#[[ I'm always so happy to talk about my OCs! ]]

[marclef]

yoooooo it's the new year!!! and to start things off with a bang i'm here with something that's absolutely insane to me!!

i'm. honestly blown away right now you guys. as somebody who literally only started posting my art on here in August this is. just unreal to me.

i know i get kinda sappy and sentimental here sometimes but, legitimately thank you all so much!!! the last few months have been so insane and i can't believe how many kind and awesome people i've met thanks to my silly art. you guys deserve so much love and support and i literally can't thank you enough 👍❤👍

so.... here's my special treat for all of you as thanks! i'm.... not that good at coming up with special stuff to do so guess what?? i'm stealing the same idea that literally everyone else has been doing!!! take that!!!!

it's a Draw This In Your Style thingy!!!! you don't have to of course, it's just something silly i decided to try. make sure to @ me or reblog this post if you do though ❤❤❤

it's the sillies 😊🤗☺

happy new year to y'all though!!! i'm gonna be taking things pretty chill for the first few days to give myself a break. don't worry, i've got some special stuff planned for this year though 😉

take care!!! love you all and i hope you all have a good new year!!!

[merilles]

medwed, by my dear friend @/roadkillled! she looks full of love and wonder, thank you 🥺💛

[ardate]

Hey! Would love to hear some of the latest things you've developed about Greenport!

I'm pleased with myself so here's a sneak peek of the Encyclopedia I've been building on the Greenport Roleplay Server:

I actually started this project ages ago but I finally started working on it again a couple days ago and now almost all of the articles are written!! It's all giving details on the universe and how it works, explaining the different planes, the cities and their aesthetics, giving precise history for angels and demons...

The only articles I have left are some of the species at the bottom and then I'll be able to turn it visible for everyone there heheh :]

This is probably different than the kind of answer you expected but I'm happy with my progress on that thing so take it bGHJGBB

[tashas-cauldron-of-magic-soup]

Wait, what would happen if Angel and Kazimir met? (I don't remember seeing any post like that but I could have perfectly forgotten lmao)

I don't think I've ever posted about this before, so you're all good! 😝

I think Angel and Kaz would honestly be very very good friends, perhaps even lovers. Angel is chaotic good while Kaz straddles neutral-chaotic good, so they have similar moral backbones all things considered. So there really wouldn't be any butting of heads there.

Angel is admittedly more forward and willing to be abrasive than Kaz, but that's really nothing he wouldn't be equipped to work with. In my Curse of Strahd campaign where I play Kaz, he's in a party with some very big personalities and still just does fine around them. He just does a lot of the talking to keep them from getting killed outright (rough when you have a 10 charisma). Kaz is frank, but not abrasive unless you really get under his skin.

Meanwhile, Angel would find Kaz's confidence to move throughout the surface world as a drow incredibly admirable. Angel is immensely proud of being tiefling, but he's used to knowing many tieflings who aren't and feel ashamed when people act prejudiced towards them. Being a surface drow is rather similar, so to see this drow that is so full of goodness never let a racist comment get him down is just instant friendship material. Angel would be 1000% in Kaz's corner to put assholes in their place, and vice versa.

And the reason I say they could feasibly carry on a romantic relationship is I do think they'd have some mutual attraction to each other. Angel loves a little hero like Kaz, and Kaz is fascinated by Angel's air of sensuality. So, possible boyfriends.

[archduke-enver-gortash]

posting on here is like my sisyphean boulder i'm constantly rolling tbh

[ex-textura]

Any headcanons for Ciaran's time in the cult(s)?

and/or

How has Ciaran changed now that he has his freedom? 💜

SO MANY. So many. You know there's gonna be a cut, you know me. It's been a while and there be rambling ahead.

Also uh...Canon typical durge grossness ahead.

The Ciaran from before (before Orin's attack, before the worm) was such a different person. It took some time for Sceleritas to break him down when the urge had first awakened and he fought then much as he fought after waking on the nautiloid but little Ciaran didn't have friends and loved ones who supported him to keep him fighting like this new Ciaran did. He'd already killed them all. So eventually he broke down to the dreams and the horrors and once the fighting stopped and the walls came down a whole new monster was born.

Ciaran Finch (he named himself that. Can't remember the name his adoptive parents used so long ago. Dark Little Songbird, for the way he made his victims sing) loved the cult, he loved the murder, he loved the blood and the screams and the power. He loved the way people cowered at his feet and the way they prayed to him, for power, for forgiveness, for death.

He was also a flirt, but in the worst ways. He knew what he looked like, was in fact incredibly vain, knew he could take what he wanted but he found pleasure in letting people think they had a choice (if they said yes, he'd sleep with them then kill them. If they said no...the reverse). He was...truly awful.

Sometimes Bhaal's hold on him would weaken and he'd find himself scared, or feeling compassion. Once or twice he'd let someone go without hurting them and could never understand why. Of course he'd be punished for it after and Scleritas would have to scold him and set him back on the 'right path', but those instances were rare.

He was sleeping with Gortash. He liked to dominate the little tyrant. He'd hurt him and laugh when he came back for more. He didn't love him, but he was interested in him and that was the closest anyone had ever gotten. So he kept him around.

Scleritas came to him about 60 years ago. It only took a couple of years to really break him. He'd been fully indoctrinated ever since. There were a great many years of brutal murder in between meeting Scleritas and meeting the tadpole gang.

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Ciaran now... is different. Not just from the monster he was, but even from the broken man he'd become. He's almost childlike now, in his wonder, and the way he's exploring his world as though he'd never seen it before. He sleeps. He sleeps SO MUCH. And he snores. And drools. Any opportunity he can get to curl up somewhere soft, he does. If it's with his head on Gale's lap, all the better. He's started drinking with the others now, too. He'd held off on anything that might put him to sleep or impair his ability to fight the voice but once it was gone and he was free from the burden, he's let himself loose. He doesn't drink much, certainly not to excess, but he also has next to no tolerance anymore so it doesn't take much to give him that warm, giddy feeling.

