#--ocs not straight. even though it doesn't really matter (other than the fact people will call me boring now lmao)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hi S! I’ve been wondering. I know some (gay/bi/…) men hate it when women write m|m. And well as a woman. I love to read and write m|m. I find it way more intriguing than m|w or w|w. (I don’t even know why.) I mean, I love Stucky and Evanstan and I’ve been writing my own OCs story (without smut, cos I can’t know how it feels to be hard and shit like that, and heterosexualisation)

Anyway so this got me thinking about how you might feel about this. Because I don’t want to hurt people and your opinion kinda matters to me. I look up to you even though I think we’re the same age.

Bye and thx 💙❤️

Hey, sweets!

First, I have to stay, I can completely relate to this. I've had--few and far between, but still, it's happened--people ask/request me to write smut with genderbent stucky with Steve and Bucky both as women. And, yeah, I always have hesitations about it. So, I've never actually done it, lmao. I, personally, always feel weird about it because of the history of men (usually straight men, but, I'm clearly not that 💀 so we'll go with men who are attracted to women exclusively or otherwise) fetishizing lesbians.

Realistically, going outside and touching grass, I'm of the opinion that this is fiction. We're writing fictional stories. It doesn't bleed into my real life. I understand the difference between fantasy and reality, and I try to assert that on my blog. So, in theory, it is harmless. But, funnily enough, just like you, I also don't feel qualified to make that judgment. I always try to mark my fics appropriately--whether it's me, as a man, writing about women or it's me writing about a subject I am not an expert in like history, specific careers or jobs, legal issues, exact timelines of canon, etc., etc.-- that way, appropriate readers will continue if it doesn't bother them, and other readers will move on if it does. Of course, there will always be people who ignore those tags or are outraged by it existing to begin with and... there's no pleasing those people. So. They don't bother me. The tags are there. The warnings are present. So, it's their responsibility as a reader to act appropriately from then on. I can't do it for them.

Anyway, my ramblings aside--

It doesn't bother me when straight, cis women write mlm fanfiction! It doesn't bother me when women write mlm fanfiction at all.

Obviously, there would (and probably will) be outliers in women who have unchecked homophobia/transphobia/general queerphobia that is expressed through their writing but... I have yet to come across that. So, I don't really care.

Think of it, like, I don't have a problem when straight, cis women talk to or about gay/bi/queer men. It only crosses a line for me when those women start to think they know better about the the queer community and talk over queer men. (And the fact that you're concerned about it being strange points toward you not being like that. Not crossing that line.) Or, because I like to explain everything to death, think of it like like acting. I am of the opinion that I don't need every queer character to be played by a queer actor--what I want is fair representation and job opportunities for queer actors in Hollywood across the board, not necessarily the ability for only them to own those roles. Some straight and cis actors might not have the range or ability to play a queer character, and so they don't. However, straight and cis actors exist that can portray queer characters in vibrancy and outside of harmful contexts. What makes those actors good? Their ability to learn and understand queer people as people. Clearly, you, anon, want to learn and understand. That's good!

Fetishizing, I obviously understand, can be some people's fear but with fanfiction... again, it's fantasy.

(That, and, my understanding, is that mlm ships are more common because of men often being written more in-depth and more readily available in media within the patriarchal society we have constructed and because it can be refreshing to completely take yourself out of fantasy and pleasure and that sort of thing when it is so taboo in our society (especially women's pleasure). Which, mlm relationships provide more so than mlw or wlw. So, I can understand the appeal!)

I will say there's a layer to my answer, too, of how much a lot of fandon spaces can feel like women's spaces to me. Obviously, it's not all women, and I know that well. There are lots of nonbinary people and men around here! Though, fandom has been something that has, from my knowledge, been dominated by women historically. And while I love seeing more diversity in fandom as people of all types embrace and love the art that speaks to them with wild passion, I still see a lot, lot of women. So, I don't feel like it's my place as a man to police the space and say what belongs or doesn't belong, y'know? I'm just here enjoying my time. And with all the incredible fanfiction that's out there that has been written about mlm ships by straight women, cis or trans, I wouldn't want to change that.

So, TLDR; I don't mind when women write about queer men, whether they themselves are straight or not. Obviously, there are limits to that, and harm can be done when straight women try to speak over queer men (queer people generally, too), but it seems like with your concern for the topic you'll do just fine. So, go out there and write!

P.S. thinking about sensations in smut... you might be interested in these two drabbles I've written 👀

[practically-an-x-man]

your OCs just witnessed an alien ship enter the Earth's atmosphere and crash land directly into a lake, followed closely by L'Harann holding one of the wings, broken off in her attempts to slow it down

the impact is likely to cause a small tsunami and there's no way to know if there were any other occupants in the ship, what do they do?

Oooooh, intense!! Thank you!

Rae: Sends Warren to fly over and investigate the ship for survivors while she tries to evacuate people on the shore and set up an energy shield over the most populous/inhabited areas

Robin: Sends Peter out to evacuate people at superspeed, and goes with L'Harann to investigate the remains of the ship (she doesn't have any particularly useful powers for the investigation, but Peter's busy enough and maybe Robin can sense the sound waves created by any survivors inside)

Madison: Sends L'Harann to watch the shore and get people evacuated, and jumps straight into the water to swim for the ship - with her fins and gills, she's fast, and she's got lifeguard training to rescue any drowning victims inside.

Ophelia: Straps on her actuators and gets to the crash site as quickly as she can, hoping to catch as much of the momentum as she can before it hits the lake.

Jasper: Can't do much about the crash, but they'll make their best efforts to get people evacuated from the shore and nearby area.

Kestrel: Shapeshifts into the fastest animal they can think of to get to the crash site, and works on spreading a warning as far as they can before shapeshifting again to help L'Harann evacuate any survivors from the ship

Katherine: Calls on Hapi to minimize the tsunami, but this exhausts her so completely (it's a lot of magic) that it's all she can do and ends up passing out almost immediately after

Quinn: What is there for her to do? She can't move fast enough to spread the word, and even if she did she'd likely get outpaced by the tsunami and swept away. All she can do is get to a safe place and call One so he can fund repairs after the fact.

Eris: Trusts that Rick and the Squad will work on getting people evacuated, and finds a way out to L'Harann to help her with the ship - he generally mistrusts Kryptonians, and usually wouldn't worry much about the civilian casualties, but... Rick's helping, so she supposes she will too.

Nikoletta: Depends on how rested she is, and what she has the energy for. Either she'll shadow-jump into the ship once it's underwater (since it'll be plenty dark) and look for survivors, or if she's feeling really daring... she might even try to swallow the wave with shadows (essentially portaling all of the water into the shadow realm) to minimize or eliminate damage. Swallowing the wave will knock her out for a couple days, though - it's marginally easier than sending a living person to the shadow realm, but it's still a lot of matter to move.

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Ten)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: This chapter has a bit of everything. A pinch of sadness, a dash of Riley family bonding, a heaping of fluff and a generous cup of smut.

Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile 

She shines in a world full of ugliness

She matters when everything is meaningless

Fragile, she doesn't see her beauty

She tries to get away

Sometimes it's just that nothing seems worth saving

I can't watch her slip away

I won't let you fall apart

I won't let you fall apart

I won't let you fall apart

I won't let you fall apart

She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by

Hoping someone can see

If I could fix myself I'd

But it's too late for me

I won't let you fall apart

I won't let you fall apart

I won't let you fall apart

I won't let you fall apart

We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide

I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side

...but they keep waiting

...and picking

...and picking

...and picking

...and picking

...and picking

...and picking

...and picking

...and picking

...and picking

It's something I have to do

(I won't let you fall apart)

I was there, too

(I won't let you fall apart)

Before everything else

(I won't let you fall apart)

I was like you

(I won't let you fall apart)

Simon trudged up Charlotte's steps slowly, certainly not his usual gait when he was on his way to visit her but the reason he was here, what he had to tell her, was weighing him down. He’d been gutted himself when he’d gotten the news that morning and now he had to break the news to her. He wasn't sure if she’d even be bothered or not, although there was a small voice in the back of his head that sounded a lot like Tommy telling him he was being a twat. Of course she’d be upset. He hadn't really come to terms with it himself which had never happened when he’d gotten the news before. This was different though, his whole life was different now. 

He inhaled a deep steadying breath before he knocked, still in his fatigues as he came here straight from base. It was a Thursday and he would usually meet her at work and go back with her, but he’d texted her earlier after he found out he'd be leaving later than normal to tell her he wouldn't be able to make it. The door opened and surprised flit across her face before a beaming smile spread on her lips. The sight was breathtaking and always made his insides feel all wonky, but this time it was accompanied by a deep ache in his chest, a yearning he knew was only going to get worse.

“Simon! What are you doing here?” she asked happily, opening the door to let him in. Little thing was in her pyjamas already which was basically one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Her hair was tossed up in a messy bun, revealing more of that sweet face to him. He looked around, that heavy feeling in his stomach getting worse as she hurried to the kitchen to click the kettle on. Always thinking of him and his comfort, always wanting to take care of him.

“I can't stay, love,” he said regretfully. She turned to face him then, a worried look on her face that felt like a kick to the gut. 

“Everything alright?” She asked warily as she toyed with her fingers. He walked over to her, inhaling a deep breath. 

“I uh… I'm bein’ deployed again,” he admitted. The pure disappointment that washed over her face made him feel sick. He never wanted to see that look on her face, loathed the fact he was the one to put it there. She caught herself, blinking rapidly before she forced her face to look more neutral, but it was too late. He'd seen it. 

“I'm sorry, love. Wasn't supposed to be for another few months but… they need me there,” he added, not that it soothed the burning in his chest. He'd be away from her for far too long and he hated it. They'd only just started to find their feet, didn't even have a fucking label for whatever this was and now he was fucking off overseas. 

“Um… how-how long for?” She asked and her voice was smaller than he'd ever heard it. It clenched at his heart and his body moved all on its own. He cupped her cheeks, frowning when she refused to meet his gaze. 

“Six months,” he answered. Six months was better than something like a year but it was still a long fucking time to be separated from her. Half a fucking year that he'd miss being with her. 182 days.

He was still cupping her cheeks, giving her nowhere to go, so he saw the hurt that shone behind her eyes as they suddenly became glassy and emotion clogged his throat. She gripped his jumper with her hands, blinking quickly as if to stop her tears from breaking free and he leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly against her forehead as he soaked her in. 

“When do you leave?” She asked sadly and he swallowed thickly.

“Saturday,” he admitted hesitantly and a deep frown settled on her face.

“Two days?” She lamented and fuck if it didn't hurt. He hated this as much as she did. Usually had more time to prepare for deployment but he'd been called into a meeting earlier that day and told they needed him and his squad back. She pulled away from him, sniffling quickly and his throat tightened feeling like she was pulling away.

“Are you… is this goodbye? Will I not see you ‘til you come back, then? You've probably got things you need to do before you leave,” she murmured, eyes on everything but him as she folded her arms across her chest. It felt like a physical barrier between them and he tried to ignore the pinch in his chest. 

“Gonna spend the rest of day with mum and Tommy and that, make sure they're all set for when I’m gone. But then… I’d like to spend tomorrow with you, stay the night. Have to leave early Saturday mornin’ but…” he trailed off uncertainly, eyes watching her carefully as she shifted on her feet. Her blue hues finally landed on him then, a hopeful glint in them. 

“Are you sure? You don't have to-” she started, that fucking instinct she had to always put others first, never herself. Always seeing herself as a burden. 

“I want to,” he said firmly, giving her no doubt that he wanted to spend his last day and night here in Manchester with her. While her eyes still held a sadness that would haunt him for the rest of his days, a smile lit up her face that felt like a soothing balm to his soul.

“I'd like that,” she admitted, her cheeks tinging pink. 

His lips tugged up a little as he pulled her towards him, capturing her lips with his. She melted into him as she always did, her body melding to his perfectly like she was made to fit right against him. Fuck, he was gonna miss this. How the bloody hell was he supposed to survive six months without her? His kiss was slow and tender as he took his time, wanting to memorise every part of her. When he pulled away, she smiled up at him and his heart felt like it was a fish that was out of water, flip flopping around. 

“I'll come by here after you've finished work tomorrow, yeah?” He asked, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. She nodded, taking one of his large hands in both of her smaller ones. He watched with rapt interest as she nuzzled it, placing a soft kiss to his knuckles. Made him feel breathless. Made him feel a lot of things. 

“I'll see you tomorrow, then,” she murmured, releasing his hand and leaving it feeling cold and bereft. 

She walked him to the door like she did every time and he lingered like it was the routine they shared, because it was. He never wanted to leave, especially not now with the heaviness that loomed over them. He had no words so he just placed a sweet kiss to her lips once more, giving her a little smile before he left. His heart felt heavy as he walked down the steps. He'd never been upset with deployment before, it never bothered him. Yet now, he felt like he had ants under his skin as they burrowed deeper and deeper and deeper. 

He tried to push it from his mind as he walked to the bus stop. He'd try to make the most of the next day with her, wanted to soak her up in every way possible before he had to leave. He loved his mum and Tommy and Beth, he really did, but not in the way that he found himself missing them too much when he was deployed. This was different though. He missed her already and he’d not even gone yet which only told him he was in for a hellish six months. What if she got bored of waiting for him? What if she decided she didn't want to be tied down to a soldier? What if he came back and she didn't care? What if he came back and she wasn't there? What if something happened to her while he was gone? 

His thoughts were rapidly spiralling and he blew out a breath, knuckles turning white as he waited at the bus stop. He needed to get a grip, he needed to get his fucking head on right. He’d do no good to anyone, least of all himself if he went overseas with his head all a jumble. Was likely to get himself killed, or worse, someone else. He just had to trust that stuff would work out in the end. Having faith never came easy to him but it was sheer luck she liked him enough in the first place. He’d just have to show her tomorrow that he was worth sticking around for. 

His mum was at Tommy and Beth’s and she was cooking a roast. A tradition they did every time he was going away even if he told her it was fine. Ironically, the first thing he’d done was call his mum when he got news of being deployed out of habit, he knew she worried about him and he didn't want her to so he always tried to break the news as gently as possible to her. So he’d let her fuss over him with a fucking roast even if it wasn’t a Sunday because it helped her keep her sanity. 

The food was good as it always was, his mum was a good cook and the conversation was easy. He’d never been a jolly man by any means but with his mum constantly asking him if he was alright every two fucking minutes, he started to realise he needed a better poker face. It was obvious something was bothering him. 

“I met someone,” he blurted as they all sat at the dining table after finishing their food. He wasn't sure why he told everyone but as the days wore on, he found himself feeling like a dam was going to burst if he didn’t. It stopped feeling okay to keep Charlotte from people and he had the mighty urge to just confess. He was fucking happy and he wanted people to know. 

The table went deathly silent and Tommy, being the only one who already knew, had a shit eating grin on his face. Beth and his mum started talking at once and he could barely make out their questions as they talked over each other excitedly. He felt his face heat up and he groaned, rubbing at his face as he questioned why he didn't just do this on the phone and save himself the embarrassment. He never liked being the centre of attention. His mum grabbed his hand then, so tightly he thought she was about to break his fucking hand.

“Tell us about her!” she urged. He had to admit, despite his discomfort, it was quite lovely seeing that smile on his mum's face. Didn’t happen often and last time had been when she found out she was going to be a grandma. His mouth floundered a little, feeling so uncomfortable and out of place with eyes glued to him like this, but Tommy decided to take one for the team and help him out.

“Her name’s Charlotte and she works at Cafe Metro in town. They’ve been together for… what, like almost two months now?” Tommy asked, his face scrunching up as he tried to do maths. But Simon wasn't focused on the maths of the time he’d known Charlotte, his mind instead honed in to something else he said. 

“You knew?!” Beth asked accusingly as she smacked Tommy across the chest harshly and he winced, rubbing it as he pouted at her.

“Baby brother privilege,” he muttered sulkily.

“We’re not together… officially,” Simon admitted, still thinking about Tommy's words. Three pairs of eyes went back to him again then and he squirmed in his seat. Would he learn to just keep his mouth shut? Could it be that he needed his family's support on this? That he’d desperately needed to tell them so they could help him and his inexperience?

“What does that mean? You've not asked her out?” Tommy asked incredulously and Simon felt the tips of his ears burning.

“Oh, Simon, you silly sod,” his mum sighed, patting the hand she’d been gripping. 

“Why haven't you asked her?” Beth asked, looking at him like he had three heads.

“I just… I dunno. Things just progressed with us and I never thought to ask. But now I’m fuckin’ off overseas and…” he trailed off, the worry he felt in his chest clearly coming out in his words and he didn’t think he’d ever let anyone see him so vulnerable, including his family. 

He feared if he wasn't clear with her about where he stood then she wouldn't be waiting for him when he got back. He wanted her to wait for him, wanted to call her when he got the rare chance to, wanted her to send him letters. He’d often see his comrades getting letters from their partners or spouses, getting little care packages. He wanted that, something that wasn't off his mum, even though he loved the woman. 

“Why are you here? You should be spending time with her before you leave!” his mum chided, a frown on her face that took him back to when he’d broken one of her vases as a kid. 

“We always have dinner before I go, and I’m spendin’ the day tomorrow with her,” he murmured.

“You should have brought her here! She could have had dinner with us, like a real family,” his mum seemed disappointed and it only made the aching in his chest worse.

“Leave him alone, mum. He's just admitted he hasn’t even asked her out properly, I don't think he’s ready for all that just yet,” Tommy spoke up and Simon shot him a grateful look across the table. 

“Well, can we at least meet her when you get back? You've never been interested in relationships before, so I know she must be special. Dont keep her from me,” his mothers voice was pleading and his throat tightened. 

“When I get back, yeah? I promise. I’m not keepin’ her from you, just tryin’ to find my feet,” he implored. 

He’d always felt like a disappointment to his dear old mum and their relationship had always had a dark cloud looming over them after the childhood he’d had. They both tried to act like it wasn’t there but he knew they both felt it. He didn't like the idea that his mum thought he was purposely keeping his girl from her for whatever reason. Part of him really wanted her to meet his family. She already knew all about them by now, spending countless nights after blowing each other's minds laying in bed and talking about anything and everything. He knew she’d love them and he thought she and Beth would get along nicely. Part of him hoped they’d even become good friends. 

Thankfully, after that, the rest of the day and night was spent rather chilled out as they all just spent some quality time together. When he got home, he wondered if he should just turn up to Charlotte’s and spend the night with her, to have more time with her. He knew she wouldn't mind after how she’d acted when he told her he had to go. He didn't though, because he’d started to develop a plan in his mind for the day after, one that would hopefully let her know that this was serious with them. He couldn’t take credit for the plan, it was his mother’s idea, and although he should have been a bit embarrassed that he was taking dating advice of his fucking mum, it seemed like solid advice. 

Simon didn't do nerves, it wasn't usually a feeling he was familiar with. Yet here he was, feeling like his nerves were being fried as he paced at the bottom of Charlotte's stairs. He hadn't even had the balls to go up them yet in fear she'd open her door and see him. So he paced in the alley clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands like a fucking knobhead. He'd bought flowers before, for his mum on her birthday or to cheer her up when she was sick, for Beth when he found out she was expecting. But never for this reason, never for someone who wasn't family. 

It had been strange to stand in the florist’s right under her apartment, wondering what she was doing in that moment above him. Made it worse when the man behind the counter seemed to recognize him, making a remark about how he was ‘the fella with the girl upstairs’. He'd tried to hide his embarrassment and just bit the fucking bullet, told the man he was deploying and needed to get flowers for his girl. 

Red roses seemed a bit cliche for his liking and if Simon hated anything, it was being cliche. And so he listened to the man's excited rambling as he put together a bespoke bouquet for her. Cost a lot more than he thought flowers would be but that was mostly ‘cause his experience had been buying flowers from fucking Asda. But she was worth it. She was worth more. 

And so here he stood clutching a bunch of flowers. Yellow sunflowers, orange roses and some pink, green and yellow flowers he couldn't remember the name of. All he knew was it looked nice and he hoped to fuck she’d like it. The sunflowers felt fitting for her since she was his light, brightening up his dark life from the inside out. It suited her, but he had no idea if she'd like them or not. 

After a few calming breaths, he realised he was wasting precious time dawdling out here like this and he stomped up the stairs. His hand hesitated before he knocked firmly, rolling his shoulders and standing up taller. She opened the door and his poor excuse of a heart stuttered in his chest. She looked ethereal. She'd done her hair nicely, half of it up with some bits framing her face. She was wearing a pretty black dress. Not the one she wore the day they met, this one looked cosier, sleeves coming to her elbows and it flared out at her waist before falling to just above her knee. She beamed a smile at him, it somehow becoming brighter as her bright blue eyes landed on the flowers. She looked stunned for a moment, gaping at him like a fish. 

“Are those… are they for me?” She asked and it was endearing how she couldn't hide the excitement from her tone. He could only presume her arsehole ex hadn't ever bothered getting her flowers and he told himself he needed to do it more often if it made her this happy. 

“Nah… bought ‘em for myself,” he replied dryly and she squinted at him, making him grin before he handed them out to her. She squealed, grabbing them and shoving her face into them. 

“I love them! Thank you, Simon,” the smile she gave him was absolutely radiant and if he died right then, he'd be the happiest fucker alive. 

She used her free hand to grab his own, pulling him inside and he almost stumbled as it caught him off guard. But then she was running off to the kitchen to put them in water. No vase it seemed, confirming his suspicions that she wasn't used to receiving flowers. She settled with putting them in a large glass. As soon as the plants were well nourished, she moved to put them on her bedside table before bounding over to him like an excited puppy. Before he knew what was happening, her arms were wrapped around his middle in a death grip as she hugged him so tight, he was sure she was going to kill him. 

“You like ‘em, love? I didn’t know wha-” his unsure words were cut off as he grunted, being squeezed even harder by her. He had no idea she had the strength in her.

“I love them! They're perfect!” she was positively radiant as she smiled up at him. She released her death grip and leaned up on her tiptoes to steal a kiss. His heart thumped wildly as he kissed her back, feeling her hand bunch into his jumper. He’d worn it because she’d told him she liked this one on him the most. A bloke doesn't forget something like that. 

“Somethin’ smells good,” he remarked once his senses came back to him, no longer muted by his anxiety. He glanced into her small kitchen to see pans steaming away and every surface covered. 

“Thought I’d cook you a nice meal. I would have done steak but I have no idea how to cook it so…” she trailed off with a sheepish smile and he felt the spark of fondness heat up inside of him. No, it wasn't just fondness was it? It was far more than that.

