#& I SMELL BACKSTORY AND I LOVE BACKSTORY. ( character bios )

[spirit-lanterns]

THE BOSS’ CHARACTER SHEET

A semi-detailed post about the Boss’ character information and personality. Certain pieces of information are REDACTED, but will be unlocked in the future.

All information available for the Boss, is under the cut:

BIO: 

FULL NAME: ??? “The Boss” {TO BE UNLOCKED}

GENDER: Female 

PRONOUNS: She/her 

AGE: 38 years old 

HEIGHT: 5’8

MODEL TYPE: Tall female 

TYPE: Playable character

FACTION(S): The Rabbit’s Foot

WORLD: Penacony

RARITY: 5 Star 

PATH: Harmony 

COMBAT TYPE: Imaginary 

OVERVIEW:

The Boss is a woman of mysterious origin. No one in Penacony recalls just how she set foot upon the elusive planet of festivities, yet The Rabbit’s Foot, her most prized casino, is quite popular amongst the people of Penacony for all the riches and Bunnies she has to offer…

A mature woman of high status and a slacker to boot, the Boss is quite a mixed bag as no one really knows what to expect when conversing with her for the first time. People expect her to be a lavish, elegant, and proper woman, yet if you ask the Bunnies of the casino, they’d all say their Boss is a well-known “lazy bones.” 

Besides sleeping at her office and lounging with her Bunnies, the Boss enjoys collecting intricate tea sets and watching Broadway shows. 

APPEARANCE:

The Boss is a tall woman with long, blonde hair, always pulled up in an intricate updo with multiple hairpins and clips, light blue eyes, fair skin, as well as a darkly colored kimono with floral patterns. On her “lazy days” however, the Boss likes to leave her hair down, her clothes often not worn properly as she has a habit of wearing her clothes in a way where it exposes her shoulders and other assets.

She has a detailed sleeve of tattoos on her right arm (your left) that depict a branch of colorfully pink sakura flowers. It can sometimes be shown when the Boss doesn’t wear her clothes properly. 

PERSONALITY:

The Boss is a lazy, yet mature woman that has a habit of napping in her office whenever she’s left alone. She’s a slacker through and through, and she never really does her paperwork unless her Bunnies force her to. 

She’s also quite into adult indulgences, such as alcohol, smoking, gambling and sex. Not afraid to show off her wants and desires, the Boss can also be quite straightforward whenever she wants something of her affection. Besides coming off as a lazy bum however, the Boss cares deeply for her Bunnies, as she’s always looking for ways to keep them satisfied. 

Sometimes when she’s left alone, the Boss can be seen frowning and immediately lighting her pipe for a smoke, before quickly changing her downcast expression to an aloof one.

BACKSTORY: 

{TO BE UNLOCKED}

VOICE-OVERS:

FIRST MEETING: “Ah…a pleasantry to meet you. My name? Hah…just call me Boss, sweetheart.”

GREETING: “You’re back! That was fast…did you want to rent out a Bunny? Or perhaps…you came back for me?”

PARTING: “Come back soon, the Bunnies always miss you, I know I do…”

ABOUT SELF: REAL NAME: “My real name is not of importance, people know me as Boss and I stick to it. The Bunnies never really asked, but you are the first person to push on this topic. Heh, what? Don’t look at me like that, I like being called Boss.”

ABOUT SELF: SMOKING: “Sorry, I know the smell of smoke isn’t pleasant, but I can’t help it whenever I’m stressed. I know, I know, it’s a bad habit, but…gambling is a bad habit too, right?”

CHAT: BUNNIES: “Ahhhh I just love my Bunnies so much! They’re so cute and bouncy, but goodness are they hyper. I had to build an indoor gym just for them in the casino, just so they could get their zoomies out.”

CHAT: NAPS: “I love napping. I hope it doesn’t show my age, but napping just replenishes my energy so much that sometimes I coax the Bunnies into napping with me in my office. They make the perfect cuddle buddies.”

HOBBIES: “I don’t drink tea, but I love collecting tea sets. I have an entire cabinet at home just filled with different sets from all over the galaxy. I even have one that has little bunny teacups!”

ANNOYANCES: “I hate drunk people. Why would you drink so much if you know your alcohol tolerance is low? (Sigh) At the very least, my Bouncer Bunnies are able to take care of it.”

SOMETHING TO SHARE: “If you scratch a Bunny’s ear at the base of their scalp, their foot will begin to tap rapidly against the floor. Hm? How do I know this? Aha…I like exploring with my hands.”

KNOWLEDGE: “When you drink alcohol, you have to do it fast. Slow, leisurely sips make the alcohol burn your throat longer, yet if you drink it in one go, you are able to enjoy the taste.”

ABOUT: (BUNNY READER): “Ah…(Bunny Reader)...why won’t she stay with me? Oh! How long have you been standing there?”

ABOUT: KAFKA: “She’s not a criminal under the casino, she’s a customer. However, I won’t lie and say that I am completely thrilled that a Stellaron Hunter is renting out one of my Golden Bunnies every week. I can’t imagine what she’s doing to my poor Bunny…”

ABOUT: HIMEKO: “I like Himeko, she’s a very sweet woman and her coffee recipe is divine. I’ll have to visit her on The Express one day and see her tea set collection myself.”

ABOUT: BLACK SWAN: “I never really know what’s going on with that woman, but she’s a very efficient dealer. She puts some of my Dealer Bunnies to shame with how quick her hands are, hehe.”

ABOUT: ACHERON: “The Galaxy Ranger, right? She’s not the best gambler, but her ambition is admirable.”

ABOUT: FIREFLY: “Ohhh, that poor girl. She’s been tackled in the casino sixteen times now by my Golden Bunny.”

ABOUT: ROBIN: “She’s probably the worst gambler I have ever seen, yet she seems to be a favorite of my Golden Bunny.”

ABOUT: TOPAZ: “She’s cheated in a gamble before, but thanks to Black Swan she was caught and punished accordingly. I would’ve kicked her out of the casino for this, but (Bunny Reader) loves to keep her around for some reason.”

ABOUT: SERVAL: “I hire her sometimes to play live music in my casino. The patrons and Bunnies love her very much, so she gets discounts sometimes if she wishes to rent out Golden Bunny.” 

ABOUT: CONSTANCE: “Logically she’s much more dangerous than Kafka, but I can’t help but trust her more. Maybe it’s just because I’m a little biased and we have wine together sometimes.” 

TRIVIA: 

The Boss’ real name translates directly to “Spring Princess.”

The Boss uses her smoking pipe as a weapon when in combat. The smoke from it can increase the stats of party members. 

Her alcohol tolerance is extremely high.

The Boss has talents in dancing and embroidery. 

She is bisexual. 

The Boss claims she is an ass woman because “everyone has an ass, therefore ass is the best part.”

The Boss is a criminal. For what exactly is a secret and will be revealed in her backstory.

GALLERY:

Left Art: @e-hibiscus on Tumblr

Right Art: @deadflyartlogs on Instagram

[caliburn-the-sword]

finished reading scarlet; last thoughts and reactions and ponderings

was about to be like "ew wtf did not want r*pe in MY y/a book" AND THEN HE SLIPPED HER AN I.D. TO ESCAPE

thorne is SO real for only being concerned about his jacket despite human bites being very dangerous lol

why are these werewolves acting like vamps

it's kind of nice how cool thorne is with lunars with all the lunar hate there is - i remember when reading cinder being apalled about how she generalised them all as corrupt

YES SCARLET KNOWS SHE KNOWS NOW

NO NOT GRANNY I'M LITERALLY IN STUDY PERIOD RN I CAN'T CRY (note: i managed not to cry in study period but god my eyes burned for a while lmao)

tf i thought wolf was just being possessive in like a protective way against ran and not just a plain old possessive way. he's honestly making me nervous rn like goodness i can literally feel scarlet's fear rn. STOP WITH YOUR I CAN FIX HIM DISEASE AND RUN (note: okay he got brain fucky wucky by mind control so this isn't him)

HOLY SHIT THEY'RE ALL FINALLY MEETING I'M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

i think kai is going delulu. i bet his office isn't bugged and he's got a spy. literally since cinder my money has been on torin. but maybe huy

omg kai's recognition of cinder's sacrifice by going to the ball <3

gotta agree with everything cinder's saying about kai's marriage because it's everything i've been thinking since kai decided to marry levana. i wish he would see how it's a bandaid for a stab wound. he's barely fixing a short term problem, which is gonna have the same long term problem regardless

the girls (all current pov characters) ARE FIGHTING. not mad tho because i'm a messy bitch who lives for drama <3

"She'd had the bridge built for herself out of very special glass, so that she could watch (...) all without being observed herself" levana YOU MEAN A TWO WAY MIRROR??? don't go acting all superior you're not special

from what wolf has described of his Tragic Backstory there is NO way he ISN'T a virgin. i'm so sorry that was my only takeaway but i'm trying to distract myself

"We met less than a week ago and in that time I've done nothing but lie and cheat and betray you" FKSDHFSDK sounds JUST like ouat rumpelstiltskin and yet he's STILL healthier than him and not toxic LMAO

wait did wolf need to pretend betray scarlet without her knowing instead of just making THAT the plan because those supersoldiers can smell hormones?? i bet they can. i reckon he needed her to feel REAL fear (note: now that i think about it it's probably just the bioelectricity crap but also ONLY the thaumaturge would be able to detect that???)

if i keep having to read "alpha female" with my own two eyes, i'm going to need bleach. marissa meyer you owe me financial compensation for the psychological distress i've been caused. 3 is in fact 4 times too many. it is a crime that it was ever thought into existence

predictions for cress

didn't do this last time between cinder and scarlet but figured it would be fun!! you guys get to silently laugh about how wrong i am, no spoilers

first off, doc erland's place in africa becomes the home base and cinder starts her training

someone tries to recreate garan's device since it will be useful for the rebellion - could be a joint effort between cinder and cress since they have the hardware and software down respectively. idk who's gonna fill the last role of like. bio stuff and the surgeries tho but we'll see

MORE THORNE BACKSTORY

definitely more wolf pov chapters now that marissa no longer needs to make him dodgy

cress is at least a LITTLE bit delulu wackers bonkers cray z lost her marbles etc etc from being so isolated for so long. i would LOVE to get into that mindset and character voice. would make for a very interesting pov

on reading the blurb:

i'm REALLY fucking dumb it finally occurred to me that in rapunzel the hero falls from the tower and gets blinded by thorns. so that tells me exactly who carswell thorne is (rip to when i thought he was the prince from sleeping beauty cause that's embarrassing). i wonder if he gets ejected into space from the satellite and his eyeballs freeze out of his sockets or something

i wonder WHY cress would be locked up by the queen BEFORE she was even able to hack since she wouldn't have been useful then. my first thought was that glamour doesn't work on her like with shells but she's not a shell herself but that wouldn't make sense because the thaumaturges seemed surprised by cinder and michelle benoit so it can't be that. for the sake of my running joke of every fairy tale character either being related or knowing each other, i'm just gonna pin it down to her being somewhere in the family tree and leave it at that

can these people STOP getting separated from each other?? i can't handle it. from the blurb it seems like the boys got cut off from the girls??? and then kai is also separated from all of them lol. this is a prediction only in the sense that i'm trying to guess who's getting separated from who. i think it would tie well into separating everyone from their love interest like poor cinder

i wonder if this will be the book that we meet princess winter since with royal etiquette and all that her presence will p r o b a b l y be required during all them wedding preparations and what not

@eddisfargo @francforever @winterrhayle @winterpinetrees

[lumilasi]

Did a major story change for him, also I initially meant to adjust the wolfman design I made for him as part of the Spooktober challenge, but I decided I liked it as is after all. BOY did his backstory get even more sad....I promise I have characters who have happier stories too with no trauma or drama lol

(For the hair note with the cafe uniform - I was simply too out of motivation to also draw his tied up hair for that one lol)

Roman's bio below:

Name: Roman Bosco

Nicknames: Lupo (means wolf) was his Mob alias, he also gets called "inu-san" by his gf's boss' two younger kids. Sometimes Claude calls him "pooch" as a playful insult. He was also called Mutt by his dad and his gang, a term meant as an insult. Mihail sometimes still ends up using it, but he is trying to learn away from that habit; Even if he means it neutrally, Roman still tends to take it badly (even when he knows Mihail doesn't mean it as an insult like the others did)

Age: ~30, estimating a Grimmhound's exact age is difficult typically and they tend to forget it themselves.

Height: 182 cm

Family: A lycan hunter mother who succumbed to the curse herself/Grimmhound gang head father, who was killed by Mihail sometime after Roman left his dad's group.

Friends: Sebastian Kravchenko (A wyvern), Laurent Delune (A sea serpent) Claude Faylune (Tiger butterfly fairy/His gf's coworker) Yuuji Yoma (His boss/GF's uncle) Mihail Câine (Grimmhound, a former member of the same pack Roman was in initially)

Love interest: Avane Faydream (A mantis fairy)

Rival: Claude & him often bicker and have playfights that Roman doesn't take seriously (he'd probably kill Claude or hurt him badly if he did, something Claude doesn't always fully appreciate, until he sees him fight for real....)

A former mafia bodyguard forced to work under a young mob head, now works in the cafeteria owned by his beloved's uncle.

Abilities:

Regeneration: His kind regenerate most injuries insanely fast, and are generally among the most durable land-dwelling beast types outside non-flying drakes. He's also mostly immune to getting shot, apart from silver bullets; his Lycan heritage makes him vulnerable to those.

Transformation: He has two forms; A beast form where he's part wolf part man, and a full black dog form the size of a bear. He is insanely fast, stealthy and durable in these forms, with the werewolf form being more agile, and the full hound form being stronger. Also, since his hound form is more fluff and less shadows like typical grimmhounds, he's a very good space heater during cold days once you get past how intimidating he looks. (Ask Ava she knows)

Bite force/claws: He has very strong bite force and can actually tear people's throats open even in human form. His claws can also be used to easily cut limbs off and damage metal.