He finds he likes wine, but he prefers the lighter varieties. Ale makes him gassy, and disturbs his sleep so he avoids that.

He talks more, now. His chattiness from his old days is starting to come back to him but now rather than boasting and taunting he just...rambles. He makes dorky jokes that only he laughs awkwardly at. He gives compliments freely and hugs openly. He's still shy though, its all so new. So when he catches himself going on a tangent he blushes and shuts himself up, or deflects to take the focus off himself (still doesn't like being the center of attention. That's something he hasn't gotten back from his old days and probably never will).

Mostly, though, I think the biggest change is...he's happy. Sure the world might be ending and it's still his fault and it's still his responsibility to fix it but Gale is there, their rift mended. He's got his best friends at his side. People love him and he loves them. They have a dog and a cat and an owlbear and a HAMSTER! And his dreams are sweet. and his heart is full. He's just. Happy.

[countlessrealities]

Tell us about your favorite relationships of your OCs!

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

I'll make a little list (and try not to write a poem for each of them xD), so it will be tidier!

Mercenary Rick & Vampire Rick ( @mcltiples ) ~ Where to start with these two? Maybe from the fact that, thanks to Rin, not only I got to write this particular OC, but also to develop him and his mentality...and how it shifts when faced with a reality that's much crazier than the one he had only theorised up to one point. I had initially created Mercenary Rick with a specific plotline in mind (which btw I never got to write), but I'm so glad to have had the chance to make him into something more than a character in one story. And I've also discovered that he is much more fun to write than I had thought! His dynamic with Vampire Rick is hilarious and touching at the same time. On one hand, these two appear so very different on the surface and get into tons of misunderstandings, not to mention that they have a few recurring gags that never get old. On the other, however, the truth is that they are more similar than they realise. They could easily understand each other's pain and regrets, maybe even help each other heal...if they weren't so stubborn and emotionally constipated -facepalm-

AR & E-Rick ( @mcltiples again ) ~ Honestly, I had expected these two to butt heads a lot. Instead, not only they became fast friends (despite how AR has embarrassed E-Rick in front of the whole Citadel during their first meeting), but they also ended up dating each other, somehow. They are absolutely adorable (E-Rick especially), and also kind of wholesome. AR tends to lower his masks down a bit around E-Rick and shows a more caring, tender side that's rarely seen under any other circumstances. On the other hand, however, they are both keeping secrets and hiding the darkest sides of themselves from each other. I'm looking forward to see how their relationship will be affected when all that shit comes to the surface. It could either break them up or tie them closer. It's more likely that the second thing will happen, but I'm anticipating plenty of delicious angst before they get there!

SR & E-Rick ( @mcltiples again 2.0) ~ Another very fun dynamic Rick and I developed, always involving her E-Rick, is his friendships with SR. They met through AR (of course) and it turns out that they are so very similar, much more than Rin and I had realised at first. They both have a soft spot for Mortys, they both are extremely diligent when it comes to their job, they both have well defined but flexible morals and they both can be really dramatic. Not to mention how easy to fluster they both are xD Honestly, they are more than friends, or at least are starting to be. I can see them becoming queerplatonic partners down the road. They are very affectionate with each other, verbally and physically, and really emotionally close. They've actually kissed a couple of times and have some sort of attraction thing ongoing, but absolutely no form of romance...and they wouldn't want it any different.

AR & Slick Morty ( @slickmcrty ) ~ One of the core concepts on which I had initially created AR's character is that he absolutely doesn't want to be assigned Morty. His guilt over his Beth's death has led him to alienate everyone in his life, because deep down he is convinced that he will eventually get them killed too. Considering how Mortys tend to be treated by plenty of Ricks and considering how dangerous his job can be, he had always refused to keep the ones who get assigned to him. Enter Slick, the way Ally writes him. He's been through a lot of Rick-related trauma and he has gained this reputation as a jinx because all his previous Ricks have either died or got rid of him after he had almost killed them. AR is his last chance. So, despite his rule, AR keeps him, while he tries to find someone he can paw him off to...but in the end that never happens. They have a very fun dynamic, where AR is pretty much the "cool uncle" or the "prankster older brother". He'll tease Slick and mess with him to the point the poor kid could die of embarrassment, but at the same time he's fiercely protective of him. And he got attached, even if he wouldn't admit it easily. Slick has also started to work on his past traumas and find some self-esteem and happiness, which I find absolutely heart-warming.

SR & Bishop ( @technodromes ) ~ These two are another ship I didn't see coming xD I thought since the start that they would make a great pair of friends, since their work ethics are very much alike, and so is their willingness to break the rules for the right reason (or for the sake of a few, specific people). Also, their lack of social skills makes them naturally comfortable with each other, because they understand each other's difficulties when it comes to this sort of thing. But damn, never I would have thought that they could have so much romantic chemistry! It was a good surprise and, even if Saby and I have just started exploring that side of their relationship, I already love them. They are cute and wholesome and hilarious too. Two grown men (well, fully developed brain in Bishop's case, I guess) and they act like teenagers at their first crush xD I wasn't really planning on giving SR a love interest, 'cause he kinda gave up on that sort of things after his divorce, but I guess Bishop changed both my and his mind.

SR & F-289 Morty ( @shwiftymedley ) ~ This is another work-in-progress dynamic, but I'm already really enjoying it. These two are such an unlikely pair, forced to bond out of necessity, and yet they find out that they can enjoy each other's company a lot. It's a little unsettling at first, especially for SR, because they are very much far from their idea of how a Rick/Morty is supposed to be, but that's also why they find each other's company pleasant. Finding SR a work partner was one of the things I've always wanted to do with him (it's even in his bio) and I think that F-289 could make a great pick for that role!

