#sorry for being 5'3 as if its my fault.

[vamptastic]

occasionally i forget that i am a fucking manlet but life has a way of reminding you

[sappymix1]

there's supposed to be like tornadoes or whatever anyway my parents aren't home so i have to be the one to bring everything inside and for some reason all of our neighbors are like outside waiting to spot a tornado?? or something?? anyway everyone just watched me struggle to take down my mother's hanging baskets :/

[eveenstar]

Hello there! I am super excited to do this so thank you!! Anyways here's my info and I apologize if this is super long.....I kinda rant sometimes haha....

Zodiac signs: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality type: Entp

Pronouns: She/her

So lets see here a little bit about my appearance.....I am very petite and I won't lie i'm about 5'3.....maybe 5'4 on a good day. I also have thick brown hair that goes down to lower mid back and if you are ever around me you'll hear me get frustrated with my hair and i'll say something like "I AM GOING TO CUT OFF ALL OF MY HAIR, I SWEAR!" but for now I am keeping it how it is lmao. I also have brown eyes and lots of freckles on my face, my freckles are one of my most liked features about myself lol. Lastly for my style.....I have none. I like Adidas so I'll wear Adidas jackets and sports leggings and besides that I just wear normal t-shirts and what not lol. Although flannels....absolutely lovely. I love flannels and combat boots....

My personality can be a bit rocky at first. Sometimes I just won't like someone for no reason, I can't explain why but I just won't like them idk. But overall i'm an extrovert, I just dislike people sometimes lmao but nonetheless my social skills are fine and I make new friends ridiculously easy. I do have a resting bitch face though so it does make people nervous when first meeting me but I promise I am not that bad.

When you really get down to who I actually am I am a big asshole who just happens to be a big goofball as well. I am extremely sarcastic, almost to a fault and I will sometimes rag on people in a teasing way. I also do dumb stuff like climbing and falling out of trees, tripping over air, falling up the stairs, etc. Also being reckless doesn't help either. But I have a very strong "I don't care" attitude and I am very blunt and brash when I get angry or in general sometimes, I also struggle with emotions like I hate talking about feelings so I suck at that stuff

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. I also have lots of intrusive thoughts lol so sometimes i'll just be sitting there quietly and I'll just start laughing like a weirdo......i'm a big dork honestly. I also do that weird thing where i'm sitting down and I'll just be bouncing my leg....idk why I do it....I just do....and I also run my fingers through my hair a lot, thats why its always messy. Sometimes when i'm bored I space out and i'll chew on my lip or the side of gum...I need to stop I know but its hard to....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 10 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 90's rock or any like grunge or alt, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lincoln Park, Pearl jam, Deftones but i'm pretty open to anything. I also started taking martial arts so hehe that's kinda cool...I can do cool body locks and I know a lot of good pressure points to use against someone.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider....like seriously I will move to the moon if one touches me.

Hello dear! Sorry for the wait, here it is!! It was sooooo much fun doing the match up exchange with you, thank you so much <3 I LOVED my results so I hope you do too!! Also, you and I have so much in common! 5'3 with a resting bitch face gang 😩

Have a wonderful day/night! 😊

I match you with...

Eyeless Jack!

Okay, okay, hear me out on this. I think you and EJ would make a great couple simply for the reason how well you two would get along and complete each other. Huge asshole who happens to be a big goofball inside? Yeah that's Jack if you catch him in a good mood. Your personality matches him perfectly - Jack's a very blunt man. He'll say whatever he wants to say and you cannot stop him. He does get angry easily if things don't go as planned, but if he acts/shows that emotion is 50/50 - so he understands how hard it is to talk about your emotions, and he won't pressure you into anything, instead, Jack will wait for you to come to him when you're ready. He's patience in that extent. He's NOT an extrovert at all so you'll be the one doing the talking, sorry pal!

Either way, Jack will try to help you out with chewing your lips or any other nervous tics you might have. He's a "doctor", so he does have some tricks up his sleeve (which most of them he uses himself) - but sometimes, when Jack's too focused on his work or spacing out, you'll catch glimpse of him bouncing his leg (I totally do not find this imagine hot)

MARTIAL ARTS! Oh, Jack knows his good half of martial arts. He'll want to train with you so you can improve! And be ready, this man does not go soft on you at all. Also! Prepare to climb lots of trees or high places with him, he finds it relaxing to just sit on top of a tree watching the nature or listening to the sound of the birds. He absolutely does not make it a competition to see who can climb faster between the two of you.

Jack's tall, almost 1,90, so as much as he finds it adorable the size difference between you and him - but he won't make fun of it or point it out often. He'll still do it tho :) Honestly you being 1,60/5'3 only makes him even more protective towards you, don't forget he's still a demon with animalistic tendencies! He sees something tiny, he either devours it or he protects it. Nothing in between 100%

MATCH-UPS ARE CLOSED! THIS WAS AN EXCEPTION SINCE IT WAS AN EXCHANGE! NORMAL REQUESTS ARE, HOWEVER, OPEN FOR THE CREEPYPASTA FANDOM!

[virtueangel]

limitless.

chapter one. 

wc: 2,034. original publish date: october 1, 2020.

Winter seems to drag on this year, pushing back Spring farther and farther until it steps off the chessboard of seasons completely. It's early April, but there is still snow piled up on the sidewalks, filling in the cracks of the concrete squares and melting into slush on the smooth surface. John F. Kennedy and Cleopatra walk down the sidewalk now, grasping hands dearly so as not to slip on the melted snow. Cleo is bundled up tightly in a black cardigan, John's varsity letterman jacket draped on top for extra warmth. She huddles close to the boy as she walks, trying to bask in some of the natural body heat wafting off of him. They like to walk in silence -- sometimes it's easier that way. Their questions don't have to be answered if they're never asked. But sometimes, the burden of carrying around the question is greater than the weight of hearing the answer.

"Why don't you ever take me on real dates, John?" Cleo asks in her shrill voice, almost whining.

"I don't know why you'd want me to, Cleo," he replies coolly, still grasping her hand. She wears elegant black gloves which hug her lean fingers fittingly. The cashmere is smooth and inviting against John's palm.

"Because some girls like romance, John."

"I thought you liked making out with me."

"I do!" She relaxes her hand, still holding onto John but not as violently. "But I don't feel like your girlfriend when I'm being shoved into a closet. I just feel like a pair of breasts and an open mouth."

John stares ahead nonchalantly. "That's because you're not my girlfriend, Cleo."

She lets go of his hand completely and scoffs. She shoves her own hands into her pockets -- John's pockets -- and watches her feet on the sidewalk. Her shiny black boots tick against the pavement, her movements slow and even steadier now that she doesn't have the boy's support. "Some girls like being girlfriends, too."

John sighs, shaking his head in exasperation. "We've been over this, Cleo. I don't date, but you like me and you're hot."

Cleo clenches her jaw. "That's a shitty thing to say, JFK. Don't you like me, too?"

JFK shrugs. "I like your ass."

The girl rolls her eyes, quickening her pace to walk in front of John. She slows down again, realising that the bottoms of her new boots are too slippery to risk a pace faster than normal. "Whatever. We're almost to my house anyway."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

Cleo lets out a huff before grabbing onto JFK for support again. She wraps her gloved hands around the loop his arm makes as it sticks out of his pocket. "I'm not gonna argue with you when we're right on the verge of a make-out session," she says.

"I thought you didn't want to be used for your body."

She shrugs before giving the shameless answer, "I don't, but you give exceedingly good head."

John F. Kennedy smirks. "Oh, you bet I do."

Cleo blushes, and tries to hide her face from John.

"But I can't today."

“What?” She asks. “Why?”

"Because I've got a lot of homework," he says, knowing it's a half-assed excuse.

Cleopatra turns to him, her eyebrow raised. "You don't do homework, John."

"I have to help Van Gogh today," John explains.

"Van Gogh?" Cleo repeats. John nods. "He needs your help?"

John rolls his eyes impatiently, wondering why Cleo can't seem to get it. Wondering why everything about her is so superficial that she can't understand that he has a best friend; why she isn't the only one who matters. "No, he doesn't need my help, he just doesn't like being alone on Friday nights."

"Neither do I," Cleo protests, batting her eyes desperately. She means the action to come off as flirty, but she knows she's going to lose this fight.

"So call some of your other friends. Abe, Joan-"

"Abe Lincoln and Joan of Arc are both cool enough to have plans on a Friday night," she combats.

JFK smirks. "Surely you won't let them be cooler than you."

Before Cleo can protest, they are walking up her driveway, her hands still wrapped around his arm. John walks her up the three steps to her front stoop, whirling her around so her back is to the door and her face is to him. He holds her gloved hands delicately, pretending to feel bad about blowing off his hot not-girlfriend to go spend time with his emotionally deprived best friend. It does sound depressing and lame when he hears it in his own head, but there's no going back now.

"Call me tonight?" Cleo asks, the slightest hint of a beg in her voice. She tries to hide it again under a flirtatious lilt, but it falls flat for the second time this afternoon. Cleo already knows what JFK is going to say.

"I never call, Cleo. People who are dating call, and I-"

Cleo cuts him off with an exasperated eye roll. "-don't date. I know."

"So why did you ask?"

Cleo shrugs. "I don't know. But I'm going now."

Nonetheless, she steps toward John for her expected kiss. He leans down to give her one, as per their afternoonly routine, but it doesn't bury itself as deep as usual. John keeps his mouth closed, despite Cleo's best efforts to engage him in the endeavour. When she realises her plan isn't going to work, she pulls away and scrambles into her house, swiftly shutting the door behind her to close off her embarrassment from the rest of the world. She has enough to worry about it seeping through the cracks.

***

JFK knocks on his best friend's door nearly ten minutes later, his feet sopping wet in his tennis shoes. He'd made a mistake when dressing that morning. He could see the snow intruding the sidewalk from his bedroom window, but he'd still opted for his sneakers, full of breathable holes and heat-accommodating fabrics. His big toe feels like it could snap off at any moment. He thinks if he were to take off his cotton sock and look at it, his toe would be blackened with the final stages of frostbite.

Vincent Van Gogh answers the door himself, wrapped in a fleece blanket and feet smothered in three layers of sock. Kennedy can't help but feel a little bit jealous, sure his toes are nice and cozy in their thick woollen fortress.

"JFK," Van Gogh greets the boy, standing aside to let him through the door. Van Gogh wonders how Kennedy ever could've noticed him at school; he stands at 5'5” while the varsity cross country runner was 6'1" last time he measured. Van Gogh is often a traffic cone to be tripped over.

"Sorry I'm so late. Cleo was bitching at me," JFK apologises.

"That's okay. I'm used to being alone," Van Gogh shrugs.

"But I know you especially hate Friday nights. You hate when there are sports games because the town gets loud and the drunken yelling echoes through the neighbourhood, bouncing off of the shingles and spinning like tops in your ears -- ear."

Van Gogh scoffs. "Spare me the poetry, Kennedy. You don't need to romanticise my mental illness, okay? It's not fucking fun."

"I thought you liked all that flowery prose -- all that girly shit."

The shorter boy shakes his head, feeling even smaller under Kennedy's scrutiny. "Don't talk down to me. And just because literature is written like a painting doesn't mean it's 'girly'. You like my artwork, don't you?"

"I like the one you did for AP art last year... the self-portrait."

Van Gogh smiles internally, secretly pleased with his best friend's answer. "I never thought I'd get a real compliment out of you, Kennedy."

"I compliment you!" He protests.

Van Gogh shakes his head, still wearing his smile. His lips are like daisies soaked in blood -- full and dripping. "Not without coating it in some condescending insult."