Keen senses: Being a predator type of beast, his sense of smell is about as accurate as you'd expect from a trained bloodhound, he also has excellent night vision, and can pick up the faintest of sounds from hundreds of meters away. Also he's generally just very aware of his surroundings. (This can be useful at work as he can tell if something is gonna burn before it does/he will sense if something easily breakable is about to fall and catch it)

human weaponry: having lived with humans and used a lot of their weapons, he is very good hand-to-hand combatant and fairly good with knives and firearms

Full moon boost: Because of his Lycan heritage, Roman's strength gets a boost during the full moon, and he tends to be near invulnerable that night.

Weaknesses:

Because of his past with the mob, Roman isn't keen on people sneaking up on him/approaching him from behind without warning. He might attack anyone careless enough to do this out of a reflex even now. He also generally still has a bad habit of trying to solve hostile situations with violence, something his friends and girlfriend are helping him to work on.

Loud sudden noises do make him tense as he associates them with gunshots, so he's not fond of explosive magic, or firework including celebrations.

He's afraid of dolls, because he associates them with the memory of his mother transforming and being killed by hunters; when she transformed she broke some porcelain dolls she'd been collecting, and that memory got stuck in his brain vividly, making him uneasy around them.

He's somewhat self-conscious of how scary he can come off to people just for being what he is, and tends to get pretty upset over scaring someone, to the point he'll avoid the person like plague for a while (even if they'd forgiven him/understand he didn't mean to do so)

Due to his werewolf heritage, silver bullets can harm him where normal bullets can't. They just don't instantly kill him like they would a full-blood werewolf, but they are the only type that can actually pierce into his body. He's also allergic to silver more human-style, and gets itchy skin and even hives form it.

Personality:

At first glance - once you get past the general spooky vibes of Grimmhounds - Roman is fairly laid back and relaxed guy, who likes helping people out in any way he can. He even helps kids/teens who visit the cafe with their homework if they ask for it.

Because of his past, he tends to be extremely loving and attentive with his girlfriend, wanting to make sure things don't turn out as bad as they did with his boss/subconsciously still feeling like he's not worth her love. He's also a trustworthy friend, willing to drop anything to help any of them out if needed, though he still has the tendency to go a bit too hard in a fight/he tends to be overtly hostile towards people arguing with his friends. (and one of his friends is a wyvern, a being KNOWN for having a bad temper. if Sebastian says he's going overboard, its bad)

He's the type to be content and amazed by life's small things after everything he's gone through, like a butterfly landing on his hand or seeing his girlfriend laugh. He also sometimes likes to wander off on his own, just to enjoy his freedom of not being forced to stay close to someone. He's also not afraid to act a little goofy, especially around kids as that makes him seem less scary to them.

BG STORY:

Roman was born to a human woman & Grimmhound in a secret affair. His father fucked off, and neither were aware that his mother actually had a Lycan infection, as she had been bitten by a werewolf sometime before his parents met. She just happened to come from a hunter lineage, so she had a level of immunity against it.

When Roman was born, his mother was forced to flee her family, because they thought he was born a monster and wanted to kill the baby. They remained hidden for couple of years, until the strain from the stress of it all weakened her enough that the Lycan curse could spread. She transformed eventually, managing to have enough sense to flee before she hurt her child. She was eventually killed by her family. Upon finding the boy they initially thought he was the one who turned her, until someone who knew the truth reveals to them, that she'd been bit long ago, and had just been able to suppress the curse until now.

They choose to let the boy live for her memory, and instead find his father, bringing the boy to him in Romania. Unfortunately, since he was not a full Grimm but a "mutt" as they called him, Roman was treated rather badly by the whole clan, eventually driven away because he was seen as too weak. He returned to Italy, his mother's homeland as he didn't know what else to do.

Roman ended up working for a mobster because his men ended up picking a fight with him, which they lost obviously. Impressed by his strength - and aware of his true nature - the mobster hires him as his personal guard. At first their casual relationship was fine, but soon the head started to act more and more controlling/possessive, to the point of cursing him with a seal that wouldn't let him leave. Roman was stuck as "Lupo" for years, until he met a young Fae woman, Avane, whose father was having dealings with the mob. She agreed to give him a way out of his current, horrible life if he helped her to steal something from his boss. Much to his surprise, she kept her promise and even helped him set up his new life in a new world, something Roman never expected anyone would do to him. Then again, the only people that had ever shown him kindness so far, had been his mother and some of the women in that Romanian town...

Fun Facts

He calls Ava "Doll" both to try and associate the term with something more positive, rather than the memory of his mother's horrible death.

He's really intimidated by Ava's father, given he did try to kill him during their first meeting, thinking he was a full blood werewolf. (Kenzo has biases towards them given a werewolf tried to murder his wife and Ava when the latter was a toddler)

He has mixed feelings about his past boss, given he is aware the young mobster had feelings for him, but also the way he was handling them was highly toxic and problematic, such as the controlling curse tattoo he'd put on Roman

Roman was initially very afraid of Mihail once they met again, as while Mihail never personally bullied him or treated him badly - he basically ignored his existence - the other Grimm was one of the strongest of the pack, so Roman was naturally scared of him. This fear did ease once they became friends later.

Roman doesn't like people calling him "Lupo," except for Ava; either she uses it to get him to listen if he's being a moron, or because he likes to have her boss him around during sex/morning after. Getting to this point did take some time though, given his massive struggle with trusting people.

Roman is Bi, he actually developed a crush on Ava from their very first meeting, but he kept ignoring it out of respect for her (and fear towards Kenzo) until everyone could basically tell, including Ava who'd started to like him back the same way.

Yuuji was in fact the one who coaxed him to ask her out, reassuring him Kenzo wasn't going to ask his right hand woman to snipe him in his sleep.

He likes to sing duets with Ava in karaoke, though only if the people with them are those he trusts/isn't intimidated by. Mainly meaning his friends and Ava's friend Taiga (they often just go alone on dates)

He has a brotherly relationship with a young kid named Marco, who also speaks Italian as his native, and is the friend of Ichirou, who is the son of Ava's boss.

He and Claude developed kind of a playful rivalry due to Claude initially being kind of protective over his friend. Claude is one of the very few people that can actually sneak up on him without triggering a violent reaction. (other people being Ava of course, and Laurent & Sebastian)

He tends to not speak that much, again a habit he learned from his past experiences where his words apparently didn't matter. He sometimes just forgets to talk and needs to be asked to get him to actively engage in a conversation in a larger group. He's also actively working on understanding that now, with the people he's surrounded by, his thoughts and feelings DO matter.

In his wolfman form he has patches with no fur, but in his full hound form he is covered in fur, the patchy parts just are brown rather than black.

[bossuhole]

CHIAKI YORUGA BIO

tw : slight gore, cannibalism

chiaki character building shit hooray

name : yoruga chiaki

age : 20

species : human (formerly), yorukuma (current, original species)

gender : nonbinary

pronouns : they/he

sexuality : their sexuality is quite literally "i don't care as long as they're cute" (pansexual)

nationality : japanese / puerto rican

languages spoken : japanese, spanish, english, rudimentary level chinese

fun facts :

- chiaki has a heightened sense of smell, as well as sharp canines

- their eyes are constantly dilated. they only became like this after the Incident™

- they lost alot of their humanity after they were turned. they have a very loose concept of human gender, modesty, and morals. if faced with a moral dilemma, they will choose whatever they deem to be "the most fun"

- they don't go outside alot, because their family doesn't let them. they have several bounties on their head.

- their species is capable of reviving themselves based off of how many people theyve eaten (ie. if they've eaten 10 people, they can revive 10 times, before theyre dead for good)

- they will go into a cannibalistic frenzy if they go for a while without sufficient food, or if under extreme stress. during this state, they are near uncontrollable and will only snap out of it once sated.

- their eyes were brown before they were turned.

fun backstory time! :

chiaki yoruga was born for one reason, and one reason alone — to solidify the peace treaty between the kumonosu and yoruga families. by marrying the heiress daughter of the kumonosu family, chiaki was had their fate spelled out for them from the beginning. however, chiaki was born female. ravaged by gang wars and desperate for peace, their parents forced them to appear male, training them in everything men of their family needed to know. their parents didn't love them, in fact, they'd never even loved eachother; chiaki's eventual birth was simply a product of circumstance.

chiaki grew up in a cold, uncaring environment for as long as they could remember, until the age of 16, when they were old enough to marry the kumonosu family's daughter. her name was hasaki kumonosu, and chiaki fell for her almost instantly. she showed them things their family had never shown them before — love, attention, and the wonders of the outside world. everything seemed to be going as planned, or even better than planned, until the wedding ceremony came around.

the gods had been watching, and one of them became fixated on chiaki's situation. god watched in silence for sixteen years as chiaki was abused in the name of "peace", and decided to enact a plan. on the night of the wedding ceremony, as the two were saying their vows, chiaki was unknowingly afflicted with a curse. a curse that made them lunge for their beloveds throat at a speed not humanly possible, ripping out her throat with vigorous tenacity. their eyes now wide, pupils dilated like that of a cat who just spied a piece of meat, they chewed and swallowed the flesh like it was a well deserved meal. they didn't snap out of their frenzy until they'd eaten their fill.

though most evacuated the premises as soon as the act occurred, chiaki had managed to slay not only their betrothed, but a few other members of the kumonosu family as well. naturally, this was deemed as an extreme violation of the peace treaty by the kumonosus, and the yoruga family was put under scrutiny. chiaki's family had initially handed them right over, letting them be executed by the kumonosu family for their crimes. it was only when their cold, bloodied flesh began to twist and rope itself back into place, in a grotesque show of healing, did the yoruga family suddenly care about them.

considering them an asset, chiaki was rescued and was put into the yoruga family's protection. they hold a relatively high rank in the family, considering they are the child of the two heads, however they are barred from leaving their family's facility. the kumonosu family, and subsequently, any families in alliance with them were out for chiaki's head.

after being cursed and turned into this creature, a yorukuma, chiaki changed significantly. they grew much more carefree and much less modest, often letting their yukata hang down off of their shoulders, or worse, slide down their waist in public. they seemed to lose all concepts of modesty and morality the moment they were turned. though they've never been in a fight, chiaki is considered to be one of the family's last resort weapons, should they need a bodyguard. considering their abilities and lack of morals, they'd make a perfect killing machine.

until then, however, chiaki roams the facility, seducing the guards into pampering them and giving them attention, casually chatting up victims in the torture rooms, and lounging in the greenhouse. they are regularly supplied with dead bodies to satiate their hunger. if found roaming the hallways, all staff in the building are encouraged to ignore them, and most do, out of fear.

[iwritemilfs]

I proper slept in, but I'm now watching the new episode of TLOU, and as alwayssss THOUGHTS UNDER THE CUT (OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS)

THE JOKE BOOOOOK

god I just love how they add the game dialogue in a way that's so natural. it doesn't ever feel forced, but it's something the game fans immediately clock

LMAO NOT THE MAGAZINE. neil n craig rlly said "we know what the fans want"

a fun fact is, this is just what alberta looks like. I KID, I KID. dont come for me albertans.

"It actually smells kinda good" "that'd be frank's then" they're already dead joel, no need to fire shots like that

dw ellie, I stare down black coffee in the exact same way.

fucking CRYING AT HER REACTION TO THE COFFEE LMAO. I swearrrr Bella has the best delivery

Ellie's way better at reading maps than I've ever been. I would've gotten us lost so fast.

MORE SLIGHT TESS INFO?

"But I made a promise to Tess, and she was like family" brb cryin

the open mouth sleeping in the car. v relatable.

I know exactly what's about to happen, and I'm still like IM STRESSED

Their encounter with the hunters feels SO much like a game level, I love it.

daaamn I was not expecting ellie to shoot someone this early on

Ngl, I really appreciate seeing the hunters have some human moments. I hope they continue to do this with their enemy characters in the show, bc hopefully it'll lead the viewers to see Joel's actions through more of a critical lens, hopefully escaping some of that toxicity we saw from some fans when the second game was released. (disclaimer. I love joel sm, but something I appreciated seeing in TLOU2 was how we were reminded that he'd done shitty things, and that those things affected other people and had consequences)

Ok I LOVE how they changed Joel's reaction to Ellie having to shoot the guy. In the game, his reaction was moer fueled by anger, whereas here, he acknowledges that she's just a kid and she shouldn't have been in that position to begin with.

I love love love Ellie's excitement to have Joel's approval for the gun. ITS SO CUTE.

......JOEL IS FIFTY SIX? ok I def gotta update Tess' bio

SAM AND HENRY SAM AND HENRY SAM AND HENRY

okay overall thoughts: was this my favourite episode so far? Not necessarily, no. But I love seeing Joel opening up more, you can see the change just from the beginning to the end of the episode, and it's done really well. The last scene especially was really sweet, and I can't wait to see more of those moments. We got to know a liiiiil more about his backstory, which is cool, because in the game we don't necessarily know much beyond "yeah joel did some fucked up shit." and that's really the only info we ever get. Like I mentioned above, I also liked seeing the hunters have some human moments. Now listen, I'm the biggest joel miller apologist, but I'm also one of the people who really loved TLOU part 2. I hope we'll get to see the "bad guys" have more moments like that.

Also so fucking typical that the second I give tess a bio, we get more info that means I have to alter things slightly, and maybe even do some MATH.

[worldevoured]

LELIANA MERCIER  B. 9:05 DRAGON || COMPANION

STATISTICS

FULL NAME Leliana Mercier.

DATE OF BIRTH 9:05 Dragon.

PLACE OF BIRTH Jader.

RACE Human.

GENDER Cisgender woman.

PRONOUNS She/her/hers.

SEXUALITY Bisexual.

NATIONALITY Fereldan / Orlesian.

RELIGION Andrastian.

POSITIVE TRAITS Adaptable, charismatic, empathetic, perceptive.

NEGATIVE TRAITS Calculating, deceitful, fanatical, secretive.

PHOBIAS None.

MENTAL HEALTH PTSD.

AFFILIATION Chantry.

TITLES Lay Sister, Left Hand of the Divine, Divine Victoria ( conditional ).

SKILLS & ABILITIES

CLASS Rogue.