AR & SR ~ Last but not least, let me talk about a relationship between my two OCs xD Idk if it fits the ask, but AR and SR's friendship is super important for both their characters. SR basically saved AR's life and he is the first person AR has allowed close to him since his Beth's death. Not to mention that he is the only one to know the real extent of AR's mental illness. Similarly, AR is the first person in a long time SR feels like he can be himself with. He might get teased a lot, but he can let loose with his best friend as he has never done before. Their dynamic is really funny because they are opposites in a lot of things (starting from their chosen careers) and their personalities clash a lot too, and yet they are thicker than thieves. Neither can imagine his life without the other by now. Fun fact, I had developed them individually until one day I decided that SR could be the Rick who rescues AR after he arrives on the Citadel...and they have been inseparable since then.

[elektroyu]

Tell us more about your OCs! What is Inra's storyline about?

Good question! So far I haven't worked out a lot of things about him, but most of his storyline is about coming to terms with and accepting himself. Being a yavomur (= shapeshifters; their society as a whole very much looks down upon them for being sneaky, untrustworthy peepers and spies) makes him feel unwanted and worthless, so he needs to learn to accept what he is and that yavomur aren't any less just for being born like that. He needs to learn that this doesn't define him as a person nor, just on its own, affects his worth as a person. He also needs to come to terms with the consequences of his actions and simply own that some of them were mistakes (in the case of his involvement in the main Mura's Voice story).

Since not too many kevokhar (winged people) are left in this world it's hard to find people that view yavomur in a better light, especially in the (limited) circles he moves in, so meeting Sann in the human world gives him a great deal of initial relief and a chance to seriously rethink how he views himself and what he wants out of life.

[claitea]

pokemon bw release date and i have to wake up at 5am to go to uni. personally i think i should have a day off on this very important occasion

[redxxstrings]

I might’ve asked this before but: give us the deepest lore on Jiho and Ephie! 👀

AAAAA MY BELOVEDS

so, for background context (necessary to truly Get Them)—

ephie is a demon. specifically a demon with daddy issues who ran away from home because her father (and subsequently, her home life) was extremely suffocating and overbearing to the point of being toxic. she spent the majority of her life being kept under his thumb and on a very short leash (as well as being constantly berated for her fascination with humans), so at the first chance she got, she booked it and ran away to the human world. but for as reckless and immature as she can be, she's not an idiot, and knows full well that one slip up could mean her death — or worse, being sent back home to her definitely pissed father. so she spends all her time drifting from one village to the next; being friendly with people, but not too friendly; never letting anyone get more than an arm's length away from her. it's lonely, but she pretends it isn't. because if it is, then what does that mean for her? all this was for nothing?

jiho, on the other hand, is a human that has been marked as a demon for as long as he can remember. he was born with an incredibly rare and power that allows him to heighten all of his preexisting abilities far beyond their mortal capabilities — but at the same time, the longer he uses said ability, the more inhuman he becomes. in both personality and in appearance, he becomes more animalistic and feral in a way that mirrors the demons that have been at odds with humans for centuries and that are currently trying to eradicate humans entirely. it doesn't help, either, that when he gets to that point, he loses control of himself and his actions and will take to ripping whatever (and whoever) he can get his hands on to shreds, so the first time the people of the village he was born into witnessed it, they shunned him and called him a demon. a monster. to people who were once his friends, to his parents and family, to anyone he came across thus after, that was all he was — a monster and nothing more. and it's lonely, but he pretends it isn't. because even if it is, what can he really do about it?

in the present, though, jiho works with kaguya (who isn't fully relevant to this, but is still integral enough to be mentioned) as an elite duo that get sent out to exterminate any stray demons that come to the surface. it was when they had gotten report of a "demon wreaking havoc in a small village outside the capital" that they met ephie, who was doing the farthest thing from "wreaking havoc" that you could imagine — she was cowering. just curled up behind some house while the actual people of the village had taken up hunting her down before jiho and kaguya arrived.

it was that that stuck out to him first — it stuck out to both of them, but far more so with jiho, because... that was him. at one point in time, he was in her exact position — scared and shaking and alone and being hunted down for doing nothing but existing. he had never hesitated killing a demon before, but this time he did, if only because something about it felt wrong. he couldn't bring himself to slaughter this girl who was crying and staring up at him like he was her last lifeline — not when doing so felt like doing the same thing to his younger self. so he didn't. and for her own reasons, kaguya couldn't, either. so, they lied and said they did, and then defected to take her into hiding with them.

so now jiho (and kaguya as well) is stuck with this demon that he was supposed to kill who does nothing but talk his ear off and annoy him because she thinks it's funny. he claims he hates it — even says directly to her face that she's irritating — but he doesn't, really. deep down, he likes that she isn't afraid of him — most everyone is, and the only other person who isn't (kaguya) doesn't actually like him all that much. he's never had someone like him — someone who wants to talk to him; someone who wants to touch him; someone who wants to actually be near him. even if he finds it annoying how ephie will hang off him at any moment, and how she never seems to shut up, and how she's managed to find every last button of his to press to piss him off — he doesn't regret sparing her. he doesn't regret saving her.

and though she doesn't fully act like it, ephie is immensely indebted to him — to both of them, but especially jiho, who was the only person to not look at her like a monster and instead like herself. if it wasn't for him, she'd be dead — or worse — by now. if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be able to travel around freely now. if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be so happy now. if it wasn't for him, she'd still be alone — so utterly alone that it ate at her alive.

they're fiercely protective of each other — the kind of protective where they'd rip someone's throat out with their teeth if they needed to. no one is allowed to harm a hair on her head, or jiho would tear their hand off; if anyone says anything bad about him, ephie would burn their tongue out of their mouth. ephie is the only one who's seen jiho at his worst and wasn't afraid — the only one who looked his monster in the face and still saw him as him. jiho is the only one who's ever treated ephie with care — not at something to be controlled or destroyed or hurt, but something important and special and worth protecting.

ephie loves him, and he loves her, too. and jiho won't admit it, but they're inseparable — whether it be when they're awake or asleep, they're always next to each other; always together.

always, always, always.

