#only three left OVO

[mitamicah]

10/13 Käärijä stickers 👠💄✨

The most selfindulgent piece of this entire project x'D

I found this store full of just käärijä green things and so I decided to just draw Jere wear all of it at the same time x'D (except I didn't find a way to incorporate the dancer shirt so almost all :'D xD). It turned out working way too well not to make a sticker out of it so I'm sorry :'D

Alternative version (without the shirt) below the line :3

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[not-that-fanartist]

New OC time!!

So…we all know Deltarune, right? ovo

As I’ve become viscerally obsessed with it over the years, it only makes sense to introduce you to an OC I’ve made for the franchise^^

Let me introduce you to Retra! The preppy, curious, fun-loving 80s themed printer girl!

Residing in the famed Cyber City, she spends her days making beautiful printer pieces for her cyber citizens! Living an artist’s dream. At night…

Sneaking away to meet someone…?👀

Ooo, mystery! (Except not really as is clearly depicted in the above picture)

This calls for a backstory!

…

The earliest of her memories…was not the most pleasant. Far behind in a long abandoned alleyway, a musical trio had been wandering around looking for scraps when they came across something heart-rending.

The three were shocked! It was a new face…roughed up and unconscious behind a sewer grate.

“What should we do? They need our help!”

But it was hardly worth pondering. You don’t just leave an unconscious person stranded in an alleyway.

“K_K, quick, help us take her back to the shop!”

“We can’t allow any mademoiselle to be left on the streets! Hurry! She needs us!”

They promptly ran her to their scrap shop. Soon, slowly, she came to. Awaking confused, but grateful for the rescue. It seems…she really remembered nothing. Not even what led to her being in such a scrappy state. Nobody seemed to recognize her either. A new face, no story.

Well, no point in dwelling on it for now. The trio happily volunteered to clean her wounds, give her plenty of refreshments and even offer her an old jacket of theirs to keep her warm.

They all got along very easily.

Spending some time together, she couldn’t help but reflect the best of their personalities. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little empty.

Then, a new proposal!

“Hey, we love you hangin around…”

“But why don’t we take a trip downtown!”

“We know some folks you might like to meet!”

“Can I come too?”

“You always go with us, K_K.”

And so they journeyed deeper into Cyber City, arriving to introduce their new friend…

To the Addisons!

Oh the adoration, the sympathies. It was like they had seen a lost puppy.

They were willing…no, insistent on taking her in! They treated her like she was one of them. And while Retra was always welcome back at the scrap shop, she felt like the city really gave her room to breathe! It was really her element.

Finally free to build her identity, the Addisons gleefully gave their new member of the Ad family a fresh makeover!

But their craft was yet finished! Soon enough, Retra was taught the way of the advertiser.

But their true ambitions were in the arts. So, confiding in their musical friends, they created their own print shop from borrowed scraps and started her journey as not only an Addison, but a commissioner!

And it's going smooth! Well, it was for a while at least. Since this strange "outage", business has been quite slow. But she aims to keep her head up high!

Something strange though... "Rose" Addison, at some point pulled her aside to warn her about a certain...someone. She was not allowed near THAT dumpster so long as she was living with them.

The warning was vague...just that this mysterious individual got corrupted somehow...and she doesn't want to see the same happen to them. A kind enough gesture, they supposed but...

Yeah it didn't go very far.

One night, deciding not to wait for the garbage person, they decided against the Addisons' wishes and took matters into their own hands. It was just one small trip after all, what harm could it do? Maybe something interesting would finally happen after a long streak of slow business and boring empty shifts.

And Interesting things happen, they did. Of course, this is where she met her scrappy little friend and well...perhaps that's a story for another time^^

The little retro rebel kept sneaking out to see him night after night, getting up to ridiculous shenanigans and wondering how the Addisons could ever keep her from such a funny little soul.

She just couldn't help but be drawn to him! After all...he reminded her of a certain someone else who once wound up stuck in the gutter...

...

<3

[cindernet-explorer]

Does U’nia, A’vyra, or Oketra have a Chocobo (or other mount..?? Animal Companion..?) that they travel with? OvO (I couldn’t decide who was best suited towards this question, so it’s sorta open to any/all of them :0)

So! For birds! There's U'nia and her Yol (technically her sister's, but he got left behind in the Steppe when they left. He came to her after U'nia bested Bardam's Mettle in StB) who I still haven't named yet... But he's her go to mount!

AND U'nia's (draught) chocobo Plantain! The only chocobo to exist between the three.

A'vyra doesn't vibe all too well with animals anymore, with his only animal companion being an antelope that brings him back up Abalathia's Spine should she ever want to return to her tribe there (which she rarely if ever does). So instead! He has full access to Plantain! Every single other mount he has is mechanical in nature, most of which she made herself.

Oketra has a T rex. It's a T rex. People don't like that she rides a T rex but what are they really gonna do about it? (also unnamed. mount names are hard)

[villainessprefect]

title: Homecoming

summary: Returning to the NRC after dealing with another Overblot is tiring. But seeing a certain boy always makes Locket smile.

ship: Silver x fem!OC (belongs to @princesslocket )

word count: 2601

note: a commission from a lovely person!! ovo/ check out her OC cuz Locket is just neato!

Read on AO3

The campus of Night Raven College had become home to the Prefect of Ramshackle. And to finally be back, to be welcomed by the familiar faces and scenery was a sight for sore eyes. No longer was she, along with a handful of other students, on the Island of Woe, fighting for not only their lives but the entire world's future. It was a huge relief to return. Locket was more than happy to come back to the school grounds despite everything that had transpired in this school since her arrival.

But what really relieves her is the fact that Grim is at her side. The little furball was happy beyond belief to be back. Despite how tough he wanted to come off as, even he succumbed to tears. He missed her. He missed his friends.

And finally, he was home too.

Reunions were taking place on the fields, friends and classmates being reunited. There was plenty to do and talk about. It was chaotic yet this felt just right. When had this school ever been silent? And amiss it all, a voice catches her attention.

"Locket...!"

The Prefect's eyes widen when she recognizes that voice. With a quick turn, she finds Silver, a dear friend, looking her way. A smile eases onto her face once their eyes meet. Regardless of the troubles she just went through, he manages to make her light up with just his presence. Yet, unfortunately, Silver can't return that same smile.

"You...are you alright?" He asks with deep concern. Even if he has trouble expressing himself, his eyes hold so much more. Worry and unease sparkle within those shimmering and beautiful eyes. They say so much more than he does, practically pleading with hope that she is okay.

"I heard what happened," Silver continues. He doesn't know everything, just whatever they could conclude from an earlier meeting. How certain students were taken away and the guess as to why.

It doesn't help that he had witnessed it firsthand when they had come for Riddle. Knowing that Locket was gone, to chase after them, a feeling of dread had taken over his heart. Surely the same wouldn't happen to her, but to think it had? It left him troubled and worried, more than he would ever voice aloud. But it was clear on his face to anyone who saw him how he was fretting over the incident. Her sudden disappearance was more than enough to even make him have trouble sleeping.

Locket was known to jump into trouble and disregard her safety. And it seemed the same had happened yet again.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"Oh, don't worry, Silver!" Locket smiles brightly at him with a spring in her step. She's tired, so tired. Dealing with another Overblot is draining, but she'd never let it show, at least not in front of a crowd. She has to keep up that smile no matter how weary it may be. In front of him, it's easier, and more natural to maintain.

She takes closer steps towards him, away from the reunion. "I'm alright." She reassures with a light smile and a matching laugh.

"There's a lot to explain about what happened though and I'm not too sure how much I can really spill..." It wasn't her story to tell. So many were involved and so much had happened. But, he deserved to know some of the truth, right? At least what happened to her.

For a brief moment, her eyes drift back to Grim. Her gaze softens as she sees the cat in the hands of Ace and Deuce. The three of them are huddled together, clinging to each other.

"But we got Grim back."

Silver follows her gaze. He knows the importance of that cat monster to her. And he also knows not to push someone to speak if they don't want to, especially her. She'd been gone for so long, or at least it felt like a long time. Silver could see just how tired she was. How tired everyone is. This incident had taken its toll on the entire school.

"You must be tired. You should rest when you get the chance." He replies. He's about to speak more, concerning her health but his gaze is suddenly drawn to the unusual purple cloth she's wearing. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed before, especially since it was a sudden and stark difference from her usual attire.

"Why're you in Pomefiore's dorm uniform, if I may ask?"

"Oh!" She gives a nervous laugh as she faces him once more, but not after glancing down at her attire. "Long story short, I had to wear it to help protect me! Ramshackle's uniform doesn't get the job done in different weather conditions." Or at all, really. Well, it did the basics, and that's all she needed. "The uniforms are imbued with magic, right? So, I had to put one on to adjust to the weather when we were flying."

The explanation sounds crazy out of context. Her, the Prefect, flying. But a lot of things have happened to her since arriving at this school. It shouldn't be too surprising to hear she flew in the sky or swam in the deepest parts of the sea. Now, here she was performing a simpler act, dawning another dorm's uniform.

Silver nods with a hum. He has so many questions going through his mind right now. Too many to ask at once. She needs her rest though, but his gaze still lingers on the uniform she wears.

He doesn't mind it, honestly. The uniform does fit her nicely. It's elegant and formal which suits the dorm it's from. Even if it wasn't imbued with magic, it does seem warmer than her usual attire.

It just leaves...something on his mind. Something similar to a bad taste in his mouth, yet not quite unpleasant. It's difficult to pinpoint this foreign feeling. He just wants to help her, to do the same as those of Pomefiore had done.

Silver finally decides on what he wants to do. But as he opens his mouth to speak, Grim is calling out for her. Locket can't say no to him, especially as he pulls her away from Silver. The cat is whining and crying about his henchhuman and how she needs to be by his side.

He can't help but smile at the two. It was important for them to reunite with everyone. She was missed, more than the other students would care to admit. But he wouldn't be afraid to say it if asked. For now, he steps back. It's not in him to interrupt a moment like this.

~...~

The days are getting colder and colder it seems. That or perhaps a brush with death lingered on her soul for longer than she thought. Regardless, the temperature around campus isn't as warm and pleasant as it was when she arrived back from the Island of Woe. Within the span of a couple of days, it had gone the breeze had gone from nice to chilly.

Locket takes one step out of Sam's shop and nearly has the urge to run back inside. At least his shop was always at a decent temperature to be in. But outside? It was cold. Freezing. And it didn't help that her 'cape' was nowhere to be seen around her shoulders.

The girl instantly hugs herself. The cool, chilly air brushes against her. Her clothes did little to fight off against the cold. It didn't help that she had returned to Ramshackle's uniform, which meant the lack of imbued magic and the warmth that came with it.

She wished that she had her jacket back, but so much had been going on lately. There was the fact Ramshackle had been practically destroyed. To ensure her and Grim's safety, she had to find a place to stay since her dorm was currently unlivable. It was even worse than when she first arrived here! There was so much to do that things felt like they were just piling up one after another.

At least she could spend time in Pomefiore. The invitation was extended to her and during these past couple of days, it had become a second home to her. And that's exactly where her jacket was right now.

It would be a bit of a trip back, but not a bad one. She never minded a walk around campus or traveling to other dorms. But today was different considering she lacked her cape.

"Oh, Locket." The familiar voice calls out to her, stopping her mind from worrying about the trip to Pomefiore. She turns and greets the boy with a smile.

"Silver!" She chirps, excited as always to see him no matter what predicament she may be in. "Heya, what brings you out here?"

"Nothing really. I was trying to find my fa- Lilia. He mentioned wanting to buy ingredients for dinner..." He does all he can to hold back a sigh. It's not like he could stop Lilia from cooking if he wanted to. He'd just have to tough it out and...do his best to eat whatever he decided to make.

"I didn't see him at the shop...maybe he already got them?" Locket suggests.

Silver doesn't want to admit that he's troubled by the thought. It sends a shiver down his spine to imagine what he'd bought already.

