#Yes Amber is demisexual

[eruden-writes]

Scent Match - Part 9 (Augustine & Amber)

lycan x human celebrity x non-celebrity

Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan heartthrob, Augustine Prime.

But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.

However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.

All because of her scent.

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Given Augustine’s consent, Amber hummed and closed her eyes to focus on her task. For a time, she focused on him. It was easier to focus on pleasuring him than to combat the simmering embarrassment at the edges of her thoughts. As her mouth worked up and down his length, her fingers toyed with his knot with light touches. The heat emanating from him, the graze of his fur against her, the way his breath caught when her tongue traversed over a particularly good spot.

Yeah, this was simpler than her own deep-brewing emotions. It also distracted her from the memories with prior partners, their mean laughter or-

Amber shoved the recollections from her head. No. She was focusing on this, focusing on Augustine. All other thoughts dissipated as her focus zeroed in on him.

Unaware of the emotional minutiae plaguing Amber’s thoughts, Augustine relished in the circumstance. The hot, soft feel of her paired with her steady pace agonized and thrilled him. He wanted more. His fingers flexed briefly, tempted to grab her by the head, but he dug his claws into the sheets. Keeping his hips from bucking into her warm mouth was harder, but he managed.

The last thing he wanted to do was risk startling her or scaring her off. He didn’t want to see her disappointed or affronted expression if he reciprocated. This was entirely about her getting comfortable with him.

Besides, Amber’s mouth and hands were plenty enough to focus on without him touching her.

But, gods, he wanted to touch her.

Augustine bit down on the desire, sinking back onto the bed to just feel Amber’s mouth work or her hands caress him. Warmth and wetness and the little, absentminded sounds she made while on his cock razed through him.

She hadn’t taken him fully into her mouth again. While her head bobbed, one of her hands stroked his neglected length as her other hand stroked his knot. As soon as her pace increased, as soon as she took a little more of him with every pass, heat tightened in his center. In small ways, Augustine tried to shift for fuller friction, more sensation, as he pressed his head back and panted, deep rumbles echoing in his chest.

It was only after a particular squeeze of her hand and a dip of her head that Augustine realized the pressure building in him was cresting. A sudden throb through his cock, drawing a grunt from him, made him all the more aware of his oncoming orgasm. “A-Amber, I’m gonna come if you don’t st– Fuck.”

Augustine jerked forward, off the bed, as she took him fully in her mouth again, both hands squeezing at his knot. He curled over Amber’s head with his hands crooked and twitching. He just barely kept from grabbing her, from pushing her further down as his hips finished her job. His chest heaved as she stared at her, lips pressed to his knot and expression one of calm.

“Mhm?” She hummed, staring up at Augustine innocently as her fingers alternated in squeezing touches.

Amber couldn’t hide the slight curl of her lips as Augustine stared down at her. He looked quite the sight. Fur mussed and golden eyes wide, ears pricked forward. The movement of his hands hadn’t been missed, either. He was close to just grabbing her, but was holding back. Part of her appreciated that.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he explained, tone tinged with desperation and concern. Augustine could feel Amber’s amusement as her smile twitched around him. He had to swallow down his nerves before he managed to press further, “Are you okay with that?”

She gave a positive hum, but when his concern didn’t soften, she gave him a nod. Well, as good of a nod as she could give with her mouth being full of him.

Still, Augustine didn’t jump on her consent. He wasn’t sure how well his restraint would hold out and, given the moment’s pause, he had to ask, “Can I thrust and touch you?”

Amber lazily bobbed her head up and down his cock, feeling how his member twitched against her tongue as she thought. On the second pass, she pulled off him, swiping the back of her palm against her mouth to wipe away any stray spittle. “Don’t choke me or force me down, alright?”

A bright expression lit up his face as he nodded excitedly. His reaction made something in Amber twist, delighted and a little uncertain. Augustine’s hand landing softly on her head dissipated any potential concerns. At his gentle guidance, Amber neared his dick again, taking him in her mouth in a languid fashion.

With one hand braced on the bed, the other holding the back of her head, Augustine half-stood from the bed. The return of her hot, moist mouth ignited heat down his spine. He thanked his stars for the foresight in asking for more control. If he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure how well he would have held out.

His pace began slowly, feeling Amber’s reactions out until he dared to pump his hips faster, a little harder. Augustine was still cognizant of her reactions, her body language. He adjusted his pace, the power of his thrusts, based on Amber’s sounds and the way she tensed or relaxed. Soon, he found a satisfactory pace, though with every whimper or gasp from her, he had to fight the urge to bare down harder.

Not in charge of the pace any longer, Amber closed her eyes and let her hands drift up and down his tense thighs, feeling the muscles strain beneath his fur. Despite not being in full charge, she still rocked on her knees to meet his thrusts, pushing him further down her throat that he would have otherwise gone.

He was being careful, she knew. Complicated feelings swirled inside her, though mostly carnal heat pounded at her center. She forced those complicated feelings further from thought by focusing on the situation. The way Augustine’s hips jerked, his fur dragging across her cheeks, his claws curving a little further against her scalp as his hips moved, his breaths escaping as panting half-groans.

As his pace increased, Amber rocked faster and harder against him. His pulse throbbed against her tongue, cock twitching with every thrust. Led by instinct, her hands drifted back to his knot and squeezed tight with his every thrust. By the third squeeze, his cock bounced wildly just before thick heat exploded in her mouth. Augustine snarled - the sound scraping deliciously down Amber’s spine - and jerked forward, curling over her.

His body wracked with trembles, Amber once again took over. Pulling back enough so she could milk his length, she swallowed down mouthfuls of his slight salty-sweetness while Augustine continued to groan and twitch.

Only when she was sure he was done did Amber lean back, again wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand as she stared up at him. He wasn’t entirely terrible to get naughty with, she decided. Of course, a blowjob didn’t say much, but at least she enjoyed his taste, his sounds, the way he tensed and moved.

Above all else, Augustine had been attentive and accommodating.

Her stare hadn’t been lost on Augustine. As much as he relished in her attention, he couldn’t help but feel there had to be more. Maybe she expected more. He waited for her to say something, sensing the pensive nature of her thoughts, before he decided to break the silence. “Do you want me to return the favor?”

“What do you mean?” Amber cocked her head to the side, his question interrupting her own thoughts on their encounter.

“I could eat you out.” His orgasm must have burned his own caution to a crisp, Augustine realized as Amber’s eyes widened. He couldn’t tear his intent gaze from Amber as his nose twitched. Sweet lust still stained the air, tugging at his instincts. “I know you’re wet and aroused. I can smell it on you.”

Amber’s eyes dropped to his maw. A thrill sliced down her spine as Augustine licked his chops, flashing one of those wolfish smiles at her. Unable to meet his gaze with the flush burning her cheeks, she focused on a patch of Augustine’s thigh.

Just when he thought she was going to reject his offer, Amber mumbled, “Yeah, sure.”

In no time, Augustine had her tossed to the bed, back to the mattress. He’d managed to haul her up farther on the bed so he could kneel between her legs. The sensation of his warm hands, rough pads grazing her thighs, made Amber yelp and half-raise up on her elbows.

His actions froze, gold eyes darting to her. Amber’s heart skipped in her chest, feeling equal parts shameful and disconcerted. “I-I don’t want to get fully naked.”

A gentle smile crossed Augustine’s lips as he tilted his head to the side a little. “I have to take your panties off at least.”

Under his soft look, Amber clamped her mouth shut as heat burned hotly across her cheeks. He was going to find out. She was commando under her dress and sopping wet with excitement. Amber couldn’t bring herself to tell him verbally, though.

Augustine soon found the reason for her sudden silence. As his hands edged further up, nudging the hem of her dress higher and higher, there was no further fabric separating him from Amber. He stared down at her bared pussy, eyes roving as his nose twitched. Between the sight and her unhindered heady scent, his mouth watered obscenely. She must have felt his hungry eyes on her naked form, since she fell back and covered her face with her arms. Her self-conscious little whine only stoked lurid feelings within Augustine.

He wanted her to know how wonderful, how beautiful she was to him.

Amber swallowed a whimper as she sensed his mouth close in on her, feeling his breaths puff along her naked flesh. Anticipation and arousal coiled through her nerves, refusing any self-conscious inclination to pull away. The sensation of his tongue - hot and broad and wet - tentatively tracing her slit made Amber’s whole body jerk. Delight blossomed out along her nerves, replacing uncertainty with need.

Her reaction stoked excitement in Augustine as her scent, fuller and heady between her thighs, dizzied him. Or maybe it was her taste on his tongue, so sweet it pulled a moan from him. Before he had even let his mouth touch her, she was wet and glistening and so, so beautiful. He needed to hear more, feel her tense and shudder, come undone under his mouth. Moving faster, more intent, his tongue swirled around Amber's clit, feeling her curve off the bed with a keening whimper.

It was embarrassing to Amber how quickly she devolved into a trembling mess under his eager licking. She wasn't even sure when she lifted her hips to meet his hot wet maw or when her hand had migrated to the back of his head, fingers buried in his fur. Her other hand fisted into the sheets, bunching fabric under crooked digits. A creeping sense of heat crawled over Amber's body as her open-mouthed gasps tangled with her moans.

Augustine's growl and the way he bore down harder, his tongue delving into her and curving to nudge against her little erogenous spot, made a thrill twang through Amber. Even the graze of his teeth made her nerves burn with excitement. She wanted more, wanted to really feel everything Augustine had to offer, take it all.

Again her body jerked, her knees rising to squeeze against Augustine's head.

She wasn’t sure how long his eager lapping went on, how long she was a writhing and moaning mess under his tongue. Pleasure seared through her body and rebounded to simmer through her as a fresh wave crashed over her. Maddening and delirious. The carnal joy almost hurt as her body tightly clenched and tensed, twisting under preparation.

When the pressure crested and slammed through her, Amber lurched forward. “Augustine!”

Her thighs clamped tight to the sides of his face, pressing him closer to her center. Not that he needed goading. Her cry coupled with her orgasm sent a possessive pulse through him and he continued to tongue her.

Amber’s head lolled back, breathy moans escaping her even as Augustine happily licked up her taste. A few languorous moments passed as he licked her clean, before he finally pulled away.

A delightful singe crept over her body even as he pulled away. The shift of his fur against her bare thighs tickled, making her arch and sigh. Then Augustine’s words crashed through her afterglow, “Made you scream my name.”

Amber’s eyes snapped open, renewed heat staining her cheeks as her head jerked to glare at him. “You–!”