“Bolognese, yeah?” he asked knowingly, watching as her cheeks turned pink and she nodded. He smiled and took her hand, bringing it to his mouth and placing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“Bet I’ll love it,” he murmured and she relaxed, giving him a pretty smile. 

“It won't be long, just waiting on the spaghetti,” she informed him before whisking back off into the kitchen area. 

He watched as she moved around, stirring in one of the pans before she started getting the plates ready. He couldn't help himself when he walked up behind her, snaking his arms around her. She was so warm and soft and he knew how cold and lonely he was about to be for six months. She hummed, leaning back into him as she continued with her tasks like she didn't have a giant hanging off her. His nose rubbed the side of her face sweetly and the little laugh she let out filled him with an inexplicable warmth.

“I’ll just plate it up if you wanna go put something on tv,” she suggested and he figured it was the polite way of saying piss off and let her get on with it. Maybe not though given how his sweet girl hadn't a mean bone in her body. 

He nodded, kissing her cheek before he walked over and plonked onto the couch. This place might as well be a second home to him now and it felt normal for him to relax as he flicked through the channels. There wasn't much on but he found some obscure channel playing I Know What You Did Last Summer. He knew she liked scary movies from that era so he left it on. 

She came in not long after and the pair sat next to one another, cushions in their laps with the plates on. He didn't mind not sitting at a table, he never did at home when he ate there anyway. His dining table was pointless, or maybe not completely pointless now he'd found a use for it. 

“Fuck, this is good,” he murmured, eating his food eagerly. He knew she wouldn't be a bad cook but he hadn't expected her to be this good. He shouldn't have been too surprised, it was her favourite food after all.

“You really like it or you just saying that?” she asked suspiciously and he watched as she expertly twirled her spaghetti around her fork. 

“I love it, Lottie. I’m startin’ to see why it's your favourite,” he answered sincerely. Her face lit up with pure delight, whether at him liking her food or about converting him to bolognese, he didn't know, but he loved that look on her face. 

As they ate their food and watched people get murdered on screen, his brain was in overdrive for what he wanted to say to her before the night was over. He wasn't about to confess his love for her, that would be ridiculous. It was still a big step for him though and there was still a chance that rocking the boat was going to blow up in his face, something he really didn't want to happen before he got shipped off. He’d never experienced having his heart broken in that way before and he didn't fancy having to go though that while deployed. When the food was done, Lottie went to grab the plates but he stopped her.

“I’ll do it, love. You cooked,” he said softly, delighting in her little grateful smile as he took the plates to the kitchen. He used the time to try and clear his head, not only cleaning the plates but all the pots and pans and the counter too. Her kitchen was spotless by the time he was done. 

“You didn't have to do all that,” she frowned, materialising from seemingly nowhere. Or maybe he’d been too in his own head to notice her come over. 

“Wanted to, sweetheart. Like I said, you cooked for us. We’re a team,” he shrugged and her eyes sparkled at his words, a small smile tugging at her lips. 

“I um… I wanted to talk to you,” he breathed, nerves twisting his stomach in a way that made him feel like the spag bol was about to repeat on him.

“... Okay,” she murmured anxiously, eyes darting all over his face. “Are you… is this where you tell me I won’t be seeing you again or something?” she blurted, a guarded edge to her voice that slapped him across the face. 

He blinked at her for a few seconds, wondering what on earth would give her that impression, but then he realised he was being a bit ominous and she had a tendency to think the worst, especially about herself.

“It's not bad, Lottie. I… Let's just sit down, yeah?” he asked, feeling slightly panicked. Her eyes narrowed like she was trying to see inside of his skull, but thankfully she nodded and they both moved to sit back on the couch. He angled his body to face her better and she copied him, chewing on her lower lip so hard he was sure she’d break skin. 

“We’ve been doin’... this now for a bit. Almost two months and I…” he trailed off with his thoughts all jumbled up. He tried to pull the words he’d practised all morning from his head but they wouldn't materialise and he cursed himself for being so inept. 

“Six months is a long time to be apart and I just… I wanted to… fuckin’ hell,” he growled at himself, shaking his head angrily. He was making a proper tit of himself and she was just watching him like she was sure he was about to explode into a million pieces. 

“Simon?” she asked with an unsure tone, blue eyes soft, warm and worried. He needed to just get the fucking words out of his mouth to make her understand. 

“I’m yours, yeah? I have been since the moment you sat next to me in that bus stop. And I want… I want you to be mine too,” he admitted shakily, brown eyes big and wide as he blinked at her. He felt like he couldn't tear his eyes away despite being the most vulnerable he’d been with her. She didn't move for more than a second and dread trickled down his spine. 

“You want… you want me to be your girlfriend? Like proper girlfriend?” she asked carefully. She sounded like she was convinced she’d gotten it wrong. 

“Yeah… if you want,” he swallowed thickly. He could feel his pulse in his neck and he was worried he was about to keel over, but those pretty blue eyes crinkled with the force of her smile. She looked like a kid on Christmas and it was so endearing it made his bones ache.

“So you're my super hot military boyfriend?” she asked cheekily and all his nerves flew right out of the window. He suddenly felt like jelly. 

“Guess so,” he snorted, feeling his cheeks heat up. She let out a little happy noise, moving to climb in his lap so fast, he hadn't anticipated it. 

His hands flew to her hips instinctively and he let out a surprised moan as she kissed him fiercely. It was far more demanding than what he was used to with her, almost like she was staking her claim and the thought made him hard in seconds. One of his hands dug into the flesh of her arse cheek under her dress, the other smoothing up her back as he pressed her flush against him. A shudder got ripped from him when she raked her nails across his scalp near the nape of his neck and she moaned into the kiss, grinding against him. 

She pulled away breathless and he could do little else but look up at her in adoration with her pink cheeks and swollen lips. There was something flickering behind her eyes that he couldn't quite catch but he knew she was up to something. She bit her lower lip, a sly smile creeping on her face as her hands smoothed up inside on his jumper. His muscles jumped under her touch, his skin lighting up with a thousand sparks and she leaned into his ear, her breath tickling him and sending a jolt right to his dick.

“As my boyfriend, I think you should cum inside of me,” she purred and he felt his whole body stiffen. The desire shot through him like a bullet at the idea of filling her up with his cum, the primal possessive part of him snarling at him to do it. His breathing became laboured and she moved away to eye him, a devilish smirk on that angelic face.

“You sure about that?” he asked slowly, watching as her smirk grew.

“I’ve thought about it… a lot. I’m on the pill so we don't need to worry,” she tilted her head, fluttering those long lashes at him like butter wouldn’t fucking melt and he couldn't take it. 

“Clothes off and get on the bed,” he growled and her eyes sparkled in delight at the commanding tone he used on her. She was off him in a blink, tugging at her dress and underwear like they'd personally offended her. 

Fuckin’ hell, he was worried he won’t last with her being so eager and being able to cum in that tight sweet cunt of hers. He’d be able to claim it, paint it with his cum and mark it as his. He stood up, his cock aching against his jeans before he started to rid himself of his own clothes. 

“How do you want me, sir?” she asked sweetly and he groaned, looking at that perfect naked body as she stood waiting for his command. He prowled over to her, stark naked and cock erect and angry for her attention and he cupped her cheek softly, a contrast to the dark and heated look burning behind his dark eyes. His thumb swiped over her cheek as he watched her eyes dart to his weeping cock before back to his face.

“Such a good girl, love. Wanna see your face when I fill you up good,” he praised, his hand spreading out over her stomach. 

Her eyes flared, tongue darting out to swipe over her lower lip as she nodded. His whole body felt like it was on fire as she climbed onto her bed, laying on her back. The cheeky minx shot him a sultry smile, spreading her legs for him and giving him a good show of how soaked she already was for him. He almost snarled at the sight and he got on the bed, settling between those ready and willing thighs. 

His large hands smoothed up her thighs and then her hips, then her tiny waist before coming back down her body and she arched up, a sweet smile on her face at his touch. She was fucking perfect, lay there waiting for him to fill her up like some dark angel. He was sure she was some kind of goddess or ethereal being and he was more than happy to devote his entire life to worshipping her. 

He grabbed his straining cock with one hand, teasing her waiting hole with it and moaning at feeling her with no barrier. He’d fucked her once with no condom but it had been so animalistic, he hadn't had time to really appreciate it and he’d had to pull out to cum. This was different and he planned on taking his time to savour it. His teeth sunk into his lower lip, eyes glued to that drenched cunt as he rubbed himself against her, making her mewl and arch up at him.

“Simon, please,” she whined, too worked up for his teasing. He decided to take pity on her. He pushed the tip in with a strained gasp, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at how tight, wet and warm she was hugging him. She moaned, wriggling against him as he slowly eased into her. This is where he wanted to spend the rest of his days. 

“Feel so good, love,” he moaned, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself. Didn't need to go off like a teenager. 

She hummed softly, reaching out to him and he came willingly. The movement pushed him in deeper as he hovered over her, propped up by one arm as the other grabbed her hip. She kissed him deeply and his tongue massaged hers slowly, tasting her, exploring her, wanting every little bit of her she was willing to give him. The pace he set wasn't slow but not too fast. It was enough for him to really feel her without being a tease. He might have been embarrassed by the needy moans leaving his lips if his brain hadn't been half off to fucking Nirvana from her pussy. 

He rested his forehead on hers, their breaths and moans mingling together as he pushed in and out of her thoroughly, making sure she’d feel him for days even after he’d gone. He knew he’d hit that spot inside of her when she almost went cross eyed, head falling back as her body started shaking. God it felt fucking divine how she fluttered around him like that, how soaked she was so he could easily slide in and out of her. She moulded around his cock perfectly like two jigsaw puzzle pieces and he felt the tell tale signs of his orgasm fast approaching. 

“You want me to fill you up, Lottie?” he asked roughly, brian half riddled with lust; dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin flooding his system. He needed her to cum first, he couldn’t abide by finishing before her. 

“Yes… please, Simon,” she moaned in that perfect high pitch that told him she was right where he wanted her. 

He angled his hips just right and she went plummeting over the edge. He watched her face with rapt interest as her eyes rolled back, her mouth open and wide as loud moans got ripped from her. She looked like she was being exorcised with how her back bowed and seeing the state he got her in pushed him right over the edge with her. He muttered a slew of curse words, his brain blanking blissfully as he came hard with a guttural moan. He looked down as he thrust into her roughly a few more times, watching some of his cum leak around his cock. The feeling he felt seeing that was like nothing else. He’d be thinking of that for years to come, be thinking of it overseas while he fucked his hand furiously and missed her. 

He pulled out slowly, making her whine and his dark eyes shimmered with delight as he watched his cum seeping out of her cunt. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight and he brought his hands to her, pushing them inside of her and making her gasp. He pulled them out, admiring how slick they were with a mix of their bodily fluids before he hovered over her again. He raised a brow at her, offering his two fingers to her. Her cheeks were dusted with pink as she obediently opened her mouth, making him groan as he slid them into her mouth. She sucked on them greedily with a soft hum, her lashes fluttering shut and he moaned. 

Fuck, she was gonna be the death of him. He removed his fingers with a pop before he leaned in and kissed her desperately. He could taste himself on her tongue and it didn't bother him, it stirred something primal inside of him he’d never felt before. A possessiveness like nothing he’d ever quite experienced. 

“You're sleepin’ with my cum in you tonight,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. She blinked up lazily at him, her fingers stroking the back of his neck.

“It’ll get on the sheets,” she argued weakly and he smiled wickedly at her.

“I’ll change ‘em in the mornin’,” he replied with a shrug, kissing her lips once more before he moved off her and collapsed beside her. She rolled on her side, wrapping herself around him like she always did. 

“That was… really hot,” she murmured shyly as she traced patterns on his chest. He smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Yeah? You like the idea of me claimin’ you that way?” he asked her, feeling tiredness start to take hold. He knew she felt the same when she yawned and snuggled into him more.

“Mhm… I like it when you get possessive,” she admitted and he snorted. He’d have no problem with that. She was his in every sense of the word. She was in his bones, in his blood, in his fucking DNA at this point. She was the air that he breathed, she was the life force that pumped through his veins. He was sure if he didn't have her in his life anymore, he'd cease to exist. These next six months were going to be pure hell and he knew it, but he’d at least have her to cling onto. At seeing her when he came home, of having her back in his arms where she belonged.

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Who is your favorite oc and what's their deal, and who are their friends?

ok first of all thank you for asking about my ocs I love to talk abt them even though I don't really do it a lot. they r so real to me...the plot and story is like mostly fully formed inside of my head (although only partially written down.) and i forget sometimes that they aren't real characters that everyone knows about...but now you can know about them! (sorry this is kind of rambly and not all that coherent. I have a lot of thoughts jumbling around in my brain)

(the rest is under a cut bc i wrote a lot)

so my main oc story (which is called teen spirit for now, but i might change it in the future) has a main cast of 5 people. Cat, (they/them) Caleb (he/him), Juno (she/they), Nathan (he/him), and Ellie (any/all). But out of all of them my favorite will always be Cat <3

Some fun facts abt Cat: they exclusively dress in warm winter clothes, no matter the weather. Puffy jackets, thick pants, boots with fur lining. They claim not to feel the heat. One time they end up in arizona and almost die of heatstroke. Cat pretends to be the braincell of their group but the truth is that they are just as impulsive as the rest of them, and its honestly a miracle they haven't been arrested yet. Anyways plotwise Cat has some sort of connection to the supernatural.

Ok first of all heres some basic lore. So there’s a mortal realm (regular old earth) and a spirit realm. Basically when someone dies they’re given five years as a ghost to tie off any loose ends. The only people that can see ghosts are people connected to said loose ends. Spirits are immortal beings that live in the spirit realm. Their job is to watch over the ghosts in the human realm, and run the real afterlife.

Anyways so Cat is connected to the supernatural. And later in the story this leads to them basically becoming a ghost magnet, which leads to fun things (losing the ability to distinguish whats reality and whats not) but anyways at the beginning it is easy things, such as finding a ghost in the basement of their school, where they broke into with their friends caleb and juno (i'll get to them. later.) and anyways the ghost they found was nathan, cast member number 4!

Cast member 5 is relevent now. Her name is ellie (any pronouns) (ellie is not his actual name, her real name is unpronouncable to humans.) So Ellie is a Spirit, but was punished by being sent to earth to live among humans as a mortal because she did the forbidden, brought a person back to life. (said person was juno's mother actually which leads to a lot of drama and tension between them.) So Ellie ends up crashing in Cat's backyard, creating a crater that is. difficult to explain to their parents. And ellie's appearance is not very long after they discover Nathan's ghost in the school basement. This is interesting because Nathan's death was not, in fact, due to natural or normal causes. It's because he, like Cat, was connected to the supernatural, and ended up seeing things that he was not supposed to be able to see. So the afterlife system decided the best thing to do was kill him! But he still has to get his five years on earth over with for his loose ends. (there was debate in the bereuacracy over whether they should bother with that or just send him straight to the afterlife, but they ultimately decided that the circumstances of his death were unusual enough that they should stick to standard procedures instead of changing more things.)

Anyways proximity to Cat allows Juno and Caleb to also be able to see nathan. And Caleb and Nathan specifically become very close. (its the tragedy u see. Nathan is dead. Nathan can't stay on earth forever, he's going to have to leave. He's not alive anymore but being with caleb makes him feel more alive than he ever was. They love each other but nathan continuously pushes back, doesn't let himself get too close because he knows it won't last.)

(i am talking a lot more than i intended to. oops) anyways the main plot is well it starts out with them trying to help Nathan tye up his loose ends so that he can just go to the afterlife sooner instaed of just hanging around for another couple years but then it shifts to realizing the fundamental issues within the afterlife system, which is exacerbated by Cat's interactions with the ghosts that they encounter (btw can u tell that the good place is one of my favorite shows.) They also just do fun high school shenanigans for the other half of the plot because my favorite genre is when something is a comedy with serious and tragic elements.

Characterwise the main dynamic between the original trio (cat, emily, and caleb.) Juno comes up with the dumb and reckless ideas. She is the one that encourages them to break into the school's basement in the first place, because she wants to see if the ghost rumors are true (they are). Cat is the one who makes the actual plans, who ensures that they don't get into any real trouble. Caleb is the anxiety, he's the one who actively discourages the plans, who voices the concerns. Except for when it comes to certain things, such as his not-so-secret obsession with the paranormal. When it comes to that he and juno are opposites, Juno is terrified of ghosts and hates the supernatural, caleb loves it, while with nearly everything else Juno is fearless and Caleb is terrified, and Cat provides the middle ground between them, as well as negotiating with the cops when they need to, which happens more than their parents would like.

I have more things I could say but this is getting out of hand so i will wrap this up but i love my ocs so much <3 I really should start talking abt them more lmao.

Anyways here is a collection of drawings of (mostly) cat from the past year:

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Hello hello and happy STS (and late blorbo blursday)! If you don't mind, please classify your OCs according to the following: bimbo, mean bisexual, even meaner lesbian, she/they, he/they, token straight that's on thin ice, astrology bitch who has everyone's birth chart memorized, short king. Bonus points if you can explain why for each. :D  (You are free to leave out any that do not apply to your OCs' friend group.)

Happy belated sts to you Jax, thank you for the question. I', sorry it took so long to respond, this was one I had to think about quite a bit before I could answer it. Under a readmore because there's a lot of categories and I have a bit to say about each one. I suspect you're going after the vibes more than the actual literal interpretation here, but some may be more literal than others.

Bimbo: I think the closest is maybe Kidri Toroksdottir, a character that will be showing up in The Trouble with Meredith series as one of Merri's younger friends. It's not that she's not intelligent, but she is lacking in the general common sense department.

Mean Bisexual: That'll be Thaddeus Darkhide by a mile. He's super snarky and 'tells it like it is' a lot. I think he's one of three wizard's tower characters who doesn't have unresolved trauma, so that bitchiness is all him just being an asshole. He is also canonically Bi, it just hasn't come up yet.

Even Meaner Lesbian: Since we're going with the vibes here, I'm electing Reginald Schreiber this particular title. His pettiness rivals the meanest of mean girls and it's not just that he's petty and mean; he is particularly underhanded about it. The man is all sweet smiles and pleasantries, while he viciously stabs you in the back with his words.

She/They: While I'd love to put Dwena here, this one has to go to the canonical, gender non-conforming from conception npc, Cece Lamore. Cece is one of those characters who was in the campaign and will only show up in my writing if she becomes relevant, but she fits this one so well I couldn't leave her out. While Cece is most likely a transwoman (the DM who created them wasn't very clear on the matter), I don't think they'd mind the gender neutral pronouns so much because they would probably take on a male identity if necessary to avoid the authorities who are currently on the hunt for them. Cece is one of those characters we loved to hate though and she was so much fun when she did show up.

He/They: I'm gonna go with Thazaar for this one. While he does use male pronouns for the sake of convenience while he's on the material plane, I reckon Thazaar is probably more agender than anything. If anyone wants to refer to him as anything else, he honestly won't mind. When Thazaar visits his grandfather and that side of the family though, he does present very differently because Celestials don't really care about the gender norms of the material plane.

Token Straight on Thin Ice: That'd be Laurence Tate, my husband's character. He's funny, helpful and kind, but honestly a bit of of an arrogant sod. He's on really thin ice for a bunch of different reasons that I won't go into because then this bit would be eight paragraphs long. And, yeah, I know for a fact that he is definitely straight.

astrology bitch who has everyone's birth chart memorized: This one's purely on the vibes (because I'm not sure he believes in Astrology); Snotgrut. Now, hear me out, Snotgrut loves information, especially if that information pertains to the people he hangs around with. It's his way of figuring out how to interact with the people he cares about. This is a goblin who will 'put-pocket' magic rings in peoples' pockets to keep an eye on them via scrying and usually doesn't tell anyone he's done it. I get the feeling (and I'll check with his original player) that he has full dossiers on everyone just so he doesn't get blindsided by seemingly random outbursts of emotion. If was into astrology, you bet he'd have full charts for every last one of his found family, would memorise them all and then use them to work out why, for example, someone's so pissy about something innocuous.

Short King: This one has to go to Felix. I'm sorry, but that little gnomish fellow just wins at being a decent man. He's not perfect, he does suffer from foot in mouth disease a lot and is very self-deprecating, but he's about as close as we're gonna get. He is Elowyn's first cheerleader, is kind, empathetic, stands up for what he believes in and will do anything to make sure the people he loves are happy and safe. He used his only Greater Wish spell, a gift given to him by the Gods to help in the final, climactic battle of the campaign, to make sure Meredith got to have her happy ending when she didn't even know if she'd just been made a widow not even a two months after she got married. I still get teary-eyed every time I think about that.

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cold | pjm

pairing: park jimin x oc

genre: fluff, slight tsundere jimin, just cuteness tbh

words: 3, 339

summary: where jimin is ice cold but he wants you to warm him up (not in the way you think)

When Jimin pulls away for the first time in a year since you’ve met him during your movie nights, you suspect that something’s up. But, you also know Jimin—he would have said something to you if there was.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “You good?”

Jimin sighs at you, frustrated and you can’t help but feel confused at the sudden shift of atmosphere. You thought picking La La Land was a good choice, but you suppose that since Jimin was a little emotionally constipated he didn’t like it as much.

“I’m not, actually.” He declares, tugging off the blanket that covered both of your lower halves and withdrew from the warmth that settled into the couch.

“Do you—” You contemplate on asking because being Jimin’s friend meant respecting certain boundaries, and you weren't intending to be that friend that stuck their nose in his business.

You choose to remain silent and purse your lips and settle back into the couch, though it felt a little empty without Jimin bunched up next to you. But he was an enigma of unopened thoughts, and the time you spent navigating the course of your friendship in the first few months was ... heavy.

He’d never tell you anything, let alone allow you to indulge in the greatness that was his mind. You’d always hear from Namjoon how much he looks up to and respects Jimin’s way of thinking and mindset, but you rarely get to see that part of him. Sometimes, you felt more of a seat-warmer than a friend. You appreciate him, nonetheless.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about it?” He pries you.

You shrug, covering yourself with the blanket in hopes that it masks your vulnerability and insecurity, too.

“I know you.” You tell him, “You don’t like being questioned unless you say something about it first.”

He purses his lips in a straight line and looks at you ... like he really looks at you. So much that you feel his eyes burning into the side of your head; as if he was attempting to unravel your mind and dig into its deepest depths to understand its content.