"Whatever, Gogh. You didn't want to be alone, and I'm here. So what now?"

"Well, so long as I'm holding you hostage, you may as well do some homework."

"I don't do homework," JFK reminds him.

Van Gogh smirks. "I know that, Kennedy. I just had to remind you of your morals before you go off and give me an honest compliment again. Weirds me out when you go soft, even for me."

JFK follows Van Gogh to his bedroom. The hallway walls are oddly bare and would go without notice if they hadn't been painted a murky blue. No pictures are hung, which strikes Kennedy as uncomfortably odd every time he visits his best friend's house. JFK's dads have hundreds of pictures of him stuffed into each nook and cranny of their house -- it's striking to see a pair of parents who care so little about documenting their child's early years.

Gogh pushes open the door to his room tentatively, almost as if he's scared there'll be an apparition seated on his bed. He shudders at the thought, trying to shake it off by opening the door all the way. He sits on a chair instead of the bed, nervous to accidentally sit on top of the ghost and give it a perfect chance to tunnel its way up into his organs. JFK notices the boy's shuddering and raises an eyebrow, taking note of the closed window and the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Who knew such a small boy could be so hopeless at keeping warm?

"Cold?" Kennedy asks, and Van Gogh looks up from the spot on his hand where he'd been anxiously picking at a scab. "And don't do that; the skin's almost healed," he adds.

Van Gogh narrows his eyes at the boy on his bed. "Since when do you care whether or not my scabs are healed?"

JFK shrugs, nervous to admit that he feels like he has to care since his friend's parents so obviously don't.

"Sorry I snapped," Van Gogh covers quickly. "Reflex."

Kennedy nods dismissively as if to show that he understands.

A couple seconds tick by, filling the room like a hose in a swimming pool. The time collects in the bedroom, spilling into every corner and fault line crack of the walls. It begins to overflow, and that's when Van Gogh can't stand the silence anymore. He invited Kennedy over so he wouldn't have to drown in stillness. Why can't JFK talk, dammit? Why is he so self-absorbed that he can't carry on a conversation for longer than five minutes at a time?

"Do you wanna read a book?" Van Gogh suggests, but it comes out in an urgent blurt. Maybe that's for the best. It gets Kennedy's attention.

"I don't read books."

Van Gogh rolls his eyes, cheeks burning a violent fire from embarrassment. "That's because you don't have the attention span to," he spits. "I could read it to you."

JFK's head snaps up. Gogh's cheeks darken an even deeper shade of red and he can feel his heartbeat in his face. Fuck, he thinks. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Okay," Kennedy says at last. "Read me a bedtime story." His overconfident, annoyingly-flirty tone is back, and Van Gogh smiles in relief. The blood drains from his cheeks and his heartbeat follows, little by little.

He excuses himself from his chair to slide a book off of his shelf. Kennedy lies down on the bed, his head on the pillow and his too-long legs spilling over the edge. "Give me a blanket," he demands, clearly serious about the "bedtime" thing. Van Gogh rolls his eyes, but fishes a blanket out of his bottom dresser drawer and throws it over to Kennedy nonetheless. JFK has just finished unfolding the blanket and throwing it over himself when Van Gogh settles back into his chair, lifting the cover of the book with his long fingers gingerly. His nails grow out past his fingertips which is normally a girlish look, but Kennedy can't help but wash his eyes over the boy's hands anyway. It doesn't look girlish on Van Gogh. Nothing looks girlish on Van Gogh.

[creepy-bi-day]

Ssssssso this is Liz, I'm 5'3 with short wavy pixie cut dark red, 245 lbs, blue eyes with some black framed glasses, mole directly on the tip of my nose that is definitely boopable, with an hourglass figure. Depending on how I feel in the moment is how I dress, but I'm a weaboo pastel goth who is kinda quiet at first meeting someone, but I am quick to begin chatting someone's ear off if I connect with them. I'm a very passionate person on my interests. I feel like if I connect with someone I can tell them anything. I'm quick to trust, but if you break said trust it's fucking hard to gain it back. I'm a nursing student, and a very musical person. Singing is my #1 passion, if they can't deal with almost constant singing, we aren't meant to be. I can be a pretty confident person but if I'm having a bad day it's pretty obvious. I try to be a glass half full kinda girl, but because of issues in my past as a kid, I can get down pretty easily. I will also apologize for literally everything, but I'm getting better at learning when things are and aren't my fault so I'm taking up for myself a lot more often. Sorry for writing so much-

I ship you with

Ben Drowned

Tbh???

He finds you adorable.

Your hair was probably what drew his attention in the first place, along with the fact youre actually shorter than him

He loves that you’re into anime, too. And considers himself a weeb.

Probably gets matching merch for you guys.

“If lost, return to Waifu”

“I’m Waifu”

He loves holding you close and kissing your cheeks and your nose, bonus points if it makes you giggle

Low key drags Toby into your room to get you to “help” with medical situations. The poor kid never knows what’s going on until you offer him a lollipop for being a good patient

Loves to hear you sing, and sometimes hums along.

He doesn’t like his singing voice but its really cute to watch his ears perk up and get this dreamy look on his face when you start serenading him

[amphxtrite]

Hi! Congrats on 200! My name is Delilah and I wanted to request a ship,if that's alright. Please dont mind my username feel free to ship me with whoever you think fits. (Could it please be a male ship from either era?)

As I said my name is Delilah,I'm quite surprisingly a gryffindor- I'm about 5'3-5'4 and I have brown hair with blue/green/grey-ish eyes. my sun sign is taurus,rising is leo and moon sign is pisces. my favourite subject is science but if I were to be at Hogwarts I think itd be either defense against the dark arts or charms. I'd most likely be close friends with Hermione or Luna- I tend to experiment with hobbies but it never really works out since I like to stick with what I know- although i did to ballet for quite a big portion of my life. Right now I mainly just read,watch Netflix or play games sometimes.

I'm quite family oriented when it comes to my moms side but I'm not very close with my dad and really dont want to be. I'd say I'm pretty ambitious/daring but I tend to have a short temper sometimes. I also love being outside! My main interests as of right now are Harry Potter,shifting,and the 100.

I'm also an introvert and an infp. I love the dark castle type of aesthetic and I think that if I was at Hogwarts I'd probably like to sit by the black lake and just write or draw at night- I'd most likely also be part of the quidditch team as a chaser.

This is really messy and I'm so sorry but I wanted to make sure you had enough info and I wasnt entirely sure how to make it super organised

I ship you with...

george weasley.

Charms was a class George didn’t particularly excel in. He usually ended ended up accidentally blowing things up, without even using bombarda.

Flitwick understood George’s struggle and knew it wasn’t his fault.

He decided to get a tutor for him, and picked his brightest student.

“Miss Delilah, would you mind staying after class to help a student?” He asks, approaching you at the beginning of class.

“Oh, sure professor. Who’s the student?”

“George Weasley, he’s up over there, I’ve already set it up.” He smiles, returning to the front of the class.

You make your way to the red head Flitwick was motioning too and you take a seat next to him.

“You’re George?” You smile, extending your hand to him.

“Yeah. Delilah right?”

“That’s me, what seems to be the problem?”

George sighs.

“I seem to blow up everything I cast a spell on, no matter what spell.” He huffs, flicking and swishing his wand as small sparks fly from the tip.

After class, you and George stay back and work on his motion, volume and incantations until your arms are sore from swishing a flicking.

George’s spells do improve, and his smile grows.

“Thanks a lot for lessons Delilah, same time tomorrow?” 

“See you then Georgie.”

George continuously improves, but continues to send sparks up just to spend more time with you.

You eventually catch on.

“If you want to spend more time with me, you could just ask George.” You smirk, rolling your eyes.

“I-I know, Astronomy tower tonight at 8?” He suggests, scratching the back of his head.

“I’ll see you then.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek before retreating to your dorm.

You begin gushing to Hermione who begins jumping around with you.

The Date was a success, you and George spend the night staring at the stars, hand in hand.

George is sad to hear you’re not well connected to your dad’s side, but he understands. An idea strikes him, and that summer he invites you to the burrow for a visit. He introduces you to his family, and to his delight, you grow close to everyone, and gain a father figure.

George loves playing quidditch with you, and he loves flying up to you after games and smothering your face in kisses.

You spend many evening by black lake, you head in George’s lap as he strokes your hair and you doodle in your notebook.

“What are you drawing darling?”

“Oh- nothing darlin-hey!” You laugh as George snatches your notebook and holds it up so you can’t grab it.

“Aw, darling its perfect.” George smiles, hugging the sketch you did of him against your chest.

“Oh please, I didn’t do your beauty justice.”

George shushes you with a soft kiss to your lips.

“Its perfect love, just like you.”

You roll your eyes and pull him into another kiss.

“You’re such a sap love.”

“Only for you angel.”

hope you like it!!

[mistersourwolf]

Hi can I request a Gotham male ship :) ? I'm 5'3 small, have brown curls, green eyes and rather thin. I'm more of a quiet and shy kind of girl, but actually I can be really sassy. What else can I say...I'm masochistic, I like to laugh with friends and my hobby is reading and writing. Introvert would describe really good and people describe me as creative.

So first yet just wow u sound gorgeous 🥺 such a cute lil bean, but I was like okay maybe Jim. He’s a nice guy you know, can handle the quiet shy ones but then you said you sassy, a masochist and maybe I’m tripping...Bc I say this ab almost everyone who requests just because of how much I’ve seen and who I can pair them with but you I’m for sure on this one, would be best paired with Jerome. The first thing he’d notice are your eyes, he would swear that there was so much behind them and he never trusted shy girls with pretty eyes so of course he approached you. You didn’t want anything to do with him at first but he persisted that you had something special in you, he just wouldn’t be able to shake you. The day he finds out you are a masochist, he confirms everything he thought the first time he saw you. You would find yourself often having little arguments over who would be dominating who but it wouldn’t matter to him much as long as he got to see you turned on. I really think you being an introvert just ties it together as a whole for him. He would be crazy over you and IM SORRY I always say Jerome. Its my fault truly I have to watch more Gotham but y’all just give me Jerome vibes like WTH.

[pikemoreno]

Have a very dry sense of humor and that would probably be a good selling point for you 4. He's big and intimidating, so when you're in "MUST PROTECT" mode he could help you defend your loved ones the way you'd probably try to defend his 5. You're a nerd and he desperately needs to catch up in pop culture = win win situation :). Now, about me: I'm not very tall (about 5'3") and I'm a brunette. Personality wise I'm known to be quite intelligent, ambitious, determined, caring and fussy over (2/ )

Friend's health, both physical and mental. I also try to be helpful whenever I can and I'm a very sarcastic and sassy human being. People often come to me when they need something analysed critically and meticulously, I'm very clinical when giving advice to my friends. I can also be proud, arrogant, petty, stubborn and too scared of change (specifically big or sudden changes). My dream is to one day become a lawyer and use the system to better people's life any way I can, if I made onePerson's life better I could probably die happy. I'm not the best at anything physical, which is why I don't really do much sport and I have been considered both shy and abrasive (somehow), so you can guess I'm not a social butterfly either. My hobbies include reading, watching and overanalyzing films and series and learning about random things just for the sake of it (particularly History). My MBTI is ISTJ, my enneagram is 6w5 (613 tritype), my Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw and my Ilvermorny house is Wampus (as I said, I can be a bit of a warrior as long as nothing physical is involved). Also, I think I forgot to mention that I'm a straight female, so sorry about that 😅. Thanks a lot in advance for doing this, you're really great!!! 💙💙💙

I legit have NEVER met an enneagram 6, so hey! That’s really cool!

