#for the most part she just looks intimidating and aloof but she's actually very gentle. just kind of awkward

[mwolf0epsilon]

Tag Game - OC Edition

Tagged by both @gaeasun and @jekyllnahyena , thank you kindly I am always looking for an excuse to plague people with my brain blorbos.

Favourite OC:

That would be my cantankerous clone medic, Sponge. It's a little ironic really because Sponge started off as a throwaway character with no real personality, but I have steadily worked on them to the point where they've become fairly beloved to me.

They're a multifaceted character with a lot of personal struggles and traumas to sort through, have a fairly unique story-line compared to my other clones, and on top of all that they wear a grouchy mask to cover up the fact they're scared most of the time.

Plus they have a very loyal and loving pet companion that helps them come out of their shell when they most need it.

Newest OC:

That would be Molly and Fanta (they're a package deal), who are actually Sponge's youngest daughter and one of Beau's puppies.

Molly is actually a product of me pondering about one very specific part of Sponge's story, and how it had impacted them their whole life. I figured that after tormenting them so much, I should give them the opportunity to have the one thing that had been stolen from them that they wanted more above all else.

The result is a human-clawdite hybrid girl and her pet barghest-charhound cross (who is a product of @lost-on-kamino's shenanigans actually). Molly is the best of both Sponge and Hugo, and honestly that is one of the biggest rewards I could ever give my grouch of a medic.

Oldest OC:

Uh...Well there is one character that I've actually been working on pulling into the SW fandom. Rogue knows him well.

Doctor Clyde Jr. Cormburskan has seen many iterations over the years, but he's always the same in essence: Fatherly, gluttonous, somewhat insane, a good friend.

Usually he's human but for the SW universe I think he'd fit a Ruurian better.

Meanest OC:

Conch, without a doubt.

He's a mean-spirited, petty, and rather shallow individual. Ever since Sponge was forcefully pulled out of scuba training and put into the medical program, Conch has made it his mission to bash his youngest batchmate for any given reason. This only got worse when Jelly left to join the 501st with them, and escalated into pure hostility when he died.

Arrogant, self-serving, and honestly uncaring of anyone but himself, Conch is an entitled and unusually cruel clone that has no trouble putting others down just to make himself feel better. He also misgenders Sponge a lot on purpose just to make them squirm in discomfort.

Softest OC:

Lys! He may be somewhat intimidating with all his sharp teeth, claws, horns, and sheer size, but honestly there is no softest person in the galaxy than Lyssandr Teklar.

It's this soft and gentle nature that actually got Olly to not only trust him fairly quickly, but that also got him to feel safe enough around Lys to be openly vulnerable rather than constantly on his guard.

Most Aloof/Stand-offish OC:

Oof, it's a tie between Bully, Kera and Harm. Each for different reasons too.

Bully was always a bit difficult in behavior because the Trainer he was taught by encouraged active competition and fighting between the cadets. And then having been under Krell's command made his already unstable temper much worse.

Kera felt like she had her future stolen from her because no Jedi Master picked her to be their padawan, which forced her to eventually become a part of the Jedi AgriCorps (a position she considered beneath her talents as a saber duelist). Order 66 turned out to be the big break she needed to actually have some control and power.

And Harm is an HK-Droid with a lot of blood on her hands and a lot more grudges she wishes she could act upon. Being in a band helps turn her violent urges and anger issues into something constructive, but there's no denying that she loves to pick fights for no particular reason other than she's in a bad mood.

Dumbest OC:

Look, I'll be honest Lich isn't really all that dumb. He can learn fairly quickly if the subject matter interests him or has any real value for him to absorb the information. He's just a bit of a himbo most days... A very clumsy trouble-magnet of a himbo...

He has done some PRETTY dumb things tho, like shove a fork into an electric socket out of curiosity of whether or not that was just a silly natborn myth. Not only did he blow a fuse, he also got projected 5 feet in the air and was in medbay for three days.

I suppose his dumbness is more of a lack of impulse control...

Smartest OC:

Zed Kwinde is a very intelligent man, you just don't see it very often because he likes being an insufferable bitch 24/7. Mae suffers no fools but she suffers a genius with a very twisted sense of humor.

Horniest OC:

Pretty Boy is a bit of a slut, but his brothers love him all the same.

OC I'd Bang:

These are my freaking kids and also pieces of myself, no thank you.

OC I'd be Besties with IRL:

Erin!!!

We'd spend hours talking about food and maybe she'd be able to teach me how to take it easy. I think we could all use an Erin in our lives honestly...

No Pressure Tags: @lost-on-kamino and @milfcutlawquane

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Miss Joa, one of my bnha girls~

more bg info under the cut!

Name: Kumagai Joa

Age: 26

Birthday: January 5th

Height: 5′5 (165 cm)

Family: Kumagai Mugi (milf)

Gender: Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Quirk: Magnet

Right side of her body attracts and left repels. Her quirk is constantly active but it’s spread throughout her body, making the resting effect extremely weak. She can concentrate it in certain parts of her body to amplify the effect. The maximum force she can exert directly correlates with her physical strength, so Joa works out often to build up muscle strength and endurance. Because her quirk is always active, she’s always at least a little fatigued. Using her quirk frequently and powerfully can cause muscle pain, fatigue and in more extreme cases, tears. 

Background:

Born and raised by her mother in America, primarily the east coast. Because her mother was a notorious villain, known as Fatal Attraction*, they rarely stayed in one place for long. Despite her mother’s villainy, she did her best to give Joa the best life she could provide and supported her wholeheartedly when Jo decided she wanted to go to a hero school.** Jo was accepted into hero courses, but dropped out when it came time for her to do hero agency internships. She’d struggled throughout the school year when it was leaked that her mother was a villain, but it came to a head when the time to do internships came around and she realized she’d been largely blackballed for refusing to at least denounce her mother. Desperate to get out of the shadow of her mother’s reputation, Joa saved up and moved to Japan for a fresh start once she turned 18. Still, she felt the call to be a hero stronger than ever, and after a chance encounter that ended with her saving a civilian from a minor villain, Joa realized that she didn’t need a license to help people, as long as she was careful. She became a vigilante and employed many of the tricks her mother taught her to evade capture and the skills she learned during her hero training to fight villains. During her period as a vigilante, Joa met and ended up in a tumultuous relationship with a petty criminal, Takara Higa (belongs to @gembroni). Neither of them were good at relationships since they were each others first serious relationships, but it ended surprisingly peacefully after mutually agreeing to go their separate ways. We’ll come back to this lol. Jo’s career as a vigilante lasted from the age of 19 to 23, when she was caught and arrested. She spent two years in prison and was given a reform opportunity to try for a position as a dorm supervisor at UA, on the condition that she could pass a hero license exam on the first try and get a provisional license. She succeeded and was given responsibility over class 1-A’s dorm. In a sick and twisted turn of events, Takara was given a similar deal, and she’s currently reigning over class 1-B. Due to awkwardness over being forced to see the one person who knew them at their lowest point, the two who’d ended their relationship amicably immediately became bitter rivals. Not wanting to lose their chance at a better life, they keep their history with each other a secret and play nice in front of the kids and teachers. However, they’re constantly trying to one up each other by competitively taking care of their charges and (not so) subtly trying to make one another miserable.

* Her mom has a big reputation, but compared to other villains she’s not really malicious, mostly just a chaos causer and an extremely flashy bank robber. Most of her fame comes from the fact that she’s a showman and very good at not getting caught, and not from being an exceptionally dangerous or evil villain. Unlike Joa, Mugi is extremely charismatic and LOVES the limelight, and that charisma has gained her a bit of a fanbase even among civilians. ** Since I haven’t been able to find any info on American hero schools for BnHA, I’m making my own rules dkfjds. Jo’s school was more of a technical school which she started during her junior year of high school, and her internship would have taken place during the summer of that first year. Tidbits:

Had the WORST, most stiff sense of style when she was younger and mostly dressed like a target employee

Jo's vigilante costume is so different from what her style was at the time because she’d taken one of her mom's old villain costumes w her after a visit when she was 20. Joa knew she wouldn't be able to afford any decent black market support equipment and her mom's old stuff was made of expensive, sturdy and high quality material. The 'downside' however was that her mom had always been very showy

Jo’s resting magnetism is just strong enough for light things such as paper to stick to her. This is a source of agony for her when Taka wants to show off that 1b got a better test score and sticks it to her like she’s a human refrigerator.

Jo doesn’t currently have a hero outfit as her license is EXTREMELY provisional and she’s only really allowed to use her quirk on school grounds and/or to defend her students. She plans to try to finish her education and try for a real hero license once they get out of the major historical event that’s going on right now.

She has mandatory community service on top of her UA job and often has to sneak out to do it since she doesn’t want her history to get out to the students.

She’s currently dating Riho Fujioka, another Gem masterpiece, who is a receptionist at UA.

Mugi ‘retires’ from villainy after Jo gets out of jail and moves back to Japan to be close to her daughter and Jo ages 20 years every time her mom shows up at the dorm to dote on the kids and Midoriya starts thinking too hard about where he might’ve seen her before

Both of Joa’s parents are Japanese citizens but Mugi moved to America so she wouldn’t have to worry about potentially being caught by All Might.

[glowingbadger]

I loved the Ashe, Sylvain, and Hilda modern-day HCs. So….can I ask for….Marianne, Dima, and Claude now? They’re so so good.

Here's a quick list of the places I've touched on ModernAU stuff with these characters before, for anyone who's interested! General Modern HCs (Dimitri) W/ insecure Reader (Claude, Dimitri) W/ insecure Reader (Marianne) Soft HCs (Dimitri)

I'll try not to repeat myself too much, but the SFW portion might be a little sparse because I've written a good deal of my thoughts on that already :3

Marianne, Dimitri, Claude x GN Reader

Modern/College AU headcanons

SFW (not sfw under the cut)

Marianne:

- Definitely a veterinary student who has an incredible, intuitive way with animals. One of those "gets along with animals better than people" types. As a result, many others in her classes see her as aloof or difficult to talk to. Fortunately, when Hilda drags her to a party one night, you notice her keeping to herself and come to make casual conversation. It takes a bit for her to open up, but she's soon grateful for pleasant, relaxing company in the midst of the loud chaos.

- She needs a good amount of reassurance in a relationship, as she's so convinced you could do better. Marianne is totally the type to apologize for not being good enough for you, then apologize for bringing it up, then apologize for apologizing. But her love and admiration for you are so very clear. She'll shyly take your hand in hers, and just the way she looks at you, it's like you're every star and every sunset she's ever seen.

- Marianne spends some of her free time volunteering at a local animal shelter, and one of your earlier dates would involve her introducing you to some of the animals in her care. Here, it's like you see a completely different side of her- she's so much more confident and firm when she speaks to the animals, and she smiles so brightly and laughs adorably as she watches you attempt to make a good impression on them.

Dimitri:

- We've chatted about Modern! Dimitri a good deal so far- but I will double down here on the fact that, while he's outwardly extremely intimidating to your friends when you first start dating, you know (and they learn) that he's absolute Malewife material.

- He loves sitting on video calls with you and just staring at your adorable, lovely face. He's an excellent listener, and will gladly hear about your entire day from start to finish, even if you insist it was nothing special. He's just so soothed by your voice, and the chance to see you. While he's honestly not very good at social media in general, he does have a couple hundred pictures of you saved. Not to post anywhere, just to look back at with a goofy grin on his face.

Claude:

- Claude is the guy on campus that everyone likes, plenty of people want, but no one can really nail down. He seems to know everyone, but he's only actually close to a few good friends, and for the longest time, even they assume that he's the "doesn't believe in serious dating" type. It starts much the same with you- he figures you're interesting and cute as hell, so he may as well spend some time having fun and getting to know you. And then... the feels TM creep in.

- You'll be caught up in a sort of... friendly flirtation with him for a while. The kind where it would be easy to play off all of the corny innuendos and knowing glances as "just kidding around." Then, one night, after a long group study session or just lazing around with drinks and games with his friends, he offers to walk you back to your dorm. When you get caught in a sudden downpour and have to duck under the nearest building's awning for shelter, he gives you a strange lingering look that's so much heavier than any you've seen. And without a word, he leans down to kiss you. When you part, he's wearing a slanted smile, but he's fidgeting a bit when he says, "Hey, uh, Y/N. I wanna be with you- for real. So uh... how 'bout it?"

- Claude is just the most fun boyfriend ever. He's got an active and curious mind, so he's always game to try anything you're interested in, and you'll never be at a loss for date ideas. He's the kind who gets okay grades, though nothing incredible, but his brilliance shines in how he latches on to new information, turning a topic around in his mind until he's seen it from every angle. It's especially charming when he asks to hear about your interests or areas of expertise- he asks all the right questions and the conversation becomes lively just about instantly.

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Marianne:

- You're definitely her first sexual partner (she hasn't even dated seriously until you), and she's going to take a long time to get comfortable freely exploring the physical side of a relationship. She's a big cuddler, once you've assured her that you like it too- she finds it immensely soothing to rest her head on your shoulder or on your chest, just listening to your breathing and feeling you warm against her. But as for sexual affection, she'll start slow, testing things by letting her gentle hands tentatively wander just a little further than before, or deepening your kiss a little more than usual.