[toasteaa]

The desire to yell about my ocs once they have a face/concept but vs my insecurity about my art and people assuming that that's what the final design will look like when the piece is just a wip

[breezypunk]

tell me about your ocs, please...i love learning lore i love info love cyberpunk...i simply beg

I don't think I've ever had someone beg to learn about my OC's. I'm flattered :P

(This is the part where I forget everything about my oc's) xD

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Vaughn, my main squeeze & most treasured blorbo has been with me from almost the beginning. I made 3 male oc's before Vaughn fell into my lap. All three had pretty similar faces, but all were very different in personality and lifepath.

Vaughn came during like.. playthrough 5? LOL. I created him and it felt just right. I even named him! Which was crazy, cos I'd never done that before, and I just knew he was gonna be very important to me.

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So some main points are that he's a nomad. Not born into it, but adopted into it at 2 years old.

He grew up tomboy until his early teens when he came out as trans, but told very few. He always had masculine features and many thought he was a boy from the jump, but when he came out and people found out, there was mixed reactions. It was one of the biggest reasons he left the clan.

He moved to Night City shortly after this and inherited some street kid roots. He hung around Lizzie's bar a lot and was even a bartender there for a time being, also while being homeless. He even had a fling with Susie Q ;p (They are still friends).

He hated everything corpo until he met Goro who showed him that not all of it was terrible, but most of it was, which is why Vaughn tore Goro away from it all and took him into the Aldecaldos. (where they lived happily ever after).

Vaughn used to hate long hair, when he tried growing it out once before in his late teens and didn't like the hair getting in his face when the wind blew, and the wind was always freaking blowing. So he kept it short, until his late twenties when he let it grow out accidently and realized he really liked it. So did everyone else, especially Goro (lots to pull on -cough-).

His best friend is Panam, that is his found sister. They do everything together. Well.. her, Vaughn & Goro do everything together. They are like the 3 musketeers. Nothing could pull them apart, they'd die for each other.

Vaughn hates sweets, specifically cake after a bad experience with it. He likes certain hard candies.. jolly ranchers are his favorite, but he hates any desert foods.

He's bisexual, but leans more towards men. He tells people he's gay, cos once he and Goro became a couple he realized he'd most likely never go back to women ever again, or any other men tbh.

His last fling with a woman was Meredith Stout. And he will tell you straight up.. "That shit was so good." xD

He's one of the most caring, empathetic, loving, and friendliest mercs you will ever come across. He will do anything for anyone, and is known to a lot of people as a teddy bear cos of how loving he is. His hugs are addicting, and he gives amazing advice to those who ask, and it's why so many are lucky to have him around. With all he's been through, the fact he still puts others first is why people love him so much. He thinks it's the bare minimum and everyone should show compassion and kindness, even though lots don't show it. But he'll fill that gap and do it all on his own, people need it. :)

[ruby-static]

Just out of curiosity, which OCs do you have tons of lore on?

Ohhh man where do I even start-

First of all, I have an entire cast of ocs for my webcomic project @hellonearth-comic. I haven't been able to work on it nearly as much as I'd like since starting it, but I have so many OCs for it with so much lore buzzing around in my head I'm desperate to share-

The whole story is set in a world where the earth is plagued by demonic imps after an event called "The Spill of Hell" (or otherwise known as "The Hellpocalypse"), and 2 years later a 19 year old video game streamer named Milo reunites with their lost uncle who has been trapped in the demon world for most of their life. Their family has a long history in demon hunting, so they end up starting up a demon extermination business called "Demon B. Gone"!

Along the way they find a lot of things, like a scientist who they found hiding out in their car while the evil lab he worked for was being destroyed, Milo's friends who formed a rock band, demonic rebellion and espionage. The usual shit.

For more fandom-oriented OCs, I have a ton of lore bouncing around my head for my Ducktales OCs like Mira and Bolt. I have an ask blog for them called @science-and-sorcery-dt based around their story, but I haven't been able to update that much either. (Despite how much I love these OCs and their lore 😭) I'm on break from college, so I'm currently working on starting it up again!

Either way, I just love Mira, Bolt, and the fucked up "fairy tale" prophecy they have to put up with and I'd kill to make more art/story content about them!

Another that comes to mind is my Owl House dude, Raven Leucosia. I have a ton of lore for the dude, his life, his "people" (the village of Sirens his family led), and the forbidden "lost coven" that has been in his family for generations. I love this weirdo fish dude, and his story is so fun-

And there's a ton more! I don't nearly have enough time and motivation to make all the content I want, but all these characters I make plague my brain and I love them-

[emeiandstuff]

Do you have any OCs? feel free to talk about them if you do

What was the first piece of media you engaged with on the internet? Are you still interested in it?

What's something you made or did that you're proud of?

What's something that made you smile this month?

This is so nice whAT thank u.........

you have activated my OC card, gonna try and keep this on the shorter side kjhdsfkj

Do you have any OCs? feel free to talk about them if you do

I do have OCs! I mostly post about them in my art blog, but my main four are here, all from bugsnax:

In their current order: Emilette Gruntklunk, Frankley Baffletap, Creetus Stingypatch and Aliara Witgoal! Starting off with Frankley though, let's go!

Frankley's an anxious tall grump who's far too kind for their own good. Invited by who they thought were their friend, they joined a gang and wound up robbing, committing theft of several kinds, becoming more and more dependent on the group... until chaos finally struck among the gang, and in the spur of the moment, Frankley had to run away, everyone else falling behind bars. With nowhere to go, they find themself on their way to help in Snaktooth Island... which is where their main story takes place! They find a tiny little creature they decide to take care of, and try and teach the meaning of friendship and care. If only the little bug wasn't so filled with rage, their task could have a chance of success.