She was about ready to push him away, thinking this had all gone according to some convoluted plan of his, before Augustine’s soft chuckle stopped her. “I prefer this to what I meant earlier.”

Unable to ignore her curiosity, Amber narrowed her eyes. “What did you mean earlier?”

His face fell, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling as a dour expression creased his features. Heaving a heavy sigh, he mimicked the put-out bemoan he’d heard many a-time before, “Augustine.”

Oh, that’s what he meant. Easing from her paranoia, she combed her fingers through his fur. There was a thread of pain beneath Augustine’s reenactment, something Amber didn’t quite know how to address.

“Well, you are exasperating,” she mused, teasing as gently as her touches felt.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed as he closed his eyes, resigned to the thought. Between Amber’s touch and the cushion of her thigh, Augustine could have happily fallen asleep. Well, he could if his turgid erection wasn’t digging into the bed.

“I mean, you’ve asked me to marry you barely knowing me,” Amber went on, rolling her eyes. Part of her still needled for that more realistic outcome. Something where he’d laugh and pull away, say it was all a joke. On the other hand, part of her sympathized with the more sensible people in Augustine’s life. “I can’t imagine your manager or anyone else on your team is thrilled with that.”

Augustine’s head shifted as his eyes opened. “Speaking of that, do you think we’re compatible?”

“Stop that,” Amber hissed, fighting down the burst of adrenaline his glowing gold eyes and wolfish smile had on her heart. She also had to fight off a shameful delight as his arms slid under her thighs and his hands absentmindedly stroked her.

“I’m not doing anything,” he protested, his canine maw somehow curling into a pout as his eyes widened innocently.

Warmth clawed hotly over her cheeks as she glared down at him. “You were grinning at me.”

Her reaction only broke his pout apart into a broad grin. “So?”

“You’re embarrassing me.” Unable to get him to stop looking at her, Amber pressed her hands to her face to gain some reprieve. It only served to remind her how warm her blush burned.

"That's something you'll have to get used to,” Augustine laughed, pushing himself to his hands and knees before leaning over her. Instinct burned at his core to touch Amber more, to get closer, to get as close as he could. He knew he couldn’t exactly do what his instincts wanted, but that didn’t keep Augustine from wanting more contact. A hug, a cuddle, a touch. He’d take what he could get if Amber offered it.

He hadn’t realized just how close the move would place them or that his raging boner would brush against Amber’s still cocked leg until she jolted. Regardless of his momentary lapse in judgment, he poised his features into innocence as she stared up at him. She hadn’t jerked her leg away, so that had to be a good sign. Right?

Amber’s knee angled toward Augustine’s erection, the heat and firmness a beacon against her skin. Incredulity mingled with amusement as she laughed, “Are you hard again?”

“Yeah.” His head dipped and his ears drooped in a half-apologetic movement, before his eyes locked to hers. Even his ears rebounded, pricking forward with intent. “Want to do more?”

Amber knew he meant fucking, but a different kind of heat blossomed in the scant air between them. Her eyes flickered to his, trailed over his snout-esque features. How would it feel to kiss a lycan, she wondered? How could they match up a flat human mouth to that somewhat elongated maw?

Those curious thoughts crept through her head and, before she knew it, she was moving. One leg raised, hooking around his hip and drawing him closer.

Augustine held his breath, following Amber’s lead as he lowered himself slowly at her beckoning. Her other leg eased between his, knee propped up to rub her thigh against his hard-on. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into the friction, a deep moan vibrating through his chest.

It was her hands reaching up, softly grasping onto the sides of his head, that surprised Augustine. His eyes widened, ears pricking forward as Amber guided his face closer to hers. It was when her eyes fluttered shut, her lips puckered, his own heart stalled in his chest.

A flare of uncharacteristic self-consciousness made Augustine feel large and bumbling, even as he eagerly leaned in, his own eyes closing and lips parting for a sloppy - awkward - kiss.

Contact never game as a jarring sound blared through the air. Augustine’s eyes widened as he jerked from Amber’s grip, head swiveling to the source of the sound. It was a ringtone he had been taught to never ignore. “Shit, I need to take that."

He bounded from the bed, from Amber, before she registered the change in atmosphere. She blinked after him, watching as his tail disappeared through the bedroom door.

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We Are the Series but Omegaverse Because I Have Opinions™

BEGINNING NOTES:

I haven't read the novel.

This follows my own personal interpretation of the omegaverse.

The characters don't have a scent kink, but the author sure does.

PHUMPEEM

Phum is an omega.

He smells like roses, vanilla, and musk.

Peem is an alpha.

He smells like sea salt, ambrette seeds, and sage (the sea shore).

Phum presented as an omega while he was in another country. Everyone thought he was an alpha like his two older brothers. This delayed his return to Thailand. When he returned home, he crammed his scent under scent blockers. On a typical day, he passes as a beta, and on a good day, he passes as an alpha.

By the start of the series, the only people outside his immediate family who know he is an omega are Toey (who sniffed him out), Beer (who Phum told), and Mick (who wasn't told, but made an educated guess).

By the end of the series, Phum stops using his scent blockers around the group. By graduation, he stops using scent blockers altogether.

As Phum's narrative foil, Peem has no problem with his scent. He was raised in a supportive family and a strong platonic pack.

This may come as a surprise, but their storyline doesn't change until the Volunteer Camp Arc.

Due to PhumPeem's odd mating dance, their biology was very confused about whether or not they were mates. To play it safe, their biology started to view the other as their mate.

Omegas are known for getting territorial (aka, power-boosted) when protecting their packs and mates.

This resulted in Phum nearly throwing hands with Kluen, barely circumvented by TanFang's interference. Fang took Phum aside to calm him down. When Peem heard, he started to freak out about letting his mate feel threatened. This was when their friends realized something more had been going on between them, and they encouraged them to talk it out before someone got hurt.

They are officially dating/courting by the end of camp.

Afterward, Phum takes permanent residence in Peem's lap.

They mated before they got married.

QTOEY

Q is an alpha.

He smells like cedarwood (pencils), oakwood moss, and amber.

Toey is an omega.

He smells like milk, coffee, and sugar (yes, a milk frappe)

Q has a weird relationship with his second gender.

He doesn't hate being an alpha, but people weirdly fixate on it to an uncomfortable extent. Many were displeased when he wanted to pursue art because they thought he should pursue something more alpha-like. Q hates it when he plays into textbook alpha behavior. His friends figured this out, and don't comment on it.

Q was a lone wolf in high school until Peem leaned over during an art elective to ask him a question. Q was (platonically) attracted to Peem's chill vibes, and the rest is history.

Asexual people don't have ruts/heats.

Aromantic people don't have scents.

Aromantic Asexual people don't have either.

However, demiromantic people gain a scent once they are romantically attracted to someone. Demisexual people gain a heat/rut cycle once they are sexually attracted to someone.

Before he started university, Q developed his scent. His friends noticed before he did, and everyone was confused.

Unfortunately, Toey got the worse end of the stick. He went into his first heat late into high school. His omega instincts kicked in and guided him to the nearest omega.

That was Phum.

This is why Toey knows Phum is an omega, and why Phum and Fang protected Toey.

In a twist of fate, scents save the day as QToey started to date earlier than canon because Q connected the scent on the post-it notes to Toey.

They were the first ones to have a pup.

TANFANG

Fang is an alpha.

He smells like amber, vanilla, and musk.

Tan is an alpha.

He smells like mandarin orange, mint, and mugwort.

Instead of punching each other, they got into a full-on brawl.

In high school, Tan was a textbook alpha who was overcompensating. When Pun said he felt unsafe around him he realized he was going off the deep end. The day he left that hangout was the day he saw Fang and Phum.

Fang knew about his affection for Tan; however, he valued his parents' love more. He believed if he entered a relationship with another alpha, he would be considered a failure.

Between high school and university, they both tried dating omegas. It didn't work. They were ruined for anyone else.

When canon rolled around, Fang realized his love for Phum outweighed any love he held for their parents (though he was in the process of letting go), but believed he missed his chance at happiness because he was a coward.

He nearly confessed first when he reunited with Tan.

He nearly cried when Tan confessed his feelings.

Fang keeps his relationship hidden from his parents. He plans for them to find out when their marriage is finalized and they've adopted their second child.

On a side note, I've decided Tan has a lesbian alpha/omega couple as his parents. One is an alpha lawyer, and the other is an omega mechanic. They love Fang dearly, and Fang gets his turn to cry over familial affection.

They're always bathed in each other's scent, to the point people meeting them for the first time get confused on whose scent is whose or what their scents actually are.

Fuck Head Alpha and Head Omega, this pack has two Head Alphas and people get very intimidated about this fact.

CHAINPUN

Chain is a beta.

He smells like mint (toothpaste).

Betas have weaker one-note scents.

Pun is an omega.

He smells like juniper berry, saffron, and seamoss (penguins).

The two had been courting/dating since high school without realizing it. This was a point of suffering for their pack.

Chain: I don't understand why people keep breaking up with me?

Pun, laying next to him in his nest which Chain helped him make: Yeah. I don't know why either. You are a catch. :D

Chain gifted Pun a penguin plushies he keeps in his nest.

Chain: Ah yes, me, my mate, and his six-foot penguin plushie.

They mated before they got married.

Apparently, exhibitionists. Good for them.

They are the second ones to have a pup.

MICKMATT

Mick is an alpha.

He smells like smoked cedar, oud embers, and vetiver.

Matt is a beta.

He smells like fruity cereal.

They met online before they met in-person.

Matt when he learns Toey studied art because of an alpha: That isn't very omega rights of you.

As previously mentioned, Mick guessed Phum was an omega.

Mick: Oh, are you worried about telling Peem you are an omega?

Phum and Beer: You know???

Mick: Yeah. :D

BONUS: BEER

Beer is an alpha.

Fortunately, he doesn't smell like beer (like piss).

He smells like grapefruit, lavender, and silver birch.

He needs a vacation.

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You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 4

RotTMNT x Reader

This moody guy is up to something in this week's chapter art by funneylizzie

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You

Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff

Synopsis:  You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?

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What took your vision also rang in your ears. 

Tinnitus hummed from the flash bang and, as you came up, you found Mikey still rooted from where he’d unleashed his sonic attack. 

An assault to the senses, you fought disorientation to find the others. 

It took a few blinking seconds, but you found them all several feet back from Mikey’s ground zero. 

They’d all be flung away except you. 