SPECIALIZATION Assassin, bard.

WEAPON Longbow.

COMPANION STATS

Follows most Origins canon regarding approval and disapproval.

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY Evariste ( father, estranged & deceased ), Oisine ( mother, deceased ).

WANTED SHIPS Leliana/Warden, Leliana/Cassandra, Leliana/Inquisitor, Leliana/Vivienne.

NOTES

ON LELIANA’S CHARACTERIZATION While Leliana is by far the most liberal and progressive candidate for Divine, it’s also extremely important to note ( and will be discussed on this blog ) that Leliana has, on Justinia’s command, been party to the mass murder of the elves at Halamshiral, and would have been party to the mass murder of the mages at Kirkwall, had Justinia led an Exalted March. Leliana is willing to let people suffer for what she deems a greater good, even if she feels awful about it, and that won’t be glossed over. Leliana does feel guilt for this, but she feels that privately. Leliana is very skilled at compartmentalizing her feelings, and doesn’t like the thought of anyone sharing in those feelings, with very few exceptions.

ON MARJOLAINE Leliana is a survivor of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse, a great deal ( if not all ) of which was carried out by Marjolaine, either directly or on her orders. This is an important part of who Leliana is, and while it’s not something she talks about, it does influence her long after Marjolaine’s death. Any discussion will be appropriately tagged. Regardless of the Warden’s choices, Leliana will always kill Marjolaine in Denerim. 

ON LELIANA’S NAME Leliana’s surname is an occupational name suggesting that her family were once merchants; the name was taken during the Orlesian occupation of Ferelden. She does not use her surname, and it would not be well-known, except to very old and trusted friends. I’m using it strictly for organization purposes.

[holylights]

CASSIE ROBINSON B. 7 APRIL 1985 || JOURNALIST

STATISTICS

FULL NAME Cassandra Grace Robinson.

SIGNS Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon, Leo rising.

PLACE OF BIRTH Cape Girardeau, MO.

GENDER Cisgender woman.

PRONOUNS She/her/hers.

SEXUALITY Demisexual.

NATIONALITY American.

RELIGION Baptist.

POSITIVE TRAITS Dedicated, leader-like, magnetic, observant.

NEGATIVE TRAITS Cynical, fixed, impatient, shortsighted.

PHOBIAS None.

MENTAL HEALTH Anxiety, managed.

AFFILIATION None.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

OCCUPATION Journalist.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES Fluent English, fluent in Spanish.

OTHER SKILLS Leadership skills, research, observation.

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY Martin Robinson ( father, deceased ); Audrey Porter ( mother ).

COMPANIONS N/A.

WANTED SHIPS Cassie/Dean, Cassie/Jo.

NOTES

ON CANON I actually haven’t seen much past season five, and am in the process now of finishing season six. In my main verse, Cassie takes up hunting accidentally: she’s following a story that takes her out-of-state, and as she follows the story, she starts uncovering details that make it seem more and more like what she’s following is actually a supernatural occurrence. As far as she’s heard, Dean is dead, so she can’t reach out to him; she meets Ellen Harvelle briefly, and upon learning of her connections to various hunters, passes along her information. Unfortunately, Cassie is targeted by the demon she’s following, and is forced to try and deal with the demon in order to protect herself. After that, she continues hunting, and crosses paths with Dean again after the end of season five. 

I of course won’t assume anything for any Dean I’m writing with, but I would love to explore this further !! 

If not writing with a Dean, I may reference my own, which will follow this AU.

[hybridanafrost]

Black Clover OC: Jessamy Hannan

"Babe, wake up. A new Black Clover OC just dropped!"

Jokes aside, Jessamy is just a minor character. Because the Coral Peacocks don't have enough girls on the squad, I decided to make another female OC for the heck of it.

Name: Jessamy Hannan (friends call her Jess or Jessy)

Age: 18

Birthday: February 27

Sign: Pisces

Squad: Coral Peacocks

Grimoire: Three Leaf Clover ☘️

Magic: Scent Magic

Eyes: Magenta

Hair: Dark brown

Jessamy is one of the 3 youngest recruits to join the Coral Peacocks. She is a commoner from a large family with 5 siblings. She makes her own soaps, candles, and perfumes using her magic. On her way to sell her goods at the market, she came across a group of injured magic knights. She opened up her grimoire and performed recovery magic in the form of scented candles. The knights she healed were Coral Peacocks who thanked her for her assistance. They purchased some of her sweet smelling goods and left. The next day she was graced by the radiant presence of their Vice Captain Kirsch Vermillion. He thanked her for healing his squad members and complimented her on her lovely face. However, his main reason for seeing her in person was to experience more of her beautiful fragrances. Kirsch told her their squad could use a healing mage and it would pay consistently to help out her poor family. Jessamy agreed and became the resident healer of the Coral Peacocks from that day forward. She would accompany her squadmates on missions and offer support with certain smells to weaken enemies or make her companions stronger and faster. She can also soothe nerves with aroma therapy before and after a big mission.

She started around the same time Wrenly Zamir and Aran Tirus joined. Because they were all so close in age, they became great friends. Since they all needed guidance and training for field work, they were assigned Bianca Schneider as their mentor. Bianca was a strict teacher and could be very hard on them whenever they made mistakes. Jessamy didn't appreciate Bianca's lessons in the beginning. That changed after the elf attacks ravaged their kingdom. She realized Bianca pushed them so hard in order to avoid any loss of life on the battlefield. Jessamy and her friends survived that night despite having slim chance of survival all thanks to dumb luck and what they had been taught. Jessamy began to take training and Bianca's criticism much more seriously after that.

Jessamy is a bubbly young lady with a kind and nurturing heart. Like a true social butterfly, she has friends in and out of her squad. Jessamy often likes networking through her friends in order to sell her goods. She spends most of her time in the kitchen of the Coral Peacock base watching Wrenly cook. In the beginning, it was all to practice copying the scents of Wren's food into candles. Wrenly became comfortable around her enough to talk and a close rapport formed. They bonded over being commoners on a squad of mostly nobles. Eventually these two could talk about anything for hours uninterrupted. Aran teases the two "lovebirds" and tries setting them up on dates with Kirsch's help. They both insist that they are just good friends. Although shy about it, Jessamy does fall madly in love with Wren. She secretly dreams of marrying them and eating their cooking for the rest of her life.

For Wrenly, Aran, and Bianca's bios, click below:

[tema-makes-art-sometimes]

Since I reblogged the cool post about Octobun’s Mirculous server, I wanted to show off my character for that particular AU!

I plan to add Seychelles and Romano, but main muse is Villain France, Beaupaon~ Have his backstory/bio!

Name: Jean Epine

Age: 39

Birthday: July 26th

Gender: Genderfluid (Any Pronouns)

Orientation: Panromantic Asexual 

Location: City Center 

Occupation: Fashion Designer

Personality

Jean is a character who takes his time admiring the world around him and the beauty within it all. He’s someone who’s been through hardship, but always tries to look on the brighter side of the world. He’s passionate and confident, and often comes across as more self-centered than he is. He believes in the importance of love and acceptance, and nothing to him is more important than the love and care of oneself and the ones around you. 

While many focus on sharpening their swords, Jean sharpens his tongue and his mind. He will find ways to talk his way out and around any problems. He never goes into something he’s unsure he won’t come out on top of. However lately some of his emotions and actions have become rather erratic and confusing, with seeming no goal or benchmark in mind. 

When not putting on a smile for others he can be a lot softer spoken and more introspective. Sometimes you can see it if you catch him relaxing when others aren’t looking. His face goes from his smarmy, carefree smile, with sparkles of mischief in his eyes; to a quiet solum energy, and a thunderstorm in his gaze that seems to stretch out beyond everyone around him, to something only he can see. 

Likes

Miraculous Work

Dining/Theater

Designing/Sewing

Finery

Art/Painting

Biking

Radio Hosting

Dislikes

Setbacks

Dirt/Grime

His Achy Joints

Rough Sleep

Caffeine Free Coffee

Bad Smells

Unappealing Things

Mental and Physical Ailments: PTSD, Major Depression, Weak Ankles and Back Scarring. He’s a consistent ambient cane user. 

Backstory

Jean is currently a famous fashion designer who has grown up in the town of Vierles after moving from another city to it in his youth. He carried a lot of childhood anxiety, having been very gloomy in his youth and struggling with a lot of emotional pressure from his family who expected nothing short of perfection from him. He spent much of his youth as a normal child until his high school years where he was recruited around the age of fifteen by a man who taught him about the amazing power of the miraculous. 

Becoming a hero gave a teen Jean a lot of hope that he didn’t otherwise have, and gave him strength in comrades that he felt was deeper than just the surface level amount he received in his regular life. However it all came crashing down, their master gone, one of their partners becoming the keeper of the box, and that was barely the surface of his troubles… 

With no guidance and the muscle memory of his perfection, he immediately tried to overly support others at the risk of his own health, struggling to keep his power in check while also supporting others through the turmoil. Once he graduated, he left for college, taking his miraculous with him to another city, and thus the hero Pavonine disappeared. 

When he returned to the city many years later, and much wiser, he joined the fashion industry and rose up the ranks, and people began to see the “hero” known as Beaupaon. Or, he was a hero at first. The beautiful and graceful character with endless charms seems to bounce back and forth wildly in want and scope. One day, he charms people to wreak havoc, on other days he helps poor people down on their luck. It’s impossible to gain his end goal from this.

His emotions seem to constantly be in flux, snapping from one extreme to the next that unlucky few can see in real time if they’re nearby when he’s causing trouble. No one knows exactly what he wants, and most people assume he doesn’t know either, he seems simply insistent on making as much trouble as he can to “draw him out”... whatever that means…

Codename: Beaupaon (formerly Pavonine)

Miraculous: Peacock

Kwami: Kwami of Emotion, Duusu

Alignment: Antagonist (Current), Hero (Former)

Weapon: Fan (and a Staff)

Power: The Ability to create a being or object that can be used to aid a person in whatever they wish, usually by taking his feathers to inhabit an object of high emotional connection. This being is tied to the person who is holding the item, and can either be dismissed by the holder or by Beaupaon himself with the snap of his fingers. He’s able to form a mental connection between himself, the person and their creation. The things he creates are also tied emotionally to their holder and can be used to manipulate or force out the emotions he wishes for them to channel. For example, giving them an item that channels out their anger allowing them to take it out on the nearby city to get it out of them until it burns out or he no longer has use of it. 

How they got their Miraculous: He was given his miraculous back in high school when he, Oliver and many others were training under their previous master. When their group fell apart, and he moved away for college and life, he took Duusu with him. 

[oftenderweapons]

Love talk - Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)

Wordcount: 10k words

Genre: fluff, smut

Rating: 18+

Hello bunnies! I know you’ve been streaming Dynamite (I’m doing so as I revise and edit). I decided to postpone publishing the piece, so that we can focus on streaming and then as soon as the 24h are over and you’re well-rested you’re hopefully all ready for this 😏

Basically, I’ll do a quick recap of Yoongi and Kitten’s sliver of backstory. They’ve been dating for a couple months on again off again (he’s quite busy with schedule) and have been on several dates, however the situation escalates when the two start playing a steamy late-night after-date 20 questions game.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Consumption of alcohol. Swearing. This is smutty, especially in the end. This is intended for an adult public. Some of the themes are only discussed by the characters. Strong language, alcohol consumption, masturbation both male and female receiving, same for oral (feat. face riding). Mild voyeurism/exhibitionism, quite detailed description of sexual positions and fantasies, discussion on STDs, mentions of previous relationships and past traumas (abusive boyfriend and one very sorry fuck). Choking, breast worship, mentions of restrictions, sensation play and switch Yoongi. This should be all. Also, watch Kitten thirst for Yoongi’s hands (and tongue. and lips. and all the rest of Yoongi) for 10k words. (On a second note, watch Yoongi drool -- only metaphorically, much to his dismay -- over Kitten’s tits).

Yeah, it’s date 10 and these two haven’t kissed yet, I somehow think that Yoongi is the kind of guy who would wait till he’s dying and then just pounce. Also these two just want to jump each other’s bones and I can’t wait for you to see them in Illicit Affairs (definitely my 2nd favourite couple -- ‘cause Joon will be A Lot™)

Wordcount is around 10k.

Since I need to start planning next scenarios, I need you to help me choose the theme, you can vote at the link in my bio!

Here is my masterlist, enjoy 💜

“God, what’s with the weather tonight?”

“Man, this is a nightmare, get in quick.” The arm around your shoulder loosened a little as he let you move quickly from under his umbrella to the passenger seat of his car. As you got comfortable and tried to fix your hair and makeup a little, he walked around the car, opening the driver’s door, sliding in quickly and, with a sleight of hand, shaking the umbrella, closing it and smashing the door shut as fast as possible.

“Damn it.” He moved the soaked object at the foot of the backseat, stretching in the process with a groan.

You set with your hands pressed together, shoved innocently between your thighs.

This was your tenth date with Yoongi and you were smitten over him. Also, horny, but that’s for another moment. You’d been dating without commitment for about two months, the timing absolutely awful – he was in the middle of promotion with the group – but he had been too hung up on you to wait. He had wanted to do things properly, but after two weeks of stalking your profiles on social networks and making a fool of himself anytime you accidentally met, he decided he needed to act, and quickly so.

You went for a coffee once, then he brought you lunch, then you started with your sneaky dates at the cinema, walks at Han river late at night and dark and discreet bars dominating the rooftops of Seoul.

But the cinema was your most recurrent. You were just back from one of your dates at your go-to theatre, at two a.m, the late night show allowing him enough privacy to sneak around and protect you from any prying eyes.

He started the car and asked if you needed the AC on. “You have goosebumps on your arms.” He commented.

He is attentive. And caring. Which really makes you want to jump him. But again, digressing.

“No, thank you, Yoongi.” You replied kindly.

“Okay.” Moving out of the parking lot he started driving to your house, stopping at a couple traffic lights, looking at you as he waited. You looked back at him, smiling affectionately. He took your hand, holding it and warming it up in between his.

