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vynnyal · 7 months

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Y'all, how do I be normal about hollow knight.

Anyways, here's the unofficial 4th installment of that series I started a while ago where I throw together a bunch of random hk theories into one post... this time ordered to make mildly more sense!

So the context here is this:

My friend came up with a cool oc and I was immediately obsessed with the idea. I explained everything relevant... err-- mostly relevant, anyways-- but I extrapolated on a few points here.

It got kinda bloated because I tried to tie-in some of my random tangents. The rest... are just gonna be at the end, lmao.

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Basically, there are Gods in Hallownest. They mostly fall under the category of "Higher Beings", though not all Higher Beings are gods.

All of these gods are Gods specifically because they use dreams as their life force, which is directly tied to how powerful their influence can be.

The mother of Greenpath, Unn, is the epitome of a good-ol' classic Hollowknight god.

She IS Greenpath. The plantlife came from her and is likely a direct conduit of her power (greenpath lore tablet). The Mosskin Tribe themselves are her dream-children-- they either literally spawned from her or were merely formed in her image.

And now remember, the entirety of greenpath and queen's gardens were her domain. That's like 1/6th of Hallownest.

She was The Shit. And then, for reasons untold, she went to sleep. Though it's hard to pin down when it started, it's implied her slumber predated the Dreamers; Quirrel's dreamnail dialogue mentions her, likely as a memory from the times he was Monomon's apprentice, and even then she was just "something revered" sleeping in the waters.

Which is to say, when Mr Columbus waltzed in to pave roads through their lands (and when his wife laid claim to a decent chunk to be her personal playground), they likely didn't meet much resistance. From Unn herself, anyways. Which makes it all the more shocking that they didn't smite her image completely when her domain was so throughly invaded and remolded to PK's satisfaction.

He had, in his grasp, an entire tribe of people that followed *a different God than himself,* aka the worst thing you can be in the eyes of another God. People are dreams, and dreams are power. More worshippers= more power. If you're a God, you HAVE to actively be thought about by many people to survive. A forgotten God is a dead God. (This exact conflict was, in no small part, the beginning of the series of dominoes that led to Hallownest's downfall, albiet with a different God.)

That Unn herself was left relatively alone, despite this, is likely because Unn/the Mosskin Tribe gave juuust enough to avoid conflict while also keeping their "dream" distinct from PK's (meaning: continue to worship Unn and not PK). I can only imagine he allowed this because if he didn't, both Unn and her people would simply cease to be; the Mosskin needed Unn, and Unn needed them. That, and he was probably pretty busy dealing with the aforementioned other God that was... decidedly less submissive.

Either way, WL took Unn's land and pushed out her followers, inadvertently (or possibly purposefully) greatly diminishing Unn's power and influence. (It's possible this was the event that knocked her out, and she was merely too weak to oppose two entire Higher Beings to begin with.)

The other important character of note is Fierce Dryya. She was one of the Five Great Knights, and WL's personal guard.

After WL birthed and subsequently killed her children, she isolated herself in the depths of her Gardens, presumably "well-protected" from the fate the rest of the world faced.

There, Dryya held her last stand before a swarm of infected mantis Traitors who sought to remove WL from their territory. Sadly, WL doesn't even know she's dead, even though you have to step over her corpse to enter WL's cocoon.

It's hard to think about, but theres an equal chance that she fought off the Traitors for good... and that her death was entirely in vain. She is found next to the mound of Traitor corpses she undoubtly killed, but in the end, she died as well.

Implying that, before breathing her last, she managed to terrify them enough to never come back..

Or that she was just eventually worn down and killed, and the Traitors simply gave up when they couldn't get through WL's own protection.

....Which is to say the time between Dryya's death and events of the game is almost completely unknown!

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Things I just couldn't fit in:

1, The name greenpath is just because PK put a bunch of roads in it, really. It likely had a different name before Mr Columbus came along.

2, Btw I wondered if there were any actual children in hk. Turns out, yeah, most bugs can propogate (lol), but the only ones referenced in the game that are not directly from a God are openly NOT worshiping ANY God. I'm talking the Mantis tribe, the Spider tribe, the Flukes, the mushroom clan, and weirdly enough, a specific spirit called Joni whose whole thing was being a heretic-- aka not only Not a worshiper of PK, but actively outcast and perhaps outlawed by PK's people.

*I'm disregarding Millybug. They're implied to be childish, but that's all we know.

Other notable characters that were at least a child at one point are Hornet, who was the child of Herrah and PK, and the Vessels, the product of the WL and PK. Grimmchild doesn't count as its not an actual bug, but a vessel created by the Nightmare Heart. The PK's Vessels are unique because they were originally independent, living creatures.

3, This talk about gods and such made me think about what happens after the game. Unn isn't dead, just actively dying because Miss Rad keeps stealing all her followers. She barely has enough energy to be like "hey kid, take this thing and remember me plz."

With both Miss Rad and PK gone, there's nothing stopping Unn's revival. Like, imagine Hallownest getting repopulated by the remaining tribes, returned to their natural glory. The only place left untouched being the city and the abyss-- forever monument to the horrors that nearly killed them all.

4, It just occurred to me that most of the real Godly gods in the game get cop-outs in the pantheons so you can't fight them. White lady just kinda peaced out, Unn's on the respirator, PK is fully snapped out of existence, the Lifeblood entity is chilling out in the basement, and... well I guess you are the void king by then so it's a bit of a moot point. NKG, THK, and Miss Rad are the only ones that're ready to throw down. Good for them!

5, The story of Isma is perplexing. It's implied the grove she died in is the source of the weird acid ravaging Hallownest, though it's unknown how or why. The wiki presumes this only affects the lower regions of the world, but I personally haven't found whatever supports this*. There's pipework lining the broken elevator pass between Ogrim and the Grove, of which is literally glowing with acid, so...

*there is one spirit in the Spirit Glade that mentions acid as a biological defense mechanism, so acid does exist in some capacity outside of this weird angry stuff.

Besides that, her dreamnail dialogue is "there's no time." Seriously? That's the most cliffhanger-y quote of the bunch, I can so clearly imagine team cherry being like "have fun! No we will not elaborate lol" before they spike the ball into our court.

In any case, while down this rabbit hole I have come to terms with the fact that Ogrim is still the best character in the game. He's literally the "I lie to myself :)" guy. All his friends are dead or missing. His lover drowned in 10 feet of acid. His idol the King was sent to superhell. Everyone else is a shambling husk. But he's still out here like "hey again, I realized you're not dead! Sorry about that, everyone else is so I got confused. Oh you saw my gf after pulling the lever that lowers the 10 feet of acid in her grove? Yeah she's super cool. Yeah no I can't go see her even though she's literally right over there, I got my, uh... oath. Haha. Good luck!"

6, While reading about Essence, it occurred to me that when you dreamnail a spirit, you don't actually kill them. You merely collect them. When the seer speaks to you about how much essence you have, she mentions she sees memories peering back at her. (1200 essence dialogue)

Most clearly don't want to be collected. They are at their final resting place, and desire to stay there, whether they're aware of their current state or not.

...buuut technically, TECHNICALLY, you aren't actually harming the spirits you dreamnail and can totally collect em' all to chill with you instead of lingering, listlessly, forever. You're just kinda rude for it. Also, none of the other spirits can tell what happened to them, so just dreamnail Revek too! He'll be fiiiine. :D right?

7, What really messes with my understanding of the timeline is WL's whole physical situation with what the blindness and such. She's the Higher Being, but within such a relatively short span of time, she has aged to the point of her body breaking down? More importantly, she's not immortal?? There are no mentions of the queen ever having any physical ailments, publically or privately, until you see it for yourself. Meaning that the worst of it happened after the Vessels were born and THK began their training. Perhaps the matter with the Vessels took more of a physical toll than originally assumed?

If we're assuming the pair hooked up after PK turned tiny, then you have to wonder just how old she was at the time. Judging by the rate at which she's aging now, she was likely pretty young. Frankly, I doubt it'd change much either way. She'd have that matter-of-fact, gung-ho demeanor at any age.

This is also why I specified that not all Higher Beings are bona-fide Gods. WL doesn't need the dreams of others, and judging by the weaver's seal she uses to protect her mind, doesn't want others to dream of her. And yet the Godseeker recognizes her as... something. (Third encounter)

So at least she's not just a really old tree. But she's also not a God like PK. She's a weird, third thing.

8, but I'm not letting go of her weird orb cocoon thing. What's that about?? What is it made of? Was it constructed by others and she was sealed within? Or did she somehow create it herself? The architecture seems to imply it's inorganic, but how did she get in there, then?

To top off the weirdness, there's the conveniently ghost-sized hole in the center of her carved face. So I'm leaning more towards "exaggerated metaphor for entering WL's mind" or "easy-to-read entry point for players to go to visit WL that isn't literally there in canon" and not "there's a big glowing hole in this literal rock that inexplicably leads to a tunnel* that then leads to a room very obviously bigger than what's seen from the outside."

There's no way, dude.

I'm leaning more towards there being a large structure she could walk into, that was then barricaded to fully seal her within. The knight, being so small, managed to get their way in through some sort of tunnel.

But then something happened to the plan and the outside of the structure turned into whatever Ari thought that orb was supposed to be.

*Although, I do like the interpretation that the tunnel is actually Ghost slowly making their way through her roots to meet her.

#hollow knight #thonking abt hollowknight #blabbing.txt #SIGHS. y'all. To make this coherent was a struggle #It still barely hangs on to the original topic #I didn't know where to add this but it's also possible PK didn't kill Unn just because #He didn't wanna? Like. I don't think he was bloodthirsty #Just territorial #But he was at the time actively trying to kill someone. So #Who's to say the truce between Unn and PK would've been the same without miss rad?#Also also also hey. what was that about a cracktheory about Monomon possibly being a higher being again #It's been so long since I've read a good ol fashion hk fic venturing into worldbuilding with some basic character chatter thrown on top

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laulo821 · 2 months

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stealing this set of questions from @i-like-eyes cuz i love talking about myself

1. Art programs you have but don't use none. or well i have paint and paint.net that came preinstalled but nothing else

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even) either is simple i think. just depends on the angle

3. What ideas come from when you were little everything i do comes from when i was little i guess so i don't really get the question

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw soa or lloyd (OCs) because of those goddamn tattoos

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself i post 100% of my art it just depends on the platform

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it) my friends' art styles

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate classical music

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in the furniture gang. my very first group of OCs. they're just a bunch of guys with not much story going on

9. What are your file name conventions name of the character(s) (left to right) or ship + music inspiring it or theme or word

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw belts

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what yea. whatever my random youtube playlist gives me

12. Easiest part of body to draw hands

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing uhhhh i don't know. i don't admire people

14. Any favorite motifs religion. anguish. love

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth) my home address is

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing i don't know. i'm having fun the whole way through else why would i even draw

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what no. or drink (water mainly) if i'm thirsty

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken none

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.) crowns

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy hands

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways yes? i mean i like roccoco paintings. i guess it counts

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any none i'm built different. but i may do head stretches in the middle of drawing if i've been at it for a while

23. Do you use different layer modes yea

24. Do your references include stock images yea. i barely use any references though

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by i don't know you tell me

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended i don't have people that interpret my pieces or tell me so, so not applicable, i guess

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with no warm up i'm built different

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines) no i'm not socially apt enough for this

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically sanrio (?) i don't know everything inspires me by osmosis

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated all of them

#long rambling #game #please be my guest and answer those too if you want

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dial-this-dial-that · 4 months

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[REVAMP SOON]

Hello and welcome to my page of OCs! Call me Dial (or Fugo if we're close). This page is meant to be a hub for all my FFXIV shenanigans, but especially characters and their stories.