Yet, he catches sight of her once again. Noticing the change in clothing, or lack thereof. She no longer dawns the robes of Pomefiore, but her usual Ramshackle attire. One piece is missing from her and its very noticeable.

Then he notices her body language. The slight shivering and how she holds herself together. Despite how she tries to stand firmly and act as if she doesn't have a care in the world, he can see that she's trying to hide it. It's subtle but Silver is observant.

Unfortunately, he's not sure how to bring it up. Could he ask? Or should he simply do something? He decides to go for the latter.

"I'm sure I'll come across him later. But for now...I'd like you to have this, if you will." Silver starts to take off his jacket. He takes a step closer to her. Once close enough, he simply drapes it around her shoulders, making it seem like her cape had returned, albeit this one was darker than her usual. His fingers brush against her shoulders, gently gliding over the fabric of her shirt. He ensures his jacket remains there, nice and perfectly. "It won't protect your whole body, but at least it can provide you some warmth."

Locket seems to pause for a moment. Then her hands begin to move. Not to adjust the jacket, but to simply touch the fabric as if to confirm it's there. It's like a part of her that was missing had just been reunited with her after a very long time. She felt more complete than ever before.

"It's fine! Don't worry, this is more than enough. I...appreciate it, Silver."

Her smile eases onto her face so naturally. It's easy to relax around him. It's the little things he does for her. How he treats her kindly and as if she were just any other, ordinary person. Back at home, she never got this kind of treatment. It was different back then. Stressful.

He'll never know just how much she appreciates it.

With a hum of her own, she steps to his side. She twirls a bit as if testing her new cape. It stays on, thankfully. It's like it was meant to be there all along.

"Well, we should head back, right?"

Silver nods as he takes a step toward the mirror chamber. He's a bit surprised to see her come along, although her presence isn't unwanted.

"Is there a reason you're heading this way?" He asks. Ramshackle was on campus, there would be no need for her to go this way. Unless... "Is...Ramshackle still not finished being repaired?"

Locket holds back a sigh but her face falls regardless. "It's still being worked on. I could stay in one of the rooms and I tried to, but the ghosts wouldn't let me. They shooed me out to go find a safer room on campus." She says with a light chuckle. Those ghosts always seemed to have her back.

"Where have you been staying then?"

"Pomefiore! They welcomed me there. Although I wasn't planning to stay there for too long..." She'd rather spend time in another dorm, but she wasn't in a position to be picky. It didn't help that most students could throw her out of the dorm if they really wanted to. While she may not mind a night out under the stars, she's certain that Grim would.

"I see..." Silver nods in thought. For a moment, his eyelids grow heavy. Sleep always tries to take him when he least expects it. But he can't allow himself to sleep, not now. A gentle hand touches his shoulder and that seems to do the trick. An apologetic look stems from him as he turns to Locket. "Sorry." He doesn't need to apologize, but he does anyway. It's become a bad habit that he could never truly shake off. "The ghosts must really care for you."

"They do! Me and Grim!" She replies. "I had to admit, I do miss being around them too. You should visit when it's repaired!"

Her eyes light up at the thought. She'd love for him to come to her home. Especially since it should be better than before. At least she hopes so. Anything would be better than having a large hole in the wall and allowing the outside forces in. Regardless of how her dorm turns out, she's looking forward to it despite not hearing his reply.

"I'd love to." Silver puts on a little smile. He truly would enjoy being at Ramshackle. It's a decrepit dorm, or it had been, but it had sprung to life thanks to her. It had her personal touch everywhere. He had to admit that he missed visiting it. "I'm sure you'll be back soon."

They continue to chat all the way up to the mirror chamber. Various topics come up, but it's mostly Locket speaking and Silver listening. He enjoys the sound of her voice. It helps keep him grounded and awake. And she doesn't mind telling him about her day or things she has planned. Especially if they involve him.

Silver almost hates that they have to part ways. Her presence is...warm. It's difficult to put into words, but he enjoys being around her more than he ever thought he would.

"You can keep the jacket," Silver tells her before she can begin taking it off. "In case it ever gets cold...it's yours to use."

He feels proud. He's happy to lend her something of his that she can use. It's almost embarrassing to feel this way, but he enjoys the feeling. He did something good for her and it makes his heart feel light.

Locket's hands waver on his jacket. For a moment, she considers taking it off and insisting he takes it back. It was his! And yet...a part of her wants to keep it. To have it around her every now and then and to enjoy the feeling of warmth she gets from it. It's nice and soothing and comforting. It reminds her of him.

"Thanks, Silver."

It makes her truly feel like she's at home.

[silverspleen]

Oh I got so caught up in Saturday plans I forgot that FINALLY I had a tap (pericardiocentesis) go well at work this month!!

for reference during my three prior taps:

I got so skeezed out by watching the doctor struggle to suck fluid out of the patient with the huge comedy syringe that my ass fainted (it's ok it was at the end of the procedure and I was in training)

The patient was so wiggly that the doctor literally called another higher up doctor and went "do we really need to do this" and they did anyway and I was panicked and sweaty the whole time so when they mega fucked up and punctured the heart with the catheter wire it was like "oh this might as well happen" and the patient had to get rushed to the OR instead OOPS

Got called in not for a tap but for a possible post-tap chest tube readjustment, possibly in the patient's room possibly in the cath lab, and sat around outside for 40 minutes while they frantically gave meds, only to finally get to go in an the end, and when they looked at my ultrasound pics they promptly announced that the patient was dead and they were calling it

This last tap went completely fine, except that the doctor had to stab the patient like four times so it took an hour+, but I didn't have to hold the ultrasound probe so my hand was not near the needle! which helped a lot, I just had to run the machine. Patient was very alert but pleasant, and the worst that happened was that they kept accidentally gently smacking them in the face with the xray arm.

Anyway I didn't realize that they just......... Literally left the drain in with the catheter, which must megasuck.

Patient: I'm uncomfy :(

Doctor: Well you do have a tube literally going into your chest to drain the fluid around your heart into this jar here, and a piece of wire inside the tube that's poking gently at the outside of your heart so, yes, unfortunately you will feel sucky until the fluid is gone :)

Me who has literally never had a tap go normally and therefore never knew this: OvO

This means I'm comfortable enough to be a fully useful member of the lab and not freak out when they (inevitably) send me to go do another tap!!

Now if only I can remember the code for the lead apron storage room!!

[whatsjenniupto]

Arta Nova Aveiro

It's dubbed the Venice of Portugal, and you could truly live out your cruising of the canal in a moliceiro dreams.

Originally used for pulling algae out of the lagoon, these colorfully painted boats, called moliceiro, now line canals waiting to be filled with tourists. My hostel even offered a steeply discounted ride in one, but 1) I had flamingoes to stalk down, 2) I had an art nouveau scavenger hunt to do, and 3) I still had a whole 'nother city to explore which meant extra time for boat riding didn't exist. Plus...I feel I don't appreciate the river cruise properly when I'm just quickly visiting a city. I'd much rather hit the streets and explore the little corners than sit on a boat and see it from afar.

An art nouveau scavenger hunt for example. That wins over a boat trip any day.

Restaurante Ferro R. do Ten. Rezende 30

Like many buildings on my tour, Restaurante Ferro is the work of Francisco Augusto da Silva Rocha. Da Silva Rocha was never trained as an architect; he was a professor at a design school, but he is known for his contributions to the art nouveau movement in the early 20th century. The façade of the Restaurant Ferro is adorned with intricate wrought ironwork, floral motifs, and asymmetrical designs, characteristic of the movement.

Museu de Arte Nova R. Dr. Barbosa de Magalhães 9-11

Boasting a front and back façade, the Museum de Arte Nova was originally designed for businessman Major Pessoa. Many of the art nouveau buildings in Aveiro were created for the rich to flaunt their wealth. Today, the museum stands as a testament to da Silva Rocha's commitment to the innovative and ornamental aspects of the movement, featuring intricate detailing, organic forms, and the signature sinuous lines associated with art nouveau.

Aveiro City Museum (left), Turismo Centro de Portugal (center), and the Former Cooperativa Agrícola (right) R. João Mendonça 6-9

Unfortunately the Rossio Waterfront was under construction during my visit, inhibiting my viewing abilities of this art nouveau trifecta along the river. With its red accents, the City Museum boasts palm fronds in the ironwork on the first floor balcony as well as detailed motifs on the façade. The former Agricultural Cooperative in contrast has a façade almost entirely covered with coral-hued, hand-painted azulejos of lilies. Closer inspection of all three would have been ideal, but the tiny sidewalk did not allow for pausing which meant the only good angle was from all the way across the river.

Casa dos Ovos Moles R. João Mendonça 25

Continuing along Aveiro’s main waterfront, a pink façade comes into view. Attributed to José de Pinho, the architecture has several nods to trends of the times: an arched gable window at the top referencing the Japanese influence on art nouveau; “Mackintosh style” windows on the first floor, consisting of different sized rectangles throughout the panes; and floral ironwork on the balcony and windows. The best part: you can stop inside to try out ovos moles, the famous Aveiro egg sweet treat.

Ergovisão Aveiro R. de Coimbra 1

This corner storefront has two unique façades for passerby to enjoy. The side I captured has the more voluminous decorations around the windows. Those on the other side are still detailed floral motifs, but are flush on the wall. Even the street name (left, under the first floor window) is a relief rather than tile added to the façade at a later date.

Parque Infante Dom Pedro

The largest green space in the city, Parque Infante Dom Pedro was renovated in the early 20th century at the height of the art nouveau movement. The gazebo has intricate, musically inspired ironwork and has held many concerts throughout its history.

Cais À Porta Cais das Falcoeiras 6

This gorgeous tiled house was not on my original list. I just happened upon it while walking along the canals on the way back from the lagoon. The azulejos have a nautical theme complete with stylized seaweed while the windows are various anchor shapes: the top center is an upside down anchor while the middle side windows are square anchor shapes.

These are just a small example of the art nouveau influence on Aveiro. The Museu de Arte Nova has a list of 28 different buildings around the city that all boast various art nouveau elements. Once again, I just did not plan enough time for a visit to Aveiro to find them all.

[toastedclownery]

Hey so uh, I finally finished the bit I wanted to write based on this scene by @mintyfrosty!! I changed some things according to my version of them but it’s basically the same Gonna put in under a Read More. TW for anxiety attack and passing out of exhaustion ovo”

He looked at the board in front of him. Hours of work put into it, papers full of notes and reminders, calculations, timetables and floor plans.  And yet, he couldn't remember one thing he had written on it. He couldn't read, couldn't think clearly.

He had to get this heist right. Had to plan out every single detail, every possibility. That's what he was for. Think ahead, be prepared for anything that could go wrong, and create a way to avoid it. He was particularly good at that, it was easy for him to consider different scenarios where things could meet with disaster. However, it came at a cost.

Still staring at the bunch of papers pinned on his wall, he blinked slowly, unable to focus on anything. His mind was tired, and so was body, even if he himself didn't feel it. He took another sip of the cup of coffee he was holding, deciding to push his sleepiness away for one more night.

This one has to be perfect, they couldn't have any more mishaps. Terrence' last raid was the last straw. They had lost too many people to it. There had to be a stop to that de iure leader's wreckless nature. Reg thought if he proposed a calculated enough and totally safe plan, maybe the elites would listen to him. Maybe he could get a seat at their table. Maybe…

His head almost drooped and he quickly had to readjust himself, his eyes now wide open, heavy bags under them. His body was fighting against him. Why? He didn't feel tired. In fact, he wasn't feeling anything at all. He felt fine.

Rising his hand in order to reach for the cup again, he noticed the trembling waves inside the container. His hand was shaking. He frowned, shut his eyes in frustration and downed all the remaining coffee in one go. Two or three seconds later, he realized that might not have been the best idea.

No, it was okay. He didn't need to worry, he was fine. He looked at different points of the board rapidly, trying to take anything in. Nothing went through. His breathing became unsteady, and the corners of his vision were beginning to become blurry and dotted. 

It has to be perfect, he thought.

Realizing he was getting dizzy, he had to remind himself to breathe. He felt like he was choking. Why wasn't he getting any air?

