 

LeeFelix0915: Finally someone else is on

You hesitated.

LeeFelix0915: Hello? Earth to Y/N…

Making up your mind, you clicked out of the group chat and started a new one, a private one, with Felix.

Y/N: Hey mind if we talk over here instead?

LeeFelix0915: Should I be worried

You couldn’t help but laugh before trying your best to explain your feelings to Felix in the most concise way possible, fully aware that you were just babbling and most likely weren’t making much sense but you just needed someone else to know what was going on inside your head. These thoughts were suffocating and you needed someone to give you air.

LeeFelix0915: Oh honey don’t worry about any of that

LeeFelix0915: You guys are just as much of my friends as the people I see in school everyday

LeeFelix0915: I only talk to some of those people BECAUSE I seem them everyday!! But I deal with you guys voluntarily lol that’s love

How did Felix have such a talent for cheering people up? He was like a breath of fresh air that brought happiness wherever it blew, reflecting on his name. 

Y/N: Thanks Felix <3 sorry for bugging you I just really needed to get this shit off my chest

LeeFelix0915: No apologies necessary, that’s what friends are for babe

Babe. He called you babe. You held your phone to your chest and let out a little squeal, unable to help yourself.

Felix read into your silence and assumed you needed more encouragement, so he decided to send you a selfie of him in bed. 

He was on his stomach, propped up on his elbow with his hair in his eyes and you couldn’t remember the last time you saw something so attractive.

LeeFelix0915: I’m going to send a picture of myself everyday from now on

LeeFelix0915: This way you can say you see me everyday

LeeFelix0915: Technology’s pretty great right?

Y/N: A couple thousand miles has got nothing on you

Y/N: Felix Lee, why didn’t you tell me you had freckles?????

LeeFelix0915: They’re literally in my profile picture

Y/N: How am I supposed to tell from that tiny circle!!

LeeFelix0915: They have these cool things called eyes now

LeeFelix0915: And zooming in

Y/N: Your freckles are too cute for you to not include them in your intro

LeeFelix0915: You think I’m cute?

Y/N: I said your freckles were

Y/N: But yes

You could feel the fire beneath the skin on your cheeks after sending the risky message and you had never felt so much like a teenager.

LeeFelix0915: Good to know

LeeFelix0915: Because I have eyes I can see you’re really cute too, judging from your profile picture

LeeFelix0915: That is you, isn’t it?

Deciding to be bold, you lay down on your bed and mimic the pose from Felix’s photo before taking one of your own and sending it.

Y/N: C’est moi

LeeFelix0915: Damn I was right

Y/N: No secret freckles tho

LeeFelix0915: Mine weren’t a secret!!

The two of you bantered back and forth for a few more minutes until he said that it was time for him to go to class. You teased him a little, about how you were already done for the day (technically yesterday) before regretfully sending a goodbye back.

You opened the photo he sent you one more time before turning your phone off and squealing into your pillow.

From then on, you and Felix began to text each other privately more and more while maintaining your attendance on the group chat. Since the two of you were on kik the most frequently (ironic, considering the time difference), it just made a little more sense to use your own chat when the others weren’t on. If something started up in the group chat, you guys multitasked and continued on with both conversations.

bridgetk123: guys guys guys guys GUYS

Y/N: what what what what WHAT

LeeFelix0915: Someone’s excited

superwholock24: Oi what’s up

bridgetk123: we need ethan here or i can’t say anything

Y/N: Ugh

ethanlovesdogs: Oh god, should I be scared?

bridgetk123: wow

bridgetk123: i thought you would be a little more excited about MEETING ME IN JUNE

ethanlovesdogs: Excuse me

Y/N: OMG

superwholock24: Why choose California when you can come to Australia and get TWO for ONE

bridgetk123: as much as i love you and your country Jisoo, California is a lot closer and cheaper lol

ethanlovesdogs: Please tell me you’re not messing with me

bridgetk123: no way. my mom is going to Hollywood for a retreat and convinced her to let me come along so as long as you’re okay with it…

ethanlovesdogs: ASDFGHJKL BITCH OF COURSE I’M OKAY WITH IT WHAT DAY ILL TAKE YOU EVERYWHERE 

Before you could send your message of congratulations (you were so happy that your friends were getting to meet each other), your phone buzzed, alerting you of a new message from Felix.

LeeFelix0915: Hey can we talk?

Y/N: Is everything alright Lix?

LeeFelix0915: Yeah

LeeFelix0915: I’m just a little jealous 

You didn’t have to ask to know what he was talking about.

 Honestly, you were a little surprised that you weren’t jealous of Bridget and Ethan for getting this opportunity. You were just too happy for them.

LeeFelix0915: I don’t know we’ve all been talking on here for almost a year and I’ve only met up with Jisoo because he’s like an hour away from me

Y/N: It’s just a little harder for the rest of us :( believe me, I would do anything to meet all of you guys

LeeFelix0915: I know I know

LeeFelix0915: It just sucks being so cut off, you know? Even Bridget said it herself, I feel like I live in the middle of fucking nowhere

Y/N: You’re only a plane ride away Lix

LeeFelix0915: I love it when you call me that

LeeFelix0915: You have a point tho

Y/N: Think of it this way! You and I live on opposite sides of the world and we still managed to find a way to meet each other

Y/N: The universe is on our side!!

LeeFelix0915: I thank the universe for you everyday <3

Y/N: You’re so fcking cheesy Lix lmao <3

Decisions, decisions.

Your parents, impressed with your grades and achievements from your senior year, sat you down and told you they wanted to reward you.

They said they were so incredibly proud of your hardwork and told you that you could have anything you wanted as a parting gift before you were off to college, within reason.

Your eyes flickered over to your phone after hearing the familiar buzz of a notification. The screen was filled by Felix’s face (one of his daily selfies that he still sent) and you smiled to yourself, having made up your mind on what you were going to ask your parents for.

What if he doesn’t come?

You had sent the text to your parents immediately after letting them know you landed safely in Australia, desperately in need of some reassurance.

Honey. If this boy has managed to woo you like he has, it’s genuine. He’ll be there.

You smiled at your dad’s text.

And if he doesn’t, I’ll fly out and kick his ass.

You laughed at your mom’s.

Felix didn’t believe you when you told him at first and didn’t believe you until you sent him a picture of you holding the tickets (the group chat still makes fun of him for taking so long). He had immediately switched into travel agent mode, recommending hotels and restaurants and cities all over the country before Bridget knocked some sense into him.

bridgetk123: they’re going to see you dummy not the opera house

girlslovegirlsboys: How can you be sure they’re not going for Jisoo?

Once Felix got the hint, he started messaging you privately to work out everything instead.

You even fit some time in to visit Jisoo, too.

After almost two years of talking to Felix (you only had a general idea of when you joined the group chat and you kinda sorta wanted to know the exact day), you trusted him enough to know he would be waiting for you like he promised. If he wasn’t, it would be because something big came up like a giant scorpion roaming the streets or whatever other scary things lived in this country. 

As you wheeled your luggage through the airport, you allowed yourself a few seconds to look around and take in the surroundings. It really didn’t look any different from home and it’s not like you didn’t understand the language but there was something about Australia that made you want to explore, try new things, embody a whole new person. 