“I don’t …” He says after looking at you, head-turning to face the television. Was La La Land seriously still relevant now?

“But I’m asking you to ask me.” He says, and the look of surprise on your face doesn’t disappoint. You gaped at him, forgetting the fact that Ryan Gosling looked really handsome on the screen—because Jimin had just prompted you to ask him about his … feelings.

“I—I don’t understand …” You say, dumbly. He rolls his eyes at you, and you’re familiar with his expression because it’s the one he usually has when he wants to call you an idiot.

“Ask me how I feel.”

You open your mouth, then close it. Your words fail you because the entire situation was sprung onto you so unexpectedly, and you suddenly feel self-conscious about everything. Was this Jimin’s way of assessing you as a friend and throwing you to the curb after a year of being platonically involved with one another?

As if he could hear the millions of thoughts running in your head, he turns to you and grabs your cheeks in between his large palms, and this time you actually short-circuit.

Your intimacy with Jimin stopped at sitting next to each other during movie nights and embracing the warmth that your bodies radiated. Maybe even the occasional accidental brush of fingers when he hands you something, but besides that—Jimin was conservative with his touches.

You can’t lie and say that your heart doesn’t react differently, because for the most part of your friendship you’ve suppressed any romantic feelings that you had or could have had for Jimin. Mostly out of self-preservation because Jimin was just … Jimin.

Cold, aloof but still someone that cared deeply. Yes, he was emotionally constipated when it came to his own feelings, and yes —his gaze more often than not had you cowering in fear. But he never made you feel uncomfortable. Even in the silences, you spent with one another you felt safe. Home.

Not to mention, his entire brooding and stoic persona hit it really well with the women on campus—and the fact he was obscenely attractive. He and you were the types of people that remained just as friends. And suddenly, that could end tonight, too.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He hums, eyes chasing your own but you divert your attention away from him because your eyes tell.

You shake your head, “I’m just confused.”

And confused you were because this was a territory that was unheard of for you—much less for Jimin. If only you could telepathically speak to Namjoon right now because you had no idea what to do or say.

“Well, I’ll keep it simple for you,” He says, “ Ask me how I feel.”

He doesn’t ask you anymore, instead, he insists—as if there was a preconceived answer for you already in the back of his head. Maybe this was how he softened the blow.

“No.” You push him away, flustered. “I won’t let you friend break up with me like this!”

He raises an eyebrow at the sudden rise of voice you admitted, “I like being your friend even if you don’t—and—and I know that yeah, consent matters—but I do not consent to be friend broken up with.”

He listens to you, and his face is still in its signature blankness and you nearly scream at how you wished he’d display a little emotion or a reaction to your blow up. But it seems that between the two of you, you were the emotionally unstable one.

“I know I can be annoying and all over the place and loud but ...” You immediately opt to self-deprecate yourself because nothing could triumph the way it felt to do it yourself than have him say it to your face, “... you’re not allowed to leave me. Ever .”

You fold your arms across your chest and look away because what the fuck did you just do and your face was undebatably on fire right now.

As if he’s noticed the way your eyes widen in realisation, he holds you again—but this time he pulls you closer to his chest until you are forced to look up at him with your flushed cheeks.

“Silly girl.” He hums and you whine.

“What!”

“I have to do everything myself, hm?” He tucks a strand of stray hair behind your ears and it was instinctual for you to pull away because you’ve never felt Jimin like this before. Close, and warm—and all yours.

“Jimin I don’t understand— mpf!” And it was like a scene straight out of a romcom, and you nearly forget that La La Land was still running in the background. You felt like the main character of your own movie, and Jimin was the protagonist's love interest because he kissed you.

Jimin was kissing you.

Kissing. Like lip-locking. Sharing saliva. With you.

He pulls away too soon for your liking, but you gape at him like a fish out of water.

“You—” You stutter, and he chuckles. You feel it more than you hear it because his chest was resting against your cheek.

“Do you understand now?”

You shake your head, “... you feel bad for me?”

He snorts.

“I don’t know if you’re actually this much of an idiot, or are you just hopeless in the romantic department?” He says, and you open your mouth in the offense, ready to defend yourself but he hugs you closer to him and all you could feel was him.

“Excuse me? I’m not an idiot.”

“I just kissed you and you thought I felt bad for you.”

You huff, “What am I supposed to feel! You never speak about your emotions to me, and the most I’ve ever got out from you was a chuckle from the time where I slipped in front of the entire campus during freshers week.”

“That was when we met, yes.” He hums, “Why did you think I’ve been with you ever since?”

You still looked confused and Jimin internally sighs at the way he let himself fall for a dense excuse of a human being like you.

“Cause … you felt 'bad for me?”

"Just because you air-quote it doesn't make it any different from what you said earlier ____."

He groans, “No you dumbass—it’s cause no one makes me feel things the way you do. Strange weirdo who slipped on absolutely nothing, and as a friend who forces me to watch shitty romcoms like La La Land.”

“La La Land is not shitty!” You gasp.

He blinks.

“Is that all you got from what I said?”

“La La Land is phenomenal! All from the artistic production, to the soundtrack—so I don't know why people keep shitting on it because personally I really enjoyed—” But he kisses you again, and you melt into him immediately.

This time he lingers for a bit longer, and when he pulls away you grab onto his shirt to keep him close. You realise your mistake and suddenly push him away, but his hold on you was tight enough to resist your poor attempt.

“I like you, dummy.” He says, and you gasp.

“Nooo.” You say in disbelief.

“I like you.” He emphasises again, and you gasp. Again.

“No, you don’t.” You tell him, and he sighs—knowing that this was going to take a while.

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“I do .”

“Nope.”

“ Yes .”

“Nuh-uh—!”

He clamps his hand over your mouth and glares at you.

“Me. Park Jimin—likes you, ____ ____, and yes —I can’t believe I like a complete idiot like you, but I do because you fucked up and made me like you from the moment you embarrassed yourself in front of everyone so bad that it was probably the hardest I’ve ever cringed in my life—”

“Hey!”

“—but you quite literally stumbled into my life with your whirlwind of emotions and you made me feel things that I’ve tried to avoid my entire life.” He holds your chin between his thumb and finger so you’d look at him. And you know that Jimin never lies, but something in your heart doesn't allow you that moment of happiness for yourself.

“But I'm annoying …” You say, a little unsure. Jimin simply looks at you, and you're frustrated again at the lack of emotion on his face.

“Yes, you are.” Is all he says, and you gape at his audacity.

You huff, throw the blanket off your body and make way to grab at your belongings that lay idle on the floor next to the couch. You pulled away from Jimin who attempted to grab at your wrist and glare at him so vehemently that he looked taken aback.

“This isn't a joke.” You tell him, and you hoped you looked as strong as you sounded because you felt played. Jimin didn't do this—you were just the clumsy freshmen that somehow befriended him, and he had no way out of it. So you decided to give him a way out on your own.

“Wait—of course, it's not—where are you going?” He exasperates when you make a beeline go to his door. You've never seen Jimin move as quickly as he did, but he manages to secure a tight grip on your elbow.

You try to shove him aside all while you felt like an immense idiot for allowing yourself to feel this way. To feel so human, and raw when you were with Jimin when he hadn't shown an inkling of emotion even when he declared that he ‘liked’ you.

“____—what’s wrong? Is it because I kissed you without asking you? I'm sorry but— ” He apologises and you groan.

“Stop treating me like this!” You yell at him to cut him off, “I know I'm clumsy, and a ditz—but I have feelings and it's not cool how you're doing all of—” You gesture to the hand on your elbow and to your lips, “— this, making me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling.”

“You're missing the point—!”

“Am I Jimin?” You exasperate, and he lets go of you for a moment to allow you space. “You've never shown any sign that you liked me for the past year of being friends, and now you're telling me you do?”

You scoff, “If you wanted out of this friendship, here it is.”

You reach to his doorknob with your back turned towards him, but Jimin was far stronger than you and reached out at the same time; essentially locking you into your position with nowhere to go.

“Just let me go,” You sigh, “I'm giving you your out.”

Jimin turns your body to face him and you avoid his stare. He was taller than you so being locked against the door was a little intimidating, given the fact that Jimin’s stare was nothing short of intimidating.

“Why would I want out?” He asks you, and you blink at him as if he's grown a second head.

“Now you're just treating me like I'm stupid .” You pout, “Did you not hear what I said? I know I'm annoying and I'll get out of your hair, just let me go—!”

You pull at his wrist but he holds you tighter and uses his other hand to softly grab at your cheeks to look at him. You stare at him with wide eyes and mouth scrunched like a fish, and you're sure this doesn't look the least bit flattering at all.

“Dude!”

“Please don't dude me after I just said I liked you.” He grimaces, then sighs.

He proceeds to clamp his hand over your mouth, “Now I need you to listen to me. And I mean— really listen. Not the thing that you do where you completely ignore my point and go on some childish rampage of how I think you’re annoying and want out.”

You glare at him.

He sighs, “I don't know how explicit I have to be—but I like you. I like your presence, I like hanging out with you—and I want to date you. I want everything that's in the book of romance and relationships with you.”

Your eyes widened and you attempt to speak but he clamps down harder than you whine.

“I know I'm an emotionless brick but I've been with you for the past year and my physical presence is the way I show you that I like you.”

You blink.

“And, I don't know if you've noticed but I've been inviting you over every fortnight just to cuddle up next to you to watch movies that are cheesy as fuck because I know that it makes your heart flutter—” He looks straight into your eyes and you're sure he can feel the heat of your cheeks on his hand.

“—I didn’t say this earlier because I was under the impression that you were aware and that we were kind-of-dating but not really— clearly, I was wrong.”

You manage to rip his hand off in his moment of weakness and gasp, “Kind-of-dating? Since when did that even happen?!”

He pointedly looks at you, “You have a toothbrush at my place, half of your closet is in mine—you walk my dog when I'm not home, and I buy your favourite cereal when I do groceries.”

“But—”

“Nope—the only reason I explicitly told you tonight because it was now clear to me that you weren't aware—” He gestures to your frazzled state, “—and that you said you were going out with Taehyung. Alone. To a pizza parlour.”

You barely manage to respond because he exasperates, “Do you know how datey a pizza parlour is?”

You gape at him, “Well excuse me! I didn't even know we were kind-of-dating until a minute ago!”

He glares at you, “And you didn't even believe me when I told you I liked you.”

You fold your arms across your chest, “Obviously. You don't even hold my hand, and you've never kissed me until tonight.”

You punch his shoulder and he hisses, “You didn't even formally ask me out!”

“You’re a scaredy-cat and if I did ask you out you’d probably run away from me!” He exasperates with his hands in the air.

“I’m not a scaredy-cat and I won’t run away!” You argue back and you were suddenly aware of how close he was to you.

You look up at him and notice how pretty his eyelashes were, and how he does look at you with an intimacy that you've only seen for yourself. The look that he reserved for you.

“I'm asking you out now,” He whispers, cupping your cheek.

“Date me. Be with me.”

You scoff, “God. Can’t you even be a little romantic? It’s like you’re demanding me to be with you.” You respond petulantly like a child.

He groans, “I'm not going to grovel you if that's what you're expecting.”

“Tell me why then.”

He raises an eyebrow.

You clear your throat and fiddle with your thumbs, a nervous tick you have.

“Tell me why you like me.”

Jimin stares at you and you want to complain about his stoic expression but he cups your cheeks in his hands a little harder and forces you to really look at him—as if his face held all the answers.

And when you did, you see the desperation behind his eyes, the dedication that he possesses only for you. The way he looks at you like he's meant to prove something to you, and then everything made sense to you—he wasn't inexpressive—you were just too caught up in your own world that you never noticed.

“Jimin—” Your voice cracks but he shushes you, softly.

“Listen to me, okay?” He asks of you and you gently nod.

“I like you because you're here,” He starts off and you were about to scoff but he speaks again knowing your predetermined reaction, “You’re present— always. I don't mean just because we're always together, but because even when we're texting you're there. You're involved.”

“You're expressive in ways that don't need words to tell me anything, which is why I know you like me too.”

“Cocky, much?” You scoff but the burn on your cheeks give the truth away

He smiles a little before continuing, “But that's not it—I like you because you're patient. You stuck with me being emotionally constipated for the first half of our friendship, and yet you're still here.”

“Even though you nearly ran out of here spewing some bullshit about me taking you as a joke—”

“Okay … I may have blown it out of proportion.”

“—but I wouldn't want to have you any other way. Even if it took me literally trapping you against a door for you to listen.”

You melt into his touch and look up at him, “Do you really like me?”

“I really do.” He affirms you, and you tug him closer to bury your head into his chest.

“Can you hold my hand next time?” You ask, softly. And he chuckles against the top of your head, caressing it gently.

“Of course. That's the only way you won't run away from me next time, right?” He teases.

You whine.

“I'm never going to let you go.” He tells you, “You're pretty like this—all mine .”

You smile up at him and Jimin swears his heart melts to be rebuilt whole by you again.

“But you called me an idiot ...”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

You gasp, “Rude—!”

He shuts you up with a kiss more passionate, and a lot more eager that has your head spinning.

When he pulls away, you feel your heartbeat a little faster—especially at the string of saliva that connects your mouths.

“Mine,” He says. You can't help but nod.

His.

[epicspheal]

To keep this as short as possible, I have the personal headcanon that Kalos greatly struggles with it's ideology if beauty and perfection, which caused Lysandre to go as deep as he did. Certain types are often over looked ( normal, bug) and some are casted as "evil" ( dark, ghost, poison). Showcases and contests ( particularly the high stakes ones) can be very damaging to ones image due to this constant need to be " perfect" and " beautiful". The high fashion industry rejects those who don't fit their own demands, and even pokemon trainers seem to have this need to be the perfect trainer (*cough*Dante*cough*). Of course, not everyone in Kalos is like this, to each their own, but this view of beauty and perfection has Kalos by its neck. ( I made a bunch of oc's exploring this btw. Including a ghost type elite four member who replaces Malva because I said so).

So my ask is how does Jabari ( in this personal headcanon cause idk what your headcanons for Kalos and it's culture is like), react to all of this? Does he feed into it? Does he do something about it as champion( as in what changes would he enforce to at least lessen the problem, if that makes sense). Does he replace Malva cause that would be funny( I think you said he did, but I'm not sure).

And as always, thank you and have a great day/ night! :D

Hi there @ihopethisendswell! I'm having a good day, I hope you are too! Yeah, I agree Kalos has a lot of problems with beauty and perfection permeating every facet of culture and daily life. Cactusverse definitely leans into that. As someone who was born and raised in Kalos (his father, Cami's blood-uncle moved to Kalos to get away from the family dynamic) he definitely has a lot of his ideals shaped by larger Kalosian culture. So to that effect, he definitely is probably the most fashion and appearance-obsessed of my main OCs (definitely way more than his cousin who loves living in scrubs because they are "comfy and easy to wear"). When it comes to types, since he's a water type specialist (which is seen as an overall beautiful type) he has more leeway with having their secondary types be unsuitable (like say his Greninja having the dark typing). Sidenote you mentioned how poison typing was seen as evil and I just thought about how that is so true and how Calla would've had such a rough time in Kalos trying to be a poison type specialist (she already kind of had it rough in Galar anyways) As far as him doing something about it he doesn't not at first. Not because he doesn't care though. It's partly because it's so internalized within (just like most others) that he doesn't recognize it at first. But it's mostly because he had more pressing matters to attend to. With cactusverse playing the gameverse painfully straight it means the league (gym leaders, elite 4 bar Malva who was actively helping the enemy, and Diantha) did absolutely nothing to help with the Team Flare crisis. When you consider that the fact that the XY events happen concurrently with the BW2 Unova events (and thus 2 years after the BW1 events) where the Unova league was on a whole fare more helpful, the Kalosians were rather pissed at the lack of overall support from the league for Jabari and his friends. Like literally Jabari defeating Diantha was in many ways the saving grace of the league (some of the citizens were ready to go "off with their heads" on the league). Jabari and his friends had a lot of goodwill capital because of their efforts so with Jabari now the new champion a lot of his time was spent trying to focus on doing reputation repair for the league. So honestly in some essences, he leaned rather heavily into the beauty ideals if it meant resonating with the Kalosian people. Of course over time in his role as champion the beauty ideal really begins to have a more negative impact on him, and he ends up seeing how those ideals negatively affect the others in the league (like how say Viola and Grant have to work harder because they train Pokemon that are considered ugly types). Calla becoming champion in Galar helped a lot as she's the first poison type champion of any region and poison is well known to not have the most flattering stereotypes. She needed help proving to people that Eternatus wasn't a threat and Jabari wanted to showcase types that Kalosians historically viewed as undesirable so the two of them had a couple of exhibition battles to help challenge those ideals.

But yeah it isn't his first priority as he was dealing with the trauma of dealing with Team Flare and repairing a whole league's reputation (and that does include replacing Malva, which to be fair is a bit easier in that she ends up in jail about a year after the events). I haven't decided who is going to replace her as I want it to be one of the gym leaders (I'm leaning towards either Ramos, Grant or Valerie)

[hb-hannie]

𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖗

[🎶] —「#Traitor 」↷ Brown guilty eyes and little white lies. Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew that you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse. I kept quiet so I could keep you 💔 . ♡‧₊

Jeonghan noticed. He knew what was going on. He wasn't incapable of sensing the more-than-friendly conversations and actions his significant other had with his own best friend named Xinyi. But despite being filled with sorrow, he continued to treat the both of them properly. Calmly and with class, he ignored and kept quiet about it. He was quite skilled at acting clueless, which is how he went by undetected by the two.

A number of days passed, and it was now time for Jeonghan and Hwaseong's 4th month celebration. Both of them had planned surprises for each other, Jeonghan smiled brightly and thanked his boyfriend for the gift even though he knew that he was trying to distract him from noticing how Hwaseong was lacking as his lover. But this time, he had planned on breaking it to him that he indeed knew about what he was doing behind his back.

"Seongie~" he said in a sing-song voice, "Do you still enjoy talking and hanging out with me?" His boyfriend sat up straight, tilting his head to the left he answered. "Of course. I really enjoy talking and being with you. You make my life so much better, do you know that baby?" Jeonghan pretended to coo over his boyfriend, "But why don't we do this more often then?" He pouted.

Hwaseong chuckled, "I do enjoy and vibe with people that I'm friends with baby, you can't always have my time but I assure you, you're on my mind the whole time I'm with them." Jeonghan giggled, kissing Hwaseong on the cheek. "That must mean you love me a lot don't you?" Jeonghan winked. His boyfriend glanced slightly to the left before nodding and pressing a kiss to Jeonghan's lips. "Of course, I love you so so so much."

[🎶] —「#Traitor 」↷ You betrayed me, and I know You'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. Yeah you'd talk to her when we were together. Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter 💔 . ♡‧₊

Little did Jeonghan know that Hwaseong realized that Jeonghan knew more than he was sharing, and in just five days time; the couple soon reached the decision to break up.

Jeonghan was devastated when they parted ways, and the fact that Xinyi was the one who convinced Hwaseong to break up with him. He felt betrayed, he became a sobbing mess and proceeded to lock himself up in his room for three days straight until his roommate Joshua was able to break into his room and convince him to take a shower and eat.

He felt horrible. He couldn't focus on anything. Soon reaching his breaking point, he broke down sobbing on Joshua's shoulder, recalling and letting out what happened during that dreadful day.

"Jeonghan it's not your fault. It's just, I don't love you anymore. You didn't do anything wrong but my feelings just faded. I lost interest in you. You don't make me feel the same way as we did before. I only dated you because the thought of having someone to date made me excited and happy. I can assure you that I did love you at one point in our relationship but I just can't handle it anymore."

Jeonghan froze, he didn't wanna lie to himself, he expected this to happen but he certainly did not expect it to hurt that much. "Did you f-fall out of love with me because you love somebody else now?" Jeonghan asks, voice cracking in the process. Hwaseong glanced left and shook his head. "No, I'm not in love with anyone else."

Oh what a lie. What a lie. What a lie.

"I want to come clean to you, and I'm sorry about this. The way that I've been treating you was intentional. I ignored you and treated you like shit on purpose. I was horrible to you so you'd get sick of me and leave. But then I realized you were still holding on despite all of that so we've come to this. Please just let me go. I don't want you or love you anymore. That's all I have to say to you Jeonghan. Goodbye."

Jeonghan fell down to his knees, a loud sob escaping his lips as his body began to shake violently, his hand gripping onto his chest tightly; as if it would ease the pain. He felt in that moment, something inside him died.

[🎶] —「#Traitor 」↷It took you two weeks to go off and date her. Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor. God, I wish that you had thought this through, before I went and fell in love with you. When she's sleeping in the bed we made, don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me. 'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. Yeah You'd talk to her when we were together. You gave me your word, but that didn't matter. It took you two weeks to go off and date her. Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor 💔 . ♡‧₊

14 days, two weeks. That was when news broke out that Hwaseong was dating Jeonghan's bestfriend Xinyi. Jeonghan did nothing. He was too surprised with their insensitivity to do anything. He did what he did best, let them be.

After the news, Jeonghan changed. He became colder, and he didn't open up to anyone so easily anymore. He kept suffering on the inside despite doing his best to move on with life. He's reached the point that he doesn't care about them anymore, he's happy for them actually. But he knows that he still feels betrayed and heartbroken.

And from that alone, he knew he'd remain in that state for a long time.

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓! 𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓

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[maysbanks]

hypersonic missiles. (jj maybank)

hello ! some of you may recognise this fic and that’s bc it’s currently being rewritten as an oc fic rather than a reader insert fic which it was before. i can’t wait for you to read this and introduce you all to haley who i love dearly, so pls enjoy and lemme know what you think !!

warnings: swearing, mention of sex, sexual innuendos, drug use, underage drinking, violence etc

summary: after the death of her father, haley grubbs is determined to get the answers her mother seems to be keeping from her, seeking help from a group of pogues (which just happens to include her weekly hook-up) and unknowingly throwing herself into the midst of a treasure hunt.

( gif isn't mine! please let me know if it's yours so i can credit you. )

The gang gathered around John B's porch, spaced out in various positions amongst the furniture. Silence engulfed the group, the air thick with tension as none of the four teenagers dared to speak.

"JJ should be the one to go." Kie broke the silence, her words hanging in the air as the group processed them.

Said boy whipped around in his place, golden hair falling in his sea blue eyes as they widened, glancing wildly between each of his friends. "What?" He demanded. "Why me?"