We've lost too many people already, were the repeating thoughts drumming in his mind.

He was too out of it to notice his hand had given out, dropping the ceramic cup and letting it shatter. Startled by the loud noise, he tried taking a step back, only to notice his legs had turned wobbly, barely keeping him on his feet.

With one last glance at the board, all the papers were now a mess of smears and black spots. The room started tilting… and tilting… He was out before he even hit the floor.

Night patrol. It had to be night patrol. He would have preferred to have some rest tonight, but he had to be chosen for taking a walk around the base at ungodly hours of the night. He would have complained, but knew he couldn't speak against the Chief. He went along with it, knowing nobody else would do it anyway. Right thought Terrence usually cut the other elites too short, himself included. He felt like he could do more than just night patrol, but on second thought, he was the one that fit best for the job.

He was passing through the corridors, reaching a series of doors that led to the Toppat members' rooms. Unlike his fellow elite's bedrooms, these were smaller and had thinner walls. He remembered the time he had to sleep in one of those rooms. It was nearly impossible, any noise was able to get through those walls made of cardboard.

Just thinking about it made him tired. He was about to let out a yawn, but was stopped by a loud noise coming from one of the dorms ahead. It sounded like a glass-shattering noise, followed by a light thud. 

He saw a stream of light under one of the doors. Who in their right mind was still awake at this late hour of the night? He looked at the name on the door. "R. Copperbottom" It read. That name was familiar. He gave the door a couple of knocks.

"Oi, is everything alright in there?"

He waited about ten seconds, no response.

"Can I get in?" 

Again, silence. 

Right opened the door and stepped into the room. He didn't know what he was expecting to see, but it definitely wasn't a collapsed man in the middle of the floor. He cursed under his breath and went to check if he was okay. 

He gently turned him to face upward. He drew a few hairs back and was able to see his face. And then he recognized him. The smooth mane of hair that was usually collected in a ponytail was now a frizzy mess of ties and knots. There was also his familiar curled mustache, which seemed to get the same treatment, and a pair of dark circles around his eyes. 

He knew this one. He hadn’t spent that much time in the Clan, yet he had jumped up the ranks in no time. He ascended to his current position much faster than he had seen anyone do it in his time as an elite. There was a reason for that. The guy was a working machine. 

Ever since the day he was recruited, he would show interest in what the Clan’s next big heist was going to be. Even if he wasn’t part of it. Right had started to see his face more often around the higher positions. He shone with curiosity and initiative when robbery plans were finally handed to him for the first time, adding thousands of tweaks and details that would stun the field operatives. He would go on his way to arrange every minute of a heist, and then proceed to explain each new bit to his superiors. 

Needless to say they were surprised with this new guy appearing out of nowhere and before they knew it he was suddenly giving them lectures like a teacher rants to a bunch of toddlers. If he was met with any kind of criticism, he would come back the very next day with a new refined version of the plan. The team of elites were intrigued, they shared their recognition of his potential, whereas the Chief… Would usually butt heads with him. 

"I think you worry too much, pipsqueak" 

Right hated to agree on that, currently looking at said pipsqueak laying on the floor, most likely passed out from exhaustion. He doubted he got enough sleep when making all those schemes, and the scene before him proved his theory to be correct. 

He examined the room. Next to the unconscious prodigy were broken pieces of a ceramic mug. He must have dropped it before falling along with it. His hat was still on his head but tipped to the side. In front of them was a wide corkboard, filled with papers and post-its hung on it left, right and center. Right blinked twice before regaining his focus on the other man. 

"Hey, Reginald? Can you hear me?"

He shook him by the shoulders a little bit. Maybe he would be able to wake up momentarily so he could go to bed on his own. Seeing how that wasn't the case, he sighed, and decided to do it himself. 

He drew the bed sheets back, scooped him up carefully and held him in some kind of bridal style, his head resting on his shoulder. He was light as a feather, so he was pretty easy to carry around. The smallest yelp came out of Reg’s mouth at the feeling of being picked up, but he relaxed again when leaning on Right's chest. Right slowly put him down on the bed and tucked him in. 

It was weird, seeing him like this. The only times he would see him were quickly running through the corridors or giving his presentations on schemes. Always full of energy and enthusiasm. Right noticed a certain spark in his eyes when he talked. He noticed the way he would smile while telling his favorite parts of a plan. How he would sometimes motion rapidly while nervously rambling things under his breath. Now, he was laying limp on the bed, looking a mess, a strong fatigue visible on his features. Right chuckled. He would not want to be seen like this. Suddenly, he blinked, and found himself sitting on the side of the bed, hypnotized by the rhythmic breath of his sleep longer than he would have liked to admit. 

He shook his head and got up. He had completely forgotten about the ceramic shards still on the floor. He picked the broken pieces one by one. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be a lot of small bits, just five big shapes that fit neatly like a puzzle. He chose not to throw them away, thinking of putting them back together if possible. He grabbed the dark gray fedora that had rolled off his head and left it on the bedside table. 

He saw an alarm clock, set to chime three hours from now. He turned it off. There was no way he was gonna let him sleep so little. He would let him sleep in, have the day off. He could make up something not to make the others suspicious. He’d ask him about that jungle of papers another time. He needed rest now. 

He turned off the lights and shut the door, the pieces of the coffee cup still in his right hand.

[orangeseoks]

Trouble Maker // j.jk

part one - part two here

[ disclaimer! ]

this is of pure fiction and is NOT to be taken seriously!

genre ;; fluff, smut, angst | hybrid au

pairing ;; jungkook x reader, hybrid!jk x reader, (kinda) namjoon x reader.

notes ;; jungkook is a horny mf, reader is a virgin *cOuGh*, mentions of abuse, a few fights happen here and there, namjoon is a complete dork, (y/n) and namjoon are besties uwu, eventual smut, jk randomly finds porn, masterbation, (y/n) fights with her family + daddy issues, highschool is hard, jk has a virgin kink, surprise heats, jk has wet dreams (ovo; ).

warning ;; there may be quite a bit of fob in here, idk

[ unedited ]

[ all rights reserved @orangeseoks​ ]

"Wake up will you," a voice blares from beside me. I quickly jolt awake and look around me, "y-yes?" Rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes I stretch in my spot and sigh, glancing at the workbook I'd dumped so carelessly onto the floor. "You're such an idiot, why do I even bother with you?" Namjoon answers with a laugh.

"Namjoon, seriously? I'd only passed out, geez." Rubbing my temple, I stand up, a slight giggle passing my lips as I start collecting the few items I'd scattered around me. I'm normally at home around this time, not often do I sleep during studies at Namjoon's. 

I gently pack my things into my bag and make my way to the front door, slipping my shoes on. "Do you want a ride home?" He asks, tucking his car keys into the pocket of his pants.

Shaking my head I give Namjoon a soft smile, "I'll walk, it's okay."

"You sure? It's almost half past eleven," I merely nod and open the door. "If anything I'll take the bus home, see you!" Waving the older male goodbye, I run outside of his small house and down the street.

Namjoon, he's a lot older than me, like a lot. He's an adult and I'm still a student, many would think he's my tutor or something - but he's just a long time friend. Weird?

Humming to myself, I kick a stone on the pavement before I turn down an alleyway between two houses. This was my usual route home from Namjoon's place, it was a neat shortcut. It was always the best way to avoid a long walk, sometimes even people, I guess it’s just a fast escape. When I see the road come into view my smile widens, just across the street was a small corner store and I was dying to eat something.

Crossing the silent street, I make my way towards the store, accidentally inhaling the cigarette smoke from the group of males outside the laundromat. Coughing, I enter and begin to roam the few isles they had, grabbing a few snacks here and there. The smell of cigarette smoke still lingered in the air but it wasn't as strong as it was outside.

"Is this all?" The cashier asks me, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Yep," is all I respond with, taking out my wallet to pay for everything. "Which school do you go to?" The woman suddenly asks me whilst she packs everything into a re-usable bag, "oh um.. that school just down the street, I forgot the name." I let out a faint chuckle, my cheeks growing a faint pink.

"Ah, my daughter goes there too." With a warm smile the woman hands me everything, "be careful walking home it's cold out."

"Thank you," bowing slightly I exit the store, that disgusting smell hitting me like a truck. Scoffing, I cover my nose and cross the street in a hurry.  

A little before I got home, I'd decided to stop at the bus stop just a house away from mine. And now here I am, sitting there as I eat the sandwich I'd purchased. Watching the few cars that pass by me, "are you jumping busses too?" Flinching, I turn around to face the voice - swallowing my mouthful in a hurry. "N-No, I'm just sitting here to eat." Smiling shyly I fold the parchment paper that once was wrapped around my sandwich, lowering my gaze to the concrete below my feet.

"At midnight? That's new," the voice adds. Nodding I shift awkwardly in my spot, "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm only waiting for the bus."

"S-Sorry, I'm not used to this sort of thing."

"Me, social interaction or bus jumping?" The voice asks playfully, a small laugh passing through their words. "All of them I guess," embarrassed with myself I mentally facepalm - slouching in my spot. "Don't be, I'm only dressed differently." Confused as to why they've pointed that out, I glance up at them, noticing how they really are dressed differently. They're wearing a hat, baggy clothes and a .. collar? Or maybe it's a choker?

I clear my throat and nod, "not really. I mean, other people dress like that."

"Yeah well I'm not like other people," the voice answers, headlights hitting the both of us. My eyes widen when I see a glimpse of the persons face, they're beautiful. "Here's my bus," they finish - standing and entering the large vehicle. Leaving me and my lonesome once more, shaking my head I stand also, grabbing both my bags and walking the remainder of my way home.

Sighing, I look up at my steep driveway, never getting over how tiring it is to walk up it. "I'm home," I mutter sarcastically. A fake smile painting my features as I walk up it. When I reach the top of my driveway, I begin shaking open my gate, not failing to notice the obvious movement in the bushes behind my fishpond.

Furrowing my eyebrows together, I walk toward the bushes closing the front gate behind me and then pushing open an entrance for me, so I’m able to pass through the crowded greenery. "..Hello?" I ask the darkness of night, sighing at my actions I look around the area and see nothing. That is until I spot two perky ears twitching. "Oh-" Kneeling down, I move the rock the animal is hiding behind, spotting the small thing and frowning at its appearance.

"Poor thing, let's get you inside." I gently pick up the bunny and cradle it in my arms despite the constant thrashing it makes. I hum at this, rubbing gently behind its ears whilst I take out my keys, I unlock the unit house I'm living in and switch on the lights, placing the animal onto my kitchen table to examine it.

The poor bunny was coated in thick mud, a deep slash in one of their back legs, along with a few other cuts on them. “Lets clean you up, yeah?” With a gentle smile, I pick the bunny up and walk over to the kitchen - filling the sink with warm water.

“You’re safe now little bunny,” I affirm, turning the tap off and placing the tiny animal into the shallow pool of water. A small chuckle leaves my lips, watching as it squirms slightly when coming in contact with the warm liquid. Smiling, I get myself a cup and collect a bit of water to pour over the top of the bunny. Combing my fingers through its slightly over grown locks, I untangle a few of the knots in its fur before beginning to scrub the mud away.

I let out a faint laugh when the little bunny presses itself into the palm of my hand, “do you like me washing your fur?” As if it understands me, their ear twitches and they hop into my free palm. Smiling, I wet its ears, softly massaging the fur with my fingers, being sure not to apply too much pressure knowing how sensitive rabbit ears can be.

“I’m almost finished little bunny,” giggling, I wash away any extra muck before transferring the small animal to a clean tea towel, wrapping it neatly around the bunny’s small frame and returning to the kitchen table to dry it. Humming, I eventually finish drying the bunny and run my hands along its damp fur, “sit tight I’ll be right back.”

And I was, I’d left and come back in the span of only three minutes. A first aid kit in hand, sitting in front of the bunny I notice how it awakes from what I’m assuming was their sleep. “I’m going to treat your leg alright, it may hurt so I’m sorry in advanced.” With a concentrated sigh, I look at the injured leg, feeling somewhat relieved to see it looking better now that its been cleaned of whatever gunk was in it.