A part of you wondered if something venomous had already bitten you and that’s why you were acting this way, but the rest welcomed the new mindset. 

You studied the signs above you, following the arrows that promised to lead you out of your terminal and to the entrance of the airport where you would be meeting your best friend for the first time. 

Finding yourself in a densely packed crowd of people, you scanned every face looking for a familiar one before your eyes landed on a shock of blonde hair and a constellation of freckles. 

Your suitcase was left behind as you ran to meet Felix halfway, ignoring the way your backpack slammed against your body with each step. 

Strong arms wrapped around your waist as you buried your neck in their owner’s shoulder to pull them closer. 

Felix turned his head to the side to place a kiss on your cheek, making you squeeze him tighter.  

“Hey, babe.”

You giggled and pulled away slightly to get a good look at his face without leaving Felix’s embrace. 

“Your freckles are even prettier in person.”

Felix scoffed to try and distract you from the blush creeping onto his sun-kissed cheeks but it didn’t work. 

“I can’t believe you almost made me wait a whole two years before I got to see you.”

“I sent you photos everyday, we both did!” You retorted. 

“I can’t hug photos, I can’t watch movies with them, can’t squish their cheeks or-”

You put your hands on either side of his face and leaned in. Honestly, you only had innocent intentions to shut him up, but Felix did you both a favor and closed the distance between you two. 

The kiss was short, but his lips were warm and soft and Felix’s grip on your waist made your head spin. It somehow made up for two years in the span of a couple seconds. 

“Come on,” he said once you both pulled away, “let’s go grab your suitcase.”

You grabbed each other’s hands, reducing 10,000 miles to 0. 

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis (4): “these are a few of my favorite things”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri.

He’s hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn’t like he’s complaining. Dmitri’s cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.

–Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content,  implied emotional abuse, Cursing[Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men[Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

(1)(2)(3) (4) (5)

Rem: im sorry patton but no, absolutely not, unfriended, blocked, deleted

Patton: :( But I’m right tho

Rem: the day i accept that is the day i wilingingly give up my crop tops for a sensible polo shirts, cargo shorts, boat shoes, and white socks

Ro: patton hon is he being mean? do i need to get rid of him?

Rem: IVE KNOWN YOU LONGER, SINCE WE WERE BUT BABS , I SHOULD BE HIGHER ON THAT PRIORITY LIST BUCKO

Rem: plus you wont be all knight in shining armor once you find out patton thinks flordia is apart of the south (™)

Ro: …..

Ro: patton you’re blocked.

Patt: D:

V: sorry im never anti patton, you fake friend

V:I mean he’s not technically wrong?

V: the redneck culture does exist here, we have relatively similar dialects, similar weather

Patt: !!!!

Ro: patt the day i actually block you is the day the moon does like it does in umbrella academy, but v you’re on thin fucking ice

V: bitch i broke the ice years ago, you only unblocked me cause mom told you to

Rem: spOILERS

Ro: shhhh

Ro: and the GRACE PERIOD WAS OVER LAST YEAR YOU OLD MAN

Rem: I TAKE MY TIME OK

Ro: excuses excuses

V: so im assuming i won this arguement for patt right?

Ro: no. and like legit v that only applies to like,,,,parts of flordia,,,the northern part mainly but like only parts

Ro: flordia might be similar but like,,,,it's historically, culturally, geographically, and politically different then other states that are called southern states,,, t

Ro: just asked a southern boy bout it he said, “fuck no, it's a spanish colony,”

V:what about Texas huH

Ro: Texas was a whole ass country at one point, texas still acts like it’s a country, Texas is whatever Texas wants to be

V: I wish I could annex myself from this class work

Lo: God, mood.

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“Oh, I could kiss you,” Roman said, as soon as Dmitri turned around to hand him the icecream cone. The stand was small, the old lady running it, giving them a cheerful goodbye.

When Dmitri said the museum wasn’t stuffy, it was quite literally outside. Seashell decorated pathways stretched and weaved through elaborate gardens.

Everywhere was a sight to behold, from the blossom of flowers dripping every color imaginable to trees that might as well have been sprawling giants, often dipping into the path way in a tangled, ivies creeping up it's weathered branches. In the midsts of it all, sculptures were effortlessly woven into the park, abstract student projects and places of memory creating almost a cohesive story amongst the beautiful chaos.

“Dee, when I said take me anywhere,” Roman licked his ice cream greedily, “I thought we’d go to like a starbucks- not a park more attractive than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“So the way to your heart is food and pretty things?” Dmitri smiled.

“You bet your ass it is,” Roman said, leading them down a trail with less people, “My first crush was on this dude who gave me a seashell, I went home and told Momma and Mom I wanted marriage.”

Dmitri sipped his own water, “Do you still have it?”

“Of course, it was a gift, ” Roman hummed, “‘Bout cried when I got it,” He looked up to see Dmitri staring at him, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Dmitri didn’t look away, “No, you just don’t have the right to be so fuckin’ adorable.” He said as if fact.

“How is me being a a hoarding goblin adorable?” Roman said, suddenly very conscious that he did not in fact want Dmitri to stop looking at him, but also very much aware that he might combust if Dmitri didn’t stop.

“Huh, are you embarrassed again?” Dmitri laughed, voice pleasant. “My aunt never keeps anything I gave her, it’s nice that you do...” He explained.

“Oh.”

—-

<3BestofMoms<3: Ro, do we need anything at the store?

R: v sent a list through notes this morning

<3BestofMoms<3: Okay, found it, thanks <3

R: np <3

<3BestofMoms<3: Are you going to be back for dinner or is that boy gunna be hogging you all day? I'm not quite sure he has earned the gift that is all day roman time

R:mommmm

<3BestofMoms<3: :)

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As the sun stretched across the sky, the two had wandered into the more shadowed parts of the park. Roman’s initial giddiness slipping in a more lethargic satisfaction as he explored as much as he could, Dmitri’s eagerness to show him around and introduce him to the park’s employees hardly faltering.

Dmitri glanced at the time, “You ready to head back?”

Roman was crouched, admiring the tiny statues of walking fish, “No, I want to live here,” he said, “But why? Does she need you to do something?” He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he stood up, because dammit, clothes are hard and the sun is hot, okay?

“No, she thinks I’m studying for a class I told her I dropped, ” He said, “You just seem tired.”

“I am no--” Roman scrunched his nose, “The fuck, Dmitri, I am tired.” he narrowed his eyes, “How did you know that, I didn’t even know that.”

Dmtir made a show of looking Roman up and down, “I just knew,” He did not elaborate, and Roman made a sound that was vaguely alarmed in nature.

“V was right, you’re the worst, won’t even teach me your fancy magic tricks,” Roman grumbled, taking Dmitri's hand, and tucking himself under their arm.

“Somebody's grumpy, you sure you don’t want me to take you home?”

“I’m sure,” Roman, swayed a bit, “We don’t even need to stay here...”

He sighed, “I don’t know you seem pretty….”

“Dm-itri,” Roman murmured slow, with a half smile, and Dmitri’s mouth dried.

“Roman…”

“Please?”

“You’re practically falling over yourself,” Dmitri said, “You know we can always come back?”