It brought you up onto your hands and knees where the others began to animate from where they’d been tossed.

“Crush…?” Donnie had clearly slid and lowered an arm he’d instinctually raised.

“Yes! A crush! I like Y/N, Donnie! Do you get it now!? Is that obvious enough!? Do you need to run that test on me to prove it?!” Like water accumulated in the clouds, the many, many amber tears chose then to fall.

Already askew, the room leapt to avoid the acid rain.

It brought a cacophony of sizzles to everywhere except for where you were. 

Donnie’s lips moved as he argued something.

A conversation carried on, but you could only stand there.

You didn’t remember getting to your feet. 

Suddenly feeling a million miles away no other voice reached you other than the memoriy of Mikey’s scream.

Was that what it was?

His first smile served up as a chef came to mind.

The wink.

The praise.

The teasing.

A-as a friend!

They were dates.

He’d taken you on dates. 

Reality warped around you and the little black craters scorched by Mikey’s tears felt like they could grow. 

The little dots were puckered omens set to combine. 

They’d form a dark mass ever reaching to consume. 

You didn’t have to move.

It came to you.

Swallowed you whole.  

The teacher of the painting class had told you he was a keeper.

The mean man at the gym had congratulated Mikey on saving face in front of you.

One hockey player had told another to back off because you were taken.

The board game group had whispered about not letting significant others come back.

It was like you hadn’t heard any of it now. 

It was so painfully obvious now.

You should have felt stupid. 

Ignorant. 

Blind. 

Only, Mikey never made you feel uncomfortable.

He never once leered.

He rarely even touched you.

If he did it was out of excitement. 

The interactions were fleeting at best.

There were no signs.

You were vigilant enough, but that wasn’t what was consuming you.

The darkness was you.

A manifestation that loomed with glooming eyes.

You weren’t good enough on your own.

Not for friendship. 

You had to be desired.

He hadn’t shined on you.

The sun didn’t come across you in happenstance.

It wasn’t so selfless.

The life giving rays were to be coaxed with sacrifice. 

It was to be entreated.

Your fucking naivety.

He wanted something.

He wanted you.

Not to help you.

For romance.

You felt used.

You felt guilty.

Had you led him on?

You perpetuated.

You never said no.

You never thought to establish barriers.

You’d needed him so badly.

You were guilty.

You’d used him.

You had the gall to feel bad about him using you?

You should have known.

You had wondered about his motives.

Why hadn’t you tried harder to figure out the cause?

Transactions had two sides. 

That was the way of the world.  

Nothing came free.

That was how you were taught.

You were meaningless.

A product to be commodified.

You had to produce.

Anything to make your waste of space worthwhile.

Pay the tax of your birth.

You stumbled back and the couch was there.

The room was there

It had always been.

There was no imaginary darkness. 

Only you.

“Y/N?” Mikey’s voice searched.

The sun wanting its flower to turn towards him.

It needed to see how its crop was progressing.

“A-all t-this ti-time?” You looked up to find him and your throat nearly closed.

For once, he looked as lost as you. “I-I… I.. wasn’t going to… tell you…”

“T-that’s all you thought… of m-me?”

He was going to keep using you.

You were in motion before you knew it.

How could you get away?

You’d seen him walk through space.

He was unstoppable.

His mere tears could have killed you.

He had even saved you from that. 

You shot out into the subway tunnels.

Into the actual darkness where only little flicks of light kept the space from being pitch black.

Amongst surges of tears, you broke sobs and stumbled your way out a mess. If you had a mind, you might have worried about getting lost. Now you moved on sheer instinct and your body knew exactly what exit you could take. However, with every nicety came a balance and its form also took your legs. It left you with direction and an inability to cleanly run. Every fall skinned your knees, a bump against the brick ripped your elbow, and you even dropped hard enough that you bruised a rib against the track.

You were useless.

Pushing against the chokehold of fate, you neared the exit. Heaving sobs that begged for voice, you allowed it only for fear they’d take your consciousness. Streams of light clawed through a sewer grate and you only needed to climb up through warbled vertigo and salty perspiration before you were free of this place.

You.

Sweaty.

Crying.

Fucking.

Mess.

There’d be judgment on the street.

It was night and you’d be an easy target.

Put a neon vest on you that said rob me.

You needed to curl up.

You wanted to be on your bed.

You wanted to use Leo’s powers.

You wanted to be alone.

Utterly alone.

No more of this.

This whole charade.

You couldn’t be better.

You couldn’t rise above your station.

Who the fuck were you to think you were owed that?

Looking further down the tunnel, a safety light illuminated a shadow strangely. You walked towards it, sure steps, until you reached and found a little alcove housing one of those access doors. A little too high for you at your shoulder’s height, you dug your nails into the dirty brick. Ripping your finger’s pads, you scrambled with slipping sneakers until you were able to get yourself onto the ledge. Doing so out of sheer will and not any prowess, you collapsed to pant. The mucus rolled a repulsive plug inside you from laying down and you suffocated. Curling up fetal, you pulled yourself close and dropped again into that self loathing abyss.

It was at least familiar.  

Small.

Quiet.

Alone.

This is what you were worth. 

Footsteps.

Eyes shooting open, you had no idea how long it had been, but you scrambled. Needing to be quiet, you held your breath as you crawled backward into the alcove’s corner. Clamping your hands over your mouth, you screwed your eyes shut.

You had been followed.

You couldn’t handle the sun right now.

He’d blind you. 

You’d suffered enough injury. 

You wished. 

Not on starlight, but with your entire being that he wouldn’t locate you. 

You begged any celestial being that would listen and hoped only that he would climb out of the underground instead. 

He wouldn’t look further. 

He wouldn’t have noticed the evidence of you. 

He’d leave. 

He’d be worried.

He’d be looking. 

He needed to see his crop.

He never got to see it bloom.

A little huff came as a sob shook you and you choked on it as silently as you could.

It was enough.

You heard the footsteps that had ceased, now coming your way with purpose.

There was no stopping the tears.

Wishes turned to bargaining. 

You were left to beg. 

Beg to be left alone.

Your only option.

A soft purple glow bent its reach around the brick and you thought this would be the last you saw as your lack of oxygen finally caught up with you.

Donatello’s illuminated form appeared coated in purple neon.

He would be your grim reaper.

A harsh, but not a burning light, shined over you and you couldn’t stop the tears that were freely flowing.

You could only turn your head away.

You looked pathetic.

He couldn’t deny that.

With a soft whirl, he flew up high enough to walk straight onto the ledge where you had struggled.

You turned the other way in favor of pressing your forehead into the wall as hard as you could. Sounds indicated he took a seat on the far end of the alcove before you heard a swish of fabric. Behind your eyelids you watched the obvious light snuff out. Fear cracked one of your eyes open and you found you could still see. A dim aura now entrenched the space and in front of you was the darkened residue of what looked like a curtain covering the alcove’s entrance. Staring at it through puffy slits, you traced along the fabric to find a purple glow stick sat off to the side and doing its best to illuminate the space. Not enough to even throw shadows, it gave a ghostly glow to the alcove and made Donnie almost look regretful.

He didn’t say anything and instead brought up his arm. In time a purple projection shot out of it and gave his face a haunting harshness as he turned toward you. “He’s coming.”

Fear dousing your spine, you pulled your knees impossibly close to your chest and soon heard many sets of feet echoing down the tunnel. Mikey then clearly shouted, “Here! This is where they’d usually come down,” as the others discussed how they’d fan out to look for you. Casey asked about the scent and Mikey stuttered out that it stops here. Wilting and wondering what they’d do next, there was a tinkling noise of hands gripping metal. It echoed louder as the ladder’s weight must have increased with the group. The grate then creaked open and you heard Mikey one last time, “That means they left. Let’s go!” 

First waiting for the silence that said everyone had vanished, you then continued to cower in hopes Donnie would also leave.

When he didn’t, you lifted your head not to look at him, but to make room for your shattered voice. “W-why are you… doing this…?”

The stretch of silence that followed was so long that you questioned whether you’d actually verbalized or not.

Pounding headache and body rapidly giving out, you felt stagnate.  

“The… way you said it”

It took force to blink your eyes.

“’That’s all you thought of me.’” He whispered in what sounded like sympathy.

That couldn’t be.

Not after what he put you through.

“What do you care?” You were too tired to be astonished by your bitter tone.

He chuffed. “There it is.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, a big one.” He tucked his legs under him and leaned against his wall to watch you more easily. “Nice to finally see.”

“H-how…?” Nothing left in your ducts, your eyes squeezed without moisture. “Why? Just why?”

“Why what?”

“Why won’t you give up? Why are you so mad? What did I do to you? What am I missing? What do you know that I don’t?!”

You studied him and found his pupils rolling in the bottom of his vision as he thought over the questions you posed. When he came too, he had grown especially sullen. “Why indeed…?”

You couldn’t muster a glare and had to set your chin atop your knees because you couldn’t keep your head upright.

“I… was obsessive and for that… I’m…” He hitched on a difficulty that didn’t seem like the obvious one. “Can I be sorry? That seems questionable considering it’s been little more than an hour since I last thought otherwise, but… again, what you said…”

“What about it?”

“It’s just…” His brow furrowed. “If I may be candid?”

“You’ve threatened me! Multiple times! Hundreds of times!”

“Yes, but now I’m asking.” He gave you a look that said that was the best you’d get.

You shook your head, but what came out of your mouth disagreed. “Please, keep tormenting me.”

“Does Mikey make you feel special?”

It was such a shock that you managed to get your head up a few inches. “What?”

Instead of repeating, you watched Donnie obviously struggle with what he’d said.

“D-does he … make me…?”

Instead of giving an affirmative sign, Donnie shrank into himself. “When he looks at you, is it like nothing else matters?”

Like the light of the glow stick, you felt something there and it caused you to murmur. “He’s… like the sun…” 

“Exactly!” His form elevated with commiseration.

You relented to nod. “So… what? I’m bound to turn into you?”

Donnie’s stare pulled at you until he mumbled a soft, “No, that can’t be.”

“What?” You lowered your own voice in case he wanted to dismiss it.

“This will sound absurd coming from me, I acknowledge that, but… do you struggle with worth?”

That one got your entire body upright. “Donatello.”

He was owlish in his waiting.

You could feel the palpable standoff.

It was a fleeting sense, but you inherently knew the statement was meant for both of you.

Mikey affected him in a similar way. 

You weren’t sure how to feel about that.  