I apply a bit of an ointment onto the little bunny’s leg before wrapping it in a bandage, “jang! All done!” Clapping my hands together, I let a grin fall onto my lips whilst I pick the bunny up, pulling it into my chest for hug. “You’re such a good little bunny! I’m so proud of you!”

With a giggle I glance at the clock next to the tv, instantly frowning when I notice how late it is. I should be sleeping, but instead I’m cuddling with a stray rabbit. Sighing, I comb my bangs back and make my way to my bedroom, turning the lounge light off behind me.

“You can sleep with me tonight hun,” crawling into bed I place the small bunny into the arms of one of my teddy bears, smiling when it curls into the plush toy. Yawning I bid the bunny goodnight and fall asleep myself.

As sunlight passed through the bedroom curtains, I feel myself begin to stir in my sleep, groaning I turn towards my wall. A giggle leaving my lips as a tiny tongue flicks along my neck, licking at my skin, with a shaky laugh I open my eyes - a familiar little bunny coming into view. Smiling, I pick the rabbit up, rolling onto my back and holding it in the air.

“I think I might keep you, call you mine.”

Chuckling, I sit up and place the bunny into my lap, petting the small creature. “I’m (Y/n), and you’re..” Pausing for a moment I look around my room for a name idea, then it hits me. “You’re Jungkook!”

I watch as Jungkook jumps up, pawing at my shirt, “someones excited!” I exclaim happily, picking Jungkook up and checking the bunny for a split second. “You’re a boy Jungkook!” I yell, clearly as excited as him.

ding!

Cutting myself and Jungkook from our moment, I listen to my phone go off beside me, sighing I unlock it and read my messages with a frown. A deep groan falls from my lips, tossing my phone onto the floor carelessly - as if it’ll relieve my irritation.

“Namjoon’s coming over, Jungkook, he’s a friend of mine. He’s going to help me finish my leftover work,” smiling I cradle the tiny male bunny in my arms. Running my hand gently along his back, watching his small tail twitch. Giggling I grab his tail between two fingers and massage the area around it.

“Come on, I need to change, help me pick out my outfit.”

Jumping out of bed, I make it quickly, rearranging my soft toys and such. I then take out a few things from the set of drawers I have sitting in the corner of the room. 

“Which one? Twitch either your left or right ear to tell me,” I utter holding up both the chosen pieces of clothes.

The bunny’s head only tilts to the side, his right ear twitching, grinning I nod and make a hurry to take off the shirt I was sleeping in, pulling on the large sweater and shorts.

“Ta-da!” I do a little twirl, laughing when Jungkook jumps in his spot, his large doe eyes glistening in the natural light. Scoffing, I shake my head, a wide smile still plastered on my face when I open my curtains and windows.

Turning to Jungkook, I watch as he jumps down from my bed, landing on his side with a small squeak. I let out a snicker watching in awe at the clumsy bunny. His little legs working hard as he runs over to me, snuggling himself into my ankle. “Come on bub,” I murmur picking Jungkook up and walking into the kitchen to boil the jug as-well-as place a few pieces of bread into the toaster.

“What should you have for breakfast?” Looking down at Jungkook, I smile, shuffling over to the fridge - tearing a leaf of lettuce away from its body and grabbing an apple to go with the green he’s going to eat, “sorry if you don’t like it. I’ll try and buy you bunny food on Thursday, hm?” Chuckling, I jump a little with every step I take; rocking Jungkook like an infant in my arms.

“I’ll cut your lettuce and apple so its easier for you to eat,” pressing a chast kiss to Jungkook’s fur, I place him on the bench beside me whilst I cut the lettuce into strips. The faint sound of rain hitting the roof filling my ears, I sigh at this and place the shredded lettuce onto a small plate. Moving onto his apple, I begin to cut that too, eventually finishing that and placing the tiny chunks onto the plate also - moving onto my breakfast once I’ve placed his food onto the table.

Placing a couple slices of bread into the toaster, I take out the butter along with the jam as I wait for my toast to pop up. 

I jump when my toast is ready, laughing at myself for being oblivious to it. Humming a song to myself, I butter my toast - blah blah. And then walk over to the table, giggling when I see Jungkook face first in his food; his cheeks stuffed with his breakfast. 

“Cute,” I mutter, taking a bite of my toast and listening to the pelting rain hit the roof of my home. “I hope Namjoon doesn’t catch a cold, he’s probably drenched.”

Speaking of the devil.

My eyebrows raise as my front door slides open, Namjoon rushing inside and tossing his keys onto the shoe shelf beside him, he sighs and removes his wet coat - draping it over the back of a kitchen chair. “Unlock your door next time,” he complains, sitting down and combing back his dripping bangs.

“Sorry,” I say, “I didn’t expect you over so early. Its only ten,” Namjoon nods in response. His eyes shifting from me to Jungkook - too immersed in his feasting to notice the male in the room. “You bought a rabbit..?” He asks, examining the animal with his eyes, “no.” Is all I respond with, finishing off the last of my toast.

“I found his last night, his leg was injured so I took him in.”

Namjoon sighs, “what is it has some type of disease and you catch it?”

“I won’t, he’s healthy, a little beaten is all.” I smile sadly, moving my hand to pet Jungkook as he eats. “Do you plan on telling your dad?” He asks, plucking an untouched chunk of apple from Jungkook’s plate and tossing into his mouth.

I scoff, “no. Like he’s going to find out, he’ll only make me pay for everything myself, not to mention my sisters.” I find myself shivering at my own words, “if my sisters find out I have a rabbit in my house, they’ll smother the poor thing.”

Laughing, Namjoon nods, “I get it.”

I don’t say a word, only hum and allow Jungkook to hop into my open hand, “how much of the work did I need to finish?”

“Right!” Namjoon starts, placing the small bag he has with his atop of the table, “if I remember correctly you only have to finish your slide for history.” I instantly grin, history is one of my favourite subjects. I so adore history, I’ve always been a fan of the dark and interesting histories and wonders of the world.

According to my friends and mutuals at school I’m a, quote on quote; history whore. 

“Salem Witch Trials, right?” Namjoon asks, cutting me from my thoughts, “yeah, that’s it.” He nods, taking out his notebook as well as a few sheets of paper littered with words and images. “I’ve got some articles printed for you to use as reference.”

Thanking him, I run off to grab my laptop, returning moments later and sitting in my original spot. “I think you only have two slides left to make,” he murmurs, writing a few things into his notebook. I hum, opening my slides and quickly looking through my current work.

One slide left, I think to myself, glancing at the papers given to me. This is going to be interesting.

Groaning, I flop lifelessly onto my sofa, ignoring the grumbling coming from Namjoon. “(Y/n)-”

“Don’t you dare make me work any further, I’ve finished everything.” I retort, not letting Namjoon finish his sentence, he knows how stubborn I can be and decides to leave things at that. “Movie?” He asks, switching the tv on, “no - game.” 

Chuckling, Namjoon stands to grab the two controllers sitting in a drawer before handing me one and starting up a multiplayer game so the two of us can play. “Are you ready to lose?” I chime cockily, knowing how he sucks at this specific video game. “Ha ha, very funny,” he retorts.

I smile at his sarcasm, focusing my attention on the game about to take place, “loser.” I say, mashing furiously at my controller, knocking down Namjoon’s character with a simple punch. The male beside me huffs, puffing his cheeks out, “I’m no loser.”

And he wasn’t lying when he said that, I’d only blinked and my character had been knocked down with a booming k.o! I was shocked; he’d literally just beaten me, me! 

“Kim Namjoon!” I whine, throwing the small device in my hands onto the armchair across from the two of us, instantly jumping onto the broad male - tackling him into the cushioning.

He lets out a low squeak, squirming beneath me with a roaring laugh. He knows how competitive I can get, so why would he make me lose?

“(Y/n)!” He laughs, his hands unconsciously finding my waist as I resume tickling him. “St-Stop!” Furrowing my eyebrows, I pinch his waist before stopping and glaring at him, “thank you.” He pants, rolling over slightly and glancing at a certain spot on the floor.

“Oh hey little guy,” Namjoon spurs, smiling fondly at Jungkook. I notice this and turn my head to face my curious bunny, “come on!” I cheer, kneeling beside the couch and watching as he scrambles over to me. Burying his face into my hands the second he comes up to me.

I can’t help but grin at how cute he is, bringing the small animal towards my chest and cradling him. “He’s so cute Namjoon.”

“Are you going to keep him?” He asks, sitting up after tidying his tussled hair. “Mhm, I decided to keep him once I woke up. There’s no way he’s going back out there, poor thing must’ve been beaten before running off.”

“There’s actually been cases popping up recently of animal abusers, the authorities are trying to find out who exactly is doing this and whether its a group or just individuals, they’re also speculating that its breeder or maybe a owner of sorts.”

He pauses, wetting his lips before continuing;

“Oh- there’s also cases of people seeing .. well other people, but with animal ears and tails. No one has been able to prove if these sightings are true or not, but I guess that’s off topic.”

Shrugging, I continue to gaze at the now sleeping bunny in my arms, a wide smile gracing my lips. “Should we go shopping?” I ask the bunny snuggled into me, knowing it obviously won’t answer me. “Now?” Namjoon questions, walking around me and into my room.

“Yeah,” is all I say as I climb to my feet and place Jungkook onto the couch to retrieve my shoes from my room - a coat hitting me directly in the face upon my entering. “Put that on, it’ll be cold outside.”

“I know,” I say. “I know.”

[oiks-tofu]

Blue, green, fuchsia, cream, amber, grey~

For the ask thing~ 0v0

Oh what's poppin', buddy!? Thanks for asking OvO

Blue: Preferred type of weather?

Sounds weird but I like grey-ish, cool (around 10-15°C) and maybe rainy days... I'm more of a fall-type of guy.

Green: Do you have a favorite flower?

There are many... I really like lavender, garden pansy, gladiola and many more. I love flowers.

Fuchsia: Favorite land animal?

Probably cats and foxes. I love fluffy cute things.

Cream: Any piercings or tattoos? Do you want any?

I've got an industrial piercing on my left ear and both earlobes are pierced. In January I'm gonna get a helix on the right ear. The septum I wear is fake but it'll change soon. I really want to get a Lion head tattoo on one of my upper arms. Means a lot to me... Not only because it's my zodiac sign but also the symbol of strength... After everything I've been through.

Amber: What's saved as your phone's lockscreen?

It's... AtsuKita. I'm not ashamed. Looking for a new one but I'm always stuck with the gays.

Grey: How many languages do you speak? Do you want to learn any more?

Hmm... Lemme count. I can count to three and that's the amount of languages I can speak (or at least understand). I fluently speak German (native language) and English (still learning after 13 years of practice. I still suck but I'm trying my best)... My brain is on sleep mode recently but I also speak a little bit of Spanish. Or at least understand most of it.

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

DRAVEN MICHAEL COWENS

The Needy One

"I need more sex, OK? Before I die, I wanna taste everyone in the world." - Angelina Jolie

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Draven Michael Cowens

Nicknames: Dray

Faceclaim: Dave Franco

Age: 15

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Pansexual Demiromantic Polygamous

Height: 5′9″

Weight: 146lbs

Birthday: July 19th

Sign: Cancer

Occupation: Unemployed; Student; Slut

DAWKINS

Naturally, Draven’s familiar would be a wiener dog. Dawkins is instrumental in most of the magic that Draven uses, even if it’s mostly healing or protection magic. He is also a lazy, jealous little thing that grumbles and throws fits when Draven’s attention is elsewhere. However, he absolutely adores Kal, Arlo, Tino, and Vernon.

DEMAS AND CERBERUS ‘CERBS’

Demas is the older of the three dachshunds that shadow Draven’s every movement. He is very active for an old man, but he loves to be carried around like a baby. Cerbs is the puppy in Draven’s little wiener pack, and is much like Draven. He is very outgoing and loves people until he’s scared, then he’s the first one to bolt.