Ship: FINN FINN FINN FINN. I feel it sooo strongly.

Brotp: Rey

Allegiance: Resistance

Force user?: Yes. You even sound like you’d be a Jedi based on your description. Intelligent, ambitious, meticulous, sacrificial & unselfish sounds like some pretty fantastic traits for a Jedi.

Headcanons: 

As a force-sensitive individual, you were very quickly “drafted” into the very beginnings of the Resistance. They sought you out and begged you to join them and you did not take a lot of convincing given your ideas on justice and aiding others. It was the right thing to do. Despite your age being generally “too old” for Jedi training by the time you joined, Leia took you under her wing and taught you everything she could to help you harness your force sensitivity and use it to its fullest potential.

Finn admired you from the moment he knew you. Your sense of what’s right and what you stand for and, yet, never being afraid to admit your faults was something he admired deeply-- and related to. He, after all, was fresh out of leaving the First Order because of his empathy and sense of right and wrong. He also found you to be a total badass with your force sensitivity... And he might’ve found you to be just maybe a tiny bit beautiful...

Your first impression of Finn was a mixed one. I mean, he was a STORMTROOPER and now he’s just here? You were very wary of him at first, keeping a very close eye on him for anything suspicious. Sure, if his whole story was really accurate then it was very noble of him. But you weren’t quick to buy it. No one was going to have a CHANCE at harming your found family.

But then came the Invasion of Takodana. You were on the ground, the electrostaff of the Stormtrooper above you coming dangerously close to you as it clashed against your lightsaber. You were feeling weaker and weaker, your arms about to give out from the pressure coming from above. But then the pressure went away as you saw a lightsaber come through the trooper’s armor. It was Finn. He was rolled off to the side and a hand was lowered down to you. You took it gratefully, starting to regret your distrust of him. And, not having seen a lot of other Jedi in your life, it was really kinda nice to watch someone wield a lightsaber. It was kind of attractive honestly... He was kind of attractive, you thought. You apologized for your suspicion towards him as soon as you were both free from danger and that you respected his sacrifices for what was right and his courage and boy oh boy did his heart eyes just grow by that much more. You were fast friends after that and there were bets being made around base on how long it would take for you two to get together.

[lycorogue]

Meet My OCs: Lia (Part 1 - Background)

I’m so good at these self-imposed deadlines, aren’t I? Sorry about that. The weeks got away from me between trying to finish a book read before its return to the library, getting my monthly fiction writing up, prepping for Camp NaNoWriMo, socializing, Zumba classes, and a solid week of working without a day off before taking the weekend to visit family. Adding in “research Lia and type up her intro” sort of slid to the back burner. Which means I only have one post to introduce her today; the rest will come throughout the week.

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Lia was the first character I created for X-Future. She was SUPPOSED to be this flirty, rebellious, trying-out-independence teenager. She had potentially volatile powers, and I wanted to see how much damage I could make Lia cause. Basically, she was supposed to be Willow mixed with Trish....

After a week or two of player her, however, it was clear that she didn't want to be any of those things; namely flirty, rebellious, and reckless/cocky with her powers. Sure, her powers were still hard for her to manage, but they usually only got out of control whenever she was angry. Keeping her anger in check meant she became much more mild-mannered, shy, reserved, and maternal. So, I took on Willow to be everything I originally wanted to role play as Lia, and let my original X-Future gal do her own thing. Sadly, Willow, being what I initially wanted to play, soon overcame Lia as my main character on X-Future, but I tried to still keep Lia fairly active. Mostly for more angst-driven sub-plots... Poor Lia...

To find out more about her, check below the break.

I'll try to have Part 2 up tomorrow night in order to better discuss Lia's main relationships. Part 3 will then explain her story line within X-Future, and how it relates to my plan for her in Glitches. Then Part 4 will have more artwork showcasing Lia, Part 5 will have some story samples to better showcase Lia's dialect and personality, and Part 6 will have more of those cheesy WWE13 custom wrestler entrances. 

So I can get started on both my Camp NaNoWriMo project, as well as the next character I wish to introduce – Trish – I'm hoping to have most (if not all) of the other parts of Meet Lia up by Tuesday evening.

Anyway, as mentioned above, Lia's main introduction overview is below. Enjoy!

Overview:

Amelia “Lia” Joan Mordeaux (Madrox on X-Future) was a month shy of turning 15 when we first started playing – roughly 14years and 8months old when sent to the Xavier Institute – and is now just over 18 years old. She's the same height as Willow (5'4” {162.56cm}), which is probably because I'm 5'3” (160.02cm)... and that extra inch is important! Lia also has a fairly lean body, although hers is significantly more pear-shaped than Willow's. Compared to Willow, Lia has a more muscular appearance with thicker upper arms, more defined legs, and more pronounced abs. Since she feels she's constantly failing her friends/classmates/the X-Men (Glitches counterpart to 'X-Men' still needs to be named... Guardians, maybe?), Lia is constantly training to improve herself, and that includes muscle training, self-defense training, and generic hand-to-hand combat training. I'm still deciding if I want her to be some sort of novice MMA fighter. Krav Maga just seems so over-used in media right now though, so her fighting style of choice is TBD, but I'm thinking generic kickboxing is a good start. She also loves to dance, practicing a few hula, hip-hop, and Zumba routines she studied via YouTube (or a Glitches equivalent I need to come up with).

Lia, as I mentioned above, is fairly maternal, usually putting a lot of unneeded pressure on herself to protect her friends and fellow classmates. Regardless of if she's at fault – or, in truth, even in the area – if one of her friends gets hurt, she feels it's a major failure on her part. She also has a bit of an inferiority complex, constantly comparing herself to her “famous” mother (I'll talk about this more in the relationships section of Part 2). Lia is also fairly meek and tries to shy away from confrontation as much as possible. Part of this is because she's a people-pleaser, part of it is because she's fairly empathetic and would much rather try to get everyone to see things from a unified perspective, and part of it is because she fears getting angry and losing control of her powers. Because of the empathy, meekness, and maternal nature, she is the unofficial Welcoming Committee at the Institute; usually offering to escort new students/recruits around the grounds, introduce them to their fellow students, and be the recruit's main companion until they find more friends of their own.

Being a people-pleaser, meek, and constantly questioning her value as a superhero, also means she can be taken advantage of, and she puts way too much pressure on herself. For an example, please see story sample “Check the Ego” at the end of Meet Willow: Part 5 (Stories).

Further Physical Description:

Lia, in X-Future, is half-Brazilian and half-whateverCaucasionEthnicitiesJamieMadroxIs. In Glitches, however, Lia is half-Hawaiian and half-Caucasian (mostly French, but with some Welsh and Norwegian as well). Her skin-tone is a darker tan that resembles her mother's complexion more than her father's. She has deep brunette hair, and she dyes fiery-orange streaks through the underside of it; making the streaks hidden whenever her hair is down, which it usually is. When she's nervous/anxious/overly-excited, she tends to play with the locks of orange. Her hair is bone-straight, and she tends to wear it fairly long, such as mid-back. She also used to keep it tied up, but she would literally burn through the ties and melt the clips, so she rarely does anything with her hair anymore. As for her eyes, they are a honey-brown with a bit of an orange tint to them. They actually appear to have a flame-like flicker to them if one is truly looking.

Family:

Lia's mother in X-Future is the lava-controlling mutant Amara “Magma” Aquilla, and her father is the duplicate-creating mutant James “Multiple Man” Madrox. For Glitches, Lia's mother Keahi still has control of lava and other such things, which I'll get into when I introduce her, and Lia's father Cody Mordeaux is still capable of creating duplicates, but in a slightly different manner. Again, I'll discuss further when I introduce them.

For X-Future, Amara and Jamie met as kids when they became students of the Xavier Institute. We aren't given any canonical ages for them in X-Men: Evolution, but Jamie was definitely the youngest, and looked like he was about 12, maybe as old as 14 by the end of the series. Amara was older, but probably not by much. She went to the high school with the original X-Men clan – probably as a freshman – so she was probably about 13 or 14 when she first appeared on the show; maybe 15 or 16 at the end of the series.

Anyway, using the show as our own canon, Jamie was clumsy, and Amara was very unsure of herself. They were quite the pair. After years of working together, they grew to become confident in their abilities, as well as became close friends. They started dating in their early 20s; Jamie asking Amara to Scott and Jean's wedding. After years of dating, the duo finally married when they were about 30, and retired from being X-Men. They settled into a nice home on Long Island, NY, and started their family.

For Glitches, Cody had gone to college in Hawaii, and met Keahi there. She was still struggling with a lot of anti-glitch sentimentality. Her fire-orange eyes gave her away as a glitch, plus a lot of locals knew of her powers, especially when she used them to help safely remove pressure from the Hawaiian volcanoes without ash and/or lava destroying the near-by towns. People feared the power she wielded, and waited for her to “snap” and destroy them via the volcanoes instead of rescue them from the natural disasters. While Keahi could easily go to college someplace that didn't know she was a glitch, she purposely stayed to fight for equal rights. This passion and activism really attracted Cody, meanwhile his kindness and supportive nature were what made Keahi fall for him. Shortly after college, they got married and moved to the Main Land (California). Soon – I'm not quite sure yet on the details as to how – Cody and Keahi learned about Emily's orphanage/boarding school, and how she was fighting for equality between Humans and Glitches (Emily believed glitches should take ownership of the name). They moved across country in order to help assist Emily and Ryder, but they still kept their lives separate from the school itself. They mostly focused on helping Emily and Ryder find young glitches that needed help; recruiting them to Emily's sanctuary. Eventually, Keahi had Lia, and the couple's involvement with the school waned as they focused on their daughter.

I don't recall the reasoning I had for Lia's full name to be Amelia, but she was given the middle name Joan after Jamie's mother: Joan Madrox. I think I'm going to keep it as Cody's mother's name as well so Lia can keep her canonical middle name.

Anyway, in both X-Future and Glitches, Amara/Keahi went MIA while on an ecological mission to help curb a series of natural disasters after volcanoes (in Brazil for X-Future; along the Ring of Fire in Glitches) started erupting at an alarming rate. Leaving 7-year-old Lia in the charge of one of his duplicates, Jamie/Cody spent a little over a month personally searching for his wife. He only gave up on the search when the pain of not holding his daughter became too great. Each year, on the anniversary of Amara/Keahi's disappearance, Jamie/Cody still spends two straight weeks searching for any sort of new clues around his wife's last known location.

Ever since Lia's mom disappeared, her father has almost literally never left her side. If he had to go to work, or was on his annual two-week-long search, or even if he had a doctor's appointment or had to go grocery shopping, he ALWAYS left Lia in the care of a duplicate. Or... more accurately... he'd send the duplicate to the more monotonous activities: work, grocery shopping, PTA meetings, etc. He took “helicopter parenting” and cranked it to 11. At the age of 14 – when she was sent to the Institute to train – Lia had never once even been left home alone. Twice, Lia attempted to bring a boy home to date – once when she was 12 and then nearly a year later for her middle school's winter formal – and both times Jamie created two dupes: Lia's “Uncles” Maddy (derived from their last name) and Arthur (Jamie's middle name). I have yet to decide if Cody's clones will also bear these names. Anyway, the poor boys Lia was interested in were forced to not only prove themselves to Lia's over-protective father, but also to his two “brothers” (he acted as if he were a triplet), and the triple-threat usually scared the potential suitor off. This means, in X-Future, that Chayse is Lia's first boyfriend and first kiss. More on that in the relationships section publishing next.

Powers:

Lia has the exact same powers as her mother. It's a bit of a list, but it mostly focuses on lava control and all that could entail.