“You said ‘absurd,’ but Donatello… how?? Do you hear how much your brothers talk about you? All of them! Not just Mikey! You’ve done everything. You’re the reason the lair exists. The literal air, power, running water, Donatello you did basically everything. Too much! They said… I mean…”

“No, don’t.” He reached across the gap, but let his hand fall to the brick. “Don’t retreat into yourself. This is the most you’ve been yourself… That I’ve seen.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

He looked away with obvious guilt.

“You’re a bad liar.”

“Ugh!” He improved his posture out of frustration. “You hear it though right? It’s just as you said! They talk about what I’ve created. Not me. I’m… I’m only useful for what I can make for them.” He pursed his lips and added something in a bitter tone. “It’s been worse in the past and to a point I’ve improved, but with age we’ve grown busy and it’s hard not to miss how sometimes we’ll go several days without talking only for them to start a conversation as pretense so I will repair something…”

“At least you have that…” You didn’t regret the sentence, but your whole body winced around its exit.

“Think about how I’ve seen you.”

Another curveball, you looked at him with sheer confusion. “How… what???”

“Yes, it’s bad, I hear you, thank you, but think beyond that.”

“You’re so condescending.”

“Try!” He pressed with irritation.

You rolled your eyes. “I mean you acted like I was evil incarnate.”

“Exactly.”

You lifted your hands to indicate you had no idea what he meant.

“I thought you cunning, nefarious. You were playing a long con.”

“You thought I was…?” Your eyes widened. “M-me? Have y-you seen m-me!?I c-can barely speak! I’m terrified of you! Of everything!”

“Yes, but I considered that part of the ruse and I had not been wrong in that regard.”

“I’m not a bad guy!” Your body moved to plead with him and your arm came down to stabilize yourself.

“I see that now.” He spoke with an honesty that impaled your chest. “I was right though. You weren’t acting authentically. You weren’t acting like yourself.”

“That’s the real me! This is-this is…! I don’t know what this is, but I’m no good!” You leaned further forward, trying to make him understand.

“Are you trying to convince me or you?” He opened up for a second, more lethal, earnest wave.

You gaped at him feeling very much caught in a trap. “T-that’s…!”

“To remind you of what I’ve said: I see now. I may not know why you put up the front, but you are not evil.”

“S-so what…? If I’m not bad then…? You suddenly think I’m good?!”

“I think… you’re like me.” He looked away. “Not by example and it’s a selfish imposition, but the more you speak, the more I connect what I’ve seen with how utterly wrong my labeling was. Veneer or not, you struggle with your place. My questioning it was wrong. I should know better…”

You fell to your hands and knees, desperate to capture more of his expression in the weak light of the glow stick. “It can’t be that easy. You’re just over it? We find common ground and that’s it? Am I supposed to forgive you!?”

“No.” He looked at you openly. “Don’t. Go ahead and hate me. Do you think this is the first time I’ve rushed into something like this? Don’t you think I also perpetuate my own failings?!”

Your hand brushed his as you moved closer.

His gaze dropped down to the contact.

It was a trigger point. 

Everything hit you all at once. 

Mikey.

Donnie. 

Your failings. 

Being seen. 

Pain. 

Understanding. 

“You-!“ A wave hit you like somebody suddenly dumped a bucket into your empty well. 

Lips turning down violently at the pump, your body sucked up the liquid and it drained right through the spigot of your eyes.

Donnie arms parted.

He wanted to stop what came next.

The tears.  

He would fend you off. 

You were acting out of turn. 

You were sobbing again. 

He was the only one there. 

Why him?

You’d only asked for Mikey not to find you. 

Mikey.

Who used who?

It hurt.

Why did the moon persist?

You had little control as you crumpled forward and straight into your hapless company. 

You hit his chest and the plastron underneath bit your face upon impact. 

Retribution, you thought, for breaking down on him of all people. “You are so cruel!” 

Anxiety. 

He didn’t want this. 

Still, he tented his arm loosely around you. 

He held you together as your sobs tried to shake you apart.  

It was all too much. 

“I’m sorry.” He spoke against your head.

It was desperate. 

Remorseful. 

You felt it. 

He hadn’t wanted to do this to you. 

There was no just cause. 

He said it again. 

Twice.

Three times. 

Then on repeat as he hoisted you up against him for a proper squeeze to pair with the proper apology.

Soon curled up in a ball in his lap, you continued to soak his front and he held you steady through the breakdown. There would be chemicals released from this, you knew. For as terrible as you felt, they’d try to soothe you. They wished better things and to wash away the pain you’d endured. Each tear took away a bitter toxic thought. All of Donnie’s own doing and despite you fighting against it, knowing you both had similar anxieties helped. You would never have acted like him, but you knew that mania. It was one that haunted you in a different way. Whether you’d forced him into this current position or not, you decided not to forgive him. You wouldn’t, but the toxicity of his rot had been wiped on your shirt and left you a ravaged husk.

It also left you anew.

Headache turned migraine, the throbbing sinus pressure made it feel like your eyes were going to pop out. Keeping your lids down to prevent that, you rooted into his already drenched form and felt him rubbing your back. It was a move that you thought should have read an awkward way to rush your healing process, but the slow even strokes reminded you only of a comforting pattern. It said part of him was good at this which meant he had practice. That had larger connotations that you weren’t ready to deal with even if you were weakened to the point of bare bones honesty. “You owe me.”

He said nothing for a long while and continued his petting until he relented with a relaxed breath. “Whatever you want, within reason.”

“I could ask for a lot with that.”

“You could.” He had a smarmy air to him. 

“You don’t think I will?” He was being too nice so you felt compelled to inject a little cruelty into the situation. It took a little wiggle, but you slid up high enough to knock your nose against the underside of his chin.

He chuffed against the feeling before giving his own bop in retaliation. “You sound sure enough. I’m interested to see what you’d come up with.”

“Honestly? Nothing.”

“You’ve barely tried.” He almost seemed to complain before he rested the weight of his head against yours. “Either way I have nothing to fear.”

“So smart.” You mocked him with a tired drawl. “Don’t act like you planned for me to not know what to ask for.”

“Me? I could never.” He let a few beats go by. “That was sarcasm, by the way.”

You couldn’t laugh; it was impossible, but you did give into a full body bob that hopefully read amusement. “Ego is the worst cover up. Makes you a jerk.”

“As opposed to being a timid little mouse?”

“Mice are destructive. Versatile. Sturdy.”

“So you do think of yourself as one.” You could feel him try to look down at you, but you were in the way.

“Got me there, but I like to go for more of the usually crushed, a nuisance, and making my presence as small as possible so no one can chase me for stealing cheese.”

His hand stopped and he spread out his fingers. “That depreciative language… I know little as to why you chose it therefore I won’t ask you to stop, but… Hm.”

You nosed his throat as a question.

“I see you.” He had said that before. “You are not so insignificant.”

Something about the comment made your proximity painfully apparent so you shakily pushed against his plastron. 

He helped you sit upright though you were still very much in his arms.

“I… What am I going to do?” You murmured, the weight of the situation returning to you now that the obvious sorrow had passed. 

He tilted his head.

“Mikey…. He’s exciting and bright. The sun.” You glanced at him and then back down to his chest and your hand there. “I don’t think I like him like he likes me… I… see him like something cosmic… I idolize him… I don’t… I don't have a crush on him, but I don’t… He’s done too much for me, I don’t think… I don’t want to lose-”

“You are under no obligation to return his affections. He knows that.”

You nodded and grew very quiet until you could barely get out, “But I need him…”

Donnie’s grip tightened.

“I’m not ready to be alone again.” You mumbled and sank into him.

He adjusted to hold you close. “I’m not comparable, but you have me. If you call in your favor, of course.”

“I hardly know you.”

You felt Donnie nod at the truth of your statement.

You may have shared traumas, but you were strangers.

Donnie had hated you up until this very day. 

There was a very high chance he still did. 

His offer sounded like one given in pity.

You had cried into his person. 

The moment the guilt wore off, he might return to anger. 

You didn’t know.

Not to mention that trading one brother for another felt like the ultimate taboo.

Donnie seemed to pick up on your thoughts. “For now, you both need a moment to decompress. We’ll talk to him, so you can have space. Then, I assume you two will discuss this if your intention is to continue your acquaintance. You can do so alone or I can be on standby. I’m offering my services there. I have known him my whole life.” Exhaustion eating the last bits at you, you only breathed amusement at how awful a mediator Donnie must be before succumbing to sleep.

NEXT

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[pulpitude]

working on a queen b mc right now. her first name is Kohime (meaning "little princess", yes i picked it on purpose - she has a fairly princessy personality [a 75-25 between disney and spoiled, think Amber from Sofia the First] and she also leans a bit into princess aesthetics as a gal. she also wants to prove that she's not just a little princess, she's a queen) but i don't know whether her last name should be Hinata-Hughes, Hughes-Hinata, or if i should headcanon it as just Hinata

she's a trans girl but hides it from everyone but Zoey, she knows how Belvoire is, they'll either bully her or fetishize her relentlessly. i haven't decided if or when she reveals it. i also haven't decided on her sexuality in terms of what genders she's attracted to, but she's definitely demisexual. her love interest is Zoey, but i chose Ian on purpose so she can call him the fuck out for constantly pursuing his student he knows is into girls 😭

for my first playthrough i kept the embarrassing hometown name as Farmsville because i honestly couldn't come up with anything else, but she was actually born and raised in Osaka and moved to the US about 4 years prior to the beginning of the story so she could start her transition. (wait, so if her embarrassing hometown is somewhere in Osaka and she only transitioned after moving to the US, then what am i gonna do about the hog calling video issue? either they aren't gonna think it's her or they'll bully her even harder because two of her secrets got spilled at once)

[starry-skies-116]

ROTTMNT HEADCANONS BECAUSE I WATCHED AND LOVE THIS SHOW AND AM HYPERFIXATING AGGRESSIVELY ON IT NOW:

They keep the surnames of “Hamato” despite abandoning the strictly traditional practices of the Hamato clan whilst also taking more eclectic inspiration from their arts to their own.

They all brumate btw. Pry this from my cold dead hands. Every time brumation season comes, the Disaster Twins Inc. hog the couch.

Donnie, because he’s autistic and is a softshell turtle, has sensory issues and is very picky about what food he eats and which clothes he wears, as well as what surfaces he touches. He secretly has a casual list catalogued about what sensory things he loves versus what he hates, and there’s a small area in his lab that’s sensory heaven for him.