Be warned that I don't really tag many CWs as my characters are full of them, so expect occasional slurs, sexual references, drug and alcohol mention and all that stuff.

Below the cut you will find some of my characters and very brief surface-level profiles on them. If you'd like to know more you can click on their name to see their personal tag or shoot me an ask/message with a question or an RP proposal!

If you just want to see my art/screenshots without the reblogs, you can see the #dial-does-images tag.

Jah'to "Jack" Rhydir [Coeurl], a Twelveswood born and raised Keeper, a younger twin. He left home early due to family conflict and quickly adapted into the life of a robber and criminal otherwise. Fate eventually brought him to meeting the love of his life through the most curious of circumstances. Now, he is on the path of recovery as a co-owner of a small apothecary with a side-hobby of raising chocobos. [old outdated carrd]

Vivienaix Vaitabeois [Coeurl] is a down-on-his-luck musician, chased out of his noble family for disobedience. Not prepared to face the broad society, he'd spent over a decade as a shut-in in a small apartment in Ul'dah, reading books, tending to his plants and writing music only for his own ears to hear. Eventually, the finances his family graced him with ran dry and in his search for a job he could do with his minimal skills he found himself back in Ishgard, forming a very complicated relationship with his new boss.

Cillien Cedrepierre [Mateus], a mysterious Duskwight of a million faces, who claims to have grown up in a poor family in some remote Twelveswood village. Although depending on who you ask, you may hear a completely different story of his origins, making one wonder if Cillien is even his real name. He's got a perfect mask up his sleeve for any person and situation, yet one question remains: does he himself still remember what he truly looks like? [carrd]

A'nanas Tia [Coeurl] is a self-made, yet genuine doctor of psychotherapy, otherwise known as a mind-mender. With his practice still being quite novel to the mending community, he frequently struggles with having his work be officially recognized or otherwise sponsored. But he doesn't give up, taking willing patients as part of the Stardust Apothecary services and writing books on the matter.

Rakim "Nile" Ottah [Coeurl], a classic criminal mastermind with a flamboyant and eccentric side to him. A proud son of Dalmasca, who fled to Eorzea with his waning parents and eventually had to survive in the streets of Ul'dah on his own. His strong leadership and skillful manipulation led him to the top of a small gang of robbers, which slowly evolved into a very powerful syndicate under his wing.

Zachand Greystone Karasu [Coeurl] is the son/daughter of Nile. He isn't the brightest, but her cheerful and innocent attitude often compels people to call her an angel. She isn't opposed to it, always happy to act on the nickname and help a person in need with all she can. ...Which is often quite a lot, since Nile frequently showers him with very hefty allowances and very little regulation to where those allowances go.

Teppei Shirayuki [Diabolos] is the youngest son of a fairly influential Hingan family. Far from being the family heir with plenty of older siblings, Teppei has grown into quite a spoiled brat. His lack of sense of responsibility led him to causing problems for his parents, who kindly asked him to sail overseas and not stick his nose out for a while as the dust settled. He is only happy for it though, as he is finally completely left to his own devices and also can stay as far away as possible from his despised oldest brother.

#pinned #ffxiv roleplay

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frostythecursed · 8 months

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A/N: This short story you're about to read is about a forgotten God, the god of Netherworld and de*th, as well as the teaser/story of an OC I have been working on. I hope you enjoy it.

ETHOR, THE GOD OF THE NETHERWORLD

Warm wind blew gently, making the little girl’s wavy chestnut hair dance and tickle her face as she walked out to the yard. Her friends were all out there, playing with their toys, building castles in the sandpit, playing tag and other sorts of games. She smiled skipping joyfully, her teacher had given her a candy for being so brave after she fell down and scraped her knee while playing with her friends around the old statue made of stone and covered in moss. The statue was damaged to a grade that it was unrecognizable now, kids pretended it was the statue of a king or an Indian tribe chief or sometimes even a magical protector. And now it was a handsome prince for the little girl and her friends, they were all princesses, waiting for their turn to drink tea and dance with the prince at a party from the tales they listened to before bed. Little girl placed the strawberry flavored candy on the stone base at the feet of the statue when it was her turn to dance with the prince, “For you, my prince. I thought you’d be hungry after dancing for so long.”

Whole Netherworld shook, eternal fires lit once again with the flames touching the skies, hounds hauled and ravens cawed. Statue of a sitting figure started cracking, a loud growl caused the flames to tremble. Soon the stone figure’s limbs broke free, dark tan skin showed itself, silver rings on both arms reflected the red light of the flames. Strong muscles stretched and contracted as a seven-foot man stood up and stepped down from his obsidian throne. His eyes of ice blue glowed brightly and a tiny sweet wrapped in pink paper fell from the sky and into the palm of his hand. Finally, he was awakened. He looked into the flames, “Show me the one who awakened me, show me my High Priestess,” his voice echoed in the eternal abyss. Flames danced and changed color to stream the moment when the little girl placed the candy at his nearly destroyed shrine. Awakened God hummed watching a tiny human placing a single sweet on his shrine. “A child?” God’s brows furrowed, creating a deep creek inbetween. “She is the one who awakened me from my thousands of years long sleep. No matter who she is, she is our priestess. Follow her, my loyal servants. Protect her. And report back to me about the world’s state.” Upon the forgotten God’s order, hounds and ravens rushed through a gate of fire, leaving the Netherworld and entering the human world.

Little girl looked out the window, a big black bird was sitting on a branch, watching her. “Night night, birdie,” she waved at the bird. As if it understood, the bird tilted its head, looked into the girl’s eyes and hopped closer on the branch. Orphanage windows were barred to keep the children safe, creating an image from the outside as though the place wasn’t an orphanage but a prison. It was an old building, vines and moss covering the outside of the gray and gloomy building. “If you’re still here in the morning, I’ll bring you some bread crumbs after breakfast,” she yawned.

The God watched from his throne as his servants gathered everything about the human world and the girl they could. His High Priestess was an orphan in the twenty-first century. Humans had carriages that could move without any horses or other animals, they called such machines, ‘cars’. They had little tablets in their hands, which they called phones, and they used these little devices for everything. Everything had changed so much, they now believed in different Gods, Gods with books and prophets and miracles. He left his throne and walked down the steps leading up to it. With each step, embers blazed under his feet. Modern clothing covered his body as he walked towards the fiery gate. He was dressed in all black, classic shoes, slacks, a button-up shirt, a tie, a vest and a jacket and a black trench coat along with a black fedora hat. It was an ancient and powerful bond between a God and his High Priest or Priestess. It was the God’s duty to protect his Priestess from harm. He passed through the gate, stepping into the human world. Standing on the street in front of the old orphanage, his amber eyes examined the building. “A child should not grow up without a family. But humans… I cannot allow these rotten humans to have a role in my Priestess’ upbringing.”

#Oc story #Short story #Stories from my notes #original story #my ocs #oc #background #original character #literate rp

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gooopy · 9 months

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Tell me abt your oc please… looks at you with big sopping wet eyes

YIPPIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TYSM FOR ASKING!!!! ogogg okay. the characters name is Jude Marshall, and they started out as a side character in a zombie apocalypse style roleplay, as a curious kid who watched the effects of the plague from afar and would explore the ruins left behind with their friend. then they transformed into a mortuary assistant who was medically abused as a child, one with a dry sense of humor and also just autistic swag. their mother encouraged the medical abuse and did not protect Jude from it and so now they struggle around hospitals but find themself at ease in the similarly sterile areas around dead bodies (that being a remnant of their zombie apocalypse form. type opf kid who would poke a body with a stick a few times yknow?)

they also went through several iterations through this roleplay, such as a ghost, a sorta victorian-era gentleman type, a supervillain, etc. their most recent iteration being my elden ring character. right now though i want to rearrange the story a bit. i however am not good at making stories on my own, so i intend to take some inspiration from frankenstein and shit.

id like to get jude closer to the 'mad scientist' srota area. a tragedy methinks. im going through and gutting their playlist now but im thinking that jude will still have experienced medical trauma, still face trauma from their mother, and still work with dead bodies. still hammering it out but im thinking of sprinkling some classic 'lovecraft pursuit of forbidden knowledge' stuff. to make a name for themself, to be helpful, to be useful. get dragged into something bigger than themself and then have their desperation blind them to the horrors and to lose anyone who may be close to them in that pursuit, then turn back and see that theyve done nothing but create destruction in their path. i dont know, ill figure it out, but i also want jude to be like. a normal guy. like theyre just some guy who lives ina shitty apartment and has a pet turtle (only friend. her names shellsy) and drinks coffee out of a silly novelty mug. its not something they inherently deserve, to hurt those around them.

like i said, writing stories? not my strong point. i get too many ideas and then it turns into a rambling mess. i am a lot more familiar with roleplay anda lot better with that too, but for now thats the sorta direction i want to go with jude. this is sooo long i love jude my babygirl jude <3 heres a drawing of them (couldnt find any good old drawings of them so scribbled one out on the spot <3 they run cold so they always got a sweater)

[image ID: drawing of an indian person with square glasses. they are wearing an orange sweater and a long brown pleated skirt. they have a pontail and are looking forward with an optimistic but anxious expression. /end ID]

#jude #jude my bestie bro. i care about them oggog #ALSO AGAIN TYSM FOR ASKING OGOGGOGOGOGOGOGGO

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etes-secrecy-post · 1 year

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Title: A Christmas gifts for my OC friends

Ho! ho! ho! 🌟⛄ Happy holidays, my secret friends! 🎅🎄 I'm having a great time with my family during the spirit of Christmas! 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦😊🎄🎁 And not just our families (including yours), but also our OCs, as well. So, here are the Christmas gifts that we're given by the folks of my OCs! Take it away.