-- Pyrokenesis: Not only can she create fire, but she can also control it to a minor extent. This usually manifests as a wall of fire, fire balls, or a “beam” of fire - like laser blasts - shooting from her hands. She can also propel herself through the air with fire bursts from her feet, much like the rocket flight Iron Man utilizes. She cannot manipulate the shape of fire the way Pyro (Iggy) and Devon can.

-- Geokinesis: Basically, she's an Earth Bender from Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra. She can break apart chunks of earth and telekinetically move them; usually these are smaller chunks of earth, about the size of a basketball, although she can break apart larger portions if she uses other means to move the land (to be explained in a moment). She can, if she concentrates hard enough, also cause or stop earthquakes, as well as re-arrange the landscape within a rough 25ft (762m) radius.

-- Geo-thermokinesis: Ability to alter the temperature – and therefore pressure – of the earth in the immediate area. This allows her to create geysers, which she typically uses as smoke screens, or as propulsion for the larger land masses she broke away from the Earth (as mentioned above), catapulting her into the air. Her geo-thermokinesis also allows her – with great concentration – to either cause or stop volcanic eruptions. Likewise, instead of creating fire with her pyrokinesis, she can rapidly melt the Earth's crust to leave molten lava wherever she wished, within roughly a 25ft (7.62m) radius. A final benefit to her geo-thermokinesis is that she can create any form of lava-rock she wished, either as a means to create statues with differing stone structures (as she did with William; please see Lia's story line in Part 3), a way to create weapons/tools, or in order to manifest armor for her companions, or any other such need. She can create these stones one of two ways: adjust the chemical structure of existing earth/stone through rapid melting into lava and re-forming into solid stone, or creating the rocks from scratch using her own lava (see next bullet).

-- Obsidian Form: With training, she's now able to do most of the above without “powering up” into her “obsidian form.” However, if she needs to push the limits of her powers, and when she was first learning how to control them, she had to “power up” into this form, which amplifies her powers and control tenfold. When she does “power up,” her entire body turns into living lava.

To protect her surroundings and her companions, Lia instinctively encases her “obsidian form” with an obsidian skin (which includes obsidian nails). When she's in this form, her eyes turn into orbs of magma, her tongue is also a sheet of magma, and her hair takes on flame-like properties; flickering with her movements and the wind. Lia's obsidian skin encases her much like a ball-jointed doll, with cracks of lava showing through the flexed joints. Her teeth also become thick blocks of obsidian.

Her obsidian skin kicks in as a defense reflex. If she's ever struck by something that would otherwise puncture her skin, badly bruise it, or cause internal injuries (large falls or being slammed by/against something, for example), she instantly is encased in the obsidian. If she would be burnt by anything, she is also instantly transformed into her obsidian form. With training, she's able to actually focus this defense mechanism in order to armor certain parts of her body while keeping the rest of her flesh, blood, and bone (which makes baking fun because she never needs oven mitts anymore).

While in obsidian form, Lia can actually manifest an unknown amount of excess magma, and shoot streams of lava from the palms of her hand, much like how she can generate streams of fire in her flesh form.

Switching from flesh to Obsidian Form and back rejuvenates Lia, allowing her to heal superficial injuries such as minor cuts, bruising, sprained joints, or chipped skin (see Weaknesses below). For example: a cut along Lia's cheek would mend in obsidian form, and be healed when she transforms back into flesh. Likewise, a crack in Lia's obsidian skin (see below) would be healed by the time she's flash again. Since the rejuvenation requires Lia to convert all of her organs, muscles, tendons, and BONES into lava and then back, more significant injuries – such as broken bones or torn ligaments – can also be healed when transitioning from one form to the next, however, it is extremely draining to do so, and Lia nearly faints from exhaustion once back in her flesh form. On the flipside, more significant wounds such as punctures – being shot or run through – or lost body parts – such as cut-off fingers or busted out teeth – cannot heal via transitioning from one form to the next.

-- Body Temperature Control: To go along with her obsidian form, Lia cannot be burnt, nor can she ever freeze. She can withstand temperatures equal to molten lava (1,300-2,200 F {700-1,200 C}), basically because she herself can BECOME lava. However, anything hotter than 150-degrees Fahrenheit (~65 Celsius) – which, in and of itself, is hotter than the temperature at which normal skin starts to burn – and Lia will reflexively convert into obsidian form in order to protect herself. Likewise, her body temperature will start to rise to counter freezing temperatures; keeping her core temp at 98.6 F (37 C). However, in order to keep her core at the proper temperature, her body will automatically transform into her obsidian form once she hits external temperatures of sub-zero Fahrenheit (below -17 C). She can still bundle up, as a normal human would, in order to keep herself flesh in sub-zero temperatures. However, she really never feels the exhausting heat of summer/a desert, nor get a chill.

-- Elementally-Altered Lung Filtration and Eye Protection: Long and short on this one, her lungs are capable of filtering out the smoke, toxic fumes, and ash usually associated with fires and volcanic activity. This allows her to breathe perfectly fine while in these conditions. The lining of her throat, wind pipe, and lungs also have a higher heat tolerance so breathing in such hot air won't burn her. Her eyes also have an extra layer of protection, which allows them to stay moisturized in extreme heat/dry atmosphere, unaffected by the sting of smoke/ash in the air, and prevents her from going blind in extreme lighting. This also means things like smoke-bombs, flash-bombs, and tear-gas are all ineffective on her.

-- Weaknesses: First and foremost, Lia, much like her mother before her, is greatly affected by her proximity to the ground. If she's separated for long periods of time – such as being in the air, high up in a building, or on a ship in deep water – she develops an illness similar to seasickness/airsickness. She becomes quite weak and faint, as well as nauseated. Her powers don't work as well, or may not function at all, depending on how ill she's become. Because of this connection to the Earth, Lia tends to avoid socks and wears slip-on shoes or sandals/flip-flops. That way she can quickly kick off her shoes and actually feel the ground with her feet in order to anchor herself. She'll instantly start to feel better once she's on solid ground again, the rate of her healing dependent on how long she had been away from land.

Another great weakness of Lia's, as mentioned above, is that her powers, much like everyone’s, is largely tied to her emotions. The violent and destructive nature of her powers are closely linked to her rage/anger. This is discussed a bit more under “Power Manifestation” below, as well as in Part 3 when I discuss her story line on X-Future. Basically, she could unintentionally create an earthquake or cause volcanic activity simply by losing control of her temper and becoming unusually angry and/or aggressive.

While the obsidian skin she encases herself in is supposed to be an extra layer of protection, and obsidian is a very tough stone, it is also quite fragile if hit at the right angle. This means Lia's body is likely to not just cut and bleed, but flat out shatter if hit hard enough and at the correct angle. As discussed further in Part 3, the villain Trish nearly broke Lia's arm off at the elbow because of this flaw.

Another downside to Lia's obsidian form is that everything about her - aside from her teeth, nails, and skin – is made of magma. This means if her skin is broken in any way – the equivalent of her flesh being cut – she will “bleed” lava she can't control, so it will burn anything it touches (aside from her) just like natural lava would. Her tears/saliva are also made of lava, making her equally dangerous if she starts to cry or drool while in obsidian form. (Also, for gross thoroughness, her mucus is also made of lava, so a runny nose or bad cough is equally destructive). All of this is reason for Lia to stay outside of her obsidian form as much as possible to prevent a limb from being broken off or her bodily fluids burning through things.

Power Manifestation:

As mentioned above, Lia has to be careful to watch her anger since her control over her powers greatly dissolves whenever she's enraged. This is actually how Lia discovered her powers.

Even as an infant, Lia rarely got cold, usually running around in shorts and short-sleeves, even in the dead of winter in New York state. She didn't have the full range of her body temperature control before puberty, so she did have to wear protective clothing once the temperature had a “real feel” (includes wind chill) of about 10-degrees Fahrenheit (-12 C), and had to retreat to the shade if the “real feel” (includes humidity) was about 110-degrees F (43 C).

Her main power-set unlocked when she was 13. Her date to her middle school winter formal was just “scared off” by Jamie/Cody and his two “brothers.” Realizing it was her father's fault that her date cancelled on her, Lia threw a massive tantrum. She screamed at her father about his “helicopter parenting” and his constant babying of her; not allowing her to grow up. She yelled about her lack of independence, and stormed out of the house and onto their back porch. The moment she was outside, the ground began to tremor. The angrier Lia got, the more the property shook. Realizing what was going on, and fearful of the destruction Lia could cause with her mother's powers, Jamie/Cody tried to usher her back inside and up to the second story of their home; away from the ground.

Breaking away from her father, Lia raced off the porch and into their backyard. Nearly the instant her bare feet touched the grass, a small crack rippled through the ground, cutting the back yard in half. A few feet in front of Lia, a frisbee-sized geyser opened up, and exploded pressurized water from the town's underground stream.

Frightened by what just happened, Lia's anger instantly retreated, and she rushed to her father's embrace. He directed her to run to the attic and focus on staying calm until he can get to her later that night. He then got to work in duplicating himself so he could rush to repair the lawn before any neighbors noticed the improvised early-December hot spring that popped up in his yard. It only kept about two hours for Jamie/Cody to mend the property and go to Lia. He then reminded her of her mother's powers, and promised to help train her to control them.

He then became even MORE protective of Lia, both to keep her from anti-mutant/glitch attacks, as well as protect her classmates/teachers/neighbors from Lia's accidental activation of her powers. Jamie/Cody almost instantly knew that he wasn't cut out to train Lia, and wished Amara/Keahi was around to show Lia how to use her powers. Jamie/Cody was determined to have Lia finish middle school before getting uprooted. So the two of them worked closely on private training for the next half-year; struggling to keep it hidden from everyone that Lia was a mutant/glitch.  

Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters:

After Lia's middle school graduation, her father confessed that she would probably be safer, and receive better training for her powers, if she went to the Xavier Institute (Glitches alternative name TBD). It was hard at first for Lia to part from the only home she knew, but the realization that she'd be going to a boarding school all but convinced her to go; her chance to finally get out from under her father's thumb.

Lia celebrated Independence Day with her father with an extra layer of meaning; she was to start at the Institute the next day. She spent the rest of July and all of August reveling in living away from her father for the first time. She had some lonely moments where Jamie's/Cody's absence was painfully noticeable, but for the most part she loved the new-found independence. She prepared herself to start high school as a 'new woman' and excitedly looked forward to the school year.

The excitement quickly died during the back-to-school mixer the school held the Saturday before classes were to start. In the X-Future timeline, things were going great as Lia was approached by her crush Chayse. He asked her for a dance, only for both of them to be surprised by Jamie. Lia demanded to know why her father was there, only to find out that he missed her too much, so he signed up to be part of the faculty. Lia, embarrassed, enraged, and deflated to lose her new-found independence so soon after receiving it, stormed off into the yard. She became so overwhelmed that she accidentally switched to obsidian form; burning away the outfit she was wearing. She then had to find a way to discreetly sneak back into the building and up to her dorm room while technically naked...

Thankfully, life got a bit better as she started making lots of friends around the school, unofficially making herself the “mama” of the students. This has its downsides as well as she overburdens herself with responsibility for her fellow students. For more on this, check back in with Part 3: X-Future timeline.

Lia's Style:

When I first came up with Lia, I had her dressing more like Willow, but with a few cover shirts and leggings to be a touch more modest. Almost like she was rebelling with sexier clothes – showing off her mid-drift, her cleavage, bare shoulders, mini-skirts showing off her legs, etc – and then her “Daddy's little girl” persona would kick in and have her cover up with a cover shirt or leggings.