"Because you're the one that's hooking up with her," Pope reminded, matter of fact. As if JJ needed to be reminded. The dark skinned boy gestured between him and the remaining two. "She's gonna trust you more than any of us."

Kiara and John B murmured their agreement, JJ scoffing as he flapped his arms, beginning to pace in his spot. "This is ridiculous," he muttered between gritted teeth. "She won't wanna talk to me any more than she'll want to talk to you guys. I mean, we've only hooked up like," JJ paused - raising a hand to count on his fingers. "Maybe like, eleven times, twelve at a push!"

Kiara scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Wow, how chivalrous of you to keep count, JJ," she drawled sarcastically, the blonde boy simply shrugging in return as he took his formal position of leaning against the Chateau's wall. "Look, the thing is you know her better than the rest of us. You're familiar, we're not. We can't just go up to her and start asking questions about her dead dad and John B's compass."

JJ stared in disbelief. "And you think I can?" He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know if you guys realise this, but hooking up doesn't really require much talking. I barely know her."

"But you know her enough to warm her bed every week," John B piped up, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. JJ sighed, lighting a fresh blunt as he refused to meet any of the gang's eyes, staring ahead. John B stepped over and beside the blonde, arm thrown over his shoulder. "We need answers, JJ. Answers she could have. I mean, it was her dad right? She must know something about why he had my dad's compass."

JJ nodded along, but the uncertain feeling bubbling in his chest didn't cease. Thoughts of the two men that had chased the group the day before, guns blazing, entered his mind. Then the memory of him and John B showing up at the Grubbs' residence, only to discover they had been beaten to it by the very same men - he'd heard them threaten Lana and Haley Grubbs, demanding questions about the same compass that lay heavy in John B's pockets. He knew his best friend deserved answers, why did Scooter Grubbs have Big John's compass the night he died? Why was Scooter Grubbs out in the storm that night anyway? Hell, even JJ wanted answers. But he couldn't shake the doubtful feeling, thoughts of Haley Grubbs swirling in his head.

"I don't think this is a good idea." He tried once more, voice small and defeated. The Pogues shared a glance, and he knew they'd already come to a decision. Sighing, he flicked the butt of his blunt, sending it flying in the opposite direction. "Fine, I'll go talk to her. But I'm not making any promises that she'll talk," he frowned. "Sometimes I kinda get the feeling she doesn't like me."

Kie snorted. "I wonder why."

What the gang hadn't bargained for, however, was that the same person who'd they been talking about was already on their way to them - boots stomping across the ground in a determined stride, their mind a whirlwind of series of memories, scenarios, and all the events that had happened in the last twenty four hours.

Haley wanted answers, and she wanted them soon. (Sooner rather than later, if she was being precise.) The series of misfortunes events had all begun with the disappearance of her father - for whatever reason, he'd gone out in the storm that raged against the Outer Banks the night prior, and that, unsurprisingly, had led to his death. Memories of his body, washed up on the shore, cold and blue, eyes open but completely lifeless as they stared up at nothing and everything at the same time. Her heart wrenched at the sight, and she still hadn't been able to get the scene out of your head - her mother breaking down in a heap of sobs, Haley’s body following along with her as the pair both held each other and cried, Sheriff Peterkin's voice echoing in Haley’s mind, over and over again, like a siren. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing we could have done."

Haley knew that, of course. But it didn't explain why he was out in the storm in the first place. She had tried to question her mother, because she knew her dad wasn't a fool. Storm Agatha had been reported for weeks following up to it, he'd even made off-handed comments about it over dinner a couple of times. Her dad was aware about the storm, but had still risked his life (and coincidentally, ended it) to take a boat ride, or so that's what her mother told you.

Bull-fucking-shit. Haley knew there was more to the story, the appearance of two men breaking down her door and trashing her whole house was enough proof of that. And the fact that they were asking about a compass, of all things, didn't sit right in Haley’s gut either. Why the hell would two thugs want a compass, and why would her dad have it anyway? To her knowledge, her dad had never owned a compass in his damned life. (He also never owned a boat, which raised the suspicion of how the hell had he even gone out on a boat ride in the first place.) But the pair were persistent, and she was forced to watch as they threatened her and her mom, their last words sticking with her, sending a shiver of dread up her spine every time they echoed in her head; “We'll be back."

It was something straight out of a king-pin movie, and yet Lana Grubbs still wouldn't talk. She knew something, Haley knew it, and why she wouldn't share whatever information she knew with Haley was beyond frustrating - so she decided, fuck it. If her mother wasn't gonna give her her answers, then she was gonna go out and find them herself. Starting with John B. Routledge.

As if things couldn't have gotten any weirder, the teenaged boy had shown up not a minute after the two guys had left, appearing in Haley’s not-so-much of a doorway with the exact thing the thugs were after: the Compass. To her chargin, she hadn't had time to ask any questions though, her mother was quick to dismiss him (and JJ Maybank of all people, but she didn't really want to think about him at the moment) and warned him not to let anyone know that he had the compass, and Haley could see why - those guys were not to be messed with.

And so, John B. Routledge had left the Grubbs’ home, JJ Maybank in tow, and Haley was left to clean up the mess the bastards had left behind them. Her mothers warning rang in her ears; "Stay away from them boys. Do not get involved in this, Hales.” But alas, there she was, storming towards the property she knew the guys would be. Her mother didn't know, of course, and she was determined to make sure Lana never did. (Haley would be the next person she'd be burying if she ever did find it.)

All Haley wanted was answers, and if John B had even a couple, she was going to find them out. Her father had died, and there was more to the story than anyone was letting on. If it was up to her to piece the puzzle together, then so be it. She would, gladly.

So she marched in the direction of the Routledge residence, more determined than ever. As she walked, people gave her pitying looks, obviously recognising her as Scooter Grubbs’ daughter (the newfound bastard of the Outer Banks, sarcasm intended.) and she simply ignored each and every one of them. She didn’t need them, she thought. She was going to find out the truth, and each step Haley took she was closer to uncovering it all. Some people walked towards her as if to stop and talk, probably attempting to give her some kind of condolence, but each time a person did she hurried her pace; she couldn’t be stopped now, she was too close to getting where she wanted to be for some middle-aged folk tell her they were sorry about her loss, even though they couldn’t have cared less about her dad when he was alive.

Fucking bullshit, she thought.

Haley’s stride slowed however, when a familiar looking van made it's way into her vision, memories of it parked outside the very same house she was planning on going running through her already overactive mind. Her stomach churned, thinking she had missed her chance to interrogate the poor unsuspecting boy, before it seemed to slow down and pulled up to right where she was standing on the curb. Her respectively plucked eyebrows raised as the window rolled down, revealing none other than John B sat in the drivers seat, Kiara Carrera in the passenger, and Pope Heyward's and JJ's heads peering around the pair from the back of the van.

John B leaned out, his mop of wavy brown hair entering Haley’s brown eyed gaze, tight smile on his lips. "Haley,” he greeted. “Hey, where are you off to? Need a ride?"

"Actually," Haley drawled as she stepped closer, right arm leaning on the window as she sent a forced smile the teenaged boys way. “I was just heading over to yours. What a coincidence, huh?"

She never missed the look Kiara shot the two guys seated in the back, all of their eyes seemingly communicating in their own weird little telepathical way. John B blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water for a few seconds before he seemed to compose himself, clearing his throat. "Oh, really?" He asked, as naturally as he could. (It wasn't very natural at all.) “How, uh, how come?"

"Oh, you know," Haley started, shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly. "Just thought I'd pay you a visit, y'know, like the one you paid me this morning. Remember that?" She asked as innocently as she could manage. (It wasn't very innocent at all.) “Just wanted to ask you a few questions, s'all. Like why you have the one thing those meatheads that trashed my house were after. How you got hold of it, stuff like that."

And then she smiled like they were all sharing a perfectly civil conversation, as if the underlying threatening tone in her voice didn't exist at all. John B sighed, his head turning towards the rest of the group, catching their eyes and seeming to have another one of their telepathic conversations before he turned back to her figure, his head nodding towards the back of his infamous Volkswagen.

"Get in the back," he said - and she did, shooting him a smile that resembled one of a Cheshire Cat, satisfied as she moved to the other side, walking around the van and hearing him mutter from inside, "What? This is the perfect opportunity to ask her." She didn't need to look to know the rest of the gang were probably objecting her presence, but she couldn't care less. This was just the first step to getting what she wanted.

The door to the van was pulled open from the inside, JJ's head popping out and thrusting a hand out towards her to help her climb into the vehicle. Haley swiftly ignored the gesture, missing the flash of confusion and offence that appeared on the blonde's face, climbing into the van and seating herself beside Pope who smiled rather awkwardly toward her.

"I'm, uh, sorry about your dad," he said softly, fidgeting under her gaze. She smiled slightly at him in return, lips quirking more so in amusement at his obvious discomfort at either having her join them, or her being seated so close to him.

"Yeah, me too," Kiara piped up from the passenger seat, glancing over her shoulder towards her. "It must really suck, to just lose him like that."

Haley nodded, head turning in the direction of where JJ sat across from her, rubbing the back of his head as he muttered quietly, "Yeah, I'm sorry too." before averting his eyes when she looked at him, raising her eyebrows.

Kiara ignored him, the awkward silence that presented itself to the pedestrians inside the van only lasting a couple of seconds as she spoke up again. "I can't imagine what you and your mom are going through," she said, soft brown eyes darting to John B quickly before they returned to catch Haley’s once more. "We're always here if you need anything. Pogue's look out for each other, right?"

Haley forced a small smile, not bothering to bring up the fact that Kiara was technically not a Pogue, seeing no point in the matter as she sent her a small nod of appreciation, silently grateful for her words. Haley had always liked Kiara, or Kie, as she was more commonly known as. She had spent many times sat around a fire with her, listening to her rants about the environment and what everyone could do to help it, as an infamous Pogue kegger loomed around them. Haley was grateful for her presence amongst the guys, unsure of the fact that if she wasn't there, she probably wouldn't have entered the van. She was determined, but she also wasn’t stupid. Despite knowing the guys well and practically all her life, (it’s a small town kinda thing), she would never willingly get in a van with them and let them drive her to an unknown destination. Which reminded her suddenly - where the hell were they going?

"We're lucky we got each other, I guess," Haley said in relation to Kie's words. Kie nodded as her eyes darted to John B again. "But thanks, I really appreciate it." She fiddled with the hem of her faded out jean shorts, her next words directed towards John B. "So, care to tell me where we're going? Or better yet, why you have the damned compass my house was trashed for."

Silence filled the air of the Volkswagen. It was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension as everybody refused to meet her eyes. Haley was beyond frustrated, incredibly so, and she made a point to catch John B's eyes in the rearview mirror, an eyebrow quirking as she awaited an answer.

Finally, he sighed.

"The compass was my dads," John B revealed. Haley’s mouth opened in shock for a second before she clamped it back shut. "And for whatever reason, your dad had it. We uh, we found it at the wreck of your dads boat yesterday."

"Wait, what?" She demanded, blinking. She glanced between the gang, eyes accusing as she held each of theirs. "You guys found the wreck? And you didn't tell anyone?" She questioned, tone dangerously low. "And you stole from it?"

"It's not technically stealing if it was his compass," JJ defended, shrugging. Haley shot him a glare, feeling a bubble of irritation build deep in her gut. "And anyways, we tried to tell the coastguard about it after we first found it, but the guy was having none of it. They were hounded with the storm."

Her eyes narrowed. "First found it? Exactly how many times have you guys been at the wreck?" She demanded, tone accusatory.

The gang all swivelled to send JJ their own respected glares, Pope's voice small from beside her as he tried to explain. "Only a couple," he started, startling as her head whipped around towards him. "We're really sorry, okay! We didn't know it was your dads when we first found it, if we did, we wouldn't have snooped in his room either!"

Pope seemed to make note of his mistake as the rest of the gang did, Kie letting out a little frustrated groan from the back of her throat as JJ cringed, pointedly avoiding Haley’s gaze. John B's hands gripped the steering wheel tight, a warning "Pope" leaving his mouth.

Haley laughed, though it held no humour. She clasped her hands together, the slap of her palms meeting echoing in the confine space. "Let me get this straight, you guys not only found the wreck of my dads boat and didn't tell anyone about it, but also obviously found where he was staying and snooped in his room," she listed, feeling the familiar build of rage pulse through her body. “I mean, what the fuck you guys?"

"We're sorry," Kiara turned in her seat, meeting the Grubbs’ girl angered gaze. "We swear, if we had any idea it was your dad we wouldn't have. We were just, curious, I guess. We found the key on the boat when Pope first spotted it in the marsh, and before we even snooped we tried to tell the coastguard, but like JJ said, they weren't interested. So, John B and JJ went to look in the room."

Haley sighed heavily, leaning her head back to rest against the wall of the van. She tried to tell herself to calm down - hell, she probably would have done the same thing if it was her in their position, she couldn't get mad at them over that. "And did you guys find anything?" She asked quietly, the gang seemingly relaxing as they recognised her calmer tone of voice.

"Did we find anything?" JJ snorted as he repeated her words, grin falling from his lips at the glares the rest of his friends shot him. Haley sat up straighter, taking note of their warning glances. JJ awkwardly coughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he once again avoided her honey coated eyes. "Uh, not really."

"Not really?" She asked, frown on her plump lips. JJ nodded, tongue darting out to wet his pink lips, uncharacteristically quiet once more. "Okay, what the hell is going on? And no more bullshitting me, I've had enough of that from everyone else for the past forty eight hours. I came to you for answers, I'm not going anywhere without them."

She looked to John B then, hoping, pleading, that he would understand. He'd lost his dad too, nine months ago, supposedly lost at sea, believed to be dead. Haley knew he never believed that though, refusing to agree that his father was dead, insisting that he was simply missing. If there was one person that could understand her need to know about her dad, it was John B. And he knew it too, as he sighed and nodded.

"There was a safe," he started as she listened intently. "There was money inside it, I don't know how much. The cops kinda showed up when we were in there," he admitted sheepishly. "We had to hide before we could count it or anything. But there was also, um, a gun in the safe too."

"A gun?" Haley deadpanned. John B raised his eyes and caught hers, nodding. Haley scoffed in disbelief, running a hand through her almost waist length hair. "Why the hell would my dad have a gun?"

"Um, there's something else you should probably know," JJ blurted. "I kinda, uh, took it."

The Pogues glared at him again, Kie spitting a warning of his name, but the blonde just looked at the girl seated in front of him. Her eyes widened as he brandished the piece of metal, black in colour and daunting in shape. Of fucking course JJ Maybank had stolen her dads gun, she thought. It was so... JJ.

"You stole that from a crime scene?" She sputtered, heart squeezing uncomfortably in her chest as she eyed the object with disdain. JJ nodded, looking almost guilty. "My dads crime scene? What the fuck JJ? Do you realise how much trouble you could get into from taking that? For having that?"

Haley was unsure as to why she seemed to care so much about that, rather than the fact that he'd taken it from her dads motel room, and that the gun was technically her fathers. She didn't want to ponder too much about that, though, there was bigger fish to fry in that moment.

"Sorry," he said, rather dumbly. "You can have it, if you want?"

She stared at him incredulously as he held the gun out towards her, quickly shoving it away from her body as she shook her head forcefully. "What the fuck would I want with a gun, JJ?" Haley demanded. The blonde boy shrugged, suddenly sheepish.

"It was your dads," he stated simply. From the corner of her vision she could see Pope sending him a wild look, brown eyes blown wide as he tried to be subtle and shake his head at his friend, silently warning him to shut the hell up, or so she presumed. "I just thought, y'know-"

"You thought wrong, JJ," Haley interrupted him before he could continue. His eyebrows furrowed as he noted her hostile tone, but let it go as he simply nodded, swallowing thickly when she turned away from him. “So, what happened, after the motel room?"

John B looked glad to be back on the original topic. "Well, it wasn't long after that we found it was your dad. We were gonna tell the police, but uh, we had this crazy idea that there might have been more on the boat, like money or something? I don't know, we just thought-"

"Your dad might've been a straight smuggler," Pope piped up. Haley’s glare made him shrink in his spot. "Sorry, sorry. Not the time, I get it."

"Right," John B said curtly as Kie groaned softly. "So we went to look again, and I found a duffel bag. The marsh was closed, obviously. But we weren't the only ones out there," his voice turned deadly serious. “After I got it, these two guys appeared on a boat. The same two guys that were at your place earlier."

Haley exhaled shakily at the information, memories of the two men entering her mind unwelcoming. The image of them carelessly tearing apart her house, screaming threats at her and her mother, gun held to her temple as their fists left holes in the walls and bruises on her mothers skin. She shuddered and hoped the rest of the gang hadn't noticed, but she could see the pity in John B's eyes as they reconnected with her own.

"They chased after us, and they were shooting at us too. We managed to escape them, and when we got back on land I looked in the bag, and all that was in it was the compass. My dads compass. It's a Routledge family heirloom, and your dad had it."

His tone held accusatory, though she couldn't blame him for it. It was a mystery to even her as to why or how her father had gotten hold of the compass, and she knew John B wanted answers just as much as she did. Haley felt almost guilty that she couldn't give him any as she spoke up, “I didn't know anything about it, I swear. The first time I've even heard of it was today when those guys showed up. I'm sorry, John B."

Said boy nodded, seemingly believing her as he sent a small smile her way, reassuring her. “Anyways, that's why me and JJ went to your place, I just wanted to know if maybe you or your mom knew anything about it or why your dad had it," he shrugged a shoulder, trying to come off as non-chalant. "And that's when we saw those guys again. I'm sorry about that, by the way."

She shrugged too, an expression of what-you-gonna-do on her face. Though she desperately wanted to know more about the compass, and why it could be so important to the thugs, she withheld her questions for the moment, deciding they could come later.

"And then they arrived at mine," John B revealed. Haley’s yes widened in surprise at the sudden revelation, churning of fear twisting at her gut. "They did the exact same at my place that they did to yours; tore the whole place apart, looking the compass I guess."

JJ burst then - Haley jumped as his voice echoed in the van, much more louder than what John B's had been, excitement lacing his tone as he began to recite the story of the two thugs and their mission of tearing John B's poor beloved Chateau apart, hands gesturing wildly around him.

"Yeah, they were fucking crazy man! We were all locked in Big John's office, no way out apart from the window that was fucking painted shut. We could hear them, taunting us, y'know. Like, 'you better not be in there', they even knew John B's name!" JJ rambled, excitable expression painted on his boyish features. "They come in, guns-a-blazing and we're all tryna figure out how the hell to get out of there, before we finally manage to open the window and hide in the fucking chicken coop of all places. It was fucking insane, man. I had to kill a hen just so we could make it out alive."

Haley blinked at that, her jaw dropping slightly as she tried to process all the information he'd thrown at her all within a minute. JJ calmed down from his passionate retale, chest heaving slightly as he took in her dazed expression, sea blue eyes catching hers and holding them. Kiara said his name in a warning tone from the passenger seat, and he snapped out of his stare-off with the olive skinned girl, but she was still looking at him in disbelief.

"That's basically it," John B said from the front of the van, though his face held a slight grimace at his best friends rather dramatic recite. "But yeah, they practically stripped my dads office bare. They took everything, all of his books, research, everything about the Royal Merchant."

If anybody had noticed her sudden stiff posture at the mention of the Merchant, they never spoke on it. The Royal Merchant. Something Haley was all too familiar with. It had been something of a fascination to her father for a while, especially in the weeks leading up to his death. She just thought it was a weird hobby, a strange interest of his that she never really thought much of. It was nice to see her dad passionate about something, she’d thought. No matter how strange she believed it to be, he had a hobby and she was happy for him. But, sitting in the back of John B. Routledge's van, surrounded by a group of teenaged Pogues, one of which she was were all too familiar with, to put it simply, her throat tightened.

Surely the Royal Merchant couldn't have had anything to do with her dad, right? She was just thinking too much, more than likely. But something in the back of her mind was nagging, unforgiving as the thoughts whirled in her head.

"But before the guys showed up, we found something," she focused back her attention as John B continued. "There's something engraved on the compass. Redfield. It's my dads handwriting, he must have put it there for me, before he disappeared."

Haley shared a glance with JJ as John B said the word. Disappeared. Ever the hopeful, yearning boy. She couldn't doubt his wish, she wished for nothing more for her dad to appear back in her life - but she knew that hers was dead, officially. How could she forget, she saw his lifeless eyes every time she closed hers.

But John B didn't have that, he never knew, really, if his father was truly dead or alive. The records said so, but he'd refused to sign them, or so she heard. He was still hopeful, so certain that his dad would just appear back at the Chateau one day, like he'd never disappeared in the first place. But Haley - and many others - were realistic, and the reality was there was very little to no chance that Big John Routledge was alive.

(Her heart broke for the boy.)

She tuned out the rest of the conversation for the remainder of the drive, her head leaning back on the cool metal of the wall as she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander with all the possibilities. Could the Royal Merchant really have been a factor in her dads death? She couldn't shake the feeling, as she could hear vaguely the conversation of the gang. John B insisting that his dad was leading him on a mission, Kiara trying to be supportive but anyone could pick up on the doubt in her voice, Pope piping up with rather unhelpful scenarios like Big John having been kidnapped, (Haley had rolled her eyes), and JJ adding his input, multitasking with rolling a blunt. (She’d rolled her eyes harder.)

The thing was, Haley and the Maybank boy had a little deal going on. She could remember the exact day it had begun, at an infamous Pogue kegger, the sun having set and leaving the sky coloured in perfect hues of pink, purple and yellow. It had been a beautiful night, she had to admit. The party had gone strong to the early hours of the morning, and she’d somehow found herself leaving with JJ Maybank. He'd approached her after she witnessed him striking out with a Touron, (surprisingly), eyes narrowing at her when she’d let out a giggle at his misfortune. He had been hostile at first, demanding what she was laughing at, grinning slightly when she informed him simply 'you'.

The rest of the night had been spent in each others company, and Haley could recall the exact moment where they were dancing closely, bodies pressed tight against each other, her arms thrown over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, his own around her waist, fingers digging into her hips. Their breath mingled together, his forehead leaning against her own, and she’d expected the moment his lips fell on herd, slightly chapped but impossibly soft against her own as they danced in a passionate embrace that secretly took her breath away. She’d let him lead her to John B's Chateau across the beach, hand gripped in one another’s, as he pressed her to every surface until they managed to stumble their way into the spare bedroom.