All the turtles have different eye colours. Leo has natural heterochromia, one eye being cobalt blue and another eye being bright amber. Post-movie Raph has heterochromia from being turned into a Krang zombie for a short amount of time- one eye is emerald green, and another is a bright magenta purple. Donnie has warm brown eyes, and Mikey has baby/cornflower blue-ish grey eyes. April has hazel green eyes.

Teenage Mutant Intersex Turtles, anyone?? They’re all different variations of intersex on the intersex spectrum. Leo was presumed to be a guy and does have some male traits, but is biologically female- he’s both intersex and a trans dude (and I’m all here for it).

Raph is an aroace bigender (both transfem and demiboy), Mikey is genderfluid and greyaroace pansexual and panromantic, Donnie is nonbinary, asexual and greyromantic biromantic, and Leo is FTM trans, demisexual and gay (did I mention they are all intersex).

Yes I do headcanon disaster twins, and that Donatello was taller than Leonardo when they were younger but Leo is 3 and a half minutes older than Donnie and takes every damn opportunity to brag about it.

“We need CaCa and Maggie~!” “JUST SAY CALCIUM AND MAGNESIUM GODDAMNIT-”

In the future, all of the turtles have cloaking brooches and stable jobs that earn them great income. They also have apartments close to the sewers that is their home.

Okay, we all know Donnie’s canonically autistic. But what if all the turtles are on differing parts of the spectrum. More at 5.

Donnie in addition to being autistic has insomnia, BPD and misophonia and does have sight issues and is prone to migraines due to staring at screens and not getting enough sleep, Raph has panic disorder, dyslexia, OSDD-1a and GAD, Leo has ADHD-I, autism, GAD and is bipolar, and Mikey has ADHD-HI, dyscalculia and autism. All of them have some form of PTSD post-movie.

Leo does know how to play chess please and thank you. He just does it for fun and doesn’t really practice.

Splinter has PTSD, is autistic and is bisexual (the most unrealistic thing is young Lou Jitsu/Hamato Yoshi in his 20’s NOT kissing men and enby hoes in addition to women). He’s not a bad father, he just passed some of that generational trauma of everything that’s happened to him, as well as his regrets and grief, down to his kids without even knowing and feels terrible about it once he realizes. He may have made so many mistakes as a father, but he deeply loves his sons beyond what they could ever comprehend, and he’d send anyone to the shadow realm if they laid a finger on his beloved turtle children.

Donnie and Leo (mostly Donnie) bite each other for no reason at all- not enough to hurt or draw blood, but enough for the bitten to yelp and want an apology from the one who did the biting.

April O’Neil is an also autistic lesbian polyamorous demigirl. She’s saving up enough money by working at The Foot shoestore partially for her top surgery. Sunita is her best friend soon-to-be girlfriend. They’re gay disasters your honor.

Cassandra Jones is MTF trans. Fight me on this one.

Sunita, despite being a teenage slime yokai, does celebrate and participate in Indian culture and does consider herself Indian (let me have my rep I’m starved of please). She’s also a lesbian demigirl, and is asexual and autistic. She also has the ability of superhuman bodily elasticity, even in human form (though it is restricted somewhat in human form). Sunita WILL call pilaf ‘biryani that needs therapy’ okay, she’ll fight you if you say they are the same thing.

Queerplatonic/non-romantic Apritello where they have a super close relationship greater than best friends but cringe at the idea of being in a romantic relationship together wya <3

April’s African American, we all know, but what about her being of Afro-Iranian Jewish descent and her mother’s Shakshuka and Latkes and Rugelach and Sufganiyot being her absolute favorite among all the stuff she makes. She gets MAJOR hyped by the time Hanukah comes around and tells the Turtle boys and Splinter about it.

And there’s more, but I’ll tell y’all about that later, or we’ll be here all day.

[aethermimic]

This is going to be a fun one, because a lot of this stuff is still up in the air with Oyuun. Let's explore together!!

~ B A S I C S ~

Name: Oyuun Kha

Nicknames: Looking for a catchy title other than "Warrior of Light," one Eorzean publication dubbed her the "Aethermimic," a title she's come to take pride in.

Age: Early to mid 20s

Nameday: 22nd Sun of the First Astral Moon

Race: Au Ra, Xaela

Gender: Female 

Orientation: Demisexual

Profession: Scion of the Seventh Dawn, adventurer

~ P H Y S I C A L ~ A S P E C T S ~

Hair: Light brown with a spot of blonde on her right. She likes to braid her blonde patch, and let the rest of her hair fall freely.

Eyes: A piercing amber

Skin: A pale peach tone. Her skin is a little rough from many years living a nomadic life in the Steppe. She's taken better care of it since she's come to Eorzea, but saving the world isn't exactly light on labor.

Tattoos/scars: She has quite a few scars, again from enduring the hardships of the Steppe. She probably also has scars from events in XIV's story proper, but I haven't figured that part out yet.

~ F A M I L Y ~

Oyuun tends to be rather tight-lipped about her family, and efforts to get her to open up about the topic have fared poorly. (screenie credit: @/tsunael)

Parents: She was close with her mother, though doesn't speak of her much. She changes the topic when her father is mentioned.

Siblings: She's indicated that she's not an only child, but she hasn't volunteered any more than that.

Grandparents: She recalls fond memories of her grandmother, but she's clearly conflicted when the subject is brought up. They may have had a falling out for some reason...

 In-laws and Other:  She has an adventuring companion, Valtyra Eruyt. They originally met when Val found Oyuun recklessly braving things alone that she really shouldn't, and now Val sticks around because she's learned that following Oyuun gives a steady source of income.

Pets: Oyuun doesn't like the responsibility of owning a pet, so she doesn't have one. She'll happily feed/play with anyone else's pets though!

~ S K I L L S ~

Abilities: As her nickname suggests, Oyuun has a particular knack for identifying aetheric phenomena, and replicating it using arcanima -- that is, she's very good at mimicking spells. She tends to have difficulty learning via traditional methods, but once she knows a spell, she knows it.

Hobbies: She enjoys sketching in her journal, whether it's the flora around her, or a vista in the distance. She has quite a few flowers pressed in her journal, too.

~ T R A I T S ~

Most Positive Trait: Her curiosity. Oyuun has a ravenous mind, and wants to learn as much as she can about spellcraft, and most other things besides. She also enjoys teaching others when she can, though she has too little patience to ever pursue it as a profession.

Most Negative Trait: Her naivete and recklessness. Oyuun often doesn't think her plans through, preferring to take situations as they come. She's also far too trusting of people, though after the events of A Realm Reborn, that's changing...

~ L I K E S ~

Colors: Earth tones; especially golden yellow and many shades of green

Smells: Pine, wood scents, the nostalgic smell of fresh buuz

Textures: Leaves, parchment, the feedback of a quill as it writes, leather

Drinks: Fruity drinks (lemonade, juice, etc), cold water

~ O T H E R ~ D E T A I L S ~

Smokes: She's never tried. I don't think she'd like it, though.

Drinks: She'll have a drink every now and again, but she's not a fan of being too drunk. Perhaps she had a particularly drunken night she regrets?

Drugs: She's not interested. She might be okay with something that's the equivalent of IRL marijuana, but she wouldn't partake regularly.

Mount Issuance:  Her Grand Company chocobo, Khaliun!

Been Arrested: Technically yes -- by the Brass Blades at the Bloody Banquet. Charges were later dropped as the truth came to light, of course.

I was tagged on my main account (@/siesharp) by @iona-xiv and @tripl3cast, thank you for the tag and sorry it's so late!!! I'm not tagging anyone this time because I'm so late to the party but if you're reading this and want to do it, please do so and tag me if you want!

[caramialunaestelle]

NAME: Chidori Yoshino

AGE: 17/18 (verse dependant)

SPECIES: Human

GENDER: female

ORIENTATION: Demisexual

PROFESSION: Member of STREGA, freelance artist

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{PHYSICAL ASPECTS}

BODY TYPE: short, thin yet slightly curvy (mainly because she is malnourished and has had a lot of strain on her body from the use of her Persona)

EYES: brown/amber

SKIN: pale, like near translucent.

HEIGHT: 5'6

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{FAMILY}

FAMILY: Unknown

SIBLINGS: She considers Jin and Takaya to be somewhat siblings? They aren't biologically related but they grew up together in the orphanage/under the Kirijo Group's "care"

ANY PETS?: None

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{SKILLS}

Drawing (painting too)

Medea - her persona. Mainly agi/fire and dia/healing spells

combat - using a chained hatchet, she can throw it at enemies for long-range combat as well as slash and cut in close combat.

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{LIKES}

COLORS: Whites, reds, blacks, silver, blue

SMELLS: florals, ocean, fresh baked bread.

SOUNDS: the ocean, silence, soft piano, the sound of shadows wailing in the distance, blood spilling onto the ground

TEXTURES: silk, cotton, the feeling of a pencil in her hands, the paper of her sketchbook, the slick metal of a chain.

FOOD: fresh bread, anything really (since she rarely eats, being homeless and all)

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: yes [ ] || rarely [ ] || no [x]

FAVORITES: drawing, STREGA, flowers, being alone, Junpei

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{OTHER DETAILS}

SMOKES?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || occasionally [ ]

DRUGS?: yes [ x ] || no [ ] || occasionally [ ] (She takes suppressants made by Kirijo Group to help control Medea)

DRIVER'S LICENSE?: yes [ ] || no [ x ]

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes [ ] || no [ ] || almost/detained [ x ] (By SEES)

Tagged by: @webbedphantom (I went with Chidori because Makoto has been developed more for a while so its time for other muses to shine)

Tagging: You! With the shirt on! Yeah, you!!!

[cheerclaw]

★ WindClan Allegiances ★

Leader:

Tallstar [he/him - cis - gay] — A black and white with some small brown spots tom, with a distinctive long tail and amber eyes.

Stubborn and sure of his decisions, he is a very absent-minded leader who lets the responsibility fall a lot in the paws of his deputy. Even so, he manages to do a decent job and is considered beloved by his clan mates. Firekit adoptive father, brother of Wrenflight, Rabbitear, Flyfall and Bristlebark.

Deputy:

Deadfoot [he/they - demitom - pan] — A small lean, black tom with a twisted left forepaw and green eyes.

Very responsible and performs most functions when Tallstar is busy or unavailable, they became deputy still without an apprentice, feeling very flattered he tried to refuse, but he was convinced anyway and managed to get used to it. He's like a big brother to Firekit.