Roman’s eyes perked up at that, “It's a date.” he said, and Dmitri couldn’t stop himself from flushing and looking away. 

He liked that a bit too much.

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[ionica01]

TodoMomo Disney AU (3)

So my lovely fam made the BEST bday present EVER and provided art for the Beauty and the Beast AU!!! You can check it out here ( @verdandys-art ) and here ( @teenytraveler has posted the pieces separately so please check them all cause eksnfjkse) and @infallibleimperfection, being my writing soulmate, gave me like TONS of ideas, so here I am, returning the favor with some more headcanons, this time featuring BAKUCAMIE peeps!!! (also please please PLEASE do yourselves a favor and check out @infallibleimperfection‘s bkcm headcanons cause she’s SO MUCH BETTER than me at this)

Camie is a majestic piano (she calls herself a mad lit piano tho but everyone always shushes her introduction because it’s not exactly victorian style). She used to have a place of honor in Todo’s room, but her and Bakugou bickered so much that Todo unceremoniously moved her away (He contemplated throwing Bakugou out at first, but Todo eventually begrudgingly admitted - after some not so subtle hints from Uraraka and Deku - that he needed his advice on clothes.)

So now Camie resides in Momo’s room. Before her arrival, she was the one constantly encouraging the others that someone to melt Lord Todoroki’s icy heart. When everyone was down, she’d play the sweetest songs she could think of, and brought a lopsided smile to Jirou and Uraraka’s faces. She does the same when Momo first starts crying on the night she arrives at the mansion, and it makes Momo smile despite the tears

Camie is delighted that she can play the piano, but as soon as Momo tries touching the keys, Camie bursts out laughing because “It tickles, Momo-chan!” Momo can’t help but laugh - and they forge a strong bond, over their shared music taste: Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven, you name it. Momo sometimes hums random tunes from her village and Camie immediately pick up on them, providing a piano background.

Momo hears screams from Lord Todoroki’s room one night and grows very worried, only for Camie to calm her down because “Ah that’s just Bakuboo” “Baku…boo?” “It’s the other wardrobe,” Ashido scoffs. “His tastes may be excellent, but he doesn’t need to bark.” “He’s actually really nice,” Camie soothingly says and proceeds to play Debussy’s Clair de Lune. Almost instantly, the shouts die down, and Camie’s music sheets rustle happily, the sound similar to that of laughter.

Momo soon discovers that, in fact, Bakugou’s shouts only stop when Camie starts singing (she finds out his full name from Kaminari, who also shares her little theory about the two). She also notices that the same Kaminari acts as their messenger, delivering messages between them (sometimes he is replaced by Iida; Jirou has told her that is because the candlestick is notorious for “twisting words”, and Bakugou constantly threatens him he’ll shake his doors so quickly that Kaminari’s flames will go out)

She tries subtly inquiring about Bakugou and Camie’s relationship, only to realize that Lord Todoroki is absolutely clueless and can’t feel the obvious tension between his two servants. “They like each other,” Momo sighs, almost exasperated. “Bakugou likes no one,” he calmly counters, sipping his tea unfazed. “Oh really? Then why does he send Camie those little bows you tie your hair in a ponytail with?” “Is that where they were disappearing?” “The correct answer was because she likes them. Also yes, but I can borrow you some of mine, if you want.” “Why doesn’t Camie take yours?” Momo stiffles a groan, because Ladies don’t groan.

Still puzzled by Yaoyorozu’s words, Todo mulls over them for a long time. Eventually, he sits up in bed and asks, “Bakugou? Were you courting Camie?” Bakugou coughs out half his clothes, and Todo stares at them with disdain. “Not exactly the answer I was expecting.” “What the fuck, half’n’half???” “Yaoyorozu brought it to my attention that you might fancy our pianist-” “wellI fucking don’t” “and by that, he means he does,” Kirishima helpfully supplies.

Todo is even more confused now, because how can everyone but Bakugou say his feelings exist when the person himself denies them? He leaves in the midst of Iida scolding Bakugou for “hypocrisy! How can you tell Midoriya-kun he was oblivious when you are obviously in denial!” and knocks on Yaoyorozu’s door. She’s wearing her nightdress, but somehow, Todoroki finds her even more stunning without her hair done, and he wonders if it’d be inappropriate to run his paw through it (probably not a good idea - his claws might hurt her)

Momo welcomes him inside, and beams when he notices she was reading one of his recommended books. “Do you like it?” “Immensely!” she nods with enthusiasm. “The characters are incredibly well built, and their love for each other is touching!” Something in Todoroki’s jaw twitches at that, and she tilts her head. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t get it.” Momo’s head tilts further, her eyebrows dropping slightly. “Then why did you recommend me a book you didn’t understand?” “Because I thought you could explain it to me.”

His eyes flit towards the piano, and Momo follows his look, suddenly understanding. “You want to know about Camie and Bakugou.” He nods. Camie perks up and lets out a joyous note as Momo seats herself on the edge of her bed and pats the place next to her for Todoroki to sit down.

And so they listen. In their human forms, Camie and Bakugou’s interactions used to be few and far between, as Camie could mostly be seen at parties, whereas Bakugou avoided those like the plague. “The curse did us good, which is like, really ironical, when you think ‘bout it,” Camie says with a melodious laugh, startling Todo. He never thought anything good could come out of the curse. Out of being around him.

Being stuck in the same room means Bakugou eventually learnt her songs and he’ll never admit it, but Uraraka told her he does hum them whenever the quiet becomes too much. When Camie still had a place in Todoroki’s room, Bakugou would even go as far as suggesting possible changes to the original songs she was composing

In turn, Camie would help with the design of Todoroki’s suits - and so, Lord Todo discovers the secret behind Bakugou’s love for that blue suit (entirely Camie’s doing). He isn’t sure whether to thank Camie for a stunning piece of clothing or to curse her (again) for all the harsh words (and white ribbons) Bakugou spat out when he tore said suit (it was a teensy tiny little thing, to Todoroki’s credit)

Bakugou still makes Iida do incredibly precise sketches of the clothes he’s about to create and sends them to Camie for a double check. Ever since Momo arrived, he asks what she will be wearing, so he can prepare matching clothes. “I knew something was amiss with the amount of blue and red I’ve been wearing lately,” Todoroki mutters under his breath, but Momo hears nonetheless, and she giggles.

Todo returns to his room late, and collapses on his bed mutely. “What’s wrong?” Kirishima asks, tilting over dangerously much - the last time he showed concern, a mirror almost broke (he’s the vanity). Todoroki turns around so his face faces the bedpost, and he says, looking at no one in particular, “Utsushimi is weird.” “HA?!” Bakugou yells, doors wide open and hangers trembling menacingly.

Loud shrieks that Momo has learnt to associate with Bakugou can be heard across the hall, and Camie puffs a little before starting to play. Left alone, Momo hugs her knees to her chest and thinks about Lord Todoroki’s words, the “I thought you could explain it to me” and the way he absorbed each of Camie’s words like they were intricate riddles to crack, and suddenly, all of the fairytales he gave her, all of the tender gestures, everything makes sense. “Camie,” she says with a hoarse voice, looking up at the piano who fell deadly quiet. “Does love break the curse?”