🎁 First presents 🎁

Spot 🐶🏎️: Alright! Let's start up with ours! 😁Me, my twin sis & Cude are requesting a custom stuffed toy wearing our clothes courtesy of our friendly neighbor rabbit & fox OCs. 🐰🖌🐰👊💥🦊⚽️

Riya 🐰🏎️: Aww, aren't we cute or what!? 🥰🤗

Cude 🐰🤖: Indeed we are, hope our friendly trio appreciate it! 😄

MuruKir 🔵⭐: Including mine! A baby Ice Bear (from We Baby Bears) dressing my clothing transformation! 🧸👕👖🧢🥰

Cude 🐰🤖: Should you requesting your face wearing Brown's clothes? 🤔

MuruKir 🔵⭐: Maybe, but since he's a pure CN fan, I rather choose baby ice bear in aforementioned. 🙂

Cude 🐰🤖: Okay, good for you. 🙂👍

🎁 Second presents 🎁

Miya 🐰🐻🔋: Eyo! 😄👋 For my Christmas gift, I gifted Mikey a pair of warm gloves with my face & his slapped on. 🧤🐰🐻🔋 🐱🎧🎵This is because he gave me some new clothes, along with my new friends (Maxwell, May, Sam & Brown). And since Mikey is not wearing gloves for his paws, I bought these cool gloves & requesting a special logos. Isn't that cool? Hope you like it, Mikey! 😉👍

Rita 🐶🚺: As my regalong pamasko (Christmas Gift), I gifted Windy a Filipino cook book. 🇵🇭🍳📙😊 That way, not just good ol' American healthy food to make, but also cook some new foreign foods that she needs to learn & new experience. Yes, there are a lot of foods that involve meat, but there also masustansyang pagkain (healthy foods) made by dugong (bloody) Filipino.😋🍽️🥕🥦🥬 That's why I picked "The Easy Filipino Cookbook: 100 classics made simple" by Roline Casper. You won't disappointed, Windy my friend! 😁👍

Bonn 🐰🚺: For Scottie, he's never been boxing before or any type of physical sports; except calisthenics. Yes, he's focused on drawing, so, I've gifted him a brand new drawing tablet back in 2021. 🙂 But in 2022, I gifted him a boxing gear. Specifically, a pair of boxing gloves & a head gear in Donkey Kong inspired theme! 😁🥊🐵That way, he'll shape up his body to the next level, much like Donkey Kong himself. His favorite Nintendo character idol! I hope you like it, Scott! And I'll see you in the boxing ring for some good ol' boxing practice! 😃👊🥊💥

🎁 Third presents 🎁

Miya 🐰🐻🔋: Eyo, back again! 😄👋 For my newly-new boyfriend, Sammir 🐻🌩️, he's a HUGE FAN of "Wow Wow Wubbzy" when he was a tiny adorable childhood! 🙂👶📺 So, I gifted him a brand new (not so) ugly Christmas sweater with his cute character idol, and a special Funko Pop of Wubbzy! 😊Oooow, I hope my cute cloudy bear loves my gifts! I'm so pumped & blushed at the same time! 🥰😘

Riya 🐰🏎️: That's so nice of ya, Mi! 🙂 You gifted Mikey & Sammir in one night! 🎁🐱🎧🎵 🎁🐻🌩️Also, you're not the only one who's giving double presents! Right, twin bro?! 😉

Spot 🐶🏎️: You bet, Ri! 😃 For loving couples, Shadow 😺🗡️& Lisa 😺❤️⚡are gamers who loves playing anything on their owned switch consoles. 🎮🖥️ Their joycons are nice, but nothing beats a traditional gamepads, with handle grips. And our mom's gifts to their children in 2021, we're gifted Shadow & Lisa a brand new controller from the folks of 8bitdo! 😁

Riya 🐰🏎️: Heck yeah, a Pro 2 controller with their personal color themes! 😃🎮 Furthermore, the Pro 2 has all the functions they need (for the switch), including two back buttons to program via software. Isn't cool or what? 😁

Spot 🐶🏎️: I hope the couples will appreciate our gifts! And maybe will party up with Mario Party 🎲, or SSBU 👊, or even Mario Kart 🏎️!

Riya 🐰🏎️: Aww yeah! Sign us up! We're ready to play, this Christmas! 😁✊

🎁 Extra (fourth & final) presents 🎁

Me 🇵🇭: Finally, I want a give an extra presents for Alexander 1301 & Romulus907. 🙂🎁🎁 I gave his OC Alex 👦🏻🔴 some clothing courtesy of two Speedster twins 👕👖🐶🏎️🐰🏎️, whereas Romulus' Fuse (Quilava OC) & Pyrus (Cyndaquil OC) 🔥🔴🟡 received their own pet mecha Haros. I'm curious to see, what are the names of their Haros? 🤔Mmmm... Nonetheless, here's to you, Fuse & Pyrus. Take care of your Haros, and same goes to Alex. ☺️

🎄🌟 Well, that's all for now & Merry Christmas, my secret friends! 🎁🎅

The Rabbit Family, Sam, Brown & Mikey - owned by @bryan360

Shadow Ramcat - owned by @carmenramcat

Lisa (Sonic OC) - owned by LadyFeliz (formerly named Lisadots123)

Alex - owned by Alexander1301

Fuse (Quilava OC) & Pyrus (Cyndaquil OC) [Pokemon OCs] - owned by Romulus907

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feyinvestigations · 2 years

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I'm working on the outfit requests rn, but in the meantime, here is a piece I made of my dnd oc that my art teacher said reminded him of "classic communism propaganda"

[Image ID: It is a digital painting of an elf man, in modern clothing, steeping toward the viewer, the entire image bring made with bright, almost neon, colors.

The elf man has medium bronze skin, and blue hair, which is shaved on the left side of his head, and elf ears with several piercings. His face is hidden by a blue and green gasmask. He has a green spray can in his right hand, which is listed toward the air, and a square, blue duffle bag in his left. On his hips, he has a green crowbar and a green Walkman cassette, on his back, there is a fireax with a green blade. The man is wearing a purple and green hoodie, with the main body and cuffs being purple, and the sleeves, hood strings, and detailing on the front pocket all being green. His pants are dark blue, and his boots are dark purple with green laces. There is a dark blue drop shadow outline behind him. The background is neon pink, with several dapplings of different shades of purple and pink. The floor is similarly colored, though there are dark purple shadows cast by both the man, and by a green pillar on the left side on the image. END ID]

Reblogs are appreciated!

My Ko-Fi, just in case you're in a silly goofy mood

#notsocreative #my art #dnd character #digital art #gas mask #dnd oc #dnd oc art #elf #image id #neon #artists on tumblr #dnd art #small artist #eyestrain #maybe????#idk dudes i just love my neons #Go Gonzo Go!

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freakwiththeknifecollection · 2 years

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You have OC chestervelle kids!!!! I have to know more!

Rose and lily from the flower oc asks please:)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!! tagging @joharvelles-roadhouse because she asked me about them too!!

Without going into too much detail because I could easily make this post pages long (feel free to ask any and all follow-up questions you have though!!) Okay so:

Jordyn Avery Winchester

some picrews I've made of her!

The oldest

Dark brown hair, light green eyes, freckles, a spitting image of her mother except her face/jaw is a little wider. Linda Cardellini is the perfect face claim for her. But when she was little, her hair was blonde like Dean's was and darkened over time to Jo's natural color.

Sassy, independent, stubborn, and a very good older sister to her siblings. Generally very chill, but WILL throw hands for her siblings. Daddy's girl 100%. She's very similar to Jo, which is why I think she gets along with Dean so well and tends to butt heads with Jo sometimes in her teens.

Her favorite color is purple, she loves dogs, and she likes reading, video games, and sketching. As far as other hobbies go, I'm not sure yet!

She plays either volleyball or softball in middle-high school, I haven't decided yet

She's not a girly girl by any means. She is a bit when she's little; she'd wear a little tulle skirts and bows in her hair but not without a band t-shirt/flannel and sneakers

Her music taste varies from classic rock to 90's alternative

Alexander William Winchester (I have a side headcanon that Dean's middle name is Alexander, just cause I think it sounds good! So that's where their son's name comes from. Then his middle name is after Jo's father, of course)

4 years younger than Jordyn

Dark brown hair, brown eyes, freckles; he looks just like his dad

Sarcastic, playful, mischievous, impulsive. Violence IS an answer, actually. He's not just needlessly violent, but he does live by a "talk shit, get hit" policy and has no tolerance for bullies

His favorite color is red and he likes video games. He and Jordyn play together often and it always gets competitive. As for other hobbies, I'm not sure yet either lol!

He plays football as a kid and then all through high school

When he's little he goes through a firefighter phase, followed by a dinosaur phase

Morgan Joanna Winchester (the newest addition to my little family so I'm unsure about a lot of things)

She's 2 years younger than Alex. So she's 6 years younger than Jordyn

Her hair is darker than Jordyn's was when she's little, but not brown either. Between blonde and Dean's hair color. Brown eyes and freckles, too!

She's very sweet but has mischievous tendencies, usually Alex is involved lmao. Partners in crime

LOVES unicorns, rainbows, princesses, and the color pink. The poster child for girly girls everywhere. Which I think is a bit of a learning curve for Jo, she's never really gotten along with girly girls and has never had one before, but they make it work!

Dean plays princesses and has tea parties with her all the time. That has nothing to do with who Morgan is as a person, but I think everyone should know that

Jordyn and Morgan share a room until Jordyn's about 16, (so when Morgan's 8) when she really just needs her own space. Dean clears out and fixes up the attic and makes it into a room for Jordyn

Last but not least,

Henry Oliver Winchester (Jo liked the name and it also happened to be Dean's grandfather's name! Which cinched it. Oliver was almost his name, so it became his middle name.)

The baby. He's 11 years younger than Jordyn, 7 years younger than Alex and 5 years younger than Morgan

He has golden brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles. As far as what he looks like when he's older, I'm not entirely sure. The two picrews on the far top left are ideas I have, but who knows! He's still just a little guy in my mind lol

He's so so sweet, quiet, gentle, sensitive, and the biggest mama's boy in the world. He has a tendency to bottle things up because he doesn't like confrontation

He's also autistic! Frogs are his special interest ever since he was really little. He's very set in his routines and he doesn't like any of those routines to change. He also gets overstimulated and stressed around loud noises/too many noises at once, so he wears headphones a lot and/or retreats to a quiet place in the house to read. He doesn't play in the traditional sense, but he really enjoys sorting things by size and color. But he loves Legos

He has sooo many stuffed frogs. Like all over his room lmao. But this bullfrog is his favorite, he carries it everywhere

He goes through a construction worker phase when he's little. You know, having the little tool box and the hard hat and the little vest

I think he and Alex share a room for a time. I haven't decided what ages exactly they share a room. When Jordyn moves into the attic, they split Jordyn and Morgan's old big room into two separate rooms, and Alex moves into the other big room the boys shared, and Morgan and Henry each get one of the split rooms

He likes reading, mostly. Beyond that, I'm not sure yet. Like I said, he's still little in my head 😂 the oldest I can picture him is 8

To answer your OC asks!

Rose: Upon meeting your character for the first time, how would someone describe them?

I think my little personality summaries above are basically it!! Sorry I'm out of braincells after typing this but I do wanna answer it today!!

Lily: Which high school stereotype do they fit into?

Jordyn: I think she's kind of in between. I don't think she fits into any one stereotype

Alex: the jock

Morgan: the cute popular girl (except she's nice)

Henry: the loner kid who gets good grades

#this is so long my goodness. I've been slowly adding to it all day long #i left a lot out is the thing lmao!!#answered #house 💜#chestervelle oc kids #chestervelle

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hinaaspanda · 3 years

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...and they were (more than) roommates! | njm

Pairing: Campus Pretty Boy + Roommate! Jaemin x Dancer! Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 9576

Your easily distracted mind had made it maddeningly clear; no song, no matter what the tempo or melody, could take your mind off of your one and only roommate, Na Jaemin.

a/n; hi! for this fic i tried adding my own oc (Hina) just to spice things up!! lol totally not to insert myself as jenos love interest or anything ahaha anyways please enjoy!