In truth, she still is a touch like this, but she has a bit more innocence in her initial wardrobe than I originally planned. Her outfits also used to mostly consist of grays and oranges, but over the years she's trended more towards reds, charcoal grays, and blacks, with orange and/or yellow as more accent colors to give that lava-like feel to her. Her hair, as mentioned above, is usually bone-straight, mid-back length, and hung loose. When she was younger – about 14/15 – she would wear hair clips to pin part of her hair out of her face, but they kept melting whenever she switched to obsidian. Soon she figured she looked more mature without the clips anyway, and now only puts up her hair for special occasions, such as the prom.

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Aaaand, that's Lia! In a nutshell, at least. Sorry about this being a day late, and only being one part of a 6-part mini-series about her. I'll try to get the others up ASAP so I can also work on my next OC: Trish.

While you are waiting for Part 2, you can use this time to catch up on the other parts of my Meet My OCs series, in case you're new to them.

I started off with a “Who Wants to Meet My OCs?” introductory mini-series:

Part 1: Why I wanted to do this series, and the real-world inspirations for my main two worlds:

Gyateara – a high fantasy world that will, presumably, house many self-contained series that may or may not interconnect beyond all taking place on the same planet

Glitches – a pseudo-cyberpunk future AU of Earth where mutated humans – known as Glitches – must fight for equality, and even survival, while also dealing with the normal dramas of puberty.

In Part 2 of my series, I explained the real-world inspiration for my four main Gyateara OCs: Amara Yori, Jolene Crisslebalm, Natalie, and Connor.

Part 3 of this series went a bit long, so it was broken down into its own two-parter. In Part 3a, I talked about the creation of the four main characters of Glitches: Chayse, Lia, Willow, and Trish. As I mentioned above, I'm working on Lia now, Willow was two weeks ago, and Trish is next. I'll be finishing up with my husband's OC Chayse by the end of July.

For Part 3b of this series, I explained the canonical character origins of my adult Glitches, and how they’ve been reworked to create my still-evolving adult support characters for Glitches: Matteo, Emily, Ryder, Keahi, Cody, and Iggy.

Then, two weeks ago, I switched over to the main portion of this series: “Meet My OCs” starting with my 6-part “Meet Willow” mini-series.

Part 1: Willow's Overview and Background

Part 2: Willow's Relationships

Part 3: Willow's Character Arc Events

Part 4: The Images of Willow

Part 5: Story Samples of Willow

Part 6: Two Cheesy WWE13 Video Game Custom Wrestler Entrances

Again, sorry for the delay on Lia; life got complicated. Look for Part 2 (and maybe more) tomorrow!

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Chapter 3: That’d be weird!

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Warnings: Some cursing, Mentions of drinking, Drunken character, Self harm mentions, abandonment

Primarily following the events of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, it revolves around an original character.

Description as posted on ao3:  A member of SHIELD is forced to struggle with her mental stability and keeping her secret as the craziness surrounding the Avengers crashes around her. She ends up befriending Tony and Pepper, who help out her mental health a great deal, but will they be able to help her with her secret? Something that could destroy her if she uses it too much… What will happen when Tony tries to convince her to use it to help the Avengers?

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This chapter happens after Iron Man 3 and before Captain America Winter Soldier.

-buzz buzz, buzz buzz- “Hello?” “Is this Miss Mariveil? Mr. Stark sent me.” “Okay, I’ll be down in a second.” Kiana shoved her wallet and keys into her right pocket, slipping her phone into her left as she walked out the door. She zoomed down the stairs and out the building, shaking her head at the limo waiting outside. ‘It’s not like it’s that big of a deal, jeez.’ She felt her phone buzzing after she got in and as the limo pulled out onto the street, accepting the call and pressing it to her ear. “Where are you? Everyone else is here on time,” she could hear the sarcasm in Tony’s voice as he spoke. “Sorry, looks like the ass who booked me a limo decided to call pretty last minute. Not my fault. Also, you didn’t give me a dress code, so I hope you don’t mind super casual.”

“Super, huh? I didn’t know it was my birthday,” he chuckled on the other end. “Maybe when you die and go to heaven, Tony,” she retorted sternly, trying to stifle a giggle. “Ouch. So mean,” he sniffled, laughing before finishing, “okay okay. You should get here in about ten minutes. I’ll see you when you get here.”

Kiana strolled into the restaurant, shaking her head about how out of place she looked compared to the other people dressed to the nines. She was escorted to where Tony was sitting, seeing Rhodes and Pepper sitting with him as well. “I didn’t know I’d be this underdressed,” she scoffed as she sat down at the empty seat between Rhodes and Pepper. “Oh, don’t worry, he’s never been good at forewarning,” Pepper joked, rolling her eyes at Tony. Tony laughed in response, waving his hand, “It’s not my fault that no one else can read my mind.” “I don’t think anyone wants to be in there,” Rhodes retorted, shaking his head. The group talked as they ate, sharing jokes, making new ones, and telling embarrassing stories. Pepper was impressed with Kiana’s quick responses to Tony’s snarky retorts and Rhodes enjoyed her kicking him down a notch when he went a little overboard. About halfway through dinner, a drink was offered to Kiana. “Oh, no. I don’t drink.” “Nat told me you decided that after she handed you some drinks to try. I know what she drinks and based off your drink preferences, doesn’t seem anywhere near your type.” “... Okay, you got me there. If I try it, will you leave me alone?” All she got in response was a grin and a raise of his glass. She rolled her eyes and raised the glass, pretending to toast before taking a sip.

Dinner started around nine, surprisingly early for Tony, and didn’t end until about one thirty in the wee hours of the morning. Tony was helping the poor drunken agent walk out the door, telling Rhodey to go with Pepper and he’d help Kiana get back. “If something happens, I’ll bring the light weight back home with me.” He pulled her into the car, making sure she was comfortable before sliding in next to her. “Tony... Did you know… *hic* that a surprisingly large amount of people want you to be their daddy? N-not… *hic* in the pervy way! Like… they hope they’re secretly your kids from some random fuck you’ve probably had.” He chuckled, watching her flail her arms about as she talked, “do you?” “Noooooooooo, no, no, no. That’d be weird!” she exclaimed, putting her hands on his shoulders. “Why would it be weird?” he asked, brushing her hair out of her face. “Because,” she whined, “I love m’dad, but… I can be closer and more open with you than I could wiff him. I feel like I could tell you anythin’ and you wouldn’t judge me… I would never judge you, either~ I mean, you used to piss me off because I thought you were nothing but a cocky son of a bitch who didn’t care about anyone but himself… *hic*... What was I sayin’? … ... Oh, right~ You care a lot more than you’d like to let on and that’s… that’s nice. I know life’s been pretty hard on ya, but I think yer doin a pretty great job out there in the world.” He couldn’t help but give a smile down towards her as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder after drunkenly moving about during her… ‘speech’. He gently pushed her back into her seat, moving the strands of hair from her face once more. “Also!! I probably won’t remember much… I barely remember what’s happened tonight… so don’t hold it against me or I might get mad. My brain is saying I can trust you, so don’t take advantage of that!!” “Alright, I won’t,” he couldn’t stifle his laugh as his brows raised. “So… I dunno why I have this, but… if I use it too much, I could die. That happened when I was in college. There was this explosion… the ceiling started collapsing in the cafeteria… I… I remember the screaming being unbearable… All I could do was focus on the chunks of ceiling… I struggled... but I kept it up for as long as I could. I looked around to see the other students were gone and I… I let go... I couldn’t handle holding it up any longer and it all came crashing around me. Next thing I knew… *hic*... I was being told that SHIELD was going to take me in to get me healed up properly and for my protection…” “How did you hold it up?” He tilted his head, brows knitted with curiosity. “Like *hic* this!” she yelled out, looking over towards the mini bar, cooing out, “come here~” A bottle floated up from its spot, moving towards the two on the other side of the vehicle. She grabbed it, threatening to open it up. He grabbed it from her and shook his head. “No more for you tonight, but I think you might be better spending the weekend at my place.” He let the driver know to head back to the tower instead of her apartment. “Don’t tell me I told you. I already have anxiety among other things. *hic* Wait! You read my file! You should know!” “Yes, I did,” he gently held her hand, using his free hand to slide her sweater up her arm. His thoughts could only return to when he actually got the chance to look over her file.

Tony grinned triumphantly as he looked at his computer screen. He had managed to sneak through every security level that SHIELD had, plus rummaging through some paper files just in case that was the ‘security’ she was talking about. He clicked on the file labeled ‘AGENT MARIVEIL’ and opened it up.

FILE: AGENT KIANA LI MARIVEIL NAME: Kiana Alexa Evans DATE OF BIRTH: December 1st PLACE OF BIRTH: London, England CURRENT LOCATION: [REDACTED] PREVIOUS LOCATION: New York City, New York ETHNIC BACKGROUND: English, German, Irish, Italian OCCUPATION: [REDACTED] at SHIELD HEIGHT: 5'3" WEIGHT: 135 lbs. EYE COLOR: Cyan HAIR COLOR: Blonde (Natural); Black (dyed) EYES: Contacts of [REDACTED] prescription, glasses FEATURES: Scars all over body, focused heavily on underside of arms EDUCATION: Some college; experience in four separate degrees ABILITIES: [REDACTED]

PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION:

NICKNAMES: Kiki (preferred), Kia, Alex, Lex, Lexa, Lexi SEXUALITY: Bisexual (questioning if "poly" or "pan"-sexual) OTHER FEATURES: Freckles (embarrassed about), heart shaped pendant with picture of agent with parents MANNERISMS/QUIRKS: Agent followed the childhood lesson 'treat others how you wish to be treated' rather strictly. She never talks down to anyone above her, yet she has not been afraid to argue with agents of her same level. She will defend herself if another agent is being crude or harassing her. She has commented that some people would "piss" her off if she were in presence of. (This comment particularly coming up after the Avengers initiative, though not directly said, implying Mr. Tony Stark.) A noticeable quirk she has is moving her hands a lot when she speaks, or pulling her hair or "playing with it" when she becomes anxious. She has a particular habit to downplay many of her symptoms. DIAGNOSIS: Major Depressive Disorder (Depression, Severe), Generalized Anxiety Disorder (Anxiety), Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) related to her powers, Paranoia focused around being taken advantage of for her powers

DR. [REDACTED]: Kiana, could you tell me what your earliest memory is? KIANA: I remember... mum and I were playing games together in the backyard... I believe it was in the sandbox. There was a pause and she looked nervous, but said she wanted to tell me something important. I remember her saying, voice breaking as her eyes grew sad, 'Sweetheart, I know this may be hard to understand... but your father and I thought we should tell you.' She sighed and continued, 'We're... We're not your biological parents... I found you at the hospital that I work at... and... seeing as no one was there saying you were theirs... We took you in. I understand if you're upset-' her tone was desperate, knowing she could be breaking a child by saying what she did. I cut her off before she could finish, though, grabbing her hand within my tiny ones and responding, 'You'll always be my mummy! No matter what, you're my mummy and nothing can change that! Same with daddy!' She cried, which at the time confused me, but they were happy tears. I still feel the same way now as I did that day.