Momo is a smart cookie pass it along~

[scuzmunkie]

Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 4

A/N: My cute, amazing, darling little pumpkins!!! I love you all and appreciate every single one of you!!!! You guys have no idea how excited I get when you guys comment, reblog or hit that heart!! I do the most embarrassing happy dance! Really, it’s quite cringe worthy! Without further ado, here is chapter 4! As always lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list and if there are any mistakes!! Enjoy!! Smooches! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 1000+ Warnings: Thematic elements, a slightly steamy scene, and as always language. Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ Baron let out a huff as he ran his hands over his smooth head. His wolf was screaming at him to go back to Addie, finish what he started, but Baron was far too stubborn to give in. When he made his way back to his dressing room, he wasn’t surprised in the least to find Corey lounging on the couch playing on his phone. “So, how did your talk with Addie go?” He asked, not looking up from his phone. “Interesting, to say the least.” “I noticed that she stomped the hell outta you- whoa!” Corey sat up straight, pupils dilated, “What’s that smell?!” “Huh?” Baron looked at Corey as he jumped up and started sniffing the air. He got close to Baron’s face and deeply inhaled, his eyes flashing gold. “Holy shit, is that from Addie?” Corey asked, eyes rolling in the back of his head as his top and bottom canines elongated. “The little minx’s scent is absolutely delectable.” His voice deepened as he ran his tongue over his teeth. Baron couldn’t stop the snarl that escaped him as he slammed his beta against the wall, his teeth and eyes morphed because of his anger. “Easy, alpha.” Corey said, his hands in the air. Baron snapped his head back to reality, releasing Corey’s jacket. He slowly backed away, rubbing his face in frustration. “Sorry man, I don’t know what the hell came over me.” Baron said as he sat on the couch. “Seriously? You don’t know what came over you?” Corey mocked him, earning himself a glare, “Maybe it’s because a certain makeup artist is bringing out the dominant alpha in you? The need to stalk her as your prey, to corner her shivering body and when she least expects it, when she feels as tho she’s escaped your grasp...” Baron maintained a stoic facade, but on the inside it felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire as he listened to Corey, his mind flooding with carnal desires. “you POUNCE! Then feast on the mouth watering spoils of your conquest.” “You’re full of shit, man.” Baron scoffed. “Ok, whatever you say, but I’ve never seen you so worked up over some chick before.” Corey stated as Baron rolled his eyes. “Well, do what you want, but if I were you I’d keep an eye her. You know how Dolph gets around submissives.” Baron’s head snapped up at Corey’s reminder. He felt his blood boil at the thought of Dolph trying to seduce Addie. If only he knew that at that very moment, the Show Off had already set his sights on the timid young lady. —- As Dolph left Addie’s side, a figure was standing in the shadows waiting for Dolph to pass him. “Some things never change, do they?” Dolph looked to his left at the source of the voice. “Still leading on fragile and unsuspecting women, I see.” “What do you want, Cole?” Dolph growled out. “Oh nothing, just warning you that Corbin has already scented Adelina. Perhaps you should back off.” Michael wasn’t the type of man to get involved in the affairs of others outside of his commentary, but he liked Addie. He thought she was a sweet young lady with a pure heart and good head on her shoulders. She was a breath of fresh air. He didn’t want Dolph to get his grubby hands all over her and break her heart. “Oh really, now?” Dolph bit his bottom lip as his eyes landed on Addie once more. “So the big, bad alpha has a soft spot.” Michael could see the gears working in Dolph’s head. “Don’t.” Michael warned. “Don’t what?” “Don’t take what Baron has already staked claim to and don’t you dare hurt her, rogue!” Michael spat, his anger starting to build. Dolph didn’t belong to any pack. He was a drifter, a loner, someone who thought that they were above the laws of the pack. He was a hazard and a liability because he didn’t have the stability of a pack and an alpha to rein him in. He often had bouts of anger that had led to severe violence at times. He had to be brought to Raw from Smackdown because he tried to seduce Brie, but the one thing a wolf should never do is mess with the alpha’s luna! Baron and Daniel had approached Stephanie and Hunter about his erratic behavior and together they came to the solution of assigning Drew, Baron’s top enforcer, to keep him in check. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dolph said, feigning innocence. “The way I see it is I’m just consoling an upset young lady.” He laughed as he walked to his dressing room. Michael rubbed his temples trying to mentally prepare himself for the shit storm that was on the horizon. —- Baron hid behind a fallen tree, clad only in a pair of jeans, watching as Addie unsuspectingly jogged along another lit path leading through the woods where they currently were touring. Why is it that she always seemed to be there when he shifted?! By now, his hands, eyes and teeth were the only features on him to have morphed, however all of his senses were heightened. As Addie jogged passed Baron’s hiding place, her foot snagged on an uprooted tree root. Falling to the ground, she yelped in pain as she clutched her bloody knee. The smell instantly hitting Baron’s nose. His head snapped in her direction and before he could stop himself, Baron was running straight for her. Out of nowhere, Baron tackled Addie to the ground, laying her flat on her back, growling in her face. She screamed as she tried her hardest to push Baron off of her, her bloody hands smearing across his face. He licked his lips, her sweet blood dancing on his tongue. He immediately grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one of his clawed hands. His other hand slipped under her shirt, he couldn't stop himself from palming the soft warm flesh of her belly. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, his teeth skimming over the skin just below her ear. “Mmmm.... little rabbit, you smell delicious.” “Baron?!” She stopped fighting, “Wha-what are you doing?” she asked, panting hard. “We want you...” his voice slowly getting deeper, almost sounding like there were two voices “we need you.” He emphasized his words by dragging his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw. Addie moaned, turning her head, her skin exposed to Baron’s skilled mouth. He pulled his head back, his eyes somehow glowing brighter than they already were. Without warning, Baron let out a loud snarl and sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of Addie’s neck, marking her as his. She let out a strangled, pleasured moan, her body arching into his. “Nnnggghh.... ALPHA!!” —- Baron shot up from his bed, panting and drenched in sweat. “Holy shit...” he muttered as he laid his head back down on his pillow. Sighing, he rubbed his face. It had felt so real, he could still taste her on his tongue. Letting out a shaky breath, he looked at his phone as he wiped the sweat from his face. It was only ‪3:42‬ in the morning. Seeing as sleep was out of the question, he turned to mind numbing gaming to calm the beast inside him who was currently demanding Baron go find her and make Addie his... in every sense of the word. Hours later, Baron sat in his hotel room, ps4 controller in hand, when there was a knock on his door. “What do you want, Cole?” Baron yelled, not bothering to get up. “I have some information you might be interested in.” Sighing, Baron paused his game, begrudgingly got off the bed and opened the door. There stood Michael, an old bag strapped across his chest and hanging on his hip. “What?” Baron groaned out. “Can I come in?” Growling, he opened the door and allowed Michael into his room. “May I?” He asked, gesturing to an empty chair in the young alpha’s hotel room. Baron silently nodded. Michael sat down, never letting go of the bag, but instead held it securely on his lap. “What do you want?!” Baron’s patience wearing thin. “I couldn’t help but notice that you scented Adelina.” Baron sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What’s your point, Cole?!” “Well there’re few things you need to know. First off, Dolph is looking to take what your wolf has claimed, even if you haven’t admitted it to yourself.” Baron’s head snapped up, he couldn’t explain why he felt absolute rage searing through his body. The thought of Dolph so much as looking at Addie had his blood boiling. It took all of his strength to keep his wolf at bay. “Because I’ve been with this company for a long time, I know that the only reason he set his sights on her is because you’ve subconsciously shown an interest in her. He sees it as a challenge if he, a rogue, could take her from you, an alpha. Once he’s had her he’ll throw her aside, a mere pawn in his sick game. I’ve come to think of Adelina like a daughter, know that if that does happen and he hurts her, I will get justice for her, whatever it takes.” Michael looked his alpha dead in the eye, something one should never do to their alpha unless they mean to challenge them. However, in this case, he simply wanted to make sure Baron knew how serious he was. If Dolph were to hurt Addie, Michael would do everything in his power to destroy him. Baron growled in Michael’s face, forcing him to drop his gaze. “Anything else I should know, Cole?” He seethed, an underlining threat laced in his voice. Michael closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, with tears in his eyes, he once again looked at his alpha. “Adelina is sick.”