- Best practice with Marianne is to let her be the one to suggest or initiate things, but to respond enthusiastically when she does so she knows you're happy with it and you want her as much as she wants you. Your approval and encouragement fills her with warmth she's never felt before, and a sense of bold desire she hadn't even known she was capable of. There's plenty of communication with her- there has to be -but in a way, that becomes its own sort of eroticism. Soft murmurs of, "is this okay?", "does that feel good?", or "can you take more?" mix in with affirmative sighs and moans, turning the negotiation of comfort into a wonderful, slowly escalating path towards satisfaction.

- She's absolutely mortified by the idea of sexting or sending nudes, but if she sends you an outfit she's considering and reply with a coy "You look amazing- can't wait to take that off of you" (honestly the cheesier the better with the pickup lines- being too smooth would intimidate her)- she'll only respond with a single blushing emoji, but you bet she'll be wearing that outfit to your next date.

Dimitri:

- Everyone on campus, including your friends/roomates see Dimitri as such a pure cinnamon roll that you might be surprised to learn he has a rather healthy sex drive underneath all of that sweetness and affection. Granted, he's definitely most likely to desire you when he feels emotionally close to you- but that won't stop him from fucking you nice and deep until your bed creaks. The first time someone overhears you practically screaming out his name, rumors start spreading that your ever-devoted Malewife is actually legendary in bed. It's mostly a raunchy joke, but as far as you're concerned, they're not exactly wrong.

- He's too nervous to actually save any of the spicy pics you've sent him to his phone, but that doesn't stop him from regularly scrolling back through your message threads to find them. Masturbating to porn is fine and good, but when he can look at you biting your lip as you show off your body to him, he pumps his cock and bucks his hips against his hand until he cums far harder than he's used to. Dimitri especially gets a thrill out of the implied part of this- the fact that you wanted to flaunt yourself to him like this and made sure that he would linger on the sight of you.

- A very fun game is to comment or imply something about how good Dimitri fucks you while you're hanging out with his friends. He stammers and turns bright red when you mention how, "Oh don't you worry, Dimitri keeps me nice and satisfied, don't you babe?" with your eyebrows quirked playfully. His buddies nudge him and laugh, and as timid as he appears about it, he'll need you as soon as you're alone together, and he'll hold you extra close and pound into you a little harder than usual.

Claude:

- Alright. Claude is hot, and Claude knows he's hot, and he has no problem using this to his advantage. He'll absolutely send you gym selfies, or raunchy messages when he knows you're with friends or family. During minor disagreements or when you're pretending to be mad at him, he'll slip an arm around your waist and nibble at your ear, whispering, "C'mon babe, don't be like that..." before pulling you close and kissing you until you can't think straight.

- He absolutely doesn't care if people overhear you- in fact, he'll tease you about it, murmuring in your ear that you can't keep moaning for him like that or you'll be heard. But the fact that he's fucking into you harder and deeper as he says it tells you clearly that he wants you to cry out for him. In general, he's pretty shameless about your shared sex life if you allow him to be. He'll practically strut out of your room to clean up in just his boxers, not caring a bit if your roommates get an eyeful. He's handsy in public as well (again, depending on your comfort with it), and will absolutely grab a handful of your ass while you're on a date together, or trail his hand up your thigh during a movie.

- Claude is adventurous and open minded about sex in general, as I've mentioned a couple times. Hell, he'll even send you a porn clip or a bit of smut, along with a brief "we should try this ;)"- and he obviously loves when you do the same for him. He sees no reason to be shy with his partner about your mutual pleasure. Communicating your preferences will make sure you both enjoy yourselves, and the process of even talking about it can be pretty hot on its own.

[dreamii-yume]

Hi! I'm loving your fics. Could we get some malleus x reader please? Maybe some breeding and size kink?

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Malleus had already decided that Darling is the woman that he wanted to spend his whole entire life with. Huh? What do you mean that Darling has to go back home? That she’s not from this world? That she doesn’t reciprocate his feelings? Now, don’t be like that~! Don’t you think it’s lovely~? A life with one of the strongest magician in this twisted world would surely be a lot better than your previous one!

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You sat on a lone bench in the peaceful land outside the Ramshackle Dorm, the gentle howl of the nightly breeze blowing on your hair so elegantly. Green fireflies decorated where you sat, their beautiful light was enough to illuminate what the old lamp post couldn’t. Before you were a tall young fae with pointed ears and a pair of menacing horns on his head. You almost strained your neck from looking up just to have an eye contact with him. His very appearance and size was intimidating, yet the rare gentle smile on his face holds a complete contrast to it all.

The moon was beautiful tonight, bearing witness to how your eyes had slowly widened at the information you have received from the horned fellow. “...Eh?” You blinked repeatedly, your ears somewhat refusing to acknowledge the meaning behind his words. “...Sorry, could you repeat what you just said?”

“I love you.” The fae patiently repeated his confession for you, word by word. His tone felt so practiced, like he had been waiting his whole life just to say it. “I want to spend my whole life with you and create a happy little family between us.”

Your mouth fell agape as you looked down, and to the side, before eventually going back to him. You fiddled with your sleepwear of a clothing, finding the right words to say. “...W-Wow...This is...This is a lot to take in, I...” You stuttered out as your cheeks burns in the shade of a bashful pink. “...Tsunotarou, I-I don’t know what to say really...”

‘Tsunotarou’ merely chuckled at your reaction, watching you chew on your bottom lip. A habit that he noticed you do whenever you’re nervous or in the midst of indecisiveness. He reached out and pat you on the head, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “Don’t stress yourself too much, my little human. I can put our differences aside and love you for who you are from now on and forever.” He said, his eyes gazing at you lovingly. You felt the side of your mouth twitched upward, creating a small smile at how sweet his words were.

“...In return, I want you to be my wife and create a family with me. To spend our eternity caring for our young.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said, something that slowly wiped your smile away. You looked down once again, a sullen expression had replaced itself on your face. Of course, the horned fae had already spent too much time with you to notice the slightest bit of change in your mood, this was no exception. “...Why the long face, little one?”

You took a deep breath. “I-I’m flattered, Tsunotarou. Really, I am.” You said, smiling up at him. “You were the very first to confess to me like this. It’s very sweet and I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“But...I’m sorry. I can’t accept your confession.” You gave him a serious look on your face. A single drop of sweat ran down the side of your head but you kept up your mask. It took a while for ‘Tsunotarou’ to give you some sort of reaction and even then, the most that you got was a slight flinch of the hand that was on top of your head. He no longer has a smile in his face, going back to his usual, stoic expression as he retracted his hand away from you.

“Explain.” He requested, but sounded more of a demand rather than an optional choice. You flinched at how stern his voice had suddenly turned, no trace of his sweet demeanor had remained.

“Were you...Were you in the entrance ceremony at the first day?” You asked him. “If you were there then, everything must’ve make sense to you by now.”

“I was not invited. I tend to never get invited into occasions such as that.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said, bitterly as he crossed his arms. You nodded, somehow you couldn’t help but feel really bad for the tall fae. “...What does that have to do with your rejection?”

“Then you must’ve at least known by now that I don’t have the tiniest shred of magic in me, right?” You said, trying to go slow for him so he could understand you properly. “The only reason I’m a student here in the first place is because I have Grimm with me.”

“...I do.” He said. “If this is the reason why you’re rejecting me, then know that I have no problems with having a child that has no affinity for magic. We can always-“

You quickly hold out your hand in front of you, frantically shaking your head, stopping him the moment he mentioned anything about having children. Your face flushed red, he was looking way into the future. “No, no, no...! That’s not the reason at all!” You protested. “It’s because I’m not from here, Tsunotarou!”

Now this caught ‘Tsunotarou’ off-guard, not expecting such reason to come out of your mouth. But then, with that sentence alone, he had already formulated a lot of solutions in his mind that could excuse such reason. “Not from here? You meant from Twisted Wonderland?” He said, raising his eyebrow. “Then, which part of the world did you come from? Surely, we can do something about your lineage.”

“...That’s the thing. I’m not from this world, Tsunotarou.” Your head held down, but your eyes glanced up at him with gloomy gaze. “I don’t have magic because I came from a different world. A world far different from Twisted Wonderland.”

“And I’m trying to go back.” You finished, finally stating your point. “Therefore, I can’t accept your confession. Because if I were come back to my own world, long-lasting romantic relationship with anyone in Twisted Wonderland is just pointless.”

You settled down, breathing out as ‘Tsunotarou’ in front of you stares with calculating eyes. He was always the difficult one to read, it was either he has great control over his emotions or he simply just doesn’t know how to react. Either way, you prayed in your mind that he wouldn’t become as unreasonable as you dreaded. Finally, he made a reaction, blinking as he straightened his poise. “...Is that it?” He spoke. “Is that your only reason why you’re rejecting me?”

You nodded with an audible “Yes”. Well, you were actually telling him about the other side of the spectrum, there was also the reason of you just not seeing him the same way as he sees you. What you feel for him was merely platonic as there weren’t enough time for you to gain actual romantic feelings for him. He was just a friend that you see every once in a while, after all, an acquaintance you happened to meet when the moon was out on its best. But you chose not to tell him that other reason as it would only add more salt to his wound. For now, you can give him the more logical reason, something anyone could understand.

Your horned friend closed his eyes before breathing out, he crosses his arms. “Then, just don’t.”

Now, it was your turn to be caught off guard. You blinked, repeatedly. “...Excuse me?” You asked, wanting to have a bit more content.

“Coming back to your own world is a choice, not an obligation. You don’t have to go back.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said in a straightforward manner, as if your problem was actually that easy to pull off. “If you were transported in this world then, wouldn’t that mean that there’s actually something you have to do in this world? Or the fact that this world might’ve actually been the world that you were supposed to belong to in the first place?”

“Either way, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is stay and not worry about going home.” ‘Tsunotarou’ steps closer to your sitting figure. His tall and large figure quietly looms above you, causing a single nervous strand of sweat to drip from your forehead. His shadow alone was intimidating and his striking green eyes never dares to leave you, as if it was burning a hole into your soul. “We can be together without any worries if you could just forget about your previous life and start a new one.”

“Doesn’t that sound even more appealing?”

You stared at him wide-eyed, filled with bewilderment as you don’t even know how you were going to retort that. There was so many flaws and holes in that reasoning that you would like to point out, but just can’t find a proper way to start. In the end, you gave him a nervous laugh, trying to lighten up the atmosphere before eventually dropping the bomb on him. “Uh...T-That’s...That’s not...That’s not how it works, Tsunotarou.” You stuttered, your mind in shambles on how the hell you were going to explain this to the usually aloof and dense fae. “You’re essentially telling me to forget about my friends and family back in my world. You know I can’t do that!”

“They’re...They’re important to me. There’s no way I could...forget about them just like that!” You said. “I didn’t even get the chance to properly say goodbye before getting transported into this world! They’re probably looking for me right now!”

In the midst of your desperate attempt to knock some sense into powerful yet dense magician, you failed to notice how his eyes narrowed down for a mere second. A rare sign of irritation spiking up in his features. “...And you think they’re still looking for you after all this time?” ‘Tsunotarou’ coldly states. “You arrived at this world during the entrance ceremony, correct? It’s been quite a while since that happened. Have you ever considered that they might’ve just given up on you by now?”

Now that was uncalled for, just absolutely unnecessary to say. You scrunched up your eyebrows together as you couldn’t help but be hurt at how insensitive his words suddenly became. What was his problem? He’s making it sound like no one cared for you in your own world. That you’re someone who your friends and family wouldn’t mind losing, a mere waste of space.

But still, you breathe out an exasperated sigh, bottling up your true emotion as you decided to become the mature one in this argument. You looked up with him with an assertive look in your eye, silently telling ‘Tsunotarou’ to not pressure you with nonsensical reasoning any longer. “...Look, I know you’re making it sound that easy but Tsunotarou...It’s really not.” You said, calming yourself down before standing up. “I don’t want this to become a big deal. You’re a friend, after all and I don’t like fighting with my friends for something so trivial.”

You dusted off invisible dust in your clothes and gave him your usual smile. “I’m ending this conversation, alright? This is for the sake of both you and I.” You said as your friend merely stared at you. “...Maybe you don’t understand right now. So, I’ll give you some time to do so. You weren’t in the ceremony as a witness, after all.”

“I’ll go back in my dorm now, Grimm probably fell of the bed again.” You giggled at the image in your head as you looked back at him with a gentle smile. You didn’t even know how that smile was the exact reason why your ‘Tsunotarou’ fell for you this hard. The exact reason why you didn’t notice how his eyes darken at your figure, his fist slowly clenching tight. “Goodnight, Tsunotarou...I...appreciate your feelings...”

Your voice suddenly slurred, an overwhelming feeling of wanting to sleep had suddenly wrapped itself around your very being. You suddenly felt like your balance was being stripped away from you, causing you to stumble a bit. “...B-but...I hope we can still...be friends...?” You ended up finishing your sentence with a question. It was unintentional and you didn’t know why. You looked up at ‘Tsunotarou’ who didn’t seem to be too bothered at your current behavior.

Your sight was beginning to blur, the horned fae in front of you was barely visible. Had his eyes always been glowing like that? There were dark spots in the corner of your eyes and your eyelids felt really heavy all of a sudden. “...Huh?” Came in your final word.

Finally, your eyes fall into a close as your body collapsed but luckily, ‘Tsunotarou’ was already there, ready to catch you. He ceased the green light emitting from both his eyes and his magical pen once he was sure you were deep in a slumber. He felt your body moving in synch with your breathing, his magic had done its job well this time again. Even in secrecy.