She had told herself the next morning that it would only be a one time thing. Haley wasn’t one for random hook-ups, not that no one had tried to coax her into one. She was kinda known amongst the island as being this untouchable, obtainable person that nobody could ever get close to. She wasn’t sure what it was about her that made everyone label her as this being - maybe it was the fact that she was a loner and didn’t stick to one friendship group and spent most of her time to herself, maybe it was the fact that people thought she was weird because her dad was known to be such a loser (God rest his soul), or maybe it was the fact that she skateboarded around town morning till dawn, earphones plugged in and music blasting so loud that passerby’s could hear every word clearly.

The point was, she wasn’t known for getting close to anyone. And yet, she had found herself drifting back to JJ Maybank many other nights after that first one, and that’s where their little deal came into play.

But that's where it began, and also where it ended. Hers and JJ's relationship (if you could even call it that) never went beyond that. Random hook-ups here and there, whenever JJ struck out with a Touron and found himself soughting Haley out amongst the crowd to fill the space in his bed. Of course they were always friendly with each other, they’d known each other for so long, that it would have been silly not to continue being friendly. But they never hung out, not with his group, not with him alone apart from their many nights of endeavours, until now, she supposed. She thought it might have been weird, and she thought correct. Neither of them really looked at each other head-on, the air awkward and thick as the driving continued.

Haley was thankful when John B seemed to finally arrive at his destination, and she leaned forward with Pope to glance out the window, spotting the tall lighthouse stood proud in front of the group. Redfield, the name was written boldly on display.

"Redfield Lighthouse," John B spoke. "My dads favourite place."

She clambered from the van as the rest of the guys did, gazing up at the high building with her hand shielding her eyes from the bright sun from where they all gathered at the clearing. John B turned to face JJ. "Right, you're gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?"

JJ's eyebrows furrowed as he demanded, "Wait, why me?" His expression only darkened when Pope informed he wasn't to go in the Lighthouse, Haley watching from the sidelines, unsure where to put herseld in the situation. "Why?" He continued to argue.

Pope grabbed hold of JJ's shoulders. "There are independent and dependent variables, you're an independent variable-" he tried to explain but was quickly cut off as JJ began to yell over his words. "We don't know what you'll do!"

"Shut up!"

Haley awkwardly scuffed her boots on the ground as Kiara sent her a small smile from ahead of the boys, rolling her eyes dramatically when Haley caught them. She smiled at the gesture, once again appreciative of her presence. "Listen to me for a second," John B cut in their argument, stepping forward. "Pope, you stand look out with JJ, okay?" The pair in questioned seemed reluctant, but both nodded at John B's persistent glare. The tall brunette turned to her next, gaze softening immensely when he caught sight of her uncertain posture. "Do you mind keeping an eye out here?"

She shook your head immediately, sending him a reassuring nod. "Yeah, sure. That's fine by me. Heights aren't really my thing anyway," she told him as she looked up at the Lighthouse, nausea hitting at a slight force when she stared at the very top of the building amongst the blue sky. "Yeah, I'm good here."

He nodded back at her, a thankful smile on his lips. "If we split up, we meet back at JJ's house." He spoke, directing the words to the whole group. They all nodded their agreement.

"Great." Kie finalised, shooting Haley one last small smile before her and John B began to walk off, jumping the small fence that blocked their path, their stride quickly entering them into the lighthouse. Haley exhaled as they disappeared into the door, and moved her gaze to return on the two boys she was stuck with.

"I'm gonna work on my merit scholarship essay." Pope informed, before he turned and entered back into the van, leaving her and JJ stood on the outside of it, alone and deadly quiet. She looked at the golden haired boy as he pulled out a happy sack from his pocket, beginning to kick it around with his booted foot.

Haley sighed as she leaned on the passenger side door, her teeth biting down on her watermelon flavoured chapstick covered lip as she stared at the grass beneath her feet, her mind racing. A thud caught her attention and she glanced in the direction of where it had come from, a happy sack laying at her feet. She looked back up to JJ, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, sorry about that."

She huffed out a small laugh, bending down and snatching the sack from the floor. "You don't have to apologise to me JJ," she said softly. Throwing the sack back to him, his large hands reached out and cupped it, bringing it back to his chest. “I'm sorry about this, y'know, gatecrashing your friends' little adventure."

JJ's lips quirked, his muscular arm reaching back and throwing the sack into the air, Haley catching it and holding his eyes. "You're not gatecrashing anything," he assured. In the sunlight, his skin cast a golden glow. "And 'sides you deserve to be here. You're looking for just as much answers as John B is."

"I'm not sure about that," Haley told him and threw the sack to him. "I mean, I'm looking for answers, of course. That's why I'm here. But I'm pretty sure John B needs them more than I do," she glanced at the lighthouse momentarily. "I know what happened to my dad, pretty much. He died while being out in the storm, I know that, I just don't know why he was out in the storm or what he was even up to in the weeks leading up to it. John B doesn't even know for sure if his dad is dead or alive." She shuddered at the thought, shaking her head. "He deserves answers way more than me."

JJ nodded, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he paused in throwing the sack back towards her, looking at her small figure thoughtfully. "Do you think they could be connected?" He asked suddenly. Haley stared at him, confusion painted on her face. "Your dads, I mean. Yours and John B's. Do you think they could be connected, like your dads death and JB's dads disappearance?"

She stopped. Could they be, really? She had to admit she thought about it in the van on the journey there, but as quickly as it came it passed. To her knowledge, her dad and Big John didn't really know each other - of course they knew each other, but they didn't mix, or so she believed. But her mind replayed the moment John B mentioned the Royal Merchant, the way her stomach had filled with dread immediately, and she had the sinking feeling that it was very possible that what JJ was hinting at could be true.

"I don't know, maybe," she said instead, not wanting to voice her thoughts. JJ nodded thoughtfully, finally throwing her the sack back. She caught it, and repeated the process back to him again.

"I am sorry, though. About your dad," JJ's voice was soft, careful as he watched her pause, taking in his words. "I was gonna say more before, but with the guys... I know how much he meant to you."

Haley smiled gently, a sudden flutter in her chest alarming her as she nodded appreciatively at his words. "Thank you, JJ," she said quietly, sincerely. "It means a lot."

JJ nodded too, chapped lips pulling into an uncertain half-grin. "And I just wanted to say as well, that uh, I don't want things to be like, weird between us or anything," he stated awkwardly, clearing his throat. Haley almost laughed at the look on his face. "I mean, like, with us hooking up and stuff-"

"It won't be weird," Haley quickly interrupted him, grin overtaking the features of her face despite her better thoughts. "It was just hooking up, right? Not like we're exes or anything. No need to make it weird."

"Right," JJ voiced his agreement. Head full of long blonde locks nodding along at her words, dimples winking at her as they made an appearance in his cheeks when he smiled. "Not making it weird. Here's to that."

She laughed as the happy sack landed in her hands, holding it there as she squinted in the sun, grin cheeky as she gazed at him from her small distance. "Yeah, we'll just have to pretend we've never seen each other naked." She joked as she finally threw him his toy back.

The golden haired boy returned her smile, eyes mischievous as they made a show to glance at her figure from head to toe. "Trust me, I'll have to pretend a lot more beyond that to stay civil."

And before she could even think to voice her thoughts of Fuck, how did that almost kinda turn you on, a sudden and loud blare of a familiar siren startled, Haley’s and JJ's eyes widening as they met, a panicked expression matching in their features.

"Shit!" Haley uttered as JJ dropped the happy sack, her head turning to catch sight of the impending police car making its way towards where they were parked. She quickly glanced to the lighthouse, her heart dropping when she saw no sign of John B or Kiara, JJ grabbing her by the arm suddenly and practically dragging her into the van in the passenger seat, him running to occupy the drivers as Pope's head popped up between the seats, questioning them both erratically. She could give him no answers however, having no idea what had prompted the police to arrive. Haley had no time to think about what could have happened as JJ slammed his foot down, peeling out of the grassy area and away from the scene. "What about John B and Kie?"

"They'll be fine," JJ assured her, though they were empty words. He had no clue what had happened either, or if his friends would make it out and away from the lighthouse in time, but he still reached over and squeezed Haley’s knee gently when he saw her worried look. He caught her gaze and held it. "They'll be fine."

She could only hope that was true.

It was hours later when Haley and the Pogues gathered around John B's kitchen table, deadly silent as everyone processed what had just transpired.

She’d had JJ and Pope drop her off at home after escaping the police at the lighthouse, aware that she had been gone a long while and her mother was probably sick with worry by that point. If she wasn’t home within the hour, Haley had no doubt that she would have the police patrolling the streets, searching for her. When she toldthe boys this, they chuckled as she ordered them to park around the corner from her home, not wanting her mother to spot her leaving the van. She’d told them to call her when they heard from either John or Kiara, and they'd both agreed as she climbed from the van and walked the familiar path to her house.

Sure enough, Lana practically collapsed into her when she’d entered. Her arms were wrapped around Haley so tightly as they squeezed all the air out of her lungs, her mothers voice in her ear a jumbled mess of words laced in a frantic tone. Haley assured her she was fine, that no harm was done, and that she had just gone for a walk around the Outer Banks. Lana seemed hesitant, but had allowed Haley to ease her worries as she led her towards the couch and sat her down, letting her mom hold her for as long as she needed to assure her mind that she were really okay.

Haley felt almost bad, seeing her in such a panicked state. But then she remembered if she had just answered her questions truthfully instead of hiding everything from her than she wouldn't be sneaking around in the first place. And then the guilt subsided, if only a little. (Haley still felt awful.)

It was a couple of hours after that when a knock had sounded on her bedroom window. She had startled, her heart racing as she wondered who the hell could be knocking on her window, at night, too. She almost very nearly didn't go towards it, in fear of the two faces of the men from earlier that day greeting her, but she’d exhaled a sigh of relief when her eyes landed on the face of JJ Maybank.

"Care for a late night drive?" He'd asked, and she’d rolled her eyes. His grin never faltered as he watched her put on her boots, checking in on her mother and determining if the coast was clear to sneak out, before she’d climbed from her window, thankful that the house was only one story as she did so. Despite that fact, JJ's hands still gripped her hips as he helped her (though he didn't have to) down from the window.

She’d felt instant relief when she spotted Kiara and John B sat in the van, having resumed their earlier positions. Kie grinned at her as she got in the back along with JJ and Pope, who smiled at her also, as Haley began to question the both of them on what had happened after they’d fled the scene.

They'd been caught, of course. But they'd also been released, and that was the main thing. Haley decided to focus on the positives as John B drove them all off, this time to a cemetery of all places - leading the way towards a specific grave that he informed them all was his great-great grandmother, Olivia Redfield. Her maiden name, apparently.

And of fucking course inside that crypt was a white FedEx envelope, addressed to Bird, which they would later discover was actually John B's nickname given to him by his dad, who'd actually left the envelope there - hoping one day that his son would find it. (Because of fucking course Big John would do that.)

The pieces to the puzzle were all coming together, bit by it, slowly but surely. They’d all returned to the Chateau upon the discovery of the envelope, which contained a map, the sight very familiar. (The Royal Merchant, of fucking course it was.) And there was a very obvious X displayed on it too, X marks the spot. Along with that, a tape recorder fell into the palm of John B's hand.

"Dear Bird," the voice had started, vaguely familiar to Haley’s ears. There was no question as to who the voice belonged to - Big John Routledge was speaking directly into the room, all five teenagers gathered around listening intently. "I didn't expect to find the Merchant either."

Haley’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced at JJ who was beside her, his own face a perfect replica of confusion and amazement.

"There she is, the wreck of the Merchant. If something happens to me, finish what I started." Big John's voice continued to fill the deafening silence of the room. "Go for the gold, kid. I love you, Bird, even if I didn't always act like it. I'll see you on the other side."

The recorder clicked off after that, once again silence engulfing the room. Haley felt her stomach churn, her heartbeat to quicken, her palms beginning to sweat. She couldn't believe it. Big John Routledge had gone and found the Royal Merchant. The Royal Merchant, of which her own father had spent months obsessing over. The Royal Merchant, as in the ship that had sunk over two hundred years ago. The Royal Merchant, in which had bought her and this ragtag group of misfits together.

They all littered around the pontoon close to John B's house, beers in hand as Kie strummed softly on her ukulele, the night air a welcome comfort to Haley’s clammy skin, her heart having still not calmed from when she’d first come to the realisation that Big John had found the Royal Merchant, and now she was joining the Pogues on finishing what he had started - for her own father, she thought as she looked towards the stars in the summer nights sky, smiling softly up at them. For you, dad.

"How much was it again?" JJ broke the silence, the golden haired boy seated closest to her.

"Four hundred mil," John B reminded, though he said it dreamily, almost as if he still couldn't quite believe it. She couldn't, either, in all honesty. Five teenagers, about to charge head-first into a treasure hunt? They had to be crazy. But for four hundred million, anyone would be.

JJ's head turned at rapid speed, before he let out a sigh and clasped his hands together, looking between them all. "Alright, let's talk the split. Now, before we say 'evenly' may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us," he branded the gun, waving it around as he spoke. "Protection? Not cheap, okay?"

"Technically, that should be my gun," Haley pointed out, shrugging a shoulder and smiling cheekily when he turned to glance over at her, frown etched on his lips. "You said so yourself, remember?"

"You said you didn't want it!" He protested instantly.

She licked her lips as she teased him, "Well, maybe I changed my mind."

JJ shook his head, tongue running over his teeth as he stared at her in disbelief, though his smile was enough to let her know he found humour in her actions. "You don't just get backsies on a gun," he deadpanned.

Haley rolled your honey coated eyes as Pope quickly interrupted the two of them. “You haven't trained," he directed towards JJ. "You've done zero training."

"YouTube, bro!" JJ countered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "This," he pointed to the gun. "Is at least a five percent bump right there."

The group collectively ignored him, though Haley sent him a smirk when he looked at her, an expression of am-I-right or am-I-right on his pretty face. Kie tilted her head towards Pope. "What are you gonna do with your eighty mil, Pope?" She questioned.

"Pay for college in advance," the boy answered immediately. "And also, textbooks. Those are expensive."

Haley couldn't help but smile at him, Pope, ever the thoughtful one. She knew if she had half the brains Pope had she’d probably be the exact same as him - planning ahead, working towards college more than anything. She admired the boy, truly. But her future wasn't nearly as bright as Pope's, she was aware of that. Which made the desire to find that treasure from the Royal Merchant all that more huge.

"What about you, Haley?” She was broken from her thoughts as Kie suddenly directed her words to the other girl, raising an expectant brow as she came to, noting the rest of the gang all looking at her with similar expressions.

What would she do with her money? Honestly, she had no idea. She felt incredibly lucky to even be considered to get a share of it, given that she had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, demanding answers about her dead dad and the damned compass that had started it all in the first place. She’d questioned the guys immediately after the discovery of Big John's reveal, telling them that she was totally okay with not getting a share, had even told them she’d back off and leave them to it, though so many more questions needed answering in her mind. But they'd all immediately disagreed, letting her know that she were apart of this just as much as they all were. This was her journey, too.

"Move me and my mom out of our shitty house," Haley decided. "Get a huge ass house on Figure Eight, buy anything that we wanted. Treat her to everything she could have ever dreamed of. Maybe buy a holiday home in Italy, visit there every year and have a holiday romance with an insanely hot Italian guy."

Her and Kiara shared a giggle at that, missing the way the blonde beside her shifted almost uncomfortably, eyes downcast towards the water for a second before he licked his lips, proclaiming loudly, "I know what I'll do. I'm gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight, and go full Kook," JJ announced, eyes meeting hers and sending her a wink. "We can be neighbours."

Haley laughed outright, shaking her head at his dramatics as he continued. "Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I'm gonna get a koi pond, put a bunch of those fish-"

"I'm never visiting." Kie mumbled, interrupting his sentence as they all shared a laugh, gazes suddenly turning to John B who hadn't spoken in a while, the tanned brunette simply staring off into space, almost seemingly lost in his world.

"What about you, John B?" He looked back towards the four of them sprawled out on the pontoon, his eyes catching Haley’s own for a millisecond, the pair of them understanding exactly what was going through both their minds in that moment.

"To going full Kook," he raised the hand that held his beer, the group of Pogues wasting no time in following the action, all their hands raising, beer cans glinting under the moonlight as they all exclaimed, "To going full Kook!" into the summer nights air, the excitement and anticipation present in all of their voices.

And she grinned as she clinked her beer with JJ's, the blonde throwing a careless arm over her shoulder as he tugged her closer to him; Haley’s own naturally wound around his waist in return as they all laughed and joked into the night, the promise of an adventure and bright future's ahead of them all.

She failed to notice that their arms never really left each other until later that night, when her departure from the gang forced her to unwind her limbs from his, their gazes catching, secret smiles on both their faces.

Oh, this would be fun.

[danceworshipper]

Ida Sommer - HPHL MC

Info subject to change as more game information is released. All of my HPHL ocs exist in the same universe

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Personal

Full Name: Ida Marie Sommer

Gender: Female (cis)

Sexuality: Pansexual (closeted)

Birthday: August 20th

Birthstone: Peridot

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Age: 14 (at beginning of game)

Blood Status: Pureblood

3 Positive Traits:

- Charming

- Spiritual (nature oriented)

- Resilient

3 Negative Traits:

- Childish

- Uncommunicative

- Vain

Usual First Impression: When first meeting Ida, people often assume she is immature, ignorant, and easy to take advantage of due to her sheltered nature and cutesy appearance. This impression is highly incorrect

Location

Birthplace: Germany (exact location TBD)

Current Home: Her father's estate in one of the richest areas (Germany)

Future Home: A beautiful cottage secluded from the world, near a mountainside (Germany)

Favorite Place: A cliff overseeing the sea in Japan, close to the little shop where she got her wand

Disliked Place: Her maternal grandparents' home, simply because she doesn't enjoy their company

Appearance

[image created using the Live Portrait Maker app]

Face Shape: Roundish jaw, soft features with a strong brow bone

Eye Color: Yellowish green

Hair Color: Light blonde

Hair Style: Ida wears her hair down or in a single braid. Her hair is mostly straight with side bangs, and is parted in the middle

Skin Tone: Light

Freckles/Spots: A few freckles on her cheeks, more visible when she's been out in the sun

Scars: None during her schooling. After graduation, Ida marks her arms with runes only she and Sebastien can make sense of to strengthen her connection to the world around her

Piercings/Tattoos: Single earlobe piercings.

Final Height: 5'9"

Final Weight: 137lbs

Physique: Thin with long legs, slightly wider than average shoulders

Clothing Style: Ida is a rich kid, so her clothing is always of high quality material and her jewelry is noticeably unflawed. She dresses modestly until she turns seventeen, when she stops caring what her parents think. Her favorite colors to wear are pastels

Carried Items:

- her wand

- a locket with a picture of her and her parents in it - not worn, but kept in her satchel

- a silver pocket watch stuck at 11:18 pm, handed to her by the same Seer who told her where to get her wand

- a handful of candy

- extra quills for her roommate who keeps forgetting hers

- a book from the Restricted Section about Elementals, written by Elementals and charmed so no one other than an Elemental can ever figure out what it says

Magic

Wand: 12 inches of firm Ebony wood with a koi-mer hair core. A pitch black, rounded wand with a pattern of scales carved into the handle. This wand was custom made in a small, almost unknown shop in Japan after a Seer she bumped into on the street told Ida that her perfect wand would be created there. It would seem foolish to go all the way from Germany to Japan on the word of an unknown Seer, but it was Ida's turn to plan the summer trip, so she picked a place in Japan close enough to the mentioned shop

Animagus: Loon

Boggart Form: A headless figure easily recognizable as herself, crumbling away into dust. A failed attempt to merge with nature resulting in her demise

Riddikulus Form: A statue of her like the one in her parents' back garden, over glorifying her features, that has been attacked and is crumbling away. She hates that statue

Amortentia (to others): Someone smelling Ida would smell lime juice, fresh water, and static electricity

Amortentia (to her): TBD

Patronus: Ida has never been able to cast a Patronus. Not for a lack of happy enough memories, but because of her powerful soul. The Patronus can never escape her magical core

Patronus Memory: N/A

Mirror of Erised: A tree so big it grows up an entire mountainside. The tree bark is covered in swirling patterns Ida recognizes as Elemental runes. She doesn't yet know what exactly this tree is, but she feels an undeniable longing for it

Family Spells: The Sommer family has no special family spells

Inherent Magic: Elemental

- Ida has all the magic of a normal witch, but on top of that has a deep connection to the earth and the magic stemming from it, even beyond the earth into the universe. If not properly trained (or if driven to a great enough temptation), an Elemental could vaporize the entire planet, or bend it to their will. They could also leave humanity behind if they so wished and become nature itself

- Elementals are theorized to have fragments of Merlin's soul fused with their own, hence why they feel strong connections to each other and can't ever fatally harm one of their own. Most Elementals also fall in love with each other as well, and the connection is thought to be stronger than a normal human's love could ever be. These connections help ensure no Elemental gives in to whichever temptation has the strongest pull on them. Only one Elemental has ever yet gone evil, and this is how it was discovered that they cannot kill one another

- This special magic is not hereditary. In fact, no one knows what causes someone to be born an Elemental, only that there have been less and less of them in the recent centuries. There are only two known Elementals left: Ida and Sebastien

Family

Mother: Lina is a warm hearted woman who wants the best for her daughter, misguided though she might be. She often has to shout at her husband to trying to hold Ida back, or discourage Ida's dreams. She noticed Ida's growing power long before her husband did, and was the one to finally contact someone for help when Ida grew so strong and uncontrolled she couldn't stop floating

Father: Elias is a business oriented man who, though he loves his daughter, up until her reveal as an Elemental wished she was a son. He's the reason Ida was homeschooled for so long, as he didn't think a girl was worth the tuition money. He refused to believe that Ida was anything other than ordinary until a man in a high position told him otherwise

Sisters: None

Brothers: None

Pets: A screech owl named Goldig, meaning 'cute'

Other Important Family: Ida's paternal aunt, Ingrid, is one of the biggest influences in her life as a child. Ingrid is an independent witch who lives fabulously by herself with her dead husband's fortune. Ida used to yearn for a future where she wasn't tied down by a man and could do as she pleased

Family Values: The Sommer family as a whole is mainly concerned with two things: remaining pureblooded, and growing richer. Most of the Sommers are decently good people, but they have period-appropriate prejudices and are willing to leave someone behind to save themselves, metaphorically and literally

Opinion on Family: Up until entering Hogwarts, Ida really only knew her family, so she loved them and thought very highly of them. As she becomes more socialized and learns more about the world, she starts to notice her parents' many flaws and though she never stopped loving them, she does resent them for homeschooling her and ignoring the signs of her being abnormal, because she used to think she was broken when in reality she's nearly a god

Friendships

Introverted or Extroverted: Extroverted

Best Friend: Sebastien Parr - another mc of mine who is also an Elemental, and an exchange student from Beauxbatons

Worst Friend: TBD

Friend She Didn't Expect: TBD

Who She Wishes Was Her Friend: TBD

List of Casual Friends:

- Sophia Burton @gcldensnitch

- Charlotte Grant @weasleysandwheezes

- canon friends TBD

Romance

Current Crush: None

Current Partner: None

Past Partners: None

Future Partners: TBD - will likely be picked from the game's characters, but could possibly be someone else's mc

Her Type: TBD

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Prefect Status: No

Quidditch: Never played, but loves to watch

Clubs: None

Organizations: The fake Headmaster's Apprentices organization that she and Sebastien use to hide what they're really doing

Favorite Class: Herbology

Least Favorite Class: History of Magic

Favorite Professor: TBD

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Timeline

Young Childhood: Ida is kept at home. She knows no children her age, and spends most of her free time roaming her father's land. No matter how far she wanders, she never seems to get lost. Ida has strange dreams where she watches the world as an outsider. After being told by a Seer that her ideal wand would be created at a small shop in Japan, Ida convinces her father to spend a month there over the summer, and her mother takes her to the shop to get her wand. Ida sneaks out one night and climbs a cliff that looks out over the ocean. In later years she can't remember whether rising up over the waters and hearing the stars call to her by name was a dream or not, but she knows the moon smiled at her.