Huang Renjun never thought that breaking off one college relationship would be so detrimental to your heart.

It really was such a small relationship, just one month of innocent pecks on the cheeks in between classes, weekend dinner dates, and trips around the city on your breaks. It was such a minute thing, yet your heart couldn’t get enough. You grew invested, never wanting to let go. Becoming dependent on mere goodbye kisses. And after one month of being together, you were stuck watching him drift away, fingers intertwined with that of someone new. Now, of course, one question remained; if it was such a short relationship, why in the world did it hurt your heart so much?

You sat under the brisk afternoon sunlight, gnawing at the cafeteria food as your campus friends began bickering over god knows what. You tune out the ruckus before you, your mind wandering like a lost child between the aisles of a supermarket. An image of him swims into your mind as you curse under your breath. It didn’t matter how healthy your break up was, or how put together your persona must’ve seemed. The only thing you wanted was to be in Renjun’s arms once again.

Suddenly, you felt the stares of a concerned Hina and Shotaro burning through you. Your shoulders shivering at the sudden thrust into the spotlight. Was your thinking face that miserable-looking? You sent a half-assed chuckle in the hopes of diverting their attention.

“Is something wrong-”

“You were thinking about him again, weren’t you?” Your childhood friend, Hina, began rather harshly, throwing off your more laid-back classmate, Shotaro. “About Renjun?”

The soda that slid down your throat almost shot out of your lips, straight into the air as Hina stared you down, interrogating you. How obvious were you? You pondered for a little bit, your eyes now meeting Hina’s and Shotaro’s concerned ones. You couldn’t defy the truth to your overly caring friends, even if you tried. “...Yeah. I was.”

The somber air around you thickened with each passing minute as you finished off your lunch for the day. You wince, fearing your friends would, out of disappointment in your inability to shut up about your failed love life, cut ties with you right then and there. You wouldn’t blame them, though. Even you were starting to get tired of your weak, measly heart. Shotaro breaks the silence, a sweet grin plastered on his face.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n! You just need to find something to get your mind off of him!” Shotaro chirps, his upbeat demeanor infecting Hina beside him. Hina continues, a grin now lining her lips.

“How about another date? With someone new!”

You almost scoff out loud. “Another date?”

The bold figure of Hina crossed her arms in disbelief. “There are other guys out there, y/n. What about your roommate? Isn’t he single?.”

“My roommate? No! We’re just friends, nothing else!” You quickly retort, waving your hands in a very strong denial. Hina’s head tilted in persuasion.

“You’ll never know until you try, y/n.” Your head hung low as you let out the fifth sigh that day. You loved Hina, you truly did, but with these outlandish ideas protruding from her head, you were convinced she was going crazy.

...

“What? You gonna chicken out or something?” Donghyuck scoffed through a disgusting amount of food stuffed in his mouth. “You’re telling me the campus hottie’s too scared to go on a date?” Jaemin’s eyes sent nothing but death threats to the aggravating college student, sipping on the vending machine drink destructive to his health. He was offended, to say the least. Offended at how inaccurate his so called ‘friend’ was being, anyways.

Na Jaemin had it all. A decent fashion sense, heavenly proportions, good grades and work ethic. A face most people would classify as attractive, and a bright, luring smile to tie it all together. Some say he was the whole package, driving the women of the campus insane as they line up to get a simple glimpse of the school’s resident hottie. He was the campus pretty boy, but one question remained; why was he still single?

It’s been theorized by many, some believing in his virtuous desire to focus on his studies, while others believe he might just swing another way or simply not interested in the idea of romance. But one thing stayed true, Na Jaemin was not some coward who couldn’t get a date.

The pretty boy sat before his set of now intrigued college friends, Donghyuck, Jeno, and Yangyang, all riddled with such an irritating curiosity it made Jaemin cringe. It was only Tuesday, Jaemin had a tower of school work waiting for him back at home, and the last thing he needed was three idiots challenging his love life. He reached for another sip of his drink, cursing at lack of said drink in the can.

“Don’t be stupid, Hyuck. I could get a girl if I wanted to. I’m just...busy right now, with schoolwork and stuff”

“Oh really?” Donghyuck’s sly voice ticked a flame in Jaemin’s soul. He huffed out a disbelieving scoff as he leaned back on the cheap, plastic chair. Was he really doubting him? He quite literally had the entire female population of the school at his grasp, and Donghyuck was doubting him? Lee Donghyuck was bound to eat his words, as gross as a child to their ice cream.

“Yeah, I can get any girl around here, just watch. And if I don’t?” Jaemin’s eyes scour around, searching for a way out another stupid idea before finally landing on the trash pile that was Yangyang’s homework. “...I’ll do your guy’s homework for a week.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at Jaemin’s proposal, a proposal that stunted even the slyest of prankers, Lee Donghyuck himself. Was he really going all out? Sacrificing a week of freetime for some measly bet? Even stupefying the once unbothered Jeno, trapped in his own, unexpectedly unfortunate love life.

“Dude are you serious? Deal!” Donghyuck and Yangyang practically hollered, both sending Jaemin a crisp slap on the back. Na Jaemin, how much of an idiot are you?

“So, who do you think you're gonna go for?” Jeno gripped the strap of his school bag as him and Jaemin trotted away from their final class of the day. Jaemin huffed out what felt like the 100th sigh that afternoon. His eyes grazing the trees peeking through the campus windows. Surely he needed a plan, right? No matter how many girls relished in his good looks, he wouldn’t possibly survive without one. Jaemin’s palms grew cold, pupils shaking in a sudden fear. God, maybe he would be stuck writing Yangyang’s overdue essays for the next week.

“What about that y/n girl?” Jeno suddenly chirped. “The quiet one from the dance department?”

Jaemin froze in his tracks, looking synonymous to a deer caught in headlights. He tilted his head, puzzled, to say the least. “...y/n?”

“Yeah, I heard she got out of a relationship recently.”

Jaemin’s once boastful voice soon grew into a stuttering mess as Jeno walked past him, sending a heartwarming chuckle. Jeno turned around, giving one final look to Jaemin, currently bathing underneath the small snippets of evening sunlight.

“It’s just something to think about, Jaem. Don’t worry about it too much.”

...

Your legs were anything but stable as you stepped off the city bus that night. You loved to dance, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said it drained you faster than a mosquito sucking out your blood. The mustard streetlight effortlessly cascaded off of your frame as your wobbly figure began its long trek to your apartment. Sudden buzzes from your phone shook you awake一a sensation your exhausted self clearly needed一before you clicked on the notification.

Roomie :) [7:34pm]: I bought us some dinner before I got home

Roomie :) [7:34pm]: sorry it’s frozen pizza lol I’m too poor :((

Roomie :) [7:36pm]: oh also I got a favour to ask when u get here

Your mind trails back to lunch, with a familiar phrase replaying in your head for the umpteenth time that day.

How about another date? With someone new?

You huffed out another somber sigh, something you found yourself doing a lot, lately. Could you really do it? Could you finally let go of the dead weight? Finally free yourself of the heartbreak tainting you? You feel your heart clenching inside you as you fumble with your house keys. Could your heart handle another simple date?

What about your roommate? Isn’t he single?

No, your roommate didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve being bombarded with the atrocity that was your failed love life. He was too sweet, too caring to deal with anything of the sort. Besides, with how gentle and pleasant he is, it was certain you didn’t deserve him.

This wouldn’t have been the first time you held your roommate in such high regard. He really had it all, a kind personality, decent looks, and an exquisite taste in cheap, diabetes inducing food. He knew all the best coffee places and knew the perfect times to surprise you with your favorite drinks. He wasn’t just some rando who split the rent with you. He was your friend. A sudden rush of unwanted blood heats up your cheeks as you stop in your tracks.

He was your friend. Nothing more.

The golden light of your apartment blinded you as you strolled in. The figure of your roommate was cast before you, dawning his classic ivory shirt and grey sweatpants, paired perfectly with his undone hair, and a plate of steaming hot pizza, straight from the microwave. It looked nothing like the pretty boy image he left your apartment with before class this morning. It was surreal, really. Only you got the luxury to see him like this. It was one of the strange perks of being roommates with the one and only, Na Jaemin.

“Welcome home!” Jaemin chirped to your sleepy figure. He thrusted the plate of pizza to you, a smile wiped across his cheeks. “Pizza?”

...

Your heart almost leaped out of your chest.

Your trembling, sweaty palms couldn’t stop shaking since dinner, almost breaking one of your scarce dinner plates in the process of washing them. You couldn’t blame yourself, though. Na Jaemin’s proposal was nothing but calming.

“So, what were you gonna ask me, anyways?” You spat through your mouth full of rubbery pizza. God, you need to eat properly before practice. You glanced at our roommate, currently fiddling with the tips of some miscellaneous fork as he suddenly dodged your eyes.

“Uh, yea, that.” He stuttered. So timid, it was unreal to you. Usually this man had no fear of asking for favours. Whether it was doing his laundry or fixing up dinner on his assigned day of the week, he would never show any hesitation on asking you to do anything.

“Okay this is gonna sound weird, but…” Jaemin started, breaking into a cold sweat. “I need you to go on a fake date with me.” Jaemin finally exhaled before connecting his eyes with yours. The whites of your eyes spilled out, along with the juice that almost had the chance of successfully slipping down your throat. He wanted... what?

“Don’t worry! It’s just gonna be one date! I made this stupid bet with Hyuck, and if I don’t get a date soon, I need to do their homework for a whole week!” He gripped the locks of his hair as he slumped onto his side of the dining table.

You shuffled back to the dining room, clenching your paper towel tightly in your palm. Anything to help calm your rapid heart down, just for a moment. “And, you can use this as a chance to distract yourself from that Renjun asshole.”

A sudden pain struck your chest like a lightning bolt to a lanky tree, barren in a grassland. You wince at the sudden calling of that name, your taste buds growing sour. You let out another soft sigh. You really need to get over him, fast. You stretch up from your seat, hoisting up the now empty dinner plate as you trudge towards the sink. But not before stopping in your tracks, tilting your head in Jaemin’s direction.

“I-uh-I’ll think about it.”

Oh, you thought about it, alright. Screamed into your poor, innocent pillow about it, at least.

It all zoomed too fast for you, too swift for your brain to handle. Your breathing grew short and shallow. You felt as if you could die, right then and there, gripping onto your bed sheets while freaking out about Na Jaemin, your bold roommate. No, you couldn’t take up his risque offer. You were in no shape to go on another date, even if it did have no actual meaning behind it. You were too tangled in your mess of a life, and this stupid move would only fan the fire.

You can use this as a chance to distract yourself from Renjun.

The phrase rang through your head more time than you would’ve liked. No matter how much you shielded yourself from his claim, Jaemin would still be right in that manner. You needed to distract yourself, sure. But was this the way to go?

Another sigh escapes your lips as you rush down the hall of your apartment. Your steps, hesitant as ever, dripping in a mix of confusion, exhaustion and nervousness. It’s official. You are the worst at well thought-out decisions.

“Hey” you huffed at your roommate, eyeing him timidly as he washes the dishes. Something your shaken figure couldn’t properly complete without breaking a glass that night. He shifts to face you, a slightly nervous expression painting him. You clear your throat before continuing, hoping that small cough would stop time in its tracks.

