#'it sounds like music' bro i'm going to walk into the sea

[funscarypdr]

laudna: *multilayered telepathic voice of eldritch horrors* imogen: “i missed that <3”

i’m being SO normal about them actually

[tokiohotel-luvr]

Love you like me - Tom kaulitz

So I randomly got the idea to write a smut about 2010 Tom inspired by this song. I’d recommend listening to the song if you decided to read

Pairing- Dom!Tom x female oc

Warnings- Dom!Tom, car sex, hair pulling, fingering, slight choking, slight angst, degradation, praise, p n v, name calling (slut, whore, good girl) cheating on tom, and I think that’s everything

And this is obviously 18+ so MDNI!!!

Tom’s POV-

My eyes flutter open at the sound of my phone ringing, I sit up rubbing the sleep from my eyes as my girlfriend’s contact fills the screen. She never calls this late at night. I shoot up answering the call bringing the phone to my ear

“Hello, Val, are you okay?” i ask, concern filling me

“I’m sorry, i'm so sorry” she sobs

It's evident she's been drinking all night, the way music drums in the background, her words slurring together as she stutters out an apology.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” a million questions threaten to fall out of my mouth. I stand up placing the call on speaker as i pull my clothes on, that’s when i hear a faint male voice fill my room.

“Tom, I fucked up and there’s no taking it back” she slurs sounding even more distraught.

I whip my head facing the phone once more as I grab my phone, any concern that I previously felt replaced with anger.

“Who the fuck are you with?” I shout, rushing downstairs slipping my shoes on as i grab my keys, her desperate pleas for me to forgive her filling my ears

“Val where the fuck are you” i fire another question her way despite her dodging every one prior. I get in the car as she ends the call.

“Fuck” i shout slamming my hands against the wheel, i pull up her location and begin to drive, my jaw clenches as the sound of the guys voice begins to fill my thoughts giving me a headache.

I pull up outside the house, multicolored lights shining from the windows as people empty the contents of the stomachs onto the lawn i cringe before entering, the overbearing smell of sweat, weed and alcohol filling my nose, i push and shove through the sea of bodies trying to find val, the music amplifying the ever-growing headache. I stop when I finally see her. My eyes rake up her body as I take in her disheveled appearance, sweat lining her hairline, her dress hiked up her legs as her hands clutch the guy in front of her. I grit my teeth, any hope of this being a misunderstanding diminishes immediately. I walk over before grabbing her off of him, she spins around her eyes meeting mine.

Valerie’s POV -

I move my hips in time to the deafening music, as i try and forget about what i had done moments ago, i close my eyes as i run my hands up and down the strangers body, wishing it was Tom, but i had to go and fuck up a perfectly good relationship. I’m brought back to reality as I feel someone pull me off his body, I spin around my eyes meeting a familiar set of brown ones, it takes a second to register alcohol still very prominent in my bloodstream. I bite my lip, guilt flooding me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!” Tom shouts, his eyes burning holes into me.

The man i was dancing with now decides to step in

“I think you should calm down bro”

I wince at his attempt to soothe the conflict, I wait anxiously for Tom’s reply.

“And I think you should fuck off before i break your fucking hands” Tom says his demeanour now eerily calm.

The guy's eyes widen at the threat before he retreats in a random direction. I muster up some courage to meet Tom's eyes again, the brown in his eyes masked by his pupil as anger courses through him. He turns around keeping ahold of my arm, as we file through the bodies, i can’t help but acknowledge the growing ache between my legs, i know its wrong, i shouldnt be turned on by his fury but i cant help it, the way his jaw clenches everytime he catches a glimpse of me, the way his fingers flex, making sure he doesnt lose me in the crowd has me weak in the knees, we finally make it to the exit, the cold air hitting me like a brick, sobering me up and the severity of the situation hits me and i feel sick to my stomach, i fucking cheated on him, the man i promised i loved with my whole heart for a lousy fuck, but i dont have time to question my actions because he pulls me into the back of the car with him.

“I gave everything to you, and this is what you turn around and do?” He spits vehemently.

“I’m sorry im so fucking sorry Tom” I blub tears threatening to fall again.

“Tell me, did he have all that you wanted for you to go and break your promise?” Tom taunts, the answer already known as he moves closer.

He places his hand against my flushed face, his rings burning into my flesh, his thumbs running against my plump bottom lip, pulling down and releasing watching as it recoils back into place. He moves even closer placing a kiss on my jaw, i hum in approval, tilting my head allowing him more access, he litters a few my kisses along my neck surely leaving marks before he pulls back to whisper in my ear

“I wanna know, does he fuck you like i did” his hot breath coating my skin in goosebumps. I whine shaking my head

“No, no-one can fuck me like you” i say desperate for him to do more, as i feel the ache between my legs grow impossibly more.

“Are you sure? Because I will happily leave you to go and find him” he questions his hands now rubbing up and down my exposed thighs. I shuddered, grinding against the leather seat, wanting to feel even the smallest amount of pleasure. Tom spots this recognising my arousal he looks back at me, quirking his eyebrow at my desperation.

“Or have you finally realized he won't touch you like me?” his head dips back down to my neck, licking a strip from my collarbone to the top of my neck.

“Please Tom” i whimper

“Please what?” He asks wanting to draw more out of me

“Please- fuck just touch me” i beg as i try to pull him closer

He pushes his hand further up my thigh as he reaches my soaked core. I buck against him.

“You’re such a fucking slut for me hmm”

I nod rapidly bucking against his once more as he traces faint circles against my clit, my eyes rolls as i let out a sinful moan when i feel him pull my soaked panties to the side pushing two of his slender fingers inside of me curling them rubbing them perfectly against my g-spot.

“Did it feel this good when he did it?” Tom asks speeding up his actions, his palm now hitting my clit in perfect harmony, my eyes threatening to roll again the knot in my stomach growing rapidly, whines falling from my mouth relentlessly

“Fucking answer me” he snarls

“No- fuck no one can make me feel as good as you can” i moan as my toes curl, as i feel my climax near rapidly.

“Fuck Tom, im gonna-” a moan cuts me off as my legs begin to shake my whole body trembling in pleasure.

“Cum for me, show me how good i make you feel”

That's all it takes my orgasm hitting my like a train, as white floods my vision and my back arching my chest hitting Toms as he nips at my neck he continues his actions for a couple moments more before removing his long digits from within me before placing them in my mouth.

“Suck”

I stare into his eyes as i run my tongue over his fingers cringing slightly at the taste i pull back with a slight pop before his hand finds my throat squeezing slightly, and for the first time this night my lips finally meet his, our tongues swirling against each others, any emotion we were unable to convey now coming to life, fury evident in his every action as he dominates the kiss, he pulls away, lips swollen, red and gleaming with a mix of our saliva

He pushes me so I'm flat against the seat before flipping me over onto my stomach pulling my ass against his erection, he groans as he feels my bare core grind against his clothed dick. I look over my shoulder as he strips himself from the waist down, freeing his hard-on, rolling a condom over his length. All i can do is watch in anticipation my thighs clenching involuntarily before he lines up his tip against my sopping entrance and then without any warning he begins to thrust into me and at a inhuman pace, ripping a groan from Toms throat as my walls wrap around him, his tip kissing my cervix causes my head to drop, the sound of our moans and skin colliding filling the car.

“Such a fucking whore f’me” each word punctuated with a hard thrust, his hand wrapping around my hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail lifting my head as his hips piston against mine. I feel my stomach clench in pleasure, my moans growing in volume as he begins to go even harder the grip on my hair sure to leave my scalp tender later but as of right now i'm in paradise

“Im close” i whine

“Come on, be a good girl and cum for me” he grunts as i clench around him, his pace faltering slightly as his own release nears and with one last thrust i come undone my juices soaking his latex covered shaft, causing Tom to finish alongside me his hips stuttering as he fills the condom. He pulls out slowly before dressing himself again. I sit up making myself look somewhat presentable, and turn to face him ready to address the catalyst of this event, but he stands outside the car door moving to say ‘get out’.

“Tom, I'm sorry, we can fix-” I began hoping we might be able to figure this out.

“There’s nothing to fix, goodbye Valerie.” he cuts me off his expression ice cold

My face drops as I take in his words.

“What- well what the fuck was that!” I gesture between us

“That was a gentle reminder that no ones gonna love you like me”

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AHHH! Well I hope you liked it because this took far too long and please excuse any errors I may have missed but yeah 😭

[chuluoyi]

Chu!! Noo it's fine I enjoy talking to youuuu

HAHHA well what can I say? I just love Lukey! Aww hope you'll get a good break soon! When are you taking your 1 week off?