First Year: N/A

Second Year: N/A

Third Year: Ida's uncontrolled Elemental magic reaches a breaking point, and Ida explodes her little study room as she lifts up in the air, unable to come down. Her mother sends for help: two healers, a historian, and three government officials later, Ida is brought down and informed that she will be enrolled in Hogwarts the following year. She is not informed why, though her parents are

Fourth Year: Ida enters Hogwarts with no social skills. She meets Sebastien and they're both informed of their true nature. As Ida struggles to catch up on her studies as well as train her Elemental magic, she also learns just how wonderful having friends her age is

Fifth Year: TBD

Sixth Year: Ida grows suspicious of Sebastien's "friend" Dorian. Other details TBD

Seventh Year: TBD

Post Graduation: Ida marks herself with ancient Elemental runes and her father gifts her the cottage. She spends a year and a half where almost no one hears from her, before appearing back in her friends' lives as if nothing happened, looking healthier and happier than ever

Career(s): Ida doesn't live long enough to have a career

Marriage and Children: Ida marries (TBD) from school, someone who had always had a crush on her that she eventually returned the feelings for. They spend a beautiful three years together before her end. Ida manages to give her love a son, but only after she's gone

Death: Ida sacrifices herself to stop Sebastien and Dorian from destroying the world. Ida's biggest temptation as an Elemental was always to leave her humanity behind and become nature, so she does. She traps the two men inside of a ridiculously large tree that grows out of the mountainside near her cottage. This tree forms from her body, and has a notch where her favorite necklace can be inserted to be allowed entry to the chamber Sebastien and Dorian are trapped. However, she hid the necklace in Japan, where no one will find it until a century has passed and her friends have passed away. Ida can occasionally gather her spirit into a physical form to communicate with her love and child that she left behind

Notable Facts Not Previously Mentioned

- Ida is the ancestor of my main hphm mcs, Gracie and Tessa Chiva, on their father's side

- The reason Ida is sent to Hogwarts and not Durmstrang is the fear of bad influences. No one wanted to risk her being corrupted

- Ida does feel guilty about leaving her love behind, but since she couldn't kill Sebastien and she still loved him and wanted him to be happy, this was the only way she could think of to stop him

- Her love watched her leave humanity behind. As they wept, Ida's spirit gathered to say her goodbyes, and point them to their son, who had been born from Ida's final breath at exactly 11:18 pm

- Ida thinks very highly of herself. This is both from being praised so much as a child and hearing so much about the good she can do as an Elemental

- She throws a graduation party so extravagant that it's talked about for decades after her death

- No one but her love knows what truly happened to her. All anyone else knows is that she and Sebastien disappeared at the same time

[ghoulishhusband]

I just realized I can actually talk here. Like this is my account fuck u

Fucking uhhhhhh, hi ig lemme ramble abt my God ocs yea?

Ignore this part if you don't wanna hear (likely) unedited rambles lol it doesn't matter

CW: neglect/abuse, assholery/narcissism, manipulation, tread lightly!

read the under cut owo

Also don't steal my art I'll fucking?? Fight you????

So

I have three main gods that I wanna talk abt especially bc they've been on my mind lately.. Less get it, side notes are in (parentheses) and are bolded cause I have perception issues whoo I don't want it to jumble together is my point lol

First up is my asshole,

Giodine

they/them (preferred)

god/godself (i like pronouns that fit my characters, so I'm giving a bunch away for one night only at--)

ID : Giodine is colored with gold-ish yellow skin and ginger hair. Their eyes are a muted purple and they have tiny eyebrows. Their lips are a muted brown and are full looking, their nose is sharp and points down. They have wings for ears and is wearing a blazer with a long-sleeved, collared shirt underneath it. The background is beige with a yellow square and a dark purple square partially encompassing it. It is signed GH (for ghoulish husband), Spork, 21.

(lemme know if that helps at all! I'm sure I can do better so lemme know!)

If they look weird here it's bc I accidentally made their face too long but believe it or not this is in fact just a doodle Ik I'm so fuckin talented babes.

Anyways, they're basically the first God to ever exist on my version of earth (though even that is fickle rn, world-building is hard unless I hyper-focus on it, and haha Guess What I Haven't Been Thinking About) and they're very egotistical and selfish. As I'll probably yap about later is how they're manipulative as well, especially to another God I'll mention, and very neglectful to the other... other one.

Their partner(professionally), or fiend as they call him, is sam who for the first few eons was, unsurprisingly, absolutely terrible to him. A few tender moments are few and far in between in what could only be described as a completely rancid relationship. I'll describe giodine's side and in sam's lil ramble, I'll describe his :]

I have to explain this because it's a big part of the lore and how they can't work together, even when one of them is very much near The Void (technical death for gods) BUT basically, with Sam, giodine created purgatory. The issue here is that they basically seduced sam into doing it. Well, even if they hadn't, sam was in lesbians(happy pride month lmao) with giodine and would've done it anyway. But the ISSUE is that with the creation of purgatory came complications. See, my gods have to take time to develop into their power, and considering giodine was first and sam was around 666th.. you see the issue. Sam wasn't into his complete power yet and thus lost a giant part of it that went into purg.

See, giodine saw no problem with this (until much later, they do get a VERY SLOW BURN redemption arc cause this ain't even the worst of it), they got what they were aching for out of them and thusly had no need for..sam. They laid him in the spot where she was made (fwi it isn't inherently sexual, it can be, but literally, they just merged together-- taking bits and pieces of each other (which sam did not have enough of) and earth and light yadda, yadda I'll post the story I wrote for that later if I'm up to it) and left him there in the grass.

Again, they saw no problem with that, the deed was done, they didn't care anymore. A common issue in their qualms, sam and Giodine. They did find an issue in Sam finding an issue in the lack of aftercare, which resorted to any message going to or coming from sam going straight to his assistant and going back through them for a couple of thousand years. They found that infuriating-- how could he not face them over something so small! and for years?! it was ridiculous. After forcing a face-to-face meeting, a heated proclaim of hurt from sam, and a bitter agreement to meet up every now and again, they got what they wanted from him. Again. It was a business after all, there was no point in making it harder than it needed to be. 

Giodine doesn't necessarily like boundaries and tends to overstep sam's frequently. They also don't like his reaction to his boundaries being long jumped over, which thusly ends up in disgruntled messages being sent back and forth between them and his assistant for a month or three. It slowly gets through to them, but they tend to say some stupid shit and if they want sam to stay, they have to try and avoid mentioning how "overly sensitive" he is to something that happened eons ago.

(quick mention, there isn't like. time. here. so in all honesty, giodine probably counted earth days instead of Heaven 'days' to get that) Soon into their arrangements to meet, they seem to get on at least tolerable terms, obviously, a few meetings where neither of them feels like going apeshit and taking proper shapeless (or in sams case, he's got a newfound form for ANGER OO just for giodine 🤗) forms isn't going to fix a grudge that has yet to be apologized for by the way. But it's a start to a very long process down the road. Tolerance.

Giodine as an entity is very fickle and rude and demanding. They tend to have a short temper that no one else is allowed to have or comment on-- They were the first therefore they were the most important!

This is very obviously an issue. But it's mostly directed to purgatory. Almost all of their seething rage is pointed towards the poor entity, she's barely been alive yet and they already seem to hate her for things she doesn't know how to do. Honestly, I don't think Purg will ever fully forgive them for the unnecessary abuse of her character, but just as Sam and Giodine get on better terms, they had barely just begun fixing the hole in their relationship. As of now, Sam/Giodine don't have any minor plot points with purgatory other than the major one so I don't have a lot to say about their relationship right now. Maybe one day.

I'd go into details, seriously, but I just wanna ramble about their relationships with each other and their impact on each other's existence. Hope you don't mind a few secrets 😉

But, now, it's time for a new God, one I think most people take a liking to...

Sam (Samuel)

He/him

ID: Sam is surrounded by clouds in the light blue, fading to a darker blue sky and the yellow sun. His horns are a darker beige, which is being highlighted by the sun shining down on him, he also has pointed ears. His skin is red which is very prominent in the sun. His eyes are completely yellow, his hair, beard and mustache are also black. He has an orange scar crawling up to his Adams apple. His wings are a darker grey which is also being highlighted by the sun. His nails are painted black and his hand is holding up the black fabric barely covering his shoulders. Around the painting is a gold and red shaded frame with swirls complimenting each side and a crystal at the bottom of it. It is lightly signed GH, for ghoulish husband.

Sam, Sam, Samuel.

If you don't realize right away, Sam is basically Satan, he's the ruler of hell

Like how giodine was the first to appear on earth, as mentioned before sam was 666th for funnie reasons. Sam was made from bugs, dried blood, and sunlight which sounds pretty gross, but he's far from it. He's a silly, yet neat, guy. He wears Hawaiian shirts and khakis (not around giodine lmao) for cryin' out loud! how bad of a person can he be? Apparently to giodine (for a while obviously) he was the most retched entity to exist. This very much hurt him considering the amount of fake care they showed him before. With a mixture of confusing feelings (which wasn't supposed to be a thing but Univerce went "lmao you'll be fine" and left... short explanation, Univerce is the Universe and is the entity who simply builds these planets and gods that'll appear there and leave them to their own devices, xyr not extremely important in this story. Nor would they care.) and feeling used, he decided that no he wasn't going to take that.

If there is one thing Sam knows how to do is to self preserve himself, even if that means getting passive-aggressive notes sent to him every once in a while. While this period, Sam was surprisingly the least productive (unfortunately giodine knew this and eventually mentioned it in one of their meetings which made him hide away cause like hell giodine was going to be critical of /him/) but he managed. It wasn't terrible, but unfortunately, Sam being able to talk it out with someone who does practically the same work as he does and gets newer, more helpful ideas was better in the long run.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the first to initiate the healing of his and giodine's relationship but it wasn't reciprocated. Who would've figured, aye? Giodine kept pushing it back onto him and ignoring any progress that could've been made before. Which was frustrating.

The painting above was 'painted' by giodine, which is sorta where their relationship gets somewhat on an understanding of each other. Giodine gets to take a deep long look into who Sam is and tries to express it but it never fit him, it makes them realize that they never really-- truly got to know him. And all it does for Sam is make him even more confused about his place in giodine’s mind. He figured it's another fluke to get him to do something, so he ends up distancing himself when they start actually reciprocating his friendship advancements.

Suddenly, like a flash, Sam was forced to stay with giodine which is where the majority. I'll explain.

Sam...isn't actually the ruler of hell. Anymore, anyways depending on the timeline. His and purgatory's relationship has always been complicated, she always avoided him, and when they talked she always seemed scared of him. So in the end, they've never been close. Distant. Sam always wanted to talk to her, he made her, but if she didn't want to talk to him he wouldn't force it. But imagine his surprise as Purg singlehandedly took over hell in a hazed frenzy.

And not only that, had a personal vendetta against him!

Well, that would be the only explanation to Sam considering how he ended up broken and barely 'alive' at the hands of her. Horns broken and in tatters, pain and almost obliterated it felt like a hate crime. He didn't know what to do when he made it to the office, Purgatory was creating chaos outside his door and barely being able to breathe he felt like it was the end. So he called giodine. 

Purgatory

She/her

ID: Purgatory is surrounded by flowers that are dark grey and white. The light fades down into a dark green. The light shines down on top of her straight, white hair that has yellow flowers tucked into it.  Her skin is a dark brown and has a orange-ish yellow scar on her shoulder trailing up to her neck. Her skin is also highlighted by the sun. In one of her eyes, her sclera is black with an orangey, glowing iris. As for the other eye it it has a white sclera and the same, glowing orange iris. She has wings for ears, one dark grey and one white along with beige horns. She has a white fabric covering her chest. The frame is gold with white accents, but also has vines and moss crawling up the side. 

(may have goofed a bit and forgot to color the sclera of her other eye white but ignore that pls)

Purgatory was made by Sam and Giodine, but to her it felt like a mistake. Why make someone that you’re going to be terrible to, she believed. Giodine seemed to hate her and eventually made her section almost obsolete because she simply wasn’t able to keep up with the backlog that she wasn’t taught to deal with. Not only that, she didn’t have any help with any of it, it was almost like she was expected to just do it on her own. Until Death came along to help, but that’s not what we’re going to be talking about right now. 

And also, Purgatory is Purgatory yadda, yadda, I wont insult your intelligence.

Giodine’s thought process (other than wanting to be Real Close to Sam and once that thought filtered out, promptly ignored it) was that all the extras that don’t fit in either category of their thought of good and evil they’d go to her. (doesn’t matter cause in Sam's system it filters through ‘levels of assholery’ and depending on how bad you are you either just vibe in the upper city under rule of capitalism and possibly many under paying jobs or being actually tortured for his amusement if you’re just evil. Morally grey. Anyway, it could work p well in heaven if giodine wasn’t such a damn stickler.) But in the end, every day, less and less people ended up in purgatory, leaving her with barely any people and more verbal abuse from giodine who ‘HAS to take them or they would be more dead than they already are’. You see the pain she has to go through, right? 

~Idea section, this is probably not canon anyways so dont take it serious~ 

My thought is that another oc (BA, you may have heard of him idk) takes over simply because Purg took multiple hims from alternative timelines (which isn’t allowed but what’re they gonna do, undead a dead clown? multiple times from multiple timelines???)) because she adored him and they figured ‘well we gotta redo purgatory may as well do it like this’ and make him a demi-dead-god. i think thats a cool idea right? anyhoo

~Idea section over uwu~

Purgatory overall is a fairly timid character, she doesn’t like conflict, is easily overwhelmed, and generally keeps to herself. She doesn’t see the point in being in any drama if she’s just going to be yelled at and scolded even if it’s not about her. The only way i could describe her taking over hell is this: 

She was tired. She was angry and after feeling like nothing was in control or in her hands, she snapped. Why doesn’t she get anything or get to be ‘all powerful’ but they do? She knew if she took on Giodine she’d likely get thrown to the void, but sam? He felt fair game. Considering her fear of both of these gods, she planned and got her courage up to take him over. She had considered negotiations but in the end, she ended up going into a haze and ruining everything in sight. She was more powerful than she thought and once she started, she didn't stop until Death restrained her and Sam was already in pieces at God’s doorstep. 

The aftermath was fuzzy for her and for everyone really. Godine was planning a take back hell while actually worrying for sam, sam was planning for a retirement, and she was being consoled while trying to get in contact with sam to apologize. Giodine wouldn’t dare let her talk to him, until she just showed up in their office. She didn’t have a problem with Sam, honest, she just was going to take shit over, but it got out of control. 

Spoiler, Sam took her apology and they actually became.. somewhat closer after reaching an understanding. 

I wanna say that giodine took them being okay and sam retiring as good as sam did about purg running hell, but they didn’t. Giodine and purgatory actually barely got along in the first place, and only begun ‘working’ on their bitterness toward each other because they both had sam to encourage it. I can’t say for certain if they’ll get better, as theyre both undying and have time, but I’ll just say for now its uncertain. 

Also, Death is Purgatory’s girlfriend after all of that lmao.

And.. yeah, i hope this makes sense and that you like my drawings and ramblings about my lil story in my head, i guess this is my way to develop it without just keeping it to myself cause god forbid i keep things to myself hshsh. If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read and attempting to process everything, and even if you didnt read and just looked to look at my art thank you to!!

I may post some art over on @ghoulishhusbandart cause.. it was my art account before i completely forgot about it but i might reboot it! But if you wan art NEOWWW follow me on insta (ik cringe lmaoo) by the same name as this account @ghoulishhusband​ or just click that insta link! also ignore the fact that giodine is the only one without a portrait, maybe I’ll replace it the next time i draw but im graduating on monday and my dad’s coming TOMORROW?? so i won’t have too much time to do it... but i hope you like my art anyways :]

ok!! ty!! ily!!

[mo-mo-and-porkchop]

Umbrella academy fiction

Chapter 1

Canon and OC; Deigo x OC, Klaus x OC platonic

*as always I do not own any part of the canon characters or show. I am merely writing my own adaptation to the storyline. Nor do I own any gifs/gif credit.

**I do own all things related to the OCs and additional story elements. And apologies, I couldn't find any "young" gifs of them, but they are all meant to be young adults to show age in this fic.

Tagging: @imcrowley , @wicked-bitch-of-the-west

On a typical sunny day in 1989 a girl was born under extraordinary circumstances - her mother beginning the day not pregnant and ending it with a newborn girl. Reginald Hargreaves was unable to purchase their gift from God, but as fate would have she would still become linked to the obsessive billionaire through Klaus, his disappointing Number Four.

One fateful night in her bar thrust the two into each other's life and they soon became close friends, their tragic pasts a common denominator. Emily tried to aid her friend and his family in thwarting the apocalypse, but her life ultimately lost when the shit inevitably hit the fan.

This is not that story.

Our story takes place five years after the Hargreaves family jumped back in time after unsuccessfully saving the world; bringing with them all the knowledge gained from their first chance at life.

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"I'm telling you Diego. We can do this," Klaus said pleadingly to his brother. "She said if she had only gotten out a few years earlier, she would have had a better chance at life. We can give her that chance."

Diego stopped just outside his room. He eyed Klaus as he begged for him to agree.

"Please Diego. She is...was my friend," he corrected himself. This time travel thing was hard to get used to. "I owe it to her to at least try."

It was true that Emily had been as good a friend as someone could to Klaus back then. He'd beena raging drug addict who brought nothing but chaos. There weren't many people who could handle something like that. She'd been one of the few; even managing to get him into rehab a few times.

Not that it had mattered. Klaus had a standing bed there back then and the staff a running pool on how short his next break would last.

But it had been obvious she at least cared for him. And that was more than Diego could say for himself. Klaus was his brother and he had given two shits at the time if he lived or died.

"Fine," he finally agreed.

"Yes!" Klaus said quietly, but triumphantly.

With his second time around, he wanted to get it right. Make amends for his previous infractions.

Starting with this.

"But we do this my way. You got it," he said definitively, getting close enough to stop Klaus' little victory dance. He wanted to make sure his brother understood just how serious he was.

"Got it," Klaus said with a mock salute. "If I remember correctly, right around now would be the 'Halloween lockdowns' as Em liked to call it," Klaus said with a small smirk Diego's way.

His brother looked at him confused "Lockdowns? Where is she? A prison?"

Oh, that's right. He doesn't know.

It had taken Klaus awhile to pull what nuggets she had revealed of her past. He knew, without a doubt, Diego hadn't gotten shit out of her. The few times they'd met his brother was partial to being an asshole to anyone who even remotely took Klaus' side and she had been no different.

"She's at a religious boarding school," Klaus explained quickly. "A real scared straight kinda one. From what she told me though, the night before Halloween the nuns do one final sweep of the grounds, leaving the front door unlocked."

"Pfft. Morons," Diego huffed, the fact that he was speaking of godly women lost to him completely. "So it's a dash and grab. Easy."

"Yeeaa...about that," Klaus began tentatively. Diego had only just agreed to spring Emily from Hell.

"What?" Diego asked lowly. He knew he shouldn't have gotten his hope up so easily. Nothing was ever so cut and dry with Klaus.

"She's also, sort of, kinda in her own lockdown. We may need Five to help us too," he added reluctantly. "Which is fine," he quickly continued, keeping Diego from immediately changing his mind. "Ever since we got back Five has really been a team player. I'm sure if our little heist idea came from you he'd be on board. A hundred percent."

Diego couldn't take this shit with Klaus a second go 'round. He wanted to break Emily out of school? Fine. He needed Diego's help? Also, peachy fuckinf keen. But if he insisted on keeping secrets along the way then Diego would walk his happy ass on out the door and Klaus could go fuck himself.

He grabbed hold of his brother, who flinched more from shock than fear, and drug him into his room, away from listening ears. He tossed his brother onto his bed as gently as he could. Klaus watched as he pulled his desk chair over, sitting on it backward and leaning against it.

"Before I ask Five anything you are gonna spill your guts and give me all the Intel you have on Emily. Otherwise, I'm out and you're on your own."

Klaus groaned with Diego's ultimatum. "Fine," he grumbled. "I'll tell you everything. But you have to swear you'll get Five to help no matter what," he countered holding up his pinky.

"What are you, six?"

"Nothing is more binding than a pinky swear," Klaus said, wiggling his fingers enticingly.

"You never quit do you?"

"Nope," Klaus said with a satisfied grin.

"Jesus Christ." Diego sighed with a roll of his eyes, but nevertheless he linked pinkies with his brother.

"No matter what," Klaus reiterated.

"No matter what," Diego reluctantly agreed before immediately letting go of him.

"Good," Klaus said clapping his hands together and rubbing them conspiratorially. "Now. What do I know about Emily?" he asked himself, feigning an attempt to really dig deep into his thoughts. "Em, Em, Em."

"I'm losing my patience Klaus."