DR. [REDACTED]: What would you consider your saddest memory? KIANA: I... wouldn't personally call it the saddest, but rather the most unsettling. I was talking to my mum when I was a teenager... I decided to ask her if she knew anything about my birth parents. I didn't particularly care, I think I was just looking to fill in the gaps that were missing... It was then she told me what she had found out. There was a couple who wanted a baby, but due to an accident the wife couldn't get pregnant. They made an agreement with a woman, who was in need of money, to get pregnant and carry their baby. When all was said and done, they were going to buy her a house as a final compensation. It was a mere six months later that the couple divorced. It was heated and rather vile divorce, so much so that the woman carrying the child lost contact with both of them after getting a hefty sized check. It was too late for her to get an abortion safely, on either end, and so she carried the baby out to term. She went to the hospital and had the baby, but left before they could get any information on her or what the baby would be named. A baby girl was left, nameless with no family at the hospital. It was at this point, my mum who worked an early shift, came in and found the baby all alone with no one to claim it. She adopted the baby and raised it. That baby was obviously me, but... I can't imagine what would have happened if I didn't end up with my parents. I am angry, reasonably, as any child would be. It shows that they never truly cared about me, and of course it shows how unwanted I really was in their eyes.

PREFERENCES: CAFFEINE: Coffee with creamer and milk DRINK: Sprite, Raspberry infused water, CAR: A functioning one VACATION: Go to hometown or Egypt HOBBIES: Reading, Hiking in the rain, Writing, Learning, Martial Arts, Sparring, Swimming FAVORITES: Candle scents-fruity or the smell of the ocean, warmth of the sun, the breeze pulling against my hair FOOD: Zebra cakes. "Buy me a pack of zebra cakes and you'll have my attention for at least a day." MEALS: Sweet and sour chicken, fish and chips with cheesy broccoli, or a fried rice with sauteed chicken ANIMAL: Felines; Snow leopards in particular.

ADDITIONAL COMMENTS: It is apparent that many of Agent Mariveil's scars along her arms have been self inflicted. Based off of her last physical, she is still self harming. I have devised a plan to attempt to ease her depression if only to help with that aspect of it. She also appears to be isolating herself and disallowing herself to get close to others. It is my theory that it is due to fear of using her powers to save those she is close to and thus potentially putting herself at risk.

It should also be worth noting that her abilities can become of great use if she can manage them without exerting herself. In her most recent physical, a scan of her brain seems to show some form of blockage. Further study needs to be conducted into what it is effecting and how serious it is.

He frowned slightly. There was still some information that he wanted, but this was more than enough for now. He couldn’t help but feel a little worse now after seeing how worried she was about him and opening up to him about something that made her feel so vulnerable. He would try to do something to help her if only to give her some ease of mind.

He frowned as he looked over the nasty red lines and scabs that littered her skin, thumb gently running along the back of her hand. He blinked as he heard soft snoring, looking over to see her resting against him, passed out. He took this time to further examine her arm, unhappy with how recent some of the wounds were. He could tell how hard she was struggling with her depression and attempting to stop herself from the harm. There were clear signs that she was cleaning her arms, probably due to being inside of the heavy SHIELD uniform most of the time. He gently pulled the sleeve back down and rested his head against the top of hers. “Oh, what are we going to do with you, Kiki?” His brain was already whirring with ideas as the gears turned, thinking over multiple things at once during the quiet drive back to the tower. Once there, he picked her up and carried her to an empty bedroom before lying her down on it. He grabbed a bottle of water and put it next to the bed with some pain relievers, making sure the room was cool enough for her not to overheat under the blankets.Before he pulled the blankets over her, he softly said ‘Goodnight, Kiki’. “Don’t leave…” she murmured, voice cracking in her half-asleep daze as she grabbed his hand. He blinked, but decided that it wouldn’t hurt to stay with her. He knew she’d freak out, but at the same time would feel better seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar environment. “I am making fun of you for this, though,” he teased and pulled the blankets up. He only got ‘shush’ in response, making him chuckle. 

[sincerely-serenityy]

Teh Tag Thingy

I was tagged by the wonderful @the-gay-autistic-meme

-–Name: Maddi

–-Star Sign: Virgo

–-Height: 5'3 
–-Age: 14 
–-Favorite Color: blue, pastel blue, grey blue 
–-Time Right Now: 9:30 pm 
–-Hours of Sleep: around 5 to 9 
–-Lucky Number: I don’t know? I like three I guess 
–-Last thing I googled: how do snails have sex (Julia’s fault) 
–-Favorite Fictional Character: honestly too many (Dil?) 
–-Blankets I sleep with: two soft ones and arctic themed plushes 
–-Favorite Artists: Troye Sivan, black veil brides, pierce the veil, famous last words, panic! At the disco (disco just corrected to discomfort what), ect ect… 
–-Dream Trip: The UK, Europe, Iceland, the Netherlands, Australia (maybe), London, and Canada 
–-What are you currently wearing: t-shirt and Doctor who pajama bottoms 
–-Follower Count: 42 
–-Posts: ??? 
–-What do you post about: Dan and Phil, funny things, Any fandom basically 
–-Most active followers: @bitesizedhowell @honeyfilleddreams @officiialmaki (just put people that were active in the last week more than once, sorry if I left you out) 
-–When did your blog reach its peak: its far underground 
–-Why did you make this blog: dunno this is my main blog, first joined tumblr a few years ago to follow @gingerten though 
–-Do you get asks often: No 
–-Why did you choose your url: I really liked Sherlock and doge so this is what happened (sociopath and doge, and I added wish because it sounded cool) 
-–Countries you’ve lived in: US 
–-Favorite fandom: I really like Dan and Phil but hate some of the phandom, so yeah. Night vale is basically perfection and the fandom is good so that too. 
–-Languages: English, taking Spanish in school 
–-Favorite Film: Garfield and big hero 6 
–-Last article you read: How snails have sex (again thanks Julia lmao) 
-–Last thing you bought online: Vidcon tickets 
-–Last person you Dreamt of: I don’t remember 
-–Reoccurring Dream: being stuck in a spinning machine 
-–Phobias/Fears: spiders, space (even though it’s amazing, don’t wanna be near it) 
-–How would your friends describe you: no feedback from me, sorry I don’t know how to respond to things.

–If you had money what would you buy: I would save animals like dogs, cats, lions, hippos, llamas, Tigers, any big cat, and any other animal and put them in safe homes, and comfortable living conditions. I would also want a bigger room. 
-–Shuffle your playlist and play the first three songs: the boy who could fly by pierce the veil, cool by troye Sivan, and goodbye agony by black veil brides 
I tag: @officiialmaki @bitesizedhowell @honeyfilleddreams @eyelessjaquline @becausebianca @angelicshiver @fetus-twink-howell