Emilette, the pink and small one there, is a grumpy ex accountant with a pessimistic outlook in life. She's harsh and blunt towards others, but this has pushed her to rely only on herself. One day, after suddenly quitting at her job, she decides to start anew and join the expedition on Snaktooth Island. Whether this is an attempt at genuinely making new friends or a way to escape from all her issues... well, it might be both, even if the former is a concept that's grown far too strange from her.

Creetus, green and grumpy-looking. He's the oldest of 7 siblings. Adopted when he was 8, he grew in a bit of a competitive environment, though a good one, and later on pursued a career as a chef. It hasn't been going as well as he would like due to how the business tends to be, and when he heard of Snaktooth Island he realized his chance at success could be found there. It's sad that the bugsnax cannot be cooked, but he refuses to give up; he's too stubborn to, or perhaps too desperate to make his family proud.

And then we have Aliara! The grinning grape over there. Out of my main ones, she's the only one who doesn't stumble upon the island... but he does have other connections to it. She works for an organization that keeps an eye on the creatures that live there and whoever happens to try and make their home there. It's a job she found when she was far too young; or rather, the job found her when she escaped her home after a tragedy she used as a chance to run. Dark sense of humor to go along with her grim tasks as what you'd basically call a hit man. She lives the day to day, trying to enjoy life as she can with her nihilistic nature, as well as keeping an eye from very afar on those few she estranged herself from, one of them—one who's already been introduced here—who she later finds out did make it into that accursed island...

And that's the gist of it! I could go on and on for hours about them and all the other characters I have for their respective stories, but that's gonna be long and I should move on to the other questions dskjfhsdkf

What was the first piece of media you engaged with on the internet? Are you still interested in it?

If we go aaaAAALL the way back... idk man, neopets probably? kjhdsakak maybe

but more consciously of it, actively participating, it was Ouran High School Host Club, then straight up skipped to Vocaloid and that took over for years. OHSHC still remains in my heart forever, but I'm not into it anymore (though Haruhi my beloved I will always love u). Vocaloid is the kind of media you go "Yeah, I liked them, but I'm not into them" and explode the second you find out news about it anyway. So in a way, I guess I still am? It's always fun to find out what's been going on, but I don't actively listen to anything Vocaloid anymore

What's something you made or did that you're proud of?

My art, honestly. But deeper than that, the stories I've managed to create with my OCs. I've never fully told a story—at least not in one single space, just blurbs thrown around at friends that fulfilled the stories themselves—but I'm proud of what I've been able to create.

However, that means it's nothing I can show here, so check out one of the latest drawings I'm pretty proud of! The background was just to accompany so it's a pretty quick one, but it inspired me to make the colors work pretty nicely!

What's something that made you smile this month?

My friends. It's been a rough month—and year as a whole—but although I don't express it much, they always seem to just. make me smile; simply by being themselves, by talking to me and showing interest in what I have to say. I'm not someone to talk much about myself in general, so seeing anyone direct themselves my way and just... talk to me? It always wows me. Thank you for considering me, thank you for letting me into your lives, thank you for being you, thank you for existing, thank you for being.

The other day I was having a rough time and a friend noticed and approached me. It meant the world to me. idk if he'll read this but ty bro ur the best <3

And since I am dumb and I'm getting sappy here's a meme that made me laugh this month:

[i-cant-sing]

Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:

Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.

But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.

I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.

You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.

By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.

Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:

Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)

Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)

I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam

What do you guys think?

Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)

[softspiderling]

so obsessed with your ex | r.c.

summary: “Hey,” you smiled at her, alarmingly genuine. “Rebecca, right?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded, your eyes warm. “We haven’t met. I’m-”

“I know who you are,” Rebecca interrupted you, her cheeks warming when she realized what she was alluding to. You exchanged a discreet look with Sarah and Rebecca willed the ground to open up and swallow her with the way the conversation was going.

OR If Rebecca had known that her obsession with you would lead to you and Rafe getting back together, she would've done a whole lot different.

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader / Rafe Cameron x OC

warnings: during most of this fic, Rafe is dating someone else. Sorry, it's part of the plot, but they don't do a lot of couple-y things, if that's any consolation! Rebecca is kind of delulu (actually, she is very delulu), but i'm hoping that most of you can relate to it, NO cheating!

word count: 4,1k

author's note: something very different, i'm aware, but i was like a woman cursed when i listened to olivia rodrigo's song sorry and this was what i envisioned. I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!!!! Also, I want to @ my loveys @rafesmuse and @rafetopia bc ily guys, thanks for the support and my wife @ghostofwriting mwah mwah mwah, happy reading!!!

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Rebecca had always felt secure in her relationship with Rafe.

Until she found out about you.

It all started when she was looking for a hair tie, knowing she had left a couple of them in Rafe’s bedroom whenever she stayed over.

“Baby, have you seen my hair ties? I swear I could’ve sworn I put them in the bedside drawer…” Rebecca muttered to herself, pulling open the drawers, rummaging through them. She froze when brushed a pack of condoms aside to reveal a picture she had never seen before. Rafe was talking to her from the bathroom, but Rebecca couldn’t hear a thing as she picked up the picture, looking at it with a funny feeling.

The picture looked like it was taken mid-conversation as you and Rafe were standing closely together, having eyes for no one but each other. Even thought you were barely touching, it felt weirdly intimate. More intimate than a close friend. And Rebecca had seen you around Kildare before, but you never had made an active move to talk to Rafe when they were at a party, so if you were friends, he definitely would’ve introduced her to you, right?

“Bex, hey. Did you find one?”

“What?”

Flustered, Rebecca looked up from the picture, her cheeks red and Rafe raised an eyebrow at her, a hair tie on his open palm.

“I asked if you found a hair tie. I put them in the bathroom,” he said, rounding the bed to hand it to her. “What d’ya got there?”

“Oh, just a picture I found,” Rebecca said quickly, taking the hair tie out of his hand, moving to put the picture back in the drawer, but Rafe was quicker, snatching it out of her grip with a laugh.

“Are we starting to lie each other now?”