"Alright, fine," Klaus said with an exasperated sigh. Nothing much had changed with Diego this time around - he was still far too serious for his own good. "I know she was one of the few dad couldn't buy, obviously. I deduced that one myself," he admitted proudly.

Diego rolled his eyes and sighed. Even without drugs Klaus' mind still ran a million miles a minute. "Focus," he said keeping his brother on track.

"Right," he replied forcing himself back to their present storytelling session. "She was unbuyable. Her parents were religious and pure," he said mockingly, throwing up the the scouting sign of three fingers. "When Em didn't fit it to their perfect life, they shipped her off and forgot about her. To St. Christopher's School for the Misguided to be exact."

"You mean that old school convent on the outskirts of the city?"

"That's the one," Klaus said in agreement. "She's been there..." he checked his wrist as if a watch sat upon it. "Twelve years now," he added looking back to Diego.

"Twelve years?! What the Hell Klaus?? I thought she was just sent there."

"Yea. When she was six," Klaus said with a snort. "That was after all the exercisims failed," he added nonchalantly.

"Exorcisms!?" Diego was beginning to regret his decision to help. "Look. I don't know what kind of "school" you're taking me to, but how do we know Emily even wants to break out?" he asked in a half-hearted attempt to back out.

"Because she makes it out on her own after another three years anyway. But she always said if she'd got out just a few years earlier she'd have gone farther in life. Between you and me, I thought she turned out just fine the way she was," he added leaning in conspiratorially.

"I don't know about that. She was friends with you."

"Hey! Unfair!" Klaus said feigning offense. "Trust me," he continued, shrugging off the insult. "Once Five is on board, everything will be fine," he said reassuringly, but with little affect. "Then it really will be a dash and grab. Five will just do his little time warp thingie and..." He sucked air through his teeth and gestured for in-and-out. "We'll have Em out and free as a bird in no time," he added with a sigh and a smile.

Diego stared at him, only reacting when his wide grin faded. His mind had already been made up, but it was sti fun to see him sweat. He promptly grabbed him up and pulled toward the hallway - and all the way to Five's room.

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"Klaus has something he wants to ask you," he said pushing past their brother when he answered the door.

"And what might that be?" he asked, confusion evident on his face as he shut the door behind them.

Once through the threshold doego released his grip on Klaus and took solace off in the corner, waiting to see how well he did with Five. Their brother would be a much tougher sell. He'd never even met Emily.

"Well," Klaus began with a nervous laugh, glancing back to Diego hoping to get some backup. His brother simply urged him on. Klaus sighed and his entire being deflated with his refusal.

"Klaus, what the hell is going on? I don't have time for another one of your ridiculous pranks," Five complained impatiently.

"I need your help rescuing a friend," he admitted freely, turning back to Five.

Five laughed freely at his request. "No," he said letting his facial expressions fall flat. "The last time I tried to help you I ended up having to warp out of police custody."

"But you did get out," Klaus cut in trying to avoid a retelling of their most recent mishap.

"And I had to be the one to explain it all to dad. Alone," he added with rising anger.

Klaus grimaced. "Yea. Sorry about that. I wish I could have been there, really, but something important came up. Real now-or-never type stuff."

"What? Like avoiding the inevitable end of the world? Because last I remember we've already fixed that problem and I can't think of anything more "now-or-never"," he threw back at him.

He knew Five was right. "I guess when you put it like that, I could have made it," he admitted almost sheepishly.

Five merely scowled at his admission.

"But this is different," he added quickly, pushing past Five when he went to kick them out of his room. Klaus shut the door and leaned on it for added security he would finish hearing him out.

"How so?"

Klaus' smile returned. His interest was piqued. "Because we...are gonna..."

Diego rolled his eyes. His sales pitch was quickly dying. "Because you're gonna have me," he stepping forward.

"Not that I don't doubt yoir abilities, but how does that any different? Other than your presence of course."

Their brother's smile widened. "Yes!" he exclaimed before Diego could answer, outstreching his arms toward him and crossing to be by his side. "Because Diego here is an extra set of eyes and ears," he added, cradling his shoulders and endearingly placing his hand on his chest.

Diego glared at Klaus. "Because I will make sure Klaus doesn't screw anything up this time," he answerd shaking himself free.

Five remained silent, considering Klaus 'mission'. He had become anxious lately to do more than just train and follow daddy's orders - even if it was what they all agreed to before their jump back. Not that he would ever admit that to Klaus, but he supposed it could be worth it of Diego was on board.

Klaus stated expectantly and his brother who eyed the two of them. "Say I help you. What is your grand plan to save...who exactly?"

Klaus smiled widely at Diego, ecstatic that things might actually go his way for once.

"Emily," Diego answered, ignoring Klaus.

"Emily?" Five asked surprised with a slight laugh. "You mean the bartender psychic?"

"Telepathic," Klaus corrected him. "But yes. Her. So will you help me? Please?"

Diego rolled his eyes at the duo. "Just say yes already. I can't take much more of this," he added exasperated, dropping down onto the chair at Five's desk.

"Alright fine," he finally agreed.

Klaus began to shower his brother with thabks. He sure hadn't been as appreciative of Diego's allegiance. He huffed to hide his offense. "Klaus!" He pointed at his wrist when he had his brother's attention.

"Oh right. So. Now that I have the best two brothers on board..."

"Klaus," Diego warned.

"Alright, alright. Stop getting your panties in a bunch."

Diego jumped up ready to strangle him.

"Hey! Calm down!" Five intervened. "Don't make me regret helping you," he scolded his brothers. "Now," he continued once the two had parted ways. "When and how are we supposed to save Emily? And from what?"

"I'm glad you asked," Klaus responded slyly before repeating the plan to Five

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"There it is," Klaus whispered to his brothers, pointing out their entry point.

They crouched hidden among the bushes just outside the point of no return. A nun came out of the front door, followed by two others, and just as Klas said left the door open. Diego huffed quietly to himself and rolled his eyes. Klaus smiled widely.

"Okay," Five said shifting his jacket and bit and readying to jump. "Where is her room?" he asked staring at the building.

It was your typical, old-school convent turned boarding opp. The layout would be easy to figure out.

Klaus shut his eyes and mimicked going over a map with his fingers. "It should be, if memory serves me right, last one on the left, second floor," he said opening his eyes and looking toward the building too. "She always said one of the only good things she remembered about this place were the sunsets," he said quietly to himself with a sad sigh. "West side," he added.

And just like that Five was gone.

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He reappeared with a small pop in a girl's room. She was sound asleep, her back to where Five now stood. He crept to her bed and gently tried waking her.

"Emily," he whispered. "Emily wake up."

The girl began to stir, turning toward him. The sight of a boy by her bed had to be a dream. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, sitting up to wake up further. The realization that he was real hit her. Her eyes grew wide in terror and she screamed.

Five quickly covered her mouth. "Emily, please."

She quieted her screams realizing who he was and the fear in her eyes grew to confusion. She mumbled something into his hand.

"What?" he whispered, uncovering her mouth.

"I'm not Emily," she managed to stammer out quietly.

[xox-hitorabu-xox]

You misunderstood my words, I definitely think Izaya doesn't need a lover in canon in order to have a personal resolution, I just named the Shinzaya, Shizaya and Izamika ships because they're objectively the ships with more potential (and quantity of material) to evolve into something else, where situations are ambiguous enough (especially with Shinra and Shizuo) to be read in both ways. I mean, it's really easy to think Izaya might be in unrequited love with his "best friend" who doesn't (2)

give a shit and is totally obsessed with a monster or that is in love with his lifetime rival but in extreme denial because Shizuo’s first rejection hurt him deeply and since his heart is so fragile to break if filled with human love, betrayal or rejection, convincing himself to hate him while destroying his life, is the ultimate form of self-preservation (+ other additional stuff that came later), etc. It’s just a step from the two interpretations, that’s why it would take nothing to (2)

write something about Izaya’s past with Mikage and Kine, he didn’t because he lacked time. No big secret behind it, he was and still is involved in too many projects and lately even got sick and just recently recovered. Dude don’t get mad, I’m not saying that there is 0 potential between Izakage, like they’re already more steps ahead from Izanamie but still doesn’t seems like she’s one of the people who had an epic impact in his life, if by any case it’s revealed that she is, good for you. (3)I’m not really against anything and I read a bit of everything, but if someone comes at me asking: “What Drrr ship has the most potential/double interpretation material to build over in order to make it romantic?” and oc I’d reply Shinzaya, Shizaya and Izamika because I just have eyes to read and what I read tell this. It’s not like I prefer them or something, if Mikage was in Shinra’s place to give an example, that’d be the other way around. It’s nothing personal against the Izakage ship. (4)

If people don’t see potential in something doesn’t mean there isn’t in general, if Shizaya is so popular is specifically because so many people can see it because it’s really easy interpreting certain behaviors in different ways. It’s just Narita who can’t see this or any other mxm ship because is limited by homophobia and all ships need to be straight. But here we’re talking about potential not what will happen in canon, that’s why I say is all wasted unexplored potential. Too bad for him.(5)

Maybe I’m the only one who thinks IzayaxMikage is more or less on the same level of KadotaxIzaya. Like both know Izaya pretty well, they shared the high school period and know and acknowledge his flaws, still they still see some positivity in him. They’re impartial in jugding him, contrary to others who see him as Satan himself or Shinra who knows him more than anyone else still doesn’t care. Difference? None. IzayaxMikage has simply more chances because is a straight ship and that is sad af.

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First off, Narita has broken the INCEST taboo, literally having Kurui and Mairu, both girls and sisters, kissing, (whether or not they hold and attraction for Aoba/Kasuka as a side attraction is beside the point) so I HIGHLY doubt he’s a homophobe or worried about every ship being straight, that’s just you being salty over Shizaya not being canon(and don’t say you’re not, because otherwise you wouldn’t care about or have an issue with Narita not acknowledging Shizaya). And it’s not nice to accuse people homophobic unless it comes out of his own mouth, especially considering all the gay jokes and vibes throughout the anime and novels.

Nextly, all of this is you pushing your ship onto me and putting down my ship, which is just rude. On top of that, Claiming that Shizaya has SO MUCH potential while telling me my ship has next to none is also incredibly petty of you. I’m not gonna argue about Shinzaya or IzaMika one way or another, (KEEP IN MIND THAT I AM IN NO WAY BASHING SHIZAYA, I FULLY SUPPORT THE FANART AND FANFICTIONS FOR IT) but Shizaya is honestly the worse pairing to compare to IzaKage or ShinCelty. Unlike with all the other ships in Durarara!! Shizuo and Izaya hate each other, they try to kill each other on a daily basis, they can’t stand each other, they don’t like or admire anything about the other, and would never want to, it’s not even remotely love. It’s pure unrivaled hatred. While I enjoy Shizaya in fanfictions, I would NEVER wish for that pairing to become canon. 

And since you have basically put down ShinCelty and said that I shouldn’t go on about what isn’t healthy, let’s go on about what IS healthy. Unlike Shizuo and Izaya, Shinra and Celty never try to kill each other, they are physically attracted to each other, and above all else, Shinra makes Celty feel like an actual human being and Celty inspires Shinra act like a human being and keeps him from making terrible and inhumane choices on more than one occasion(like stopping him from killing Aoba). Celty is the one who encouraged Shinra to go make friends, Celty is the one who looks after him and his wounds after he was attacked by Adabashi, Shinra is the one who helps Celty find happiness and humanity. Yes, Shinra manipulated Celty and Celty was mad at him, but his feelings for her were still genuine, even if he was selfish and very questionable, arguably having even less morals than Izaya. But he never tried to have her killed, they don’t throw huge objects or knives at each other on a daily basis, they don’t frame each other for crimes, they don’t tell each other they’re not allowed to come into Ikebukuro or act like they own the town, they don’t prevent the other from making connections, or any of that. Shinra may have lied to her on more than one occasion, and may be twisted and done a lot of twisted things, but in comparison to Shizaya, Shincelty is innocent as hell and to even try to compare Shizaya to ShinCelty is really looking bad on you. I don’t ship ShinCelty or Izakage because it’s a straight, I ship it because of the mutual understanding and appreciation I feel they have for one another. 

I don’t see Shizaya as having potential in canon, Because Shizuo and Izaya bring out the worst in each other, they make each other’s lives worse(And Izaya literally wants Shizuo to become a monster, and can’t stand when he acts nice or like a human, unlike Shinra who would support Celty no matter what path she chose). Shizuo and Izaya want to avoid each other, especially in the novels, yet they keep picking fights and could NEVER get along. So comparing that level of toxicity to the level of toxicity of any of the mutual couples in Durarara is redundant. Hell, SHIZAYA MIGHT AS WELL BE DIOxJOJO FROM JBA BECAUSE IT’S JUST THAT BAD OF A HATRED. Though knowing you, you probably ship that.

Unlike you, I’m looking at logic. Hate is hate. That’s just a fact. Hate to that extreme doesn’t turn into love. 

On top of that, while maybe Izaya was angry about the rejection, he wanted to use Shizuo. And their first interaction wasn’t even in the novels from what I recall, that was anime only. But Shizuo had heard about the kind of person Izaya was beforehand, and Izaya had heard about Shizuo as well. Izaya approached Shizuo with the intentions to manipulate him. And Shizuo doesn’t help anything throughout the series. He only makes everything worse. Again, I don’t like fighting over ships, but you’re the one who came onto MY post and started attacking me, putting my ship down, and spamming my inbox with biased propoganda about why Shizaya would work and why IzaKage wouldn’t. Quite frankly, I’m getting tired of this.Also, just because something is super popular doesn’t always make that great. A lot of people out there ship pedophilia (30 year olds with 12 year olds or younger) more than they ship the actual canon pairings of some of the anime out there, but that doesn’t make it okay.Anyway, I’m done arguing about this.(I realized too late you said it WASN’T that you thought it had no potential. I feel like an idiot now, but I’m not taking back a lot of the other things I’ve said.

[miriamandvictoria]

Fun character bio

@ocprompting Fun Character Bio Victoria

Name

What is it?

Victoria Willsson

Does it mean anything, who gave it to them and why?

It doesn't have a specific meaning, but was given to her by Catherine Willsson, the woman who originally adopted her when she was two months old. Catherine died when Victoria was five, and her name is one of very few thing she has left of her.

Do they like it?

Yes, but sometimes they wonder what their biological mother might've called her

Is it a common name for their setting/culture, or is it obscure?

It's common

Other basics

Age?

52

Species?

Human

Personality traits

What are their most defining traits to their personality?

Absolutely past giving a shit about anyone, compassionate and protective, and very intelligent

What sticks out as soon as you meet them, what kind of first impression do they make?

First anyone would notice is that they are very creative. It shows in their clothes, in the way they act, everything. A real free spirited artist. They usually make a good first impression, but they can quickly be stereotyped as a 'quirky artist'

What are their good traits?

Creative, compassionate, intellegent, dependable

What are their bad traits?

A bit too artistic, not the best at socializing, naive (not in bussiness, but personal relations), strong fight or flight reflex (run away when things get over her head), proud

Any other traits?

Fiercely protective of her family

How do they describe themself, how do they view themself?

They see themselves as a grounded, dependable person with an a creative side. They don't have the best self-image, especially not when it comes to close relations, and often second guess themselves in pretty much anything they do, but they try to act proud and unwavering.

How do others describe them, how do others view them?

Others see them as a nice, dependable person and a good mother. They are often impressed by her determination to not give up on her creativity and artistic calling, even if they have to have a regular 9 to 5 job as well. Sometimes their uncertainty about close relations show, and it can be a bit unsettling because it appears to go against their confident and dependable nature.

What parts of their personality always prevail and are always present no matter what the situation is?

Her creativity and dependableness. She is always quick to come up with inventive solutions even in terrible situations, and even if she can sometimes be umcertain about close relations she will be there when you need her no matter what.

Are they a different person when you first meet them than when you get to know them, does it take them time to open up? Or are they an open book from the get go?

They are pretty much an open book from the get go, though you sometiems underestimate how complex the story is. The more you learm to know them the more you learn that there's a complecity to it that doesn't immidiatly show from the outside.

Appearance

Height?

About 185 cm

Body build/shape/weight?

Tall, lean and wide hips & larger breast.

Facial shape - What are their eyes like? How about their nose, or lips? Shape of cheeks? Eyebrows?

They have green eyes that are rather cat like - some of her friends claim they glow in the dark. Thin lips and nose. Sharp, downwards pointing eyebrows that can make her look angry even if she is just sad or concerned.

Hair - Is it short? Long? How is the texture/shape? How is the style? Do they wear it different ways or only one way? What colour(s) is it, and is that natural or changed?

Her natural hair colour is auburn, but they went gray in their mid-20s and coloured it a chocolate brown colour until her mid 30s. They had long (down to stomach, little longer) and straight hair until their late 20s. Since then it's a little past their shoulders in length, and it has it's natural texture which is wavy. They also curl it occasionally with quite good results.

Skin tone?

They're white (American)

Anything such as glasses? freckles? dimples? scars? any wrinkles?

She got slight crows feet and small wrinkles around her mouth. She also have dimples. She got reading glasses, but use them less often than she should. She has scars on her fingers from when she first learned to play guitar, because she didn't know how to tune it. She also has a c-section scar from having her daughter.

Do they look younger, average, or older than their age?

Physically they look a bit younger than their actual age, but their grey hair tend to 'give away' their real age.

How do they feel about their appearance? Do they like it, do they dislike it, is it mixed, or do they not place much value on their looks?

It's pretty mixed. They have good and bad days, like most people. She decidedly dislike how she look with glasses though.

Is there anything they would want to change about their appearance? Is there anything they refuse to change about their appearance?

When she was younger she definatly wished that she hadn't gone grey so early, and solved it by colouring leticoulesly and never letting any of the grey show. It was rather hard on her hair and she first started trying shorter hairstyles to make it easier for her and her hair. Nowadays she strictly tells herselg she is perfect the way she is, and leave it at that.

Gender identity/etc

What is their gender?Are they intersex or perisex (non intersex)? Or does their culture not even have different “sexes”? Are they cis or trans? Or does their culture not even assign genders?What are their pronouns?

Perisex cisgender female, she/her

Orientation/attraction (if oc is aro and/or ace, skip the ones you feel not applicable)

Sexual orientation/Romantic orientation?

Bisexual with a heavy preference for women

Are they dating anyone? Are they married? Do they want to get married? Or do they prefer ‘one night stands’?

They aree married to a woman called Miriam Willson-Paul. She met her when Miriam had just turned twenty, and she was twenty-six. They fell in love rather quickly, but it took 15 years before they got married, both due to trouble in the relationship and because it was not legall in either of their home states.

How do they react when they first fall for someone?

She's a head over heels kind of person. She falls in love quick and hard.

How do they react when they first begin being intimate with someone?

At first they can be worried and uncertain. They're not really very trusting when becoming intimate with new people, even if they love them dearly. This has however grown away a bit as they got older, and got more secure in themselves and the fact that it is not their fault if people chos eto leave, as logn as she doesn't do anything bad to the relationship.

How do they react further on down the relationship?

They get much more secure in themselves, and though they always fall hard from the get go, it truly starts to show when they get comfortable further down the line. Her wife once described it as 'the eruption of the emotional volcano'.

Do they change or do they stay the same but stronger feelings?

They stay the same. They're head ove rheels for the getgo, sp the only thign that happen is the feelings become more solid.

Do they have a lot of dating experience, a little, or none?

Only a little. A number of one night stands and two true loves in their life.

What ways do they express intimacy or love? Hugs, Kisses, Giving gifts, Doing favors, Creating things for them, Verbal flattery, etc?

Creating gifts, verbal flattery, favours and hugs & kisses

Are they casual or intense in the relationship?

Intense, once they dare to show it

Do they value the relationship as important and lasting, or just fun and fleeting? Are they fast or slow in their relationships?Are they dominant or passive in the relationship? Do they take the lead, let their partner(s) take the lead, a mixture, or is there no lead in their relationships?

They value it as important and lasting, they're fast in their head but pretty slow in reality. Once they're comfortable they are definatly dominant, though it rarely show because they got a more dominant partner. Usually its a mix of who take the lead. They got their insecurities and their expertises, and take lead accordingly.

Do they enjoy sexual aspects to their relationship more, or romantic aspects more?

They enjoy both equally, but they have a Demisexual partner who do not enjoy sex as much, so Romantic has come to be most important.

Do they have any sexual interests that they do with their partner(s), either for themself or for their partner(s)?

Not really, they like sex as such but they'r enot very adventurous and their partner doesn't much care for sex.

What do they do if there is something upsetting in their relationship, how do they handle slight turmoil in their relationships? (as in, not abuse, but a small/singular problem)? Are they confident when with a partner, or are they insecure? If they are confident, how do they feel about confident partners? How about insecure partners? if insecure, then how do they feel about confident partners? or insecure partners?

Usually they try to run from the problem. She and her partner are terrible at communicating, and especially when they were younger she could spend weeks sleeping on the couch in a silent stand-off. Omce they get comfy, they are very confident but their wife is even stronger, which sometiems make them look insecure in comparising. However, small issues can make them both dissolve into insecure messes, so it's really individual to the situation. They do, however, like someone who is confident in a relationship.

Do they have a 'type’? Personality wise, what do they enjoy in a partner(s)? Looks wise, what do they enjoy as well?How well do they handle heartbreak?

They do't have a type, but prefer women over men and do find hair very fascinating, so women with longer hair and more elaborate hair styles are more intresting. They are terrible at heart break! They still have a lot of emotional scars & unproccessed trauma from their first real heart-break. It was an on and off relationship with a married man who abused drugs and alcohol. It also included a triangle drama with his jelous wife, her girlfriend of the time and several assorted women that he played with. It ended with the man killing himself with drugs and alcohol, and Victoria still carries a lot of deeply rooted issues from it.

Platonic relationships

What kinds of people do they make friends with? What kinds of people DON’T they make friends with?

They caan make friends with just about anyone, but will drop you if you are not faithful to your partner or talk shit about people who are mot present.

What kinds of things do they enjoy to do with friends?

They lile to sing and play music with their friends, as well as paint and sculpt. Their own hobbies, but with others. Otherwise just going out fir a beer or to the movies is fine too.

Do they like to chill at home, go out somewhere exciting, hang at a quiet coffee shop, etc? Do they enjoy a large friend group or small? Would they rather a few great friends, or many good friends?

They like to go out, but can stay home too. Its fine with either for her. She has a few trusted friends that she stick to, and a large group of shallow aquintances.