‘Tsunotarou’ carried your body in a bridal style manner, embracing your warmth against his chest.

“...No, my little human. You are the one who doesn’t understand.”

With that, the green fireflies that made the place brim with beauty disappeared as if they weren’t even there in the first place. Along with the all-mighty fae, lovingly caressing a fair, human being in his arms.

The moon was indeed very beautiful tonight. Illuminating upon the sacred place where love had reached a new level of commitment.

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

Continue the Spice~?

WELP I currently have a lot of pending request! I’m gonna be closing off the request box for now, okay~?

[unlimitedfateimagines]

Cu Chulainn Alter (Berserker) + Master who’s gentle, sweet and klutzy yet intimidating

Ask: Hc for BerserCu that has a female master s/o that’s kinda small and really gentle and sweet but can sometimes seem like a klutz or frail but can also actually be v intelligent and surprisingly intimidating?

Sent by: Anon

A/N: another rewrite!! was reading it thru to correct and add in some stuff and to the anon who requested this like a year ago on my old blog, these are still some of my favourite requests i have written!! (this is like 4 pages of hcs in my google docs) thank you so much for requesting ♡ i’m slowly rewriting everything because finals are coming and so are college applications ;;v;; please be patient with me

Warnings: None

In all honesty, when he saw you as he materialized in Chaldea, he wasn’t expecting you to be as grand as everyone around; actually, far from it. With your short stature and gentle yet surprised and frail look when you summoned him, he wasn’t so sure about how this War would be.

Roughly around the first weeks he was summoned, he noticed you being very kind and sweet to almost every Servant out there, even Edmond Dantes and Jeanne Alter.

Though you did try to keep a respectable distance to a few Servants, giving them some personal space when needed. He figured he could get along with you to some extent if you were the type to be smart enough, according to him, to take note of his short answers and aloof body language to leave him alone asides from discussing missions and quests. He already has some respect, although small, for you.

He also saw you trip and bump into small stuff, like the plant at the end of the hall, when you bumped into the door frame or when you missed the last step of the stairs and slammed onto the ground face first, having Nightingale, Irisviel and Raikou immediately coming to your rescue.

But what surprised him the most, despite always seeing you being klutzy and tripping over air, was your ability to quickly assess the situation and think of many possibilities to overcome the problem which saved you and your Servants many times.

Notably in Camelot, when everyone was gathered around the Holy City for the Holy Selection, you immediately thought there was something wrong when you took note of the villagers of the East’s behaviour, how they seemed to be nervous and how the women were hunched back, as if they were cowering in fear of something. Some of them were scared of the Lion King but a good part of the villagers still go at the castle gates, despite the fear that resided within them. It was only you saw the light beam that your instincts kicked in and urged as many people as possible to get out and retreat to a safe distance from the walls, but they refused and you were pulled away by Mashu.

Cu Alter watched you as he sighed, but he immediately had his thoughts taken aback when he saw Gawain marching out and only selecting three people out of the thousands of villagers to enter the Holy City before seeing them all fall to Rhongomyniad, seeing the villager’s bodies gone when the light from the Holy Lance died.

His first reaction was to immediately pull you away from the destructive light and hold you close to him. He was surprised by his own actions and wondered why his first instinct was to try and protect you, a stronger instinct and feeling that was more than a simple “She is my Master.”

He still remains indifferent but starts to acknowledge your skills and that you were more than a klutzy Master who bumps into walls and door frames with your head buried in documents and a tablet.

That being said, he also started being protective. He’ll do little things like subtly wrap around his tail around your waist in a manner of not hurting you with its spikes or tower behind you, glaring daggers at the enemy.

After seeing you stand up for your own, eyes glinting with determination and igniting with fire, against the many Servants of each Singularity who looked down on you, he then actually started to become interested in you. Of course, he would never go out and admit it.

He still keeps his protective demeanor with you, simply towering the enemy with his height and his intimidating glare, a tight grip around Gae Bolg. Although he doesn’t wrap his tail around you in public as much as before, he loves and does it all the time in private. When sleeping, he likes to wrap his tail around you and hold you close, snuggling in his chest.

He’s glad that you’re intelligent and intimidating sometimes. He always has a little smirk when you glare daggers at the enemy; the latter scared that a person with such a small stature would scare their wits off and possibly pee in their pants while they’re at it.

“Oh? Are you underestimating your opponent?” you ask, looking up at the fat man with a death glare. “You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, you know. Who knows what I might do? I certainly may not be the best Master out there, but you should be careful of what humans are capable of when they’re determined and have their eyes set on something; they’ll manage to get ahold of their desires no matter what.”

He’s so proud of you every time you scare the living life out of someone.

He also gives you head pats. They’re discreet when you two are together on a quest, sometimes he’ll call you to fall back behind and give you a head pat and ruffle your hair affectionately, getting small giggles from your soft and plump lips.

He’ll rather give Gae Bolg to his Caster self than to admit this, but he does get a bit jealous when you have that gentle gaze every time you’re speaking to other Servants and being sweet; he adores your gentle and sweet side. The way how you would look at him so tenderly when you both are alone or hearing your voice, sweet as honey, whenever you would do the talk most of the time. He loves them all. There’s always a tinge in his heart when you talk to other Servants in the same way.

On this thought, he doesn’t entirely like Mash. He thinks of her more of an annoyance sometimes because of how she’s clingy towards you and how she’s constantly there. When he gets too annoyed with her blabbering, he simply whisks you away from her with something amongst the lines of “[Y/N] has something urgent to do for now. Please excuse us.”

And your laugh. He loves your laugh so much. The way how your shoulders and your back gently slouch and the happy glint in your eyes always makes his day even better. He also loves to pull some strands of your hair back behind your ear.

All of what he thought of you before like how you were just a klutzy Master? That doesn’t exist anymore. He loves you. With your frail appearance, you often get judged by other Servants, especially when battling them in a Singularity. Before you could even budge, he protectively wraps his tail around you, not caring what anyone says, and glares at your enemy.

Of course, he’ll never admit it, but he likes it when you take his hood and put it on. It’s so big and it hides half of your face. He likes lifting it up and kiss you, liking your surprised and flustered expression after, a cocky grin on his face.

Despite his constant stoic and cold expression, he genuinely loves you. He simply prefers expressing his love more in private than public because he finds it a pain when everyone freaks out when two people get together and doesn’t feel like exposing his own private life with the rest of the Servants in Chaldea.

[dolansmith]

CEO Pt. One~ Grayson Dolan

A/N: It’s been So Long since i’ve felt inspired to write but when that inspiration hit? It hit, and I’m glad because it’s the most I’ve written out consecutively ever. I hope y’all like it! Also! Let me know if you want to be tagged? 

Read Part Two here

Summary: YN is an aloof businesswoman that meets her match in the hopeless romantic that is Grayson Dolan.

Warnings: kinda rough unprotected smut, swearing, smoking

Word Count: 3,311 

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Y/N wasn’t the kind of woman to get caught up in men. She hadn’t been since she was in school. After a taste of success on the platform that was Youtube, and a major fuck up from a romantic partner, she realized that nothing, especially no man, could satisfy her inner cravings like her passions could. And Y/N only had two passions: sex and money. So after having saved as much money as possible, she rolled the dice and began her own company—selling sex toys.

Fast-forward a few years and her Youtube channel was a mixture of artistic videos, makeup tutorials, lingerie hauls and 15 minute-long ads for her own company—which had tripled in size. Long gone was the 18 year old girl who got her heart broken constantly, in her place was a woman that held her own and could make a grown man weak.

Grayson Dolan was no exception.

It was a regular, run of the mill Youtuber party—one Grayson almost didn’t go to as he and his twin only uploaded on the platform once or twice every other month. Their almost-departure from the platform wasn’t intentional, but their production company kept them plenty busy. While Y/N was fairly consistent in terms of uploading content, she hardly ever went to Youtuber parties. She was usually working. On occasion, if she decided she wanted to have sex, she’d pick someone up at a bar, get herself taken care of, and go back to work. That particular night, though, her closest friend convinced her to go. At the very least to be a wingman for when she decided to get with the host of the party.

So Y/N went to the party and that was how she ended up sitting on the host’s balcony to smoke, so she’d be away from everyone, as she decided where to go at that point. The feeling in the pit of her stomach told her she needed release, and the friction from rubbing her thighs wasn’t doing it anymore. In the entire hour she’d been at the party, she hadn’t met anyone—man or woman—that she wanted to take home. The cigarette helped ease her while she figured out if she wanted to go to a bar, or if she’d handle it solo that night.

I want to get fucked, she thought to herself.

Once deciding what she wanted to do, she searched through her phone, reading reviews of the bars nearest to her, occasionally taking a drag of her cigarette as she scrolled through Yelp.

“Mind if I bum one?” A deep voice asked, making Y/N tear her attention from her phone. She looked the man up and down, an eyebrow raising involuntarily. He was big. In almost every sense of the word: tall, muscular, and from the slight imprint she could see on his pants, he was well endowed.

“Not at all,” she stated, taking her pack of spirits from her purse, offering it to him. He took one gingerly, placing it to his lips. Before he could ask, Y/N was already standing up, flicking her lighter to light him up.

He smiled sheepishly, “thanks.” She nodded, waving him off before taking a seat again, gesturing for him to sit with her. After a moment of taking in the beautiful, and intimidating, stranger in front of him, he took the seat next to her. “I’m Grayson, by the way,” he introduced himself, reaching his free hand out for her to shake.

She raised an eyebrow in question for a moment, “I know who you are.” It was Grayson’s turn to raise a brow in question. Instead of continuing the sentiment, she introduced herself, taking his hand in hers, “Y/N. Nice to meet you, Grayson.”

She held the handshake for a beat longer than necessary, the action not going unnoticed by Grayson. “So, how come you’re up here smoking, instead of downstairs in the backyard with actual people?”

“I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I?”

Grayson chuckled, “You could.” The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Grayson desperately wanted to fill it, Y/N desperately wanted to know how much longer they had to make small talk before she could slyly ask him to take her home. “Truthfully, I saw a beautiful woman and I wanted to talk to her. So I asked to bum one, even though I don’t even smoke.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what she was expecting in terms of an answer, but that wasn’t it. Despite that, his candor made a real laugh escape from through her lips. “I commend the honesty, but you could’ve just talked to me, it would’ve probably been borderline creepy either way, though,” she smirked as a blush formed on the apples of his cheeks. “Cute,” she commented, making his blush deepen.

The goofy smile on Grayson’s face made her almost not want to take him home. He was too sweet. “Shut up. C’mon, I told you my reason, what’s yours?”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, wondering if she really wanted to take Grayson home. One glance at his bulging biceps and the way his pants started stirring by just her gaze, she decided almost instantaneously that even if he didn’t come home with her, she’d be playing with herself while picturing him that night. Might as well have the real thing. “I was deciding what bar to go to to pick someone up.” He visibly gulped, making Y/N want to bend over in that same second for him. “I’m not sure that’s necessary anymore, what do you think?” Her eyes didn’t leave his, and she watched as his hazel orbs darkened in desire, any trace of the sweet and almost vulnerable man she’d seen just seconds ago was washed away.

Knowing his bulge was evident through his striped pants, he turned his body to face Y/N. After flicking his cigarette onto the ground he leaned in a little closer, leaving their faces just inches from each other. Y/N could tell she was already soaked by the mere look he was giving her. She copied Grayson in tossing the cigarette, leaning even closer. “I think…” he started, placing a gentle hand on her hip, rubbing circles into it with his thumb before continuing, “I think that’d be a waste of a few trips and gas—wouldn’t be very environmentally conscious of you, would it?”

She nodded, “You’re absolutely right, how inconsiderate of me.” Her lips were just a hair away from his now. Her core was aching in waves to the rhythm of the circles Grayson traced on her jeans. “Thanks for keeping me environmentally friendly,” she practically whispered before colliding her lips to his. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her off her chair with ease. She caressed the stubble on his face as he walked her into the bedroom connected to the balcony. He dropped her gently onto the bed before pulling his shirt off over his head, leaning down to attack her neck with his lips. He kissed, licked and sucked gently, careful to not leave any marks as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down hastily. Grayson chuckled at her eagerness before clasping his hand around her neck firmly, pushing her into the bed, “Don’t be so hasty, babygirl, or I won’t fuck you the way you want me to.”

She groaned at the nickname, her pussy was aching to be touched by him, but as much as she wanted him, she wanted to be in charge more. Looking him right in the eyes, she wrapped her jean clad legs around his torso and with all the strength she could muster, she used his surprise to her advantage and flipped him over to be under her. Grayson was shocked as she straddled him, wrapping her smaller hand around his throat, squeezing the sides of it as she leaned down to kiss him passionately. She ground into his boxer clad boner, moaning as she straightened back up, hand still around his throat, “It’s ma to you, honey.”

If it were possible to be more turned on, Grayson would be. Women didn’t generally fight for dominance with him. Defiantly, he ripped her crop top into two pieces of fabric, revealing the lacy black bra underneath, which he easily unclasped, immediately taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it greedily as he unbuttoned her jeans. The moan that escaped her lips that time was so loud, he wondered if she was a screamer. Deciding he didn’t want to wait to find out, he easily grabbed her hips and flipped her back under him. Grayson pulled her jeans off in record time, standing up to admire her body for a moment.

Y/N groaned in anticipation, throwing her legs up to pull him down. She pushed his shoulders down with her legs until he was on his knees on the bedside. He got the message clearly, tearing her panties apart. “Are you kidding me?” Y/N asked, laughing breathlessly.