FR Unholy blood is unbeatable 💪🏻💪🏻

OMG SAME but for me it's either I end up liking the guy or hating him... Like for Gojo and Callisto I was like "Omg they're so hot but why are they so full of themselves?!" at first. Then after some time I ended up liking them HAHA- And omg ikr his hair >>>>> It's the side-swept hair that adds on to his looks. AHAAH LIKE Vinter is actually nice and all but he has so little screen time!

Thanks Chu!! Hehe I love beaches! And I have this childish obsession with picking seashells oops- Aww... You don't have to know how to swim to enjoy the beach tho! I don't like beaches cause I want to get tanned or play beach volleyball, it's more of the scenery that draws me in! Plus the sea creatures!

YEAH the leaks broke me... 2 Panels but I miss him sm now...

Yepp! But I'm unsure if I chose the right path... Like my interests are more arty like I love reading, writing, drawing, music, etc. But I chose a business course hahaha. There's no turning back for me too.... LOL A WALKING STICK 😭😭 AHAHH your teacher tho! My secondary school made it mandatory to have skirts at knee-level too... But I didn't change my skirt for the 4 years I was in school so as I grew taller over the years my skirt just naturally went above my knees... My teacher did scold me for that tho, I just didn't care...

FR like bros why don't you guys try putting on makeup bruh. Like y'all judge us girls as if you guys are hot asf... If you guys WERE that hot I wouldn't even complain about you talking shit about us girls... But you aren't so f off.

RIGHT My mum and I couldn't stop laughing omg It's easily one of the best comedy K-drama I've watched! Yeah omg "See you in my 19th life" Webtoon was great but after ep 1 of the drama I stopped cause it was honestly disappointing... "Good day to be a dog" is good tho! Not Shin Hyesun but this and "See you in my 19th life" are by the same webtoon artist!

Oh damn Gojo figurines never fail to impress... Did you see the new one with the skeletons and all? It's the one where he's been sealed and the skeletons just all around him. He's super hot there like I almost wanted to start being a Gojo simp...

I somehow want to go back to school... I've been swamped with housework and miscellaneous stuff that I'm so close to losing my mind... Thinking about New year's makes me want to pull my hair out... And Chinese New year is in Feb too... I'm so doomed for the next few months...

30 isn't that bad! Hahaha I feel you mate... I flunked my end semester test and it pulled my A all the way to C+ AHAHAH my GPA really suffered from that... Eh that 'interesting' doesn't sound too convincing 🥲🥲 How did you survive that class omg Chu ...

Hmmm that makes sense! I'll keep your words in mind. 😭😭It's always the luck.... Our gacha luck sucks too... I think we should avoid taking risks yeah?

HAAHAHAH I just enjoy solving the qns! I prefer math to the rest of the weird stuff I used to take... I had English, Chinese, elementary math, Additional math, Chem, Bio, History, Social studies, Accounting, Literature. It's real disgusting I tell you. Algebra really made my life slightly better in Secondary school... Omg 😭Fr Bio is really not easy I don't get how people get A+ in that like your memory must be crazy good. SO TRUE Chem is complicated at times but if you compare that to bio... sigh...

YAAA Omg I have a soft spot for sea animals (Not snails and worms tho) Especially baby ones like ahhhh they're so cute 😭😭

Nahh it's not my room walls I'm painting... It's my whole living room... Like 4 walls.... I didn't want to do it but my mum forced me to soooo I didn't really have a choice hahah!

Also Merry Christmas!!! I know I'm slightly late but 😭😭 Hope you had a good rest!

-🪩

discoo anoon!!🫶🏻 finally i can sit in front of my laptop!!🥹

i'm taking my break in mid january!! i just have to bc if not then i'll surely go mad with how little i'm taking my leave🤧 like i still have so many leave balance too! lately i've been thinking "why am i so tired"😵‍💫 and when i look at the whopping number of my leave balance, i realize "this is why i'm so miserable i barely take any leave!"🤡

HAHAHAHA same same i didn't use to love gojo the way i do now if you can believe it. but he's so charismatic in the way he presents himself that's why... and HAIR it's so true the hair makes the looks, especially for men🤭

omg me tooo!!! i love finding seashells too! but i hate the way the sand would submerge my feet🤧 it's stupid but i'm afraid of a crab or something will bite my feet off ugh and yeah, so true the scenery is one of the points that make us want to go to the beach too!!

ah... i don't mean to presume but i once felt like that too. i chose engineering as my major, and yet i'm neither that good or bad at it, and neither do i like it (i hate it occasionally)😔 my interests are more in reading and writing too! and obviously i can't go back to restart my major bc my mom would hang me🤧 i once had 0 thoughts as to where and how i should get a job, and yet now i found the best job there is for me, unexpectedly, that's (thank god) not related to engineering at all! i don't think it's easy at first, we'll get lost and even doubt ourselves often, but i believe that by doing the best at what you do, we'll find a way somehow, and it's always the unexpected that's the best <3 <- this is my words of encouragement!! i don't mean to preach or anything bc when i was in that position, i wished someone would say those exact words to me :')

BUT FR I FELT LIKE A WALKING SUSHI ROLL😭😭 thank the gods the teacher don't realize it. but omg that's nice that you're tall! :') i'm short so yeah, i'm still a walking sushi roll

HAHAHAHAHAAH i wish i could say all of that to their faces! i did say some of it to them though, about "you don't get to say that when you're that lousy yourself"🙃 but yeah, in the end, to each their own. it's irritating but we have to protect our peace first🤧

my mom loves her too!🥹 ahahahha oh really?! i put off watching a good day to be a dog bc i heard the ratings aren't that good... maybe i'll watch it then! now i'm watching gyeongseong creature! it's a good watch, kinda like sweet home, a bit dark and sinister but it's park seojoon!👀 and his dramas never fail ehehehe do you watch it too??

I SAW THAT FIGURINE omg that can be preordered now but will be released in 2025? i was like whaaat that long? but yeah, i want to be the skeletons—

OMG SOOO TRUE🤧 new years and our traditions :') now my mom is fussing over stocking food and getting new sheets and tomorrow i'm accompanying her to... stock up more food. and so true about the chinese new year! ahahahha i celebrate it too and it's a bit of a hassle esp with the family questions, but don't worry! we just have to keep our eyes on the prize... the 红包 :3 more pocket money!!😈

i know the feeling! like one mistake and the A... dissolved🤧 it's so disheartening. how did i pass?😦 by sending my prayers and confessing my sins daily basically🤧😵‍💫

yes yes!!

omg you're so smart for that!! and i do agree those are weird stuff HAHAHA literature got me like questioning my phrasing sometimes i was like 🤯 am i dumb bc i’m lazy or am i lazy bc i’m dumb— okay nevermind🫢

SNAILS AND WORMS😭 yes baby seals are like aaaaaa so precious🥲🫶🏻

AHAHAHHA it must have been a good exercise though!!🥹

and ofc merry christmas too disco anon!!🫶🏻✨ and happy holidays too!! wishing you only the best for the upcoming year also! pls keep healthy and don’t forget to take breaks and drink water🫶🏻✨

[amoristt]

Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.

as always, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated1 i check all tags and comments <3

wanna support me for just $3? here's my ko-fi!

The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

[benka79]

Queer Subtext in "The Guest" (Korean Dorama)

Or... how I justed wanted to watch a Gen Supernatural show and ended up falling for it's Beautiful M/M love story.

I don't know if you watch korean doramas, I do. This time I was on Netflix with my husband looking for a supernatural show, after watching a couple of it, and we crashed into "The Guest".

This attempt of analysis of the queer Subtext will have some spoilers so, If you don't want to be spoiled, jus scroll down. But go watch this show. Hahahaha

Disclaimed that, let's go to the East Sea...

Pansexual Flag for CHOI YOON and gay flag for HWA PYOUNG.

First apparition of Father Choi YOON, walking down a dark alley. You will find by his right, against a closed business shutter, Pansexual Flag Colors. What a presentation card for a priest, and is so symbolically beautiful, because philosophically, the spiritual leader should have the ability to love every creature, no matter what. So it applies to the decision of the writers to make Yoon linked to that kind of love.

Then we have Pyung, the medium. This boy is very enthusiastic, but he has surrounding him his grandfather and his best friend asking him, almost continually, to find a girl and get married. The poor medium doesn't answer, and he looks annoyed each time they mention that.

In one opportunity his grandfather asks if there's something wrong with him, and the boy snorts slightly, avoids eye contact and says, frustrated "No, grandpa."