QUICK FACTS

Draven is the middle-youngest son of Alt!Verse Pete and Alex. He is the younger brother to Vernon and Leslie, and the older brother to Arlo.

Draven has always been a very needy person, enjoying touching and being touched as his main way of being comforted. The one person that he doesn’t ever want to be touched by is Leslie, because of old trauma. 

Due to the intense rejection that was a six-year-old Leslie punching a three-year-old Draven in the chest that left him with posterior rib fractures, a broken collarbone and sternum, and breathing problems for the rest of his life, Draven has Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. The only people he knows that can’t (or won’t) trigger it is Kal and Vernon. Kal doesn’t trigger it at any point and almost never has. Vernon won’t.

Draven has actively slept with almost everyone that he’s ever asked. Due to his natural charm he’s gotten from his father, even people who give him an initial ‘no’ end up rethinking it. However, he won’t push things if someone does give him a ‘no.’

Draven cares more about what Arlo thinks about him than he does about getting into bed with him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t desire and/or go for it when he can.

Vernon and Dray’s relationship turned into brothers with benefits at some point, and eventually the both of them began to have feelings. However, as of late, he’s been steering clear due to Leslie’s wrath.

The only people he will not sleep with that didn’t give him a ‘no’ are Leslie and Key, because they both terrify him. Key is Les’ best friend, which is scary enough, but she’s also very rough in general. Dray needs at least something of a gentle hand.

Draven is in a relationship with Kal, Key’s twin. They’re both all about ‘Free Love’, and grew their relationship from best friends to lovers over time. Dray isn’t aware that Kal wants to marry him.

He has a psychic ability from his mother, just like his brothers. His is Ergokinesis, which gives him power over energy, most of which he channels through electricity. However, he doesn’t know how to use it very well, and was just learning from his mother when they were brought through to another dimension.

Draven has never been able to control the lights flickering, becoming brighter, or dimming when he’s terrified. That continues to remain true.

He just learned to drain energy from one source and put it into another.

If he really puts his mind to it, he can shock others, but he usually chooses not to.

Among other things, Draven is a pacifist, a lacto-ovo vegetarian, and fairly anti-establishment. He feels like love can fix all the problems violence never could, and has proven it time and again by befriending, sleeping with, and even having emotional relationships with vampires from his dimension/timeline.

However, he has started eating meat for the grease, because he’s been very stressed out.

As much as he has very intense asthma, Draven still likes to smoke weed. However, he will only really do it with Kal involved, just in case he ends up having a problem due to the smoke.

Headcanons Masterlist

Art Masterlist

TAGS LIST

Everybody SHUT UP I Have An Erection It Only Happens 87 Times A Day (Draven Cowens)

You Got Me Thunderstruck (Draven Aesthetic)

Let's Get Mischievous And Polyamorous (Draven Musings)

Princes I Just Want A Witness Watch You Severing The Velvet (Draven Closet)

I'll Be Your Best Kept Secret And Your Biggest Mistake (Draven Headcanons

Train Wreck That I Am And I Am What I Am What I Am (Draven Journal Entries)

How I Love You Wiener Dog Riding On Your Skateboard (Dawkins)

Wiener Dog It's You That I Adore (Dema and Cerbs)

VERSES

Dragon Age Verse - Rogues Do It From Behind (Draven - Dragon Age!AU) - After an attack that left Draven and Leslie the only surviving members of their family, Draven stuck with his older brother despite their differences. Leslie holds nothing but distaste for him, and Draven is terrified of him, but Les isn’t about to abandon the promise he made Vern. Draven is a Tempest Archer with a full Subterfuge tree, as well.

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@nxwkid​ -  - Douchebag/New Kid/Alex - It Collapses And Builds Itself Into Something You May Never Understand (Draven and Alex - NxwKid)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Mike - Got My Addictions And I Love To Fix 'Em (Draven and Mike - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Vernon -  That's Just The Life Of A Good Time Guy (Drave and Vernon - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Arlo - I Can’t Get By Without Your Love (Draven and Arlo - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Henrietta -   - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Kal - If Friday Night Is A Bust Saturday Is A Riot (Draven and Kal - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Key - First Class Criminals (Draven and Key - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Deya - It’s Never Getting Any Better (Draven and Deya - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Aran - Money’s Not The Only Thing That Makes The World Go Round (Draven and Aran - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist​ - Tino - A Long Day Of Forgetting What Day It Is (Draven and Tino - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Ryan - I Said Goodbye To My Dignity (Draven and Ryan - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​​ - Vladimir - I'm Afraid To Leave The House I'm As Timid As A Mouse (Draven and Vladimir - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Ravencrowe - I’m Not A Courageous Man I Don’t Have Any Big Lasting Plans (Draven and Ravencrowe - ThroughxThexMist)

@south-park-saints-and-sinners​ - Mikey - Can’t Get The Paw Prints Out Of The Henhouse Now (Draven and Mikey - South-Park-Saints-And-Sinners)

Here - Leslie - Kill Me I'm A Monster You Made Me Cruel But I'm Not A Failure (Leslie and Draven)

Here - Wait For The Son Of Man (Draven  and Pete)

Here - No One Will Ever Trust You If You Trust No One (Draven and Gissie)

Here - Got Nothin’ In My Brain (Draven and Vynny)

@such-haunting-melodies​ - Therin - You Better Knock Knock Knock Before You Enter (Draven and Therin - Will-This-Let-Me-Know-You)

@lord-seeker-lucius-corin​ - Lucius - Why Did You Change? Why Did You Bend And Break? (Draven and Lucius - Will-This-Let-Me-Know-You)

SHIPS

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Kal - Can't Breathe Can't Breathe Give Me Mouth-To-Mouth (Kal x Draven - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Luca - Hey You I Know What You're Gonna Do Wanna Be The Person That You Do It To (Luca x Draven - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Vernon - If You Wanna Go To Heaven You Should Fuck Me Tonight (Vernon x Draven - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

Here - Ris - I Was Born Sick But I Love It Command Me To Be Well (Ris x Draven)

[leam1983]

On Grief

This is a long one. You're under no obligation to push further if you don't want to. It's a personal post, so I'll more than understand if this isn't to your tastes. The normally-scheduled pedantry, commentary and memes will resume shortly.

One of my relatives was diagnosed with ALS. What started as an odd case of palsy in her left set of vocal cords that could've been far more benign was just confirmed by her referred physician. It's Lou Gherig's, and with her age and current condition, her prognosis is of three to five years, tops. Sure, Stephen Hawking blew his own prognosis out of the water, but a combination of notoriety and luck enabled him to eke out as much existence as medical tech could've possibly allowed.

We knew things were suspect when my aunt, a marathoner with a monthly sub to Runner's World, stopped running. Her food intake dropped like a stone, and she soon took to increasingly simple painting and drawing styles. At first we thought it was just her wanting to explore simpler rendering techniques, but then...

Then we noticed the twitching. How awkwardly her pens and brushes were set in her hands. She was in great shape and didn't mind living in the ass-end of Sutton, basically in the open country and with a path leading up to her front door that was all in rough cobblestones. She broke a hip against them, last year.

Her speech started to slur, lately. Her last bike trip also landed her in the ER. She doesn't bike anymore. She doesn't run, and being a gourmand by nature, feels obligated to restrain herself, for fear of gaining weight. She's aggressively vegan. Not towards others, but towards herself. No meat, no eggs, nothing. Most of us ovo-lactos and omnivores in the family know her constant snacking meant her seventy-plus body is desperate for energy.

From the look of things, it feels like the diagnosis broke through her bullshit reasoning for being vegan. She wasn't vegan for the sake of limiting her carbon footprint or making more responsible choices at the grocery store, but because she, as a lifelong anorexic, thought she was ugly and needed to lose weight. That's been a constant with her. Age catches up and skin sags? She mistakes it for a love handle, cuts out virtually all sources of protein and carbs safe for tofu, seitan and bean-based preps. Of course, like a lot of anorexics, she'd have bulemic episodes. I used to sleep over at her last bachelor pad, as a teen, and I remember her pantry was loaded up for bear with Danish cookie tins, Nutella jars and whipped cream. I remember she invited me over specifically when she intended to cheat. Then it was back to yoga, pot-smoking, meditation and shopping runs - and she probably kept her purging for when I was gone.

So yeah. I'm betting Belgian Asshole (see one of my previous posts) convinced her to break her vows and went looking for a "slice of authentic Tikka Masala", to quote his email. The entire family is made up of ethnic food diehards, so we spam-flooded his inbox with recommendations. Looks like she'll be eating meat again, soon. Her own email mentioned concerns of strength and stamina, so I get it.

Otherwise? We're gobsmacked. Imagine spending an entire weekday both at work and off work, aggressively goofing off because you're trying as hard as you can not to think of your favourite aunt's mention of assisted suicide as an option.

Three to five years. Maybe one, or two good Christmases. After that, her condition should probably have started to deteriorate quickly.

I'm not close with a ton of my own family. I love them all, but it's more a sense of polite respect than anything involving solid bonds. The only two folks I know I'll be devastated for when they'll die are her, and my youngest cousin on the other side of the family.

I'm mostly okay now. No doubts, no crisis of unbelief, no anger, no rage... But then I'll see her in a more diminished state, one of those days. How am I going to take to it?

Part of me keeps a tally of the deaths in the family. First, it was my uncle on my mother's side. Ruptured abdominal artery, with a leak small enough to pool into the gut's cavity for months. Decay settled in, guy got anesthetized for an intervention...

They didn't even bother sewing him back up.

Second one was my other paternal aunt's new husband. First one was great, but left the country in the seventies to go live in Stockholm with his medical assistant. Second one was a geologist and physicist at the same campus she taught as. French guy, the son of innkeepers four generations down. It showed, too. Our Christmas tables haven't been the same since he left us his recipie books, all his corny jokes on provincial eating habits, and his obstinate focus on turning every 25th of December into a Roman orgy probably befitting of the old Saturnalia traditions. I mean, when's the last time you've had an eight-course meal, outside of Thanksgiving?

Tumors in his mesenteric artery lined the blood vessel's inner walls, deposited virtually everywhere in his body. He was diagnosed in June and dead by August. He'd always been the lanky type, bone-thin even if he hoovered food like he'd never have enough. He looked even thinner in his hospital bed.

Then, my maternal grandpa bit it. Decades of casual alcoholism, cirrhosis more or less jumping on him around his seventy-sixth year. He looked a bit like John Keston, the actor who played Gehn in CyanWorlds' Riven. Same hairline, same hawkish nose, same eyes - just more Cajun and less New England-esque. I don't know if it was youth or stupidity or - anything, really, but I dropped by to see him, just two days before he died. I didn't realize he was tallying my life, asking me if I had everything in order, if things were planned.

Now, I understand.

Next one on the chopping block is Aunt Doris, still on Mom's side. She of the serial mooching, she of the concept of not needing much to get by if you were the cute one of the family. She was pretty enough in her prime, sure - if by pretty you meant "cigarette-butt blonde with a discount Farah Fawcett blow-up and an unfinished High School degree". First husband was an abusive ass who gave her an uncommonly sensitive son, second one figured she'd stick to the minimum-wage circuit while he tore out rotator cuffs or busted his C7 while on his outboard like clockwork. By the end, she roped my grandmother into living with her, spent her days sloppy-drunk and died on her ratty couch while falling asleep and choking on her own vomit.

Before them all, the youngest of my uncles died at age two. Cancer. Never knew which one, was told it didn't matter. You didn't survive much of anything cancerous, back in the late fifties.

Ping-pong this back to three years ago, and my oldest paternal uncle dies. Paul, who smoked like a chimney for most of his life and successfully stopped after discovering Champix. He got to live five great years as the high-IQ oddball he'd always been, smoke-free. Paul was the weird bird in the family, the type to remember a really engrossing story at two in the morning and making a note to call you up first thing in the morning to share it. He always had a project of some sort to work on, like a simulated investors' tank for young entrepreneurs looking to learn the ropes, or a Byzantine arrangement of coaxials allowing four of his lakeside neighbours to pirate his cable sub. He'd invite us over for dinner, gather all the ingredients we'd need for whatever it was he wanted to treat us to - and then he'd let us cook it - just sitting by the sidelines, chatting away.