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Story

M Sara was petite white girl fresh out of highschool into to college. She was very small coming in at about 5'3 90lbs. Very cute and very smart. She was also all about different cultures and learning about them. She didn’t want to be the white girl who was thought to be racist or racially insensitive. A very progressive thinker, so much soo that she opted to go to an Historically Black College. She had a 4.0 Gpa all through highschool and could of made it to any college she wanted but she talked it over with her mom and they both agreed it would be a great experience for her. Even if it was just for one year. Sara arrived on the campus to some mixed looked. Some of the student werent used to seeing a white girl on the yard. She looked around and noticed all the greek letter plaques and trees. Saw the lay of the campus and then she heard “Hey girl. Welcome to Young College. I’m Kiki and apart of the welcoming committee. You are gonna love it here” Sara: Thanks.. This is a really beautiful campus Kiki: I know right. Now lets get you moved in Just then the most beautiful black man Sara had ever see walked up to her. He was 6'10 of solid caramel color with tattoos on his arms. Muscle were popping out from his under armour shirt he had on. He had to be about 250 of just pure thickness. She was mesmerized by the swinging of his huge dick as walked up to her. Guy: Hey I’m Chase. Can I help you with moving your stuff in. Sara still in awe: I…i….i. Uhh I’m Sara and yes thank you so much. Chase grabbed her television and turned around to start walking towards the dorms. It was at the moment she notice something about Chase. HIS ASS WAS HUGEEEE!!! It was like one cheek was her whole body if she was to get in a ball. She couldn’t believe it.She knew black girls had phat asses but not guys. She watched as he walked each massive cheek moved and jiggled with each step. His ass was like something from a drawing. His tight shirt sat right on top of it. Sara thought she could just put another box on top of his ass to carry up too. She laughed to herself. She grabbed some of her bags and headed up to her dorm. Kiki: Hey Girl becareful of these boys alright. Your freshmeat and not like well us here so don’t get caught up ok Sara laughed: I will try to stay out of trouble. I’m here from work Kiki: Good keep it that way. Oh and just a heads up. There is a dorm that’s all boys dorm name Stanford Hall. I’ve seen a few girls go in there and when they come out they arent quite the same Sara: Stanford Hall..Ok…thank you ill remember that Chase: Hey I don’t know which room I’m going to He shouted Sara: OH right…here I come Sara and Chase walked in the dorm towards the elevator Sara looks at here paper of where she is staying: It says 807 Chase: Oh top floor huh. You must be smart that’s where they put all the smart girls. Sara: Well I’m ok … She said blushing at this gorgeous thick man. Sara: So..do you play sports or something Chase: Why cause I’m big and black I gotta plays sport is that what you saying Sara nervously: No no no that’s not what I’m Chase: Chill out girl im just playing. Yea I play football and basketball here. Sara laughs: haha. Oh ok Chase: You gotta loosen up girl. Sara: ahha I’ll work on that Elevator arrives finally. Her and Chase get in along with a lot of other people filling the elevator to capacity. A lot of shifting around until everybody is finally situated. Chase see’s one of his teammates enter and starts chatting it up with him. Sara cant see anything. Being 5'3 put her a disadvantage. She some how found herself in the back of the elevator corner behind Chase. Due to her height she was now face leve with his Giant Ass. Being this close to it she could now definitely tell the size of this thing was massive. She couldn’t even fathom how any body could get an ass so big. She wanted to ask him but she wasn’t so sure how he would take it. Maybe another time. Luckily for her his ass didn’t smell to bad. She was literally inches away from her face touch his ass. Chase was so big he completely blocked everything from her view by his body and ass. The elevator started to move causing Chase to scoot back. Bad new for Sara it was ass first right on her face in the corner. Sara sank deep into this giants phat ass booty. Chase didn’t even notice what happen. He was too busy talking to is teammate. And because Chase was so big people in the elevator didn’t even notice there was a person behind. Sara didn’t know what to do. Her face and part of her body was wedged almost to her ears in this ass. And that was WITH his shorts on. She didn’t want to panic and figured it was only an accident and he’d move soon. So she waited being squished in the corner buried by Chase huge booty. Luckily for her it was more soft then firm. Almost like two very large body pillows. She now started to smell the sweaty ass smell as her face was lost in his deep crack. Chase shifted back and forth while talkin to his friend moving Sara tiny face and body with each jiggle and wiggle of his cheeks. People Started getting off the elevator on each floor slowly but surely while Sara was still trapped in her ass ride up to the 8th floor. Sara thought how can he not feel a person stuck in his ass? Maybe I should scream or say something. She was starting to sweat in between his massive cheeks. Finally she heard everybody get off on the 7th floor. Chase looking around thinking “where is that white girl” Finally he walked forward to hit the closed door button and Sara’s face and body moved with him still stuck face deep in his ass. He looked back Chase: Oh Shit..You were behind me. He grabbed her head and pulled it out of his ass. Sara finally could see light and get fresh air Chase: Yo why didn’t you tap me or say something girl. My fault Sara getting back oriented: Its ….its Ok.. I was my fault Chase: You must be on some kinky shit huh hahaha. Sara kinda laughed embarrassingly Sara: I thought you’d of noticed or felt me. I didn’t wanna make a scene. That’s one way to welcome in the white girl huh ha ha Chase shaking his head: I do apologize. Sometimes this thing behind has a mind of its on. Kinda a family gift and curse. My sister and my twin brother have it. Only one who escaped was my little brother. We always say he’s adopted ahha Sara: I see They step out on the 8th floor and head to her room. He walks out first. Sara is once again in awe of his ass even more especially since she just had a personal encounter with it. Chase looks back and notices it and has a sly grin. Being that she got in on high Scholastic scholarship she got a room all to herself. Full Furnished (except the TV) They walk in he puts her tv and cords down and she puts her bags down Sara: Thank You so much. Chase flashes his smile that Sara almost just melts right there. Chase: No problem. Sorry again about my ass. Haha Sara: ha Its…its ok.. So you have a twin Chase: Yea he goes here too we room together. We are fraternal twins tho so you won’t confuse us. Well unless your behind us again haha. He’s same build as me only he dark brown. Sara: Yeah..i see.. Umm I hate to bring it up again but you honestly didn’t feel me behind you. Chase: haha sorry I didn’t . Must be the constant slaps to the ass when I play sports that has numbed it right haha. But seriously me and my bro hate this thing. Its hard to find pants. We usually wear shorts or cargos or joggers Sara: And it genetic huh.. Chase: Yea…I don’t even pay attention any more to all the looks and stares. Been with me all 21 years of my life so its whatever. Sara: oh ok. Well thaks again ..Chase Chase: Hey since your smart are you any good at Anatomy? Sara: Uh Yeah I am why. Chase: Well I suck at it. Ive have to repeat the course you think you wouldn’t mind helping me study. Sara didn’t know what to think. She had this beautiful black man in her room. With these green eyes and “to die for” smile .. she was damn near wet looking at him Chase: Sara?? Sara snaps out of it Sara: Oh yes..yea ..The least I could do since you brought my tv up. Chase: Cool. You can meet my brother too. Take my number I stay on the 5 floor of Stanford Hall. Sara took a pause: Standfor huh Chase: Yea.. He see the look on her face Chase: Oh you must of heard the rumors. Look its not what you think we just get a bad wrap because all the athletes live there. Matter of fact come see later tonight for yourself we are having small kickback. That way you can get it out your system that nothing is gonna happen to you…..that you don’t want haha just kidding Sara: Ok yea.. Yeaa ummm we’ll see. But I’ll definitely help you with your homework. Chase: Thanks..Ok hope to see you later Chase turns and Sara is once again presented with this mega booty as he walks out her room. She sits back and thinks “Wow what a way to get introduced to this school” She never had an ass fetish until she saw him and now there is two of them she didn’t know what to think. All she knew is she didn’t want to end stuck inbetween those cheeks again….or does she. She starts processing the whole ordeal again in her head as she unpacks. “He had to have felt me back there” she thinks. Maybe I’m just over thinking this…He is sooo fucking hot she smiles to herself hahaha. Few hours pass and she is bored in her rooms. Bzzz Bzzz she get a text from Chase. “Hope you can make it tonight 7pm” . She contemplates and figures it can’t be that bad. Chase was a nice guy. Maybe Kiki was just trying to scare the new white girl on campus. Plus it be good to meet some people. She looks down at the time its already 6:30. She figures out where she is going throws on some jeans that hug the little but she does have. She looks in the mirror at it “No where near Chase size” she laughs. And hoodie heads out. She walks across to the campus and looks around thinking about how historical this place is. She gets to Standford sooner then she thinks. She texts Chase “Hey im outside” and recieves a text “Ok I’m coming down” As she waits there are a couple of guys sitting outside Guy1: Hey white girl You know where you at? Sara tries to ignore him but he starts to come near her. Guy1: Hey I said do you know where you at? Sara mind races. She a litle nervous. She doesn’t want to seem like the white people who are scared of blacks. I mean why would she come here if this was the case Sara: Yea Im here to meet my friend here Guy1: Friend?!! Ok.. Look be careful in here. Things can get a little big frea Just as he was about to finish Chase come and smacks him on his ass with his huge hands almost knocking they guy down. Chase: Mack if you don’t get your little ass out of here stop messing with my new tutor. Sara notices that Chase don’t have a shirt on and apparently no underwear either under his bball shorts. His muscles are poppin out. He’s got tattoos all over his. chest and stomach. His short stop right at the top of his huge ass and come down infont to where the v starts on waist. Mack: Hey man stop hittin me on my ass. That shit hurts. I don’t play football. Imma Swimmer…we don’t do that shit. Chase: Yea swim up my ass . Mack: Its big enough hahahaha Chase looks kinda embarrassed by that joke. Normally he wouldn’t be but because Sara is there he’s slightly annoyed. Mack was about 5'10 but skinny black guy. Probably about 135 lbs Chase walks over to make “So you got jokes huh, Joke on this” Chase uses his huge grabs Mack by head turns and forces his face deep in his ass. Having no draws on Macks face and head disappeared. Sara watched in awe and slightly amused too as the other guy starts busting out laughing. From Sara point of view it looked like Chase ass swallowed this kids head. Only his neck and body were sticking out and his flailing arms trying to push Chase huge ass cheeks off him. Soon Chase lets out a huge fart. Mack starts flailing even harder. He keeps him there for a few moments before he pulls him out of his ass. Mack Falls on the ground coughing and choking for air. Chase laughs: I guess you can swim up my ass. Haha Sara you read to go? Sara laughs taken back by the whole moment Sara: Uhh Yea Mack: He fuck you Chase. You and your big ass Chase: Yea yea keep talking little shit you’ll see what happens Sara: So you use that thing for a weapon too huh Chase: hahha yeap.. So don’t you piss me of either. Im equal opportunist haha Sara: Oh trust I wont. I’ve already experienced that She says kinda flirty as she looks at his mega rump again. I mean she is face level with it anyway. Chase notices Chase: Hey our elevator is down we gotta take the stairs. Its only a few floors up. You are kinda early I was just getting out the shower. Sara: No Problem… I’ll just follow you Chase: You trynna get a peek at my ass again? Haha Sara blushes and just laughs shyly Chase: Im joking …lets goo Sara walks up the steps behind him trying to keep up with her tiny legs. All the while just watching his ass jiggle with no draws on.. Its almost like its bigger now. Maybe he had on compression underwear early keeping all the huge sexy caramel ass flesh contained. His ass was so large it was like it was built on his body. Like he got Nicki Minaj ass shots or something. She was stuck in the booty trance that she didn’t even notice him stop on the stairs and ran…you guessed it…face first into his crack of his big ass again. Chase: Ok see now your trying to sneak touches Sara: haha. I didn’t even notice you stopped. Im starting to think your doing this on purpose. Chase looked slyly: Not yet…haha Sara didn’t know what that meant but she just laughed it off and kept walking until they reached his floor. As she walked down the floor she notice all type of guys of different sizes and colors. Black and hispanic guys all in really good shape. Some bigger than others and all of them good looking. She thought how did I get so blessed to be around all these good looking guys. Most of them walking around shirtless. A few in just tiles. She also notice a few of them had mega asses like Chase. She figured they played on the football team. Wait..“why am I looking a guys asses all of a sudden"… She walked as Chase introduced her to people as his new tutor. All the guys seemed pretty cool to her. She didn’t know why Kiki told her to stay out of here. Then they get to Chase’s room. As they walk in Sara sees a guy bent over wrestling another kid who was considerably smaller than him. By the size the ass bent over Sara realized it must be Chase’s twin. Chase: Hey man..why are you always wrestling him. He never wins. Oh Sara that’s my twin Chance. Chance: He said he likes the challenge. Sara watches as the smaller opponent tries his hardest to to grapple with Chance. His small hands are trying to grab Chance massive thigh to left one of his legs. But it takes his whole reached to grab one thigh. This kids is about the same size as the swimmer that just up in Chase ass. Chance wasn’t doing anything but toying with the kid. Chase: They do this all the time and it’s the same result…. Just as Chase said that. Chance finally got tired of the match and just grabbed the kid by his waist. Flipped him upside down slammed him back first on the bed and then with one swift motion jumps in the air and last ass first on top of the kid sideways. His ass cheeks covered his head all the way down to his waist. Chase: Squashed …hahah good job bro Chance: I’m sorry. Im rude…Wassup. Was your name again Sara watched as the kids legs were kicking outside of Chance’s big phat ass. He was just sitting on him like he wasn’t even there. She thought is everything dealing with ass with these guys. Then she thought "well they have em might as well use em” and chalked up to boys just being boys. Sara: Im Sara.. She looked at Chance. And though they weren’t identical they were both definitely model material. Chance was the same height and build as Chase. He was just wasn’t caramel. Instead he was a dark almond type shade with goatee. He also had tattos as well. He didn’t have a shirt either and no undies as well.. She could by his ass jiggling when he was wrestling. Chance: Sorry about this. He always comes in here and tries to wrestle me. He says it’s making him tougher. Crazy water boy on the team. Sara watched in awe as the boy pretty much vanished into the cushion of the bed. You couldn’t see his body or head at all. Sara: Hey I get it .. I have younger brothers they wrestles their friends all the time. They just don’t have your..well..your size Chase: She means ass bro..hahaha she the one I told you about Chance: Oh you’re the one my brother almost killed with his ass.. Let me apologize to you for that Chase: Shut up man.. I already did Chance: I’m sure he told you. We are kinda trapped with this things. Good for us tho girls love it. Our skinny little bro however hates it ..he always ends up like this guy