“Who would believe it’s September, it feels at least November out there.” You commented, feeling extremely dumb in discussing the weather, but too afraid of letting your mind delve in more mature or appropriate topics.  

“Sure you’re okay?” He asked, as he placed your hand back, the lights turning green.

“Yeah.” You risked evaporation, looking at his focused expression as he drove. Could you believe he hadn’t kissed you yet? No. Could you imagine why he hadn’t done that yet? Hell, no. You had squeezed your brains trying to imagine why he hadn’t kissed you while at the same time keeping on asking you out, date after date.

The night lights reflected beautifully on his delicate features, on his cute nose and his round and soft cheekbones, on his pouty, blatantly soft, deliriously pink, wildly wanted lips, on his flashy silver watch, on his sparkly, delicate necklace, on his small and sober earrings. You wanted him. Your heart skipped a beat at the way your body and mind aligned in that statement. The pressure you felt within you was a living, beating, ravenous thing, enlarging its size like a bird puffing its feathers.

His hands on the wheel were extraordinarily pale and sturdy, skeletrical but also undoubtedly strong. You wanted them on you, grabbing and groping your flesh. And the way he seemed to chew on his lower lip, opening and closing his mouth in that gesture which is so his, as if he were tasting wine or coffee.

You didn’t even realise you had arrived at your place, since you were so caught in staring at him. “A picture will last longer, Kitten.” He teased.

You blushed, turning quickly to look out your window.

“Oh, you’re shy now...” He smirked. “Go figure, I had a proposition for you.” He commented, almost with disinterest, his mouth speaking through a fake pout, the corners of it turned downward.

“I’m curious.” You said, turning to him.

“I don’t wanna let go of you yet.” He admitted, catching your hand again. “I’ll be away for ten days. With the guys. We’re leaving tomorrow evening.” He explained. “Tonight is my last available moment with you and I know it’s two in the morning and all the rest, but I want to spend more time with you.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised. “Do you mean…?” You hoped he had somehow sensed your longing. He seemed to have a direct line to your brain, reading you in a way that scared you too often.

He grinned. “I mean, whatever comes from this. Just talking. Just watching you as we talk. It’s not the same over the phone.” He said with a frown.

You nodded. “Do you wanna talk here? Would you like to come upstairs?” You asked, trying to feel the mood.

He bit his lip and laced his fingers together, placing them between his knees and hunching his back. “You see, I kinda wanted to take this to my place. But I promise you I won’t make a move. It’s really just talking.”

Please, do make a move. You silently begged – although you were too shy to actually speak.

“Yeah, nice. Okay.” You replied with a happy smile.

“It’s okay if you want to stay here. Or go upstairs. It’s just that I really wanted to see you at home.”

The tenderness of his domesticity killed that hunger rumbling in your insides and made your head float up high, with cute pink clouds and angels singing and stars glimmering.

This is a crush.

“Show me your crib, kitty cat.” You joked. He laughed adorably at that. He looked radiant.

As he started driving to his place you got back to your thirsting over him, this time openly oogling at his confident charm, at the way he looked so used to all of this. The way he lead you out of the car in the underground parking lot of the residence, the way he locked the car and punched in his passcode to the apartment.

“Here’s the crib, kitty cat.” He taunted right back.

The place looked immaculate. Spot on. Tidy. Neat. A bit cold but his. And it smelled so good. Like cinnamon and fir. Like a cosy, winter cabin. You wanted a blanket and a hot chocolate and a Christmas tree. You wanted him in an ugly turtleneck jumper and flannel sweats and furry slippers.

You wanted home.

“It feels very nice in here, Yoongi.” You couldn’t stop looking around, drinking in every small detail. You understood why he had wanted you here. He wanted to see if you could fit here.

He noticed you did.

“I got these, for you.” He said, offering you a pair of slippers, gesturing for you to take off your shoes as he did the same. He didn’t need to ask twice.

He led you through a quick tour of the house, moving quickly away from his most private places – the bedroom and the studio. You understood his reserve on those, giving his hand a quick squeeze in understanding.

“Finally, the living room.” He explained as he switched on the lights illuminating a large space with a thick cream carpet covering the cold white marble, the room completely dominated by a black leather couch. It looked very traditional and “grandpa”. It really resembled him. “Might as well settle in, we’re gonna be here for a while. Want to drink something?” He asked.

You. “What do you have in mind?” You asked, shutting up your inner slut.

“Well, I was thinking I wanted to do that ‘get-to-know-each-other’ kind of thing.” He said, opening a cabinet in the console under the gigantic tv. In the meantime ha started a slow rap playlist from his phone. “I know this will sound like usual fuckboy who’s trying to make a move, but I have no intention of getting you drunk. I’ll drink, and I promise I’ll be perfectly responsible for my actions, but you don’t have to drink or do anything you don’t want to.” He said, putting some whisky on the coffee table together with two tumblers.

However, you opened the bottle and poured some alcohol first in his glass and then in yours. “Now it’s me the one with a proposition, mr. Min.” You cocked your head playfully. “We play twenty questions. In turns we will ask twenty questions to each other. If you don’t want to answer you pass and drink.” You explained quickly.

“Okay. Let’s get it, Kitten.” He said with a smirk, as both of you sat down at the two sides of the L-shaped sofa, near the corner. “You start, ____.”

“Warm up round, yeah?” You asked.

“Play your advantage carefully.” He suggested.

You nodded, quickly leaving aside dumb and obvious questions, but still going for an innocent one. “How many exes do you have?”

“Okay, nice. Well. I’ve “officially” had three girlfriends and two flings. All the relationships ended because of my job and lifestyle.” He offered you a free piece of information. He didn’t mind anyway. “My turn?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m satisfied.” You replied. “For now.”

He grinned devilishly. “What about your exes?”

You nodded as if expecting the question. “Officially one. It was a long, painful relationship. I’ve had flings though. Maybe eight or nine occasional partners.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Okay. I really didn’t expect that but it’s cool to me.” He said. He really didn’t mind. You’re a woman in her midtwenties, and you have the freedom to do what you want with your body. “Next.”

You looked down and toyed with your fingers, then looked up with a curious smile and gleaming mischief in your eyes. “I’ve gotta ask. When was your first time?”

He smiled. “I was nineteen. I had been dating this girl for a few months. We did it on my birthday. She was two years older than me, showed me the ropes. But even if I really liked her, it all got to hell when we debuted. She was only in it for the fact that I was an idol, she wanted an in, I think. Changed her mind when she realised I was sort of a loser.”

“Well, look at that loser now.” You said, looking him up and down and licking your lip.

He laughed embarrassed.

“I won’t do that mistake.” You promised, this time with a serious expression.

“We’ll see.” He commented, looking you up and down himself. God, he was getting flirty. A pleasured shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t the cold. “My turn. When did you do it for the first time?”

Again you nodded. “I was with a childhood friend. It wasn’t a relationship. Just, we thought it was a good idea to do that together, because we knew each other and we trusted each other. It was nice. It felt nice. It was the summer after our senior year in high school. He moved out for university afterwards and we lost each other. But it’s a good memory, I must say.” You reminisced fondly. “No unrequited feelings, though.” You clarified, afraid that he would misunderstand.

“Okay. I’m glad it’s a good memory. I was afraid that the painful ex had been your first.” He commented, leaning towards you slightly.

“No, thank fuck.” You muttered. “Let’s move on, yeah?”

He nodded.

“I kinda have to ask this one, out of curiosity and for personal reasons. Have you ever been tested for STDs?”

He blinked and crossed his legs. “I have. It’s part of my medical check-ins. Of course the tests are more for... completeness, so to say, rather than actual need. My sex life is not that active, and when it is, I always use protection. I’m quite obsessed with it, to be honest.” He explained, his defensive stance opening up. He answered thoroughly, not even thinking of how much he was offering freely. “Do you mind me asking the same question?”

“Not at all. I also got tested. After my relationship I had to. My ex wasn’t very faithful.” You replied, blushing. “During all my flings I’ve always used protection except once. I was a bit dumb back then.” You admitted, wincing painfully. “And after my last one I got tested. He didn’t make me feel like a condom was safe enough. Thank God, everything is absolutely fine and I’m clean.”

“Oh, yeah, same here.” He offered back, with a shy laugh. “Ready for question three?”

“Yeah. I’ve got to ask one last question, for my peace of mind. Do you expect monogamy from me?” You asked.

“Do you?” He deflected.

You smiled “I asked you, Yoongi. Do you want me to date you exclusively?”

“Well I do. Do you? Want to date just me? I mean.” He asked.

“Yes, I will date you exclusively if you’re dating me exclusively.” You replied, matter-of-factly.

He shook his head, incredulous. “Of course I’m dating only you.” He murmured with a pout. “Why would I be seeing someone else?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“Well, I’m strictly monogamous, ____. I’m giving you my undivided attention and all my spare time. Don’t you ever doubt my commitment. I don’t cheat.” He seemed almost too serious for a moment.

“I needed to know.”

“It’s okay. But just because you got burned once, that doesn’t mean that everyone wants to burn you, okay? That’s a bastard’s move. I promise you I won’t.” He said. And for the first time you felt like believing in it.

You took a deep breath, then smiled. “Well, anyway, you already asked your question. So it’s my turn again.” You said, cheekily.

He huffed, offended, but let you go on.

“Time to start drinking, Yoongles.” You chanted in a sing-song voice.

He laughed silently. “We’ll see.”

“What’s your favourite position in bed?” You asked, trying to peek into his private life.

“Should I drink? At this? You have to seriously one-up your game, kitten.” He stared at you intently. He was desperately trying to keep a poker face to hide how much he wanted to climb over your body and hide in the crook of your neck, inhale your sweet scent, which was enhanced by the rain that had hit you earlier.

“I’m quite traditional. I like anything that allows me to see the face of my partner. So missionary, cowgirl and lotus. When I’m a bit angsty I go for doggy. Spoons is another one I like – and also an awfully underrated one. My past lovers all said that the angle is amazing. It’s very rewarding.” Again, he gave you more than what you asked for. He wanted you to know these random things about him. He was telling you everything he wanted you to know. Who cares about vulnerability and offering too much? His aim was to earn your trust. And for you to repay his prodigality in kind. He wanted you to open up and overshare things about yourself. He wanted to know what to imagine when he thought about kissing you. When he thought of you while touching himself. He wanted to understand what he could ask, what you could possibly like, what scared you, what you needed comfort in.

At this point you were imagining him behind you, a hand at your waist, the other on your breast, his low moans caressing your ear, eyes closed, lost in bliss. Snap out of it, slut. “Wide choice.” You commented with an awkward chuckle, still trying to get back from your fantasy.

“It really depends on my partner, though. Whatever works for them.” He shrugged, his arms leaning forward, palms up. “My turn, right?” He waited for your confirmation.

“Off you go.”

“What’s your most frequent fantasy?” He muttered, shy but also sultry, his voice a low rumble.

You inhaled deeply, noticing how close he had got to what you were thinking a few seconds ago. “Dammit, I might drink.” You looked at the glass, almost lunging for it. But it was a feint. ”Actually lately I’ve been thinking a lot about having sex in the kitchen.”

Fuck. He was out. He licked his lip. He almost thought you were done with your confession, but you went on.

“Being pushed up against the counter and bent over. Or being lifted up and sat on the counter. Having someone tease me while I’m spread on the table. Or having to keep a straight face while someone is toying with me underneath the table.” You scratched your cheek, “You pick.” You whispered slightly embarrassed, laying your hands on your cheekbones in an attempt to calm down your blush.

He lifted the glass. He needed to calm down.

When you noticed his gesture you sucked your lips in, trying to hide a smug grin.

“Are you proud of getting under my skin, Kitten?” He asked.

“Yes, of course.” You replied immediately.

“Well done, ____.” The way he almost moaned your name made your blood soar to your ear. “Your turn, kitty.”

“Are you more on the dominant or submissive side?” You asked. You honestly couldn’t figure this out. He showed small signs leaning towards both sides. He was traditionally courteous, giving you attention and taking care of you, paying for food and using his body language to show you were taken, that you weren’t hanging out with a friend or a relative, but a possible love interest. At the same time, he never initiated openly intimate contact, rather he waited for you to initiate. And he had never kissed you, nor shown any interest in doing so.

“I’m leaning dom. But it’s a slight preference. It has a lot to do with my partner’s preferences. I’ve both dommed and subbed in the past. I like the protective, possessive side of domming, but I also like the receiving, caring side of subbing. Still I enjoy the control that comes from being more dominant. I would say it’s 65 to 35 for domming.”

You nodded. That sounded good. “That’s nice. I’m also a bit in the middle. Leaning sub, though.” It felt natural replying. It felt like he should know.

“Thank you for giving that up.” He smiled, warming up to you, trying to associate a positive outcome to your sharing personal information about yourself. “Now, about my question.” He fumbled a bit in his head, trying to go for something intimate, but not openly sexual. “Okay, if you could kiss any part of your significant other but their face, what would it be?”

You smiled at the cute question. Because you honestly didn’t think of the sexual side of it. “Well, you said no face. Let me think... I think I really like giving hand kisses. They’re old school, but also so meaningful. They’re apparently platonic and innocent, but they have that side of worship and adoration that just makes me weak.” You hugged yourself, growing smitten at the thought.

He cocked his head to the side, looking at you with a curious and endeared expression.

“I also like kissing on the chest, like the breastbone, like the very center of the chest. Another not openly sexual spot, but I think it’s so tender. There’s the heart there, so it’s an especially fond spot. It sort of implies that the other person is hugging you, and that you’re laying your head on their chest.” You gushed, turning absolutely tender at the thought.

“What about the face?” He asked. He wanted your hand kisses. He wanted his fingers in your mouth, but that was not the point of the question at all and you were there smitten and cute and he should stop sexualising your cuteness outburst.

“Isn’t that another question?” You smirked, brow creasing.

“I should have asked for ‘anywhere but mouth’. Dumb me.” He huffed out and sulked.

“Then, forehead kisses. Underrated. Affectionate. Platonic but so tender. They go to a whole other level of intimacy.” You murmured, anything to stop his sulking, which was making your heart twist in your chest.