Jumping to another scene... Yoon and Hwa Pyung are in the car, and Pyung's best friend, the shaman, is alone in another car. While they're talking by the phone, we can see behind the shaman the pride flag colors. And now you will ask... Why? Well... There's this part of the dialogue between Pyung and the shaman, in which he asks why he has to be alone in the car and Yoon and Pyung are together in the other car... Ahem... Pyung hungs the phone without answering. And the scene cuts to the shaman, with the pride flag in the background. The shaman frowns confused.

Nothing to add here...

Heart broken

There's two opportunities in which Pyung shows how heartbroken he was... Because of Yoon and how the writers wrote it with romantic subtext.

The first time Pyung faced Park Han, the assamblywoman, Choi YOON got mad and tells the detective he won't work anymore with Hwa Pyung.

Scenes after this, we have a very sad Pyoung in the shaman house, and his friend notices his sadness and asks if he was dumped.

Pyung looks somewhere and he repeats: "Yeah, I was dumped..."

Who just had dumped our cute medium? Well... Our cute priest.

Another scene in which he is in a worst depressed shape, again, in his best friend's house, he mentioned, gloomy, that at least someone is bothering him... Why? What had just happened in this episode? Well, Choi YOON said to him he couldn't trust him.

The shaman, insightful as he was, says that he looks too sad those days. And when Choi YOON goes surprisingly to his house, the shaman asks the priest if Pyung's depression is because he is in love with the detective. Well, kind of. I can't be very specific with the dialogues because I watched it with spanish subtitles. But that was the idea they transmitted.

Always looking when the other is not looking. And the handsome priest...

And remember in the police station when Pyung called Yoon the handsome priest that gives advises to the congregation in front of the cop?

Gif credit @setsmaker

Another huge subtext is Yoon looking at Pyung when he's not looking and Pyung looking at Yoon when he's not looking. Always related to sad things of their last being revealed or called back. And why is this meaningful and it has to be taken as queer Subtext or romantic?

Kang Hil Young is their female detective friend. As a very insightful person, she notices the relationship between these two boys and in the scenes, she's always separated from them but also she's a kind of nexus. Because both boys talk with her, instead of talk with each other, as the stubborn and shy boys in love they're.

All the "stealing glances" scenes are centered between Pyung and Yoon. And less about Hil Young. This is written on propose to show Yoon and Pyung relationship is different to Pyung and Hil Young or Yoon and Hil Young relationships. Because the boys have this aura between them, this romantic tension always around them. That doesn't happen when they're with Him Young.

The precious one, the fight and the "Titanic like" scene.

Pyung will ask Hil Young to save Yoon instead of him. He is determined to give his life in exchange of the priest. He calls Yoon THE PRECIOUS LIFE THAT YOUR MOTHER SAVED, when he asks Hil Young to take care of Yoon. Why would a bro ask to his friend to take care of his bro? Why he didn't ask to this bro to take care of his friend instead? 🤔😜

Pyung always showing up at Yoon's place after a hard day? Why Yoon? Why not Hil Young's place too?

Also the scene of Pyung trying to hide a talisman but at the same time, sliding his hand with it inside of Yoon's pants and Yoon gay panic face yelling: 'What are you doing?' And Pyung insisting in puting that talisman inside Yoon's pants and then failing, frustrated because Yoon discovered it was a tasliman?

Gif set credit @achiara

Priceless... And gay.

The scene of the fight between Yoon and Pyung WAS HELLA DRAMATIC AND FULL OF ROMANTIC SUBTEXT!

First of all, we had that music playing while Yoon tried to force himself to believe Park Il do (the demon) was inside of Pyung, because if he wasn't... That's would mean the demon was possesing Father Yang, that was like a second father to our cute priest.

Second, both friends had UNSHED TEARS in their eyes.

Third: Pyung was too heartbroken to react.

Fourth, the Yoon ended up ON TOP OF HIM WITH HIS HAND ON HIS THROAT, that, my friends, was one of the most hot m/m scenes. They remained like that, not strangling, but just his hand holding his throat. Like... Yeah. Go get a room.

When they thought everything was finished. Pyung was staying in his town and called Hil Young asking her to bring his stuffs from his apartment. To which she replies 'why don't you ask Yoon?' And our shy medium replies "He's too busy."

So, Yoon and Pyung didn't call each other, but they both called Hil Young.

She asks Yoon to be nice with Pyung because PYUNG HAD ASKED HER TO TAKE CARE OF HIM INSTESD OF PYUNG. (Yeah, she confessed that to the priest)

And i suspect she told Yoon about Pyung asking her for his stuffs because the medium considered Yoon was TOO BUSY. Why? Because the scene in which Yoon shows up in Pyung's town to check the people that had been posseses, he calls Pyung.

Our cute medium goes immediately : BUY MEAT, I'M FEELING SICK, STAY TONIGHT TO SLEEP IN MY HOUSE, and what does reply the priest? I'LL THINK ABOUT IT. NOW I HAVE TO GO BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY. And he hangs the phone smirking!!!! Translation?

'I'm too busy because you said I'm too busy to bring your stuffs! I thought you didn't want to see me and now you are too happy to see me!!?? Watch me flirt with you and show you I'm not that easy.

And also, the poor girl is so tired to be the third wheel...

When they said goodbye in the road, Hil Young goes inside the car but Yoon and Pyung were there... Trying to sound cool, and 'You did well's 'Yeah, you top's, like two dorks, while the female friend watched them as if she was saying COME ON!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS? At the end Pyung confessed he was about to give his life in exchange of Yoon's life... And shy priest just goes inside the car.

But everything goes to hell when Park Il Do posseses Pyung and tries to strangle Yoon.

What did our cute medium yell to the demon? 'Don't touch him! Don't you dare to touch him!"

Gif credit @knights-in-whumperland

Okay... Those are not words you would say for a not boyfriend bro.

Then... Scene in the water...

They-fucking-held-hands!!!!

Gif set credit @r-a-n-x-i-e

The scene is so romantic I showed my friend (who didn't watch the show) a gif and she said WTF IS THAT? TITANIC?

Because, yeah, hella gay. They hel hands and then... Pyung reacts and before pushing Yoon's hand to release him to the surface, he rubbed his freaking fingers!!!!!

Not to mention he wss carrying with the rosary the priest left in his hand under the water for one entire year even when he wasn't catholic!!! HE DID IT BECAUSE YOON GAVE IT TO HIM!

To Conclude:

The subtext of a queer love story was magnificencia displayed, but it was more beautiful to see how inncoents, and shy and cute these two were with each other. So if you wanna see a cute m/m love story plus friendship loyalty and action, watch this dorama. I plenty recommend it!

PS: I'm calling this ship PYOON!

Buenos Aires, February 19 2020, 00:15 AM

[queenabstract]

OH MY GOD THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR YOUR PATIENCE!!! I know its been forever since I posted a request and I'm getting to work on all of them. For now...

Here's a Jussy x Cooper request

Poppy, Branch, and the rest of the Snack Pack were on their way towards Vibe City for a get-together party. It was true that the funk trolls could’ve gone to each tribe themselves to pick them up, but the other tribes had assured them that they didn’t need to go through all that trouble. The leaders and small groups from each tribe were going, and the Snack Pack would’ve gotten there sooner if it weren’t for what Branch spotted falling from the sky.

“Guys, wait. What is that?” Branch asked, pointing at the falling figure.

“I can’t tell from here, it’s really far away.” Biggie said.

“Wait, it looks closer than I thoug-”

“OH MY GOD! It’s a troll!” Smidge freaked out. A troll fell down from the sky and landed somewhere in the forest not too far away from them. The Snack Pack raced to find the troll to make sure they weren’t hurt.

“Where did she come from?!” Poppy exclaimed when they found her. “Is she…alive?” Branch checked her over. Mr. Dinkles made a sound.

“Oh yes! You’re right, Mr. Dinkles! I will give her the kiss of life!” Biggie said and started to lean down.

“Wait no!” Satin and Chenille held him back with their hair.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, buddy!” DJ Suki said as she and Fuzzbert tried to push him back.

“Hey guys, relax. She’s breathing.” Branch said. The troll’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, are you okay? You fell from really high up!” Poppy exclaimed.

“Oh, I uh…” The troll looked confused and lost for a moment before snapping back to reality.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m feeling great actually! My name is Jussy.” Jussy held out her hand.

“My name is Queen Poppy.” Poppy said as she shook Jussy’s hand and helped her up. “Also, this is Branch, Biggie, Mr. Dinkles, Guy Diamond, Tiny Diamond, Satin, Chenille, Dj Suki, Legsly, Smidge, and Fuzzbert!” Poppy introduced them all.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all.” Jussy said.

“By the way, we were heading to a party back in Vibe City, wanna come with us?” Poppy asked.

“Uh, yeah!” Jussy nodded.