“I’ll buy you new ones—and a new shirt.” He smirked. She wanted to wipe that right off his face. The only way she could think to do so was to shove his face between her legs.

Grayson happily and eagerly licked between her folds, making Y/N arch her back in anticipation. Grayson wanted to taste her, pleasure her, slowly build her into orgasm—but Y/N wanted to get fucked. “Baby boy, this is sweet,” she started as he pushed in a finger carefully, licking circles around her clit, “But foreplay is for lovers, suck on my clit and then fuck me already.”

Grayson didn’t need to be asked twice, he went down on her until she was bucking her hips, nearing her orgasm. She grabbed his hair in fistfuls, “Don’t stop, Grayson. Fuck, baby, please!” He lifted her hips, never letting up on her clit, and looking up into her face, relishing in the stoic woman becoming putty in his hands. Her groans and moans grew louder, Grayson was sure her orgasm was going to attract attention downstairs, which only pushed him to get her to scream. Grayson wrapped an arm around her wide hips to keep them up as he pushed two fingers inside of her, walking them on her g-spot. This sent Y/N over an edge, screaming his name so loud, he wondered if she remembered where they were or if she simply didn’t care. She breathed heavily as she began to grind herself on his face, coming down from her high.

Before she could fully compose herself, Grayson flipped her onto her stomach, eliciting a gasp from the woman he needed to be inside of. He hadn’t ever needed someone like that in his life, but looking at her glistening pussy made him so eager, he didn’t even try to ease himself in—he bottomed out immediately. Y/N gasped loudly as she felt him in her stomach, “Fuck, a little warning would’ve been appreciated, baby boy.” Grayson barely heard her, though, as he felt his body tense up. She felt so good. He slowly pulled himself back out, making them both moan lowly, “Grayson—“

He stopped his movements, he was only halfway out when he leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair, “I’ve put up with your lip, but if you want me to fuck you, we’re going to do it at my pace.” She groaned, she usually wasn’t this turned on by being a bottom, but he’d brought her to such an intense orgasm that she let it slide, wanting nothing more than another one, she turned her head back to look at him, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s right, ma,” Grayson said, kissing her softly, making her stomach flutter at the stark difference that kiss was to the way he was pulling her hair. Without warning, he was pounding into her roughly, one fist in her hair, the other on her hip, smacking her ass roughly every now and then. He fucked her so roughly, practically tossing her into different positions like a rag doll that she stopped thinking altogether, just enjoying being fucked by a man.

At some point he flipped her onto her back, his face in the crook of her neck as he pounded in and out of her slick, tight pussy. “Grayson,” she moaned. He was getting closer to cumming, wishing he didn’t have to just yet. Y/N felt the exact same, wanting it to never end. The familiar feeling was building in the pit of her stomach, causing her moans to increase in volume again. She opened her eyes to see Grayson looking at her, beginning to slow his hips. She shook her head frantically, “Don’t slow down, baby, I'm so close.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, “Me too, but I don’t wanna—“

“We can go back to mine after if you want, just please let me cum.” With that, he picked up his pace, groaning loudly and closing his eyes as he came closer to release. She grabbed his jaw in her hand roughly, holding him in place and looking him in the eyes as she bucked her hips against him, making his jaw drop slightly, “You gonna cum for me, baby?” She asked lowly; he nodded in response. “Look me in the eyes when you do.” His groans and her moans filled the room as they came together, their eye contact increasing the intimacy and intensity. Grayson half-collapsed on her, getting no protest from Y/N as she kissed his forehead. “That was fucking amazing,” he whispered, his head landing in the crook of her neck.

“You still wanna go to my place?” She asked. He nodded eagerly and bolted upright to get his clothes on. Y/N giggled at his eagerness as she put on what was left of her ensemble, rolling her eyes as she was half naked. Grayson laughed at the stern look on her face. She rolled her eyes as she picked her purse off the floor, leading the way out. Grayson followed her out, reaching for her hand. She raised an eyebrow at him, “Hand holding?” Grayson shrugged, tightening his hold on her as they walked out of the influencer’s house. Y/N was catching stares from her sudden toplessness, but she shrugged them off as she led Grayson out.

“Did you uber here?” She asked. Grayson nodded as she led them to her car. She tossed him the keys, “You alright to drive?” He nodded again, smiling softly, seeing her eyes were getting heavier once they were seated. Y/N put the address into the car’s GPS and the ride was silent aside from the music playing on the radio. She wasn’t sure if it was the way his jaw clenched as he drove, or if she was trying to wake herself up a little more because she really didn’t want the night to end, but she moved to take her seatbelt off, sat on her knees, and turned to Grayson.

“W-what are you doing?” Grayson knew exactly what she was doing.

“Returning a favor,” was all Y/N said before unzipping his pants and tugging at their waistband and the waistband of his boxers simultaneously. Grayson went back and forth between looking at her and the road, his palms sweating as he lifted his hips for her to have access to him. His dick popped out from the cotton that kept it captive and bobbed up towards his stomach, making Y/N moan at the sight. She knew he was big, she felt him in her stomach but seeing it? It made her core tingle in anticipation for what they were going to do back at her house.

She spit into her hand and wrapped her fingers around his dick, stroking it a few times before taking the tip into her mouth. Making Grayson moan and tighten his hands on the wheel.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. She’s a fucking psychopath, he thought briefly as she took more and more of him in her mouth. Slowly but surely she got his entire member inside her mouth, loving the feel of it in the back of her throat. She picked up speed, making Grayson’s hips buck in surprise, tingling at the vibrations from her moans. He peeked down at her and saw she was bobbing her head on him, while also playing with her clit. The sight had him groaning, wishing she was sitting on his face and that he wasn’t driving.

“Fuck,” he whispered as his balls began to tighten. Y/N pulled her hand from inside her pants and lightly grazed her nails against his balls, slowly tracing shapes into them. Grayson wished he could’ve held out to see what she would’ve done next, but suddenly he was slamming on the brakes, groaning out a loud obscenity, and bracing Y/N’s head before it hit the steering wheel.

As quickly as she started the act, she pulled herself back and into her seat, licking her lips in the process. “Your cum tastes really good,” she commented in surprise.

Grayson looked at her with wide eyes, putting his pants back on. Nodding his thanks, he couldn’t help himself when he grabbed her face and kissed her passionately. She returned the sentiment, giggling as he said, “You’re fucking crazy.”

The rest of the drive was filled with laughter and light jokes as they decided to get to know each other throughout the rest of the 40 minute drive. By the time they pulled into her driveway, they knew each other’s family member’s names, tidbits about their high school years, and quite a bit about work—both being devoted to what they work in.

“Ethan and I really want to take on a new… project, I guess you could call it. It’s more of a second business. We’re just worried that we won’t be able to put in as much of ourselves into it as we’d like. The production company takes a lot of manpower to keep running,” Grayson said as they walked through Y/N’s front door.

Y/N nodded, processing it as she pulled out a couple of wine glasses, pouring some rosé, her favorite. “I don’t think it should be as complicated as you’re making it, Grayson,” She began, handing him the second glass. “If it’s important to you and your brother, then make it a priority while its a seedling. Your company’s expanding pretty rapidly, right?”

“Yeah, sort of, its been kind of overwhelming honestly.”

“Then expand a little bit in terms of employees. Add in a couple of people to oversee projects for you and Ethan. You guys could be proper CEOs. Working on budgets and expansion, and dipping into the creative aspect now and then after this other project gets on its feet.”

“What if we’re too small to be adding any additional roles? What if it sinks us?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before offering her help, “I’m sure it won’t, but in any case, I can take a look at it for you with some of my team, see what route is best for you guys.” She’d never even held a full conversation outside of sex with a one night stand before, let alone practically asked to see them again in the light of day. Grayson seemed very genuine though, she’d taken a bit of a liking to him. She could see him almost being a friend of some sort. Maybe one with benefits.

“You’d do that?” Grayson asked in surprise.

“Sure, why not?” She asked. That was all he needed to hear.

[robot-unicorn-attack]

☽ SNOW, 31

“ The ice does not forgive.”  —Leigh Bardugo

Real Name: MARIVANA IRINDRA

Agency: 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 (Ice World)

FC: Anna Selezneva

Unicorn Name: SPARKLE CHARMER [+]

Place of Birth: Ice World

Appearance: When Marivana made her comeback to the racing industry as Snow, she had two dozen tiny diamonds implanted into her irises (12 in each eye), arranged in a circle around her pupils. They’re just a tad lighter than her natural eye color, and it gives her eyes a certain cold steeliness, a certain unnatural hardness, when they catch in the light. Although the procedure was originally at the insistence of her agency, Marivana finds that she’s grown to like having the diamonds there. They make her look a bit more intimidating than she would normally be - perfect for fending off sales executives and creative directors who might get a little too handsy while on the job.

In addition, the current makeup looks that the stylists give her are all very dark and dramatic-all black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow and diamond-encrusted fake eyelashes. It makes her look a tad villainous-like a ruthless evil queen-and Marivana thinks that she could be into that.

“ You think I’m not a goddess? Try me...Touch me and you’ll burn.”  —Margaret Atwood

Wardrobe: If Marivana could have it her way, she’d dress in nothing but dark colors and streamlined, practical outfits (“It’s all very Lava World”, her agent had once said, disapprovingly). If she could have it her way, she’d wear severe gowns and sharp suits, without any makeup and with minimal jewelry. 

But, of course, that is not how a racer for Ice World’s most prestigious racing agency dresses. When she was Snow Princess, Marivana would be forced into the most ridiculously elaborate gowns - Ice Worlders are never frilly, mind you, but they’e still very extra about their wardrobes. As Snow Princess, Marivana wore poofy fur-lined sleeves and dresses with modular skirts and layers upon layers of satin and tulle - not to mention all the fucking jewelry. Nowadays, however, Marivana’s image as the ice queen of unicorn racing means that she gets less satin and tulle, more diamonds and leather. Nevertheless, everything is still embellished with so many goddamn jewels and gemstones that Marivana feels 100 pounds heavier when she’s wearing some of the ensembles that the stylists put together for her.

Places most likely to be found: When there’s a race coming up, Marivana is usually on any one of the practice race tracks/areas. In the event that she has a bit of free time, Marivana likes to frequent each planet’s respective libraries. Before she was scouted, she’d planned on becoming a botanist, and the interest is still definitely there. 

If she’s in Unicorn City, Marivana’s usually at whichever clubs, parties, galas, or promo events that her agency sends her to. Marivana usually hangs out along the side or in a corner - alone, unless someone else approaches her (and people usually do. She’s Snow, after all).

People mostly likely to be with: Sky and Ice, just because they’re from, you know, the same agency as Marivana.

Strongest character trait: Steely

“ I’m headed straight for the castle, they’re gonna make me their queen...and there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying that I probably shouldn’t be so mean. ”  —Halsey

Public Image: Cold, determined, aloof, and a bit cruel, a bit ruthless, a bit brutal: Snow is robot unicorn racing’s resident Ice Queen, and boy oh boy does her agency like to hype it up. Every year, they spin something about how her encounter with the thief who allegedly smashed her first unicorn to  bits “changed” her from the dainty snow princess into her current icy persona. It’s bullshit, all of it, but Marivana will put up with the marketing and misinformation if it means that her agency will just let her continue running with this public image that matches up with what she’s actually like. She’s had enough of smiling until the entire lower half of her face feels numb to last a lifetime, thank you very much.

Racing Strengths: Marivana has been with Sparkle Charmer (S.C.) for almost ten years, meaning that she knows her unicorn. She knows everything that there is to know about S.C., from where her horn and hooves were manufactured to what breed of horse she was originally engineered from. And though she’s no mechanic, she’s well aware of how to do many of the basic repairs that S.C. might need. 

The thing that makes her such a good racer, in Marivana’s opinion, is how well that she and S.C. know each other’s strengths and weaknesses. And there is, of course, the implicit trust in between them - Marivana is unyielding, yes, but only when she knows that she won’t endanger S.C. in doing so. She knows when, and how, to push S.C., and when to dial it back. Neither of them are afraid to take something head-on. Neither of them are afraid to put another racer and her unicorn in a tight spot in order to gain the upper-hand.

Racing Weaknesses: Marivana is perfectly good at navigating treacherous passes and maneuvering her way around plasma beams, yes, but she’s never been particularly great at the delicate dressage that other racers/unicorns excel at. She’s also not one for subtlety, of any kind - she would much rather dash through a star or stone golem than try to do a fancy jump and avoid it. 

And, although she would never admit this in a million years, Marivana’s never been very good at adapting quickly to new situations. She likes to go in knowing what to expect, so on the off chance that she encounters something completely new, Marivana would be in a bit of a tight spot.

“ You should see me in a crown, your silence is my favorite sound. ”  —Billie Eilish

Personality: Marivana’s entire image revolves around the fact that she’s cold, and it’s true-in fact, it’s the one part about her that her agency hasn’t lied about. Practical and pragmatic, with both feet planted firmly on the ground, Marivana is observant and brutally analytical; calm and collected under even the most trying of circumstances. She is logical and rational and constantly aware of her surroundings, thanks to being in the industry that she’s in for over ten years, and her cunning intelligence allows her to pick up even the slightest of cues. 