He grinned “Thank you.” He said, sinking his head between his shoulders.

“Well, pay up for it with question six. Thoughts on being vocal during sexy time?” You asked.

“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate one second. “Tendentially I’m not very verbal, and I try to keep it quiet. After such a long time with roommates, that’s kind of ingrained in me. Since I moved out, I kinda got more vocal, still not very verbal, but don’t expect pornographic feats.” He laughed, trying to relax the mood. “For my partner, any sound is a nice sound, as long as it’s not fake porn screaming. Subtle moaning and heavy breathing get me going quickly. Sensitive ears and stuff.” He scratched his neck. He was getting worked up again. Deep breath, boy. He scolded himself. “Anything else?”

You shook your head. “I’m good, thanks. Come on, shoot it.”

“It’s my number six?”

“Yes, champ. Go get it.” You teased cheekily.

He took in a big breath, licking his lips.

God, any more lip game and you’d throw yourself at him.

“Quick reminder: you have your drink there, just in case.” He offered. “Have you ever had a sex dream?”

Yes, about you and your dirty mouth and naughty hands. Wait, do dirty daydreams count?

He misunderstood your pause for a sign of reluctance. “Your drink is there, ____, waiting for you.” He reminded you.

You took your glass.

He nodded with little movements of his head, his expression neutral. That’s how much is too much, he though.

“I’ve dreamt of a classmate performing oral on me, once during that relationship I mentioned.” You admitted after taking a sip. Indeed, liquid courage. “I felt awful when I woke up. But it was an epiphany of sorts. It really made me understand how fucked up it all was. I don’t usually have those dreams.” You admitted. “Although I have dreamt random stuff about being naked and sexual feelings related to non-sexual contexts. Like once I dreamt I was canoeing on a rough river and I had this complicated torso bondage thing going on.” You laughed awkwardly.

Breast bondage. He was salivating. Maybe he was overthinking it but his mind had reserved a special spot for your breasts and maybe you didn’t even like nipple play that much and he was just making it up in his head. He closed his eyes to avoid checking your chest. He knew it would kill him. He was already dealing with a semi, elbows propped on his knees to hide it, hoping that the angle and the dim lights would help him. In a part of his brain he started building a folder about your previous relationship, saving there all the useful information. He sort of assumed, because of the dream you had recollected, that oral was some sort of hot topic during that time.

“Thank you, Kitten. I was afraid I had gone too far.”

“It’s okay. It’s just… I do wanna open up to you, but there’s hurtful stuff in the process.” You admitted. “I’m a bit fucked up.”

“We all are, sweetheart.” He reassured you, wanting nothing but to hold your hand, bring it to his heart, to his face, to his lips.

“My turn!” You smiled excitedly. “Sleeping habits: pjs, underwear or naked?”

“My sleeping habits or my preferences for my significant other?” He asked, trying to understand the answer you expected.

“Well, since you asked, both? For the kisses question earlier.” You reminded him.

“Nice, okay. I often sleep in pjs, especially when it gets colder. Naked feels nice too, I guess. Usually in the summer. When I’m on vacation.” He thought about the other one. How would he want you to sleep next to him? “I think I like my partner in very loose clothing. Oversized t-shirt and panties.” No bra, of course. He wants his hands to move there freely. “Naked sounds nice, but I don’t expect it. Some people feel vulnerable like that. My ex did.” He explained.

You understood, people are different, et cetera, but at the same time you asked yourself who wouldn’t want to sleep naked next to him. Feel him waking up, his warm skin enveloping you, his hands and mouth having free access to anything he craved, being completely laid bare for his whims and wants.

He noticed you were distracted and asked you his question right away.

When you noticed him staring you moved your head forward, waiting for him to speak.

“I’ve already asked, but maybe you were distracted, Kitten. How would you rate your sex drive from one to ten?” He asked. “To understand your needs, you see.”

You settled back against the back of the sofa, smiling and thinking. “I’d say around seven? Maybe eight? Like, usually I fool around about two or three times a week. Maybe four if I’m feeling very spoiled and needy.” You explained, fumbling around with the words. Yeah, you have toys and use them. Yeah, you masturbate and have an healthy sex life. Getting laid helps you deal with stress and mood swings, and endorphins help you keep your mood up, what’s wrong with that?

“Reasonable.” He didn’t comment on your fooling around. He might as well try to figure that out with the next question.

“What about you?” You asked.

“Is that your question, Kitten?” He waited for your confirmation. At your lively nod, he smiled. “I think I’m also around seven. As you said, I fool around about three to four times a week, when I’m quite relaxed. Sometimes I might get too tired and just avoid it entirely. Sometimes I’m tired but nervous and just do it more often but take shorter sessions. My question now.” He wanted to speed things up a little. It was around three now and he was afraid you wanted to bail on him.

“Go.” You said, already expecting this one to be bad.

“Do you use any sex toys?”

You laughed. “Yes. I do.”

“That’s it?” He asked, impatient to know more.

“When did this conversation become so explicit?” You asked.

“It was you who started it. But since I’m interested in knowing what you like and what you need, I realised I could use it to my advantage. I want to build intimacy with you before I start actually messing with you. I want our first time to feel right. I want to be able to laugh it out, were things to get messy. I want to know how to make you lose your mind beforehand.”

“If you say so…” You smiled suspicious but also curious. “I have a vibrator. A simple, practical one. Very old school, a bullet number. I also have a double density dildo. Expensive ordeal, but most definitely worth the money. And nipple suction cups. They’re still new. It’s a gift from myself I did a few months ago after a tough time at work.”

Fuck, he wanted to shove his head in a frozen lake. Could you? For real? He dragged his hands down his face.

“I wish I could see what’s going on in your head right now.” You wondered, faking aloofness. You were most likely ready to spread yourself on the coffee table and ask him to feast on you. “Now, about my question.” You followed your intuition. “What’s the body part that turns you on the most?”

He took a sip.

Don’t leave me hanging, Yoongi, please. “I like eye contact. Makes me understand the mood of my partner. It really turns me on when my partner maintains eye contact during sex. And I’m a breasts man. A hopeless one at that.” Again he shrugged in an “I can’t help it” kind of way.

You laid your head back against the sofa, looking at him with a knowing glance from under your lashes. “Interesting.” How long would it take to convince him to rip your shirt, slip the cups of your bra under your tits and suck your nipples until you orgasmed a couple times and fell asleep?

He took another sip. He was blushing. You liked your nipples sucked. And he liked sucking them. How convenient. “What’s a blatantly nonsexual thing that turns you on?” He asked, putting down the glass.

You did consider drinking. Could you handle him knowing such a sensitive piece of information? To hell with reason. “If you cup my face I’ll go smitten. Pair that up with a term of endearment or a little praise and I’m ready to drop to my knees.” You admitted.

“Praise kink?” He asked.

“No. I just get soft when someone cups my cheek. It makes me want to please them.” You admit.

“You know I’ll use this against you the moment you allow me to, right?” He states openly.

“Yes. I don’t mind.”

“Ask your question. It’s number ten baby.” He looked at his watch. “It’s late. Tell me when you want to go. I’ll understand.”

“I want to keep going.” You said. In more ways than one. “What’s something you want to try in bed?”

He stared off in the distance. “Oh. Let me think.” He started bouncing his leg. “Specifically in bed?”

“Yes.”

“I’m pretty sensitive. Maybe I would try something with blindfolds and restraints and sensation play? Like a feather or silk or something along that line.” He blushed and his his eyes in his hands.

“That sounds interesting. You want to try that on someone else or on yourself?” You asked for clarification.

“Myself. But I’m not opposed to doing that to someone else. Okay, let’s go on, I’m suffering here.” Inhale. Exhale. “Do you want to take it down a notch or keep going?”

“Keep going.” You murmured, afraid of what would come next, but also excited.

“Kitten, what makes you wet in seconds?” He whispered.

“You want to use this against me too?” You suspected.

“Only in your best interests.”

“Do you mean sexual things that turn me on innocent ones?” You pushed your head behind your ear.

“Do your thing, kitten.”

“On a more innocent level, I’m really sensitive to voices. I must say that yours unsettles me a little.” You confessed on a small note, with a tiny voice. “On a sexual level, I’m a mess for anything around my chest and neck. It makes me weak at the knees, it really drives me wild.”

“Touching, kissing, biting, sucking, licking…?” He suggested, fixing his posture.

“Yes to all.” You whispered, stretching to get the glass.

“Yeah.” He took a sip himself.

You gulped and put down the tumbler. “Do you ever willingly deepen your voice?”

“Yes. I did it for you, when we met. I saw you shiver when I did it accidentally, the first time we met at the office. So I did it again. I wanted you to notice me, I wanted to get you flustered.” He admitted shyly.

You sucked you lip. “You did. I was squeezing my legs so bad. You know when you stood up and said goodbye?”

“You were holding the edge of the table.” He remembered, nodding.

“My knees were wobbly. I don’t think my legs could hold me up.” You confessed, shaking your head timidly.

“Poor Kitten.” He said, hiding his mouth behind his hand. “Can I ask you a tricky question, sweetheart?”

As you nodded he huffed out a question, scared to ask. “Oral: giving or receiving.”

“Giving. Receiving is a difficult matter. My ex didn’t really… enjoy that.” You spoke vaguely.

He did a double take. “He didn’t eat you out?”

You shook your head gingerly.

“He was shit.” He muttered, pouring himself another shot. You were eleven questions in and he’d drunk only sips. And it was not because he didn’t answer but rather because he needed to calm his nerves before he jumped you.

“I guess so.” You giggled embarrassedly.

“Never?” he asked again, shocked. “Never in 3 years?”

“Never.” You confirmed. “He said the taste made him gross.”

“Gross… And he wanted you to suck him, quite obviously.”

“I didn’t mind. I like the view”. You admitted with a playful gleam in your eyes.

He saved that for later, but at the moment he was too busy handling the matter of your ex. “Fucker.” He replied and took a sip. “But are you opposed to it?” Yoongi asked, curious and honestly worried. He would give anything to convince you to let him change your mind.

You blushed. “I’ve done it a couple times with a few flings, but just like you and noise-making, my mind is kind of set on giving rather than receiving. Still, I think I could give it a try.” You announced.

“I’m glad you’re not letting that fucker take that from you.” He admitted, keeping the glass in his hand and holding onto it like it were his sanity.

“If I’m being honest, after that time we went to the park– you remember the ice cream right?”

Yeah, he remembered. Most importantly he remembered the huge boner he’d got as he watched you eating it, his body losing it like a teenager. He nodded.

“I think I’ve started to think about… Your head. There.” You were getting loose-lipped.

You were going to make him sin. He swore under his breath, downing the shot. Again you laughed, enjoying how you were affecting him. “Gonna show you how good it is.” He teased.

“Hope you’ll show me many, many things.” You joked cheekily.

“Trust me, I’m keeping a list, sweetheart.” And the final smirk made you want to rip your own panties and offer yourself to his pink, wet tongue. “Are you okay, Kitten?” He asked, reaching for your knee.

If he touches me, I’ll fucking explode. And there was his hand. On your knee. “Have you ever had sexual fantasies about a man?” The words left your mouth quickly.

He let his fingertips caress your clothed skin. He wished you were wearing a skirt. “I consider myself attracted to people regardless of their gender identity. I had a very brief fling with a man once, but nothing truly ever happened. We just kissed a couple times, but we weren’t right for each other, emotionally. He was too reserved for me. And he was incredibly untrusting.”

“So trust is the dealbraker? Trust?” You asked, immediately interested in something that had changed his relationship so dramatically.

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Okay. I understand.”

“Moving on. What are your thoughts on the last time you had sex?” He kept spurring you on, going deeper and deeper under your skin, getting closer and closer to your soul, trying to discover the very heart of you, and most importantly if he had any chance to settle there.

“Oh God.” You laughed. “It was almost eight months ago. It was traumatic.” Again you laughed.

“Is that an exasperated laugh?” He asked, worried but also interested in your ironic reaction.

“I’m laughing to hold back tears. Last time I had sex, the dude had a dick too big for his own good and didn’t know how to use it. I definitely faked the second one because he kept poking me with his fingers. I asked to change positions so I could touch myself and cum. It was awful.” You laughed some more. “When I went back home I just had to take care of myself.”

“Promise you won’t fake with me.” He almost begged. “Promise me you won’t go home and take care of yourself.”

“I can promise you the first.” You bit your lip. And drank. Don’t ask me the second, please don’t. Please.

“I’ll need the other one too, you know.” He said, pressing you in the matter.

You have no idea, Yoongi. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” He murmured, frowning.

Because I did that so many times already coming home from dates with you, every time silently begging you to kiss me, to touch me, to ruin me. “I’ll try to from now on.”

“I’m sorry if I sent you home frustrated before. But I honestly needed to take my time.” He shoved his hands in his hair, combing it back. “I tend to rush. Once I let go.” He confessed exhaling loudly. He looked at you with a lustful glance. “But I promise I’ll take care of you. Completely.” He was getting flirtier.

“Quickies or long session?”

“Is that your question, kitten? Are you sure?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Answer me, Yoongi.” You laid back, opening your legs just lightly. Anything to lessen the discomfort lodged in your crotch.

He looked amused. “I can do both. But long sessions for the win. The devil’s in the details and the sex is in the foreplay.” He also leaned back and parted his legs, mirroring you perfectly. “What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“A guy I was dating on-again-off-again, before I met my ex. I was twenty. I let him go because I was starting to fall for my ex. He showed me half the stuff I like. The other half I picked up myself.”

He wanted to know more. He wanted to know what you liked, what he owed some horny teenager and what you had discovered yourself. How you had discovered it. Most importantly, he wanted to excel in everything you liked. He wanted to please you again and again, till you were drunk in bliss and his taste, your skin glistening in a gross and divine mixture of his sweat and drool and your own perspiration. He wanted messy and loud and obliterating.

He wanted…

“Have you ever touched yourself while thinking of me?” You asked, bold, spitting the question out of your tongue like ripping off a band aid.

He threw his head back, groaning in something that looked like pain. It wasn’t arousal. You were quite sure.