“Come on, then. Let’s go!” Poppy grabbed Jussy’s hand and started running.

“Guys wait we don’t even-” Everyone else ignored Branch and started running too. “Know where she…came...from nevermind.” Branch rolled his eyes and started to pick up the pace.

Everyone kept running until they came to a river where a raft was waiting for them.

“Well itz bout time you showed up!” Dickory exclaimed.

“Dickory, we’ve only been waitin five minutes.” Hickory smirked.

“Hmph.” Dickory crossed his arms. The group got on the raft and started floating down the river.

“Why the raft?” Jussy asked.

“Well, when we float down the river far enough, the Funk Trolls will be able to pick us up and bubble us up into Vibe City!” Poppy explained.

“They use bubbles to get us into their UFO thing.” DJ Suki said.

“Oh, that’s so cool!” Jussy clapped in excitement. The group chattered for a while until they got to the pick-up point.

“So, Jussy, which tribe are you from?” Poppy asked.

“Tribe? Oh…I’m uh…not from any of the tribes.” Jussy said.

“Really? Okay then, you can be our guest of honor!” Poppy said.

“Cool!” Jussy cheered. The bubbles came down all around them and pulled them up into Vibe City.

~Somewhere in Vibe City~

Cooper was finally done getting ready for the party after putting on his silver rings in his dreadlocks and brushing out his fur and tinsel. His parents had already gone out onto the stage, but his brother was still with him to help him figure out the rings.

“And that’s it!” Prince D said after putting in the last ring. “Looking sharp, Coop!”

“Thanks, D!” Cooper thanked him.

“Now come on, mom and dad are already on stage!” D said and led Cooper to the stage. One of the funk trolls’ instruments had been broken, so the music wasn’t able to start yet. Cooper took this extra time to meet up with his friends.

“Hey, Cooper!” Poppy waved and ran up to him.

“Hi, Poppy!” Cooper ran towards her too. They met in the middle and gave each other a big hug. Everyone else except one joined in on the hug.

“We missed you, Cooper!” Satin exclaimed.

“It’s been a while!” Legsly said.

“Pop village hasn’t been the same without you.” Branch said.

“Nice seein ya again.” Hickory smiled.

“Aw, guys! I missed you too!” Cooper said as they all parted from the big group hug.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Cooper, I want you to meet someone!” Poppy said, jumping up and down. “We met her on our way here! I want you to meet, Jussy!” Everyone moved out of the way so that Cooper could see her.

“Hi!” Jussy waved excitedly. Cooper felt his heart skip a beat as soon as he saw her. She was the most beautiful troll he’d ever seen. A dark blush was forming on his face, he wasn’t sure if his lungs were working right. Even his legs were frozen.

“EARTH TO COOPER!” Branch wildly waved his hands in front of Cooper’s face.

“Wha- huh?” Cooper asked.

“You completely spaced out, you okay bro?” Prince D asked.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine.” Cooper said, the blush fading a little bit.

“Well then, let’s get Partying! Ow! Ow!” Poppy cheered and skipped towards the stage. Cooper turned back to Jussy, barely keeping himself from getting lost in her eyes.

“SO! I-I mean…uh…So…what-where. WHICH tribe are you from?” Cooper asked her.

“I’m not from any tribe.” Jussy said, walking alongside him as they walked towards the stage.

“Oh. S-So you’re like a…solo…troll? Like Smooth Jazz Chaz? I mean not like Smooth Jazz Chaz but like-as in-not his music. I don’t have anything against smooth jazz! I mean…the others probably do. Not that I’m saying it’s a bad music genre! I-I just…” Cooper trailed off when he heard Jussy chuckling.

“Y-Yeah. I’m a solo troll I guess.” Jussy shrugged.

“Cooper! We gotta go come on!” Darnell called him.

“I’m coming! I’ll see you in a bit.” Cooper said.

“Okay, see ya.” Jussy smiled and waved at him as he walked away. Cooper blushed again seeing her smile and accidentally tripped over his own feet. He blushed harder in embarrassment and ran to the stage.

~Later~

Quincy and Essence almost immediately noticed how flustered Cooper was around the new troll. They decided to let Cooper go off stage to hang out with her after Darnell made a comment about it. She seemed nice enough.

“Hey, Cooper! Not singing anymore?” Poppy asked.

“Nope! H-have you seen Jussy anywhere?” Cooper asked, looking around to see if he could spot her himself.

“Yeah. She’s right over there.” Poppy pointed over to where Jussy was getting a drink. “Wait, why do you wanna kno-”

“Thanks Poppy!” Cooper cut her off and started speed-walking towards Jussy.

“What was all that about?” Branch asked as he walked up to her with a drink in each hand and handed her one.

“I don’t know.” Poppy took a small sip of her drink. After a few seconds she gasped and ended up choking a little.

“Woah, are you okay?” Branch asked worriedly.

“Yeah! I’m fine. I just realized it! Cooper has a crush on her!” Poppy squealed.

“Wha- really?” Branch asked.

“Yeah! Isn’t that sweet?” Poppy smiled widely.

“I guess so. But with how he was stuttering and literally tripping over himself earlier, I don’t know how he’s gonna talk to her now.” Branch asked.

“I know what to do!” Poppy’s face lit up and she started running towards the stage.

“Poppy? Poppy! What are you doing?!” Branch called out and chased her.

“H-Hi, Jussy.” Cooper was still a blushing and stuttering mess.

“Hi, Cooper!” Jussy smiled at him excitedly. Cooper was almost starting to wish she would stop so that he could just breath normally. He did his best to get himself together and put together an actual sentence.

“I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself. A-As one of the princes of Funk I want to make sure everyone is having fun.” Cooper said nervously.

Okay, going good so far.

“Yeah, I’m having a lot of fun! I just feel like a bit of a stranger…so it’s a little awkward.” Jussy shrugged and laughed. Cooper himself started feeling a little awkward.

Oh shoot.

“Oh! Looks like Poppy got them to change the music.” Jussy pointed towards the stage. Cooper turned around and spotted Prince D high-fiving Poppy. The music had been changed to a love song.

~with D and Poppy~

“Great idea you two, hopefully Cooper gets the message.” Prince D said.

“No problem, he’s also our friend, we’re happy to help.” Branch nodded.

“I already ship them, I hope this works!” Poppy squealed.

“Cooper is a lot like mom, so even if he was tripping over himself earlier, he’s probably got himself together by now.” Prince D smiled.

~Back with Cooper and Jussy~

Cooper smiled knowingly. He silently thanked them for this chance and held his hand out to Jussy.

“You don’t have to feel like a stranger around me. Wanna dance?” Cooper started blushing again. Jussy was blushing too.

“Absolutely.” Jussy accepted his hand. Cooper did his best to keep his breathing under control despite his quick-beating heart.

Wise men say,

Only fools rush in.

But I can’t help, falling in love with you.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin,

if I can’t help falling in love with you?

Cooper couldn’t relate more to those lyrics right now. He barely met her today and she had him wrapped around her finger.

Like a river flows,

surely to the sea.

Darling, so it goes,

some things are meant to be.

Cooper took a deep breath and spun Jussy around. He gathered up the courage to sing as well.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.” Cooper continued dancing with Jussy and kept spinning her around, making her laugh. “Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are mean to be.” Cooper loved the sound of her laugh. “Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

I can’t help…falling in love with you.

Even after the party was over, Cooper and Jussy promised that they’d meet up again soon. Jussy didn’t think that Cooper would visit the next day.

~The very next morning~

“Hey, Jussy! Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” Poppy shook Jussy awake. Since Jussy didn’t have her own pod, Poppy let Jussy sleep over in her’s.

“Oh, good morning.” Jussy yawned and stretched.

“Get ready I have a friend I want you to meet!” Poppy jumped up and down excitedly.

“Really? I thought I met everyone yesterday.” After the party, Poppy had shown Jussy all over Pop Village and introduced her to almost every troll.

“There’s still one left, I accidentally forgot.” Poppy shrugged.

“Oh, okay. Just give me a minute.” Jussy got up and started getting ready.

A little bit later, Poppy led Jussy to the other side of the village. Jussy noticed that they had walked very well far from any of the pods and it seemed that they were heading out of the village.

“Where exactly is this friend of yours?” Jussy asked.

“Well…she doesn’t exactly consider me a friend.” Poppy shrugged. “But we still talk sometimes. She’s a hunter and a designer. When she was little, she promised to make a special outfit for each and every troll. Satin and Chenille called her out when she learned to make clothes and forgot her promise. She dedicated herself to her goal just to spite them. When she heard about you, she asked me to bring you to her so that she could make you something too.” Poppy explained.