Rebecca watched him closely as he took a look at the picture, pressing her lips together as he paused, taking it in.

“That’s-” she broke off, clearing her throat, before she said your name. “… Right?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Rafe frowned, before he lifted his head to look at her. Rebecca couldn’t quite decipher the look on his face. She had never seen him like this before.

“I didn’t know you dated her,” she said, nonchalantly, hoping he would deny it. But Rafe only shrugged, glancing at the picture one more time before he put it back in the drawer, shutting it close.

“We broke up before you came on the island, how were you supposed to know?”

Rafe pressed a kiss to her temple, but Rebecca was still fixated on the picture, staring at where she knew it laid inside the drawer.

“Are you ready? Top’s gonna come pick us up in a few.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rebecca replied, distracted. “Uh, you can go downstairs, I’ll be down asap.”

“A’ight.”

Rebecca smiled at him, waiting until he left the room, before she slid open the drawer again, reaching for the picture to stare at it, her thumb rubbing circles into the corner, wondering who was still printing pictures in this day and age. She wasn’t sure how long she was standing there, jumping when she heard Rafe yelling for her.

“Bex, Top is here!”

“Coming!” Rebecca called back and without thinking, she slipped the picture into her purse before heading downstairs.

To say that Rebecca grew infatuated with you after finding that picture was an understatement. She was obsessed.

Okay, maybe not obsessed, that had a weird tone to it. Fixated.

She was pretty fixated on you.

Rebecca immediately had followed you on instagram when she got home later that night. Scrolling through your profile, she noticed that while you weren’t following Rafe and vice versa, you still followed all of his friends and his family. Rafe’s younger sister Wheezie seemed to be a constant in your life still, judging by her comments under all of your pictures. Apparently you were still well-liked by his family friends, and Rebecca started to wonder why you and Rafe broke up. But it wasn’t like she could ask Rafe why you broke up, right?

“What?” Topper stared at her, as if Rebecca had just asked him to give her 1k. His look made her nervous though, and she glanced over her shoulder, making sure that Rafe was still out of earshot.

“You’re his best friend,” she stated, albeit unnecessarily. “You have to know.”

Topper rubbed his jaw, like he was conflicted, which Rebecca really didn’t understand. What was the big deal? She had intentionally waited until Topper was a little tipsy, and now she was wondering if that was a mistake, since he seemed strangely paranoid.

“You’re his girlfriend. Shouldn’t you be asking him that question?”

“I don’t want to stir up trouble! Why can’t you just tell me?” Rebecca raised her voice, her cheeks flushing when she realized that people were starting to stare, so she burrowed deeper into the couch, waiting until everyone went back to their business. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked this at a party.

“It was a mutual break up,” Topper then answered, speaking slowly like every single word was gravel in his mouth. “Rafe never really told me why, but they just disappeared out of each other’s lives from one day to the next, as if they haven’t been dating for the last four years. But she never said anything bad about him in the aftermath… Neither did he.”

That just created more questions than it answered, but before Rebecca could get her thoughts sorted to prod Topper again, Rafe returned, his shoulders lose.

“Your drink,” he said, handing Rebecca a cup, settling down on the couch next to her, throwing his arm over the back. He hadn’t even been sitting for a minute, when Topper got to his feet, muttering something about finding the pong table for a game.

“What’s with him?”

Rebecca only shrugged, choosing to sip on her drink instead of giving an answer, her mind still reeling from the information she got from Topper. The more she learned about you, the more she was intrigued and filled with questions, that she felt like would never be answered.

“You good?”

Rebecca barely lifted her head from the window she was leaning it, her reaction a little slow. She had been… Drinking a little more than she liked. Every time she wanted to ask Rafe about you, she stopped herself and went for another drink, and that process had repeated itself over and over again until Rafe cut her off, deciding to take her home. Rebecca was more than tipsy, her inhibitions slightly out of control.

“Fine,” she replied with a little sigh, rubbing her temple. She could feel Rafe’s eyes on her and she could feel her resolve crumbling. “Why did you guys break up?”

The car swerved off the road for a second, making Rebecca grab onto the arm rest to keep steady while Rafe cursed.

“The fuck?” he said, glancing over at her with a frown. “Where the hell did that come from?”

Rebecca exhaled deeply through her lips before she looked over to him, her brows furrowed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Topper told me you were dating for four years, Rafe. Four years! But he couldn’t even tell me why. Isn’t he your best friend? He should know that, right?”

Rafe stared at her, as if trying to gauge her reaction. Rebecca hadn’t even noticed that he had pulled the car to the side, the motor long off.

“Is this like a test or somethin’?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “No. I’m just genuinely curious. She seems-”

Nice? Super pretty? Like his perfect match?

She didn’t finish her sentence.

“What?” Rafe muttered under his breath, and Rebecca only scoffed in annoyance.

“Whatever,” she huffed, leaning her head against the window again. “Just forget it.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Rafe just sitting there, turning the ring on his finger, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“We got into a lot of fights near the end,” he started, his tone defeated. “She’s pretty headstrong, likes being right. I like sticking to my opinion… It wasn’t healthy anymore, so we both knew that something had to change, even though I still…. There was still love.”

Rafe stopped, but Rebecca held herself back with saying anything, wanting to soak up every bit of information he was willing to give her.

“We figured a clean cut would be best for both of us, have no contact. Give us a chance to start fresh, see new people.”

Rebecca could tell that he was holding something back, probably something along the line of how he was struggling with the no contact rule, but didn’t want to seem like he was still holding onto you.

“She’s really pretty,” she only said.

“Yeah.”

Do you still love her?

Rebecca was glad that she was still able to hold herself back enough to not ask that. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t like the answer that much.

“Thanks for telling me.”

“Yeah. You done throwing tantrums?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes with a small smile and settled back into her seat while Rafe started the car to continue their way home. Most girlfriends would probably feel angry that their boyfriend seemed to be so sentimental still when it came to their ex, but all that Rebecca could think about was how you clearly were someone he held dearly, and that she wished to be that reach that point soon.

And when she was about fall asleep after they got home to his place, she wondered how often you had fallen asleep on her side of Rafe’s bed like this. She thought finding out more about your relationship with Rafe, she would stop obsessing you.

But she didn’t.

She kept it to herself, however, not mentioning you again after that one talk in the car she had with Rafe.

Rafe, who had been lighter ever since he talked about you, ever since she pushed him to talk about, which showed her that it was the right thing to do. Her fixation on you helped her relationship with Rafe and to her, that justified the amount of times she was checking out your social media, but Rafe wouldn’t understand. She admired you. Honestly, Rebecca felt like she could become pretty good friends with you, but what excuse did she have to talk to you besides dating your ex boyfriend? Worst case, she’d curse you out, best case she’d give you a fake smile. No thank you. Rebecca would much rather stick to admiring you from afar.

… Which was the reason why she was so nervous, when she met you for the first time. In her defense, this was the last place she had expected to see you. The place being Kelce’s house.

It was his birthday, and to celebrate it, he decided to throw a huge rager at his house. While Rebecca did arrive with Rafe, they quickly separated, with Rafe trying to find Kelce - this was his birthday after all - and her going to see her friends. After about two hours, and Rafe not replying to her texts, Rebecca started to walk around to see if she could find him. Which was easier said than done, the house was packed. When it took her nearly half an hour to get through the kitchen, Rebecca almost gave up until she saw Sarah sitting in the corner of the couch talking to someone.

“Sarah!”

Although Rebecca wasn’t the closest with her, she was about the only person she knew right now, and she could use a familiar face. Slipping between a kissing couple, she made her way straight to the couch, touching Sarah’s shoulder gingerly.

“Hey, I’m so glad I saw you. Have you seen Rafe anywhere? He hasn’t been answering his texts and I-”

Rebecca trailed off when she noticed Sarah glancing to her friend, only to realize that it was you who Sarah had been sitting with, and her words get stuck in her throat.

Oh.

“Hey,” you smiled at her, alarmingly genuine. “Rebecca, right?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded, your eyes warm. “We haven’t met. I’m-”

“I know who you are,” Rebecca interrupted you, her cheeks warming when she realized what she was alluding to. You exchanged a discreet look with Sarah and Rebecca willed the ground to open up and swallow her with the way the conversation was going.

“They’re probably in the basement,” you offered, maybe as some sort of olive branch. “Kelce likes to hide away down there to play pool during his parties.”

“Oh yeah yeah, Rafe probably doesn’t even have any bars down there,” Sarah chimed in.

“Right, okay, thanks,” Rebecca said, awkwardly. She stood behind the couch like a deer in headlights. You must have noticed, because you grabbed Sarah’s arm, scooting back on the couch to make more space.

“You can join us, if you want.”

“… Really?” Rebecca asked skeptically, not quite sure if the invitation was genuine or not.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

Hesitantly, she sat down next to Sarah, trying to get comfortable but she was far too aware of your presence, placing her purse in her lap.

“So have you already settled into Kildare?”

Your eyes were inquisitive and Rebecca was trying to see if there was any sign of malice or distrust in them, but all she could see was genuine interest.

“I mean, I guess so… Life down here is pretty chill. Like it’s its own world…?” Rebecca winces at her own words. “Sorry, that’s stupid.”

“No, no!” You insisted, waving your hands at her quickly. “I know exactly what you mean. We went to Charleston once to tour the college campus there and it was like we were on another planet, remember Sar?”

Sarah’s eyes widened and she nodded quickly, slapping your arm in excitement. It looked like it hurt, but by the way you were laughing, Rebecca assumed it was a regular thing. She wouldn’t know, she barely ever spent over twenty minutes with Rafe’s sister.

“Remember when we were auditing that one sociology class and Rafe fell asleep during the lecture?”

“Oh my god, yes. Because he and Top were playing that stupid video game that came out two days earlier all night long.”

You and Sarah giggled as you reminisced about the past, like two best friends and Rebecca grew envious of your friendship, wondering if she was ever going to have that kind of relationship with Sarah, though you did have running start with building a friendship with her outside of being Rafe’s girlfriend. Or ex, rather. Rebecca started rummaging in her bag, acting like she was looking for something, doing anything to seem less excluded, really.

Your laughter subsided and you smiled at Rebecca, stilling her hands in her purse when she realized the attention was back on her.

“How is Rafe?”

“Oh you know him,” Rebecca replied, a little less nervous now that she was talking about a topic where she wouldn’t feel left out, taking her purse off her lap, placing it on the couch between her and Sarah. “The usual. He’s more focused on keeping up the company than ever, been away a lot.”

You nodded, tucking your hair back, and for a second, you looked incredibly sad. Rebecca wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, because a second later, you were smiling again.

“I’m really glad he has you,” you then said, completely surprising Rebecca. “I think you’re really good for him. Rafe has been really hard on himself, taking everything a little too seriously, and I think you’re really balancing it all out.”

Rebecca’s eyebrows have almost disappeared into her hairline by now, she was so shell-shocked she didn’t even notice Sarah clinking herself out of the conversation, crossing her arms as she sat back.

“Isn’t it weird for you?”

“You mean because he’s my ex and you’re his new girlfriend?” You smiled wryly at her. “I guess it’s a little weird. But it’s not like there’s any bad blood between Rafe and I… In the end, I just want him to be happy, and it seems like you’re making him happy.”

Ducking her head, Rebecca hoped that it was dark enough to conceal her red cheeks. To her, this felt like an insanely gracious statement and suddenly, Rebecca felt validated for obsessing over you so much. You were great and she wasn’t being parasocial.

“I- Thank you. That really means a lot.”

“Of course, don’t worry about it,” you said with a smile, glancing at Sarah when she tugged on the ends of your hair gently. “What, do you want to leave?”

“I promised John B I’d meet him on the beach at sunrise.”