Marivana is usually more “terrifying” than “charming”, but she is able to be charismatic, albeit in a vaguely terrifying sort of way. She is meticulous and thorough in everything she does, and she knows the ins and outs of the industry like the back of her hand. She tends to think things through before she acts, and rarely lets her temper get the best of her

Marivana tends to be coolly detached and aloof; she comes off as a bit haughty and snobby, sometimes, which perfectly fits her image as unicorn racing’s resident ice queen. She’s not the most moral of people, with more than just a bit of a ruthless streak in her, and her agency would have the galaxy believe that Marivana cares about nothing except for winning.

But they’re wrong. They’re wrong. Marivana cared very much for that first unicorn of hers, the one that her agency put down, the one that her agency then used basically for plot convenience in order to re-make Marivana’s image. She used to be angry and resentful about it, but nowadays, it’s more of a dull sort of ache, when she lets her mind wander back to that. If she lets her mind wander at all.

And so Marivana pretends that she truly does not care for anything except winning, and sometimes she can even fool herself into believing it. She pretends, as if this numbness was any better than the rage from before. As if pretending could somehow make her feel alright again.

(She knows that it won’t).

“ Rebel rebel, call me a rebel rebel; I walk the plank, not a tear in my eye; I won't go down, your blushing bride; Under the water I'll be sharpening my knife. ”  —MILCK

Biography: Marivana, the former "Snow Princess", was once Ice World's sweetheart; at only seventeen with her blonde curls and sparkling blue eyes and a smile so pretty and sweet that people said it could melt ice, who would have not loved her? Her first unicorn was the same-extraordinarily gentle, with an even disposition and as pretty as a picture.

Marivana is one of those cases where a racer is scouted as much as for her looks as for her prior knowledge of robot unicorns/horses. She came from a middle class family from Ice World, one that could afford to send her to riding classes. Marivana did well in her competitions, but it was always more of a hobby than it was a career choice. But one day, by chance, an agent from 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 was at one of her competitions. And although she came in sixth, the agent decided that her specific combination of aesthetics and skills was just what 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 needed to round out its 3-racer team. 

And so when she was seventeen, she signed a contract with 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 and became Snow Princess.

Marivana had always been stubborn and determined. She was a no-nonsense kind of girl who had never actually been all that popular amongst her peers, thanks to her general standoffish-ness and resting bitch face. But what 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 needed, when they brought her in, was a pretty face with blonde curls and blue eyes and a gentle smile. 

Stars above, it was hard, to relax the tension in her forehead, to not look like she wanted to die every time she smiled. But the agency had her practice, and practice she did, until becoming Snow Princess was just like slipping on a scratchy sweater. Not the most comfortable sensation, no, one that felt a little wrong...but it was convincing enough, from the outside, and that was what mattered.

The public, of course, ate it up. That, combined with Marivana’s hours and hours of practice, brought her success. Her career was on a precipitous rise during the first couple of years; the Estrellian Federation and the rest of the unicorn racing world just couldn't seem to get enough of Snow Princess and her unicorn. But her life was turned upside down when the terrorist attacks on Unicorn City were attributed back to rogue AI; one night, as she was returning back to the training facility with her unicorn, a thief tried to rob her of everything she owned. Marivana's unicorn saw her panicking and intervened, killing the thief. Normally, this would not have been such a big deal, but with anti-robot sentiment on the rise, Marivana's racing agency was forced to deactivate ("put down") her unicorn in order to avoid legal sanctions from Ice World’s governement.

For the next three competition seasons, Snow Princess with her sweet smile and blonde curls were nowhere to be seen, and fans anxiously waited for her return. And return she did, but she was different. Marivana came back with Sparkle Charmer (who has been her unicorn ever since), but she dropped the "Princess" from her stage name and all the pretty smiles were gone.

Marivana (now known as "Snow") made a name for herself in the industry with both her unbeatable technique and her ruthless nature; cold and ambitious, she would do anything to rise to the top, according to her bio on her agency’s website. And with both Sparkle Charmer and the backstory that 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 spun up for them, her career sky-rocketed. The Ice Worlders loved the way that she and Sparkle Charmer simply smashed through stars and golems alike; they were fascinated by how Sparkle and Snow could hang still in the air, suspended by nothing but strength and sheer willpower alone. Snow and Sparkle are not known for their fancy flying or their nimble maneuvers. They are known for their raw strength and power and their gritty sort of determination. They are harsh, blunt, unyielding-something that, despite all their insistences on politeness and propriety, Ice Worlders absolutely adore.

Marivana is now over thirty, but she shows no signs of retiring (yet)...and she's definitely good enough to compete with newer, younger racers. These days, she is widely considered to be an industry veteran. She stays with 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, if only because they give her perks and have generally left her alone, but she’ll never forget how they took what happened with her first unicorn (which was allegedly “smashed to bits” by the thief, according to the official statement the racing agency put out) and turned it into a fucking marketing shtick.

“ Of course I’m a threat. Why? Did you think for a moment that I wasn’t?”  —Emma Frost (Marvel’s X-men)

Relationships:

Sky -

Ice -

Supernova - Marivana is...pretty indifferent? when it comes to Supernova. She knows who she is and what she’s done, of course-who doesn’t?-but if you think that she’d be starstruck and/or falling over herself when Supernova’s around her...well, you’d be wrong. Marivana’s had multiple trusted parties tell her that she’s just as good as Supernova was, at her peak, so she knows that she’s not a threat-for now, at least. Marivana’s a bit wary of the other racer, but also a bit curious to see as to where this comeback will lead. 

Sunbeam -  

Flower - Marivana knows exactly what 𝑅 𝐼 𝒮 𝐸 is pulling with Flower (her own agency did the same thing to her, after all), and she is not fooled at all. She’s not stupid; in the robot unicorn racing industry, nobody is completely, utterly unknown when they debut unless they had no prior experience with robot horses/unicorns in the past. Marivana knows that Flower probably had to work her butt off to stay with 𝑅 𝐼 𝒮 𝐸, and she would bet her right hand that the image that Flower puts out to the public is just that - an image.

Flame - Marivana knows about 1) the image that she projects, and 2) that this image is pretty true to who Flame really is, for the most part. Her verdict? Flame could prove to be annoying, if she gets relevant while Marivana is still in the industry as a racer. Marivana doesn’t know what life not racing would be like, but she’s well-aware that she’s the oldest racer out there (well, besides Supernova, who doesn’t count. She’s making a comeback, after all), and that retirement is probably not too far out in her future. So, if Flame is still around within the next 5-10 years, then Marivana might start worrying about her. For now, she’s just the irritating racer with ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ who won’t ever stop causing a scene.

Nyx -

Widowmaker -

Playlist:

“Freeze you Out” by Sia

“Adios” by Everglow

“You should see me in a crown” by Billie Eilish

“Castle” by Halsey

“Devil Devil” by MILCK

“Glory and Gore” by Lorde

“The Lady in Red” by Jolin Tsai

“Samaritan” by ionnalee

Headcanons:

Marivana addresses her unicorn as S.C., because ‘Sparkle Charmer’ is a mouthful and just ‘Sparkle’ is too Snow Princess, in her opinion.

She gets lots of points for strength and technique/execution when she races, but not so much for speed or precision.

Marivana has always been slightly more sympathetic to Flower than she normally would be to other new faces, just because she knows exactly what Flower’s agency is putting her through.

That one scene with Flower, the 50-pound diamond headdress, and a creepy drunk guy at a club in Unicorn City (The Neon Demon)

Basically, all the Aurivana content. Secret relationship???? Secret relationship.

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ayzrules/and-the-rest-is-rust-and-stardust-rua/snow-sparkle-charmer/

Official Bio on Agency Website: https://robot-unicorn-attack.tumblr.com/database-snow

[stluciasstudentjail]

UFO, photo album, microscope, psyche for Cas, Cameron, Rory, Renee, and Alister.

I got my wisdom teeth out and took a nap n now I can finally answer at least one of these 2nite

UFO

Cas: One thing noticeable about Cas is his gentle demeanor. He tries too hard to get people to like him and acts as good natured as possible, but it can come off as fake. He genuinely is a friendly person, though. He probably wouldn’t identify as any specific sexuality, not because he doesn’t want to but because he’s oblivious to the terms. He’s bisexual with a preference for women.

Cameron: He makes himself known as soon as he walks into a room, so he can easily be identified by his energy. It can either brighten up a room or irritate people. He has a temper, but settles down very quickly and  rarely holds grudges. As for his sexuality, he identifies as straight but has had crushes on boys before. He’s just oblivious to it.

Rory: She seems very unapproachable, but she’s short with soft features so it doesn’t really intimidate anyone. She’s abrasive and sarcastic, especially when she’s in a bad mood. And unfortunately for her, she’s also completely straight.

Renee: She’s very open and friendly, and loves to tease and poke fun at her friends. She likes to check up on the kids every so often. When she’s irritated, she seems aloof. She’s bisexual, openly. She prefers women for the most part, with few exceptions.

Alister: He comes off as very calm and assertive, and a bit irritable. He’s honest with his friends, generally speaking. He likes to be asked for help. Usually good at staying rational outside of his own issues. He prefers women, but has dabbled in the past. He’d identify as ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (mostly straight) 

photo album

Cas: One of his favorite memories is going on vacation with his family. His father was loving, but had a hectic job so it was one of the few times they’d have a lot of time together. He mostly remembers playing with Shana, and it’s a memory he’s glad he was able to bring back to the surface.

Cameron: He has a couple good memories, I guess. He liked it when both his parents were out of the house and his brother would let him do whatever he wanted (and by that I mean he wouldn’t harpy shriek at him for getting himself a snack or something like his evil mom) n they’d hang out n make fun of the infomercials on tv because god knows their parents didn’t care about cable

Rory: Her parents liked to dote on her, so she has a lot of good memories with them. Her father used to buy her a stuffed animal whenever he had to leave for a few days (hmmm) so she remembers that fondly. All her stuff is gone tho because of you know whomst.

Renee: She has very few good memories of her childhood, but realizing she could actually connect with friends and make her own family was one of the greatest moments of comfort for her.

Alister: His better memories are probably along the same line as Cameron’s. In particular, when Cameron tried to DIY a birthday present for him. It looked like shit, so he had to try not to laugh. Nice gesture tho

microscope:

Cas: May turn his sweater inside out instead of washing it in a pinch.  Has a persistent cowlick. Thinks reptiles are cool. Had a dinosaur phase as a child. Reads a range of different books, and some are Not Good. Uses five sugar cubes in his tea. Has a lot of pet hair on his clothes that he can’t seem to brush off. His favorite drink is hot chocolate, and he doesn’t care if it’s instant.

Renee: She has a gentle, good natured laugh even when she’s making fun of her friends. She likes plain green tea with honey after dinner. She’ll take way too long do decide what to buy when she’s out shopping. Good at singing, but gets flustered when she’s caught. Will buy birthday gifts weeks ahead. A dog lover. Loves have her hair played with.

Rory: Used to be self conscious about her freckles, but Renee said they’re cute so she tries to own them. Loves cute things, but thinks it’s embarrassing. Spends a lot of time brushing her hair in the morning. She actually puts a lot of effort in school and gets pretty good grades. Her classmates think she’s aloof or even shy if they haven’t talked to her. She’s very athletic and has a competitive streak.

Cameron: Will hold out wearing hoodies as long as possible even if it’s a bit warm. Doesn’t have to do much with his hair. Holds off doing his homework until the last second. Falls asleep in class sometimes. Had a lot of casual dating but didn’t really want to get anywhere with it bc he’s a bit of a romantic. Can’t hold his alcohol very well. Will scratch in a fight if he has to.

Alister: Spends maybe too much time looking out for the dumb squad. Drinks a lot of coffee, doesn’t use sugar but adds milk because he thinks it’s gross on it’s own. When he does sleep he usually does so on the couch.  Very attentive to his dog, but is really more of a cat person. Hasn’t interacted with most of his neighbors but knows all of them by name through their white trash fighting and knows all their drama. 

Psyche:

Cas: PTSD, definitely. And some anxiety, to top it off. He has panic attacks every so often, but controls them quite well by distracting himself. If not, he’ll call someone up and talk about something completely unrelated to get his mind off it. He’s very bad at managing his emotions in a crisis, and will go into full panic mode and be pretty much a wreck.

Cameron: Sooo many abandonment issues. He’s very insecure and is constantly seeking validation. In a crisis he’ll put on a complete facade even if he’s scared and probably end up getting himself hurt just to try and look like he’s not useless.

Renee: She’ll have flashbacks sometimes, or nightmares. Usually she just tries to be close to someone until she feels better. She manages them well for herself by trying to talk herself down. In a crisis, she’s very collected and won’t usually outwardly panic.

Rory: PTSD, panic attacks, and fear of touch… oh, and a lot of nightmares. She covers it up, but will crumple in a crisis at times because she’s just a kid. She copes outwardly by being abrasive and unapproachable.

Alister: PTSD, parentification, and a lot of abandonment issues. He copes with it through apathy and sarcasm. He also has pretty bad insomnia, nightmares, flashbacks etc. He has been known to self medicate, usually with alcohol. Probably the most collected in a crisis, and has the hardest exterior to crack.

[becuzimbatman]

Roy/Rose Ficlet

Okay so I was drunk when I got the idea and then started writing it while still drunk so pardon the typos but hey, I had the motivation to make it happen so here it is.

The prompt (also by me) is: “HC: When Roy drinks he bums a cigarette off of Rose because it takes the edge off his heroin craving. The two really only understand each other and their abandonment issues/resentment toward their father (figures) by the glow of a lighter in the cold of night.”