“Oh! Well that’s nice of her.” Jussy smiled. The two kept walking until they reached a tree. Poppy pushed a bush to the side to reveal a small door.

“We’ll have to crouch down to get in, she’s still working on making the doors bigger.” Poppy said. Jussy got on her knees and crawled through. The door led to a small tunnel that was just as small as the door. There wasn’t any light, so she kept blindly going for a few minutes before she suddenly started falling. Jussy let out a scream and kept falling for a few seconds before she landed on a big pile of cotton. Poppy landed next to her, laughing and giggling like a child.

“Poppy! What did I tell you about using that entrance? Its easier to enter through Branch’s bunker.” A voice said.

“But it’s a lot more fun this way! Also, this is Jussy. Jussy, meet Abstract.” Poppy introduced her. Jussy rolled off of the pile of cotton and looked up at the troll that was towering over her intimidatingly. She was a sky-blue troll with pink hair and pink markings on her shoulders and a pink techno troll on her chest. There were pink markings on her ears and freckles that covered most of her face. Abstract stared at Jussy with a glare and leaned down. For a moment, Jussy thought Abstract was about to hurt her, especially with the way she was showing her fangs.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have the best vision. I broke my glasses last week and I can’t find my contacts. I’ll be right back.” Abstract sighed and walked away.

“What…huh?” Jussy turned to Poppy, extremely confused.

“What?” Poppy asked.

“I…she…” Jussy pointed in the direction Abstract had left. Poppy kept staring at her for a few seconds before she understood.

“OOH! You thought she was going to hurt you? No, no, no. She looks different compared to all the other pop trolls, but she’s still one of us. She naturally gives off that scary vibe cause of her eyes, fangs, and hunter instinct. But she never has and never will hurt a troll no matter what. That’s a promise she never forgot.”

“HAH! I FOUND THEM!” Abstract came back running and got a better look at Jussy without glaring at her.

“Okie let’s get a good look at you! Definitely can pull off any color of the rainbow. Green would suit you best though. Butterflies? Yes! Butterflies! I have the perfect materials for you!” Abstract exclaimed as she circled around Jussy.

“I’ll leave you to it!” Poppy smiled and skipped away.

“Come on, I have all my things in another room.” Abstract led Jussy out of the small room. Once they were out, Jussy saw that they were now in a huge room that was filled with different plants. “This is my underground bunker. Its connected to Branch’s by that tunnel.” Abstract pointed towards a tunnel that had a cart sitting in front of the entrance. “We also have a few other backup tunnels incase one collapses. He collects all of his backup food from here, and its also one of the main sources of food for the entire village.” Abstract said.

“Wow! How long have you’ve been doing this?” Jussy asked.

“Ah…since I was around fifteen. I helped Branch build his bunker a long while before I even started making this one. Our brother Cooper was a tiny little troll at the time.” Abstract smiled.

“Cooper is your brother?” Jussy asked.

“Yeah. The three of us had the same adoptive mother.” Abstract stopped for a moment. “We’ve always had each other’s backs from the start. Being the three most different from everyone else…you met him already?” Abstract asked.

“Mhm! Yesterday at the party in Vibe City we danced together and became really good friends.” Jussy blushed a little.

“You both danced togeth-oh…oh…” Abstract suddenly looked annoyed. “So that’s why she brought you up…jeezuz. Follow me. I have all of the things I need in my room.” Abstract picked up the pace. She had Jussy stand in the center of the room on top of a stool. She took a few quick measurements and pulled out green, black, and white fabric. She put a blindfold around Jussy’s eyes.

“Hey! What’s this for?” Jussy exclaimed.

“I don’t like trolls seeing how I make the clothes. It’s kinda like a secret family recipe. Nobody’s allowed to know but me and my brothers.” Abstract explained. “Just try to stay as still as possible.”

~Meanwhile~

“You’re gonna visit her already?” Prince D asked. Smirking at his brother.

“Yes! I am! Plus, it’s not like I’m just visiting her, I’m also visiting my other friends.” Cooper said, digging through his dresser for his hat.

“Mhm. Cause you can’t help, falling in love, with, her.” Prince D sang, teasing Cooper. All that did was earn a glare from his twin. Darnell laughed. “I’m just messing with you. Plus, you don’t have to rush. Its really early in the morning.” Darnell yawned. “Honestly, you should’ve just been waking up right now.” Prince D said.

“Sorry, I’ve always woken up right before the sun rose growing up in Pop Village.” Cooper said.

“But why though?” Darnell asked.

“Ever since the pop trolls took me in, that’s just how its been. Abstract said that Branch always woke up an hour before sunrise to leave the pod and work on his bunker before our adoptive mother could catch him. She got him to sleep a little later and she started waking up early and would have me get up too so that the three of us could work on it together. We tried to adjust to a later sleeping schedule after it was finally done, but we ended up stuck like that.” Cooper laughed.

“Adoptive mother? You never mentioned having one before. You said Abstract raised you and Branch.” Darnell mentioned. Cooper stopped looking for a moment.

“We used to have one. I don’t remember her much…anyways, have you seen my hat anywhere?” Cooper asked. Darnell shook his head.

“Nah, bro. Where’d you see it last.” Darnell asked.

“I don’t remember!” Cooper exclaimed. He kept looking through drawers, under the bed, and everywhere else in his room. But no matter what he moved or shoved around, he couldn’t find his hat. There was a knock on his door.

“Hey, Cooper. Have you seen-oh.” King Quincy noticed his son panicking.

“You lost something too, huh?” Quincy asked.

“I can’t find my hat anywhe-what happened to your cape?” Cooper asked. Quincy was wearing a purple cape with yellow stars instead of his usual golden one.

“I couldn’t find my cape anywhere.” Quincy laughed.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you both.” Queen Essence walked up next to Quincy. I took your hat and your cape to Pop Village. The hat had a rip and the cape had an unremovable stain in it. I asked Abstract for help.”

“You did?” Cooper asked.

“I think Poppy said something about taking Jussy to meet Abstract today.” Darnell mentioned.

“She did!?” Cooper started to worry. Abstract had always been protective of both Cooper and Branch. If Jussy was meeting Abstract today and Poppy told Abstract about his crush on Jussy, he didn’t want there to be an ugly fight. “We gotta get to Pop Village now!” Cooper exclaimed.

~With Jussy and Abstract~

“Eek! That tickles!” Jussy giggled.

“Sorry.” Abstract tried not to laugh. She was putting the finishing touches on the outfit and she had accidentally poked Jussy with the needles a few times, causing her to laugh. When Abstract had started, Jussy felt like a bunch of blankets were thrown on top of her, then they slowly started to wrap around her and started to feel lighter. Abstract finally took off the blindfold.

“I could do better than this, but its still one of my best works yet. What do you think?” Abstract spun Jussy around to face the mirror. She was wearing a short green fairy-like dress with black sleeves that had green butterflies, silver leggings, and a green sparkly silk fabric that was wrapped around her waist and connected to her wrists.

“Woah.” Jussy stared at herself in the mirror.

“Oh! Almost forgot.” Abstract left for a moment and came back with something in her hands. “And there! Done.” Abstract had given Jussy a pair of silver butterfly earrings.

“You do this for everyone?” Jussy asked, surprised.

“Everyone that will let me. It helps me feel connected with the other trolls. Each one has their own unique design that I create on the spot. I have made some other unique pieces that have them come back for another outfit for a party or other special occasion. I’m not as popular as Satin and Chenille, but I have a hella lot more customers.” Abstract beamed proudly.

“You run a shop?” Jussy asked.

“Mhm. You have a crush on Cooper?” Abstract casually changed the subject.

“Maybe.” Jussy blushed. “Wait, why’d you change the subject so suddenly?!” Jussy became flustered.

“Well, he’s my brother. I like to get to know the trolls that possibly want to date him.” Abstract shrugged.

“Uh…I remember Poppy saying you’re a hunter?” Jussy mentioned.

“Mhm. I am. I don’t have much of a choice. I have to hunt down predators for meat.” Abstract smiled, showing off her fangs. “You seem like a nice troll, and I made a promise to protect my village, but when it comes to my brothers, I won’t hesitate to hurt someone to protect them. Ya got that?” Abstract crossed her arms.

“Yes, I understand.” Jussy put her hands up.

“Good. Cooper should be here any minute now. Queen Essence dropped off his hat and King Quincy’s cape after the party yesterday so I could fix them. I assume the real reason Poppy brought you here was to use me to set up another date for you two. Which I don’t mind…but it would’ve been nice if she had actually told me. Anyways, Queen Essence should be here any second. I’ll ask her if she can take you with her to Vibe City so you can see Cooper. Just…no funny business.” Abstract pointed a finger at Jussy as she grabbed the hat and cape and put them on top of a desk.