Healers:

Barkface [he/him - unlabeled - gay aro] — A dark brown cat with a stumpy tail, a graying muzzle and yellow eyes.

He tends to be very considerate of all the cats he attends to, and abhors any kind of unnecessary violence. He was very sympathetic about Jake and Firekit being former kittypets and was one of the first cats to take them in. Shrewclaw brother.

Whisperpaw [she/her - cis - aroace] — A gray and white she-cat, curly fur and hazel eyes.

Quiet and reserved, she prefers to stay focused and has different goals than her mentor. She purely became an apprentice healer for the respect.

Warriors:

Ashfoot [she/he - transmolly - aroflux] — A broad faced gray she-cat with blue eyes.

Bristlebark [he/him - cis - bi] — A black tom with big paws and amber eyes.

Darkfang (Darkfoot) [he/him - cis - straight] — A blue-gray tom with darker paws, a white chest and belly with yellow eyes.

Flyfall (Flytail) [they/them - nb - lesbian] — A snowy cat with a fuzzy tail and hazel eyes.

Stagleap [he/him - cis - loser/straight] — A huge, stocky, broad-shouldered, dark brown tom with amber eyes.

Oatwhisker [he/him - cis - demisexual] — A cream-brown tabby tom with unusual whiskers and green eyes.

Shrewclaw [he/it - agender - pan] — A dark brown cat with yellow eyes.

Morningflower [she/her - cis - demiromantic] — A tortoiseshell she-cat with unnatural purple eyes (yes purple).

Pigeonfeather (Pigeonflight) [he/him - transtom - gay] — A dark gray tom with white patches and amber eyes.

Rabbitear [she/they/it - agender - bi] — A pale brown cat with a fluffy white belly and yellow eyes.

Sorrelshine [she/her - cis - grayromantic] — A brown and gray she-cat with white paws and blue eyes.

She was pretty reckless when she was younger, however after the attack she suffered by Thunderclan warriors she started to be more careful.

Apprentices:

Lamppaw [any - genderfluid - ace] — A flame-point cat with short fur, a messy tail and hazel eyes.

(ex-rogue) He usually has a busy personality and is very friendly with everyone, she likes to help the queens from time to time and their favorite kit is Tornkit, he also has a good relationship with other apprentices.

Sparrowpaw [he/she - cis - questioning] — A brown and cream tabby tom, spiky fur and yellow eyes.

Clumsy and a bit of an idiot, he always follows Lamppaw's lead without question and gets into trouble very often because of it. She loves to hunt birds.

Queens:

Ryestalk [she/her - cis] — A gray tabby she-cat with soft fur and amber eyes {kits: Mudkit and Onekit}

Fearless and with a sharp tongue, she isn't afraid to criticize her clanmates. she can't wait to leave the nursery and go back to her warrior duties. Stagleap and Doespring sister.

Wrenflight [she/her - cis] — A brown with white splotches she-cat and beautiful green eyes. {kits: Tornkit}

Just like her mother was, she is very sweet and accepting, having helped Jake and Firekit from the beginning, she tries to reconnect with Tallstar these days, without much success. Flyfall, Bristlebark and Rabbitear sister and Tallstar half-sister.

Jake [he/him - cis - bi] — A flame-colored ginger tabby tom with fluffy fur, a worn kittypet collar and green eyes. {kits: Firekit}

Usually more active and fun, however since "the accident" happened he has been withdrawn and only cares about his kit, he's very grateful for Windclan however.

Elders:

Crowfur [they/he - nb - pan] — A black cat, with a graying muzzle, a scarred flank, and short, patchy fur.

Crowfur isn't even that old to be in the elder den, however, they complained so much about back pain that Tallstar got angry and told them to retire at once. He is extremely grumpy and he refuses to admit that his muzzle is turning grey.

Doespring [she/her - cis - straight] — A light brown she-cat with a big scar in her belly and blue eyes.

She was ambushed by a rogue while she was hunting, the damage done by this rogue was nearly fatal and caused her to back away and retire early, sister of Stagleap and Ryestalk.

Larksplash [she/her - cis - bi] — A tortoiseshell and white she-cat with unnatural fluffy fur for a WindClan cat, and amber eyes.

The only cat that is actually in the elders' den due to age, she is the oldest of the clan and hates it when kits ask her to tell stories, "my life was not made for your entertainment, brat."

[fictionkinfessions]

Joining Fukase with the pride month submissions! But I'll just be specific to one tl since I have way more of these than I thought I did. (getting mems while writing kinfessions moments)

Happy pride to My aroace me and my bisexual queerplatonic partner Collei!

And my lovely Bisexual friends Fischl and Bennett who probably still to this day cannot figure out that they like eachother /teasing

To my Lesbian single mother Lisa, and her life partner Jean (whos sexuality I do not remember. And yes I did still say Lisa was single. Idk what their relationship was but it wasnt romantic dating or a qpr?? Lisa always considered herself single at least so that is what I will repeat.)

To my pansexual father figure Kaeya, and my demisexual uncle figure Diluc.

To all of Bennetts Poly Gay Dads.

To Colleis never-married-but-definitely-divorced dads aromantic bisexual Cyno and "I don't know I just like people sometimes" Tighnari.

To Collei's "Yes we're gay. No we're not dating. Stop asking" Uncles Alhaitham and Kaveh.

To my sapphic almost kinda sorta sister figures Noelle, Rosaria, and Nonbinary transfem Sucrose.

To my aroace Lesbian aunt Alice. (She would never let me call her an "aunt figure" like I do everyone else in my family pfft). And her "I dont care as long as they like explosions" daughter Klee (who I think probably grew up to ID as aro or demi? but the bomb quote is funnier)

To my "gender doesnt exist but I guess you can say Im a boy" kinda cousin/kinda sibling figure Albedo.

To Amber and Eula, most stable couple in the entirety of the Knights of Favonius.

To trans man Mika who was always so scared to say solidly that he was a binary trans man because "what if he changes his mind" even though he hadnt for the 15 years he had id'd as trans and all of us who supported him anyway.

To Aether, who when asked could only say "hm. Queer. Yeah. Queer." and Paimon who had no idea what that ment and he responded "yeah thats the point." with a goofy grin.

And finally. To my bio parents. Who after years of hounding Varka for information about you both, was able to tell me you were both queer. He didnt remember specific ID's, Said he never asked for specifics at all really. But he said he remembered you both had been in same sex relationships before getting married. And that you both shared clothes indescriminently between eachother and that dad loved to wear skirts when he could find a good excuse to do so..

I hope you're all out there. Safe and having a lovely pride this year. And every year to come after. I miss you all, more than you could ever know.

~Razor Minci 🕯♟ (Source Genshin Impact. Please leave the last name out of tags, thank you)

[thatfanficgurl]

Get to know me, I guess.

I was tagged by @lyriumnightmare, honestly lol I doubt anyone is gonna read this shit but okay..

🖤 Favorite scent: EAD cologne Blue Mist or Sandalwood & Amber

🖤 Cyberpunk Crush: Male: Jackie Welles, Vik Vektor and Johnny Silverhand

Female: Misty Olszewski, Claire Russell (My personal ride or die)

🖤 Orientation: Pansexual and Demisexual

🖤 Relationship Status: Married

🖤 Style: Goth/ Tomboy

🖤 Occupation: Mechanic

🖤 Favorite colors: Black, blue, purple and pastel yellow

🖤 Bedroom role: Gentle Dominant/Top

🖤 Last song listened to: Jekyll and Hyde by Five Finger Death Punch

🖤If you could date/marry anyone from cyberpunk 2077 who would it be:

🖤Current Hair Color: Purple and Black

🖤What book are you currently reading: Shattered Mirror by Amelia Atwater Rhodes

🖤 What book are you reading next: Neuromancer by William Gibson

🖤What would you do for work if you lived in the Cyberpunk 2077 universe: I'd help Misty run the Esoterica and run street races at night.

🖤Have you ever ran a roleplaying account and if so, who were you: Yes. I was Varric from Dragon age 2 and Inquisition.

🖤 Fun Facts:

I have PTLDS

I really dislike the color pink

I can't travel by plane due to vertigo so I enjoy watching travel videos on YouTube.

I'm a HUGE Skyrim and LOTR nerd

I've written 27 fanfictions in the past 16 years and only have published 10 of them.

I have written 2 best selling amateur erotic novels under my pen name.

I'm really nice 👍🙂 and open to talk about almost any subject.

I'm tall and curvy due to my love of spaghetti lol

I'm tagging @miyokovektor to complete this I guess. Good luck, Dollface!

[specter-writes]

hi! i was wondering if i could get event matchup for the owl house?

my pronouns are she/her

i'm demisexual panromantic

i'm enfp 7w8, leo

i'm 6'0 and have amber eyes, long gold blond curly hair and hourglass figure

i'm positive and upbeat person, i try to see the bright side in most situations

i'm friendly, energetic, confident, sarcastic, responsible, maybe a bit chaotic, cheerful and bubbly

i care about my friends and family a lot, and go out of my way to show it

i enjoy having fun and living life to the fullest

i'm very competitive and passionate person

i really like puzzles, riddles and crosswords

i love making people smile

i have morbid, dark sense of humor

sometimes i randomly say a weird obscure fact in the middle of conversation

i can play on violin, cello, piano, guitar, saxophone, harp and drums, i'm currently learning how to play on trumpet

i like poetry and sometimes i write a poem or two, also i'm writing my book

i'm ballet dancer since i was a kid and i love performing

i'm working on my own cartoon

i never quite grew out of the fantasy phase, and i'm still enamored with tales of changelings and witches

i work as illustrator for fantasy books and books for kids

i'm kinda struggling with taking rest, doing nothing, because there is always something to do, something new to learn, etc.

i'm afraid of stagnation

i overuse this kind of emojis→(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

my style is something between whimsigothic and cryptidcore

i love: collecting things, astronomy, tea, making and watching movies, forests, making jewelry, cooking, baking, d&d, horrors, animals, plants, gardening, traveling, art, history, world mythologies, learning new things, psychology, handicraft

sorry if it's too chaotic

i hope you have a fantastic day (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

hi anon! first of all, you sound very cool and like a great friend. secondly, I learnt a new word today (stagnation). but the bit you came here for: matchups. I kind of had a hard time because I think you'd fit with any member of the crew really, BUT I had to pick someone so I'll give you both a platonic and a romantic match, just because you're the first request and you get fun perks like that.