“I-I’ll go on that date with you.”

His classic boisterous smile spreads across his face once again. If your mind wasn’t rushing around in four different places at once, you could probably admit that you found it the slightest bit cute.

“Really? Thanks so much! How does this Saturday at 7 sound?”

You only had the mental energy to swiftly nod your head as you zoomed back into the confines of your room, your safe space. You couldn’t help but notice the heat rising back to your cheeks as you plopped back onto the bed, vigorously scrolling through your phone to find your saviours.

the gorls and shotaro [9:48pm]: guys I need help with something

the gorls and shotaro [9:49pm]: let’s meet at hina’s after class

...

“I don’t care if you’re just going on some fake date to lie to his friends, I still wanna make you look hot!” Hina never failed to leave you, Shotaro, and probably some people passing by her house, shaken by her booming voice. With her small, fragile looking frame, she was the last one you’d expect to have such a bold personality.

“Please, that’s the fifth dress in your closet she’s tried already. It’s just a fake date, we don’t even need to try hard!” Shotaro challenges, his attention leaving a now grumbling Hina as it turns towards you. “Why did you even say yes, anyways?”

“I dunno, I’m stupid?” You murmur, the hint of bitterness caught in your breath. You give a subpar twirl to your audience, a deadpan expression shielding your face. “I guess I wanna help him? It would suck to do all that homework for a week.”

“Yeah, but he could easily ask any other girl on the campus. This is freaking Na Jaemin we’re talking about!” Hina once again hollered. An action that would guarantee her a slap on the head if you didn’t love her so much.

“Are you sure it's just for that stupid bet?”

You slip into the makeshift change room, which was really just blankets hung on coat hangers, propped across two sides of a corner in Hina’s room. After making your final decision for your outfit of the night, you change back into your own clothes, stalling your response to Hina’s question. You never knew why you felt the need to stall, though. You should know your answer by now, right?

“Yeah, it’s just for the bet, nothing else.” You find your voice trailing off at those last words of yours as you emerge from the corner, holding the destined outfit that made the cut. Hina sighed, plopping onto the bed like the main character of those dramas after they finally find out they’re in love.

“Just make sure you aren’t lying to yourself, y/n. It could hurt you.”

“Oh really? Isn’t it time you listen to your own advice??” Shotaro provoked, Hina now shooting up from the bed in irritation. “How are things going with that Jeno guy, huh?”

“I am going to murder you.” Hina’s voice stayed low, barely trembling before zooming through the door, chasing a now escaping Shotaro and his incredibly fast feet. You, however, couldn’t pray for Shotaro’s survival. Not with your mind stuck in it’s own rut, and your cheeks now glowing a violent pink.

This was just for a bet, nothing else. You reminded yourself once again.

...

“This wasn’t too bad, right?” His soothing voice swam through your ears softly, but it did absolutely nothing to calm down your heart, which was currently pacing anywhere but your chest. You mustered up all the courage in the world to glance back at his eyes across the restaurant table, your breaths stopping in an effort to hide the sudden rush of blood flowing to your cheeks. With his unbothered eyes locking onto yours in an instant, Na Jaemin sent you another one of his heartache-inducing smiles. “Thanks for helping me with this.”

This shouldn’t be affecting you this much. After all, the only thing you and Jaemin really did was sit under the restaurant roof, order dishes deemed perfect under the social media lens, and take pictures with said dishes, becoming the perfect pieces of evidence to show that Na Jaemin was no coward. However, with the romantic, first date type outfit draped onto your figure, and the general ambience of the room, you couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit flustered. You shot him another smile, one hiding the forest fire that was your mental state. “Uh, yeah! No problem!”

Silence fell over the two of you as you listened to the clinks of glass sounding off from the dishwashing station behind you. A silence that you wanted to hold onto more than anything. But alas, Your roommate breaks it, glancing up from the ground.

“You look great, by the way.”

Your cheeks flush a deep vermillion. They’ve been doing that a lot lately.

“Thanks, Jaem.” You barely muster out, dodging his eyes. “But you don’t have to say stuff like that, this is all fake, remember?” You took the time to remind him, not fully sure who truly needed it. You fiddled with your fingers as your ears picked up the sudden ruckus of obnoxious college students coming from down the dining hall.

“You should ask her out, Jeno!” a voice chirped

“No! Are you crazy? She probably thinks I’m weird or something”

“I doubt it, you’re hot! Plus, she’s in my department! I can alway ask-”

“Guys, quick, look! Over there!”

The voices grew closer and closer, the whites of your eyes spilling more and more in utter shock. You can’t help but check on Jaemin, the same expression now burning through you. You mirrored each other so much, you could tell the exact words running through his mind right now. Mostly because they ran through yours, too. Oh Shit.

“JAEMIN!!” The voice of an irritating Lee Donghyuck rang through your ears at an alarming, and unwanted rate. The hollers of an equally aggravating Liu Yangyang from Jaemin’s class, swiftly followed, leaving behind the only tolerable one, Lee Jeno behind. “I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“Ahaha, hey!” Jaemin stuttered, panic overflowing in his eyes as the three intruders squished into the already occupied, two person booth. His eyes scanned the restaurant, grasping for any way to escape. Afterall, this was certainly not part of the plan. Donghyuck’s curious eyes scanned, too, his pupils finally focusing on you. “And who might this be?”

“I-I’m y/n” You stuttered out, your wrist feeling heavy as you began gesturing to the date in front of you. “I’m his da-”

A lightbulb jumped from Jaemin’s head, his shoulder jolting in response. Na Jaemin wasn’t one for outlandish pranks, especially if you were at the receiving end, which only made your thumping heart wonder; what the hell was he trying to pull now?

“She’s my date.”

Suddenly, your once isolated and vacant hand was tugged to the center of the dinner table before softly getting encased in his. His fingers, notably bigger than your nimble ones, interlocked with yours. Heat began to creep up at your ears. Who knew your hand fit so perfectly in his? You looked down, foolishly hoping that your cheeks would stop flushing into that embarrassing red if you hid it well enough. “See?”

“Oh!” Donghyuck lined his lips with a stupid grin, his eyebrows wiggling as he scoffs in disbelief. Yangyang riled up with excitement beside him, and even the calm Jeno couldn’t stop his jaw from falling to the floor. Na Jaemin did it. He really pulled it off. “I guess we’re disturbing something, then?”

“No worries! We were just about to leave, anyways” Jaemin still held onto that panicked tremble in his voice as the two of you shuffled through the restaurant booth. He stalked behind you before handing you your coat. “See you guys tomorrow!”

Your mind couldn’t help but focus on the light touch Jaemin’s palm left on the lower, small of your back as he gently escorted you from the restaurant. You felt like a princess, protected by your knight’s brute strength, as you tiptoed on your path of feathers. That darned flushed heat wouldn’t leave your cheeks. Na Jaemin, your one and only roommate, was driving you crazy.

The wind roughly brushes against your cheek as the two of you finally exit the restaurant. The breeze was the last thing you would’ve classified as comfortable, which was why you felt just the slightest twinge of disappointment once the warmth of his hand snaked away from you. His palm hugged the nape of his neck as his eyes softened from their former panic.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t know they’d show up so randomly.”

No, he had nothing to apologize for. It was your fault for being so greedy. You instinctively widen the distance between you, saving yourself from a wave of embarrassment.

“It’s fine.”

It’s official, you hated your weak heart more than anyone.

...

Three. There were three instances in which your heart was set on fire the next day, by none other than the infamous Na Jaemin, of course.

[10:49 am]

A violent GAME OVER! blasted through your ear drums as you slumped on the couch, watching your roommate die for the 70th time that evening. He let out an equally jolting groan, throwing the controller to the depths of your living room carpet before rushing to check if it was okay. You sat promptly on the couch he leaned against, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as if last night you didn’t experience the most heart-collapsing date in the 19 years of your life.

Your heart still hasn’t properly healed from it, either. Every time you pass by him in the halls, whether it be a quick snack or a glass of water, your heart never fails to tense up, your throat tightening up in a cruel response. You swear, Na Jaemin was out for your blood the moment he asked you to stay in the living room with him, even if it was to simply watch him fail play.

“Aw fuck me!” Jaemin suddenly blurted out as he examined the now loosened control button. As if on cue, an army of redness storms through your cheeks as you listen in, his simple word choice setting you off. Your head shakes vigorously enough to give you a pounding headache, before you get the chance to fill your head with certain spoiled thoughts. Wow, you really are evil.

You didn’t spare him the explanation for your sudden departure from the living room couch. All you knew was that your mind and heart were running haywire, and the only thing that could stop you from thinking about your roommate as anything but your roommate was a deep rethinking of your own morals beside your castle of stuffed animals.

[2:45 pm]

“Here, I’ll get that for you.” Jaemin’s towering figure shielded your back from the apartment kitchen as he stretched over, retrieving the ranging dish your pitiful frame couldn’t reach. He closed the air between you, his extended chest grazing your shoulder as you stood frozen, your mouth gaping open. He sends you a playful grin as he hands you the plate. “You should try growing a little more, y/n!”

You were too stuck in your questionable haze to tighten your grip on the glass plate, so it was only natural to feel the glass slip through your fingers, shards of the crisp material scattering around your bare feet. Frightened, Jaemin scurried below you, the gentleness of his fingers as he picks up each shard of glass sending butterflies to your stomach.

“Oh my god! Y/n, are you alright!?” You wanted to scoff at his face. Of course you weren’t.

“Uh, yeah. I’m okay.”

He glances up from below you, his fingers circling the new scratch on your foot that only surfaced from your astound clumsiness.

“Be careful next time, alright?”

You nod hesitantly, staying frozen as Jaemin swiftly works around you; throwing out the dangerous glass shards, running away to retrieve your first aid kit, and patching up your pathetic wound in what felt like one swift heartbeat. God, how pathetic were you?

[8:22 pm]

“Have you seen my hoodie? The blue one?” Jaemin showed no mercy to your innocent door as it swung straight into the wall beside it. You let out an award-winning shriek, your once calm figure jumping from its curled up position. “I think it’s in your laundry bin.”

What he actually had on was...minimal. Nothing but tousled, damp hair and a white towel hooked around his waist. You would let out another shriek if you wanted to, but the lack of air reaching your lungs, all from the utter shock of a half-naked Na Jaemin in your wake, stopped you from spitting out any kind of noise imaginable. You dig your fingernails into the flesh of your poor teddy bear as you shield your eyes from your door frame.

“Gahh! What are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh.” It finally clicked in his mind that his current appearance was not for the faint of heart. Not for yours, at least. You let out another ear- piercing wail. “Put on a shirt already!!”

Jaemin let out a boastful, childish laugh. He leaned over, digging for your eyes, which were currently finding anything else to lay their attention on. “What, are you getting flustered?”

Your eyes finally meet up with his as he keeps you hostage with his stare. A familiar heat storms up your cheeks for the millionth time that evening as you grip the limb of another one of your stuffies on standby. With one final whine, you chuck the plush at his direction. Your lack of looking back all in an effort to hide your glowing red face, out for revenge. “Get out!”

“You’re so cute, y/n.” Jaemin teasingly hums as he slips out of your door frame. You let out an exhausted huff, your chest loosening so much, you’re convinced you haven’t been properly breathing before then.