“Yeah, got it!” Jussy put her hands up again. There was a sudden slam that caused them both to jump.

“Uh…Queen Essence must’ve sent a guard to get them instead?” Abstract asked more than said.

“ABSTRACT WAI-ACK!” Cooper came running in and ended up tripping over his own feet and fell down.

“Cooper!?” Jussy exclaimed.

“Cooper!” Abstract smiled. Cooper rushed himself to get back on his feet and froze when he saw Jussy. “Hey Coop, whatcha doin here?” Abstract asked, she had expecting him to still be in Vibe City. Jussy sighed in relief when she realized he was okay and smiled.

“Hi Cooper!” Jussy waved at him. Cooper was starting to blush again.

“Uh…Coop?” Abstract asked, a little concerned.

“If being super cute is a superpower, this troll has it!” Cooper thought to himself.

He already knew Jussy was the most beautiful troll he ever laid his eyes on, and she somehow looked even more beautiful. The sparkle in her eyes and the way her smile seemed to light up the entire room made Cooper’s heartbeat quicken. Abstract started to realize what was going on. She grabbed the hat and put it on for him and handed him King Quincy’s cape.

“Your mom dropped these off yesterday. Sorry if you turned your room upside down looking for it this morning.” Abstract turned to Jussy. “Hey while you’re here, should may as well take Jussy with you.” Abstract pushed Jussy towards Cooper.

“Oh, uh h-hi Jussy!” Cooper managed to finally find his voice.

“Hi Cooper.” Jussy giggled. Abstract saw the way Cooper melted at the sound of her voice and smirked.

“Damn he’s got it bad.” Abstract muttered to herself. She gave Jussy a little nudge towards the exit. “Why don’t you go ahead and go outside. I need a minute to talk to Cooper.” Abstract said.

“Oh, uh, okay!” Jussy nodded and skipped outside. Abstract waited until she heard the door close and then turned towards Cooper.

“I know that look.” Abstract said to him. Cooper smiled awkwardly and turned away. “As much as I love teasing you sometimes, which is the only reason I made that dress,” Abstract laughed when Cooper gasped and glared at her. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Abstract became serious. “We went through a lot when we were younger. A lot of trolls deceived and tricked us. And even today its easy to mistake a liar as a genuinely kind troll. Jussy seems nice…but I just want you to be careful.” Cooper listened to her and sighed.

“I know you worry, but you gotta believe me, she’s not that kind of troll.” Cooper said.

“You just met her yesterday and I can see that you’ve fallen crazy in love with her.” Abstract pointed out. “Sometimes it ends up with the sweet happy ending, but I’ve witnessed it end with broken hearts firsthand. Are you sure you can trust her even as a friend?” Abstract asked.

“We’ve encountered a lot of bad trolls in the past, but she’s not like any of them.” Cooper smiled and blushed a little bit. “I’m sure, without a doubt, that she’s the one.” Abstract sighed and nodded.

“I just…I want you to be safe. You know I’m just looking out for you, right?” Abstract asked.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just glad you didn’t scare her away.” Cooper chuckled.

“Oh, I was close to doing it. But she’s a lot braver than most pop trolls when it comes to seeing my fangs, or me in general, I’ll give her that.”

“That’s good. By the way, why did you make the dress the way you did?” Cooper glared at her again.

“Whaaaaat? I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s not even one of my best works.” Abstract tried to refrain from smiling. “I just happened to make her sparkle like a star and look like a fairy, so what?”

“YOU MADE HER LOOK LIKE A GODDESS!” Cooper burst. Abstract started laughing. “I’m already barely able to keep myself up and put a sentence together around her, are you trying to make me have a heart attack?!”

“Oh, stop being dramatic and get out there. Woo your goddess and show her how much you love her. Just remember what I said.” Abstract gave Cooper a shove.

“Yeah, I got it.” Cooper said and ran outside to find Jussy. Abstract waited a few minutes until he was gone to go outside as well and found Poppy waiting for her.

“Proud of yourself?” Abstract asked.

“Yes!” Poppy squealed as she watched Cooper and Jussy walking and talking to each other. At least, Jussy was doing most of the talking. Cooper was a blushing mess. Any troll could see how deeply in love he was with her at this point.

“You could’ve just asked me to help set up a date between them instead of tricking me into doing it.” Abstract said.

“I didn’t mean to do that. I just wanted you to get to know her since Cooper has a crush on her-”

“Head over heels, deeply in love with her you mean?” Abstract asked.

“Yes…I didn’t know Cooper was going to show up.”

“But you were counting on it, weren’t you?”

“…Maybe.”

“Just let me know when they start planning the wedding so I can help with her dress. I might have my doubts, but I have a feeling that they aren’t separating any time soon.” Abstract said. Her ear started twitching. She could literally hear Cooper reciting poems to Jussy now.

“Well someone found their courage fast.”

@jade-green-butterfly

Once again I am so sorry for making you wait so long for this. I got major writer's block while writing since I'm not used to writing OC x character requests. I hope you don't mind me inserting my own OC into this. It was the only way I could find a break through my writer's block. Also, here's an offer if your interested.

I'm working on a Trolls AU and this is how I pictured you in it. The wings not only are actually working wings for flying, they're extra armour for the back. Jussy most likely wouldn't come in until extremely late in the story, but if you're interested, let me know!

Here's a lil extra fanart

I was teaching myself how to use my different colored pencils while coloring these so some of the pictures have a weird color. I used filters to fix it as much as I could.

[fxckitup-buttercup]

What about karma with an s/o who smokes pot, idk I'm sorry I couldn't think of a request right off the top of my head 🤕, I'll try to think harder 😓

no no no no!! it’s totally okay!! i’m happy for anything!! 🥺

Karma knew that you liked to smoke pot. He never fully understood what was so good about it but if it made you happy, then he was okay with it. As long as you didn’t go overboard.

You had Karma on speed dial. It was common for you to call Karma when high instead of texting him. Most of the time he would answer pretty quickly while also getting ready to walk to your house. Whenever he couldn’t answer, he made sure to text you as soon as he could.

When he eventually arrived, he walked in and found you laying on the floor, blasting your chill playlist with a bag of some sort of snack laying on your stomach. You had already smoked quite a bit. Karma couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked to him.

He made his way over to you and sat next to you. When you saw him, you gasped and moved the snacks off of you and rolled over onto your stomach. “Karma!” you cooed.

Karma chuckled and moved to lay down. He began to chill with you, listening to the music when you asked him a question. “Bro. Is sand called that ‘cause it’s between sea and land?” You sounded so mystified that he couldn’t help but laugh.

You wanted an answer but he couldn’t even think of a reason as to why sand was called sand. He just listened along as you asked him some random questions.

“Who decided that weed was smokable?”

“If cats pile on top of each other are they- is-is it still considered a ‘dog pile’?”

“How do other people see color? Like is a certain green seen the same?”

“Babe, what if we’re all in some sort of tv show? Like that wack-ass movie, ‘The Truman Show’? Would I be the love interest or would you?”

“What does water taste like?”

That last one had him cackling. “Maybe I should get you some so you find out,” he said, getting up. He ignored your whines for him to come back, getting you a cup of water.

When he comes back, he finds you eating your snack. Like stuffing it into your face kind of eating. He had to take some sort of picture. Karma ends up taking a bunch of photos. He has no idea how many.

Closer to the end of the night, you’ve managed to get him to cuddle with you. Karma doesn’t protest, holding you close to him and resting his head as close to you as possible. “I love you,” he whispered to you, knowing you were close to sleeping. You hummed in response, managing to cuddling closer to him with a smile.

After that moment, he knew that he never wanted to let you go.

sorry if that was a little short! i thought it would be a good ending there 😅

[dyker-farmer]

More bro fic.... angst fodder kind content.

Take that can away if you can

I never see Shane works that don't go all in for romance nor explore the more realistic ugly parts of recovery, and I kind of crave That TM. So let me have at it too with the self-insert whump mumbo jumbo; no romo version.

Set post-8 hearts event- not 10, jesus-, Farmer Uidelsib is two years or so in, full house built and married to Emily. They/them pronouns, same as me.

Diverges from then on, Shane-centric from an outside POV for the most part.

I also put it on Ao3.

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A bitch bastard man and a bitch walk into a room... Chapter 1/2/3/4

"I think we should talk about this."

If the room was stifled before, this just causes the pin to drop, and the relative lull to shatter with it. I don't want a storm, but we can't pretend the sea's a slightly oversized pond if we want him not drowning in it- again, my mind supplies, unhelpful.