ROMANTIC MATCH:

AMITY

First off, reading this you remind me a lot of Luz (/pos), which influenced this decision a lot. I think she'd like the competitive side of you best. At first, if you showed affection she'd go bright red and tense up, she's not really used to it. But as you got closer, she'd start to ease into it. Overall, you'd be that couple people point to and go "goals." She'd show affection by bringing you things to do with your interests. She would also try to learn things about them to try and impress you. She does not have a green thumb, however, so make sure to keep her away from your plants!

PLATONIC MATCH:

RAINE

I say this for two reasons, the first being very obvious: music. Raine is enamored with music and musical people, and I think they'd take you under their wing to not only teach but to learn as well. The second one is the interest in astronomy. I can't really explain why but I've always headcanoned Raine as an avid enjoyer of astronomy. These two aspects brought the two of you together (perhaps through the bard coven?). You clicked, and they've been like a mentor or even a second parent to you. They oftetimes have to tell you to slow down, with your playing and your life. Also, tea parties??? Yes.

Well, that's all I got for you, anon, hope you enjoyed! This is my first time doing something like this so hope it was good ☺

[unovasrose]

Rules: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagging: anyone who has an adorably annoying fur baby in the near vicinity :3

B A S I C S.

Name: Rosa Vail

Age: 19/20 by default ( verse/interaction-dependent )

Birthdate: September 16

Species: Human

Gender: Cis Female

Orientation: Bi/Demisexual

Profession: Unova Champion, Movie Actress

P H Y S I C A L  A S P E C T S.

Hair: Walnut brown, long and straight with face-framing bangs, formerly worn in bunned pigtails, now mostly worn down or braided

Eyes: Cerulean blue, large, roundish-almond shape

Skin: Warm beige with rosy cheeks, purple scars wrapped around her wrists and ankles, faded scar along her left side, faded claw scars on her arms ( she’s a bit self-conscious about all of these )

Height: 5 feet 3 inches

Weight: 113 lbs

F A M I L Y.

Siblings: Red ( half-brother )

Parents: Amara Vail ( mother, living ), Roderigo Celeste-Madrigal ( father, unknown )

Grandparents: Deceased

Other Relatives: None

Any Pets Partners? All of her pokémon!

S K I L L S.

Pokémon training and battling, Mega Evolution, acting, cooking and baking, dancing, natural medicine and first aid, event-planning and execution.

T R A I T S.

STRENGTHS. Intuitive, caring, open-minded and flexible, passionate, energetic, dedicated and hard-working, loyal and devoted, good at seeing the big picture, values close relationships.

WEAKNESSES. Too idealistic and altruistic, takes things personally sometimes, difficult to get to know, struggles to share her feelings, has realistic expectations of herself, dislikes conflict and criticism, holds everything upon her own shoulders and refuses to ask for help until she’s completely overwhelmed.

L I K E S.

Colors: Blue, yellow, pink

Smells: Freshly baked bread, clean linens, flowers, amber.

Textures: the soft and silky texture of some fabrics, the smoothness of polished wooden surfaces, the fur ( or feathers or scales, etc. ) of her pokémon when she pets them

Drinks: Pecha berry tea, lemonade, hot chocolate

O T H E R  D E T A I L S.

Smokes?: No

Drugs: No

Driver License: No. She travels via Arcanine or Flygon mostly.

Ever Been Arrested?: Yes, but was released soon after when it became clear she had no information on Neo Plasma

[rfaromance]

Ariella - Detailed Profile

Name: Ariella Pasternak Nickname: Ella, 606 Meaning of name: Means "lioness of G-d" in Hebrew: אֲרִיאֵלָה ; her last name means "parsnip" in several Slavic languages and Yiddish Age: 1 year younger than Saeyoung Pronouns: she/they Blood type: O+ Nationality: American (I'm so sorry) Sexual Orientation: Lesbiromantic demisexual Love Interest: Saeyoung/707 Political Party: Liberal Birthdate: June 3 Occupation: Lawyer Hobbies/Pastimes: Writing, watching idol concerts, logic puzzles (sudoku, octordle, cryptograms, etc.) Talents/Skills/Powers: Can lick her elbow; speaks English, Spanish, and Korean (kind of); rhythm games; the Lorax but for the cats (cat whisperer)

Physical Characteristics Height: 171 cm (5'7") Weight: That's impolite to ask a lady :) Posture: Sits like a shrimp, but walks down the street like a girlboss Build: Hourglass with long torso (she's more torso than leg) Hair: Mid-back, wavy/curly, dark brown, layered a little in the front; no bangs Ears: Slightly detached earlobes; large, rounded ears; no earrings because she's allergic to most metals :( Eyes: Green with a light brown/amber ring around the pupil (central heterochromia); upturned eye shape Nose: Bulb (Saeyoung bites it) Mouth: Neutral resting face; pouty/heavy lower lip Face shape: Diamond (pronounced cheekbones) Expressions: Extremely expressive. Has no poker face whatsoever. Her eyes sparkle when she's excited. When she's upset or exhausted, she cannot mask it well. Her real smile looks very different from her "haha I'm being so polite in the workplace" smile. Thinking face looks somewhat sad or frustrated; she's just deep in thought, I promise. Tattoos/Scars?: Yes but personal (dm if you really care ig) Left/Right-handed?: Right Distinguishing features: Bell choker; makes kitty paws and meows at stray cats; stims by flapping her hands really really fast Who does s/he take after; mother or father?: Father. She's sensitive about that. Style (Elegant, shabby, etc): Cutesy. She's pastel himekaji girly pop gyaru lite. How does s/he dress or what do they typically wear?: Almost always has her hair in a high ponytail with a scrunchie or big bow; loves thigh highs; always wears bell choker from Saeyoung (it may or may not be chipped); almost always cold so she tends to wear cardigans with sleeves that are a little too long Health: She's avoiding going to the doctor because as far as she's concerned, she's in good health. :) Mental health is another story but she's masking so hard. :) Background: After being a perfectionist workaholic her entire life because she found validation in good test scores, she realized she was insanely burnt out after finally passing the bar exam. She took a trip to Seoul as (a) a congratulations present to herself, and (b) to find herself and have a bit of fun before going back to the grind. Unfortunately, her lawful good nature meant she was all too willing to return a lost phone to an apartment. She didn't plan that.

[dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos]

Ambrosine "Amber" Smasher/"Lone She-Wolf"/"Spider Daemon"/"Crimson Smasher": [Artificially, 1/Appearance and mentality, 18]

Ambrosine, or "Amber", is the byproduct and artificial daughter of Adam Smasher and Dissonantia, with her mother using her Smasher's DNA and her own to create Amber in a artificial womb, all part of an Arasaka program started by Dissonantia and funded by Yorinobu Arasaka to create the ultimate supersoldier. It took nine months for Amber to grow into an adult, then was experimented and modified (willingly) with Cyberware. And yes, due to Dissonantia's DNA, Amber is a reality bender of sorts, but prefers to fight fairly. After she finishes her military training program, she is put to the test by subduing a Militech task force—she succeed, slaughtering them just like her father would. A living, walking weapon of mass destruction. Dissonantia, noticing this, decided to revive David Martinez and his old gang (literally placing them back together), and strike them with a deal: no conflicts from Arasaka, become immune to cyberpsychosis with a single pill (idea from @fanofrandomawesomeness), and they get to have a killing machine on their side. Becoming more socially open-minded as she hung out with David, Amber started to become attached to the Edgerunner, liking him more and more, and started to enjoy the company of Lucy and Rebecca.... especially Becca. She eventually started dating all of them, sharing a platonic relationship with all three. While she has a very little sex drive, Amber still feels love and attachment despite being numb most of the time and undisturbed by gore. Every single cyberwear and ability available at her discretion, with a highly modified black Night Terror supersuit, black supersuit chrome motorcycle mask, and black cyberlegs. Her favorite things in the world are watching the sunrise, her friends, her parents, and watching the blue and red butterflies that flutter around Arasaka Tower's inside gardens. [Demisexual/Pansexual] (Cyberpunk 2077/Cyberpunk: Edgerunners)

Appearance:

Pale peachy skin tone

Blue right eye

Left eye has black sclera, with a glowing red "circle reticle" crossfire as her pupil and iris

Shaved head; she used to have long black hair and bangs before her training, but had to shave it off to avoid enemies grabbing it, but she can grow it back quickly with her body modifications that adjust her hormones

She has every upgrade that V, Adam, David, Lucy, and Rebecca has, hidden underneath her realistic skin.

Clothes:

owns a black leather jacket with a logo of a blood moon and a howling werewolf on the back

Saeko's DarkerNET tactical balaclava with nanotubing

Arasaka cap with camera

MaxTac tactical helmet with multifunction infovisor

Ergonomic SAFETY 3201 military shades

Arasaka tactical techgogs

Corporate blazer with bulletproof lining

Victorian Rose anti-shrapnel pencil dress

Rozovaya Reka pencil dress with protective membrane

Elegant hybrid-lining pencil dress

Lady in White hybrid-weave pencil dress

Demon Rhapsody reactive-layer pencil dress

Green Viper double-nanoweave pencil dress

Durable synweave corporate dress

Arasaka polyamide corporate dress

Spotted armor-coated corporate dress

Phoenix formal dress with microarmor layer

Brass Harmony composite-reinforced formal dress

Schwarze Limette aramid-fabric dress

Trilayer aramid-weave fixer skirt with jacket

Marbre Doré suit jacket with discreet bulletproof lining

Arasaka polycarbonate corporate blazer

Durable synsilk blazer

Gatto Nero evening jacket with tungsten-steel microplates

Synthetic corporate jacket

Arasaka formal jacket with light armorplating

Danse Macabre crop sweater

Asa no Heiwa enhanced yukata

Elegant nanoweave yukata

Synweave armor-coated yukata

Wakai Umi flame-resistant yukata

Murasaki tear-resistant yukata

Carbonweave silk corporate shirt

Reinforced breathable dress shirt

Paris Blue office shirt and vest with reinforced seams

Heat-resistant hybridweave netrunning suit

Armorweave rocker bra

Composite Arasaka netrunning nanoweave suit

Ultralight Jasmin Doucet syn-cotton bustier

Breathable reinforced bio-cotton corporate slacks

Classic immuno-cotton corporate pants

Bái Lóng formal pants with reinforced neo-silk

Classy aramid-weave skirt

Arasaka reactive-layer office skirt

Tear-resistant office skirt

Burgundy formal skirt with reinforced synfiber

Saeko's Limited elegant duoweave skirt

Hēisè trilayer formal skirt

Brass Harmony skirt with double nanofiber weave

V's office slacks

V's streetwear pants

V's pants

Elastic flame-resistant rocker pants

Armor-plated syn-leather solo pants

No shoes or socks

Arasaka hazmat suit

Arasaka spacesuit (with helmet)

Any Arasaka merchandise

Any gifts her friends give her

Cyberwear: (She is built to be the best of the best, so she's going to have everything on this list, minus the tattoos)

Thermal edged Mantis blade (left)

Electrical edged Mantis blade (right)

Lightweight "Animal" Gorilla arms knuckles (both, bioluminescent blue)

Legendary monowire cables (both, bioluminescent red)

Arasaka military explosive projectile round launcher (right shoulder blade)

Tranquilizer projectile round launcher (left shoulder blade)

Sensory amplifier

Sandevistan: Arasaka Software

Beast Mode berserk fragment

Ultra Kiroshi Optics Fragment (all fragments combined into a single chip, including night vision and automatic target tagging)

ultra strengthened black cyberlegs (equipped with hidden razors on the upper shins)

Retractable sharp nails, can cut through anything like butter (both, bioluminescent blue)

Enhanced internal military cyberskeleton

Cybernetic lungs

Supersuit chip "Changeling Skin", user is able to change appearance at will with enhanced cybernetics (stolen by Dissonantia from the Night Terrors)

Supersuit chip "Metamorphosis", user is able to change into an animalistic abomination, both physically and mentally, with the help of an advanced jumpsuit and mask outfit.