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[autistic-council-spectre]

god im thinkin bout how i want Zan to meet ppl again and im very tempted to make @sparatus 's line bout Des when i was fuckin around like the very first thing he says to them

like okay. Nihlus is showing Zander around to everyone, the Spectres on base currently, Tevos and Valern, and of course the wonderfully radiant, best reporter Miss Teia and her husband who does something important too probably. ("I pay you is what I do." "Yeah but she feeds me so like who's really better here.") (They're also adopted immediately, Nih congratulates them on their new mom. They let out a distressed noooo and hes about to lovingly beat them up before- "NOW I HAVE TO BUY MOTHER'S DAY GIFTS FOR THREE MOMS. THATS TOO MANY GIFTS. FUCK." Nihlus is crying laughing by the end of it.)

Someone offhandedly asks if he's going to introduce them to Desolas last. Nih is ???? Confused, of course he is since he's on Palaven. They say no,,,,your brother in law is on the citadel.

Nihlus doesn't correct that he's technically not his brother in law because he hasn't married Saren yet, because he's too busy teaching a wide eyed Zan new curse words. That they immediately mark down for future use.

The plan was: wait a few weeks before popping a video call like surprise! I have a protege! And its that goblin over in the corner. Cue swearing while the call is muted so they can't learn More Fun New Words. But now he has to deal with Hot Mess Part One instead of just Hot Mess Part Two: Biotic Edition.

So he plops them in a corner with the instructions of please for the love of fuck don't move. This is your home now stay there. Before scuttling off to convince Des to Not immediately yeet them out a window. Even if they probably deserve it.

They do not listen of course. It's their first time on this part of the citadel and Zander Dumbass Thot Lycaon Shepard wishes to explore.

Nihlus doesn't know this however as he's explaining to Des that yes, his proteges a human. Yes it's terrible they've been here only a few years and already are angling for a Spectreship. No you cannot sic Saren on them. They're tiny, he'll break them by looking at them wrong. Don't have Valis beat them up either then they're REALLY gonna die.

Half way through they hear a muffled taptaptaptaptAPTAPTAPTAP (like when u call ur dog/cat and they scuttle on all fast to you) before the door flies open and there's a flustered Zan. They burst into the wrong room first and got a heavy book thrown at them by Sparatus because he was trying to relax with Teia before his next meeting.

Nihlus can feel his soul leave his body.

Des is about to say something about disrespectful humans.

But Zan cuts him off with a "I MET A RLLY BUFF TURIAN WITH SCARS." (Des squares up to Actually Kill Them if they say anything bad about Valis. Nihlus is dead, he is deceased, this is going to be the shortest time a person's been a Spectre and they're not even officially one yet.)

"SHE WAS REALLY PRETTY, AND HOT, AND A LIL SCARY BECAUSE SHES VERY BIG. BUT I LOVE HER SHE'S AWESOME."

The next thing they know Desolas is holding them up out from him and they have a gay crisis for the millionth time that day. They hang that way for a very long moment, long enough to realize they may have made A Mistake™, before Des talks. "I do not like you, and I do not like your species, and I definitely don't like the fact my brother hasn't pummelled the snot out of you yet." Another pause while Zan's soul slowly leaves their body. "But, you recognize how great, and badass, and hot my wife is so you may stay."

They're then dropped unceremoniously on the floor.

Nihlus spends the next however long lovingly yelling at them for not listening. Zan says back that it was totally worth it because they got to meet Valis and also got held by Des. Tho they're at least 2% sure he may have tried to eat them if they didn't like her.

[realmzenith]

benke !!!!!!

u truly want me dead but ily so- BUT OK BENKE my meme child

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?.2 seconds i hate him. if he HAD to sit still and he was feeling slightly more chill than usual he could prbly go five minutes. tops. he’s just rlly antsy. he needs to be doing smth w his hands

How easy is it for your character to laugh?EH not super easily but defo more easily than a lot of my other ocs from one to ten one being laughs extremely easily he’s prbly a 4. the key is to find him memes esp political nihilistic memes or fall in front of him bc he’s terrible

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)he doesn’t sleep. e v e r. who do u think he is?? nah jk on a more serious note, he actually doesn’t sleep very easily so usually he just listens to music until he dozes off

How easy is it to earn their trust?gosh that’s. difficult to say. p hard actually?? surprisingly hard for how much of a meme he acts like and how relatively extroverted he is. from one to ten w one meaning it’s very easy to gain his trust i’d say 7

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?he doesn’t rlly attach himself to ppl easily so it’s p easy to get him to not trust u. like he’ll be chill w u but he wont trust u all that much it’s a weird dynamic w him. w one being v easy to get him to distrust and ten very hard, he’s a 5. p much in the middle not rlly too much to one side or another

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?rules are great until they impede him from getting what he’s aimin for :) on a more serious note, he doesn’t rlly give a damn abt most laws like he doesn’t want to go to jail but at the same time if he’s not going to get caught he’s going to do it bc hey wtf yolo

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?LOL NOSTALGia thats a joke he dislikes sappy things n nostalgia falls into that category but he will on v v rare occasions reminisce. certain musical pieces have that effect on him esp the classical ones as he’s grown up w music (being a practical prodigy on the piano and all). he guesses that sometimes it is kind of nice to remember. just once in a while tho. in a while being the key phrase here

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?I MEAN he’s sixteen he’s still technically a child but basically the most common thing he hears is stop slacking and work harder. being an asian kid getting As is? absolutely crucial he’ll be smacked upside the head by his parents if he doesn’t so they always tell him to stop slacking tf off n actually study for once (tbh it’s fine he’s a genius practically he gets As easier than u can say banana split)

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?absolutely and he doesn’t rlly remember but he thinks it was “shit”

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?once he set out twenty peeps just behind the wheels of his mom’s car and when she backed out the entire wheels got covered in peeps and when she came home saying there was all this weird gooey stuff on her wheels and looked pointedly at him. he just blurted out that it was god exacting judgement on her for her sins. it didn’t end well. he ended up washing the entire car by himself. it still haunts him to this day

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?he’ll literally just say “what the fuck” and laugh

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?whine about it until someone scratches it for him dependent on how comfy he is around the ppl he’s with. if he’s not comfy around the ppl he’s w he’ll just sulk internally or scurry off to the bathroom and like, rub his back (presumptively that’s where he can’t reach) against the edge of the stall until the itch is gone bc he’s high

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?he thinks he looks best in all colors also he doesn’t rlly care abt fashion. he looks best in HM like purple or royal blue?? 

What animal do they fear most?he has this weird fear of armadillos and no one knows why it has smth to do w an incident at the zoo when he was six

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?he honestly doesn’t say everything that comes to mind even tho it SOUNDS like he does but he also. basically says everything that comes to mind. it’s odd bc he ends up being rlly engaging in conversation anyways. however he isnt immune to being at a loss for words and when he’s under pressure he will stumble a lil thru what he’s saying. but most of the time what u hear is what he’s thinkin

What makes their stomach turn?ok he’s not SUPER big abt justice or anything like that but if someone’s being torn down he’ll get rlly uncomfy unless he’s the one who initiated it bc he’s like hey hey haha guys dont say that abt them. also he dislikes roly polys w a passion bc they remind him of armadillos :)

Are they easily embarrassed?on one hand he has no shame on the other he does get p flustered if ppl flirt w him and it hits a spot (in a good way)? like he does get embarrassed moderately easily but it takes him a few seconds to realize he should be embarrassed if u get me

What embarrasses them?flirting, if u get a well aimed compliment in that he didn’t expect. also realizing he’s made a fool of himself bc that oftentimes happens but he also rarely realizes it so if he REALIZES he’s made a fool of himself he will get flustered

What is their favorite number?420 duh

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?he’d be like wtf why r u asking me this but if someone he does trust and is close to asked him he’d try his best to give a serious answer after a bout of awkward laughing to make sure they were serious. prbly like “familial love and platonic love are the same thing basically right? i guess platonic love is how u love ur friends so yk brofists and shit and then romantic love is more? special? idk it’s fucking great tho *fingers guns at sev*”

Why do they get up in the morning? his mom makes him get up for school otherwise what is leaving his bed when he can just pull his comp onto his lap while STAYING in his bed and game from there

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? oh he’s very possessive. he’ll defo keep whatever he’s worried abt losing close by to start and if it’s a person- friend or s/o- he’s going to be touching them a lot more. a hand on the back, a hug at the side, running his hands through their hair casually. anything to assert that no back off ur not taking them from me. but if it continues, which it v well may, knowing him, he’s going to start getting snarky n verbally fighting the other person. basically Messy pls reassure him if u are the object of his affections and he’s getting side-eye emoji abt someone 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? he defo becomes resentful a bit. like he doesn’t get envious over most things- it’s mostly fear of losing the thing once he has it- but when it does he will get resentful and hole up a bit and generally just seem a little ticked

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?yeah he’s comfy talking abt sex. prbly a little too comfy. so basically anyone willing to engage him in the conversation topic will likely hear abt it but he’s calmed down ever since he got involved w sev

What are their thoughts on marriage?marriage is good? but far off and amorphous in his mind. for the most part he’s like there’s nothing wrong w it but it crosses his mind EXTREMELY infrequently   

What is their preferred mode of transportation? preferably in the back of a private plane, squirrel suit gliding or on a giant eagle, none of which he’s ever experienced in his life. but out of the things he has he is fond of sailing when it’s calm out bc he does get seasick a tiny bit. he likes fast cars too

What causes them to feel dread? his mother :) she may be small but she is Frightening

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? he doesnt rlly give a damn so lie most of the time but at the same time if he cares abt the thing and he’s asking u abt it pls do urself a favor and tell him the truth. it’s what he prefers and it’s rare anyways that he actually asks after smth

Do they usually live up to their own ideals? nope. he wants to win a nobel prize, publish a meme compilation book, become a world class pianist, go to pluto- u get the idea. ya boi has many high hopes for himself which he’s not rlly meeting atm. he’s a little all over the place, so despite his many talents he isn’t quite living up to the ideal version of himself he’s seeking after and prbly never will it’ll be very hard to get him to admit this not bc he’s an edgelord or smth but it’s hard to get him to talk abt deeper things but he does sincerely want to be a good moral person which dependent on the day and his level of seriousness he may or may not be living up to in his own eyes as well as in the eyes of others. what can i say he’s kind of a hoe

Who do they most regret meeting? life…. when life’s hand touched upon his little heart and gave him the gift of herself he immediately was filled w Ragret- on a more serious note it’s prbly the armadillo from the zoo

Who are they the most glad to have met? sev? he also adores his piano teacher but good luck getting him to admit that w heartfelt sincerity 

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? it’s honestly whatever’s the most recent thing he observed, heard or experienced when it comes to stories. he has no shortage of words to say and his fav sort of memes and jokes are politically nihilistic ones. so those are? in a way his go to?

Could they be considered lazy? yes. he only applies himself if he’s interested and for most of school he has no qualms abt being a lil sus and casually “accidentally” getting the answers to things so yeah that’s. that could be considered lazy. however, when he does care abt smth he will absolutely dedicate himself to it. he practices piano consistently and diligently day in and day out so it honestly depends on if he cares or not

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? v difficult. he rarely becomes guilty for longer than .4 seconds but when it does he’s srsly going to internalize that bc if he’s feeling guilty he prbly f-ed up real bad. he also won’t rlly talk abt it to anyone so it’s even more likely it’ll just get internalized 

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? that’s extremely dependent on who it is and what it is. if it’s sev he’ll b v supportive but sev is a VERY big exception in most cases also sev rarely gets visibly excited abt things so it’s usually a cause for celebration when he does. if josie (his bff) is excited abt smth? if he can relate he’ll be excited for her but if he can’t he’ll TRY his best but there will be some teasing involved bc that’s how he diffuses confusion. their other bff will get the same treatment but w slightly more effort bc she’s more sensitive but gosh if it’s someone he doesn’t know rlly well he’ll be rlly confused he’ll be like good for u ha?? or someone he knows casually. they’ll get teased so he tries but he also sucks at life. for such a great analyst he’s terrible at being socially delicate

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? tbh prbly actively seek it. he defo pursued sev before they got together

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? he doesn’t rlly give a damn abt ppl’s names but if it’s say a piano piece it’s honestly just cold, hard repetition 

What memory do they revisit the most often? he doesn’t reminisce often hes a p go go go type of guy but if he does it’s prbly abt sev. neither of them voice it often but they’re both rlly grateful for the other

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? see, he’s kind of oblivious he doesn’t rlly think abt these things but when something annoys him? oh it annoys him and he’s going to make no effort to hide it or ignore it. so he’s honestly rlly bad at ignoring other ppl’s flaws. he’s a bit of a b like that 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?very

How do they feel about children? no particular opinion! he’s the younger sib by quite a bit so he’s always been kind of the baby. he thinks kids are fine and he’s actually p good w them but he’d prefer to not babysit or anything like that. there are better more enjoyable things he could be doing w his time. as for having kids he almost never thinks abt that so he’s got no opinion there either. what happens happens after all

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? he doesn’t particularly have One End Goal but he has many aspirations and if he cares abt smth he will do everything in his power to reach it at least within reason. so p badly relatively speaking? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? he’s bi so if someone asked him to explain it he’d be like “it means idc what someone’s gender is when it comes to whether i want to fuck or not ;)” yes i hate him too

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?MEME KING but also i’m excited to try and work out the balance between apathy, drive and subtle but very much present care for the ppl around himB) What inspired you to create them?i need a best friend for the main chara of the story benke is a part of! additionally, he shares a lot of character traits w an irl friend of mine so it’s a bit of a nod to themC) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?nope! benke was created for the purpose of filling a role tho honestly he’s spun a wild story for himself somehow looking @ u sevD) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?i must admit benke does NOT have a set appearance as of the present. he’s afab nb and does nothing to present as more masculine than he naturally appears. he’s indian, 5′4″ and he’s got short hair w highlights but beyond that i’m still working out his appearance E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?yes on a surface level to both. we’d meme together but at a deeper level we wouldn’t make good close friends. benke’s brand of caring for ppl is nearly opposite to mine and bc we’re already both unconventional in how we show we care abt someone we’d prbly both end up feeling neglected. there’d be a lot of miscommunication and honestly, ya boi would get on my nerves n i’d prbly get on hisF) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?TIRED he TIRES me but also a bit of pride bc he’s growinG) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?where do i begin. prbly how he’s unintentionally self centered. benke is far from uncaring abt his friends he will do crazy stupid brave things for them if it ever came to that but it’s hard for him to see why some of the things he says hurt other ppl’s feelings esp if they’re diff from him. he’ll be like ?? why u offended i didn’t say anything mean. he’s also RLLY bad at handling serious emotions even when they sometimes do need to be dealth wH) What trait do you admire most?HM prbly his knack for being a great conversationalist. ppl like him even if he isn’t the most popular bc he’s funny and p chill. he doesn’t have too much drama so it’s like hey there’s the meme guy even tho he’s kinda weird and tbh goals. being a good conversationalist can get u places and ease up SO many social situationsI) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?PRBLY but also i think he’d do rlly well in a sci fi universe eyes emojiJ) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?nah not rlly?? not yet at least ! 

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Voltron Cast vs. Personality types

Feel free to add & correct

Lance

Very Clearly ESxx. He’s practically “Extrovert problems” incarnate, poor boi, just wants to be liked & accepted.  

I’d say he has some Fe there but the degree of inappropriate jokes vs value judgements/policing suggests tertiary rather than dominant. ESTP then. 

Pretty much that common Fi PolR/ Fe tert problem of not realizing your own inclinations & opinions of yourself “count” & therefore  looking for external validation a lot. Adding to that is his crazy aim & knack for planning sneaky strategies on the fly, also he once mentioned he has a hard time sleeping if he gets all pumped off, having so much energy it needs to be burned off is a common Se dom issue, as is his concern with looks, status & “finer pleasures” & his competitive streak.

He’s an inert subtype, and enneagram wise he’s such an obvious 3w2 someone who never saw the show could tell just from me reblogging posts about him. He keeps making up roles for himself to play (”cool ninja sharpshooter”) & hoping they catch on with the others, though there’s also an angle of wanting to contribute & be needed. 

imma venture soc/sx but im not adamant on this.  Sanguine classic. 

Also very obvious oldham Inventive with sprinklings of Devoted and Dramatic. He’s also a dead-ringer Mercury-Venus. Also probably Thunderbird.

Gryffindor or Hufflepuff tho? There would probaby be hatstall, but ultimately I feel he would be a “grow into it” Gryffindor. 

The Red Lion only takes them Gryffindors BTW. Come on. Bravery? honor? No self-preservation? Likewise, the green Lion only takes Ravenclaws and the Yellow one only takes hufflepuffs. The recipe is probably more complicated with the other two tho. 

Hunk

The most obvious ISFJ to ever SiFe. 

He’s cautious & prefers the familiar, a good judge of character & may need to see things with their own eyes to grasp their full scope, but also has a big heart cares a lot. Hasthat “inferior Ne panic reaction” too. 

You kinda also see the “dexterous/practical” side of Si with his being a mechanic. The makers have described the contrast between him and pidge as the “figure it out & think it up” side of engineering vs the “buid it & make it work” side of it  which is basically N vs. S in a nutshell. 

Inert Subtype. Pudwudkie Hufflepuff. Nuff said. A 9w1, probably, though with a notable 6w5 fix. sp/soc. Phlegmatic. Venus. Clearly has some Sensitive style in him but he’s not all that shy & fluttery so there’s probably some stabilizing influence there. Not wholly sure if it’s some Leisurely or something else

Allura

Preddy much ESTJ. Brave, dutiful, action-oriented, bossy, fortright, yells a lot, can be rigid sometimes, we know the drill.   

Contact subtype. Mars-Jupiter af. srly that’s just a holistic sumup of her character.  Choleric. (ChlorSan prolly) 2w1  soc/sp? I do think soc  is right & she does have that “politcian-y” quality.  

She’s ever the altrustic helper ready to put her life in danger, insists they answer every distress call,  and has this ‘diplomatic important organization leader’ thing going on that social 2s do.The w1 also manifests as back & white or oversimple thinking at times.

Oldham wise it’s hard, something of a pronounced mixed/intereference pattern with both Self-Sacrifcing and Aggressive in the mix.

Wampus.  I see why someone might say Slytherin but I’m sticking with Gryffindor for now.

Pidge

This one is kinda easy.

INTP 5w6. Ravenclaw. Horned Serpent. Lunar. sp/soc. IDK bout vertical subtype but she rambles/blurts more than she snarks/criticises so I’m saying contact. 

Less sure ‘bout oldham though there’s probably some Vigilant, though not, like, sharp excess.

Imma run with melancholic b/c she’s definitely not pure Phlegmatic or Supine. MelPhleg perhaps. 

Shiro

Apparently there has been a case of “the fan-favorite is always INFJ” (TF?) but I think most of us will agree that he has Te - he’s goot at handing out tasks, managing people, coming up with courses of action...

He rocks that tert Fi too in that he’s a good listener & tries to further the other’s personal developement. 

We often think of natural leaders as extroverts but ISTJ is prolly the introvert most likely to become head-of-state. He just fits the overall patterns of ISTJ: Dilligent, put-together (when he can help it), great integrity, perceptive with details & able to use comparision with past experiences to kick butt in the present (Like when he timed the Sentry Drones’ rounds), though he does’t have the elbowy agression/striving of other TJ-types, and he’s a morning person too. 

He’s probably a contact subtype. Temperament wise he’d be one of those few where I’d be tempted to call ‘balanced/Leukine’, but if I didn’t I’d say ChlorPhleg comes the closest.  1w9 af, prolly sp/soc with a degree of both personalperfectionism & mentoring others present, and also feeling overly responsible for everything. 

Oldham wise an obvious conscientious type. 

While he’d sure have some gryffindor potential, his firm belief in teamwork & humility would probaby land him in Hufflepuff.- Think Cedric Diggory who was also a sort of prodigy. Though he is probably also very much a Wampus.