He was also a bit of a narcoleptic, and looked a bit like William Howard Taft if you'd worked him out of these old sack suits and into modern shirts and suspenders. He fell asleep practically everywhere, with his more wakeful environments being his workshop and his property's dock. He took me out fishing, once, and knew what the entire family expected.

"Oars're here, Gremlin, fish're that way. Wake me up when you've got a bite."

At this point, it wasn't even a point of concern; it was just an Uncle Paul Thing, the exact thing you'd have expected out of this kind, eccentric blob of a man whose idea of fishing involved pushing his hat over his eyes and basically all but ensuring that his roaring snores would scare prey away. He'd been a supposedly high-IQ type, terminally bored with almost everything, only really getting agitated and interested back when I asked him for help for my Junior High Computer class's Javascript calculator. Once the syntax hit something familiar and he realized that JS has some similarities with FORTRAN, he was on a roll, acting like someone had snuck a Red Bull in his coffee.

Well, fibrosis caught up with him. His last hours were spent directing us on how to cook what would've been his last meal. I think he really just wanted to know we were alright, that we still could exchange laughs around the kitchen counter. He clocked out the way he always did, except he had an oxygen tube running under his nose. His head bobbed down, he snored loudly for a few minutes, then turned increasingly quiet...

And that was it.

And now there's Isabelle. The marathoner, my partner-in-crime when it comes to professing to have a healthy diet while occasionally cheating in glorious, weekend-defining means, my gateway to cannabis and also the first person who took my cringy self-insert fanfic fodder and went No, that's worth it! Push it, develop that universe of yours!

I wouldn't be almost two-thirds of the way through my first decent manuscript, if not for her, and I wouldn't be shopping for publishers with the same energy you'd reserve for weekend-grade Facebook putzing-about. I owe her part of my self-acceptance, and part of my discovery of what defines my routine to this day. Isabelle was my first meditation coach.

And in three to five years, she might be gone.

I just thought grief might be... noisier, is all. Louder. Right now, it's just germane to confusion, and it's sitting there. There's a pinch of fear in it, too. My parents are in their mid-sixties. How long do I have left with them?!

And the family and I just covered that up with jokes and, well, cooking. I've been told I'd make a half-decent therapist but - navigating your own emotions is hard work...

I don't know. I guess I needed to put this down somewhere.

[calypsoff]

Sixty Two. Part 3

I laughed out at my mother texting me; she is screaming in my messages that she saw me on the news. Locking my phone still smiling, how life has changed me and fast, I was just a nobody and came out of jail and now I’m front row at the Grammys, sitting next to my pregnant wife that just so happen to be Rihanna, to me that is wild because I am with Rihanna but when I say Robyn I feel better. I am sat on a row with famous people, very famous people but like Jay Z is sat on the row behind us, I would assume that he would have been sat in front but here I am, a normal nigga sat front row “what was you laughing at?” Robyn finally finished gossiping, I thought I would have left her to it and let her finish her little conversation “my mom’s text me screaming about seeing me on TV, saying how proud she is and how beautiful you look. She is doing the most, so I was laughing at that” I’m still in disbelief that I’m sat here “I love Joyce, she is so cute” rolling my eyes as Robyn said that because my mother be doing the most “so when you performing? I am only here for you, team Rihanna?” Robyn poked her lips out and placed her hand in mine “I am performing soon, and then again later in the show, don’t worry it won’t be that boring. You’re here for me” shaking my head “I don’t find it boring; I find it do surreal. Like that I am here with you, I think when I see this and I see the love you get, to see people go crazy over you it comes back to me that you’re not just anyone, to me you’re Robyn you know that but when I am here seeing what I am seeing, you’re so loved. It’s amazing to see the love you get” Robyn cooed out “oh and I saw your ex in the back, look like he got slapped in the face” Robyn would look behind her to check, she is stupid “can’t see being that far back, only losers sit in the back” Robyn is right.

Clapping my hands as Frank Ocean won an award, this is very much draining like seeing the people go up and collect their award and so, and so on. I am just waiting for Robyn to get her ass on stage, feeling a kiss to my cheek and then Robyn wiped my cheek. Looking over at Robyn grinning “I am super proud of you; you have really just supported me and just been there for me. Also put up with me” biting on my bottom lip “having to put up with the both of you” placing my hand on her bump “hey, the baby is the innocent one here. Just me, I have been very much emotional and doing the most and I know that I have and you have put up with me” nodding my head slowly, this photographer and camera crew just came right in front of us “just act normal” Robyn said in a whisper looking at the stage, she said act normal but I ended up looking into the camera licking my lips, is it live or something, but I mean the camera would be facing Frank not me. Everyone started clapping and then so did I, I have no idea what they were saying but the camera left, and the photographer remained “quick picture he said” looking at Robyn “sir, you” looking at him “oh” I smiled awkwardly “I will be going now to get ready to perform, just stay here. Rorrey will be out ok? Rich is here” nodding my head “kill it out there” pressing a kiss to her lips as she got up from the seat, watching Robyn walk off. Her booty has definitely come out and I am not even complaining “you’re my sister husband?” looking down the row seeing Kaye speaking to me “erm yeah” I said smiling “yeah, yeah. You treat my sister good” nodding my head agreeing.

Putting up two fingers at the camera as Rorrey took a picture of us “I really find these award shows boring unless my sister is winning something, they drag. Three hours for what, like what the fuck am I doing with myself. Shall I send this to you, or you just repost?” Rorrey asked “I will repost, and I know. I understand now, I am like wen is this ending but Robyn is coming out soon, like now?” I am sure she is; I think LL Cool J is announcing Robyn on the stage “she seemed nervous to you?” all I do is speak through people’ speech but I be bored “erm no, she was excited. I think she said because it’s her last for a while, she is going to enjoy it and have fun. But people in this place are fake bro, you got to know this shit. They aren’t real, they are just full of shit. It’s all a game, Robyn just keeps herself to herself and it’s the best way you know” Rorrey is right, and I do believe him when he says it “oh I think it’s Robyn’ turn” I pointed out “right now one of the biggest popstars on planet earth, and possibly elsewhere. Please welcome Rihanna” LL Cool J said, my smile grew and the screams from around the place was sharp, clapping my hands as the paino played the intro. Squinting my eyes to see what she is wearing because I don’t see her wearing ref “she is wearing black” I pointed, her bump looks so hidden unless you look from the side “she looks so good” I smiled, I know personally she was nervous about this. That is really my wife on that stage “woo!” I shouted clapping; I am about to make all the noise.

“Not really sure how to feel about it, something in the way you move” I sang along with Robyn, I mean of course I would. That is my wife, and I am her biggest fan “she looks so amazing” I am super proud of her, standing up as soon as her last note finished “yes Robyn!” I clapped my hands loudly as I could, the crowd gradually joined in. A standing ovation and Robyn stood there awkwardly as she put her head down, not knowing where to put her face. She is feeling shy, and I do not blame her. She bowed her head and turned off “where does she go now?” I asked, do I go there to meet her or wait here “she will go backstage to get changed or come back here in just the new outfit” sitting back down, I just want to know that she is ok. That is what means the most to me, sitting back down on the seat “Robyn is invited to the afterparty, but she said she is going to decline but I really want her to go, she was already complaining about being tired” that sounds about right with Robyn, to complain about being tired already. So is Robyn coming back out or not, I am not even sure now, but I got Rorrey here with me.

Robyn and Rorrey changed places, she is back finally “took your time” Robyn is still wearing the black dress, she huffed out “I was so nervous actually, so nervous that I was sick backstage” my eyes widened, she didn’t seem it “really? You was that nervous? You didn’t seem it at all, are you ok?” how could I not notice that, but she looked fine “I have perfected the art of looking just fine Chris so don’t worry about it, I got on with it and I did it, what you think, did I do well?” nodding my head “amazing, a little scratchy here and there” she hit my arm as I laughed out “I am joking, stop it” shaking my head, Robyn and I are so deep in conversation that we didn’t realise that Rakim is on stage, for what exactly I am not sure. That nigga is tiny as hell “how you date a man so short?” I had to say it “because I didn’t wear heels when around him” good answer, I guess “here are the nominees for best contemporary album” he said “oh god, really. I hope I don’t win now” Robyn sat back “what do you mean?” she was going to turn to me but there is a camera right there “is this your category?” she nodded her head, this is messy. I feel like this was done on purpose, frowning at the screen trying not to scowl too much but this is fucked up.

The crowd clapped as the videos ended “lot of good contenders in this category” I will knock his little ass out “and the winner is” clenching my jaw hoping my praying she misses out, I rather she misses out then her go up there to that nigga. I am annoyed as hell “the beautiful Rihanna” I sighed out, it would be her. Looking over at Robyn as I got up and clapped my hands, clapped more in anger then anything “congratulations” I said as Robyn hugged me, I guess she got to put a show on now. Robyn walked off to go to the stage but there is steps she needs to go up, going around the cameraman and going up behind Robyn “let me help you up” I said, holding Robyn’ hand as I walked up the steps with her “thank you baby” not going to lie I am sweating knowing everyone is staring, jogging back down the steps and making my way back to the seat. Looking behind me, Robyn gave him a hug, she hugged him. I hate that nigga, sitting down in a huff “wow, another Grammy” she giggled “thank you, I just want to thank my team. They have been tirelessly working day and night for me, to get this album out I had to move the team in the home, and it was a different feel. I want to thank god for blessing me in so many ways” she pointed at her bump, the crowd cheered “and my husband for putting up with my hard working schedule and the moments where I am away and having to deal with a lot. He made me a mother and a wife all in one and I think this is a good maternity leave present” Robyn laughed “thank you” clapping as she walked off.

Pulling a face seeing Rorrey “you back again?” where the hell is Robyn “she is performing again nigga, you got me. Smile” side eyeing him, it’s a break right now “I was about to go and see some of the OVO niggas” Robyn probably couldn’t be bothered to come back out after the award collecting, making my way towards Drake “you walk so slow, like the break is literally over. So are you coming to the afterparty?” Drake asked “erm no, I don’t think I will be. Why, anything good happening” I mean he did ask “just was asking, so what do you think to you coming to Canada, play some basketball and hang out. Kyrie is coming, we can just hang out? Also I have some gear for you too, pick it up” that sounds so good “your house is dope as hell, I am coming. You know that I will, and if Kyrie is there I am there, I don’t want to break your ankles now. I need some real ass basketball platers” Drake pushed me “shut up, it was one mistake but cool. I will text you the date, better sit back down now” they starting again, I kind of get what Rorrey means by this shit being so long because I am tired as hell, this is for Robyn of course.

Squinting my eyes, there is Bruno and some white man on stage, and I refuse to get up because I just like to see Robyn. Bopping my head and Rorrey laughed out “I noticed it, you always start moving when the camera comes around” I chuckled “you notice, I just need to look happy. These shoes are hurting my feet too, I think Robyn is coming out. Getting up seeing my beautiful wife, she has arrived to make the stage even better. I wolf whistled “she looks amazing” bopping my head smiling, I probably look so whipped, but I don’t care “could you be loved” I sang, this is actually amazing that I have forgotten about my feet hurting. Squinting my eyes, Robyn better calm her ass down dancing like that on stage “she ain’t letting no baby get in the way” Rorrey said, he is right, but she needs to not do that, but she is.