He's zoning out again, blurry eyes pointedly off me, preferring the turned-off TV.

Let's start easy. "Why did you come here, Shane?"

"I-I-" It sounds like an excuse building up and it bubbles out like a shaken can, "I don't- I shouldn't have-" he goes to up and leave, and we just can't have that.

I scrape my chair closer and grab his shoulder, same as before. Hopefully it's more placating than caging. "No, you should have. You did good. Seeking out, remember?"

He doesn't answer but stills.

"Like Dr.Campbell and Harvey said." I try again.

"Yeah… Yeah." Deep breathing. "I. Don't know." He searches for my face, not quite past the nose. I nod, ushering him on. "It's. Stupid." I frown and my eyebrow goes higher than before and he immediately doubles down. "I know- positiv' reinforchment and all that shit! But… It's hard." A tired hand wipes the most of moisture off his face, before it goes back to wriggle with the other on his lap. "It's so fuckin' hard. Didn't even last two seasons!-"

I cut him off. "Two seasons is a lot! One and a half too. Last time, you'd tried to go cold turkey on the spot. We know what that got us." Sea foam in the mouth and a shared cold in the early spring, on top of a Joja lawsuit. "Shit's hard, like you said. You lasted one and a half this time. Next time-"

"Why the fuck do you always think there's gonna be a next time."

This time, I still. My laidback demeanor mirror his, but so does the cold anger creeping in and tensing both our backs.

"Because. There is going to be a next time. And another after that. And another. Same way there's been next times before this one now."

What's left unsaid we don't touch.

All irritation floods from him like it's just pointless to keep it in anymore, and his forehead goes to thunk softly against the wooden surface he leaned on before. The table muffles his next words a little.

"I can't… keep doing that." I don't peep. "I can't keep rolling back down and then up and down, and up, and down. I- I just can't, Garcia- Uidel-"

"I'll drag you there." I shrug.

"But you shouldn't have to!" His voice raises and make the boards vibrate where his skin's still pressed. "You shouldn't have to-to fuckin'-" he sniffles, the following words drowned out in held-back sobs. "Fuck damn it, you- I said I- I wouldn't be a burden anymore!"

He's crying out loud now, open sorrow and no walls left. Out of all the things you could stick on the not-so amiable man sulking straight from bed to Jojamart to Stardrop Saloon to bed, you probably wouldn't think of "extreme scare of bothering anyone". Yet it's all here in how he collapses silently in the mattress, wake without a sound, keep his head down the whole time he crosses town, tries to merge himself in the fake-nice blue of the shelves at work, then corners himself right between the chimney and the bar on Emily's side, stuck in-between two sources of warmth that can never touch him unless he swings one way or the other. And he doesn't a lot, still keeping to himself strictly. You probably wouldn't think either of how dreamy he gets, hidden in his alcove but seeing everything from there.

When Harvey nerds out about classical, jazz and electro swing music down the bar to me, trying to catch me up on my fuzzy memories of arts history and the implications of breaking codes in the tempo and the leisure of each instruments; of how each note gets a specific response from the brain if done right, and can make up for caffeine deprivation in miraculous ways, when there are no more chances to push back the dread of midterms season at doctor school.

When Elliott, boisterous and drunk, arm-on-arm with an equally inebriated Leah, calls out to the whole place to hear out his latest soliloquy, and drags on the words too much, but with a voice that carries it well, all flamboyance and no limits, as his hair floats around him in a crown and he reigns over the room like a kind lion- Description all intoxicated words from your chicken man truly, not mine. I always get too caught up in the pendulum of Leah's braid and her crooked smile to quite appreciate his theatrics. But the recital rings clear, and everyone applauds the performance- because hey, you applaud a drunk guy showing off the prowess of not tripping a single word in a ten minutes tirade, but also because it really is that good! Everyone, even Shane, whose hands zipped to under his armpits the moment our eyes crossed and I met his pink cheeks with a clairvoyant smile.

Hey, what can I say. Dude's a sapiosexual. Hence why we'll never and cannot bang. That, and, uh, the being lesbian thing.

But all this is closed off and not for anyone to see behind see-through fogged windows, like those kitchen cabinets, when you can make out the piled plates all resting against the cold surface precariously, bound to crash and shatter the moment you open them.

It took a good wrecking ball of a fake-oblivious polite faced stranger and my incessant, hot pepper poppers-powered pestering, to even just crackles the glass.

The rest was all done out of his own volition. He can't see that because alcohol is a depressant, and guzzling it down leads to blurry concepts made softer always and pretty much lush in brain, and when he's off the thing, and that's rare, he instantly goes from not there to thinking he's everywhere, soiling everything and giving nothing.

His sobbing doesn't relent, and he whimpers issues of "trustworthy sack of shit", "not being worth the fucking shrink's money", "not being worth his aunt's troubles", "not being worth Jas". At some point he goes to grapple with his hair, and tugs brusquely once, then twice, then I have to reach for his wrist to make him stop, which he snatches back as soon as I make contact. But he doesn't grab anything to pull or pinch or punch again, so that's good. I stay on standby beside him, but don't touch him. He rasps more condemnations, struggles to breathe enough through the phlegm spreading in his respiratory system, and I start reenacting the steps to stop a hyperventilation in my head, and the first aid for choking, when he begins to cough violently, his entire frame upset with the movement.

He takes the tissue box i nudge with insistence toward him, and ends up spitting mouthfuls of mucus mixed with some bile in the basin under his feet. Most of it is clear and smells of fruits, not beer, so I'm not too worried. When I go to stabilize him by taking his shoulders, he grasps at my wrists to stop me- but let them stay here, while he clings. The tremors get to me now, and I remind myself that this is good, this is before the cliffs and him finding refuge to burst open, not glassily stare at the weeping clouds as he blabbers on the meaninglessness of his life.

This is… very alive.

I ought to be glad.

I let him come down at his rhythm, counting the pulses of his wrists as I feel mine numb with the blood circulation slowed down under his hold.

When he's back with a mind, I count to three, then let go. His arms flop back down, on his lap and hands dangling between his tighs. He blows his nose again.

"I'm so pathetic…"

"Yeah sure, and I'm a serial prom queen."

Instead of jabbing back and forth, we get interrupted by a soft mewling. Both of us turn to the door, that's opened slightly to let in Eryza, the pitter-patter of her paws on the stone flooring the only sound for a moment…

As we both stare in revulsion at her jaw, a single line of vomit dripping of it.

Shane puts his head down in shame, not even having the strenght to hide further.

"Sorry."

"Nah, 's okay. She's already trash, anyway."

Eryza edges closer and rapidly tour around our legs- going back to Shane's feet twice, her whiskers tickling his exposed ankles. Purring loudly, she completely ignore my chastizing as I threaten to make her diet periwinkle-based to counter-act her literal potty mouth, and she scampers to do who-knows-what in the rooms.

"Your vibes are rancid, do you hear me?? Rancid, girl!" I call after her. "I swear to Yoba, Shane, your aunt might as well have brought me a raccoon."

Turning back to him, I can see the short-lived humor of the situation was, well, short-lived. I sigh.

It's late. We're both tired. Tomorrow is sunday. It's cool. We've got time.

I don't sit back down right away. First, I put a hand down on the nape of his neck, that slides to the top of his scalp, right where he'd tug. My quota, remember?

He sniffles some, a few teardrops make their way to the planks, unheard. We stay like this for a moment.

He doesn't shake me off, but in the slow tandem his body takes, rocking lightly from back to forth, I can tell it's enough, for now.

I sit back down on my chair.

I lean on the hand I'd put in his dark purple strands before, smelling cedar wood and pine trees. I don't assume. My farm has plenty of those to stumble through. And even if he went back to the cliff, another time again. I do that too. With my own cliffs back at not-home, but close. There's a sense, in staring down what couldn't take you.

Like visiting a scene crime that you've narrowly escaped from. And pride too. And the thrill of asking- "what if again? What if this time?"- and okay, I can see why it'd be worrying to have him go there a thrice time on his own late in the evening.

But last time was fine, the one before was made fine, and he might need a bitch for a friend right now, but not a watchdog.

His forehead is back against the table.

Three fingers massage my temple. I don't know how much he'll even remember tomorrow, but it's worth the try, always.

"Shane, dude, look at me." He doesn't.

"Dude."

Still doesn't budge. I knock the wood lightly.

"Yo, punk, my eyes are up here." I joke.

He snorts, or maybe he sniffles, and his chin's now resting on the table, peering through the forgotten drinks to watch me. His hands are hidden, probably still clutching his midsection. If I went on a rollercoaster toasted, I'd probably look the exact same.

"I told you before that you literally couldn't be a burden."

He snorts for sure this time, derisive. I knock wood again. "Don't look away from me when I talk, young man. Rude ass punk."

"Bitch." He throws.

"Bitch bastard man." I send back. "Anyways, as I was saying. If I choose you're my dumb of ass to keep around, that's me, that's my decision. You can't burden me if I choose the hard mode package and roll with it. So stop it. I literally told you before, it's not about you not making efforts or burdening people, it's about people who want to deal with you, out of free will."

"Freaky."

"Oh shut up, you dramatic himbo wannabe."

"A what now?"

"Internet slang. Gotta admit you're closer to a dad bod type, but the energy's here, according to many."

He shuffles, self-conscious. "Y'don't need to remind me…"

"Oh hush you, you're perfectly fine. And Elliott would eat his dumb little lobster and pomegranate toasts off that belly if you'd grow out of your own shell and let him."

He sputters unintelligibly, red as a fecking pepper. Good. Flustered is better than self-depreciating.

But now he's pulled on his hood and the strings all the way out, and resumes to chanting me to fuck off, so that might be a good call for a break.

"I'm gonna change and clean up, you need anything? Do you think you'll go back to the ranch, or stay here for the night?" It's happened before, but you can count them on the fingers of one hand.

A long silence follows and I allow myself a quick look in the mirror. Yeah, we're skipping a shower tonight, but the simple hairbrush will not do. I look like a bird's nest that the birds fought in to know who'd keep the children when bird 2 takes off and bird 1 is left to mourn the empty space that'll never fill up the same again and the good times that won't be- wow, trauma lane much, not now, cowpal. First we buckle up our current rodeo. I walk back to the main room, now pajama-clad.

"I've got the beds for the possible kids up there, don't ask me why Robin put so many there, we're two people in a house, and I can lend you a Tee if you want."

He's anxious, chewing his thumb. "Emily won't mind?"

"She's out, sleeping at Haley's tonight. Girls' night and sisters catching up. It's important for her energy flow and karmic balance. Plus, you know she wouldn't mind, she likes you."

That makes him blush more, covering up the alcohol damage enough. I take note, but don't comment. Things for later. They pile up tonight.

"I- I can't go back to the ranch like this."

"You could. Marnie knows better than act as if you're doing this for fun, now. She'd have to understand. But you don't have to." I reassure him when agitated pupils jump up to me. Let's keep that ongoing panic attack at bay. "Either way, I won't mind."

I sit back. Stretch my arms between us. Catch his worrying hands into mine. Give him a squeeze. Tense appendages don't squeeze back, but don't pull back either. That's half a win. He stops torturing the poor things, and unfold with visible effort, like a crumpled up paper flower put on water. His head shakes, and I can't tell if it's conscious, him speaking with himself or trying to shake off a thought, or just a reflex. He visibly forces his shoulders to relax.

"I'm… not bothering you?" Righteous. Seeking vocal positive reinforcement, like a pro.

"Nope." I pop out the 'p'.

"... I think I'll, uh, stay for tonight."

My hands shoot into the air. "Woo! Sleepover, baby!"

I don't catch his hands curling back on themselves, trying to capture that leftover warmth in the late summer night.

--- to be continued.

[ja-khajay]

I'm kind of a new follower so can u post a short list of them n some details? sorry I'm on mobile so I cant check to see if u have an Oc page

i actually don’t…rip me… heres a Long list

TES OCS :Ma'Jahrann, enthusiastic and bubbly khajiit youth, walks the world on her tiny little legs out of curiosity. Clever little shit like what the khajiit are the best at, but always positive! She will end up a great diplomat one day, working in the highest spheres fo the empire! Until she grows too old for that shit and starts a pirate empire with a monkey wife? But that’s for another story…

Ishma, of full name Tanishmaël, a dad-aged bosmer hermit who would have stayed alone in his remote woods if he hadn’t met a young and lost Jahrann, after rescuing her from a bandit raid. He’s a nasty little man who loves to party and hunt, agrees with Jahrann that hoarding the crowd’s attention rules, would make dick jokes every two minutes if he wasn’t mute. He is covered in tattoos, most of them that he made himself, almost all but one of a great bird of prey with spread wings on his back - he sometimes dissapears into the wilderness on moonlit nights to return covered in scars and blood, he never speaks about it, nor about the tribe he was born in and had to leave

Elaahni, Jahrann’s mother, northern elsweyri dancer of great beauty. She embodies the pride and fierceness of northern khajiit tribes, but so gracious! She knows all about the starts and the gods. She holds a million secrets. Other call is gossip but she knows best how to use them.

Qa'Husar, Jahrann’s father, a gigantic soft khajiit man with a booming laugh, gave Jahrann his zest for life and energy. He loves his family deeply and will gush about them for hours. Dockworker, then owner of a trading post in the borders of the Topal Bay, where he lives with him family

Zan'sien, Jahrann’s older bro. Monk of Mara, loves martial arts, good heart but doesn’t talk much. As fierce as the northerners. He protects the caravn of Elaahni’s sister and I shall stop the family tree here it could go on for ages

Do'Mladkam : former slave born in a Dres plantation in Black Marsh. Alfiq-raht gifted with the art of speech, which he hides. He is extremely strong and used to work as pit fighter to earn a living. He then left the province with his little brother to go live in Senchal, were he takes the lead of one of the cities’ biggest gangs. Cunning, ruthless, his goal is to find and murder the man that owned his mother - and everyone who tries to stop him doing so. The only oc i have on the “evil” side of the alignment chart. (note : his name comes from the dunmeri Molad Kham, “fighting [fang], his old nickname. nobody knows his birth name)

S'regey (from ta'agra zregey, "burnt”) : Do'Mladkam’s younger brother. Ohmes, tall, mistaken for an Altmer by most. He was raised by his brother only, who taught him how to read and write, later on teaching him magic. After being caught stealing books, he was punished by the dunmer and had half of his face burnt as punishement - thus his name. A destruction mage expert, excellent liar, acts as right hand to his brother. Not quite evil. His brother’s plans will fail and kill him, and S'regey will run away to Hammerfell with his companion.

Rezad , my canon vestige! Khajiit poet and dockworker, killed during the ritual. A peace loving, airheaded stereotype of the tumblr artsy gay. He wishes for the war to stop. When it’ll be over, he’ll start a shop and sell instruments he’ll craft. Rezad wants to be a woodworker and hope music will repair broken souls. And one day, he will sail to another continent on a ship with golden sails. Rezad loves the sea, sings to her, and never wants to leave the sound of her waves

Rakkan, my canon Nerevarine : you see garfield? Well he is now a wooping three meters tall and extremely angry and spitefull. Gigantic tiger man. Old grouch. Was arrested for resisting arrest for petty crimes, but it turned out the angry thug may have made a hole in the wall using imperial soldiers and thats mean he’s better in a rock hole with metal bars i guess…….. has terrible impulse control. After getting plucked out of his cell for a bullshit elf prophecy in a bullshit elf land, he decides to flip off God and proceeds to do a terrible job as incarnate just to spite Azura (because he can). But things happen, Nerevar’s memories take over him and he has to kill Dagoth Ur, only being he recon considered him a friend - then takes down the Almsivi for treason and fucks off to Akavir. Not evil. Just had a shit life with a short temper.

Nad, canon dovahkiin (* not a tes oc actually ill come back to that later) : big orc gal with a sweet heart, herbalist, loves children and animals, genuinely wants to help saving the world, she’s buff green and a bit naive, not the brightest but so soft and good did I tell u i love her,;,;,,,,,,, Former Telvanni slave, used for experiments, she broke out and now she’s strong and beastlike. She will end up finding a beautiful nord wife and adopting many kids and dogs in a small house by a waterfall and be happy

NON TES OCS are they even any

(*) Nadalia, the Original Nad™! From the universe of an obscure manga called Tegami Bachi. Former scientific experiment gone wrong, rogue monster lady that walks from town to town to find small jobs to earn a living. I won’t tell more because it’s linkd to the series lore that takes hours to explain

Anhzi : little grandma butch lesbian, hunter from a hunter’s tribe. Of a few words, strong and wise, a Mom if I ever saw one. She’s always on an epic quest. Uses a giant spear. Lawfully lawful good. Loves her wife Tilao with all her heart.

C.K. : another lesbian mom but this time its like those lesbian country farmers from that meme a few months ago. Instead of rural USA, she drives her (primitive!) sky bkue jeep in forests of giant trees that took over human civilization. She’s always joking and would spend her life mimicking indiana jones, if indiana jones movies had survived in the distant future she lives in. Excellent pilot, here for the laugh, loves the thrill of the risk. My first novel character! I wqs 10 :D