Na Jaemin will seriously be the death of you.

...

You knew it was cowardly, but you just had to run away. Your weak heart wouldn’t be able to survive otherwise.

You wisp into the barren walls of the dance studio, the flickering lights blinding your vision as you switch them on. You shuffle to the corner of the room, dropping your bag before fumbling with the music station. A soothing song swims through your ears as you settle down in the center of the room, an eye keeping watch of your posture. You close your eyes. Maybe this will finally calm your heart down.

You start slowly, an arm traveling artistically through the air as your legs twirl around the floor. The melody of the music carries your limbs away, leaving your mind alone to think.

They were just simple interactions, a simple slip up ending with a broken dish, a simple choice of words, a simple clasp of the hands to keep up with some measly lie. They were such small things, so why did your heart light up in flames everytime? Why did each instance leave a staining image of Jaemin in your mind, everytime?

You think back to the man that held your heart, before brutally smashing it with his own fist. Huang Renjun. He hasn’t grazed your mind for quite some time now, but this familiar feeling wasn’t exactly pleasurable. Your heart soaked itself in that same lonely feeling, the desire to cling back. You froze from your dance, expecting full well your mind would submerge in a pool of sorrow. Yet, this week was just full of surprises, wasn’t it?

Another image of your horrid roommate flies into your mind, your head mentally swatting it away like a pestering insect. Nonetheless, it’s trailed back, persistent as ever, as you grumble your way to turn off the music. Na Jaemin, wins again.

You could admit, Jaemin kept his promise at shielding your mind away from your failing love life, but he never warned you about the repercussions that were of him seeping into a corner of your heart. His risque, almost flirty behaviour, his teasing remarks, a smile that would brighten up a barren world. He just wouldn’t leave your mind. Yet, you knew you couldn’t have him. If your forest fire of a romance with Renjun had taught you anything, it was that you couldn’t love. You were too clueless, too childish to properly hold someone’s heart. You didn’t deserve anyone’s love.

After gathering your belongings, you trek out the door. You were so lost in your thoughts, not even the thing you held to your heart so dearly, dancing, could pull you out of your rut. You were in no state to go back home just yet, so your fingers trace your phone screen to look for Hina, your resident childhood friend and therapist, apparently. And you wished you had the luxury of plopping onto Hina’s bed, screaming out all your anger into her pillow as she sneaks snacks up to her room, but your horrid life had other plans.

A familiar figure stop’s in their tracks, their bag swaying in their grasp一a grasp that was almost loosened in pure shock一 as they connect their eyes to yours. You stay frozen, your breath hitching as you search for anything to say. And by the looks of it, they were doing the same.

“Y-y/n?” The voice of a flabbergasted Huang Renjun rings through your ear. “W-what are you doing here?”

...

It didn’t take Jaemin long to realize you had left early that morning. Your dance bag left an awkward space beside your night stand in its absence, the dish drying rack was already occupied, with one simple plate and a glass turned over. But more importantly, Jaemin woke up with an empty, lost feeling rumbling inside him一something he only felt when you weren’t around.

It first occurred during the third week of splitting rent, when you joined the school’s dance team. You had left the room without a trace, leaving Jaemin to search for you like a lost puppy to its reluctant owner, instead of getting ready for his afternoon class. He tried his best to brush it off as simple boredom, but with the way his vision simply lights up in your presence, even he started to get suspicious of himself.

He couldn’t quite pinpoint it at first, the very reason you always trailed in his mind. It could have been anything. Your immense amount of talent, the wisp of anonymity that surrounded you, one he strived to break to get to know you better. The angelic personality he was first greeted with once he did break down that barrier. Anything about you could’ve easily pulled his heart closer to you. He was in love.

Nevertheless, he clearly wasn’t obvious enough, as within weeks of beginning your college career, your figure was cradled in the arms of another man. Huang Renjun, resident A+ student and Jaemin’s childhood classmate.

As the days pass by, and he becomes bombarded with endless homework, the two of you slowly drift apart, returning to the simple ‘roommate’ label on your contact lists. He resorts to the abundance of girls around the campus. Hoping each one he’d fool around with could finally get his head away from you. Yet, as he always comes home just to see your face, so did his heart, apparently.

Don’t get him wrong, he felt terrible the night you trudged home in tears, the fresh sadness of a break up welling through you. And he tried everything in his power to make you feel better, though it never worked. But一 and he would rather kill a man than ever let this slip from his tongue一he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit relieved that you were finally in his grasp once again.

“So, how serious are you? About her?” Jeno quizzed through the phone, a now distressed Na Jaemin on the other side of the line. Jaemin fell onto the bed, dust particles jumping into the air.

“I really like her” Jaemin huffed.

“So? Then go tell her! You should be with her, not here blabbering about her to me. Look, you don’t have anything to worry about, Jaem. It’s not like she’s in a relationship anymore.”

Jaemin's eyes widen and Jeno’s nonchalant words. That's right. You weren’t taken anymore. Not trapped in the confines of another man’s arms. It was what he was fighting for, all those months ago. Na Jaemin finally had a shot with you.

“Are you sure you like her?” Jeno pulled Jaemin back to reality as Jaemin scrambled to the bathroom. He placed the device down on the bathroom sink, his eyes locking in with his reflection from the bathroom mirror. “Yeah.”

He chuckled to himself before ending the call, an image of you rolling into his mind. ‘Like’ would be a deep understatement. He was in love, has been for months now, and he was finally ready to tell the truth. He probably looked like a little kid hungry for ice cream, but he didn’t care. He paced out the door. He was going to finally have you, once and for all.

...

“She and I are good, yeah.” Renjun stuttered out, not looking past the drink he hastily purchased before the two of you sat down in the campus cafe. “What about you? How have you been?”

With all your might, you stopped your throat from belting out a petty laugh. How have you been? Was he being serious? You’ve been pleasant, aside from all the inner turmoil ringing through your heart at the moment. You sent a bogus smile at the man in front of you. “I’ve been...alright.”

The awkward silence suffocated you, squeezing your throat so tight, not a single sliver of air could slip through. Why did he come across you now of all times? And why did he have to be so much more emotionally sound than you were? Renjun shifted around, clearing his chest with a small ahem! You knew he was always a man who would never beat around the bush, and today was no exception.

“I’m sorry…” His sudden confession shook you to your core, the liquid inside your glass mimicking your shivering movements. Your eyes, out of pure shock, finally take the courage to graze across Renjun as he continues. “I’m sorry for leaving you like that, I know I didn’t give you that much of an explanation back then.”

Your eyes retire back to the wooden table in front of you. He didn’t need to apologize. He didn’t need to explain himself at all, not when your greedy heart was at fault. “I knew I couldn’t give you what you wanted. I wasn’t enough for you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Renjun.” You were having enough trouble forgetting him as it is, you didn’t need this.

“I didn’t wanna lie to myself, so that’s why I left you so abruptly like that.” He explains, his fingers turning white from his grip on the coffee cup. Your breaths grow short, your mind scurrying to find the hidden meaning behind his words. All this time, your mind retired to the idea of him running away from your clinging figure, claiming that now rash narrative as valid; correct. Tearing your heart up into little pieces in the process.

“So we didn’t break up because I was being...selfish?”

“Selfish? Of course not.” He comforted. “You deserve someone else, someone way better than me.”

Your mind trails back to your roommate once again, his smile growing more contagious. You find your lips sneaking in a small smile at the thought of him. Except, this time, no twinge of sorrow had followed. Like a bag of bricks lifted off your shoulders, you were finally free. You shined a genuine grin, your first in a long while. “So, we’re good?”

“Of course, y/n.”

You were so trapped in your own childish thoughts, you didn’t notice the hasty booming steps crash through the cafe door frame.

“Y/N!” The voice of your roommate flew through your ears, striking you like a deer caught in blinding headlights. His volume was so loud, you wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard him from the outside of the cafe. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”

...

Usually, Na Jaemin was laid back. Generally unbothered with a smirk lining his lips every now and then. It was one of the ways he stayed on top of the collective campus hierarchy for so long, he was always calm, cool, and collected. He always was, except for today. Instead, he was scrambling at his feet, thumbing through every inch of the school, looking for the infamous y/n.

He finally skips to the cafe, the faint scent of coffee and flavouring overtaking him. He was a panting mess, his hands gripping at the bolts of his knees as he leaned over in pure exhaustion. It was weird, Jaemin always considered himself to be decently fit. It must’ve been you, suddenly turning his world upside down.

She’s gotta be here.

As if on cue, your head pops up on the corner of his eye, basking under the afternoon sunlight which generously seeped through the cafe window. Your eyes weren’t on him, but that wasn’t the worst of his problems. His eyes travel further down your direction, his limp legs mindlessly following like a puppet on two strings. Your eyes weren’t on Jaemin. They were on someone else.

Renjun.

A familiar clenching feeling pulls on his heart harshly, so much so, that his hands reach up to palm the pain through his chest. He’s only felt this rude awakening one other time in the 19 years of his life; the moment you left the house on your first ever date with Huang Renjun. A flame ignites within him as he stalks up to the table. With his heaving breaths and awkward, stiff posture, it was inevitable he'd summon a couple of stares from various customers, but he couldn’t care less.

Usually, Na Jaemin was laid back, but because of you, he became this gross, jealous, poor excuse of a man.

“You didn’t have to be so loud, you know!” You found your voice peaking at the end of your sentence, probably gathering more attention than what you were currently lecturing Jaemin for. A blush stained the circles of your cheeks, though you were never quite sure whether it was the embarrassment of being the center of attention, or the fact that Na Jaemin came rushed and disheveled, looking for you. You cleared your throat to hide your obscene thoughts一a practice you’ve been getting the hang of, lately. “What did you need from me anyway-”

“Why were you with him.” Jaemin cut in. Although, with his stone cold frame now towering over you, his eyes; unassuming and distant, and shallow, hitched breaths, you weren’t even certain this was the same roommate you couldn’t get out of your head for the past week. You simply wave your hand away.

“We just happened to meet up by accident, and we got to talk some stuff out, that's all.” You prayed that your calm voice could soothe the currently tempered man before you. Of course, however, it didn’t.

“Was it really?”

“Yes! Okay, Jaem? What’s with you today?”

“Don’t visit him anymore.” His voice boomed towards the end of his sentences, startling even the finest of nature as two innocent birds fly away in fear.

Something didn’t click, didn’t sit right in your head. Since when was he so demanding? So rude? You found yourself slowly backing away from his figure, an action you thought you’d have to do in your life. Before, he was always a safe space for you, even without your confusing feelings for him. He was always there for you. But now, the air around turned gray, and you were scared more than anything. You scoff, throwing Jaemin off.

“Are you telling me what to do?”

“I’m only worried for you, y/n.”

“Worried about what, exactly? That I’d get back with Renjun?” You stand firm before him. Y/n, what the hell are you doing now. To your own dismay, you continue. “Why would you care about that anyways?”

“Am I not allowed to care about you!?” He practically hollered at the top of his lungs. A fire welled up inside you, with no way of fanning it down. Who does this guy think he is?

“Last time I checked, we didn’t have anything real! Everything between us was all a damn lie! So no, maybe you don’t!”

You lay one final blow straight to Jaemin’s chest, knocking him down like a line of concurred dominoes. Your heart clenches in a cruel response. You were right, factually correct, but the truth always came with a price. Spectators began to crowd around the scene, as a fuming Jaemin stalks towards you, closing the distance between your shoulder blades and brick wall behind you.

“WELL MAYBE I WANTED SOMETHING REAL!” Jaemin retorted, eyes holding a flame you never thought your calm roommate could ignite within him. The air around you grew cautious, the only things sounding off were the weary engines driving past the scene of the crime. His breath grew shallow as it brushed against your skin, your trembling figure watching as he let out an aggravated sigh. His fingers, laced in irritation, comb through his hair as he softens his voice into one final whisper.

“But you don’t want anything like that, right? ‘Cause you’re still caught up with that Renjun asshole?”

“Jae-”

“Forget it” Jaemin spits, his eyes finally dodging yours. He backs away from your trembling figure, his hands buried in his pockets as he quickened his pace away from you. Jaemin hissed under his breath, everything finally clearing up in his head. You didn’t want him, You were never ready to move on. It’s official, Na Jaemin couldn’t have you, and he never will.

...

Your brain always had a knack for remembering things, keeping random nuggets of knowledge stored deep within random crevices of your head. Your brain always had a good memory, and today was no exception.

Forget it.

You could probably liven up a lifeless desert with your endless tears that stained Hina’s pillows that night. It would be life or death to retire properly to your own home, not with the atrocity that was this afternoon still thriving in your wake. One more bottled emotion, and your body would simply burst out of existence. You could only properly pinpoint three of them; exhaustion welling up in your feet, confusion tearing through your brain, and guilt overflowing in your heart.

“What am I gonna do?” you weep through the flesh of Hina’s teddy bear. After tossing the empty pop can into her makeshift trash can, Hina plopped onto her bed beside you, drilling a finger straight into her temple. “You need to tell him how you feel, y/n, you can’t just leave him in the dark like that. That’s probably why he got so riled up.”

Your eyes shake as they stay on the ground. Hina shuffles around arms crossing in a full interrogation. “You do know what you want, right?”

Slowly, and without much thought pulling at your strings, you slowly nod. “Well then, what is it?”

An image of your roommate shines into your head once again. The kind roommate you had the great luxury of coming home to, the one always saving you a slice of frozen pizza for when you arrive, the one who reaches the irritating dishes at the top of the cupboard, the one you couldn't get out of your mind. His heartwarming demeanour, his charming smile, his everything. You can’t lie to yourself anymore. With a twinge of determination, you lock eyes with Hina.

“I want it all to be real. I wanna be with Jaemin.”

Hina rested her back onto the plump mattress, a smug grin lining her lips as she crossed her arms in pride. “So you’re finally gonna start listening to me, hm?”

...

“Are you sure about this, Jaem?” Yangyang has never一in Jaemin’s two years of knowing him一sounded so concerned for his friend’s wellbeing. It sent shivers down his spine, how pitiful Jaemin must’ve looked right now. His fingers grasped the horrendous stack of papers; one wrong move could easily decorate the floor with the homework, and Jaemin was...concerned, to say the least.

“Why are we even doing this? You won the bet!” Donghyuck hugged his own stack close to his chest as the three boys watched Jaemin’s head sink low to the floor, and watched his heart sink even lower. “Yeah, about that...”

Even if the truth hurts, it needs to be said, right?

“...Y/n wasn’t my date at the restaurant. I never asked anyone out, actually. The truth is… she’s my roommate. I only asked her out on a fake date so I could keep the bet going.”

Jaemin felt the confused, yet somber stares of Jeno burn through his skin. It only made sense that Jeno had a few questions; Na Jaemin’s beaten up, hunched over figure was nothing like the lovestruck, head-over-heels Jaemin he’d witnessed just a couple of days prior. “But it didn’t work out that well with her, so here I am, ready for the punishment.”

It struck Jaemin’s chest more times that could count, slashing at his heart, his pride, everything he loved. How could he be so foolish? Convincing himself his simple crush could ever reciprocate his feelings. Could ever love him back. Nevertheless, it was more clear now than ever before. To you, he would always just have one label; a simple roommate.

“Jaemin-” Donghyuck reluctantly brushed his palm on Jaemin’s shoulder, his best excuse for a peace offering. Jaemin, however, finally snapped, shooting a glare through the eyes of his rather persistent friends.

“What? You were right, okay? I can’t get any girl I want. I really am just a coward, so I deserve this!” Jaemin slumped his figure一drenched in a sorrow he’s gotten quite familiar with, as of late一into a cheap, cafeteria chair, his heart leaping through his throat.

“She was the only one I wanted, anyway, so what’s the point?”

“I think you got a few things wrong there, buddy.” A familiar voice rang through Jaemin’s ears. The whites of his eyes spilled out of their sockets as Jaemin shot up. You couldn’t blame him, though. The last thing he expected to see was his childhood classmate, Huang Renjun, before him. “You still have a chance with y/n, Jaemin.”

Jaemin sent a rough hiss at Renjun before slowly backing down at Renjun’s unnaturally calm demeanour. “What?”

“I’m not after her anymore, nor is she after me.”

Jaemin’s eyebrows wrinkled. “Then why-”

“It was an accident, we didn’t mean to meet up like that. And that talk at the cafe? It was all for closure. It was something she and I both needed, a lot, if I might add.”

“So… you weren’t trying to get her back?”

Renjun squinted at the utter dumbassary currently blinding him at the moment. “No, are you stupid? I have a girlfriend. And besides, when she first saw you barge into the cafe, her flustered reaction tells me she feels the same way, so I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Heat rushed over to Jaemin’s cheeks, the cause being a 50-50 blend of pure embarrassment一from letting his jealous heart take over his mind一and the simple, but beautiful thought of you. Everything started to fall back in their rightful places. His head was finally cleared, his anger had finally wisped away. And more importantly, you were moment’s away from being his. Moments away from retiring the ‘roommate’ label.

Donghyuck leaped from his seat. A directing hand pointed towards the dance department wing as Donghyuck shifted into his ‘fight or flight’ stance, riling up with energy. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? CONFESS!!”

Without any further hesitation, Jaemin shot from his seat, his eyes etched with determination, and his heart moments away from bursting through his chest. Donghyuck let out a defeated sigh, arms crossing in disappointment. “God, I can’t believe the campus playboy is such a wuss!”

...

Your easily distracted mind had made it maddeningly clear; no song, no matter what the tempo or melody, could take your mind off of your one and only roommate, Na Jaemin. It also didn’t matter that you spent a whopping one night without his bedroom just across the hall from yours; as your heart was still drenched in the guilt you couldn’t seem to get rid of. However, one thing was made clear that night. Your heart purely and utterly belonged to Na Jaemin alone. Only one thing stayed in your way; he may more may not hate your guts now.

Your palms dripped in a cold sweat as your limbs begrudgingly swam in the air. It was bad enough your dance instructor gave not one, but two lectures about getting distracted to blow your ears dry, but even after that public display of embarrassment, your head couldn’t stop recounting the different ways you could finally tell Na Jaemin the truth; the whole truth.

I want the real thing with you

I don’t just want something fake, Jaemin

I wanna be with you

That last statement threw your cheeks into a heated, rosy frenzy. You cup your hands attempting to hide your horrid thoughts as your dance instructor, with a few deadpan words, sets your class free for the evening. You scurry to the corner, peacefully shoving your things into your bag when Shotaro’s voice suddenly rings behind your ear.

“Y/n? Oh yeah, she’s right over there.”

“Great, thanks.”

You freeze on the spot. You could recognize that voice from a mile away. It was almost concerning on your part.

“Y/n!” The voice yelps, in a tone you hadn’t heard in a while. You smile under your breath. You missed his cheerful voice. You slowly prop up, dropping your bag to the depths of the dance room floor. You pivot on your heel, your chest coming face to face with none other than Na Jaemin, in the flesh. “I need to tell you something.”

After scrambling out of the dance room, certainly not attracting the attention of any unwanted instructors, the two of you hide behind the studio entrance. Jaemin stood just centimeters before you, his breath shivering despite the warmer weather. Although, and you wouldn’t be surprised, but this warm sensation could simply be deriving from your cheeks, which was nothing new.

“I’m sorry I lashed out at you yesterday, I never wanted to be mean to you or anything, I was just… heated, yeah.” Jaemin finally began, scratching the nape of his neck. You didn’t like the fact that he was the one apologizing to you, when you knew it should’ve been the other way around. “You don’t need to say sorry, Jaem. I lashed out too and-”

“I was being all selfish, when I really should’ve been thinking clearly. I-I was jealous when I saw you two together, and I couldn’t take it.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Jealous? He was jealous?

“Truth is… I’ve liked you for some time now, probably ever since we first met. And while the fake date was really fake…” His eyes finally lock yours up, keeping them hostage in his determined glare. “...I really wanted something real between us.”

Jaemin’s hand reached down, cupping your nimble fingers in it as he kept his eye contact tight. His breath hitched as he eyed you, all flustered and adorable with your eyebrows furrowed in a hopeful confusion. Everything about you made him want to cradle you in his arms, never letting go, forever.

“Can I be more than just your roommate, y/n?”

You stayed frozen, mouth gaping wide open at every confession he threw at you. You stayed so still, the only thing visibly moving on your body was the rapid blush zooming through your ears and cheeks, except this time, you didn’t feel the sudden urge to hide such a sensation. Your mind didn’t carry the necessary brian capacity properly function, so naturally, your arms did the job for you.

Your palms cupped the edges of Jaemin’s jaw, a sudden confidence surging through you as you pulled him closer. The tips of your noses collide moments before the surfaces of your lips. You melt into a passion filled kiss, a kiss that’s been pending since the day you first moved in together. Jaemin hugs the small of your waist as you hug his neck. Instinctively, your stomach tucks itself, hiding the embarrassing butterflies fluttering within it. You felt like a celebrity, kissing the campus’ pretty boy; Na Jaemin. Your eyes flicker open.

“Of course you can.”

Your’s and Jaemin’s world crashes back into reality at the sound of a pestering holler, one which Jaemin could only sigh in grief to in response. You turn around only to find a snooping crowd right behind you. Shotaro, joined with two of Jaemin’s friends you first met at the restaurant; Yangyang and Donghyuck, jump for joy at the sight of you two, while a distressed Hina rips her hair out at the fact that she missed the most world shattering confession scene known to man. Jeno, to the right of her, calms her down in a heartbeat. Those two were really perfect for each other. You turn back to Jaemin, a wide grin now taking over his face. He tightens the grip around your hand, a hand that you noticed he’s never let go since he first arrived at your department.

“Do you have another class after this?” “No, why?”

A sly smirk lines his lips as he raises an eyebrow. “Then, shall we go home, darling?”

Gosh, he was such a dork. “Of course.”

…

The long awaited kiss between Hina and Jeno was much more dramatic than any first kiss you could’ve imagined. In fact, it was practically ripped right out the current episode of the drama you and Jaemin had settled down to watch. The air was filled with cheerful hollers roaring from Yangyang and Shotaro and the pathetic wails of Donghyuck realizing that一with Shotaro’s crush on the new girl on campus and the random girl Yangyang met online一he would be the last one standing in the terribly single committeeTM. Jaemin grumbled beside you, his head tucked under your chin as you sat cradled in his arms

“Jeez, Jeno’s stealing my thunder!”