“Fine,” you sighed, you and Sarah standing up. Rebecca stayed seated, though she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that the conversation was cut short.

“It was really nice to talk to, Rebecca. Don’t be a stranger, alright?”

Rebecca waved good bye to you and Sarah, watching as you left with Sarah whispering into your ear insistently. She sat there by herself for a while, replaying the conversation in her head, before she realized she was being weird. Clearing her throat, Rebecca grabbed her purse, that still sat open next to her, her smile dropping when she saw that the picture she had snuck from Rafe’s drawer was peaking out of it.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself, pushing the picture deeper into her purse, before looking up into the crowd, wondering if you had seen it, and if you did, what you thought of her.

“Do you want to do something today?”

After discovering the picture had been sitting in the open like that, Rebecca started worrying if she just ruined her impression you had of her. But seriously, how stupid could she be? She completely forgot that the picture was in that purse. Rebecca had spent the remaining time at the party worrying what you thought of her.

“Like what?”

Rebecca rolled over in bed, looking up at Rafe as he got dressed. It was late in the morning, but still early enough for her to be tired after getting back from Kelce’s so late.

“I don’t know, something fun.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, his face disappearing momentarily while he put his shirt on.

“I have a meeting with Mr. Harris this afternoon and I’m meeting Dennis for an early lunch.”

“But it’s Sunday,” Rebecca pointed out, sitting up, a frown on her face.

“Work is work, no matter what kind of day it is.”

“Sorry, I just thought it’d be nice to do something fun for once,” she said, knowing she would spent the entire day worrying about what you thought of her if she wasn’t distracted, not noticing how Rafe was looking at her through the mirror.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, his brows furrowed. “You never cared about that before.” Rafe paused, realization washing over his face. “You talked to-” His voice cracked, and Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him.

“… You talked to her, didn’t you?”

Rebecca could hear the accusatory tone in his voice and she leaned against the headboard, drawing her legs close.

“I did, at the party last night… She said she’s happy that you have me, that she was worried about how you work too much.”

Rafe was quiet for a while and Rebecca could feel a knot forming in her stomach. She couldn’t have two people be mad at her.

“That’s what she said?”

Nodding quickly, Rebecca smiled at him brightly. “Yeah. She was really nice. I like her.”

He let out a quiet huff, followed by a headshake, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Alright. Maybe I can cut my lunch meeting short and we can do something after,” Rafe relented, and Rebecca looked up at him in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you later, alright?”

With a wave, Rafe left the bedroom, and Rebecca laid back down, letting out a happy sigh. Everything is working out in her favor!

A couple of hours later, Rebecca was standing in front of her closet, scanning the different clothes that hung in there, trying to decide on what to wear. She wasn’t sure what Rafe had planned, so she didn’t want to be completely inappropriately dressed. Letting out a annoyed sigh, Rebecca picked up her phone to text her friend for some fashion advice, stilling when she saw the new notification.

“Oh my god.”

You followed her back on insta! You must have not seen the picture after all and think she was weird!!!

Rebecca’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, wondering if she should dm you, maybe ask if you wanted to hang out, before she decided against it, putting her phone back on the dresser, face down. She didn’t want to seem to eager, she could wait a week.

Okay, maybe not a week, Rebecca thought, picking out some shorts and a red top, but a few days at least.

When she was all done, Rebecca grabbed the keys to her car, making her way over to Rafe’s place after he said he was done. It was a beautiful day out and she was so excited to see what he had planned for their date. Parking her car behind Rafe’s truck, she got out, heading inside.

“Baby, it’s me!” she called, shutting the door behind her. She didn’t have to wait long, until she could Rafe coming down the stairs, a box in his hand.

“What’s that?”

Rafe looked at her, his face unreadable.

“… What’s wrong?”

He let out a sigh, before stopping in front of her, and as Rebecca looked into the box, she realized it was full of her stuff.

“We need to talk,” he said, and her jaw dropped.

“What?”

“I just don’t think I’m in this relationship as I thought I was, and I don’t want to string you along, Bex,” Rafe explained, pushing the box into her arms. She just accepted the box, too shocked to do anything else.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. You did the opposite, actually. Helped me see what I was really feeling. And I thought I’d get this over with, before anyone else gets hurt,” Rafe told her. “You understand, right?”

She only blinked at him, nodding dumbly.

A grin grew on Rafe’s face, and he stuffed his hands in his pocket. “Great. I knew you would understand.”

With an arm on her back, he lead Rebecca outside, and she just let him, moving on autopilot.

“I’ll see you around Bex,” he said, standing in the doorway, his hand on the door. “Don’t be a stranger.”

With those words, Rafe shut the door in her face, and Rebecca just blinked, still not having processed the situation.

“And he said he doesn’t want to string you along?”

“Yes.”

The words were muffled.

Rebecca was facedown in her pillow, hoping to die of embarassment, even if Jane was her best friend in Kildare. It had taken her a week to recuperate before she could tell her friends what happened, mostly because she still wasn’t sure what had happened.

“Are you okay?”

She lifted her head, giving Jane a look.

“I just don’t understand why he broke up with me.”

Jane waved her off, picking up her phone. “Oh don’t worry about it, I’m sure he’ll come crawling back tom- Never mind.”

“What?”

Having stopped mid-sentence, Jane was staring at her phone, eyebrows raised so high and Rebecca groaned, taking the phone out of her hand.

“You can’t just stop talking in the middle of the-”

Her eyes widened when she saw what had rendered Jane speechless: Sarah had posted an instagram story, a picture of a couple walking hand in hand in front of her. It was dark and a little blurry, but Rebecca could tell exactly who it was: You and Rafe.

“He’s such an asshole!” Jane screeched, snatching her phone out of Rebecca’s hand. “Let’s egg his house!”

Rebecca only snorted, rubbing her hands over her face with a groan. “J, no. Believe it or not, but I feel like this one’s on me.”

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author's note: tell me what you think :)