Below the cut is the resulting (platonic unless you want it to be something else) ficlet:

      Roy sighed as the familiar emotions of inadequacy and loneliness began to creep into his mind. One shot ago, he felt upbeat, giddy, and perhaps a bit flirty, even. Long ago, he and Karen had defined this perfect feeling between “not drunk enough” and “too drunk” as “Nirvana”. Unfortunately, Roy had agreed to one last round of tequila shots, which had turned the infamous upper into a bit of a downer.

   Normally, Roy knew his limits, but between the weekly NA sessions and the mysterious spike in crime throughout the cold months, he found himself stretched thin and looking for an escape. The bottle brought a warm, happy feeling, but occasionally, the itch for something more potent, more exhilarating crept to the surface of his skin. He had only been attending these meetings for the better part of 5 months, and still feared the threat of a relapse. In this particular moment, he not only felt the itch, but it was coupled with a crippling sense of worthlessness, and all he could understand is that he had to get out. And fast.

   The biting cold greeted him as he exited the T-shaped tower in Jump City. He watched as the waves crashed over the rocks, sending white-capped tides airborne in the shine of moonlight. The several Titan-teams had been gathered on this particular evening to celebrate Robin’s birthday, but the late nights on a small island brought unforgiving winds on this November evening. Roy’s cheeks burned as bright as his hair, although some of his flush could have, admittedly, been from the alcohol he consumed prior.

   “Hey,” the voice from his left startled him. Up until now, he thought he was completely alone outside. He turned to the sound and was greeted by the sound of the white-haired beauty, Rose Wilson. With a modesty that Roy Harper could never admit to having without alcohol in his system, he realized that he had perhaps been a bit over the top in his flirting with Rose lately, and actually felt embarrassed for being so blatantly over the top with his advances.

   “Hey,” he replied, as casually as he could. As much as he admired, respected, and perhaps even feared his comrade, he did not want to show the conflicting feelings he held inside. As he drew closer, he noticed that when Rose brought her hand to her lips, a faint glow emitted just beyond her fingertips. A cigarette! He concluded. He managed to swallow the lump in his throat as he came to stand next to her, but anxiety and tell-tale shake of his hand when he waved to her contradicted his smooth voice and confident poise. “What brings you out here?”

   Rose considered him for a moment, noting the archer’s stance, but also his expression and demeanor, which betrayed that he was not quite his usual self. “The crowd just got to be a little much for me,” she replied finally. She took a long drag of her cigarette before examining the redhead again. She saw that his gaze, at least from what she could assume his eyes were looking at behind his mask, was directed toward the cancer-stick dangling between her finger tips. She tipped it towards him in offering, and he only hesitated a second before uncrossing his arms and reaching for the cigarette. “Every so often, I just feel a bit suffocated by large amounts of people… you know?”

   “No,” Roy admitted, perhaps a bit too quickly as he exhaled the nicotine-smoke. Ever the extrovert, Roy honestly couldn’t relate to the insecure admission offered by his usually tough-skinned ally. However, the alcohol in his system prevented him from pretending otherwise, and before he could consider a tactful, emotionally-considerate reply, he added: “Actually, I rather prefer to be in a large group of people than be given too much time to myself.”

   Rose huffed as she snatched the cigarette back from the ever-aggravating archer. She inhaled deeply as she brought the cigarette to her lips, staring out beyond the crashing point of the waves. “Well, then what brings you out here then if you’re so much better around people?” Despite her frustration, she tipped her hand towards Roy once more, and he eagerly took the joint back into his own, larger hands.

   “Honestly?” he countered. He paused as he took an even longer drag from the cigarette. He felt the itch under his skin subside as he released the smoke trapped in his lungs, even letting his eyes flutter closed from the sheer relief of his action. He took Rose’s undivided attention and lack of reply as a sign to continue. “I just… suddenly felt so small. Like, that despite everything I’ve gone through, I just simply didn’t matter.”

   Her gaze snapped toward him as he spoke. Normally, Roy was so much more… casual? Aloof? Confident? That the sudden admission of his insecurities shocked her into silence. Beyond that, she noticed that he could not look at her as he spoke. Instead, his own stare was fixed straight ahead of him, seemingly peering off even further than the crashing waves. This time she did not snatch the dangling cigarette from his limp grip. “What makes you say something like that?” She probed. Perhaps the redhead had more depth to him than she had previously perceived.

   Roy brought the cigarette to his lips once more. “I dunno,” he exhaled. “Just… Ollie took me off the streets, made me who I am, and yet now when I need him the most…” he trailed off, his voice cracking as his emotions threatened to bubble to the surface. “Forget about it, it’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

   Smiling slightly, Rose couldn’t help but allow the ironic chuckle to bubble past her lips. “Please,” she muttered, taking the cigarette back from Roy. He turned to her, astonished, as she seemingly brushed off his uncharacteristically heartfelt words. “I don’t even like my father,” she countered, the malice seeping into her words. “And yet… sometimes I find myself yearning for his approval, his assurance… hell, any kind of acknowledgment. I know it’s sick but… he’s the only family I have yet… you know?”

   Astonished, Roy allowed himself to gape momentarily before composing himself. “Yes!” he breathed, turning to face her fully. “It’s like… I shouldn’t need him, but… if not him who else??” He gushed. “I just… wish he could be what I needed from him… or at the very least that he could admit to needing me, too.” 

   The archer lowered his gaze to the rocks beneath his yellow boots. He wasn’t expecting to divulge this much about himself, and although the words rolled easily off his tongue, he had not fully processed them until they hung in the silence between them. 

   Moments later, Roy felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Rose offering a new, unlit cigarette to him. He allowed a sad smile to grace his features before accepting the cigarette, sticking it between his lips and leaning close to the girl to allow her to light the joint. As he straightened up to gaze beyond the waves, beyond the city limits, into the horizon accentuated by moonlight, he felt a pair of tentative arms encircle his waist from the side and a warm body scooch closer to him.

   He peered down at the white-haired beauty next to him. While words of encouragement were never exchanged between the two, Roy realized that Rose, of all the people in his world, understood his pain more than anyone else. As such, it was only natural that neither of them could admit what they needed most.

   Turning his gaze back to the vastness before him, he allowed his arm to reach around his comrade and settle comfortably on her hip. It was not at all like the flirty, even possessive grip he had earlier attempted in his jesting, sober encounters with the intimidating female. This time, it was… natural, welcome, and even comforting. 

   He felt her head lull onto his shoulder, and it was in that moment that Roy realized that he was not alone in his battle. He had by his side another person who felt his pain, and with whom he no longer had to hide his feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness. Perhaps with her help, he could find his own inner Nirvana, without alcohol, without cigarettes, without drugs. And maybe, he could even help her do the same.  

[ilovethecompanions]

Companions react to a cat imprinting on them and following them around

Cait: At first she is annoyed. She doesn’t want the thing to follow her around! Tries to scare it away but the cat still stick to her. In the end she decides to ignore it. But as weeks passes she grows accustomed to it and ends up taking a liking to it. A great liking. This is her cat and if anyone hurts it she will hurt them. She enjoys the company, even though she will deny it. Cait ends up naming it Charlie, regardless of gender, and gets proud every time it brings her a mouse or a bird. That’s right, who’s her little killer? You are, you are!

Curie: Oh, she’s so happy when she realizes the cat likes her! It’s so cute after all! If it’s a male cat she names it Alan and if it’s a female it’s Fabiola. Curie makes it a large bed made out of various fabrics and makes sure the cat is as healthy as possible. She really loves the cat and pets it all the time. Would snuggle it 24/7 if she could. Brushes it every day and baths it once every week. This is the healthiest and cleanest cat in all of the Commonwealth.

Codsworth: This poor little bot is so confused, help him. He doesn’t understand why it follows him all the time, he is made out of metal after all! Nevertheless, he lets it stick around and does his best to make it comfortable. Codsworth is a bit distressed since he can’t pet it without accidentally hurting it and feels terrible for not returning its affections. The most he can do is let it rub against him and sit on his ”head”. Poor, poor bot has never wished he had hands more in his entire life. Names the cat Marvel, since it’s a marvel it chose just him.

Danse: Doesn't even notice at first that the cat is following him. When he does eventually notice he just assumes it wants food and that it will go away once it realizes it won't get any. But when the cat still follows him, into battle nonetheless, he is confused, more so than Codsworth. Why does it follow him? What should he do with it? This man is clueless. Eventually he decides to keep it. It reminds him of proctor Quinlans cat, Emmet. Probably names it after some high ranking and important Brotherhood member, that dork. Totally babies the cat and talks to it as if it is a two year old child. His two year old child to be precise. It’s both adorable and terrifying how this hunk of a man can turn into such a blubbering mess in a few seconds with this cat.

Deacon: Instantly turns the cat into the mascot of Railroad. Likes to dress the cat up with different bandanas, glasses and hats. Names it something like Oscar or Claire but demands everyone call it agent Fluffington. Oh yeah, totally makes it an honorary agent and makes it write reports (it’s just paw prints on a paper to be honest). Everytime the cat meows he responds. “Meow”. “Gasp! No way! Tell me more!”. “Meow”. “She did? That’s amazing!”. He somehow finds some cat toys for it. Also; cat puns, tons and tons of cat puns. Please stop him, Glory is about to kill him.

Dogmeat: This doggo loves its new friend! He will protect it with his life!

Hancock: Ok, this cat is the most well protected thing in Goodneighbor, seriously. Everyone knows not to mess with it since Hancock will literary cut anyone who does. He loves it so much that it’s almost scary. No, scrap that, it’s totally scary. The cat has its own personal seat in the Third Rail and in his office. When Hancock has a speech it sits on the railing on the balcony while he talks. Totally does the Bond villain thing where he turns his chair around while petting his cat when negotiating with someone in order to intimidate them. It’s surprisingly effective. There’s also this unspoken thing that if the cat does not like or trust someone, neither does Hancock. Names the cat Cookie, just because he can.

Maccready: First things first, Maccready is more of a dog person. There were many dogs in Little Lamplight and he loved them all. But just because he prefer dogs does not mean he dislike cats. It’s actually the opposite. He appreciates their independent nature and aloof personalities. So when the cat starts following him around he’s all for it. Carries it on his shoulder when walking or in his backpack. Accidentally gives it a dog name since he knows shit about what to name a cat. Probably names it so something like Buster or Buddy.

Nick: The cat is his new best friend and sidekick, he is Sherlock and it is his Watson. Totally names it something like Noir or Bobby. Nicks favorite thing to do is sit in his office and pet the cat after a long stressful day. It always helps him unwind and sort his thoughts. When traumatized clients come in seeking help he always lends them the cat in order to calm down. It always works and the cat is loved by all. Wherever it goes people gives it treats or pets it. Everyone in Diamond City refer to it as Nick Jr..

Piper: Probably found it as an injured kitten, nursed it back to health and after that it stuck with her. The cat is incredibly fond of both Piper and Nat and they love it unconditionally in return. It’s part of the family. Is named Scooter or Marble. Piper swears she doesn't spoil it but she totally does and everyone knows it. It sleeps in her bed and eats what she eats. Plus all the treats. Oh god, the treats. If the cat did not move around so much it would undoubtedly get fat. It’s extremely embarrassing to watch when Piper talks with her cat since she used the most extreme baby talk in the history of mankind. It sound like incoherent babbling and only Nat knows what Piper is saying. If Piper had a functional camera she would totally be one of those people that have hundreds of pictures of her cat.

Preston: If there’s someone that deserves a pet it’s this guy. With everything he’s been through he sometimes get depressed and when that happens he needs someone to keep him grounded and calm. This someone is his cat. Whenever he starts to panic it always snuggles up to him and starts to purr. This never fails to calm Preston down and he’s so grateful for it. When the cat first started to follow him around he hesitated to take it in, afraid that he would not be able to take care of it. He never realized it would take care of him instead. Loves his cat immensely and treats it with respect. Preston names it Sunny.

Strong: When he first meet the cat he tries to eat it. Several times. But the cat still follows him. Either it’s incredibly brave or really stupid. Maybe both. Strong thinks it’s weak and pathetic. But then he sees humans with their pets and wonder if it has anything to do with the milk of human kindness. So the next time the cat approached him Strong started to pet it. This was the start of a wonderful friendship. The cat is always sitting on Strongs shoulder, wherever he goes, and Strong constantly talks to the cat. He simply calls the cat Kitty and he’s incredibly fond of it. Anyone who even looks at it the wrong way is killed. Strong totally feeds it the flesh of his slain enemies. He is very gentle with the cat and loves how fluffy it is.

X6-88: Ok, this one is long so bear with me . Let’s say that the Institute made synth cats and let them roam around in the base. Everyone loves them and they love everyone. Except for the coursers. Whenever a courser approaches they start to hiss and claw at them. Nobody knows why. But then there’s one cat that’s different and decides to imprint upon a courser. And that courser is our dear X6.

He doesn’t know why it follows him but he decides to ignore it. This only serves to make the cat more determined. Whenever X6 sits down it jumps up on his lap and when he’s got paperwork to do it lays down on it. But X6 is stubborn and won't give in to it’s adorableness. At least that’s what he tells himself. But he just can’t help to scratch behind its ears when it rubs against him or pat its head when bored. It’s not his fault, seriously.