Chance tilts just one cheek up and letting him breathe some. Then sits back down and wiggles and laughs. Sara: Guys being guys.. I guess.. So am I early where are the people. Chase: Yea you’re a little early… have a seat on my bed…its only maybe one or two people coming nothing major. Chase says as he walks over and sits next to his brother ON TOP of the rest of the kids body that sticking out cover from where is his brothers ass left off all the way down to his feet which were now the only thing you could see of the kid. He had completely vanished under the two major bubble asses. Sara sit down watching the whole scene all she could was laugh Sara: Um you guys are gonna kill him haha Chase: Naw he’s ok Chance: Right Tommy? Chance lifts his one cheek up again to hear a muffled yea before he vanishes him once again with left round ass cheek. Chase: Do you drink? Sara: Yea. I mean kinda Chance there is vodka and juice on the bar help yourself Sara cautiously pours her a drink and sips…she is definitely a light weight so she loosens up real quick. Sara: haha I can’t believe you guys are just squashing that kid like that its too funny. I can’t even see him. You guys are blessed hah Chance and Chase look at eachother. Chase: You think.. I guess so…So how did you like it now you’ve been personal with my ass twice now Sara a little tipsy: I mean its not something I thought about but if I have to it wasn’t that bad haha She takes more to drink thinking that she might of gave herself too much. Chance: You tellin me you never thought about a guys booty? Like we think about girls booty. Sara: I live around a lot of white people besides of couple of baseball player I know . Not much boy booty to see Chase gets up off the kids legs which are now kicking like crazy. And walks over to where Sara is sitting on the bed. Chase: I bet none of had the ass like us huh He turns on some music and then turns around presenting his huge ass to her again. Sara being tipsy now is definitely stuck looking at his cheeks though his shorts. His one cheek drawfs her whole body and then both cheeks together are just insane. Chase starts to slowly back up to Sara face..Either out of some unknown instinct or just lack of inhibitions from the liquor Sara puts both her hands up and grabs Chase big ass. She rubs all over it.She literally has to stretch to rub his whole ass and even still there are part she didn’t touch. Chance just watches as he sit on the other kids face still giving him air one more as he adjust himself on the kids face. This time turning and sitting facing his feet and his ass now eating the lil guys face deep into his crack. He sits full weight against on his face with his back against the headboard and his huge leg and thighs stretched over the boys whole body once he vanishes. Its like he Chance is just laying on the bed watching his brother seduce the white girl. Chase smiles slyly again as he know feels the heat of her breath against his huge butt. Chase: Go head white girl.. You can hug if you can Sara without think stand up and attempts to wrap her arms around his mega phat ass. In the process it makes her face go up his deep crack but her arms arm are so short and his ass is sooo big that she doesn’t even reach the sides of his ass. Chase begins to wiggle and shake and Sara doesn’t know what she’s even doing. She thinks to herself what is this. How did I get her with my face stuck in a sexy ass black man humongous ass crack. She starts to second guess herself. Sara: Umm..(still face on his ass sideways like it’s a pillow) I don’t know if I should. Before she gets it out Chase bends over takes one hand opens his cheek and then take his big hand and aggressively stuffs her face in his ass. As deep as the shorts would allow her face to go in and then lets go of his cheek. He booty slaps close around Sara’s whole face and head. Her hair was the only thing barely seen stickin out of his ass. Then he stands back up. Her hands trying to push herself out. Chance: Damn bro..Don’t kill her on the first time. Chase : Haha. How bout you don’t kill the kid under you big ass bro Chance: OH yea let me give him some air Chance arches his back slightly leaving just a pocket of air in his crack for the kid under him to breathe and then lets out a hugeeee fart that made the kids whole face vibrate. Then he sits back down again Chase: You’re an ass. Hahah literrally Chance: Look who’s talking Sara start to panic. It was hot at first but now she starting to not be able to breathe. She can feel Chase moving to the music maker her head go back and forth inside of his asscheek. It became sweaty and even tho he just showered she could smell that musky ass smell. She tired to tap him his ass to say she wanted to stop now but he just grabbed her bent down slightly sliding her face up his huge crack some more grabber her hands between his mega thighs and pulled her in some more.. Now her chest was inside his crack and her who whole head. Sara didn’t know what to do she was literally trapped in an asscrack. She didn’t even thinks this would be possible. Chase started wiggling his giant caramel ass around more. Chance: YO…that looks crazy man your ass is eating her hahaha. Right as Sara was running out of breath Chance pulled her out. She was so hot and dizzy from the liquor and being swallowed by a black man’s booty she collapsed on the bed on her back with her feet dangling off of it. Chase turn and crawls beside her on the bed looking down at her. Chase : You Ok. He said ever so sexy and seductively. Sara was trying to gain her composure as her eyes came back into focus she was once again looking up at this sexy ass man. With that “I’ll do anything you ask” smile he has. Sara: That….that was intense. Chase: I didn’t know you were this kinky Sara: I…i.. didn’t either. Maybe I should go Chase: Or maybe we can take it up a notch Sara looked him and that smile was almost like a serum that makes you do whatever he ask you to do. Sara: uhh…like …like what Chase let me show. Chase turned and straddle Sara body facing her feet. His booty eclipsed all of her visison and he wasn’t even sitting yet. She looked up all she could see was the bottom of his ass and his huge thighs on either side of her body. One leg alone was her whole body. He scooted up some.. Is ass stretched from her below her waist to the top is head. Everything in Sara’s head was telling her to leave but she was soo curious..Did she really wan’t this. Was he about to really sit on her? Then she saw him grab his waist band and pull down his pants to expose his huge sexy round big asss caramel booty. All smooth. He struggled to get them off each cheek until finally they were under his ass. She could see had huge balls and part of his giant dick from her view but mostly all she could see was a booty that could possible kill her with only one cheek. He looked back over his shoulder and even he couldn’t see her face or body because of his ass. Chase: You ready Sara shaking with fear and excitement: yea Chase was just breaking her in so he slowly started sit. Sara watch as his ass got closer and still somehow seemed to get bigger. Usually when you sit your ass opens up. Not his…he had to reach with both hands and spread his ass slowly sitting on her face. Even with his as ass spread Sara couldn’t see his hole. His crack was that deep. She slow felt herself go in his ass. His cheeks met the bed and surrounded her face and head. Then he let go and the molded around her face leaving her feeling like she just entered another universe. Not only was her face in it but again her shoulders breast and now stomach too. Chase: Oh shit bro. I always forget how good this feels. Chance: Ha I know right. As he wiggles on the his seat as well Sara mean while didn’t know what to do she felt some of his weight on her but know it wasn’t all of it but his booty alone was heavy. He felt him start to grind on her face and wiggle and clinch his cheeks around her face and head. And body drawing it in even more. Sara couldnt barely breath in the ass pocked she was in. Chase: Damn she so small she not even near my hole yet. Chance: We’ll sit on her like a chair man get her in there deeper. Sara couldn’t hear anything they were saying. Her ears were blocked by ass cheeks. But she noticed the weight lift off her slightly. Her face slowly came out of his ass but not for long soon she felt a heavy weight on her chest. Almost unbearable being that she was only 90lbs. Chase had taken his legs from under him and was just sitting on her chest with his legs off the bed and feet on the floor like a chair. All his weight was now crushing her into the bed. Suddenly it went from being fun to being a little scary. He was sitting just far enough off her face that she could now see the top of his head from out under his ass. Her body was being sucked down deep in his crack now traping her arms inbetween his ass cheeks. Chase: Level 3… let’s do Just then Chase slid back on her face only this time full weight.Sara thought she was gonna be crushed by this huge ass and weight. She went soo deep in there that she was not by his whole. From his brothers view looked like he just sitting on a bed like normal and there wasn’t a white girl inside of his booty. Chance: There you go bro. I told you stop taking it easy on the bitches man. Chase: you right.. I just kinda like this one. Chance: Man you getting soft let me show how to use her. I'mm put this kid to sleep and then I’ll be over there Chance slipped his shorts off with some effort under his ass and sat on the kids face bare ass now too pushing him deep into his ass to smother the kid out. Chase leaned forward to allow Sara to get some air. Pulling her out of his ass for a minute. Sara: I wanna….I wanna stop now Chase: We are just getting started. If you wanna stop make sure this next time I feel something in there. Your smart you’ll figure it out if you wanna breathe again. Sara was now really scared…and some crazy part of her was turned on as well befor she knew he was back on her face deep in his crack again she went. She soon need to breathe. Chase was not getting a little more aggressive and started bouncing on his her face. She never licked a guys ass before but if it meant to save her life she would.. She stuck her tongue out and right his big hole it went. Which cause him to stop bouncing an just relax all that 250lbs on her face…She tongued as best as she could. She remember seeing porn where the girl rims a guys ass and she just mimicked it. Chase: OH shit bro… you def gotta hurry up and try this..This white girl is good ……fuckkk… too good man Chance: OK Chance spread his legs and watch as the kid under him legs flailed aggressively then slowly started to fade out and then stop completely. He sat for just a few more moments before he got up and had to pull his face out of his deep crack too Chase: You didn’t kill him did you? Chance checks his breathing and see his chest moving. Chance: Naw but he’ll be out for awhile while we use her. Let me try Chance now goes over and get his brother off Sara’s face. Sara feels the weight off her body as Chance helps pull her out of his brothers ass. She looks up now to see this dark brown mammoth booty descend onto her face. It was just like Chase only darker color. Chance sits down hard and doesn’t ease into at all. Boom Right on to her face and body. Sara yells out a in pain but its muffled and faint under him Chase: Bro don’t break her. You sent that last bitch to the hospital.. Chance: Chill out watch this Sara was not wedged body and face again in another phat ass and the weight was killing her. Chance then started to scoot around on the bed draggin her face and body that stuck in his ass. Bouncing hard and wiggling to get her face deep. Chase: Damn your ass is tossing her around like a rag doll haha Chance: haha I learned this from the last light skin bitch that was over. She a freakkkk Just then Chance felt Sara’s tongue go in his whole..she must of needed to breathe because she was tonguing like her life depended on it. Chance: Oh shit bro you right she is a good ass eater.. Ok I won’t break this one. But lets try something Chance gets up while she is still stuck between his cheeks and flips over on his stomach. His huge booty sticking up high in the air. Sara has to almost be on her knees while the rest of her body is trapped. But she can breathe now because now weight is on her even tho she is still trapped in the dark almost mega booty. Chance: Lift her up ..turn face up towards your then sit on my butt. Sara at this point was out of energy. She was just going with the flow. She wasn’t as scared anymore strangely but now she was… was she starting to like this?? Chase did what his brother said and laid her ontop of his ass then he sat down on her face with the back of her head going into his brothers ass crack. Chance started bouncing his ass up cause his brothers ass to bounce on her face and body. Sara felt like she was trapped between to 4 huge pillows. Out of nowhere she stuck her tounge out as this game of bounce ass continued. She wasn’t getting the whole but Chase could still feel that wet warm feeling as he bounced on his brothers ass with a human inbetween them. This went on for awhile as they switched positions then Chase: I gotta idea. Get on all fours Chance: Ok Sara was now just going with the flow.. She had broken to worship this black mega asses. Chase put her on her butt on the bed right infront of Chances huge ass on all fours. And then Chase got on all for behind her. Chase: Now back up bro They both started back up like some type of ass compressor pushing Sara’s body between their asses.. This time because he was bent over and the weight of Chase on the back of her head she was in deep enough again to tongue Chances whole. Man it was a sight to watch. It was like she was in ass heaven or hell ..They did that for awhile too switching between them. Little did they know the other kid had waken up. Chase saw him and winked. The kid just played like he was still passed out the whole time he was jacking to site of this girl being wedged into two giant ass cheeks. Chase: Ok I think we are done. Chance: Aww I didn’t get to bust one yet. Chase: Well your little seat did watching us…hahaa maybe you can use him The kid tried to hurry and get up but Chance was too fast and sure enough he was now back buried underneath Chance’’s naked huge ass. Chance: I don’t like guys licking my ass but imma make an exception so you better do it or ill smother so bad I don’t care what happens to you. Chase laughed he guessed the kid started doing it because Chance started jackin off his huge dick. He looks at Sara who was is not soo exhauasted and sweaty. She looks like she super drunk but in reality she just drained from all that ass she got today. Chase can’t let her just walk back like that plus it night time now. So he grabs his sweats and has Sara step into them. Then he steps in front of her and pulls his sweat pants up and ties them. Bringing Sara up with them sitting in the seat of his pants once again face first into his naked ass. Puts on a big hoody that almost cover his big ass. She to tired to even complain. Chance: Damn that’s a good idea. I'mma try that one next Chase: Yep: I’ll be back Chase walks out back down the stairs and to her dorm. The whole time Sara is face is wedged in his ass. She kill feel his cheeks jiggle around her face as he walks. He gets to do the dorm but is still loving the feeling of her face in his ass in these pants so he walks up the 8 floors to her room. He already took her keys so he goes in. He thinks damn bro was right I didn’t get to bust a nut. So he reaches inside his pants spreads his cheeks and sits on the bed and on her face again. Sara now on instinct just starts tonguing his whole deep. Chase sees a towel and begins jacking his huge 11’ dick. The whole time grinding and bouncing on her face. He gets soo lost in the feeling of that tongue. He jacks and rides her face until finally he blows his load into the towel then relaxes that big booty fullweight on her face and body again… Then he realizes she stopped moving so he grabs her out of his pants and lays her on her bed. She awakes graugily and only see blurred image of this sexy man. Chase: Good nite He sits on her face as joke for good measure this time and then walks out the room. Sara so tired she just falls right asleep The next day she woke up. It all felt like a dream. Did all that really happen to her. She thinks …that…maybe …she really like it.. She loved it actually. Soon she gets a text from Chase “Hey Thanks for coming by last time to help with my Anatomy. Hahah hope to see you soon” She thinks for a moment then text back “No problem next time come to my room..I can help some more” 24 notes Apr 12th, 2016