Do they make friends with anyone easily, or are they selective? How long does it take them being around a person to consider them a friend? How do they handle a fight with a friend? How do they express their friendship? What kinds of things do they do to/with friends to let them know they care for them?

They make friends easily, but to really have a strong bond with them will take years and years until you can be accepted a 'proper' friend. They handle fights terrible. People usually avoid fighting them because they know how bad it can get. They express their friendship through unwavering lpyalty and dependability. They will always be there.

Animals

How do they feel about animals as a whole? Do they view them as friends, helpers, tools/rescources, equal companions, annoyances, or enemies?

They love animals!

Do they have a favourite animal, for any reason? A least favourite animal?

Favourite animal are dogs. No least favourite.

Do they have any pets? Have they formally had pets? If no pet, do they want one?Are they good with animals or are they bad with them?

They are great with animals! They have three dogs, their wife has a cow and a horse, and their son has a cat.

Food/Diet

What kinds of food do they enjoy? What kinds of foods do they not enjoy?

They like hardy homecooked comfort food. They dislike sleak, fat free upscale resturant food.

Do they eat a little, a lot, or somewhere inbetween? If a little, Do they only eat a little due to being poor/conserving, or is there another reason such as culture/religious/etc? If a lot, do they do so due to money/abundance of food, or would they still find a way to eat a lot even if poor? 

They eat a lot when their wife has cooked for them, but left alone they eat very little both due to having had little money growing up and early on in their adulthood, and due to not really mich experiencing hunger.

Do they have any food allergies, or restrictions such as vegetarian/vegan/pescetarian/etc? If the latter, is it a personal belief, a cultural belief, a religious belief, due to allergies, or something else?

No allergies

Do they view food as just sustenance or as a pleasure? Or balance it out? If given a big plate of food, do they eat their fav food first or last? If given a big plate of food, do they eat it all at once, or save some for later?

Again, if someone else cook its pleasure, otherwise its sustenance. They eat their fav food last always. If given a big plate they'll take it all on the spot. They were raiaed with the principle of 'clean plates equal respect for the cook'.

How do they feel on sweets? How do they feel on sour foods? How do they feel on spicy foods? How do they feel on bland/basic foods?Are they good at cooking/baking, or do they instead just buy premade meals? Do they cook basic storebought foods or do they make food from scratch? Or if rich, do they pay someone else to prepare their foods?

They like sweets, but prefer savoury food. Sour is not a taste they care much for. Spicy food they've come to like because their wife likes cooking spicy mexican cuisine. Bland/basic foods work well for them if theyre cooking for themselves. They're rather mediocre at cooking but will do simple form scratch meals for themselves rather than buy preprepped.

Social/political beliefs

What are their views on social groups?

They think that the society is way too segregated as is today.

Are they open minded or close minded? Are they progressive, or do they dislike if their society changes?

They're open minded, and are posetive to a lot of changes since they're youth since its made it easier for her and her wife.

What is the government like in their setting? Do they like the way it is set up, or not? Do they like their current leader, or not?

They live in modern day America. They do not like the leaders and think the system could be better.

Fashion

What kinds of clothes do they like?

They're a real redneck and like shirts and cowboy boots and jeanse most the time.

What kinds of things will they include in every outfit?

There is always colour. They would never dress all black, white or grey

What kinds of clothes do they dislike? What kinds of things would they refuse to wear?

They dislike smart suits and you can never get them to wear fancy fabrics like silk, cashmiere etc

Any accessories they always wear, like a bracelet, hair tie, ring, locket, etc? Does it have any significance?

They often wear earings. They always have their wedding ring, even if they may not admit its a wedding ring.

What is their relationship with clothing? Do they wear what’s comfortable, what they aesthetically like, what is easy to work in/what fits their profession, something formal, something casual?

They're pretty casual and artsy. They care a lot for aestethic, but will always make sure they are practical and comfortable too.

Do they view clothes as just fabric to cover their body, or do they consider it an important/integral part of their identity, or somewhere in between? Do they prefer to have less or more skin exposed in their outfits? Do they wear as little as possible, or maybe do they use clothes to hide something about themselves?

Its an important part of their identity. When they were young they could be pretty skimpily clad, but have become more and more prudish with the years. Especially her C-section scar is something she is keen to cover at any cost.

Do they live somewhere with the same temperature/weather all year, or does the climate change? if it does change, do they change their clothes by the changing seasons, or do they stick to their “brand” no matter what? if it doesn’t change, do they like having the same style clothes all year or not?

They live in an area with relatively predictable weather, but will stick to their 'brand' no matter what.

Disabilities

Do they have any physical disorders/ailments/etc?

No

Do they have any mental disorders/ailments/etc? What about, are they neurodivergent?

They quite possibly have PTSD as a result of traumatic events in their past, as well as some abadonment issues from being abadoned as a baby, and having her first adooted parent die when she was five, but has never been to a psychiatrist. They are not neurodivergent.

Hobbies and talents

Do they have any hobbies or recreational interests? Do they practice them a little at a time/during whatever free time, or are their hobbies more time consuming and take up a good deal of their day/week/etc? Is their hobby to de stress, to bring fulfillment, to build up a skill, or another reason?

They paint, sculpt, sing and play rythm guitarre. Painting and sculpting take a lot of their time in the week. It is both destressing and a thing that fills her with personal fullfillment as it is a skill since shes had since a child and she feel successful as a person as she develop it.

Why do they do their hobby? What made them pick up/do this hobby? Is their hobby something done in their alone time, or something done in a group setting/with friends?

All theur hobbies are things that has come naturally to them since childhood. Thry love doing it with others, but their subject and the contents might vary a lot deoending on who is presemt/watching.

What kinds of talents do they have? What are they good at? Is it something more well regarded like singing, dancing, painting, etc.. or something more obscure like quickly organizing things alphabetically, remembering what kind of flowers their friend likes, or another skill that isnt as widely seen as a typical “talent/skill”?

Painting, sculpting, singing and playing guitarre are their skills. All widely regarded skills that are taken seriously.

is there any type of hobby they detest and would never partake in? Is there any sort of skill or subject they are just completely bad at? Is there a hobby they wish they could try? Is there a skill they wish they had?

Not really. They are a well rounded person who is not completely horrible at snything really, even if they defiantly have their owm expertise. They are also willing to try most things if someone want them to.

Are their hobbies or skills more practical and useful in a job or career, more suited for social life/aspects, more creative and for fun, or do they serve a different kind of purpose in their life?

They use their hobbies as a career, but most freely they handle it as a job on the side of their normal job.

Religion and spirituality

Are they religious?

No, they are an atheist. They only partcipate when their wife, who is religious, ask them to.

Where they raised on their faith, or did they convert in later?

They were raised christaim, but a very liberal type of christinaity that did not include visiting the local church as their mother found it too negatibe and restrictive compared to her take on christianity. They decided they were atheist around age fifteen.

financial status/job

What financial class do they belong to? Are they a ruler/royalty, nobility, upper class, middle class, lower class, or poor as can be?Were they born in to this class, or came in to it later on?

They are normal middle class citizensbut was raised in a finacially limited family.

What is their job, if they have one?

They're an art teacher on a middle school level. They sell art and sculptures on the side.

How do they earn their money, or at least things like food and other necessities? Do they enjoy their work, do they only work for the money, or do they detest their job?

They do not much like their normal job but love selling art and sculptures and doing paid jobs as a preelance artist. Their favourite thing is doing album covers.

Is work something enjoyable or is it stressful?Is this their dream job, or is there something they’d like to be doing more?

Its stressful and definatly not the dream job to be a teacher - they want to be an artist full time.

What is stopping them - do they not have the social class, do they not have the money or ability to achieve it, or do they maybe just not believe they’re capable?

They do mot become an artist fulltime because they've had three kids to look after and did not think it was economically viable evem if they do make some money on it on the side. As they grow older and the kids move out, they're considering going straight at it.

Phobias

Do they have any phobias or fears?

They have a fear of abadonment that can be triggered by foghting with friends and family, amogn other things

After escaping the situation, how do they recover?

Lots of tlc with family or friends.

How long does it take to do so?

Between a few hours and a few days. Usually it last until the trigger that started it is resolved.

Is their fear easily able to be overcome after facing it once or twice, or is it something more chronic and they have the same response no matter how often they experience it?

Its chronic

Does their fear come from a frightening life experience, or is it more 'random’ and not 'derived’ from anything?

It comes from being abadoned as a baby of two months, her first adooted parent then dying when she was five.

Fun/misc

When playing truth or dare, which option do they take when asked?

Dare!

If hypothetically stranded on an island for a week, what three objects and three people would they take with them?

Pocket knife, waaterbottle with cleaning filter and their wife

If given 3 wishes, what would they wish for?

More dogs, to meet their Bio. Mum and for their first love not to have died.

What’s their fav music genre?

Folk/Country

What’s their fav tv/book genre?

Fantasy & historical fiction

Fav video game genre?

They don't play videogames

Do they like board games, or do board games frustrate them?

They get frustrated, but they still played it a lot with their kids

Do they sing in the shower? Do they sing when they cook? Do they sing when doing chores?

Yes on all 3

How do they react to having an annoying song stuck in their head for 3 days?

They play it 24/7 until its out of their head

Are they good with kids?

Yes

What’s the quickest way to make them smile/laugh?

Remind them of something embaressing they did once.

Quickest way to make them cry/break their heart?

Pick a fight and walk away before it can be resolved/fail to accept apolegise/explanations

Quickest way to get on their nerves/piss them off?

Cheat on your partner

How do they sleep? Light sleeper, heavy sleeper, do they snore? do they toss and turn or are they a brick?

They toss around a lot, and is quite a light sleeper. Snore a lot.

Do they own a comfort object?

Yes, a rag doll in the shape of a White bunny with a blue dress.

Do they own a sacred object?

A 1950s J-200 Gibson Guitarre

Do they own a useful object? Any sort of thing they own that they heavily rely on for something?

Their painting/sculpting equipment.

Zodiac sign?

Libra

Do they care about this sort of thing?

No

How do they react to/act when they are sick?

They try to get through it but often end up covered in blankets on the couch while their wife looks after them

How do they react to/act when in pain?

They get aggressive

How do they react to/act when hungry?

They rarely notice and it doesn't affect them much when they don't eat.

Any tropes that apply? Or, what is their basic “character type”?

Nope

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Just sharing my oc Iiestr and some of the building I've done! He's my favourite of because he was originally a cat person, then a cat shape shifter, then a person, then a cat, and now he is a shapeshifter (panther) with different names every time I polished him up: Finn, Flynn, Flyn, Jean, and finally Iiestr. He comes from Deliengea, a fantasy world.

Also, my writing blog is here for more info @nothingbutchilledwriting

Iiestr wanted nothing more than to be just like his mother: Proud, hard-headed and stubborn. She was the most amazing warrior, holding her head high against anyone and anything, and admired her skill, expertise and determination. He wanted to be revered, respected, as a figure of strength, endurance, and everything else his mother stood for. She played by her own rules, listened to nobody but herself, and tolerated no bullshit.

He has, in some aspects, lived up to his mother’s name; being the stubborn, relentless, and proud mf he is. However, most of her teachings were lost on him and, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach the same calibre of his mother’s technique and precision.

(Having come from a low income, poor and struggling background, Iiestr didn’t have much to look forward to. He only had his mom and her teachings but he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Many of his early teenage years consisted of scavenging, pick pocketing and surviving on crumbs that it left no time or room to practise what she taught him. It didn’t help either that the military beat what little knowledge he had left out of him.

Iiestr doesn't quite have a goal. He just wants peace and quiet. Nobody to bother or pester him during his alone time (read all the time), and no noise, questions or emotions or people he has to be considerate of.

He exists in the present and has very little planning for the future and takes it day by day.

He just really needs his space and doesn't enjoy any many people in his personal bubble or even 10ft away from him. He doesn't trust people and would rather keep his distance than test boundaries or limits, so he can come off as cold or standoffish to people who are new to him. His comfort and safety always come first, no matter the situation, and he'll ensure that himself first hand if need be.

However, other than this, there is another thing that Iiestr would probably want the most is to have Murtair back. They ended with a nasty fight and he hasn't seen Murtair for months now. Missing the company of his partner and his shenanigans (despite Murtair pissing him off half the time just for shits and giggles), Iiestr regrets walking away even though he was completely justified to do so. He's still very hurt but wants to amend the relationship before it's too late, except he doesn't know how and his pride prevents him from making amends. So he just sits and waits, hoping that Murtair would come to him first so that he didn't have to take that first step.

He can be a sarcastic ass and really cold but to be honest, he just doesn't know how to express himself all that well, often too tired to talk, and doesn't trust strangers. His interactions with the group are probably the my favourite aspect of his character because he can go from the protective big brother with the twins to being an absolute douche to Elodea because he thinks it's fun to wind her up.

His voice is kinda low, not really deep kinda average, and he has a light scottish accent. He doesn't sing but he does enjoying humming. If he tried singing he could be decent but he doesn't enjoy it. Can't whistle to save his life.

Pasive agressive and incredibly violent. Iiestr doesn't like people and he isn't the best with interactions so he has made a few enemies. When he gets into a fight, he fights dirty and anything goes. He won't actively pursue an enemy but if he does happen to find one, Iiestr is one them before they can blink.

He's cold and vulgar and doesn't really give a shit. Intimidating as hell, merciless and an asshole when he wants to ward people off.

When it comes to fear, he squashes it down and forces himself through it. He sees it as weakness and refuses to let himself give in to fear, or even feel it for a moment. He ignores it, sweeps it under the rug, but once he gets overwhelmed, he's running in the opposite direction.

People think he is anti social but he can be really open and conversational with particular people. So most of the time he is by himself (by choice) and avoids crowded areas. His social battery drains real quick, not that he has much to begin with, and he needs time after to recharge.

Iiestr's biggest turning point was when he lost his mother. She was his biggest supporter, his source of love and affection. Constantly teaching him new skills like archery and sewing.

But when she suddenly disappeared at age 10, he felt like he lost a piece of himself along with her. Crying out in the middle of the night for months on end for somebody that would never come.

Since then, things just started spiraling down hill faster than Iiestr could cope with.

He was practically alone after this, since nobody knew where his father was either. And he didn't have any known relatives. So for two and a half years, he lived by himself, pick pocketing, stealing and doing whatever he could to get money.

This lead to him getting thrown into prison multiple times, getting roughed up by random strangers who had a strange vendetta against kids, and accidentally getting involved with dangerous groups and practises.

Those two and half years, of dealing with the loss of his mother and the constant fight to survive, had left him cold, emotionless, distrusting of people and with a shit tonne of trauma. He was no longer the happy, go lucky boy he was before. The shy kid that would hide underneath his mother's dress, playing with the rabbits in the garden while his mother watched. That boy was gone.

He picked up bad habits such as slouching from his mother cause she always seemed to hunch over. But as soon as she noticed, she actively put effort into standing straight so that Iiestr wouldn't grow up with crap posture (he still slouched though).

His mother taught him how to play a wind instrument, similar to a flute. He wasn't very good at it but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, his mother would ask to hear him play, especially in the the mornings, while she gardens.

She also taught him useful skills such as seeing, how to mend clothes, stitching and such. Teaching him archery aswell because he saw her do it once and he was so fascinated that he demanded she teach him.

With the archery, she taught him never to use animals for target practise or to kill without reason. If he was going to kill, he had to pray for the animal before killing it and he had to use the entire body and leave nothing to waste.

THIS IS SO COOL and so emotionally wrenching and just wonderful!!! You will ALWAYS hook me into reading any fiction with a cat-related character :) :) :)

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(Introducing...my character sona, Saphire Flames)

• (Name)

I created my own character oc named Saphire Flames. Saphire is her first name. Flames is her last name. 'Saphie' is her nickname. Her name has a secret hidden meaning.

• (Appearance)

- Saphire Flames is a young, beautiful, attractive teenage girl with long, pink knee-length hair that go down to her knees. A hair length you wouldn't normally see because it's soo long. Her hair is naturally straight. Sometimes it's straight, sometimes it's wavy. She's sometimes curl it for special occasions when she's dressed up fancy, like when going to a party, or a banquet hall. But her 'casual' hair appearance is 'straight'. She mostly has it straight most of the time. She has magic hair. When going out, she wears tight tank tops, crop tops, mini skirts, & shirts. She dresses sexy. She also wears bright, neon, kawaii, colorful colors. Her wardrobe has lots of colorful clothes of every color of the rainbow. You could say her style is cute 'BUT' sexy-that's how she dresses. When going out, she also wears a magical mini colorful double triple ice-cream scoop pendant. It's a necklace, a pendant. There's a mini ice-cream cone with 6 scoops of ice-cream on top. That's how it looks like. It's an ice-cream pendant. But this is no ordinary pendant. It's a 'magic' pendant. She wears platform shoes. (Not heels though) She only wears heels for special occasions, like when she's going to take a picture at a studio, when going to a party, a banquet hall, a wedding, etc. These are a different type of platform she wears. They're NOT 'fancy' platforms. They're 'casual' platforms ('Casual' shoes in the form of platform)

- (What each part of her appearance represents)

° (Her hair)

Her hair represents her 'uniqueness'. It represents her being 'different' from the others. Her hair is 'knee-length, it goes down to her knees. You wouldn't normally see hair that long, much less 'longer' hair than that. It's something you wouldnt normally see, something that's not very common, something 'different' than what you'd normally see. You'd normally see shorter hair than that. Because of her hair being longer than hair with a 'common'/'normal' hair length, the creator of this character (me) chose her unusually long hair to represent her uniqueness and how she's different. Besides, she (Saphire) likes it like that-she likes having her hair long.

° (Her pendant)

Her necklace (pendant) represents "magic". Saphire is a "magical" girl who secretly has nonhuman magical super powers. She has magic powers. And her pendant is magical, just like her powers, that's why I chose her pendant to represent her magic powers.

° (Her clothes)

Her clothes represent "sexiness" and "cuteness" because she wears sexy clothes, she's sexy and hot, and because she likes bright, colorful colors, just like her clothes. She likes colorful colors, just like her clothes. She's cute, just like her clothes. She's hot and sexy, just like her clothes, that's why the clothes represent who she is.

° (Her platforms)

Her platform shoes represent that she's "NOT" little. She's "NOT" a little girl. She's a young lady, a young adult. Her platform shoes make her look tall, they make her look more like a grown up. Little kids are "not" tall, that's why her platforms represent that she's a young woman, 'not' a little girl. Her shoes represent her grown up side.

• Powers and abilities

Saphire is an extraordinary girl who has super powers. She has magic powers. She has multiple different powers. In fact, she has 'every single' super power, more than 100 different powers. Since it's my character, I can use my imagination to make her do ANYTHING I want her to do. Some examples would be..

1) (Teleportation)

She can teleport from location to location and from place to place, without going/walking there. She can go anywhere at any time. She can go anywhere in the world in 2 seconds, even if it's very far from where she is. She can go to the other side of world, and even outside of the planet earth - outer space, other dimensions. She has dimensional scissors.

2) (Super speed/bunny rocket blast)

She has super speed. She has the power to move very fast, and I mean REALLY fast. She can run and fly really fast. In fact, she can run faster than any human and animal on earth. She's the fastest girl in the world. She can run faster than the speed of light. She can 'literally' run the entire planet earth 50 times in 3 seconds. She has used this power to run faster than every other student in her p.e. class, leaving her classmates and teachers surprised with their mouths hanging open. When the p.e. teacher wants the class to run in the track, a little bit of her super speed could really come in handy if you want to be the fastest. No student could catch up to her. She was too fast. Not only could she run and fly really fast, she can also move herself rapidly without having to run or fly by using 'bunny rocket blast'. 'Bunny rocket blast' shoots a powerful blast of energy and bunnies. Used by Saphire to leap for a far distance.

3) (Flight)

She can fly. She can float in the air. It's a way of moving herself when she doesn't want to walk, like when she's been walking a lot and is tired, instead of continuing to make herself more tired by walking, she can fly when her legs get tired from too much walking.

4) (Little mini invisible taxi)

She has a little mini invisible taxi, and she can make little mini invisible taxis appear. 'Little mini invisible taxi' is an invisible car/convertible. The difference is that her 'little mini invisible taxi' is smaller than the average car - the size of one or those little toy convertibles that little kids get on and drive, that's how big her 'little mini invisible taxi' is. It has room for 2 people. Her 'little mini invisible taxi' can fly/float in the air, it's a flying car, so she can fly in the air while driving to where she's going. Like driving a regular car, 'but' instead of being on the road, you're up in the air while you're driving. 'Little mini invisible taxi' is invisible. You can't see it, but you can feel it. Just like a car, 'Little mini invisible taxi' can take you where you want to go, but instead of being on the road - Yup, you guessed it - You'll be up in the air while being on a flying car. When she's on that car going somewhere, usually people stop and stare as they see some strange girl floating on air riding an invisible convertible, and they go like.. 0.o "Wtf??!" as they have puzzled expressions on their faces while thinking about it and wondering how that's even possible. I mean, wouldn't you also have the same reaction too if you were to see someone floating on air driving an invisible car? (Impossible in real life, but not in Saphire's universe, these are 2 different universes we're talking about here, the REAL life one, & Saphire's universe which obviously isn't real, 'don't' compare this to the real world, cause I'm NOT describing real life, I'm describing a fantasy world where ANYTHING can happen, so therefore it is okay to say that Saphire can do all of these impossible things.)

- Invisible

- Flying car

- The size of a little toy convertible for kids

5) (Invisibility)

She can turn herself invisible.

6) (The all seeing eye)

One of her most important abilities. She has the power of the all seeing eye - the ability to know and see where a person is, and what they are currently doing right now. Perfect for finding a missing/lost person or pet. She can see where ANYONE is and what they're doing, no matter where she is. Seeing them from miles away as though they were right there right in front of you. This kind of power can be dangerous if you don't use it correctly, it's a very powerful and dangerous unique ability only Saphire was born with, it's a part of her.

(Saphire) : "Hmm, I wonder where Daniela is right now, and what she's doing right now..💡 I know! I shall use the power of the all seeing eye to find out." *Gets her wand and puts in front of her. She raises her wand and grabbed it with both hands* She started saying the magic words : "I summon the all seeing eye to tear a hole into the sky. Reveal to me that which is hidden. Unveil to me what is forbidden" As she said those magic words, her want started to light up, wind began to blow on her hair, her hair began to move as the wind blew it, and the things around her started to move as the wind blew on them. Then, she was shown where Daniela is currently at, & what she is doing at the moment.

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