He was burgundy with shame and effort. He grabbed the glass and downed the alcohol in one go. “Yes.”

You rolled your neck and exhaled, moaning.

“Almost every day.” He went on. “I can’t get you out of my head and I need it to stop for just. One. Second.”

You gulped, then took a big breath through you mouth. “I have too. Thought of you, that is.”

“I assumed so.” He whispered. “I’ve thought of things I’m not proud of, Kitten. I’m a grown, respectful man, but you’ve made such a sorry mess of me.”

“I am so sorry, Yoongi.” No, you’re not.

“You’re truly sadistic, aren’t you?” He asks.

“Is that your question?”

“No.” He pauses. “What’s your favourite body part on yourself and on me?”

Your heartbeat felt like a joke. You closed your legs. No need to try and play it cool. You were drenched, and you were afraid that by now it was actually starting to show. “I think I like my hands? Or maybe… I don’t really know. I think my hands are nice.”

“They are beautiful, ____, really.” So were your tits, but it didn’t feel quite right to point that out in that precise moments.

“Thank you.” You took a long break, biting your lip before going on with your answer. “On you... I’ve been thinking about those hands a lot”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You deadpanned. The background music shifted to something sultry and so slow you felt like desire was spiraling in your loins with that cool, rich drawl.

“What about them?” He continued.

You took a sip of your drink, looking at him from under your lashes. “Around my throat.”

Yoongi sat back, undoing one button of his shirt. “Keep going.”

“One around my throat, the other in my hair as you kiss me, drawing me in. Keeping me still.”

“Keep going.” He said, closing his eyes and rolling his shoulders.

“Maybe I’ve been thinking of your hand on my chest. Your fingers pinching my nipples.”

“God bless you, Kitten. What else did my naughty hands do in those dreams of yours.”

Your voice got breathy and shy. “Maybe… Just maybe they got between my legs.”

“And how did that make you feel.” He was going to lose it.

“Horny.”

His heavy breathing stopped for a second. “Did you touch yourself?” His eyes opened to look at your reaction.

You nodded slowly, trying to get some saliva in your awfully dry mouth. The whisky helped. “I needed it.”

“Good girl.” He praised your honesty, again trying to work on that association between your openness and a positive outcome. He thought it was over. Your confession.

“But to be honest what really made me cum was thinking of your pretty pout on my breasts, licking my tits and biting into the soft skin there.”

He growled, pushing the balls of his hands against his eyes. “Kitten, I think I just came in my pants.”

You laughed wildly at his honesty, rolling your head back and teasing him, showing the expanse of your neck and chest.

“Cruel, ain’t you?”

“I’m also sweet.”

“I don’t care, I’ll lick you up anyway.” He teased downing his glass. His second.

You both did a refill. You were tipsy and his eyes had a gleam that wasn’t there at the beginning of the evening.

“You won’t be able to drive me home.” You murmured.

“Do you really want me to?” He asked.

“No.” You answered.

“Remember, I promised not to fuck you tonight, Kitten.” He reminded you.

“Not even foreplay?” You pouted. “Not even making out? A small peck on the lips?”

“I’m hungry for you. That shit just ain’t it.” He growled. You knew he had deepened his voice for you.

You crossed your legs. “Do you like massage?”

“What number is that?” He asked, referring to how many questions you’ve gone through.

“Fifteen. Do you?” You pressed him, trying to get him to talk.

“I mentioned being sensitive. I do like that when I’m in a stressed mood. I like it after a warm bath, with warm lotion or massage oil. It really makes me weak. An ex introduced me to it and I think I got a bit addicted to it, whenever I feel like I need to be taken care of.”

“It sounds nice.” It felt like a nice pause from the kinkfest that had been going on until five minutes ago.

“Have you ever cried while you were in bed with someone?” He asked, his voice delicate as he reached for another intimate, although innocent side of you.

“The first time I hooked up after my ex. It was so liberating I cried. The guy beside me freaked out a little, but he understood. He was kind, just very emotionally dumb, I suppose.”

“I’m sorry for that. It sounds like he scarred you so much.” Yoongi commented, his boiling desire subduing at your vulnerable, tender side. A silly, egotistic part of him wanted to heal you. Try as hard as he might.

“It’s cool.” Your mouth quirked to the side. “Let’s move on to brighter themes, yeah? What’s your favourite thing to do, sexually speaking?”

He looked at you with doubt in his eyes. You knew the past scars conversation wasn’t over. Still, he smiled bright and replied. “I want to suck your nipples. Bite your soft, round tits, leave hickies all over them.” He leaned over, feeling bold as he let his hand catch yours. He scooted closer to you, his voice so deep he sounded like Hades, god of the Underworld. “That’s one of my favourite things in bed. And not just there, honestly.”

Could a person die from arousal? Because you felt your heart burst at that moment, explode like a match and light up your bonfire body. “Yoongi.” You murmured as he let the back of his fingers travel along the outer side of your thigh in a phantom touch.

“You wanna know what else I really, really like doing in bed? Another fantasy of mine?” He asked, his tone patronising but his posture all the opposite, respectful and tender, like a man talking to his woman. He leaned down, close to your ear. “I want you to sit on my face, Kitten. I wanna lick you up like you’re dripping in cream. I want my face covered in jour taste. I want to choke between your legs. Will you give me that?” He asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Will you give me that, Kitten?”

You had gone completely still, afraid that even your smallest move could break the spell. “Take it now, please, Yoongi.” You begged. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m so wet. I’m so tired of needing you all the time!” You whined, grabbing his hand and placing it between your clothed thighs, where your wetness had started to diffuse.

“I can’t, Kitten. You know our promises. But what about my question, uh? Have you ever had a threesome, sweetheart?”

“Once. After leaving my ex I had some wild times. A couple of university friends asked me to join them. I sort of liked it.” You admitted, as your hips tried to grind against his barely-there fingers.

“Liked doing it with a girl?” He asked, gripping your thigh and pressing you down, stopping your attempt at release.

“I liked eating her out.”

“Kitty girl likes using her tongue. Good for her.” He murmured, trying to stop the image of you doing that. He needed to try. Needed to see. Fuck monogamy, he could try this before you became too his to share.

By now he was sitting at your side and you were doing everything, everything in your power to stop yourself from straddling his lap and shoving his head between your breasts. You took your glass and took a sip, his nose drawing a thin line following the outline of your throat while swallowing. You almost choked. “What’s your favorite part of sex?”

“Foreplay. But it was already clear, wasn’t it?” He taunted. “You need to focus, Kitten. Ask the right questions. Mirror sex?” He queried.

“Yes.” You replied. Alcohol spurred you on. “Honestly, I want to try giving a man a hand job while stading behind him, in front of a mirror. I’d like to feel the power of that.” You shrugged.

“That sounds nice.” He played it cool, the erection in his trousers now too blatant to even bother covering.

You almost wanted to ask him if he had a full-length mirror nearby so you could get started right there and then. But you didn’t like how cool and unaffected he seemed. You wanted him to get flustered and drink and undo another button. You wanted him to throw his head back so you could lick a stripe up his neck. “And I would whisper dirty stuff in your ear. Don’t think I didn’t notice how flustered you were during our gallery visit.”

“Darling, that was an exercise in restraint. I almost smashed you against the closest painting at least three times.”

“Only three times?” You lifted your eyebrows dramatically.

“I’m almost offended, Min Yoongi.”

“Careful there, Kitten.” He warned.

“Unless?” You provoked him.

“I’ve promised I won’t fuck you tonight.” He murmured.

“Such a coquettish tease you are.” You huffed, looking away.

“I want you to ruin me, Kitten. We can’t do that until promotion is over and you can leave marks all over me as much as you want.” His deepened voice made you squirm on your seat, legs crossing in desperate need to ease the pulsing under your panties.

“It’s almost four a.m. Are you sure you want to finish this?”

I want you to finish me. “Question...”

“Eighteen, babe.”

“Mh, nice. If your partner ever caught you touching yourself, would you keep going?”

“Depends, but yeah, I think so.” Pause. “I would put up a nice show for you.” He palmed his erection through the fabric, trying to get more comfortable.

Yes, you noticed. No, you did not comment. Self combustion is not your current goal, after all. “That’s all you’re gonna offer me?” You asked piqued, dragging your fingernail from his knee to his hipbone slowly. He didn’t manage to hold back a shiver.

You chuckled lowly. “Sensitive little thing.”

“My turn, little devil. What of masturbating while dirty talking?” He asked, his arm moving behind your back and climbing up, snaking around your shoulder, his hand grabbing your chin to shift your gaze from his lap to his face.

“Want to know a secret, baby?” You lured him in, carefully.

“Everything.”

“I’ve touched myself while listening to you.” You whispered at his ear, goosebumps raising everywhere, his whole body growing too sensitive as your hand moved to his inner thigh.

“Really?” Yoongi asks, trying to push his crotch in your palm.

You retreated your hand, offering only the tip of your index finger, which started lazily tracing the outline of his hard on. “I’m sorry. Does it bother you?”

He winced. He would really come in his pants like a teenager. Was your question about your hand or about using his voice to get yourself off? He didn’t mind, both. “I’m perfectly good with it, Kitten. I’m just surprised. What was I talking about.” His voice was neutral, but his eyes were closing, mouth hanging open.

You neared your mouth to his ear and started explaining. “It was a voice note. You were discussing a beat, describing the vibe of the piece you had just finished, murmuring stuff about the bass and not being sure of the tempo, maybe slowing it down.”

“And you came to that?” He asked, opening his eyes and meeting yours.

You were stroking him through his clothes and you hadn’t even kissed him yet. I told you. A slut. That’s what you are. You reprimanded yourself. “I came to the sound of your voice. The pattern of stresses. It was so relaxing. The way your voice resonated.” You kissed his jaw, taking courage.

He smiled. “Next time I’ll send you something more... stimulating, then.” He cocked his head to the side, showing you the soft skin below his chin.

You kissed there too. “I’ll look forward to it.” Another kiss. “Final question.” Another. “if you could do anything to me right now, what would you do?” You placed another kiss on his neck as he moaned, his hips moving shamelessly.

You offered him your palm.

He groaned when he started answering. “Tear your clothes off. Suck your panties clean ‘cause they must be soaked.”

You squeezed your hand around his shape. He was rock hard, the curve following the waistband of his pants. He didn’t feel excessively big, but still his thickness felt nice on your palm. You just wished you could see him naked. He emitted a low whine, his hand dropping from your chin and hitting your chest. “Keep going, Yoongi.” You encouraged him, needing to know what he wanted to do to you.

“I would lick you clean. Fuck you on the sofa, you on top of me. Riding me while I suck on those gorgeous tits.” His hand reached lower, holding your breast and rolling it expertly in his gentle grip. “I’d cum in your cunt while I’m balls deep inside you. And when we’re done I would fuck my cum back inside with my tongue.” He growled like a vicious beast and you just couldn’t help it, you needed your hand between your thighs. You obeyed to your need.

“You’re a filthy, greedy boy, Yoongi, aren’t you?” You asked, giving him more, rewarding for the glorious image he’d just gifted you.

“It’s with you. Just you.” He called out, his voice broken, his mouth desperate. “My final question. Why haven’t you kissed my lips yet?”

“I was waiting for you.” You murmured, bringing your lips upwards, against his throat. He was completely immobilised as you lingered a hairsbreadth from his plush pout. “Yes?”

“Yes.” He whispered.

That’s when you lowered yourself on him, once hopeless, starved and now finally hopeful and nourished.

He feeded you milk and honey, his assault sweet and rich, a balm to your tarnished soul. His lips latched onto your lower lip, sucking and sucking in a way that made you want to offer him every inch of your body. Yes, you would still wait for this. You would keep waiting. For this moment to come back, for this feeling to bloom and fill you over and over again, anytime he kissed you, from now to the rest of eternity. You murmured his name on his mouth and he spoke yours, with alarm over his features.

“Too much, too much, Kitten, please.” He whispered, pressing harder against your hand. “Want you. Please. Touch yourself. I wanna cum with you.”

He was lost and desperate, grinding against you like a fool.

You undid your zipper and put your hands on your sodden folds. You delivered a peck on his lips. “How close?” You asked.

“Very.” He replied, wetting your lips with the tip of his tongue, making you open your mouth and licking you up, flirting with your own tongue.

You pulled away to bite his jaw gently. “I’ve never been this wet, Yoongi. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Gimme...” You studied the geography of his lap, finding his tip and focusing there. “Yes.” He murmured, before intensifying his pushes. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Please, ____, let me hear you.”

You let out an embarrassed, tentative whine, then, trying to properly assist him, you started getting carried away, losing your damper, clenching your inner muscles and whispering his name. “Yoongi, I’m close.” You murmured. “Need you to…”

���Yes, Kitten, baby, please… I–” With a groan, he hid his head in the crook of your neck, biting on the skin, not too harshly.

It was all it took. “Yoongi!” You screamed, pushing into your own hand and collapsing against the back of the couch, dragging him with you.

When you regained conscience, he was already out of his high, looking flustered and sleepy and glowing. Beautiful.

“Can I?” He uttered quietly.

You nodded, barely coherent.

He helped your hand out of your waistband, careful not to stain your clothes. And granting you a fine view, he brought your hands to his mouth and licked them clean.

His tongue delved into every angle and plane, making sure he got every drop. Licking his lips, he stared into your soul and murmured deeply. “The fucking sweetest.”

And then he held you close. “There’s a spare bathroom, at the end of the hall. It has everything you need.” He explained. “I’ll get cleaned myself. Will you sleep in my bed?” He asked, his voice so vulnerable it shattered your heart.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

[q-iilin]

Heellloooo, sorry if this has been asked before - I scrolled through your tumblr and did read your FFs, but do you think you could give us a little bit more of a deep-dive into Darren's personality? Including things he likes, things he dislikes, maybe any experiences he's made you think are of value? And just to pick smth up I've seen on your Twitter: Regardless of his bg story, the art is so visually appealing, I am hyped either way :p ♥ Lots of love!

It hasn't been asked of me here, so no worries! I'm always happy to elaborate more on what makes Darren tick. Thank you so much for your wonderful compliments and interest; it really means a lot to me T__T

I do plan on writing up a small bio here with "stats" for him, so look forward to that soon!