It took me forever to get backstage, like so fucking long. They wouldn’t let me or even Rorrey there until weird enough, Jay Z helped us. He was like I know these two, the security guard was racist, I am just saying that. He knew who we was, he tried to make out we can only be in the crowd like I was a damn fan, I was getting annoyed and then Rorrey was too until Jay just came out of nowhere and said one word, now we here “I was calling you, what happed?” she is calling me but there I was trying to get here “little sis, we was trying too. Security was trying to make out we was fans, Jay had to help us” sitting down next to Robyn “aint there no slides here? My feet hurt” leaning down untying my laces “don’t do that, honestly it makes it worse. Just let’s go home, there is no slides here” I guess she has a point “you had to hug your ex?” I had to say it “it was not a hug, it was more like a awkward one, just a side one. I had too, I gave the other guy a hug, it was nothing. I literally gave you a shoutout so don’t” she has a point, but I dislike that nigga “true but I just want to say, how proud I am of Robyn, she killed it out there and then won an awards, now it’s time for you to relax. Enjoy the pregnancy, it’s your time twin” placing my arm around her “awww thank you poppa” besides that shit I am proud of Robyn.

[baebeyza]

WFC Siege Countdown day 3!

ONLY THREE DAYS LEFT <3

Can’t wait for them to fight it out with their damn fists! OvO ~

[stainedglassthreads]

How about, for the headcanon meme: Talon, Rita, and Papyrus? OvO

Hoooo boy 

Talon

(Technically everything about him is both a headcanon and canon buuuuuuuut--)

Headcanon A:  realistic

Hair is an extremely important thing in Greshan and Angran societies. Growing it out to different lengths or putting it in different hairstyles can convey information. But in Angran tribes specifically, touching or doing someone else’s hair is an extremely intimate act, reserved only for immediate family and your betrothed.

His younger siblings used to do his hair, but there was a long span of time where *no one* did it. Once he finally trusted Elian and Nania enough, they’d have some meet-ups where they didn’t do any sparring or anything, just relaxed and did each other’s hair. 

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

He acts like Elian had all these stupid ideas when he’s much more rational but there was at least one incident where he grabbed a goose or phoenix, climbed into a tree with it, and tried to fly by jumping out of the tree as the bird flapped wildly. 

He denies it ever happened, but Elian and Nania both saw. They Know. 

They know he’s a melodramatic goof. 

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

When Talon met Elian, his kindness threw him for a loop, and got him to re-evaluated the path his life was taking. Ultimately it made him much happier and well-balanced. But if Talon had never met Elian, he’d have basically no positive influences in his life, and become someone really awful. Had he met Elian in a battle instead of when they did in comic, he might have just killed him, never knowing what good friends they could have been, in another world, another life... 

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

He’s descended from Rue. In the AU where he somehow survives thousands of years, when Rue eventually gets better she tries to make up for what she did to him in the past because he is a fun person to fight! Those are so so rare!

Rita! 

Headcanon A:  realistic

(spoilers for season three but) I love her and Jet’s friendship. I like to imagine that she just hyperfocuses on some stream or coding a program/hacking Dark Matters on her coms, but the group’s heading off somewhere, so Jet just. Picks her up in his arms and carries her after them while she’s still typing and rambling because she’s Tiny and he’s Huge, and while she’s rambling about it sometimes he’ll respond with “Yes.” “No.” “I am not familiar.” But he tries to keep up with her because in Tool’s of Rust he mentioned how following her train of thought is great exercise. 

Idk I really just like Jet carrying Rita around places while she talks at a mile a minute while doing five other things, this chaotic whirlwind of manic energy in the arms of the most stoic guy you ever met. Great dynamic A+ 

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

She tried to join Dark Matters once thinking that ‘it’d be like in the movies!’, brought absolute chaos to the establishment for like a week, and then got bored and left, but still keeps tabs on all the ‘friends’ she made there by hacking into the highly secure Dark Matters database, and sends them memes. No one knows WHAT to make of her. 

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

It wouldn’t surprise me if she had an exceptionally lonely childhood growing up and Juno was her first ‘real’ friend. She seems to think and speak entirely in pop culture references, not to mention she’s leagues better at programming and codes than anyone else in Hyperion City, even the CIA-equivalent organization Dark Matters. Perhaps her genius and general though process scared other kids away, and when she met angry, bitter, defensive Juno, she thought ‘oh, he’s like me!’ and latched onto him because they both needed a friend, even if they had their respective ways of hiding it. 

Season 3 spoilers but this might also be why she’s so desperate to help her friends and fix their problems for them, she’s so weird but they won’t leave if she’s a useful kind of weird. 

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

She’s very smart... she’s cagey about both her age and her last name... She’s bi... She is a woman from the 1800s who was very smart and inquisitive but barred from participating in the science community and them got bitten by a vampire only instead of ever becoming a famous scientist she kept getting distracted by hot people and penny dreadfuls and traveling to try ‘exotic’ food but kept picking up so much knowledge she’s completely gotten her knowledge of the past all muddled up iN THIS ESSAY I WILL--

The Great Papyrus! 

Headcanon A:  realistic

I don’t know how realistic it is but I still REALLY love the ‘Gaster is Papyrus’ theory and am sorely disappointed that to this day, I’ve only found TWO stories that explore it :( 

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Papyrus' powers are strong enough to destroy the Barrier, the only reason he doesn’t know is that he’s simply never tried. There are a lot of things he doesn’t know he can do simply because no one else can do what he does and so he’s never known to try. 

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Going with the ‘Papyrus is Gaster’ theory, the reason Papyrus has no friends is that whatever power caused Gaster to be forgotten is still in effect, albeit it’s worn off a bit. The only way people can legit remember him and his depth and capability is through Determination, so Undyne, Flowey, and Frisk/Chara. But for those who don’t... he’s a weird tall kid(?), he’s Sans’ brother, he’s that Royal Guard Wannabe. They can only remember who he is in connection with other, more memorable people and concepts, otherwise he’s a stranger, barely an acquaintance. 

Even Sans doesn’t remember him. This is his brother, and he knows he really admires his brother and thinks he’s cool for... some reason... but he can’t quite recall what those reasons are. He doesn’t remember his brother’s favorite food, eh, it must be spaghetti, right? He’s making it all the time. He thinks his brother likes japes and jokes so he’ll make the laziest puns. His brother really wants to capture a human, but he’s not quite sure why, so he’ll ask the human to play nice so Pap can meet them and do... whatever. He’s happy, right? He looks happy, but Sans feels like he’s not quite doing... enough... What’s missing? 

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Papyrus doesn’t become a police officer or a chef or any of the ‘popular’ headcanons on the surface. (Defund the police.) He becomes a superhero.  He rehabilitates all his former enemies. He’s Batman now, but less broody and just as dramatic. Flowey is roped into being his side-kick. Flowey complains a lot but secretly loves being a superhero. Undyne is his fellow superhero, the Spear of Justice.  Everyone loves them. Fuck you. 

[inuwritesstuff]

The Performance of a Lifetime- Part Four

Actor AU! Kuroo x Reader

Reader is female

Warning

 its a little raunchy with lyrics but nothing really happens. Just an inappropriate song they are acting out. 

Also mentions tsukishima/yamaguchi ship stuff  

WC: 1670

Cross posted on Ao3

Part Three

“Again Y/N. Show me how much you wanna do this.” Kuroo cooed, pushing you away from him once more after pushing him onto the bed. “Ugh Kuroo let’s just finish the scene and let me just fake it with you.” You grumbled, shoving him back onto the bed and frowning deeply as the music continued on muffled by the pillow covering the phone. Kuroo stared up at you and blinked before lazily smiling. “Fake it huh? You want me that badly Y/N?” “Oh shut up you know what i mean.I just want-”

“You want this done right. So do it right. “ he argued, trying to sit up but your weight holding him down by his shoulders kept him from moving. “Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking.” you sang picking up where the music was playing at now. “Let’s go you know the drill, I’m hot and pissed and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walkinggggg~” you sang louder, smirking and kissing his jaw like how the director told them to act out. Kuroo looked softly up at Y/N as you sang the next part so softly, like you were truly comforting your partner. 

“That works for me-OOF.” He recited his line as you pulled him off the bed and pinned him against the wall, kissing him roughly. You had barely thought of stage kissing him before but you knew that you would have to do it one day. Might as well make the first time you kiss him private. You didn’t want people gawking at you. It's not like he was your first kiss or anything too. You two mimicked taking off clothing without really doing anything before rolling back onto the bed as the music played.

“Get your ass in gear make this whole town disappear. ” you sang louder,  totally forgetting that Kenma was stream. “Slap me. Pull my hair. Touch me there, there, there. LOVE THIS DEAD GIRL WALKING~” You took a breath to continue singing before the door slammed open. “Kuroo what did I say!” The streamer shouted, before staring at the two of you. Oh god this looked like a bad situation for the two of them. “Oh god. Please… for the love of all things sacred in this world, tell me you two are acting right now because I’m out if you two are reall-” 

“Yes Kenma. Why the fuck would we be singing if we were really doing it?” Kuroo asked , furrowing his eyebrows as he propped himself up on the bed, you still on top of him. YOU felt bare. Naked.Even though you both still had all your clothing on it was weird to have Kenma interrupt your practice. “I have no clue you are a theater person. I hear you sing in the shower all the time.” “Kenma.. You really don’t know how any of this works do you?” he asked with a monotone voice before looking at you and sighing. “Look at what I have to deal with Y/N. He’s so uneducated in our world even though he’s my childhood friend.”

“I can’t believe you would think we were going at it kenma. Who sings while having-” “I DON’T KNOW! Now… Please be quiet or I will kick you both out of MY apartment. I pay for most of the rent. So I control what and who is here.” Kenma pinched the bridge of his nose and turned around and walked out of the room. “I think I should go anyways. Kei and Tadashi are most likely starting dinner now.” You told your partner before getting off him and heading for the door. Kuroo laid still in his bed before lift a hand up and waving. “Night Y/N. Get home safe. I’m just.. Gonna lay here and think about how well you seduced me.” He told you , making you blush and head out the apartment, going to the nearest bus station that would take you home. You had seduced him huh? Was it in character or not though that was the question. You hoped in character honestly. You.. can’t believe you even toyed with the idea of him falling for you. Ugh why where you even entertaining the idea of him. You hung your head and groaned softly. God he was snarky and was just.. Ugh.. frustrating . UGH why were you even thinking about him. You had a thing for Bokuto. You pulled out your phone and texted Bokuto quickly.

Text to Owl Head > Hey just leaving Kuroos now. Can you let him know when i get home? Text from Owl Head > OvO O f c o u r s e. How did it go?OuO You groaned at his texting emojis. He was so cringy sometimes but it was cute and endearing most times. Text to Owl Head > We did  only one song before i left. Kenma was streaming and he got mad we were loud. Text from Owl Head > Oh yeah That’s Kenma for you.I’m surprised Kuroo even let you over when he was home. ;p He normally doesn’t introduce people to Kenma because he’s not a people person.

Text to Owl Head  > Ah yeah I can see that. 

You wanted to bring up the fact Kuroo talked about how pretty you were for a week now. You blushed again and looked out the window as the bus pulled up to your stop. You got off and headed to your boys waiting for you at home. You closed your eyes and sighed as the walked into the apartment. You heard something dropping making you open your eyes. You were expecting to see Kei and Tadashi. But not like this. “Oh. OH. OHHHHHHHHHHH.” you shouted, pointing at the two shirtless men in your living room. Tadashi sitting on Kei’s lap as Kei was lounging on the couch. “I’m so dumb!” you slapped your forehead and covered your eyes as you shut the door behind you with your foot. “Okay I’ll go hide in my room. ‘Kay bye.” You got out before either could mutter a word to you. You slammed your door shut and flopped down on your bed. Well that was interesting. Of course they would be dating. How dumb were you. You just thought Kei was Tadashi’s partner while they wrote like a co-author. Not his actual partner. YOU HAD BEEN ROOMMATES FOR HOW LONG NOW AND YOU JUST FOUND OUT? You internally screamed at yourself. How dumb did you have to be? You felt your pocket vibrate as you screamed more in your head. What now? Text from ??? > Kou gave me your number. Its Kuroo. Hope you got home safe. Text to ??? > I’m home safe. Don’t worry about me. 

You added his number into your phone quickly and sighed. Text to The Cat Man >  Be honest. How dumb am I? Text from The Cat Man >  Very. You think you have a chance with Kou. LOL

Text to The Cat Man >  Ur mean. I’m blocking you

Text from The Cat Man > D: Nu pls. I need you for something

You were curious now. What did he need you for? There was a lot it could be. You paused while texting him. Maybe you should just leave him on read for a bit. No matter what you were going to do, it got abruptly interrupted by Tadashi walking into your room with a thick heavy blush across his face. “I’M SO SORRY Y/N!” He bowed to you and stood up straight just as quick. “If you don’t want us to room with you anymore we totally get it. We lied to you about our relationship and-” “Dude. I don’t care??” you told him completely confused why they would think they would get kicked out for making out in the living room. “A heads up would have been nice but yeah I don’t… I don’t care. I’m just dumb and I can’t believe i didn’t see it before.” “Yeah we weren’t subtle.” “Tsuki. Stop.” “Hey I’m right though. Why should I stop? I told her day one i was your partner. And she didn’t know until know? Dumbass.” 

You chuckle and pointed at Tadashi. “Your boyfriend is right. I am a dumbass.” Tadashi chuckled nervously and sat on the edge of your bed as Kei walked in and leaned against the door frame. “How was your day? Didn’t you go to Kuroo’s place?” Tadashi asked making Kei’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You. Y/N. Willing spent time with Kuroo? Are you sick or something? Dying?” Kei teased making your eyes roll as you sunk back into your bed and glanced at your phone. 

4 messages from The Cat Man

 You winced and unlocked your phone and glanced at the messages. Text from The Cat Man > Kenma kicked me out after I tried practicing Meant to be Yours apparently too loudly.

Text from The Cat Man > So I’m at Akaashi’s and Kou’s 

Text from The Cat Man >  I need help with what pizza I should get

Text from The Cat Man >  hello? Y/N??

You rolled your eyes again and chuckled , texting him back a simple order of a cheese and banana peppers pizza before turning your attention to Tadashi again who was wearing a smug look. “The Cat Man?” He asked, peering over at your phone. “What about Owl Head huh? You seem to be awfully fond of Kuroo all of a sudden.” he teased, his boyfriend’s humor wearing off on him. “I hate you both. Now go make me dinner and MAYBE I will talk about what happened tonight.” you were met with a glare from Kei before he caved and shrugged. “Fine. I’ll make you something nasty then. Like a seaweed and water casserole.” “You are an ass.” You retorted to Kei before looking at your phone again seeing Kuroo had send a thumbs up emoji. You felt your stomach do a flip as you looked at the text and you hid your phone as you continued on with your night.

[the-wotog-collection]

true canon: an explanation

True Canon is set in a typical High Fantasy D&D ye olden age world, with monsters and magic and dragons galore. It started out focused entirely on Eve and Viktor and a few others’ travels through a country called Witherhurst, and as we made more characters and stories and kingdoms, we expanded the scope of WotOG (the original D&D game) to cover all of them, until we had a nice world built up around the characters. Since not all of the stories related to the events of WotOG (and WotOG part 2: Electric Boogaloo), we decided to change the name to True Canon, so we knew which universe for sure was the foundation upon which our Many AU’s Stand. Here’s a quick n dirty timeline, for reference:

(much more under the cut)

-Eve, Viktor, and a few others that aren’t relevant to the story travel around Witherhurst on a job or something from a lady who’s Definitely Not Important At All (Her name is Prenella). At some point Prenella ditches the party and they’re stuck without a cleric for a while

-They make it to a big city, and through shenanigans that include travelling the city for fun and also almost dying to a pack of rabid dogs, Eve convinces Intem to join the party.

-Eve, Vik, and now Intem (plus one more pc) unravel a cult plot, something about the end of the world, blah blah nothing really important there. They end up taking out the cult and fighting Prenella, the cult’s leader, who also happens to be a dragon. Neat.

-After that horrifying ordeal, the party reconvenes and decides, ‘fuck it, let’s go find a new place to travel together’ and thus board a ship that they then steal from the captain (after Intem’s “pet” eats said captain).

-So begins the few years the party spends as pirates.

-Things happen, they end up fighting an eldritch god for world-ending rights, and go on their merry way.

- Intem falls into the role of reluctant (but no less ruthless) pirate captain, with vik as his first mate and eve as navigator (despite the fact that she can’t read. they figure it out)

-This is around the time Intem goes from lilac-haired sunshine boy to disgruntled cynic who’s Done With Your Shit, Viktor.

-Eventually the crew docks, and picks up Therai and Pippin for a while. Eve also brings up the idea of reviving Vik’s old travelling companion, Dante (two bros, chillin in a tavern, no feet apart ‘cause they’re so gay), and Intem’s like “Sure why the fuck not” and they set off to find his grave or whatever.

-Hatch and Xander are in the area and end up getting picked up by the crew.

-Dante gets revived, and for the next year or so, everything is fine.

-Eventually the crew docks near Therai’s old home kingdom, and he dips, taking Pippin, Xander, and Hatch with him (he really only meant to take Pip). They spend a while travelling to his kingdom, Aer-Vinn, and encounter Hatch’s long time (boy)friend Aerglo. He joins the party, at Hatch’s request.

-A little while later (vague time frame I know but exact years don’t matter here), there’s some Good Therai Angst when- Shock! Horror! - they end up stumbling upon Tal, who shares ~history~ with Therai. Not the good kind, mind you. They leave soon after meeting Tal.

-There’s a few more encounters with Therai’s old companion before Tal eventually softens up and joins the party, hell yeah. Warren joins too, because he was nearby and Also shares ~history~ with Therai and Tal. (They were all in a party together before this)

-AT THE SAME TIME THIS IS GOING ON: Rain sets out on a holy mission from their church to prove themselves worthy of being a Paladin of the Church.

-They meet Rosemary along the way, and after a small adventure together, they decide to help Rose out and find Catherine with her, because a while back Rose accidentally turned Catherine into, well, a cat.

-They do find Cat, after she’d gone through some Shit in an alternate dimension featuring a Sun Goddess and her complete mental breakdown. Cat Killed A Goddess (or two, we’ll see how the campaign goes), and made friends with the cousins Mikhail and Valentine. Mikhail doesn’t matter to the timeline right now. 

-Anyway, Rain and Rose find Cat, and settle down in a little seaside village where they work together to turn Cat back into a human.

-They Succeed!!!

-Uh-oh there’s a stranger at the door- Oh! It’s just Rain’s Cleric friend from their church, Rahon! Turns out Rain kinda went MIA and everyone back home is having a Panic, so Rahon’s here to make sure Rain is alive and well, or collect their belongings if they’re not-

-But they’re alive, so Rahon calms down and decides to stay (after sending a message back home, of course), to keep an eye or two on Rain.

-Rain is Delighted :)

-The party (minus kal) were traveling somewhere, kal ended up going the same way, and they ended up in the same city for a while. rahon saw her Up To No Good, so he kept an eye on them and saw them getting stabbed, and decided to nurse her back to health, and thus Kal Joins The Party. Rahon is an absolute sweetheart to them

-Eventually Rose, Cat, and Rain head out to a nearby cave system bc of Reasons, and end up kinda sorta stumbling into a system that leads to this world’s version of the Underdark. They need help navigating, because Fuck These Tunnels Are Confusing, and come across a little hermit drow who’s living his “best” life in his underground hut with tattered clothes and ratty books and cracked glasses.

-He just wants to see the surface but is terrified of how the world will treat him if he goes up alone, so he offers to guide everyone through the Underdark in exchange for them taking him up to the surface. Everyone agrees

-Astralus, little hermit drow lad, does so, and soon finds himself stumbling out into broad daylight. He’s got light sensitivity and everything Burns, but he’s so fucking happy oh my gods. Also he’s crying but it’s okay, he��s kinda really emotional.

-Aster joins the party! And they find out he’s cousins with Rose, who practically adopted him as a brother anyway let’s be real.

-Somehow Val learns of Cat’s whereabouts, and pops by to say hi to his trauma buddy. Cue shock as he sees her as human for the first time. Aster develops an immediate crush, and takes to following Val around like a lost puppy.

-Val is having a Time because, Aster looks just like a person he knew in an alternate universe and things didn’t turn out well for them. Yikes.

-Val joins the party, if only to tease Cat and finally have a place to be for a while

-MEANWHILE: Bree finds an abomination living in the abandoned mineshafts near her village. She decides he could probably use a friend, since the entire village is pretty scared of/hostile towards him, and becomes that friend. She finds out his name is Ve, and he’s a sweetheart. She makes immediate friends and he teaches her sign language, because he Literally Doesn’t Have A Face, he can’t speak.

-A few weeks later, either Ve or Bree decide to leave bc Fuck This Town, except they don’t say Fuck because they’re both softe beans (they both legally cannot say fuck. and i actually had an idea for how they leave ovo). Either way, they leave, and through shenanigans, they pick up Three More Tieflings, what the hell, which is kinda funny because previously, Bree didn’t think tieflings existed at all. 

-Tarvaii and Trancey are travelling together as a Chaotic Mischief Duo, and end up joining the party because Bree made friends

-Same situation with Chaym, though he was alone and depressed because his entire village got massacred. Bree made friends, and Chaym joined the party

-Chaym also ended up teaching Trancey magic, specifically Necromancy, which is kinda really stupid dangerous but it’s fine, Chaym survived, why shouldn’t Trancey? (flawed logic but okay Chaym)

-Cut to a few years later, back with Eve and Co.

-They’re in a tavern, Eve sees a depressed tiefling at the bar. What does she do? Immediately go try to cheer him up.

-She finds out he’d left his pregnant girlfriend on a mission to go help out somewhere, and ended up stuck in a weird place where time passes differently for him. It’s been 26 years, though to him it felt more like a handful of weeks. He’s scared and confused and would very much like to find his family, but he has no idea where he is.

-Eve’s heart breaks bc! he’s so sad and his girlfriend is pregnant and he’s got a family and just wants to get back to them, how could she not want to help? and thus she decides to help the tiefling, Viren, find his family.

-Through a series of events, the find out Viren’s family was living in a beautiful city built into the mountains, that fell quite a few years back. Luckily, his girlfriend left beforehand, and moved to a small mining town, where she gave birth to, and briefly raised, their son. She named him Ve, after his father, who she assumed was dead.

-There was a fire at one point, and Angelica, Viren’s girlfriend, died saving Ve. Viren is absolutely devastated when he finds out, and Eve offers to resurrect Angelica, y’know, bring the family together again, even if for just a short time.

-Vi agrees, and they do so! Woo! Also Eve and co. meet up with Ve for a while so the family really is back together.

-Intem, doing a sneaky trick, makes it so Angelica’s soul keeps the body and just, lives until the body dies, be it natural or unnatural causes. He only tells Eve and Angelica about it, and waits to see how long it takes Viren to realize ‘oh shit I’m not losing my fiance so soon’

-Also Viren and Angelica get engaged! Woo!

-A little while passes, Viren and Anne join the party, and Eve gets pregnant with Intem’s kids. At this point the party’s stopped adventuring, and they all settled down somewhere nice. Anyway Eve’s pregnant and gives birth to twins, Olive and Evergreen (Evan for short), but Olive looks more like Therai than Intem and it’s kinda weird, but nobody really minds because the twins are just, so cute. Also Therai (and co) came back and built the party a nice house, so, yeah.

-Olive and Evan grow up, and Evan takes an interest in Druid Magic. Vik lets Evan access his Giant Library and teaches him general magic stuff. Olive scares her whole ass family by taking an interest in Necromancy, and eventually someone gets in contact with Chaym (and by extension Trancey), and has him come over to teach Olive.

-Olive becomes a necromancer! And then heads off with Evan in tow to start their own life of adventuring. 

-Eve has another kid, Avery, with Therai

-Olive befriends a Whole Ass Dragon, gives him the nickname Jade, and introduces him to Evan. By the time the trio make it back to Jade’s hoard, Avery’s taken on the role of Fighter and heads out into the world to do her own thing. She also meets Clover, another fighter, and they travel together for a while before joining Olive, Evan, and Jade. 

-That’s it, that’s where we stopped on the timeline of True Canon. It’ll go on, of course, but, here’s the general timeline in 4 pages