But really, X6 and the cat is inseparable. Everybody knows that wherever X6 are the cat is close behind. And eventually X6 grows so accustomed to its presence that he grows worried when it’s not nearby. What if something happened to i? Of course he never voices these concerns but he visibly relaxes when it returns. The Institute have already officially “named” the cat so X6 sees no use in doing to himself.

[princepestilence]

Okay, I’ve been sick for about three days straight now (a cold, a fever, nothing serious but nothing fun) and I’m just having a whole lot of feelings about Hogwarts houses and interhouse friendships and alliances and characterisation right about now, sparked by this post, so I’m going to indulge myself in nattering on the topic and maybe it will be partially coherent!

This will be about Slytherin/Hufflepuff, by the way.

Preface: I’m thinking about this through my personal lens as someone who feels strongly and deeply a connection to Slytherin house (and always has, since I was eight and read the first book) but has a love and respect for all houses and frankly enjoys the imperfectness of the house system at Hogwarts. 

My identification with Slytherin comes from a combination of being frustrated with Rowling’s “evil house” mentality/canon characterisation (as a monster-enraptured queer kid, of course I loved the unloved and also was by nature defiant, contrary, and very hostile to/suspicious of blanket statements of “X people are innately bad”) and a belief (even at the age of nine) that I could live fairly happily and excel in any house if I wanted to, but it was Slytherin who would most benefit from me being a part of it because of its bad reputation/problems, as I believed it needed people who cared about fixing it and being good Slytherins and changing the way things were done (please take a moment to consider how insanely confident and arrogant and ambitious I was as a kid to think something like this). Picking any other house felt like taking the “not my problem” route, and when I first read my way into the Harry Potter series, I very much did feel a unique kinship with the concept of Slytherin--ambitious, resourceful, good leaders, careful and slow to act, clever, artful, and survivors above all else--if not the actual characters/house in canon itself, and therefore it did feel like it was my problem and not picking that house would be the same as running away or being irresponsible or something. This feeling has only grown over the many years. Anyway.

Hufflepuff, conceptually, is probably my favourite house! Helga Hufflepuff was undoubtedly the best founder and her tenets of belief are things I really believe in and care about in real life far more than any other house’s core ethos, and probably because of that--and because someone needs to love the underdog and it might as well be me--I’ve been a long-time supporter of Hufflepuff, since it doesn’t get the respect and attention it deserves and its members are made to feel less important/throwaways from the other houses, which! is! not! true! This brings me to the point of this one-sided discussion, which is that basically everyone characterises Hufflepuff completely wrong and in this really soppy, useless, “nice and nothing else” way, and I get personally upset about that a lot because, again, my favourite house and also some of my favourite people (who are amazing in their own right) have been Hufflepuffs. So!

The central tenets of the Hufflepuff ethos: hard work, loyalty, patience, justice, fairness, caring for others, doing what’s necessary, dedication, humility, rising to meet the challenges an unfair, uncaring, unjust world presents to you.

How people characterise Hufflepuffs: super nice, super chill and relaxed supportive “mum friend” types who’re basically all stoners, worry about other people a lot, hide behind other scarier/more action-oriented friends from other houses when intimidated and require protection from the big mean world, sort of simple-minded, not competitive, push-overs and don’t get angry or get ineffectually “mad” but it’s cute so whatever. 

What people who embody the Hufflepuff ethos are actually like: 

The two most Hufflepuff people I’ve ever known are also the two friends I’ve looked up to as my leader at different times in my life--and that’s not a coincidence. Their groundedness, their kindness, their generosity with their time, their patience, their trustworthiness, their humility (without it ever being false modesty), their genuine compassion and interest in other people, their willingness to not allow unkindness and step in when things were wrong, their calm certainty that things will be okay, and their work ethic all were inspirational for me and I learned so much about who I wanted to become and how to become that person (the person I am becoming now) by watching them. In both these people I found extremely meaningful friendships that changed the course of myself and my life, and left impacts that are still part of the landscape of who I am. 

One of them was my first ever real best friend, who I met in about year three or four. I was new to the school and this was a good while before my social skills really started to develop, so I was perhaps at my most prickly and difficult, and she still reached out to me and befriended me, even though I honestly think I had all the charm of a feral cat back then. She was patient and gentle and so incredibly slow to anger, which was the opposite of me at the time, and she would just laugh off any snarkiness of mine and bump me on the shoulder or mess up my hair and tell me to cool off or make some goofy joke that would totally undermine whatever serious sulk I thought I was having. When I was being my worst self at someone, she would turn to me seriously and say, “Don’t be cruel,” and after a while, she’d have to say it less and less because I got more thoughtful, more gentle, better at pulling back my temper, because it really meant something to me that I didn’t make her disappointed or upset. She made me want to be more like her. She wasn’t popular or “cool” or anything, but she was creative and funny and genuinely cared about people. She was amazingly good at diffusing situations. She brought out so much good in me, and I turned around and gave as much of it as I could back to her: I was basically devoted to her--extremely loyal and supportive of all her quirks and endeavours and protective of her, although frankly I did not need to be.  

By the end of primary school, her influence on me changed me radically: I’d gone from friendless to being decently charismatic and good at making friends, especially good at collecting the “unwanted” people and making them feel wanted and welcome with us; on the path of changing from being aloof to someone who loved company, who loved my people, who wanted to be in the centre of all the social circles and networks, knowing everything and being considered as everyone’s best friend. I look back now, and so much of my social development--so much of what I consider these days to be the better bits of my personality--came from her. And she was unquestionably a Hufflepuff person! I hate that some people would characterise her as “boring” or a two-dimensional “supportive friend,” because her and people like her deserve so much better than that. Being someone so kind, patient, encouraging, accepting, and morally centred, especially at a young age, is difficult. Seeing weird, lonely queer boys (which is what her little group ended up being after a year or so, starting with me) and stepping up to essentially take them under your wing, and care about them despite the fact they’re sometimes just jerks, and work with them to make them less jerkish, is a hell of a project to take on in your tween years and she did it without hesitating. I think about that a lot, in wonder and awe.

The other friend is someone I still think of often, someone who I think I will always miss, because I haven’t had a connection with anyone quite like how I did with her. I noticed her when I started high school, because we were in the same year and caught the same bus home each day, but I was a bit too self-conscious to try to talk to her, because she was cool (and I was not). Super charismatic, talented, funny, and sort of magnetically likeable. I’d never met someone quite so compellingly loveable before her, or since. The entire year group was smitten with her, to be honest: everyone wanted just a moment to talk to her, to sit next to her in class, to be her friend. She was basically a celebrity. (In our final year, she won as school captain by a landslide. It was never a competition). 

Then--I actually got to know her, at the start of our senior years, when I was really starting to become the me I’m proud of. We sat together in a few classes. We started sitting together on the bus every afternoon. We talked for hours every week that way. We didn’t hang in the same circles during school time, but there was always that hour in the afternoon trip home where it was just us in this little bubble apart from everything and everyone else. Conversations with her were uniquely good and fast and felt like dancing, or flying, or dueling--whenever I hear that line, “so, so, so this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level, what the hell is the catch? it’s the feeling of freedom, of seeing the light...” I think of her. I think of the impromptu nonsense world-building we would do, tossing an absurd idea to each other with little warning and adding to it, making up this impossible, always-growing place that all our friends knew about and loved but no-one else could really be a part of. (We called it the Kingdom). I think of how lonely it can be sometimes, now that I’ve known what that feels like. 

I admired her so much. She always felt ahead of me: smarter, more talented, better at sport, more charming, far more interesting, more confident, braver (so much braver), so certain and stable and good. But I wanted so badly to catch up, or at least keep close behind, that her being exceptional inspired me to do honestly my best at everything I could: academic, personal, interpersonal, all of it. It was like chasing a star. For our whole final year, we were neck-and-neck for every assignment--she would get an extra mark here, I would get an extra mark there--and I’d never enjoyed learning and “competing” like that before. Not only was she a guiding light for me on that front, someone I wanted to impress and delight, but she also made me rethink my own value, made me reconsider how I saw myself as person.

We got really close. She told me things she wouldn’t tell her other friends. She trusted me with things she didn’t want to say to anyone else. I can remember her once telling me that spending time with me was like sighing, like letting out a breath you’ve been holding onto for so long. She said she didn’t feel she had to put on a face for me: she could be imperfect, scared, tired, stressed, and she felt safe knowing I wouldn’t judge her or think less of her for it. The pressure of being so loved weighed on her, and by that point, I was starting to feel it a little too. We could commiserate over a feeling no-one else really understood. 

(I can remember when she found out--through some quiz or another--she was Hufflepuff, and then, after thinking about it, accepted it as a truth. She’d been disappointed. She had been hoping for something with a little more pizzazz, something that felt more centre-stage material--she was an actor, and the best our school had. But I told her how I felt about Hufflepuff, how important I felt it was as a house and an ethos, and how I thought she belonged there, and from then on, she was proud of it. She was proud the way I am of being Slytherin). 

So I guess what I’m saying is: 

If you’re envisioning Hufflepuffs as weak, or losers, or cowards, or sheep, you’re wrong. If you imagine them as boring or less capable or less active than other houses, you’re wrong. 

If the Hufflepuffs in your mind aren’t bright, hopeful, brave, and loving people, you’re not thinking about them properly yet. If they need protecting from the meanness of the world--as compared to the meanness of the world being afraid of them--you don’t understand what they are about. If you haven’t yet realised that people who care about justice, kindness, hard work, and doing what needs to be done will always be among the first to take up the burden of leadership and take responsibility for making change, it’s about time you did. 

Truthfully, now more than ever, I think these sorts of people need to be in our stories, and presented with respect and admiration. Caring about things is cool. More than that, it’s necessary. It’s vital. Being a compassionate, sensible person isn’t boring. Hufflepuff in fanon deserves much more than it’s given. 

When it comes to friendship between Hufflepuff and Slytherin:

Based purely on my own experience and theorising, Hufflepuff is most likely to offer the olive branch. Slytherin is most likely to respond to kindness, to a commendable work ethic, to the prospect of loyalty and dedication to a cause (i.e., their cause, whatever it might be). Hufflepuff can provide, or guide, a vision: a Slytherin can have faith in it, commit to it, do anything for it and the people they love. When working together, a Slytherin can learn a lot from a Hufflepuff about how to grow and improve and channel their energy and passion into something worthwhile and good for the world. In return, a Slytherin can offer a Hufflepuff a friend who will tirelessly strive to be better, to make them proud, to make the vision a reality, to be what they need them to be, to love them and admire them and trust in them--a friendship that, once earned, is unshakable and full of aspirations. 

But the fact is this:

Slytherins need Hufflepuffs way more than Hufflepuffs will ever need Slytherins.

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[firehalligan]

In love with a secret

Naturally quiet sky. The remains of cold winter and mild heat upcoming spring. Minted by the old clock tenth it stated the exact start of the masked ball in an old-fashioned restaurant on the sidelines of the city. Guests gradually rode a variety of cars, sometimes taxis, and even long or short limousines. Each stood out from the crowd even minimal. Men lacked breath when their partners stood in the gentle lamplight surrounding restaurant. Colored lights hanging above the entrance threw a rainbow glow on a variety of dresses and suits.

During the whole ball was determined only one conductive rule - masks must be worn until the official end. As a result had to be maintained atmosphere to know your partner, his or her mysterious personality, which everyone hides. For this one evening you could become someone completely different . Classical music was spreading among the guests passing by polished parquet to their tables. Music was played by several persons band with two vocalists, woman and a tall man who played on the violin between quiet verses songs.

Another group appeared in the courtroom. Three people in suits and one in a dress. Christopher, Damien, Nicole and Gabriela, a specific group of close friends. Quietly looking around toned decorations they went to an empty table with four chairs. Young men were very different. Tall Christopher was extremely thin, had aloof, but warm look. Black two-piece suit with selected blue tie and handkerchief in his front pocket was imperceptibly loose, but still looked at him incredibly. Perfectly arranged hair was slicked back with the high-ranking front. Success crowned platinum black mask with a black ribbon tied to the back of the head.

Meanwhile Damien seemed to be the complete opposite of his new friend. Medium height, almost a head shorter, he was very well built. Also two-piece suit well matched to his muscles. Dark blond hair as usual had piled up with minimally trimmed sides. Merry flames danced in the unaccustomed contact lens eyes that encircled the stiff , black mask on a thin but strong elastic. Even small smile never left his face, he was too excited about the whole event.

Third person in a suit was Nicole. Minor stature of Damien, but still extensive, she sat with founded foot on the other leg and with glass in her hand. As one of the few in the room she was wearing a traditional black suit with closed lapels of her jacket. Vest also was black and shirt was in a really dark shade of grey. Soft red tie and handkerchief in chest pocket gave life of the whole composition. The mask was properly trimmed satin belt with cut out holes for eyes. Short brown hair was piled up in wave which fell terminal on the right side of the forehead, the sides were thoroughly, but not too short shaved.

The last person, the only in dress was beautiful young pianist sat with shy expression. She came by the arduous exhortations from Nicole. Gabriela didn’t like big events, much more preferred to spend time at home with close friends and possibly drink something stronger. Masked ball wasn’t her climate. However, this event after all promised to be very pleasant. She smoothed her hands over delicate material of an ankle-length dress. Creation was red, holding on the breast and carefully adhering until the middle of the abdomen, continue doing marginally wider. While steps were heard quiet tapping of pretty high heels. Classic golden and red hard mask was associated to head by gold belt hidden under the mid-related red hair.