All quickhacks

Godly cyberdeck

Weapons:

Ranged:

"The Headsman" power shotgun

"Widow Maker" Tech Rifle

"Breakthrough" Sniper Rifle

"Kongou" Pistol

"Archangel" Revolver

Melee:

"Jinchu-maru" Katana

"Headhunter" knife

Tomahawk

Arm/Body:

Gorilla arms (detachable)

Mantis blades

Monowire

Projectile launch system

Armor:

Supersuit (made up of tiny microbots that weave into stretchable bulletproof fabric, and acts like her second skin, shaping to fit her Cyberware modifications)

Motorcycle helmet (made up of bulletproof metals and glass. Her left eye can be seen glowing through the one-sided shaded glass.)

Vehicles:

"Colby C125" economy car

"Cortes V5000 Valor" executive car

Arasaka Motorcycle

Black "Kusanagi Ct-3x" motorcycle

"Quartz Ec-l R275" sports car

[paramouradrift]

Honor & OC's (On The High Seas)

YES I AM WRITING THE NEXT PART OF GATHERING TIDES, GET OFF MY BACK.

So I had meant to do something like this friggin ages ago, but I never got around to it because ...*waves hand vaguely around in a direction* ehhhh *asymmetrical shrugging*... But I said I was gonna, so now I'm gonna. What am I gonna? Finally post some descriptions of these OC's I've been nurturing for the past almost two years. And to do this, I decided to re-read my fic to remind myself of what I said so I wouldn't contradict myself.

I made the horrifying discovery that I just straight up did not describe some of these people's physical attributes. We're here to set the record straight. In installments!

Starting with...

...the officers!

First up, we have these four:

Viewers with sharp eyes might recognize these four from The Storm. Readers with good memories might remember that I repurposed this scene in Chapter 2: The Commander of the Southern Fleet. Canny observers may even go so far as to say, "Now hang on Dis, you fucked up! The Cook is actually the Chief Engineer, and the Chief Engineer is actually the Cook!" To which I say: "You're right, I did fuck that up. But I've been fucking it up consistently, and I'm not going to change it now, so there."

In terms of their appearances, it's basically this, and I took the most liberty with their characterization. We'll get to that.

The remaining officers are, in order of rank: the First Watch Officer there was an officer here but he's gone now!*, Zan the former Third Watch Officer, Touma the former Master-at-Arms, Daisuke the current Master-at-Arms, the Quartermaster, and the Boatswain.

1. Captain Jee

Age: 45

Rank: Captain, formerly Lieutenant

Appearance: (pictured above)

Gender & Sexuality: Cis male, bisexual

Likes: order, pai sho, singing

Dislikes: Zuko's attitude

Raison d'etre: loyalty

2. 1st Lieutenant Zan

Age: 42

Rank: 1st Lieutenant, formerly Third Watch Officer

Appearance: average height, long brown hair in a top knot, sun-tanned complexion, black eyes, athletic build, resting done-with-all-of-this face. Usually found in officer's armor, or wearing conservative, dark-colored clothing.

Gender & Sexuality: Cis female, asexual

Likes: quiet nights, schedules, wine

Dislikes: standing out

Raison d'etre: routine

3. 2nd Lieutenant Touma

Age: 47

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant, formerly Master-at-Arms

Appearance: average height, long black hair in a top-knot, red headband, medium skin-tone, brown eyes, clean-shaven, broken nose, scarred cuts and lacerations on face and arms, fit build, permanently creased brow. Usually found in officer's armor or wearing loose, comfortable trousers and sleeveless shirts or jackets that show off his arms, chest, and abs.

Gender & Sexuality: Cis male, heterosexual

Likes: weapons & artillery, martial arts, tinkering

Dislikes: peaches

Raison d'etre: excellence

4. Quartermaster Kaneko

Age: 40

Rank: Quartermaster

Appearance: average height, shoulder-length black hair in a top knot, red ribbon and hair clips to keep the stray pieces in place, fair skin tone, black eyes, button nose, svelte, resting bitch face. Usually found in officer's armor or wearing clean, well-cared for shirt, jacket, and trousers with knee-high boots.

Gender & Sexuality: Cis female, demisexual

Likes: lists, games of chance, plum wine

Dislikes: foolishness

Raison d'etre: organization

5. Chief Engineer Tatsuo

Age: 60

Rank: Chief Engineer

Appearance: (pictured above)

Gender & Sexuality: Cis male, heteroflexible

Likes: reading, machinery, fire boxing

Dislikes: running out of supplies because of someone else's incompetence

Raison d'etre: loyalty

6. Master-at-Arms Daisuke

Age: 39

Rank: Master-at-Arms, formerly an artillerist

Appearance: above-average height, short black hair in a top-knot, receding hairline, sun-tanned complexion, amber eyes, long face, strong build, burn scars on his hands, arms, and shoulders. Prior to promotion, usually found in light artillerist armor or casual grey jackets and trousers.

Gender & Sexuality: Cis male, bisexual

Likes: poetry, explosions, spicy food

Dislikes: rainy weather

Raison d'etre: excitement

7. Boatswain Shiro

Age: 55

Rank: Boatswain

Appearance: above-average height, grey hair in a top-knot, bald on top, usually covered in a red sailor's cap, swarthy brown skin, athletic build, absolutely covered in scars and spots, perma-frown. Usually found wearing the light officer's armor or a tan commoner's vest and trousers.

Gender & Sexuality: Cis male, heterosexual

Likes: shanties, shouting, and a strong drink

Dislikes: laziness & lack of discipline

Raison d'etre: sailing

8. Cook

Age: 65

Rank: Cook

Appearance: (pictured above)

Gender & Sexuality: Cis male, heterosexual

Likes: spices, seasoning, a hot griddle

Dislikes: Fire Army trail rations

Raison d'etre: loyalty

9. Second Watch Officer Kazuki

Age: 42

Rank: Lieutenant, formally Second Watch Officer

Appearance: (pictured above)

Gender & Sexuality: Cis male, heterosexual

Likes: authority, comfort, and being paid

Dislikes: spoiled princes

Raison d'etre: career

That's it for this batch! I am literally kicking myself so hard for not including any of these details for, like, the Quartermaster, but here it is now and later when I do final edits on H&V Book 1 I'll find a way to sneak them in there. Stay tuned for more OC's and updates on Gathering Tides, Part 3!

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Hey! If requests are still open, could you write some headcanons for Tankman John and Steve with a really sweet and affectionate s/o? A gender neutral reader would be preferred

*gasp* Oh my god, my first Tankmen request!!!!! *squeals* Yeah, my requests are still open and will be until I make some sort of post about it. This is the second request I've gotten today, but I didn't get any yesterday so I'm up for it!

✨~John and Steve with a sweet s/o headcanons~✨

Sergeant John Captain

John was always stressed and tired from work, so having his s/o now made after work hours sound like heaven to him.

He always comes home begging for hugs, kisses, and emotional support to get through the rest of the day, which Y/N gladly provides!

Of course because he wants to be as close to his s/o as he can, he takes off his helmet and visors. (And must I add his eyes are a pretty amber color ;3 )

While out in the battlefield (if s/o works along with him too) he takes a lot of 5 minute coffee breaks just to see you again. Yes, to him 5 minutes after the break is over and you have to do work, the rest of the day until his next break feels like a decade.

He was always seen as a tough guy to his army, but once he slips up and lets them in on you guys are together, he never hears the end of it.

He loves it at home whenever it's the two of you, sometimes he even forgets that you guys are in the middle of a war torn area.

"Y/N, why don't we go for a walk around the-"

"John, we're in the middle of a war."

"Oh right..."

"....Alright, let's go for that walk."

Steve

So... For my headcanons, Steve is 17-18 since John talks about not caring about Steve's "sweet 16" birthday...

Steve would always come home with the biggest smile on his face. Why? Because he gets to see you ofc!!!

He loves your affection with a burning passion and will never let you hear the end of it.

He always loves to pick you off the ground and swing you around in a hug. (Geez, I really love writing about that don't I?)

You kinda have a "trade system" with Steve, being he gives you hugs everyday, and you return it with infinite kisses.

He's also mild on pda because of the whole army thing, and word spreads easily around the army. One thing slips and next thing you know poor Steve is getting nudged around like a crooked picture frame that doesn't have a right angle.

If it wasn't obvious, he's happy you decided to spend your life with him. He appreciates it because he feels like he finally has something to fight for that isn't just "Oh sh*t, my best bud's brother is wanting to throw hands so we gotta beat his @$$ before it gets worse"

When he came back from that time his dick got cut off he cried so hard, not because his lower half hurt like hell, but mostly because he thought he couldn't have kids with you, which later on was proven wrong... (Yes, I get he's asexual, but he could be demisexual ya'know)

Long story short... Both of these guys love an affectionate and kind s/o. And I do too! Just platonically ;)

Hope this was good enough for my first run of the two bois! -𝓁𝑒𝓂��𝓃𝓎𝓈𝒶𝓀𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓈