#sigmund freud oc

[dove-da-birb]

NO ISAAC DONT POUT I WILL KISS U :(((

ANYWAYS i have been intrigued abt their love languages. holding up a microphone to ur face. I LOVE TALKING ABOUT LOVE LANGUAGES AND I THINK IT WOULD BE SO NEAT ALSO I MISS THEM (except for freud ew yk) SO WHAT WOULD THEIR GIVING AND RECEIVING LOVE LANGUAGES BE OUT OF THE MAIN FIVE??? I DONT REMEMBER IF WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE OR NOT BAD MEMORY GO WHEEE

*ignores Isaac for the time being*

I'm using "you" as their s/o's pronoun for fun here

~ Love Languages of My Ikevamp OCs ~

William Chaloner

Giving

Physical Affection; but not like hand holding, more so ruffling your hair and poking you on the nose. He gives a more casual version of it, and shoots a wink afterwards. This is regardless of if it's platonic or not.

Gift Giving; He owns a boutique, so if he like likes you he will gift you any item you've been staring at or even mention liking. He gives a soft smile before granting you a pretty floral box with the clothing folded neatly with a handwritten card.

Receiving

Words of Affirmation; he hardly hears it, so if you may just make him malfunction if you give him a sincere compliment. Will stumble over his words and stare at you with wide eyes.

Physical Affection; turns into putty if you play with his hair. And if you tease him back? Oh, he's suddenly pink, very pink. Also very touch-starved and likes being the little spoon if you cuddle.

Antonio Salieri

Giving

Quality Time; he enjoys spending time with you and makes sure to schedule time away from the bakery and his practice so he can spend time with you. He enjoys the quiet moments, where the two of you aren't rushing and are just enjoying each other's compnay.

Acts of Service; he will go out of his way to do something for you. You've been looking tired? He has a candlelit bath ready for you? You mention you like a certain pastry? He made a dozen that afternoon.

Receiving

Quality Time; it means a lot if you spend time with him, especially if you're busy. It could be as simple as reading a book together in silence, to enjoying a meal at the local restaurant together.

Gift Giving; he isn't used to gifts, and would be caught off guard if you gave him one out of the blue. It doesn't matter what it is, he is keeping it forever; because it reminded you of him.

Sigmund Freud

Giving

Words of Affirmation; he knows when something is wrong, and reassuring you is second nature. He knows several languages and will tell you all the wonderful things he thinks about you in them with a wink.

Parallel Play; he mirrors and learns about your hobbies, and your love languages. He believes that by participating in a loved one's interests makes you closer. Plus he likes seeing that smile on your face.

Receiving

Parallel Play; he's very touched that you'd want to learn about his interests. He's putting aside the psychology aspect of it away for now, since you decided that yes, you wanted to mirror him.

Physical Touch; but the super soft kind. The hugs from behind kind. The gently holding each other as you dance in the kitchen listening to an old record kind. Kisses on the forehead kind.

@krenenbaker [since you seem invested as well]

[oddlyunadventurous]

Take, for instance, Freud’s brilliant conceptualization of the “selfsona,” an “original character” that your psyche kins but never fronts. This classic psychoanalytic notion has, over the

[fuzedatti]

I recently got into a DnD party with my friends and OF COURSE we had to use our Clone High characters in them.

Tesla is a dark elf wizard. He got 8 of smartness but 17 of rizz??? Who did this to you.

Freud is a human bard. Has 6 of charisma. Very fitting. (Belongs to @/sopa_de_zanahoria)

They are married. The end.

[whumpcereal]

Hey, I remember a while ago you mentioned about Ivan after the whole ordeal

Is that still on the table?

It is still on the table, for certain. Perhaps closer to the edge of the table, just because I haven't whumped my whumpers before, and I'm a little afraid of how mean-spirited that exercise might be...because Ivan is just the worst (or is Doc the worst)?

[commissionsdarian]

He wanted a slushie 😔

[web-novel-polls]

ORV Constellations Tournament Submissions

Last Checked: September 20th, 2024 - Please check the original post for updates

Submissions Close Date: TBD

Rules:

Must be from ORV / Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint or an ORV-based OC. They do not have to be from canon 

One constellation per response. Submit as many responses as you want

Constellations listed within examples/questions are not already included nor do they have priority

If unsure about anything, just write "unsure" or something like that. Submissions won't be rejected if there's missing info; I just need something to call them at the very least 

Lying is allowed because it’s ORV, and I think dishonesty is a virtue (<-lying)

Tournament Tag: #orv constellations tournament

Submissions

(Major spoilers below!)

Cheok Jungyeong / Goryeo's First Sword 

Cheok Jungyeong gazed at the night sky through my eyes. I could feel the explosive emotions mixed in the silence. Cheok Jungyeong's rage and sadness. His grief… And… his decision.  [You can feel proud.]  Cheok Jungyeong spoke to me.  [Those who are at the highest point in this damn world are afraid of you.]  "…What is pride worth when I am going to die?"  [You won't die.]  They were just words, but they were words spoken by a constellation.  As if putting a buoy against fate, all the stories built by Cheok Jungyeong were rooted in my existence.  [I won't let you die.] - Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 176

Nebula: Hongik

Submission 1: I LOVE HIM IDC I CAN'T EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW

Submission 2: The one who always has kimcom's back, from very early on. He puts himself on the line for those incarnations while others turn away 

Submission 3: he shows up to look broody, kill on Kim Dokja's command, then dip 

Director of the False Last Act 

Nebula: Kimcom / Kim Dokja’s Company 

Submission: This is my favorite OC!!!!!!! She's really cool and powerful and swag and is friends with Kim Dokja Company. She can command Yoo Joonghyuk to do her bidding and even was engaged to him once :) 

Galileo / Another One Bites the Dust

No propaganda submitted

Kim Dokja / Oldest Dream

Nebula: Kimcom / Kim Dokja’s Company

Submission: I love the concept of Oldest Dream so much that if I had a physical copy of ORV i would be biting the novel right now <3 

Lame Trickster

Nebula: Unknown

Submission: I just think the one legged swift horse stigma is kinda funny. Imagine you're basically like a god and your special god skill is you can run away super fast. You bestow your super skill onto the human that has earned your respect and favour (now he can run away super fast too). Amazing

Loki / Constellation Who Likes to Change Sex

Nebula: Asgard

Submission: [The constellation who likes to change sex is changing your sex] 

Master of Steel

Submission: a quiet supporter died also rather forgotten death. sacrificed himself for kimcom ;-; 

No Stranger to Love

Submission: He just wants to turn everything into a romance, and I think that's beautiful

Samyeongdang / Bald General of Justice

Nebula: Hongik 

Submission: haha. bald

Sigmund Freud / Discoverer of the Subconscious

Submission: it's funny what more could you want

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Surya / Supreme God of Light

Nebula: Vedas

Submission: he's so cool tbh, i hope his design will bang 

Uriel / Demonic Judge of Fire

Nebula: Eden 

Submission 1: she loves so much, so bright, so burning. 

Submission 2: I want to make sure my girl is in the brackets. She is really really cool and also very powerful. She also canonically mixed up the metaphor about calling followers "sheep" and she just brought sheep in Eden.

Submission 3: She's just like me fr 

Yoo Junghyuk / Secretive Plotter

Submission: 

does an outer god who was assumed to be a constellation for majority of plot counts? either way, he's one of the OGs four of kdj's channel

[dreamcast641]

Thank you @islandtarochips for the tag!

A little list to showcase your OC's favorite things

-Name: Claire Ekaterina Makarova

-Universe: SCP foundation(she is in others but those are AUs)

-Favorite book(and why): 1984 by George Orwell. Generally Claire's reading is limited on scientific books, biology ones in particular as she loves to expand her knowledge on her field but she finds old readings rather interesting and she took a particular liking in Orwell's writings, animal farm is also one of these.

-Favorite song: Dark beach by pastel ghost. She finds a somewhat sense of peace in this kind of electronic music. She loves the muffled singing.

-Favorite piece of clothing they own: It wasn't like this at the start, but when she gained a bit of confidence she started to love the elegant dress she uses to go clubbing. She would look at herself in the mirror, sometimes admiring how it brings up her features and how her untie hair match it so well;

-Favorite "little treat": Claire is a sweet lover. She is a chocolate and strawberry fan for sure and those two mixed together is the end for her. Id say then the strawberries deep in any kind of chocolate are her favorite in absolutely;

-Favorite person in their lives: Claire does not hold preference for anyone. She gets affectionate to who she loves in the same way;

-Dream home: a cottage in a isolate area in the mountains;

-Dream life: A life of freedom where she isn't tie to anything or anyone again. She wants to explore the world without pressures, without fear of dying.

-Name: Dmitry Vasilij Makarov

-Universe: SCP foundation (others as well but those are AUs)

-Favorite book (and why): the interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud. Despite Dmitry finding Freud methods outdated and often telling that we advanced a lot when it comes to psychoanalisis, he also find some of his readings interesting such as the dream related ones. He doesn't take seriously the book tho, but rather a start to continue his studies and finding new discoveries about the oniric that others would not know.

-Favorite song: Dmitry does not have a favorite song, however he listen to ambient sounds when he's working. The beach waves one being his favorite.

-Favorite piece of clothing they own: a black sweater with turtleneck that you can often see under his labcoat. There is no particular reason for him to like it, he just comfortable with anything that covers his skin completely.

-Favorite "little treat": He sometimes find himself to buy the buldak ramen when he has nothing else to make for lunch or dinner, not that he eats that often tho. The ramen thing has probably become a dependence and also he can handle spice well.

-Favorite person in their lives: It might sound like a joke because at first glance it would be impossible to know that this man has a favorite person but instead there is and is Maria, the mother that took him when his biological one left for the GOC.

-Dream home: Something small near the beach. It's gonna be climatized tho as he can't handle the heat at all. But he would just be there for the sound of the waves crashing on the sand.

-Dream life: He never thought of what life could be outside the foundation walls but he would have loved to raise a terrarium with snakes.

-Name: Evelyn "Mandy" Ross.

-Universe: SCP foundation

-Favorite book (and why): The book thief by Markus Zusak. Being a veteran of WW2 who served as a nurse for the US army at the time, she often find herself to read about what happened in the past, as some sort of closure to the trauma that she went through. She has read them all, her guts wrenching everytime at what she never saw and that was under her nose all this time. She took a particular liking in the book thief as somewhat she relates to Lesiel, the protagonist.

-Favorite song: Over the rainbow by Judy Garland/Glenn Miller. One of the most beloved cinema music and also one beloved to her as well as she listened to it once before drafting herself for the war. It holds so much memories for her both bad and good and often find herself playing it for her children when those cried as babies.

-Favorite piece of clothing they own: Mandy still has the blue cape that nurses used during ww2. She still keeps it on her shoulders.

-Favorite "little treat": snickers!

-Favorite person in their lives: even tho she holds no contact with any of them, Mandy is still fond of her two children, Claire and Dmitry.

-Dream home: A little home in a rural area, where the town is small and there is no much people.

-Dream life: Mandy holds so much regret for her decisions, she would love to go back in the past and change it all. She would love to become a doctor and help people without being forced to a life in prison. She wish she was never born with her anomaly.

-Name: Lilja Järvinen

-Universe: Rainbow Six Siege

-Favorite book (and why): Anything related to k9 training. Ofc, as a dog trainer who is hyperfixated on anything related to that, she has a vast collection of books that point at dogs and their training for the forces.

-Favorite song: Killer by Mareux

-Favorite piece of clothing they own: Any baggy clothes in her drawer. There is no particular reason for it, just that she is more comfortable with them on. The only problem is that she often stumbles on her own pants while walking.

-Favorite "little treat": She concede herself a trail of cinnamon rolls at least once every week. She usually takes them from her local bakery, nowadays they even prepare so before so she could be served immediately, not that she ever complains of course, shes a usual customer after all.

-Favorite person in their lives: at the moment she feels that she has no favorite in her life. She isn't that much close to any of the other operators and she finds herself often overthinking that somehow she is annoying to them.

-Dream home: her own childhood home is her dream home. It's was a farm with livestock and shepherd dogs not so far from a small town. That's where she gained passion for training dogs and improving that with the use of her knowledge in robotics.

-Dream life: She never really thinks about that, at the moment she is content with what she has.

[11queensupreme11]

Come up with 13 fighters from the Gods' side and 13 fighters from the humans. You're only allowed 2 repeated fighters. [This time, add more goddess representation.] ~ ^(ФωФ)^

13 god fighters:

hera (i just wanna see her fight, this bitch is CRAZY, i know she'd totally win her round)

bastet, egyptian goddess of cats (i picked her because i like cats)

hel, norse goddess of helheim (i like her in the thor: ragnarok movie)

cheuksin, korean toilet goddess, yes you heard me right

yal-un eke, mongolian goddess of fire (she just sounds cool)

baba yaga (not actually a goddess, but a slavic folklore character, but if ror can have to ocs, then i can do this!)

manislat, phillipine goddess of broken homes (she's a crazy bitch that thrives on broken homes and gets pissed whenever ppl are happy 💀, probably hates child protective services? or maybe doesn't cuz they kinda suck too)

yudi or jade emperor, the chinese god of heaven

batara sambu, indonesian god of teachers (i would pit him against an american simply because he would be pissed at the low wages teachers have there)

enlil, mesopotamian god of wind, air, earth, and storms

raijin, japanese god of thunder and lightning

maui, hawaiian demigod (picked him cuz of the disney movie moana)

dievas, lithuanian god of light, sky, prosperity, wealth, ruler of gods, creator deity

13 human fighters:

christopher columbus (solely because i know he'd get absolutely wrecked and i would enjoy every second of it)

marilyn monroe (idk who she would fight, but she would win!!!)

cleopatra

elizabeth bathory (yes the psycho)

joan of arc

martin luther king jr (he would make a GREAT speech before beating the shit outta his opponent)

anne boleyn (not only will she win, but henry viii would become public enemy #1!!!)

karl marx (communism 😈)

sigmund freud (lets be honest, the gods are incestuous so he'd have a blast diagnosing them with oedipus complex/electra complex. this is his wet dream come to life!)

freddie oversteen (lured and killed nazis with her big sister!!!)

julius caesar (watch him get stabbed again LMAOOOO)

sappho (she will win by rizzing up her female opponent through the power of romantic poetry and they both will live happily ever after, the end 💖)

king arthur pendragon (he's in shrek, lol)

[sweetestofchaos]

TOTW Chapter 4

paring: ot7 x oc!hybrid  rating/genre/au: Teen, Angst, Fluff, Parent AU, Hybrid AU, Non-Idol AU  warnings: Crying, Child Vaccine, Mention of Needles, Doctor’s Visit, Mention of Blood, Namjoon Kisses Someone’s Cheek, Alpaca!Seokjin, Pied-Bellied Shield Tail Snake!Yoongi, Human!Namjoon, Human!Hoseok, Human!Jimin, Human!Taehyung, Kangaroo!Jungkook, Quoll!OC  wc: 6.4K 

"I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s parent’s protection." - Sigmund Freud

a/n: @namjinsmoonchile as always, thank you for being my beta! Huge thank you to @hisunshiine​ for looking over Hobi and Imani’s scene for me!

a/n 2: Bold text is BTS speaking English

taglist: @elliedearest @quirkybtsarmy @vvh0adie

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Hoseok stands alone in his salon staring down at the requested items Jungkook brought home. A wide tooth comb, a detangling brush, a large pack of black rubber bands, a child sized shower cap and a single silk bonnet that Hoseok will have Taehyung resize a little later before bedtime. Pursing his lips, Hoseok scans the labels of shampoos and conditioners, thinking of which would be best to help him keep as much as Imani’s hair as possible. Sadly, Hoseok doesn’t have many clients that like to keep their natural curls. Often coming in for touches up on their straight perms, so he’s a little rusty in the curl department. However, Hoseok is positive that Imani has 3b hair which needs a lot of lightweight hydration. Going over his game plan in his mind, Hoseok grabs a sulfate-free shampoo and finds a deep conditioner that he thinks will work best for Imani.

Later, when Hoseok has some time, he will sit down and order a few products just for Imani to better take care of her hair. Hoseok glances at his supply closet and tries to recall if he still has a manikin head to practice on. He is sure that braiding is just like riding a bike, it’s something that you can’t forget once you learn…but just to be on the safe side, Hoseok would like to study and practice a few styles. Setting up his station, Hoseok grabs a booster seat for Imani to sit on and double checks everything before he shoots Seokjin a text to let him know everything is ready.

While he waits for Seokjin to bring Imani down to the shop, Hoseok scrolls through his Spotify to find the perfect playlist to help Imani relax. Jimin shared with everyone that Imani’s mother was a Broadway singer, so he thinks maybe Imani might like a Broadway playlist. Seokjin’s voice catches his attention and Hoseok sets his phone down.

 The salon is completely closed off from the upper levels, a decision that Yoongi readily agreed to for the safety of his pack. They never knew what strangers were capable of and no one wanted to give Seokjin and Hoseok’s clients access to their home. The elevator is passcode protected and is hidden away in the laundry room for an extra safety measure.

Seokjin walks out from the back of the salon with Imani in his arms, her little face tucked in the crook of his neck as she scents him lightly. Rubbing her back softly, Seokjin smiles weary at Hoseok unsure if this is going to work. Seokjin would like nothing more than to keep all of Imani’s hair, but he cannot fathom how Hoseok will manage it. Seokjin tried and he failed to find Imani’s ears in all the knots and curls. Hoseok smiles and cranes his neck trying to see Imani’s face.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Hoseok tickles Imani’s side and the little girl wiggles in Seokjin’s arms, her body twisting, as she pulls away from Seokjin’s neck with a giggle. “Are you all ready to get that hair washed?” Hoseok smooths a large hand over Imani’s bird nest and the little girl pouts. “Awe.” Hoseok mimics Imani’s pouting lips before he reaches out and carefully takes Imani from Seokjin’s arms. “What's that face for, pretty?”

Imani’s little fists ball the collar of Hoseok’s striped shirt tightly and she whines, “Gonna hurt?”

Hoseok frowns at Imani’s question. As much as he wants to tell her it won’t hurt, he cannot guarantee that, but he can promise to try his best. Hoseok bounces Imani up higher in his arms, holding her better so that they can look each other in the eyes.

“Seokie promises to try his best. Can you trust me, pretty girl?”

Seokjin watches the interaction and folds his hand together, twisting his fingers around as he chews on his bottom lip. Hoseok shoots him a comforting glance and puts his focus back on Imani.

“Jinnie is going to be here the whole time, okay? We can stop if you don’t like it.” Hoseok takes his time as he tries to soothe Imani’s fears. He may not be able to smell her but the worry melting from Seokjin’s face tells Hoseok that his words might have worked. Imani looks at the large sink behind Hoseok and she nods her head giving Hoseok permission to wash her hair.

Hoseok sets Imani down in the booster seat and grabs a tan towel before he drapes it over Imani’s shoulders and clips it together in the front. Grabbing a sage green cape, Hoseok quickly puts that over Imani’s shoulder and fastens it behind her neck to make sure her clothing stays clean and dry. He turns on the water, checking that it’s not too cold or hot before he tilts Imani back. Her head rests snugly against the neck rest and Hoseok grabs his phone, “What music do you like, Imani? Broadway?”

Imani’s eyes glitter at the mention of Broadway and Hoseok smiles, pressing play on the child-friendly playlist he chose. ‘He Lives In You (Reprise)’ from the Lion King starts to play and Imani chirps happily making Hoseok beam in delight. Hoseok quickly pulls an apron over his head and shoves two handfuls of hair clips into one of the pockets before he grabs the wide tooth comb and starts to gently search for Imani’s ears. Hoseok must be extra careful not to get water in the animal ears or hurt them with his comb. Seokjin sits beside Imani and starts to sing along to the song softly making Imani giggle.

The light pressure of the comb and Hoseok fingers makes Imani melt in her seat. She always loved when her mother did her hair. The scalp scratches and ear pats were lovely. Not to mention the scent of all the different products her mother used, they always smelled sweet. Hoseok lets out a small cry of victory as he finds one of Imani’s pitch-black ears and carefully clips the hair away before he searches for the other one. Doing the same thing to the other ear, Hoseok pulls out two small ear caps and places them over Imani’s ears. Imani’s ears twitch from the sudden feeling of plastic on her ears, the little crinkling making it hard to focus on Seokjin’s singing while Hoseok mutters to himself.

Imani mewls lowly and Seokjin grabs her hand, holding onto it gently. His thumb stokes over Imani’s little fingers and Hoseok tests the water one last time. “Okay, pretty girl. I’m going to wet your hair now…” Hoseok lifts the sprayer and eases it over Imani’s head, slowly wetting her hair in sections so that he doesn’t add extra weight to her head.

“Wouldn’t it be better for me to hold her?” Seokjin offers as he eyes Imani’s ears leaning in his direction.

“Let me wash her hair first, Hyungie.” Hoseok smiles softly at Seokjin. “I think she’ll fall asleep halfway through the wash, anyway.” Hoseok’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, watching as Imani fights to keep her eyes open.

Seokjin’s heart pinches at the sight and he can’t help but coo as Imani yawns, a small squeak slipping out towards the end. Setting the sprayer down, Hoseok pumps some detangler into his hand and rubs them together. Keeping his movements in time to the beat of whatever song is playing from the speakers, Hoseok starts to work the detangler into Imani’s hair, starting at the back of her head. Reaching over, Hoseok picks up the detangling brush and gently starts to work out the knots in Imani’s hair. Imani’s fingers flex in Seokjin’s hold and he watches as all the tension on Imani’s body seemingly dissolves with each untangled knot.

Imani blinks slowly, her vision starting to waver as the soothing tug and pull of the brush combined with Hoseok’s fingers make Imani’s skin tingle. Hoseok detangles Imani’s hair, section by section, keeping his eyes on the sleepy little girl in front of him. He steps back for a short moment to change the playlist to something less busy, opting for Disney lullabies. A familiar beat plays, soft and calming before Phil Collins’ voice starts to croon the well-known lyrics of ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ from Tarzan. Tapping his foot, Hoseok sings along and Seokjin joins in, their voices wrapping Imani in an invisible warm, weighted blanket of overwhelming affection and serenity. Imani yawns once more and she drifts off to sleep with a quiet purr rumbling in her chest.

Seokjin shifts in his seat and pulls a leg up towards his chest while still holding onto Imani’s hand. He rests his chin on his knee and watches her sleeping figure. “How can she be so perfect?” Seokjin whispers, his eyes bright in wonder and Hoseok starts to rinse the detangling cream from Imani’s hair.

“I think you’re just smitten, hyung.”

Seokjin’s ears on top of his head swivel slightly at Hoseok words and Seokjin smiles, “Yeah...I guess I am.”

Hoseok snickers and glances at his phone to check the time, “Hyung…can we reschedule Imani’s appointment? This is going to take a while.”

Seokjin watches as Hoseok starts to shampoo Imani’s hair, taking his time to wash each of the four sections separately and Seokjin agrees, this is going to take a while. Pulling his phone from his pocket, Seokjin takes a minute long video of Hoseok washing Imani’s hair before he sends it to the group chat followed by four heart eye emojis. His, as well as Hoseok’s phone goes off with different emojis that makes Seokjin smile.

Seokjin - We’re gonna be a while

Seokjin - Hobie says to reschedule the appointment

Seokjin watches as many text bubbles pop up before Yoongi is the first to respond with a simple okay.

“What did they say?” Hoseok questions, unable to look at his phone as he washes Imani’s hair.

“Yoongi will have Namjoon reschedule it for tomorrow.”

“Great…now I can really take my time!”

Grabbing the sprayer once again, Hoseok rinses Imani’s hair and starts to brush a deep conditioning mask onto it layer by layer and section by section. Grabbing the detangling brush, Hoseok again starts to detangle Imani’s hair, starting at the ends and going closer to her scalp. Once that’s done, Hoseok does a two-strand twist on the four sections of Imani’s hair.

“How long will that take?” Seokjin watches as Hoseok easily gathers Imani’s hair in his hands and skillfully places it all inside a plastic cap made for hybrids that have ears on top of their heads.

“Give me a hand, hyung?” Hoseok motions towards Imani’s sleeping body and Seokjin is quick to lift her into his arms, making sure not to let her head loll backwards as he walks over to the hooded dryer.

“Given the amount of hair that she has, I’m thinking 45 minutes, give or take a few if Imani doesn’t sit still.”

Seokjin nods his head and sits down in the chair with Imani in his lap. He gently wakes her up and smiles at her pouty lil face. “Hi, pup.” Seokjin nuzzles his nose against Imani’s and hums in delight as wild sunflowers stretch out wide in his heart. “Seokie is going to put a hair dryer on, okay? It won’t be too loud. It’s made for our ears.”

Imani’s lower lip starts to tremble, and Seokjin shushes her while patting her lower back, “You can go back to sleep.” Bringing Imani’s nose to his scent gland, Seokjin pushes out a little more of his lavender scent and Imani’s body relaxes in his arms. “Good girl…that’s my good cria.” Seokjin nods for Hoseok to get the dryer set up and Hoseok moves quickly. Easily placing the flexible hood over Imani’s head, making sure her ears won’t be crushed as he lowers the hood. There are two holes in the hood for Imani’s ears to be comfortable and free from the heat. As Hoseok starts up the dryer, Imani whines and tries to bury her face into Seokjin’s neck, and she starts to fuss when she can’t.

Bringing his hand upward, Seokjin boops Imani on the nose and leaves his wrist by her nose. Imani’s eyes flutter open and her head falls into Seokjin’s hand before she smiles and goes back to sleep. Turning the TV on, Hoseok puts on the k-drama that he knows Seokjin is in the middle of catching up on. He makes sure that the closed captions are on, so that Seokjin can follow in case he can’t hear and starts to clean up the wash station a little bit.

Upstairs in Yoongi’s office, Namjoon sits with a phone pressed to his ear. Having to reschedule Imani’s doctor’s appointment isn’t that big of a deal. One day isn’t going to hurt, but since she is a rare hybrid that is currently in foster care, their wiggle room isn’t much. Namjoon sighs and hangs up, rubbing his temples. From the other side of his desk, Yoongi chuckles, “Welcome to parenthood.” His voice is flat as he stares at Namjoon and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

“Tomorrow at 10 sharp. Do you want me to go?” Namjoon slips his phone into his pocket and stands, looking at Yoongi.

“I’ll go. I know you have a zoom meeting at 9.” Namjoon narrows his eyes and Yoongi smirks. “Not getting out of work that easily, Joon-ah.”

Back in the salon Hoseok offers to get Seokjin something to drink and Seokjin shakes his head, lost in his own world as he pats Imani’s butt in a steady rhythm subconsciously to the beat of whatever song is playing. Hoseok grins to himself and snaps a photo of Seokjin and Imani. He keeps it for himself, choosing not to share it with the group. Imani is small, but in Seokjin’s arms she looks so, so tiny. It makes Hoseok worry about Imani’s upcoming doctor’s appointment. 

Will everything be okay? Will she need shots? Oh, God! What if Imani needs shots? Hoseok feels faint just thinking about it. He hates needles and wherever he gets stabbed always hurts so much worse the day after. Shaking the thought from his head, Hoseok goes to the first floor to grab a few snacks in case Imani or Seokjin get peckish later while they're down in the salon.

The elevator doors open, and Hoseok is greeted with the shouts of Taehyung and Jungkook as they fight over who is winning in Mario Kart. Jimin is in the kitchen making a smoothie and smiles when Hoseok enters.

“How’s it going?” Jimin takes a pause in cutting up some fruit and Hoseok makes a face.

“She has a lot of hair. Thankfully I was able to save it. Only a little came out from detangling, but nothing to worry about.”

“Are you going to trim it?”

“Yeah. I want to give her hair as much of a healthy restart as possible.”

“Smoothie?”

“Na. Do we have any coffee left?”

Jimin points to the coffee machine on the counter and Hoseok sighs in relief seeing that there are a few k cups left of espresso. He cannot wait to down a large, iced Americano. Grabbing himself a huge tumbler, Hoseok fills it halfway with ice before he places it under the nozzle of the machine. Placing a k cup inside and pressing the Americano button, Hoseok grabs some cream from the fridge and pours a small amount into the other side of the machine to make cold foam.

“Being fancy today, huh, hyung?” Jimin jokes and Hoseok rolls his eyes as he puts together his drink, quickly making one for Seokjin as well; making sure to add four tablespoons of sugar to his. “How fast did she fall asleep?”

“I don’t even know, babe.”

Jimin coos as Namjoon walks down the steps and heads right for the duo. “Having any luck?” Namjoon asks as he places a hand on both Jimin and Hoseok’s lower back, pecking their cheeks.

“Once I wash the mask out, I’ll hand dry the hair and trim it before I style it.”

“Oh!” Jimin’s eyes shine with wonder and promise. “What are you going to do?”

Hoseok frowns at Jimin’s question. He didn’t think that far ahead. Now is a good time to look for some idea as to what might work.

“Would you like to help me find a style?” Hoseok offers and Jimin’s whole face lights up, his eyes turning into tight crescent moons from how hard he’s smiling.

“Can’t wait to see what you do, Hobi.” Namjoon kisses Hoseok’s forehead and walks off to see what Taehyung and Jungkook are doing.

Standing together in the kitchen, Jimin and Hoseok scroll through their phones, showing each other different styles that might work for Imani. Jimin shouts in surprise when they show each other the same hair style and Hoseok nods his head impressed. It’s a very simple style but gives a lot of wiggle room if later Imani would like bows or barrettes in it. Hoseok gathers his drink along with Seokjin’s and Jimin loads him up with two containers filled with snacks. Back in the salon, Hoseok smiles seeing that Seokjin is still patting away at Imani’s butt with his eyes closed. His movements are slowed, so Hoseok knows that Seokjin is well on his way to falling asleep.

“Hyung,” Hoseok calls Seokjin and the older male picks his head up. Eyes squinted as he turned his head in Hoseok’s direction. “I made you an Americano.” Hoseok sets the containers down and walks over with Seokjin’s drink in hand. He gives it to him and checks how much time is left on the dryer. Ten minutes won’t hurt. Turning the dryer off, Hoseok scoops Imani into his arms and carries her over to the sink once again. He wakes her up softly and Imani yawns as she rubs at her eyes with a closed fist. “Would you like some juice, pretty girl?” Hoseok asks and Imani nods her head.

Hoseok gives Imani a juice box from the container and is ready if she needs help opening it (she does not). He allows for Imani to finish her drink while he fiddles around with the water temperature again for the sink. Helping Imani lean back, Hoseok rinses her hair and wrings out the extra water before he jumps into trimming her hair. He takes an inch off, happy that Imani’s hair seems to be in much better shape after the hair mask. Taking his time, Hoseok starts to oil her scalp and apply moisturizer to Imani’s damp hair before blow drying it by hand using warm air. While blow drying Imani’s hair, Seokjin gives her a bag of chips and Imani vibrates in her seat happily as she munches away.

“Okay, you ready?” Hoseok asks as he grabs his rat tail comb. “Tell me if I’m pulling too hard, okay?”

Hoseok sections Imani’s hair into three sections, two squares in the front and the back is one large section. Using hair cream, Hoseok slicks down the first section of hair and brushes it into a ponytail that keeps in place with a black rubber band before he quickly braids the hair. He does the same for the other square and tugs the braids to the back of Imani’s head where he brushes the ends into another ponytail that he leaves out in all its curly glory. Grabbing the gel, Hoseok tames Imani’s baby hairs just like he saw in the picture making sure he lays any flyaway hairs down with mousse before he ties three pieces of wrap paper onto Imani’s head making sure her edges are covered.

“Are you done?” Seokjin asks in between a bite of banana chips.

“Once Imani is done with her snack we’ll be done.” Hoseok helps Imani down from the chair and she runs over to Seokjin to see what he’s eating. Hoseok laughs and goes about cleaning up after himself while the other two enjoy their snacks together.

“All done!” Imani shouts as she wipes her mouth the back of her hand and Seokjin tsks his tongue with a frown on his face.

“Napkin, Imani!” Seokjin scolds and Imani hurries over to Hoseok, ignoring Seokjin as he wipes the crumbs from the table into his hand.

Finished with his cleaning, Hoseok lifts Imani into the seat and carefully pulls the wrap paper undone. He tosses them into the trash can underneath his station and smiles at Imani. “Ready to see your hair?”

“Yesh! Is it pwetty?”

A large heart-shaped smile graces Hoseok’s lips, and he turns the chair around to show Imani her new hair style. Imani stares at her reflection with her mouth wide open, her black ears on display on either side of the braids.

“Whoa!” Imani turns her head from side to side trying to see the back of her head and Hoseok holds up a smaller mirror, showing Imani the large ponytail that sits at the base of her head a few inches above the nape of her neck.

“You like it?” Hoseok can’t help but to ask and Imani nods her head excitedly.

“Pwetty!” Imani jumps from the chair into Hoseok’s arms making him laugh and hug her tightly as she wraps her little arms around his neck. “You the bestest!” Hoseok’s face heats up at Imani’s words and Seokjin is sniffling, dabbing his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. Imani looks over at Seokjin and grins, “Look it, Jinnie! Look it!”

Sitting in the waiting room of a hospital in the pediatric ward, Yoongi keeps his sunglasses on as he watches Imani sit in Seokjin’s lap while he reads Not So Different by Cyana Riley. It’s one of the five books that Imani packed in her comfort bag that Seokjin insisted on bringing. It’s filled with a soft blanket that the pack has scented, noise canceling headphones, two change of clothes, lollipops, water, and sunglasses, along with basic medicine and band aids. Imani is wearing a cute yellow short sleeve shirt that has white daisies on it with a denim button up cami on top that is styled like overalls if someone just wanted to wear the top half. The top is paired with a simple pair of jeans and yellow rain boots that have white hearts on them. Hoseok made sure to put white ribbons in Imani’s hair too. The medium sized bows make her look so stinking cute!

It was a long night for Yoongi. He put off his workload long enough and stayed up longer to get a decent portion done before sunrise. Anyone can tell with just one look into his eyes. They are normally chestnut brown with black circular pupils but today they are darker with black slits for his pupils. Yoongi isn’t self-conscious about his eyes, but having Imani with him, Yoongi doesn’t want any unwanted attention.

Imani giggles as Seokjin kisses her cheek, tucking her head underneath his chin to hide away from more kisses. Yoongi stares, taking the two of them in before he frowns. Seokjin has fallen into this parenting role so naturally that it makes Yoongi’s heart feel as though someone has ripped it out, dunked it in lava and poured acid on it before shoving it back into his chest. As much as they have always talked about adopting, Yoongi never really thought much of it. Looking at Seokjin with Imani, Yoongi wonders if Seokjin hid his true pain from him and if so for how long? Shaking the thought from his head, Yoongi turns his head at the sound of a door opening in the distance.

“Kim Imani?” A nurse calls out Imani’s name and Yoongi stands up, offering to carry the bag for Seokjin while he follows the nurse with Imani in his arms. “Aren’t you a cutie!” The nurse smiles at Imani, wiggling her fingers in a friendly hello. The nurse leads the family to a room that has large purple and green star stickers on it. They step inside and the nurse motions for Seokjin to set Imani down. “Remove your shoes and hop on up, dear.”

Imani giggles as Seokjin removes her rain boots and sets her down on the scale. The nurse quickly takes down Imani’s weight before she pulls down a metal bar to measure Imani’s height. After the height and weight check, the nurse asks a few questions as Seokjin sets Imani on the patient's bed. He holds Imani’s hand and smiles as Imani answers the nurse’s questions about what kind of hybrid she is, along with her age and favorite color (green). Checking Imani’s blood pressure, the nurse turns her attention to Seokjin and Yoongi.

“Any concerns that you have after Imani shifted? Has she voiced any discomfort?”

“I just want to make sure that she’s okay,” Seokjin scratches lightly behind Imani’s ears as he speaks. “She didn’t shift for about a month in total and at her age…” Seokjin’s face falls at the thought of anything being wrong with Imani and the nurse nods her head understanding.

“I’ll inform Doctor Choi and she will discuss your concerns in more depth. From what I’ve seen so far, Imani is underweight for her height and weight percentage, but that’s to be expected without shifting regularly for proper meals.” The nurse smiles at Imani and grabs her clipboard. “Doctor Choi will be with you shortly to explain the next steps.”

Alone in the room, Yoongi shifts the bag in his lap and sets it onto the floor beside him while Seokjin sits on the bed with Imani.

“Lollipop?” Imani requests looking over at Yoongi and Seokjin chuckles as he shakes his head.

“Be a good girl and you can have a lollipop when we leave.”

Imani pouts at that but nods her head, nonetheless. She fiddles with the bracelet on Seokjin’s wrist and sings a made-up song, filling the room with a scent of an endless field of sunflowers. There is a knock at the door, and it opens three seconds later. A small woman standing around five foot three steps into the room and shuts the door behind her. Yoongi takes notice of the reddish orange tail and when he looks at the woman’s face, he sees two small striped triangles on top of her head. No distinguishing scent is coming from Doctor Choi thanks to the scent blockers and Yoongi is thankful. He isn’t too sure how Imani would react to another hybrid’s scent that she doesn’t know.

Imani sees the doctor and her eyes widen, “Kitty!” Imani is delighted by the sight of the doctor and Seokjin is quick to grab her around her waist before she falls off the bed.

Doctor Choi smiles and sits down on a black stool with wheels. “Hello, Imani! I am a kitty, a red tabby! Neat huh?” Doctor Choi wiggles her tail and Imani giggles as she tries to wiggle her own tail just like the doctor. “Now, I hear you haven’t shifted in a while. You must have been really scared, yeah?”

Imani nods her head slowly at the doctor’s words and scoots closer to Seokjin. “Well, we’re all very happy to see your honey. Can I give you an examination?”

“What that?”

Doctor Choi grins and grabs a few tools from the wall behind herself. She takes her time in explaining everything that she is doing to Imani, using Seokjin as the model first before doing it again on Imani. Yoongi is impressed, he has never seen a doctor with such an open and friendly personality. Doctor Choi looks over Imani’s chart and double checks the notes left behind from the nurse before she turns her attention to Seokjin and Yoongi.

“We’ll have to do a full work up with it being so long in between Imani’s last shift. Looking at the files from her pediatrician, Imani is also due for her fifth dose of DTaP and IPV as well as her second dose of Varicella.”

Yoongi presses his lips into a thin line at the news. He may not know what everything is, but he’s counting a total of three shots so far. Seokjin’s face is a little green, he knew there was a chance of Imani needing shots but not that many. Doctor Choi pats Seokjin’s knee, “Don’t worry, you can hold her while she gets them. We’ll also draw two b-l-o-o-d samples. One from her finger and the other from her forearm.”

Seokjin might just faint. Blood? They want to draw blood from his baby girl? No, no. No. Seokjin doesn’t like the sound of that at all and his scent starts to dampen, mildew starting to come to the surface.

Doctor Choi offers Seokjin a kind smile, she’s been doing this for years. She can understand how scary it all might sound to the parent. “Today there are going to be a lot of tests for Imani. Because of how rare her animal counterpart is, we need to make sure that all our bases are covered and nothing is going on internally.”

“W-what else is there?” Seokjin’s voice is strained as he glances down at Imani who is starting to fuss beside him.

“The basic procedures. A CT scan, a movement, sight, and hearing test. Depending on the results we might need to do more, but these tests are simple and will be stress free for Imani.”

Seokjin doesn’t believe Doctor Choi at all. A CT scan doesn’t sound stress free at all.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Yoongi is quick to dismiss the woman and she leaves the room, giving Imani one last smile. “Hyung.” Yoongi’s voice is firm as he warns Seokjin to rein it in. His scent is starting to make Imani finicky, and it will be harder for everyone to do their jobs.

“Jin-ie?” Imani crawls into Seokjin’s lap and Yoongi watches as Imani wraps her tail around Seokjin’s wrist. Her fresh sunflower scent slowly decaying, and Seokjin is quick to pull himself from his thoughts, his scent heavy and soothing as he forces the lavender to wrap around Imani tightly.

Yoongi watches Seokjin closely as he starts to nuzzle his nose into Imani’s hair, breathing in deeply to drown himself in her scent as he self-soothes. Imani giggles as Seokjin’s puff of air tickles her ears and she buries her face into his neck, nosing at his scent gland.

“One test at a time, Hyung.” Yoongi folds his arms across his chest and blinks slowly behind his sunglasses. “I’m sure they will let you stay by her side the whole time. No one wants to harm Imani or put her through any more stress.”

Seokjin sighs, he knows that. He understands that completely but looking down at the little girl in his arms, Seokjin’s omega is crying. What if she gets scared? What if something goes wrong and they take Imani from him forever? Seokjin tightens his arms around Imani and kisses the top of her head. No. Nothing is wrong, everything will be okay. They will do their tests, the results will come back negative for whatever and they will leave the hospital together, all three of them. There is a soft knock at the door before it opens and the same nurse from before smiles, clearly not able to scent the room since she’s human. Yoongi wonders if it was wise to have her work with them.

“We need Imani to change into a gown, please keep her underwear and socks on.” The nurse offers Seokjin a colorful gown that looks like it will swallow Imani whole. “I’ll give you a few moments before we head to the ENT department.”

The testing goes relatively fast in Yoongi’s opinion. Imani took part in an obstacle course in her human and animal form, played a few games while answering questions and she didn’t waver at having to be separated from Seokjin. Though Yoongi suspects that because Seokjin was within sight the whole time. The only issue they had was when Imani needed to get the CT scan and Seokjin wasn’t allowed to be with her. Yoongi smelt Seokjin’s anxiety as if it were a custom perfume rolling off Seokjin in waves as they waited for the CT scan to be finished. Once that was done, all that was left was for Imani to get her vaccines and blood drawn.

Back in the room, Seokjin sits with Imani in his lap whispering sweet nothing to the small child as he rocks from side to side. He knows what’s coming and he wishes that he could just run away with Imani and never have her feel the pain that is to come.

“Do you need me to hold her?” Yoongi questions and Seokjin’s heart is at war with his mind. He wants to comfort Imani, hold her through whatever pain is sure to be felt, but Seokjin knows the moment he sees those needles he will lash out at the nurse. Silently, Seokjin nods his head, and he nuzzles his nose into Imani’s hair, once again breathing in deep lung fulls of her scent to soothe himself.

“Go to Yoongi, Imani.” Imani stares at Yoongi, her large brown eyes skeptical as her tail tightens around Seokjin’s wrist. Seokjin kisses the top of Imani’s head and rubs her back. “Go on pup. Alpha won’t hurt you.”

Yoongi sighs and removes the sunglasses from his face. He looks Imani right in her eyes and she shrinks back into Seokjin’s chest.

“Imani, come here.” Yoongi’s voice is firm, and he refuses to look away as she tries to curl into Seokjin’s soul. “Now.” Yoongi’s eyes flash a fluorescent yellow and Seokjin’s body tenses as Yoongi’s scent of fresh laundry shifts, smelling like it’s been left out in a thunderstorm. Imani deflates in Seokjin’s arms and slinks down onto the floor with her head down. “Jin-ie just needs to use the bathroom,” Yoongi lies and Seokjin is quick to jump to his feet. A knock at the door catches their attention and Seokjin nibbles on the skin of his bottom lip. “Go.”

The door opens and as the nurse comes in, Seokjin hurries out with a rushed apology. The nurse looks over at Yoongi who is now holding Imani and her eyes widen with a gasp at the sight of his eyes. “Oh!” The nurse’s face warms and she quickly apologies. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were a hybrid as well.”

Yoongi blinks slowly and shifts Imani on his lap, putting her onto his right thigh. “Can you do everything from here or should I move?” Yoongi questions choosing to ignore the ignorant comment from the nurse.

“T-The bed, please. You may still hold her.”

Yoongi secures his hold on Imani and stands, walking the short distance to the bed and sitting down with her back in his lap. Imani is facing outwards with her back pressed into Yoongi’s stomach and chest, her ears twitch and smack him in the face as the nurse pulls three needles from her pocket. Seeing the needles, Imani whimpers and tries to jump from Yoongi’s lap but his hold around her waist is strong.

“Easy, pup.” Yoongi forces his scent down on Imani heavily and Imani’s tail wraps loosely around Yoongi’s slender wrist. “Alpha is here. I’m right here.” Yoongi repeats his words over and over, rubbing the side of his thumb against Imani’s knee as the nurse carefully takes hold of Imani’s left arm and starts to clean the crook of her elbow with an alcohol pad. Imani presses herself flush against Yoongi’s chest, her heart pounding so harshly in her body that Yoongi can feel it from behind. Rancid water and decaying happiness drifts to the surface of Imani’s scent slowly and Yoongi frowns. Using his free hand, Yoongi grabs one of Imani’s hands and starts to drum a beat softly into her palm.

“Imani?” Yoongi’s voice is soft as he calls to the little girl in his lap, shaking like a leaf in a harsh breeze. “Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on, let's go and play!” Yoongi keeps his focus on the sound of Imani’s heart beat but he doesn’t miss the way the nurse freezes at his words. “I never see you anymore. Come out the door. It's like you've gone away!” Yoongi continues to tap the beat into Imani’s hand as he sings the popular song ‘Let It Go’ from that Frozen movie that Jungkook and Hoseok are strangely in love with.

The nurse pricks Imani’s arm with the long needle and Imani hardly feels a thing, completely engrossed with Yoongi’s deep, timbering voice as he sings above her head. Keeping up with the distraction, the nurse easily fills two small glass beakers with Imani’s blood and removes the needle. Cleaning the spot and placing a small smiley face sticker on it. The nurse slides Imani’s gown upwards to reveal the right thigh.

“It gets a little lonely all these empty rooms. Just watching the hours tick by...” Yoongi continues to sing as the nurse cleans Imani’s thigh.

“Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock!” Imani joins in on the singing, giggling as Yoongi makes the clicking sound with his tongue. The nurse gives Imani her vaccination and puts matching band aids over the small wounds.

“All done!” The nurse announces with a large smile. Imani pays the woman no mind as she continues to sing the rest of the song by herself and Yoongi smiles, his eyes lighting up as Imani’s little hand wraps around his thumb tightly. Nodding her head, the nurse gathers some paper from behind her and sets them on the foot of the bed. “These have information of the shots that Imani received as well as what to expect and how to treat any symptoms that might come about. We’re waiting on the test results, so you are free to check out and head home for the day.” The nurse places her hand on the door handle and smiles at Yoongi and Imani. “You both did wonderful today. You’re a good father. Good luck with the adoption, Mister Min.” Twisting the handle, the nurse walks out the room and she isn’t surprised to see Seokjin pacing around in the hallway.

“You can head in now, sir. Imani could use a good snuggle.” 

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**Please note that this list can and will be updated as time goes on. There are things I didn't think of to add and they will be added if you come up with them. And if you have any questions PLEASE ASK ME.

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Please Provide the Following

WHO? Character, Reader (with preferred Gender and Pronouns), my OCs. RELATIONSHIP? Familial, other Platonic, Romantic. PLOT. What do you want to see happen during this piece? Does it take place during an episode? Prompt? Additional Information. Do you want some angst or fluff sprinkled in alongside the PLOT? If there is no provided PLOT, do you want angst or fluff? Use this space to also let me know any additional information I should touch on that you want included in the story.

What I Will Write

ANGST FLUFF RELATIONSHIPS: As I mentioned above, I will write Familial, Platonic, and Romantic relationships. READER INSERTS: Please include Gender and Pronouns. I do tend to default to Female because I am Female and that is what I do for some reason. I'm about as inclusive as Abe, you need to spell it out for me. OC INSERTS: If you like one of my OCs enough to want to see more of them, by all means, ask for it. I do not typically write for anyone else's OCs (this is largely due to the fact that I know my own OCs, not yours and for some reason in the past people didn't understand that they needed to tell me about their OC). But this is Clone High, this is cringe, this is satire and parody. If you really believe in me, send me your OCs. If you, for some demented reason, think your OC and my OC need to interact, by all means, I will write it. Additional Things. Disabilities, Insecurities, Episodes, Crack Fics.

What I Will NOT Write

(granted, this does not account for Clone High typical violence/injury/etc).

(If you see something on this list that you want, i.e., abuse and want to see if I'm open to what you have in mind, literally just ask me. You have SOME wiggle room with Clone High, the worst I'll say is no lol. I use this guideline across all fandoms, but there are definitely things I won't budge on like incest and smut. My uninterested ass won't say yes).

SELF-HARM: You can ask for this as part of a backstory, but not ongoing. EATING DISORDERS: You can ask for this as part of a backstory, but not ongoing. INCEST ABUSE: We can discuss this because of the implications and nature of Clone High. You have wiggle room in this fandom. It is very dependent on what you want, this is literally only here because I cannot write to save my life, otherwise it wouldn't be here, NGL. SMUT/LEMONS/LIMES & SIMILAR: Just because I'm an adult, who may or may not have first-hand experience, does not mean I know how to write about it. Also, I straight up don't find the appeal in writing or engaging IRL. Personal thing. POLY-SHIPS: No hate, just because I am an adult, does not mean I have first-hand experience or even know someone in this type of relationship. Personal thing, again. CHARACTERS: There is a list of CHARACTERs that I will not do; this is subject to change, and I know for a fact I am missing exclusions:

Gandhi (No Romance, sorry ladies, until the G-spot returns to canon, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do, you're luck you get anything)

Candide Sampson (She's not canon to me LMAO)

Marie Curie

Genghis Khan

Vincent van Gogh (No Romance)

Nostradamus

Moses

MLK Jr (No Romance)

Malcom X

Sigmund Freud (I'm a psych major. So, if you know, you know)

OTHER THINGS: At this time the only other thing I will typically turn down is Character/Character, I typically do these in the sense of CHARACTER A is the child of B and C. Clone High is a different breed of fuckery, so you never know.

**GIF not mine**

[dove-da-birb]

Meet Sigmund Freud

Picrew | Picrew does not belong to me

Sigmund Freud (Sigismund Schlomo Freud)

Just Doyle’s suggestiveness x 10. I hate him and won't be delving further. Would psychoanalyze you just to mess with you. If you know, you know. Whatever you do, it's lose-lose; there is no winning. Everyone hates his ass. -OG Notes

The enigmatic neurologist. You can try to get rid of him, but he’ll just cock his head and raise a brow. “My, afraid of confrontation, no?” Yeah, he’s psychoanalyzing every behaviour of yours and putting two and two together. Slides up beside you as you walk in town, and will hang off every word you say. What makes you tick? Hmm?

He lives in a small house just outside the city; it’s modest and very cozy. When he doesn’t think anyone is looking, he smokes his pipe while reading the paper. He becomes a lot more soft at home. 

Voice Claim; Kent Ito

Birthday; May 6

Height; 172

Occupation; Neurologist  

Hobbies; Reading, dream analysis

Dislikes; Corrupt government

Specialty; Psychoanalysis

Weakness; Nice people

Favourite food; Cholent

Hated food; Eel

Animal Companion; An orange tabby cat named Karl

Not doing the history this time cuz I'm tired and have learned more than enough about Freud during my studies <3 If you know, you know. He hates eels because he had to spend months looking at how the hell they mate and reproduce and came up with nothing; so he is bitter. That's all you're getting because I really don't feel like writing for him <3 Here, have his wiki.

Present

His suggestive air is indeed an act; he really just wants to sit at home, pet his cat, and read one of his many books that lies in his collection. Still an awful tease, but calms down a bit once he gets to know someone.

If you are genuinely nice to him, he doesn't know how to really act. But if you hate him, he just continues on with the behaviour until you snap. So that's what makes your brain tick. Very interesting.

@azulashengrottospiano

[breedaboyd]

Something Something Thanks, Sigmund Freud ~ Klaber

(Gif by me.)

Pairing: Eli Klaber ✕ Stephan Wolff (FTM!OC).

Word Count: 3.9k+

CW: Cumming in pants, fluff, lactation, trauma.

Wolff has been...different this last week or so; more irritable, tired, mopey and oddly secretive, which Klaber would expect towards maybe Cyrus or Hauke but him? Never.

He wonders if maybe he's done something wrong. He's tried to be patient but he's starting to feel very close to the edge. Klaber remembers that his mother always told him to leave people well enough alone when they needed time but this is Wolff! He's determined to figure out what's wrong with the medic, or at least make him seem less, well, wrong.

Wolff has even started asking for his own room, something he never used to do, and it's gotten under Klaber's skin. That and he won't eat meals with the team anymore, which is strange. It's eating him up inside, not knowing what's wrong with him, especially when no gone seems to care.

Klaber sits at the dinner table, staring into his full plate. If Klaber ever leaves a scrap of food, you know some thing's wrong. Everyone is glancing uneasily at one another. No one speaks.

"You okay, man?" Langstrom begins.

"Yeah."

"Something's up." Cyrus sighs resolutely. Klaber just keeps staring at his plate.

"Klaber, what is it?" Voller asks, taking a sip of his after-dinner coffee and taking a drag on his cigarette. The blonde grinds his teeth and sighs raggedly, putting his fork down. The clatter of utensil against dinner dish echoes in the hotel's dinner hall, he hadn't even realised that the others had set theirs down.

"Herr Doktor." He says simply. "He's been actin' weird lately. How come he won't eat with us no more?" Cyrus and Voller share a look. They clearly know something. Something they're not telling Klaber. "Did I do somethin' wrong?" He asks but the other men stay silent. "Come on! Why's he so mad at me? And why don't you guys give a shit?" Klaber's voice quivers slightly, the older men noticing.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Klaber. Stephan has been getting antisocial in his old age." Voller says dismissively, taking another drag in his cigarette. Klaber sniffs and slides his chair out, noisily standing up. Everyone looks away, Cyrus being the sole one to watch as he storms out.

Klaber gets halfway to the elevator before he feels a tug on his sleeve. He spins and Cyrus pulls close, exasperation in his eyes.

"Klaber." He breathes, his eyes flashing as he releases his hold on the other man's arm, holding the hitman's gaze.

"What?"

"Stephan's not mad at you." He says and Klaber's heart flutters.

"Okay, then. What— Why— He's—"

"He's embarrassed." Cyrus says simply and Klaber shakes his head, confused.

"What? Why?"

"Stephan...has a hormone problem. You know he's..." Cyrus pauses, not sure how to put it in a way that Klaber would understand. But, of course, he understands, he practically knows the medic inside out. "Not like us? He's...changed a little. Not much. But it's noticeable. And he doesn't want you to see him like that."

"What are you talking about?" Klaber asks and a few guests turn to look at them as they walk past.

"Fuck, I told him I wouldn't say anything..." Cyrus grumbles. "He's just struggling at the moment but he's going to be okay. He's not angry at you, he's not overly sick; he's just—" And before Cyrus can finish, Klaber's taking off down the hall, hitting the elevator buttons and disappearing upstairs. The hitman grimaces and shrugs. Sorry, Stephan, he tried.

Klaber tears his way down the corridor to the Wolff's lone room. It looks small, cramped, for a man like him, judging by how close together the doors are. He tries the handle. No dice. So he kicks the fucking thing down. Wolff bolts upright in his bed, shocked and in a panic, his hair messy and unbrushed. He's in nothing but a vest and some loose boxers, they look like a pair of Klaber's. The only light in the room is the flickering of the TV so Klaber can't see him all that clearly.

"Klaber, what—"

"Stephan! Tell me, what's been happening?" He's standing in the door, fists clenched as his sides, jaw set. "There's somethin' you've not been telling me." He stalks forward, closing the door behind him, thankfully it stays shut. The medic folds his arms over his chest and tucks his legs in, trying to make himself as small as possible.

"Klaber, please leave." He says lowly and the blonde shakes his head.

"Not 'til you tell me what's been goin' on."

"No." Wolff grits. "I'm not going to tell you."

"What's wrong?"

"You have to go."

"Have I done anything wrong? Can't I—" Wolff's biting his lip now. He needs a smoke and he needs one now. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and Klaber starts towards him.

"Klaber!" Wolff hisses, the syllables short and sharp, stopping the blonde in his tracks.

"Herr Doktor, if you tell me to heel, I will and I'll make it up to you. Whatever I've done." Klaber says and the medic sighs because, God, he's so devoted and so sensitive. "Please, Herr Doktor. What's wrong?"

"Bitte, bitte, just please—" Wolff mumbles in his mother tongue, turning away and folding his arms tighter. He turns the bedside lamp on and turns off the TV and Klaber can finally get a good look at him. Cyrus was right. He's changed... He looks bloated, swollen even, Klaber can see it mostly around his hips, thighs and face. He looks...fuller, healthier than he has been in forever.

"Herr Doktor, just tell me. Please." Wolff reaches to his nightstand, to grab a cigarette and his lighter and, as he untucks his arms from his chest, Klaber notices something, eyes narrowing. "Herr Doktor, your vest is—" And Wolff immediately tucks his arms around his chest again, cheeks going bright pink. His vest is wet. Why is his vest wet? And why is he trying to hide it so badly? Two damp spots either side of his chest. Surely, it's not something to be that embarrassed of if he spilt something or— Klaber stops, face alight with shock. He takes a deep breath and steps forward, pushing the medic's legs apart and kneeling between them, gently tugging away the defensive arms. Klaber carefully looks up into Wolff's eyes, his own boring in to icy blue. "Are you—" Wolff takes a couple deep breaths and nods, face still scarlet.

"Ja." And they're alone together, for what feels like the first time in months. "I-I'm not pregnant, don't worry. Haven't been able to get pregnant for at least five years now but... My hormones are all..." He waves his hands uselessly, taking a small, shaky drag on the lit cigarette between his fingers.

"But this is— I don't—" Klaber says, still almost coy with the older man. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to see me like...this." The medic says, voice quiet and soft. His arms drop to his sides, the material of his vest dampening more and more with every moment that passes. The older man sighs and takes a drag of his cigarette, avoiding looking at the other man's face.

But there's something deep in Klaber's hindbrain that switches on at the thought of Wolff like this. He looks healthy in a way Klaber could barely imagine for the medic. He's only ever seen the older man look thin and frail and sickly all the time they've known each other, he's become almost desensitised to it. But seeing him like this is just...wonderful. There's something there, a bundle of nerves, a collection of neurons, in the back of his head, that just light up.

It's sudden and shocking and powerful and Klaber can't help himself. His mouth latches on to one of the wettest parts of Wolff's vest, tongue pressing hungrily against the thin fabric and lapping up the liquid trapped between it and the skin. "Klaber!" The older man gasps out as his body runs hot. "Klaber, no! That's—" But the blonde wraps his lips around the older man's clothed nipple, gently tonguing at it. He just looks so... So... There's no other word for it; motherly. And Klaber's caught between his sudden need for maternal affection and his undying adoration for the man before him. He prays that the medic can give him both. Seeing the medic like this, even if it is just a hormone imbalance or a touch of menopause, has done something to Klaber, changed him. Suddenly, he's back to being that boy in Kentucky; fatherless, motherless, a rebel without a cause, just looking for someone to show him a little tenderness but too scared to ask for it.

Before Klaber knows it, his mouth is filled, sweet, milky fluid flooding over his tongue as his kisses shift to the other side of the older man's chest. "Klaber, don't... No... That's— Wha—" He releases with a loud sucking noise, warm milk dribbling down his chin and making Wolff shiver, then looks up to meet the medic's icy-blue gaze. His bright-blue eyes are wide, he looks vulnerable, nervous and so lovely that it hurts. "But I'm not— You can't just— Not without asking, te kibaszott hülye...¹" He says lowly and softly, clearly no malice behind the words. Klaber draws back, releasing his hold on Wolff's arms and swallowing audibly.

Wolff's undervest is nearly transparent, see-through where it's wet with saliva. Through it, the blonde can see the medic's nipples are pink and hard from the attention the other man had given them. Wolff sees him staring and blushes, the pink spreading down his chest and up to the tips of his ears. The medic looks so vulnerable, so scared. That, paired with the healthier glow of his body, makes him seem decades younger.

"Herr Doktor, please. Please..." Klaber murmurs softly, lips pink and wet and gorgeous. He's all tied up in knots inside, confused and anxious. He's silent for a moment, unable to look at the other man, before sighing, breathy and deep. "I... I miss..." Klaber's voice fails him. He sounds broken, tired, afraid of being hurt.

"What, Eli? What is it?" The medic asks, gentle and worried.

"I... I miss..." He balls his fists so tight that he almost draws blood with his fingernails, looking up, meeting the other man's gaze, a shadow of genuine fear in his expression. "I miss my mom." He breathes and Wolff reaches for his hand, threading their fingers together.

"Liebchen." He says, realisation hitting him right in the stomach. "You're years too late for that kind of attention." A whining sound escapes Klaber, his head dips and Wolff swears he can hear the other man sob. "Liebchen, don't. Don't cry. Don't cry."

Grief hits Klaber in the chest like a battering ram. It's not just missing his mother, it's missing home, it's being an outcast at such a young age, it's being gay in the fucking Forties, it's all the awful things he's done. All the killing he's done. It gets to him. It feels like years worth of hurt, bursting like a dam in his chest... No wonder he's so miserable. And worse still, he feels like a fucking asshole for pouring all this on a man who only ever cared about him. But maybe that's his problem, maybe he's just always been an asshole. An empty excuse for a man.

Wolff gently takes Klaber into his arms, stroking his back and letting him sob into his shoulder, hushing and cuddling him. It feels as though hours have passed before Klaber's able to speak, just a weak whisper, choked out between sobs.

"Sorry, Herr Doktor, didn't mean to—"

"Shhhh, let it all out."

"That's not what I—" The blonde shakes his head, biting his lip and trying to stop the tears running down his face. "I'm just so fuckin'—" He curls tighter into the older man's arms, more hot tears roll down his cheeks. He sniffs a couple times. "So fuckin' stupid and weak and—"

"No, none of that." Wolff snaps sharply, grabbing Klaber's chin and forcing him to meet his eyes. "I don't want to hear anything like that out of you ever again." Klaber feels better but still ashamed. "Eli, look at me. Liebchen, stop that." But he's too far gone, voice quivering and catching in his throat.

"But I'm stupid and I'm sad and I fuck everythin' up! And I ain't got nothin'—" Klaber sobs and Wolff grabs his face, holding him still, staring him down.

"Elias Klaber. You have me." He says and it pierces through the haze of self loathing. "You'll always have me." Klaber sniffs and hiccups weakly, tears making his lashes stick together, eyes puffy. "And you're absolutely perfect. My mutt, my pup, my Liebchen."

"Stephan— I've just been so lonely and I was so scared I'd done something wrong." Klaber whines, shaking under the medic's soothing hands. He wraps his arms around the older man's shoulders and squeezes tightly. "S-Seeing you like that...d-did something to me..." He stops and takes a deep, shaky breath, forcing himself to settle a little. "I'm sorry... Herr Doktor..." His voice lowers again. "I don't wanna presume anythin' here but... Could I... Uh... Was wonderin' if I could—" Wolff looks at him expectantly, eyebrow raised and he bows his head, mumbling. "Um... I mean that..."

"Spit it out, Liebchen." The medic chuckles. It makes Klaber flush, eyes darting to the floor for a moment.

"Was wonderin' if maybe... If you'd be okay with me... Y-Y'know... Like before...?" He asks, voice low and shy. A small smile curves the medic's lips as he cards a hand through Klaber's thick hair.

"You want to drink from me again, Liebchen?" Wolff asks and Klaber looks away again, flushing even hotter.

"Y-Yeah... Kinda... Is that— If it ain't okay, I—" He meets the medic's gaze for just a moment before dropping it again, focusing on the sheets to avoid Wolff's eyes.

"Come here."

Wolff shuffles back to sit at the head of the bed as Klaber toes off his shoes and strips down to his boxer-briefs before laying the older man down. There's a kind of warmth to his skin that the blonde's never felt before, a sort of vibrancy. Klaber looks down at him and, oh, he's just perfect. The medic's wearing that easy, infectious, stunning smile, his eyes are alive and the cold blue sparkles with something like lust and affection, he almost looks happy and that means everything to the younger man.

Wolff looks gorgeous as his fingers move beneath the hem of his vest, gracefully teasing up the fabric, up his stomach, revealing that trail of light hair that leads from his navel into his boxers. He pulls it up and over his head, his mane of white hair splaying out along his shoulders. He throws the vest to the side and Klaber fully takes in how gorgeously full his chest looks; rounded and pert, the rosy peaks of his nipples still stiff and swollen from the attention Klaber had given him earlier. The younger man can hardly believe this is happening, Wolff sighing softly as he brushes his fingers through Klaber's hair.

"J-Jeez... Herr Doktor, you're so—" The blonde breathes. He carefully spreads the medic's legs, seating himself between them and leaning in, both hands gently gripping the man's hips through the boxers. He rests his head in the crook of the medic's neck, breathing in the scent of him; it's warm, soft, and something sharper that Klaber can't name. Klaber slowly moves his mouth to the older man's chest. He strokes a thumb over Wolff's right nipple, feeling the heat beneath the skin and how engorged and stiff the bud is. Wolff shivers under his touch, gasping when he trails his tongue over it. Klaber wraps his lips carefully around the stiff, swollen bud and moves his tongue against it gently, warm milk dripping into his mouth.

"Klaber..." Wolff breathes, sliding a hand through the younger man's hair, pulling him tighter against him. His breath comes heavy, he huffs quietly and his body rolls up against the other man. He twists his fingers in to Klaber's blonde locks and starts petting him, murmuring sweet encouragements. The taste in the younger man's mouth is sweet yet slightly bitter, his cock twitches with interest as the flavour coats his tongue. He sucks greedily, occasionally swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh, mouth full of Wolff's plump chest. When he hears the older man's soft whimpers, he has to force down a groan. Wolff's caught between pleasure and embarrassment. It feels so good; the weight of Klaber's head against his chest, the heat of the younger man's mouth around his nipple, the overwhelmingly warm tingling sensation that seems to run right through to the older man's cunt and, God, Wolff hopes Klaber can't hear how wet he's getting.

Klaber begins suckling from him, not just teasingly taking the milk from his breasts but drinking from them, gulping it down. Wolff whimpers and whines under his attentions, too sensitive. The first few deep pulls of milk bring an immediate flood of hot wetness to his cunt. His nipples tingle when the younger man's tongue laps them, sending shocks of pleasure through him. "Thaaaat's it, Liebchen. Good boy..." The older man hisses through gritted teeth, blushing hotly. He reaches up to gently palm at the other side of his chest, massaging the sensitive tissue with his fingers. Milk dribbles from him and down his side, soaking into the sheets, thick and sticky and hot.

Klaber suckles greedily, his hands slide up from the medic's hips and over his ribs, stopping where the swell of Wolff's chest begins. He slowly pushes his hips forward, rocking the bulge in his boxers against the medic's thigh. "Klaber... Pup..." Wolff chokes out, catching his hand in Klaber's, groaning lowly in to the man's hair, dragging him even closer. "D-Don't forget about the other one, pup..." Klaber switches to the medic's left breast, pawing him softly as he continues drinking from him. The liquid pools on Klaber's tongue, rich and sweet. But it doesn't seem like it's going to stop.

If anything, the stream just gets faster. One of his arms wraps tight around Wolff's waist, holding him against the younger man, and the medic yelps softly when he feels his leg pushed between Klaber's, the cotton of his boxer-briefs rubbing up against Wolff's thigh. The younger man feels like he could drown, there's just so much, but he's not complaining.

"Herr Doktor... Oh, God, fuck, you're so—" Klaber groans, letting the liquid pool in his mouth as the older man squeezes hard at his chest, encouraging the flow. "Ah, fuck, please..." He's noisily swallowed every drop Wolff has to give, but he's still eagerly pressed up against the older man's chest, the medic grinding his thigh up against Klaber's dick in an attempt to give the younger man some relief.

Klaber's cock is painfully hard in his boxers and he's leaving damp spots on the material just by rubbing against Wolff's leg. He's needy and wanting and the medic is the only man who ever gave a shit about him. "Fuck, fuck, please, Stephan... Oh, fuck... Can...probably get off like this... So much... So sweet..."

"You want it? Do you, Liebchen? Make sure you don't waste any." The medic gasps hotly, the heavy rise and fall of his chest only stopping for a moment as he squeezes another spurt of milk out, catching it on Klaber's tongue. The fluid fills the younger man's mouth and he swallows again, his belly nearly full thanks to Wolff. "Such a greedy little pup, aren't you, Liebchen? Swallowing all of my milk?" The older man goes red in the face, turning it into the pillow and barely containing a moan of deep arousal as Klaber humps his thigh.

"Thank you, Herr Doktor... So generous..." And it's like a fucking floodgate opens, pleasure crashing over Klaber in waves, almost overwhelming. The blonde gropes and massages Wolff's soft, tender chest, needing just one more swallow before he can cum. He gulps audibly, a long stream flowing down his throat as his breath comes hard and fast. "Gonna... Gonna cum, Herr Doktor...!" He cries, practically suffocating between the medic's breasts, muffling these beautiful blissed-out moans on the man's chest as he rocks and grinds against his thigh. "I'm c-cummin'... Ohh, fuck!"

His climax hits him like a ton of bricks and the noise he makes. It's like nothing Wolff has ever heard, almost painful, Klaber crying out and keening as his whole body shudders and arches, teeth and nails clawing at the medic's breasts, probably leaving marks, his cock jerks and twitches, cum soaking his boxers and Wolff's leg. His lungs are empty, like he hasn't got the air to shout but he does, gasping with a broken voice. "H-Herr Doktor, God..." He rides out his high on Wolff's thigh, his boxers soaked through as he stains the fabric, rutting like a dog against the medic. "B-Been so long..." He sighs as he collapses between the medic's legs, panting and moaning and full...

When Klaber finally stops panting, Wolff is petting his hair and running a hand along his back, beaded with sweat.

"It's nice to see you looking so healthy, Herr Doktor..." The blonde breathes after a long stretch of silence, looking up and meeting his gaze. "Is there...any chance...we could do this again? If I could — y'know... — drink from you again?" The medic blushes, his gaze flickering, then sighs heavily, biting his lip.

"O-Only if you don't tell anyone, Liebchen... If Herr Langstrom found out, I'd never hear the end of it." He sighs and Klaber nods, pressing kisses along the medic's side.

"Promise." Klaber whispers against Wolff's skin, gently licking any trace of milk he can find, like he hasn't already had his fill. "So, does this mean you'll be eating meals with us again?" The medic nods.

"Mhm. It's probably best if I eat properly if I'm..." He trails off and Klaber grins, licks his lips and wraps his arms around the medic's middle, drawing him close and resting his head on the man's soft chest. He feels around a little, just loving the sensation of the older man's body in his arms again. "Sorry, I was keeping my distance, Liebchen. I was just embarrassed. I didn't know how to deal with it. I guess I'm like you in that respect, Liebchen; don't deal with my feelings well."

"Are you gonna come back to my room tonight? Sleep in the same bed like we usually do?" The blonde asks and Wolff looks around at the scattered clothes and the wrinkled sheets.

"Why don't we stay here for the night then, in the morning, I'll move all my stuff into your room? Deal?" The medic sighs, that gorgeous smile — that makes Klaber go weak at the knees — spreading over his face.

"Best deal I've made all week." Klaber grins and the medic brings their lips together. The kiss is warm, loving, a connection that Klaber sorely missed the last week. When they part, the blonde's lips are pink and swollen. And it's the only place Klaber's ever felt truly happy; in Wolff's arms.

Translations:

¹ "Not without asking, you fucking idiot..."

[heartscrypt]

hi im the back and im now a stray cat in ur backgarden waiting for a meal. give me fun facts abs ur ocs or ill scratch something. i think they are So Cool. please

ouuu my god YOU HAVE UNLEASHED THE HORRORS . I LOVE MY OCS RAAAAAGHHHHH

ok im . putting this into like subsections based on ocs. limiting myself to 3 fun facts about each oc so i have some that ppl can still ask me about.

looong post so im gonna put it under a read more

cyrus:

he is a nickname guy. he will give people nicknames. the most notable one is "inky" for azul. she started calling him it post-overblot because it made him uncomfortable in an entertaining way. for mc / yuu she'll call them "small-fry" / "zako" because. well. its condescending. also in jpn it's apparently slang for "weak / useless person" or "mob character" LMFAO. "fry" / "chigyo" is how he addresses people that he doesn't care about (mostly other students from different dorms) and he often calls other dorms "chigyochi" (rough translation would be. Breeding ground?? but in official eng it would probably be something like Hatchery i guess. to remove the Implications LOL). she also likes to call specifically freshmen "freshwaters" / "tansugiyo" because. coming from the coral sea as a saltwater mer. the Peak of insult is implying you're a freshwater fish who can't survive the salt or the cold. basically calling all these freshmen weak as fuck

he's so terrified of sebek its so funny. its like an irrational fear of him too. cyrus just wants to Sprint Away as fast as she can when she hears sebeks voice because sebek reminds her of a crocodile. incredibly hilarious considering sebek is a whole freshman and cyrus is a whole junior and they're from completely different dorms so there's like. So little chance of them interacting

she HATES the nrc birthday tradition of the "gift of good fortune" (aka getting cake thrown in her face) because her least favorite food is whipped cream. he honestly just hates cake in general and hates the idea of cake being thrown at him (in reference to the scene in the little mermaid where vanessa stumbles into the wedding cake bc the sealife is attacking her LMFAO). she's not even a good sport about it bc shes immediately trying to run away. her birthday presenter (its cater btw. if u even care) has to literally hold her down kicking and screaming.

marron:

his worst subject is alchemy. things can and do often blow up in his face... even if that wasn't originally possible for whatever he was making to do. pre-overblot, this is mostly obscured by how he's able to maneuver his lab partners into doing most of the work for him. post-overblot, it's so obvious that it's his weakest subject that crewel immediately puts him in remedial lessons and he's so embarrassed about it. will get snappish and defensive if anyone presses him on it because he hates feeling like he's being criticized

he has a favors gambit running in the freshmen classes. if you picked any random freshman student out of the crowd at nrc... 9 times out of 10 they'll owe marron a favor. it's a lot less formal and definitely a lot less intimidating than azul's contract system, but that's part of what makes it work-- the people indebted to marron are pretty much unaware of their debt until they step out of line and face consequences they weren't anticipating at All.

his brother had connections to a security company named Cloak&Dagger. it has connections to S.T.Y.X. in that it sells information on overblotters to the organization but it also more generally keeps tabs on the influential people of the world (like the royal family). marron uses this connection to cultivate a horrifyingly wide information network. he does have all the personal data on ur phone btw. he knows everything you looked up on wikipedia. he's side-eyeing you for spending that long on sigmund freud's page.

jettie:

the youngest in a family of six. his three siblings, all guys, are older than him-- around college/workforce age. in order from youngest to oldest they are buddy, moore, and ramer (all respectively based off chum, anchor, and bruce from finding nemo). they're a lot more friendly than jettie. also a lot bigger. jetties kind of the runt so hes more aggressive to compensate. they love him anyways <3

his family run a bodyguard business. it's a little ominous. his other three siblings are kind of iffy on continuing it because it's shady as fuck but jettie is READY to take over the business when his father nimius (twisted off of glut from the little mermaid 1) gives him the opportunity or 2) kicks the bucket.

he keeps all his baby teeth in a jar. actually all of his teeth that fall out. he bites a lot of things he shouldn't so this is more common than you think. did you know sharks have a neverending supply of regenerating teeth? isn't that horrifying? well its a trait jettie has and yes it is more horrifying when he's in his human form. he brings out the jar of teeth when he wants to fuck with someone

[whumpcereal]

Could I perhaps mention your OC Dr Ivan Peters from "Behavior Modification" in the project "Public Displays of Affection" I'm currently working on? I mostly just want to mention him off-handedly as someone who has done research on Romantics in the WRU sandbox multiverse, and as someone that the whumper in the story (Dorian Marcroft) has interacted with before the story starts. I don't want to write any scenes in which he is present (mostly because I don't think I could do the Sigmund Freud of Whump justice the way you can). It's totally cool if not!! I really love the WRU multiverse that all these writers have contributed to, and I don't want to disrespect anyone's art.

Oh my goodness, Ivan would be honored to be included, I'm sure. You're welcome to use him! I'm already very sorry for your whumpee if your whumper knows Ivan...

[corrossionism]

finally some oc art!!!! finished up an older sketch

fun fact this is referenced from a pic of a sigmund freud wax statue sorry it just went too hard

[taegularities]

CMI8 WAS SO GOOD!! EVERYTHING ABOUT IT WAS PERFECTION. please i lowkey live for the heavy angst like the whiplash, endless back and forth but the peace i finally felt when he asked her to stay the night is unmatched. i am healed.

you're so good at writing angst, its just immaculate.

but yk what's crazy? there's this theory ppl say that relationship breaks the same reason it started and i think for cmi, it's interesting how oc mentioned they made a mistake that night they met– they treated what they had like it's ntg and that's exactly why there's so much back and forth for the cmi couple pls 😭 like they keep acting like what they have isn't that big of a deal when it is 😭 so rid not only are you a fic writer but you proved a theory right. Sigmund Freud could never

HI?? omg so happy you're enjoying the angst, bc despite how much i love writing it, every now and then i pause, lean back and wonder, "hm, is this too much?" lmaoo so i'm really glad. and cmi8 ugh, it was definitely a difficult one, so that means a lot !!

omfg. i haven't heard of that theory yet, but now i'm soft and sad 😭 yes, that's always been their main problem, right? treating this whole affair like it's nothing. i think they're sick of play pretending, so let's hope they break thoroughly very soon and embrace reality for what it is </3