For now, I'll give a small appetizer for the things you've mentioned specifically. Putting things under a read more just in case I get too carried away.

Darren likes organization. He likes being in the know about important things that are tied into the process of achieving his goals. He can get a little uneasy in the moment if that assurance is broken, but he's quick to adapt and make the best out of the situation. He approaches most things in the same manner, already thinking many steps ahead and processed possible outcomes. Rarely is he ever surprised.

In terms of more tangible likes, he enjoys having a sweet whiskey with good company in a quiet space. Darren likes complicated literature, books that allow him to have deep thoughts about the material, and has an affinity for the tragedy genre. He likes fireplaces, specifically the smell of burning wood, and gentle rain showers.

He sounds like a very dignified person with expensive taste, but he really isn't. Darren doesn't care about wealth. He's more interested in living comfortably than living on a hoard of coin.

There isn't much that he dislikes, per se. He's not the type of person to be influenced by other people's opinions regarding, well, anything. He doesn't like not being in control, whether that be of a situation, his emotions, etc. Darren does his best to minimize the chances of his feelings flipping on a dime because then his brain works too fast for him to process. Though, the exception of this is when Jacob is involved and he never knows what will happen. The feelings are less anger-frustration and more flustered-frustration.

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I'll explain more in the bio I plan on writing, but here's a little backstory on possibly why Darren is the way he is.

Darren was born to a Chinese mother and a Welsh father. His exposure to the Assassins was through his mom, though not through the means of being thrown into training at a young age. She effectively "retired" before Darren reached the age of 3 so that the family could live comfortably. Her stories thrilled him, but she never pushed him to join the Assassins if he didn't want to. And it certainly wasn't because she was unable to defend herself and his father.

They dealt with a lot of shit due in no small part to good ol' period-typical racism. None of which really bothered the two of them (much to his father's dismay) because they came to expect it but the nonchalance to strangers' opinions was hammered into Darren.

I have too many OCs that have the ~dead/absent/murdered parents~ thing, so I wanted to make sure Darren still had both of his. There's a very important detail that I left out here that really plays a part in who he is as a character. I'll reveal it when I get the detailed bio written.

I hope this is enough to satiate your curiosity while you wait for more! Again, don't be shy about asking situational/scenario questions as well because I looove writing about those, too.

[askmyfandoms]

My Magicwish AU Stuff and Undertale Aus

Magicwish Bios

Once there were two races

HUMANS and MONSTERS

One day, war broke out

HUMANS won and sealed MONSTERS underground with a spell

Many Years Later...

Main Character: (Frisk Character)

(Chara Character)

(Flowey Character)

(Toriel Character)

(Nabstablook Character)

(Sans Character)

(Papyrus Character)

(Undyne Character)

(The Fabulous Mettaton Character)

(Asgore Character)

(Muffet Character)

(Asriel Character)

(W.D. Gaster)

Side Characters (Add if you Like)

(Grillby Character)

(NiceCream Guy Character)

(Burger Pants Character)

(Snowdin Shop Keeper Character)

(Gerson Character)

(Temmie Character)

(Bratty And Catty Character)

(Monster Kid Character)

(River Person Character)

(Guard 1 Character)

(Guard 2 Character)

Undyne the Undying)

(Mettaton NEO)

(Dummy)

(Froggit)

(Whimsun)

(Vegetoid)

(Migosp)

(Moldsmal)

(Snowdrake)

(Ice Cap)

(Lesser Dog)

(Greater Dog)

(Chilldrake)

(Gyftrot)

(Doggo)

(Dogamy And Dogaressa)

(Glyde)

(Jerry)

(Aaron)

(Woshua)

(Moldbygg)

(Shyren)

(Mad Dummy) (Neutral)

(Glad Dummy) (Genocide)

(Vulkin)

(Tsunderplane)

(Pyrope)

(Final Froggit)

(Whimsalot)

(Astigmatism)

(Madjick)

(Knight Knight)

(Memory Head)

(Endogeny)

(Reaper Bird)

(Lemon Bread)

(Snowdrake's Mother)

(So Sorry)

(Toby Fox (LE Dog))

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Grandchildren: None for now

*Quotes:

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Undertale OC Teleplate

Personal Into

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Full Name: Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Age: Species: [ Human or Monster or Mixed ] Soul Color: Birthday: Gender: Sex: Preferred Pronouns: Sexual Orientation: Romantic Orientation:

Personality

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*Smells like [ ____ ] HP: AT: DF: Exp on Kill: ACTS: Type of Attacks: Weapons: Inventory:

Relationships

Relationship with Pacifist Frisk/Chara?: Relationship with Genocide Frisk/Chara?: Relationship with Toriel?: Relationship with Asriel?: Relationship with Flowey?: Relationship with Sans?: Relationship with Papyrus?: Relationship with Undyne?: Relationship with Alphys?: Relationship with Mettaton?: Relationship with Asgore?: Relationship with _____? Relationship with _____? [etc.] Relationship Status: Family: Crush: Best Friend(s): Friends: Acquaintances: Enemies:

Backstory (Optional)

[ backstory goes here!! ]       Magicwish

Long ago four races over Earth : Monsters, Humans, Ponies and Others . One day a magical discharge accident involving a pregnant Queen Anna, Alphys' parents ,Undyne's parents, Gaster and a few humans when the leaders got there .

The king of humans saw the monsters then humans , he turned the king of monsters and start blaming Gaster for magical discharge ,then said the skeleton boss monsters to send away.

Suddenly the king said to the king of monsters "this is means war", the king of monsters said "This is not the answer " and the human king let them off with a warning but he said the skeleton boss monsters need to go into hiding.

Gaster sighed sadly and said "Can I go to my friend's house?" to his king . King Andy said "Yes" to Gaster and he go to the Hernandez's house to tell his friend Bell , what happened when he got there Bell was waiting for him.

Time skip

One day the prince of the monsters was born , his name is Asgore and he had a good live while Gaster and Bell feel in love and start dating and many years later they got married and moved into a big house next to a river. Bell become sick and Gaster was panicking about his wife's sudden sickness. Bell asked Gaster to call their doctor. Their doctor was named Ruby Rabbit.

Ruby got to the Font family's house to see Bell ,she knocked on the door and Gaster answered it. After some tests ,she finds out what wrong with Bell.

Ruby said Bell is pregnant and Gaster fainted. Months later a skeleton boss monster was born , his name is Comic Sans Serif Aster but Sans for short. His grandparents visit them all of the time and they was proud.

Time skip - 1 year later

One year later the princess was born , her name is Toriel Dreemurr , Asgore saw his little sister for the first time and he wants to keep her safe all costs. Toriel grow into a kind and generous princess , one day Toriel and Sans meet each other . Through time they got a crush on each other.

Time skip - Papyrus and Asriel was born.

Years later the war between Humans and Monsters start but the ponies tried to make them stop buy it did not work. Lots of lives was lost. The humans was victorious and sealed the monsters into a meadow.

Time skip

A human named Rose feel into the meadow and saw a lot of monsters . She runs away from them. She come across the Font family , she got scared and start attaching out of self-defence. Bell become angry with the human and started using her magic. Rose started throwing knives at them and one of the knives hit Bell , and other one hit Sans' eye blinding him, killing her, Sans saw it happen and scarring him for life. Papyrus did not know what was going on.

Time skip good ending

Frisk left her abused father with all of her stuff in her backpack to find her sister Chara who went to the meadow. She heard the stories of humans going there who don't come back. She fell in the meadow, she saw a few flowers in there. On her trip ,she meet a lot of monsters who become her friends. Flowey catch everyone and she saved them. Toriel become a mother to her and Sans at first was scary of her but through time , he saw that she did not want to hurt him and he became a father to her. The barrier was broken and they meet a lot of friends but they want to stay in the meadow and recalled it , Rosebud village.

Me: This is my own Undertale AU.

Horror likes trains

Dust: I like singing

Nightmare: I like dancing

Horror: I like trains

Everyone: ...............

*Horror got hit by a train* ((He's OK))

Drunk Dust

Dust: *Walking in the living room by the bar room, hiccupping*Hi friends, how it going *Hic*

Horror: Dust you OK?

Dust: Yes Horror

Error: -_-

Nightmare: >:(

Ink: ...

Gemmy: Uh Horror, put him to bed

Horror: Why me?

Gemmy: Because you have a cru-

Horror: *Cover Gemmy's mouth*

Aqua: *In her skeleton form* What did he going to say?

Haruko: Don't know

Me: Hmm.

Gemstone Rules Be nice to each other. Don't touch my pc (YouTube channel and stuff PC) No swearing Bed on time No smoking (just in the smoking area) Storyline It's good ending, the monsters and others don't know where to go. We make a town for us,There a portal to the AUs then we find out we live over a cave of gems few days later Toriel and Asgore become friends, Toriel saw Sans blushing anytime he looks at her. Toriel ask him talk with her, she says she loves him and he loves her back. They starts dating, Papyrus looks at Mettaton and he though about him all of the time. Months later on Toriel's birthday,Sans propose Toriel and she says yes. Months later they got married. Few days later police people looks for us for questions (Nothing bad). I come out of the portal, the police ask me questions and all is good with them. Present day we starts a ask blog with my ships on it. Stuff to know about Magicwish 1. A portal to all AUS for us to visit. 2. W.D Gaster is skelebros' dad, he jump in the core after failing to fix his son's eye because the human did it and Sans become scared of them but us humans are nice. 3. Mountain Ebbot is in the background of the town . 4. Sans don't to see anymore resets also he is depression because the resets. 5. Money is not a problem for us to worry about. 6. Frisk and Chara helping Flowey be good. Fandoms in Magicwish MLP

FNAF

Pokemon

Digimon

Disney

Sam and Max

more. My ocs Sam,Tara,Gemstone,Kate,Wendy,Lightstar,Nightstar,Sweetheart,Sunheart,Misty,Rex,Lighting ,Nightheart Bell MT(Skelebros'mom) Gemtale ages My family,friends, their family and friends are the same ages in real life and also my family live out of town with my friends. Undertale King Andy was 76 years old (Asgore's dad.Died in the monster and humanwar) Queen Ann was 69 years old ( Asgore's mom.Also died in the monster and human war) W.D Gaster was 66 years old (Skelebros' dad. Died by jumping the core) Bell MT was 65 years old (Skelebros' mom. Died by a human) Asgore is 55 years old Sans is 45 years old (married to Toriel, scared of humans. ) Toriel is 44 years old (married to Sans .) Alphys is 36 years old (Married to Undyne . ) Undyne is 33 years old ( Right now and married to Alphys ) Papyrus is 30 years old Dating Mettaton ex) Mettaton ex is 29 years old (Dating Papyrus) Blooky is 28 years old Grillby is 27 years old (dating Muffet) Muffet is 26 years old (dating Grillby) Doggo is 25 years old Frisk is 8 years old (Girl) Chara is 6 years old (Girl and died at 6) Flowey/ Asriel is 7 years old Monster kid is 8 years old (Male) My Ocs Gemstone is 45 years (In here)

Sweetheart is 44 years old Sunheart is 43 years old Nightstar and Light star is 42 years old Lighting is 39 years old Rex is 38 years old (Dragon) Misty is 37 years old Lunar Flower is 7 years old and Aqua Lilly is 6 years old (Gemstone's daughters) Lora and Sofia is 6 weeks old Bella not born yet (FNAF) Others don't know

[matt0044]

“I can believe in spandex-clad superheroes, aliens and mayhaps some demons but I draw the line hard at phantoms.”

Clearly these are the Flat-Earthers of the Power Rangers universe.

Dino Fury has arrived and a new showrunner in the form of Simon Bennet with Chip Lynn stepping down. So far, it’s made a good first impression with the theme song. I’m not opposed to “Go Go Power Rangers” being a consistent leitmotif of the series. I only wish the song was just longer to appreciate it more.

Buzzfe- I MEAN, Buzzblast reporter Amelia Jones reports in with her editor-in-chief to insist on a change of pace from the usual celebrity gossip and investigate Dinohenge out in the woods. Rather than a Gym or a Juice Bar, we get ourselves a Social Media outlet that’s pretty crowded with plenty of hussle. I’m actually reminded of VR Troopers with the whole newspaper angle they got.

As Woody use to say, “What an ideeeeee-ah!”

Jane allows Amelia to go off on her little ghost hunt, not being one for the paranormal. Somebody’s clearly never been to Briarwood before. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that those in the Power Rangers universe would be more open to the supernatural going down. Unless it’s a matter of what’s been scientifically proven such as new aliens regularly coming down to screw us Earthlings over.

Amelia meets Ollie by way of snagging him with her net launcher. I... guess you can just purchase them no questions asked, second amendment and whatnot. The comedic banter is pretty well grounded and less over the top compared to seasons prior. It helped that they’re among the Rangers as we get to know them and they learn of each other. Though I wouldn’t rule out comic relief yet...

Got my eye on you, Garcias. :P

Amelia leads Ollie to Dinohenge where his mother, Dr. Akana, is analyzing the circle of dinosaur statues just laying around. Her drone even picks up signs of an underground chamber only to be interrupted by Warden Buzzki- I MEAN, Warden Garcia. The copper tells them to pack it in while leading the doctor off.

Amelia and Ollie stay to clean up while having another ghost debate because again, nobody saw Mystic Force. Speaking of, a violet colored knight beams in with a scanner honing in on an energy source he seeks. The two hide while watching him blast open a way into the chamber below. As you’d expect, they decide to just walk away quick and call the ward-or they just rush ahead blindly.

Yep, they’re Power Rangers.

They follow Void Knight into the chamber where sentries are lined up one by one in a circle with a lot of advanced tech. The villain busts open a door to reveal a humanoid Solonasaurus and a Red Ranger in stasis. Our resident Alpha tries to reanimate his leader only for Void Knight to damage the controls.

Ollie rushes in with one of the Chromafury Saber along the wall before Amelia launches another net at Void Knight with maximum volts. Solon tries to toss a Power Key at them in order to command the Hengemen with their Sabers. However, Void Knight is quick to recover and seizes of the foot soldiers for him.