People were coming both at the tables and on the floor. Evening gradually took on its own rhythm. Synchronized dancing couples in love. Dresses in variety of typefaces and colors swirled between the black , gray and blue suits. Every note, every sound and word hit each listener differently. The most timid, those who came alone, tried their best inviting women standing in the distance. With great joy women took the call and gave the bear adventure.

The four sat at a table talking about the regular topics , not when someone in the side would join in the conversation , but only for a brief moment. With smiles they wanted to know themselves closer. Hidden behind masks didn’t feel so much exposed. For this one evening they were actually able to show a part of their personalities, which maybe even they didn’t already know. Parquet called everyone around, but it seemed to not work on them. They drowned in the emerging themes. Sipping from time to time glasses of champagne they didn’t feel the passage of time.

“Would someone go with me to smoke? Because I don’t like going alone, but I really need to.” Asked Chris at the end of the next topic

“I’ll go with you, no problem.” Said Nicole with little smile “We’ll be back soon.”

The ballroom was a switch to three different parts of the restaurant. On the one hand, it passed to a smaller , yet the combined small room where they were sitting. Previously, there were large glass doors leading to the garden with a gazebo , and at the very beginning was the corridor to the rest of the building. The two went to the cold air, it was almost midnight. The boy pulled from his inside pocket a pack of cigarettes and began to look for lighter. Amused girl pulled from her trousers her own lighter and fire up his cigarette. After a moment they both belted out clouds of gray smoke, in this difference, that he smoke and her was an ordinary frozen breath. They talked about pleasant evening.

“It was a good idea. It’s nice that you took us.” He said with a small smile

“Come on. You are the only people with whom I actually wanted to spend this evening.” She also smiled under her nose

“It’s nice.” He summed up quietly taking one of the last cigarette breaths before throwing it into the ashtray

Returning to the building they saw sitting closer to each other Gabriela and Damien. They talked freely about some trifle. Is it possible that something clicked between them so quickly? No? But maybe? Chris and Nico exchanged knowing glances before they came back to the table.

When they returned to the previous composition, the girl in a suit leaned forward to Damien and whispered something to his ear. The boy gradually began to take on color on his cheeks. He looked uncertainly at the girl, shaking his head too violently. Instead of next council, he received a strong blow in the frame. He rubbed aching place and sighed.

Said Nicole loud enough only for Damien to hear

“Okay, fine. But if it not go the way you said I will never go out with you again.”

“We both know it’s not true.” She laughed under her breath, this time quite unnoticed

Damien stood up suddenly. He adjusted his tie and took a deep breath. He slide his chair and walked over to Gabriela. He pulled his arm to her. Surprised pianist looked at him with pure disbelief.

“Could I ask you to dance?”

“I can’t dance.” She whispered

“So do I. But I think it’s worth trying. So? Will you dance with me?”

Gabriela felt kicking under the table. Nicole clearly nodded her head with a grin. Rogue, thought Gabi, throwing her friend ambiguous glance. This meanwhile kicked her again and pointed her head heavily on still waiting Damien.

“Yes. With a pleasure.” She replied gently grabbing his hand

The boy beamed from ear to ear. Departing he patted Nicole on shoulder in thanks. Entering between dancing pairs they disappeared remaining at the table siblings sight. Girl with satisfaction watched them to the last moment.

“Someone here as usual can give advices, but can’t apply to them. “ Said Chris raising his glass up in a gesture of elegant toast

Nicole did the same.

“Sometimes it’s easier to push someone into deep water, than wade in it alone.”

“It’s always easier to just sit and look at the happiness of others. At some point of your life you will regret it, that you so much wonder instead of act. You won’t even see when an opportunity will pass right in front of your face. Then, unfortunately, you will spit in your own face.” Chris concluded peacefully

“Tell me, why you always have to be smarter?” she asked sarcastically looking at him with a family love

What relationship can be established between two strangers who met by accident. Accidentally they started talking, quite accidentally became emotionally inseparable. Both felt and understood it. Probably never had or need to question it. This is the great magic of friendship, which turns out to be just family.

“Because as you’re worried about other, you forget that you also need someone to worry about you.”

The next songs began and ended. A pair still swirled in a dance once again laughing happily.  Siblings were talking and sipping champagne. Surprisingly chat was paused when, as mysterious as the other men in masks, gentleman appear. Mature man was dressed in a gray suit , he stood upright with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass. He wore also gray mask with slightly protruding sides and cobweb at the edges. His hair was dark and cut short. He greeted both of them, but his attention focused mainly on Nicole’s older brother, who felt slightly intimidated.

“I don’t know if it will be the right behavior, but being on the mask ball it seems to me that it’s worth to dance.” He started minimum gesticulating his hand with glass, trying to not spill champagne “Especially in good company, if there is such a possibility.”

The girl gave her brother a meaningful look with a raised one eyebrow. Chris started getting redden.

“Can I ask you to dance?” finally asked the man sending the boy a pleasant half-smile

Christopher began to stutter. He didn’t know what to say or even what to do. He shivered, but not in fear, more in excitement. He looked at the girl, who winked at him to show support. His voice broke as he answered:

“Y-yes.”

The man smiled clearly wider. He put down his glass and took boy’s hand. Together they went to the dance floor. Coon they disappeared from sight of now lonely Nicole.  For a moment she laughed under her breath, because of shocked expression on her beloved brother’s face. She finished her champagne and sat back. She looked around the table.

“I’m alone.” She whispered looking at the empty chairs “Why I’m not surprised?”

She reached for her phone. Low battery. She turned it off and hide in pocket. She began tapping her fingers on the edge of table.  She could go out for a cigarette, but she’s not smoking. Whit a kind of sadness, she began to think about her brother’s words. He was right. It’s easier to help, than take a risk to do it yourself. The fear was eating her alive very often, before inviting someone or doing something. Instead of doing, she preferred to remove herself into a corner and just wait in hide until real chance disappeared.

“I wonder, how many chances I missed?” she thought tapping her finger on the lips

The evening passed. Her companions still hadn’t appeared. But when you’re sitting alone the time is moving slower. In fact it has been only three or four song. Mainly at this time she kept her head down, playing with the napkins and trying to make them into origami. However some inner strength made her look up. She raised her eyebrows and looked slowly around. Firstly she didn’t see anything disturbing, but she saw someone very interesting.

Young lady, beautiful. Around her height in heels. Nicole watched with pure awe this new form. She began to wonder why didn’t she saw her earlier. Probably because then wasn’t the right moment or she just wasn’t looking. She was too focused on her group. However, now her entire focus was on this amazing form that stood near the dance floor, just few tables away. Unusual hair, a combination of golden blonde with red, fell in waves over her shoulders and the back. Woman stopped a waiter carry glasses.

“I event not watch as the chance will pass before my nose.” Nicole whispered to herself

She bit slightly on her lower lip and frowned. She swallowed and stood improving rapidly, along with the hair control. She walked slowly toward the masked girl. Divides them only a few steps when a group of laughing couples passed right in front of the girl, covering her pretty goal. When they passed the mysterious lady disappeared. Shocked, Nicole looked around, but she was nowhere to be found. Probably another opportunity literally fled in front of her nose.

Saddened she looked down on the almost empty glass. She shook her head and stood at the previous place of women, putting her free hand into pocket. Sale filled the familiar sound of “Don’t Close Your Eyes”, right song for English waltz. Many couples moved to their tables to make room for the special others who started gradually and rhythmically put waltz steps. The girl sighed again.

Raising her glass to lips she felt soft tapping on her shoulder. Surprised she turned and numb.

“Hello.” Said the same fire haired beauty

“Good evening.” She answered smartly bowing her head in bow

“Are you looking for someone?” she asked with a pleasant smile covered by light-red lipstick

“Yes.” She putted her glass on tray of passing waiter “You.”

“So you found.”

Nicole pulled at her hand in an inviting to dance gesture. She didn’t have to speak, the woman accepted the gesture and together they went to the dance floor. Initially calm English waltz began to change. First movements were basic. Peaceful transition from gentle rotation. They seek a common rhythm, which were found extremely fast. The next steps seemed to come to themselves , along with the music. They divert glances from their faces. The girl felt like in a trance, mesmerized by so deep, blue eyes. Inside she was droning in the ocean eyes, Black mask become perfect underlined. The whole thing was covered with black lace patterns.

At the next centrifuge woman’s hair passed equal wave on one arm and back. Dark blue dress swirled with every movement creating kind of illusion. The whole person was hypnotizing. The girl anxiously give up to this action. Slender hand on her tense shoulder and in gentle grip, slim body rigidly connected to the strong one.

Music began fading, uncomfortably fast. They slowed movement without losing contact even for a second. They stopped, standing still in the starting position, with stiffly raised arms and clasped bodies. Nicole blinked slowly several times before dropping her arms. She didn’t let go of her partner’s hand. She moved it closer to her mouth and slightly kissed her knuckles. Still without talking woman grabbed her by the arm. Steady pace they came at even colder than before night. Courtyard drenched pearl glow of the moon and a single golden lights placed here and there.

Standing in the gazebo they could still hear the slow music playing  nicely in the background of the whole scenery. They were alone.  Nobody went out for a cigarette, chill deterred everyone. Not knowing how to start a conversation they simply stood at the wooden railing and watched the surroundings, and sometimes watched each other. Didn’t feel the need to say a word. It was just nice to them, each other’s company was a reward for silence.

“You still didn’t tell me your name.” began Nicole whispering, like if she would talk little louder  it would scare woman away

“You didn’t ask.”

“I’m asking now.”

“You will not get the answer.” Woman smiled a little

“Why?” she looked at woman’s face

She lifted one of her hands to her face and taped lightly on the edge of the black mask.

“It will be our little secret. Our names, the details of our faces.”

“You won’t take off your mask? Even at the end of the event?” it was easy to hear sadness in girl’s voice

“Is it so curious for you to know who I am?”

“Someone witch such amazing dancing skills and the beauty is worth remembering. In every, even little detail.” Nicole reached and kissed woman’s hand one more time with little smirk

“Okay. I will take off my mask. But only if you take off yours too.”

“Deal.”

For a moment they stood doing nothing. Slowly Nicole reached to back of her head and solved thick but weak satin knot. She began to slowly remove the mask, closed her eyes slightly, when for a short moment the world has become completely black. Warm, fine hand landed on her face, covering her eyes. A second later, she felt a gentle touch of her partner’s lips. Gentle brushing movements filled them with greater desire. The kiss was tender, but not long enough to get satisfied. Both wanted to feel it fully, but they didn’t allow it to themselves. Hand slipped quickly from the girl’s face, who opened her shocked eyes and saw woman with rosy cheeks. Unfortunately still in the mask. Her own mask also was still on the right spot. A Little confused she tied the knot back.

“Does it count as cheating?” Nicole asked slightly amused and disappointed at the same time

“I kept my promise. I took off my mask.” The woman answered with a coquettish smile

“I didn’t see.”

“It’s not my fault.” She laughed quietly hugging herself from cold

Nicole with a half-smile took off her jacket and covered woman’s arms, who put her bare arms in pleasantly warm sleeves. Standing there for another moment they explored each other’s faces. The woman wandered after every inch of girl’s face. Freely she grabbed her by the tie, pulling it partially out of the dark vest, and pulled girl slightly closer. But not close enough for a kiss. Feeling stronger hands around her waist, she threw her other hand on girl’s neck. Their foreheads gently touching.

Never before blue compose so nicely with the bronze. Ocean greedily devoured every look from brown eyes.

With a sigh she improved her vest and tie. She put both hands on her neck. They slowly swayed to the rhythm of music flowing in the distance. It would seem that everything is happening in a completely different realm. The only stabile point between the two worlds was music. Music, which absorb them. They passed rhythmically every three steps, in a position similar to the waltz one, but much looser. Their hands fit like a puzzle.

They savor the moment, only exchanging glances. Everything else seemed to be an unnecessary gesture, all the words have lost their meaning. There was only this one moment. The next few minutes of the last song. Melody grew quieter, more closer to completely finished. Finally the music stops, event is over. A pair evenly stopped, but were still almost hugging.

Even a whisper of masked woman seemed to be too loud:

“It’s late.” Her gaze wandered wistfully after every detail of girl’s masked face

“Substantially.” Also said in a whisper

Female hand went quietly through the shoulder to her cheek, stroking it by thumbs. Another gust of wind caused an unpleasant shiver along thin body. Nicole sighed, smiling with a distinct sadness.

“Sweet moment are fleeting like the cold wind. Creating a similar thrill.”

A pleasant half-smile received the same answer. Woman took off girl’s jacket and gave it back to the owner, who quickly put it on her shoulders. Masked woman buttoned all the buttons in the jacket, improving small folds. She smoothed black arms the last time. She bit her lower lip, when she turned om the heel and intend to go away.

Nicole grabbed her hand. A quick but smooth movement turned her again to the girl. She reached to the rosy cheek, tenderly brushing the skin and the edge of the mask. This time she smiled coquettishly as she leaned to woman. Instead on thirsty red lips, she gently kissed her knuckles, which she was still holding.

“Goodbye, Mon Cher.”

“Goodbye, Mein Lieber.”

With last farewell the girl gradually let go of a woman’s hand, letting her go. Quickly she disappeared behind the glass doors among the crowd seeking to exit. After waiting two minutes she too returned to the building. She was immediately greeted by her friends.

“We’ve seen everything.” Began Damian violently “Who was she?”

The girl sighed looking at the output:

“My Secret.”