Also, he’s a classic, archetypical pure Saturn type. Actually, I believe at least partially saturnyne personalities are the Black Lion’s thing. Still not sure how Blue’s could be quantified, apart from possibly favoring extroverts, but that’s probably by design. 

Keith

Mai Spicy Boi! . 

I’m just gonna flat out say that he cannot be anything other than a contact subtype Se auxillary. Just look at all that Se! That’s about as much of the stuff as you can possibly cram into an introvert. 

He’s got sharp senses & reflexes, often reacts to opportunities, observations and impressions in the moment (and very often it’s a deliberate risk that works out - he’s not just “hotheaded” or “not thinking”, but he’s thinking about things to do or investigate, not so much what happens next. ) & improvised, didn’t really have longterm plans after flunking out, He also very much has the ‘decisive’ and agressive side of Se though I wouldn’t call him dominant. 

And I’m saying ISTP over ISFP b/c the Se itself seems a sufficient explanation for his reactive nature,and then there’s general lack of people skills, solitary mode of operation & difficulty with group work (not a shred of Te not even inferior) 

Also, when he’s actually thinking rather than just waltzing in guns blazing, he very much has task-oriented, detached impersonal reasoning  “But can we afford to save the princess? It’s not about the glory. The cause is bigger than any of us.” He’s also very much the cynic of the group or the one most inclined to see things in shades of grey rather than black & whites. 

I doublechecked this to make sure I’m not just assuming him to be a Ti dom b/c he’s my fav character, but ‘ISTP’ really seem to summarize his character & much of the metas written about him very well.

Soo... is he a cp 6? a sp4? An 8? Probably all of those, they don’t call that the “tripple reactive” tritype for nothing but coretype wise I’d put him very much in the action triad as a 8w7, that’s not even all that uncommon for ISTPs. He’s also very distinctly soc blind,(which may explain why he doesn’t really manifest the dominant part of the 8, but he’s very much got the every-man-for-himself, rely-on-no-one rebel part of it, as well as the characteristic problem with backing down/shelving arguments though the other fixes, again, don’t help.  ) not sure if sx/sp or sp/sx, on the one hand he’s...tempestuous, on the other he spent a year as a desert hermit and found itpleasantly calm, at least in part, so if pressed I’d go with sp/sx, also because of his tedency to hold himself apart from the group somewhat without much indication that it’s a conscious choice. 

Oldham wise he’s got some adventurous & some vigilant but also some sort of more emotionally juicy counterpoint to that without which he’d have a lot more hostile unconcern. He’s not clingy enough for Mercurial tho so I’m vaguely at a loss. 

He’s got some more maturity to acquire there but I do think there’s very much a Saturn-Mars underneath it all. Certainly NOT as thought-through as a pure saturn and with no shortage on the action but he does have momentzs of somberness and nuanced understanding.  Very much fits both the archetype of the ‘rugged doer’ and the ‘powerful, cause-oriented person’. though he still has some work to do on the ‘inspiring others’ part. 

Gryffindor, no 2 ways about it. (Some have suggested Slytherin because he’s the “edgy” one but honestly I don’t see that at all. He has zero interest in personal glory or the ‘in-group’ & doesn’t seem to think of himself as special though he would very much have the grounds to do so.) 

The real question is: Wampus or Thunderbird tho?

Coran

Clearly has both Ne (wackyness and quirkyness) and Si (storytime! “Proper” Traditionalist), and too much for either to be the inferior. 

Since he doesn’t seem like a Ne auxillary, that leaves us with ESFJ by principle of exclusion, like he kinda has the chattynes & is always helping with everything & taking all the duties. Probably a contact subtype. 

Hufflepuff for similar reasons. IDK bout Ilvermony but he does have an adventurous side that did shenanigans with the previous paladins, so probably Thunderbird. 

Out of the enneagram types that commonly occur in ExSJ, 9 seems the likeliest, he’s nor dramatic enough for a core type in the emotional triad. I’d say he also has a 7w6 fix somewhere. Also he’s probably soc-first... and in hindsight actualy acts alot like a textbook social 9, working a lot to support the community while not taking the spotlight himself. 

Oldham wise I’d postulate a Dramatic-Devoted mix.

Essence type made me think for a bit i had several inconclusive kneejerk reactions but imma stick with Jupiter for now.

Zarkon

Well, another ESTJ, prolly an inert subtype tho. 

Pretty much your standard evil overlord/ Te dom villain, though he’s more an enforcer than someone who does a lot of lecturing like when he does it’s usually to-the-point, plus he was sorta repressed in his youth & seemingly a strict traditionalist. 

Also a very obvious Aggressive type (complete with the comon constellation where the spouse can deal with & accept that that but the kid’s can’t & regular teenage rebellion ends in dramatic estrangement), like, he would not be questioned even by his best friend even long before he went nuts enough to randomly murder ppl for talking back to him.

You could deem him an  8w9 and a Saturn for similar reasons though he evidently incorporates the more negative aspects of that... though he did have a “protective-responsible” side before things got too sour.

Ovsly Slytherin (& wampus), methinks the whole imperial family would be one those dynastic Slytherin families for all their differences. 

Haggar

I found her hard to get a read on for the first two seasons, but with the backstory reveal I think I can conclude INTx, see the whole lightning speech & the whole “Think of the Potential!” attitude, also her being a misanthropic cat lady & sassing Alfor to his face (”customary gesture”) way before things went all sour.

I am less sure here, but out of the two options INTP is more likely because I think I see more indications for SiFe than for FiSe. Her present day self is markedly more cautious than she was in her younger days. She minimally toys with her victims for effect (Poor Shiro) and has this pretty honest devotion & concern for Zarkon, though she seems content subordinating herself to him, though she has this dourish Si-Ti bubble-popping, “Yeah sure but be cautious” attitude especially in interaction with Lotor & Zarkon.  

Beyond that, i’d say that she is a very clearly an inert subtype, a Serious-primary and probably some fashion of 5w6 (by principle of exclusion). Slytherin & Horned Serpent. What else would a mad science shadow empress space witch possbly be? Might be Lunar but don’t really have a good read there

Lotor

Some kind of NF, ENFJ if I had to guess. Not his father indeed, though still quite ExxJ. He has the charme, he has a planning, analytic quality underneath, but while he had ambition the more fundamental motivation seems to be to enarn recognition to prove himself.

sx/soc 7, glorious, extra with lots of plumage, certainly very self-interested when it comes down but you could totally picture him just chilling with his henchladies & preferring a ‘personal’ environment/inner circle though he can totally work crowds like clay. 

Self-Confident with a tinge of Exuberant perhaps. 

Slytherin Thunderbird. 

Perhaps what an antagonistic Solar Type looks like. He’s got charme, he’s got loftiness and big goals he works hard to accomplish and little hesitation to put his own person out on the field  but he’s sorta the very opposite of naive, very much a planner and going all road runner on poor Keith. Come to think of it,one could make a good case for him as a Solar-Saturn. 

As for the Generals/henchladies we’ve only seen bits & pieces of them so far all we can really tell is that Narti and Acxa are introverts while Zethrid and Ezor are extroverts, but Imma risk a guess based on rough vibes/ intuition:

Ezor: ESFP Narti: ISTP Acxa: ISTJ Zethrid: ESTJ