Amelia and Ollie are preoccupied by the enemy grunts while Void Knight localizes his exact target within a compartment nearby. Solon finally revives Zayto and brings the Red Ranger back to action. Amelia and Ollie soon even the odds by morphing with their Power Keys, psyched that they’re real superheroes. I love how Ollie claims that they’re get Zords based on the news.

I’m guessing Cassidy and Devin are the ones on the scene.

Void Knight retrieves a containing full of ooey-gooey slimeballs known as Sporixs, a no doubt topical type of villain, before Zayto engages him. The soundtrack has certainly gotten an upgrade this season with the brand new composer. The action leads to the Sporixs being unleashed from their containment unit. Void Knight cuts off the exit in order to pursue them outside.

Void Knight finds one that manages to grow into what will be first Monster of the Week and teleports off with the cretin while the other scatter. Back in the base, Amelia and Ollie demorph with their morphers camouflaging themselves as watches Beast Morphers-style. Zayto also demorphs in order to reveal himself as an alien human with antennae that can read minds. I smell a moral episode.

Zayto reads their character bio-I MEAN, their minds to assess if they’re truly trustworthy and confides his backstory in them. He lead an order of knights to defend his world from the Sporix, creatures born of pure destruction, in a neat mix of Ryusoulger footage and original footage. They drove them off Rafkon but soon learned that their next target was Earth when the dinosaurs still lived.

Zayto’s posse had the most metal idea of riding the Dinosaurs as their steeds against their foes. Now that’s one remake of Mystic Knights of Tir Na Nog we need. However, they are visited by none other than the Morphin’ Masters who connect Zayto’s order to the Morphin’ Grid. Yes. They actually took a one-off lore tidbit in the Season One episode “Big Sisters” and really expanded upon it.

Zayto’s order was sadly lost in their efforts to contain the Sporix before he went into stasis for whenever a new threat arose to seize them. Now they’re loose and hibernating after being spread all across the surrounding area. This not only gives us a good reason that they’re sticking around their setting but also adds a bit more of a chaotic factor to the Monsters of the Day formula to come.

Void Knight is tough but not leading a motley crew of world conquerors. Rather he’s a lone wolf hunting for the Sporix for his own ends, making the Macguffin of this season one and the same as the Monsters of the Day. By proxy, the Sporix are individuals until themselves with an evil nature to them. Who knows when and where they’ll spring up or how they operate under their own devices?

Zayto gladly recruits Amelia and Ollie in his new order of Dino Fury Rangers, starting us off with a trio just like with Beast Morphers. I guess the tradition still carries on after the Disney Era. I love that Zayto’s the Red Ranger but also a mentor with Solon as his Alpha 5. It turns the Red Ranger rookie trope on its head and even makes everyone else on the team the Watsons to his Sherlock.

Alright, Simon. You hooked us. Now reel us all the way.

[lovely-little-bull]

Character Bio

«« BASICS »»

« Full name »

Taura Caterina Andreas

« Meaning »

First and middle names mean "pure and innocent bull"; last name means "manly, brave, or warrior".

« Nickname »

Catie

« Reason for Nickname »

It was easier for her childhood classmates to spell and pronounce

« Age »

14 (can vary if RP takes place before/after ToA)

« Birthday »

April 27

« Gender »

Demigirl (she doesn't feel totally connected to the female gender, but she doesn't have a label for it yet)

«Sexuality »

Panromantic Asexual (also doesn't have a label yet)

« Species »

Demigod (¼ Monster)

««Appearance »»

« Height »

5'3

« Weight »

152 lbs

« Body Type/Build »

Mesomorph

« Hair Color »

Golden Brown

« Hair Style »

Wavy/Curly mix; usually loose or tied back with a thin rope

« Eye Color »

Brilliant blue, just like her father's

« Scars »

Various scars spread over body, mostly along torso and arms

« Birthmarks »

N/A

« Tattoos »

N/A

« Piercings »

Ears (Closed)

« Skin Tone »

Fair; lightly tanned

« Other Distinguishing Features »

A pair of nubby ivory horns has begun to protrude from her temples, ending about ¾ of an inch off her head

«« PERSONALITY »»

« General Personality »

Taura is very clever and shy. She comes off as a bit mysterious, preferring not to talk about herself or her past. Despite that and her tendency to keep to herself though, she desperately wants to be accepted for who she is and to feel like she belongs somewhere. She is also very understanding, and she tends to see the good in people. In fact, she'd probably be extremely loyal and kind to her friends if she had any. Still, she is capable of disliking others, usually if they’re rather mean without a good reason to be. Despite all this, Taura is not one to mess with. When she gets too upset, she goes into a blind fury, attacking anything that comes near her. She also suffers from depression and anxiety; she feels as if she is worthless and will constantly get nightmares and traumatizing flashbacks of her past. Taura rarely feels at peace and will run off when she starts getting upset, so that she can calm down and avoid losing control. She has an incredible amount of patience though, so she rarely gets to her breaking point. Given time, her strong sense of imagination will lead her to be a very creative and artistic individual.

« Typical Mood »

Apprehensive

« Triggers »

Mentions or images of car crashes or Tartarus

Unprovoked hatred/violence towards monsters or similarly misunderstood people/creatures

Violent deaths

Can also be physically triggered during a fight if someone takes things too far

« Likes »

People getting along

Things that remind her of home (certain foods, scents, surroundings, etc.)

Reflections of light and other light effects

Nature (although, not so much the sea)

Animals

Different forms of art

Hearing stories

« Dislikes »

Violence

Bullying

Being alone

Matadors

Beef, leather, etc.

Complete darkness 

Her looks (especially her horns)

« Fears »

Zeus, Poseidon, and their children

Tartarus and the possibility of ending up there

Becoming emotionally attached to people

Losing people she cares about 

Losing control of her anger

Socialization with new people

« Accent »

Greek

«« RELATIONSHIPS »»

« Father »

Apollo

« Mother »

Calantha Andreas

« Grandmother »

Damaris Andreas

« Grandfather »

Asterion (The Minotaur)

« Relationship Status »

Single

«« COMBAT »»

« Weapons »

None currently; Trained with a battleaxe and naturally talented at archery (undiscovered)

« Armor »

None currently

« Powers/Special Abilities »

Heightened senses (except for sight)

Increased strength and stamina

Ability to talk to bovine animals

Slight control over the mist

Minor healing abilities

«« BACKSTORY »»

Calantha's Story

Taura's grandmother, Damaris, was a skilled artisan and witch based in Rhodes, Greece. At the time, the Minotaur lived in some ruins near her house, and she came across him one day after he had injured himself. Seeing only the blurred figure of a distressed man, Damaris treated his wounds and found herself rather enamored with the strong, silent nature of the stranger. She made offerings to Aphrodite and Hera in order to have a successful relationship with him, and a year later, Calantha was born. She had developed her father's short temper, which got her into plenty of trouble throughout her adolescence. It didn't help that her mother was virtually blind and her father was constantly going off on his own.

When Calantha turned nine, her father was killed and sent back to Tartarus. To her and her mother, it seemed he had just disappeared. However, they got through it, and Calantha gained a new sense of maturity. She took care of her mother and learned to sew, so that she could sell clothing in her mother's shop.

In high school, Calantha was an outcast. Rumors had been spread that her father was a murderer who fled the country, which wasn't too far from the truth. People were scared of her and constantly avoided her. Even the teachers felt uneasy around her. So, as soon as she graduated, she headed to an arts college in New York. There, she reunited with her father and fell in love with a man she met at a poetry bar. That man turned out to be Apollo. They dated during her last year of college, but eventually, he had to leave.

Later that year, Calantha moved back to Greece. She was planning on bringing her mother to New York to visit her father, but she was forced to stay home when she discovered that she was pregnant. Soon, she gave birth to a beautiful baby who she named Taura Caterina, in reference to the child's astrological sign.

A few years later, Calantha was offered a job in New York. One of her friends from college had gotten into the fashion industry and wanted Calantha's help starting a new line of clothing. She decided to take the offer and moved to New York with her mother and daughter.

After visiting the Minotaur, Calantha's mother, who had been sick for quite a while, passed away. Calantha became more determined than ever to make sure her daughter had a happy childhood. She amassed a decent amount of money from all her hard work and used it to open a successful clothing boutique. For the first time in her life, everything was going perfectly. Unfortunately, that all came to an end when she lost her life in a tragic accident.

Taura's Story

Taura was born in Greece, where she was raised by her mother and grandmother. When she was a few years old, they moved to New York. Her mother had no way to contact Taura's father and let him know of her existence, but Taura was able to meet her grandfather, the Minotaur, for the first time and he grew rather fond of her. She brought out a side of him that most others didn't see. Her grandmother, receiving her final wish of having her family reunited one last time, passed away a few days later.

When she was five, Taura started being able to heal small wounds, such as cuts and scrapes. However, she found herself unable to save her mother, who died in a car crash caused by a drunk driver. She survived the crash with minor injuries and was taken in by her grandfather. Despite his brutal nature, he had a soft spot for young Taura. He taught her how to fight, and when her horns started growing in, he helped her understand her heritage. Although, she wasn't able to learn much, because a few years later, her grandfather was sent back to Tartarus after battling Percy Jackson.

Afterwards, Taura lived on her own. She was careful not to be seen by others unless she needed to go to the market for something. She always wore a hat in public and stayed away from anything that smelled dangerous. Taura also managed to learn quite a bit of English, but she's still not completely fluent.

Everything was okay until Taura found a strange archway labeled Camp Half-Blood as she was wandering around in the woods. She attempted to go through it, but was unable to, due to her monster heritage. She has since become fascinated with the archway and has returned to it every night for the past week.*

*This backstory only references everything Taura has been through up to the start of this blog and does not include events that may have happened in any threads since then. Overall, this character bio is just to get a sense of who Taura is, but I fully expect her to grow and evolve over the course of roleplaying.

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[worldevoured]

JOSEPHINE MONTILYET  B. 9:13 DRAGON || COMPANION

STATISTICS

FULL NAME Josephine Cherette Montilyet.

DATE OF BIRTH 9:13 Dragon.

PLACE OF BIRTH Somewhere between Cumberland and Val Chevin.

RACE Human.

GENDER Cisgender woman.

PRONOUNS She/her/hers.

SEXUALITY Bisexual.

NATIONALITY Antivan.

RELIGION Andrastian.

POSITIVE TRAITS Charming, graceful, intuitive, vivacious.

NEGATIVE TRAITS Conventional, indulgent, opportunistic, repentant.

PHOBIAS None.

MENTAL HEALTH Healthy.

AFFILIATION Montilyet family, Inquisition.

TITLE Lady, Ambassador of the Inquisition.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

CLASS Rogue.

SPECIALIZATION Bard.

WEAPON Dual blades.

COMPANION STATS

Josephine is not available as a companion, and does not engage in combat.

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY Yves Montilyet ( father ), Amalia Montilyet ( mother ), Laurien Montilyet ( brother ), Antoine Montilyet ( brother ), Yvette Montilyet ( sister ), Michel Montilyet ( brother ).

WANTED SHIPS Josephine/Inquisitor, Josephine/Blackwall, Josephine/

NOTES

ON THE INQUISITOR If the Inquisitor is involved in a romantic relationship with Josephine and goes behind her back to steal the contract on her family from the House of Repose, Josephine will be extremely frustrated with the Inquisitor for not trusting her to handle things herself. She is very independent, and doesn’t appreciate being treated as though she cannot manage her own family and life. 

[holylights]

SAM WINCHESTER B. 2 MAY 1982 || HUNTER

STATISTICS

FULL NAME Samuel William Winchester.

SIGNS Taurus sun, Virgo moon, Cancer rising.

PLACE OF BIRTH Lawrence, KS.

GENDER Cisgender man.

PRONOUNS He/him/his.

SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

NATIONALITY American.

RELIGION Christian, non-denominational.

POSITIVE TRAITS Empathetic, independent, honorable, thoughtful.

NEGATIVE TRAITS Guilty, obsessive, reactive, vengeful.

PHOBIAS Coulrophibia.

MENTAL HEALTH PTSD, poorly managed.

AFFILIATION “Team Free Will.”

SKILLS & ABILITIES

OCCUPATION Hunter.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES English, intermediate skill in Latin, intermediate skill in Spanish, intermediate skill in American Sign Language, writing fluency in Enochian.

HUNTING SKILLS Combat with bladed weapons, hand-to-hand combat, high pain tolerance, marksmanship, strategy and tactics, survival.

PSYCHIC SKILLS Precognition, clairsentience, telekinesis, physical strength, exorcism, pain infliction, demon killing.

OTHER SKILLS High intelligence, leadership, research.

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY John Winchester ( father, deceased ); Mary Campbell ( mother, deceased ); Dean Winchester ( brother, conditionally deceased ).

COMPANIONS Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle.

WANTED SHIPS Sam/Jessica, Sam/Ruby, Sam/Bela. 

NOTES

ON CANON I actually haven’t seen much past season five, and am in the process now of finishing season six. For me, the first five seasons of the show are an excellent, contained narrative; as such, while it’s possible that I will catch up, especially with the series ending, my default is typically to only write Sam through season five canon. I haven’t decided if I want to write Sam being resurrected or not.

ON CHARACTERIZATION I tend to prefer Sam’s characterization in seasons one through five. Sam is not particularly healthy, has a very strict code and feels immense guilt when he is unable to live up to that code, and has a tendency to throw all of that out the window when it comes to Dean.

ON RELATIONSHIPS My primary ship for Sam is with Ruby. My interpretation is that the two did have genuine feelings for one another, and that Ruby betrayed the brothers only after extensive torture, and in the genuine belief that she was saving Sam. Their relationship is messy, complicated, unhealthy, and codependent, and this is a major element of who Sam becomes. All Sam x Ruby content will be appropriately trigger tagged.

ON SAM & DEAN The relationship between the brothers is deeply unhealthy, extremely codependent, and wildly troubled. I will not ship Sam with his brother sexually or romantically. Please don’t ask about it.