“Let them live, Jaem. They’re in love.”

Jaemin huffed with over exaggeration. “I can’t believe Jeno would betray me like that!”

You pulled Jaemin’s chin up, his face now inches from yours. “Why don’t you forget about them, alright? Just focus on me instead.”

The two of you lean into a kiss, basking in the afternoon sunlight that was peeking through the campus roof. It didn’t matter who was around you anymore, whether they were random strangers or your annoying yet close knit friends. You had already won at life, being the girlfriend of the infamous Na Jaemin; your very special roommate.

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The Great Upheaval of Percy Weasley: Mirrors

Percy Weasley x OC

Summary: Defense Against the Dark Arts takes a turn for the worst.

Warnings: angst, fluff

MASTERLIST

mirrors -n- eyes that stare back haunt me, but when you join the reflection becomes clear.

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Professor Lupin quickly became Elle’s favorite teacher. It wasn’t difficult when the rest of her favorites had raging flaws.

Professor Sprout was incessantly bubbly. She never had anything bad to say about anyone, ever. And while many students found that to be a blessing, Elle couldn’t stand it. Nothing said lack of a challenge like a teacher who never gave bad marks. Some days she messed up purpose, begging for a snap, but one never came. She was always full of sweet, encouraging words that never seemed to do Elle’s work justice. Her sole saving grace was that she allowed Elle to wander around the greenhouse after hours if only to understand her garden’s magical properties and the way they could be combined and altered.

Professor McGonagall cared far too much for technique and not enough about creativity. The lion for example, a beautiful display of transfiguration and she was being punished for it. Didn’t matter that no one had ever been able to accomplish that as sixth year, all that mattered was that her technique was off.

And it goes without saying Professor Snape hated her. The only teacher who managed to keep her challenged while still allowing for creativity hated her for the color of her tie. It’s not to say that in the beginning she didn’t try to make him love her work, and she had certainly succeeded, but that didn’t stop him from hating her every being.

Professor Lupin was the wonder of all three. Creative, challenging, and without the obsession of technique, plus he didn’t seem to hate anyone. Her certainly tolerated her and her temper towards her partner.

It didn’t matter that Percy kept her company in empty classrooms, she still wanted nothing more than embarrass in front of everyone who dared to watch. And as she walked into class that beautiful Wednesday morning that was all she had on her mind, beating Percy Weasley into the ground while wide blue eyes asked why.

However, that didn’t seem to be the plan for this particular Wednesday.

Desks were pushed to the sides and a large shaking wardrobe sat in the center.

Clouds were covering her Wednesday morning.

Percy fell into place beside her, a single finger drawing down her arm alerting her to his presence. She would have flinched a month ago, but a month ago she didn’t have the Head Boy touching her whenever he got close enough. There was no romance to it, neither them were stupid enough to fall for that, but it certainly was edging on addiction. When she had first suggested it she had assumed it was simply an attempt to keep her mind busy and to relieve herself of the incessant drive to kiss him again.

Instead of relieving she only wanted more, and from the number of times he had dragged her into the Restricted Section of the library he had once dubbed to pure, she was sure he was suffering from the same craving.

His finger never left her arm until Lupin stepped in from his office, and then he was back to being the perfect child. It was a good thing he did too, because when Lupin announced the creature hiding in that wardrobe, she might have ended anyone who touched her.

The dreaded Boggart.

She considered refusing, storming away and hiding until class was over. But that would be defeat, and she would let Percy Weasley face the thing he feared very most if she wasn’t going to do the same. That would be cowardice and just as her tie stated, she was not a coward.

Lupin reminded that it was just for fun, one last go around before he had it destroyed. There would be no grade, it was just a bit of relaxer, he assured them.

Elle felt anything but relaxed.

She made her way as close to the end as she could manage, head held high. She thought she had gotten past the lesson of Boggarts in her third year without a hitch. Quirrell was too much of a coward to bring live creatures into the classroom so it had been nothing more than bookwork and theory. Now the shaking wardrobe was standing before her, mocking her and Percy, who had somehow ended up behind her, was going to see her fail for the first time ever.

She gnawed her black nails as she drew closer to the front, biting off the carefully grown ends. Five people, then three, and then one. It turned into a ghost, and then as she cast the spell is dropped to the floor like a forgotten bedsheet. She closed her eyes and took a step forward, breathing deeply.

The sheet rose, a body forming beneath it and then with familiar fingers, it pulled the sheet away revealing something that was almost a mirror. She looked the way she should have, the way her mother would have liked it. Classic, a beige two-piece set, nude pumps, no eyeliner. She didn’t have braids, her mother hated those too. Instead it was let loose, long curls, she could imagine a ribbon tying them back She was longer, more fluid this way. And her grey eyes, the ones that always stared back at her in the mirror, were looking at her the same way she looked at Percy Weasley. Her mirror’s wand was out before she could react, and she was flying across the classroom into the desks that had been placed against the wall.

That dreaded fear of the what-could-have-beens. A stronger, more respected witch stared down at her, mocking her as she advanced. Elle yanked her wand out.

“R-riddikulus,” she stuttered, but there was no fun idea to trade out for the fear that kept inching closer. And then, out of the corner of her eye she caught sight Percy, watching with something that fell between terror and apt fascination. She uttered the spell again, determined to beat him, but her mirror kept advancing. “Riddikulus, Riddikulus, Riddikulus,” she screamed until someone stepped in front of her.

She thought it was Lupin at first, until her mirror image turned to Percy’s. The Head Boy stared down his mirror, and with only a slight tremor to his voice raised his wand and uttered the magical words. It dashed into a thousand pieces like she wished it had done for her.

Lupin was speaking but she couldn’t hear a thing. The blood rushing through her ears made her dizzy as Percy turned, and without a hint of arrogance helped her to her feet. She stumbled a little, catching his shoulder as she tipped forwards.

He caught his hand on her waist. It slid beneath her robe and to the small of her back, a small comfort.

“Meet me.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” she gasped before pulling away and gathering her things. Lupin tried to talk to her, as did Dinah, but all she wanted to do was run, and that’s what she did. She relished in the sounds of her boots hitting the floor, grateful they weren’t heels.

How could she be so stupid?

She could already hear the rumors they would make about her. The first time she had encountered a boggart she had been eleven. She had whispered the same things to herself that they would whisper to each other. It hadn’t attacked her that first time, it hadn’t felt threatened, not when she terrified at the sight of herself climbing out of an old trunk. She thought she had been going crazy, she had cried to Madam Pomfrey for what seemed like hours, unable to articulate the sight. Eventually everything was explained, and she was excused to go to her room, but she had vowed to beat it, whatever it meant, the next she encountered a boggart it was going to be different.

It clearly wasn’t.

She ran a hand over a braid and charged into Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, throwing her book bag against the wall, and staring into the mirror. That was who she wanted to see, this was her, not that preppy priss who managed to tower over her with a single raised eyebrow.

Her grey eyes were still lined with black liner and her hair was still tied in two long braids. That mirage was just that, an illusion that existed only within her mind. She punched the mirror, watching as it shattered upon impact. Carelessly, she watched her knuckles bleed before whirling around at the sound of a girlish laugh. Myrtle was peering over a stall, resting her head on her folded arms. Couldn’t she leave someone to angst in peace?

“Fuck off.”

“It’s my bathroom,” she reminded indignantly.

“Fine, I’ll leave.” She huffed and gathered the books that had spilled across the floor during her tantrum. Blood soaked onto the pages and she swore violently. Could this day really get any fucking worse? She slammed open the door again, ignoring the whispers of the girls who had watched her enter the bathroom in the first place.

“I’d be scared if I looked like that too,” one whispered and Elle rolled her eyes. Fucking fourth years. She allowed her gaze to meet the girl who had spoke and pulled out her wand.

“Want to say that to my fucking face?” The fourth year squeaked as she advanced. Elle was convinced she would have ruined those gossiping pricks entire week had Percy not walked around the corner looking for her.

“Elle!” She considered ignoring him but decided snogging in some dark corner would be better for her mood than removing femurs from insolent children. She sent them one last fiery glare before stalking towards Weasley.

If he wanted anything other than snog her, she was going to explode.

She followed him silently, itching to get her hands on that cocky ginger. The moment they turned the corner into an empty corridor, she pounced. He pulled her into a broom cupboard, locking it behind them as she attacked him with lustful ferocity. She ripped open his shirt, black nails raking along pale skin.

“Elle, you’re bleeding,” he muttered breathlessly.

“Fuck, sorry,” she swore. Truth be told, she had forgotten the moment he had stepped into view. She pulled out her wand to heal the cuts, but he had already beat her to it. With soft movements the cuts closed, and the stains disappeared until there was no evidence of the injury. She sucked in a deep breath as he watched her, already itching to kiss him again.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked as she grabbed him.

“No,” she mumbled against his lips, but he pushed her away, hands pressing against her shoulders. “Percy, I said I don’t want to talk about it.” She leaped forward again, but he shoved her against the wall. A mop or two clattered to the ground at the impact and she swallowed.

“Sorry,” he muttered, loosening his grip. She wished he hadn’t apologized. “It’s just, you’re not the only one who saw yourself today.” Elle blinked as she thought back to the moments when he had stepped in front of her. He had seemed without fear then, but now he was shifting nervously, unable to meet her eyes. She reached out and took his face more tenderly than she had anticipated. Blue met grey and her stomach rolled uncomfortably.

“Thank you,” she muttered before kissing him. That was uncharacteristically tender too. When she pulled away, he was smiling softly. “And I’m sorry I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Elle, I’m not saying you have to. I just want you to know you’re not the only one who had to face yourself today.” Behind sharp eyes, Elle could feel herself welling up. From the first time she had seen herself staring back she had felt like an enigma that couldn’t be solved. She had been a solitary being, but now Percy, who couldn’t be more different was the same. Her stomach turned again, and she nodded, quickly kissing him before he noticed the tears building in her eyes.

This time he didn’t try to push her away but pulled her closer. She dug her fingers through his hair and didn’t hesitate to respond as he wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her up against the wall. Fingers slipped beneath her skirt, denting soft skin with hunger.

“Fuck,” she growled as he wrapped a braid around his fist, tugging it until her neck was exposed to soft lips and harsh teeth. She grabbed his shoulders, holding on tightly as he almost hesitantly nipped at her pulse. He ran his mouth up her neck and along her jaw, nipping at her ear until she was moaning his name. He found her lips again to quiet her soft whispers, catching the taste of his name leaving her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered her legs, pulling him tighter against her lips.

“Good talk,” he muttered when they pulled away for air and she laughed.

“Excellent talk, best one we’ve had yet.”

“Shall we talk some more?”

“McGonagall’s going to hang us.”

“I’ve already explained it to her. You’ve ran off and I’ve gone to check on you, it’s terribly tragic really,” he whispered, and she grinned before pressing herself against him once more.

“I knew I was snogging a genius.” And then they proceeded to talk much, much more.

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alextir-creates · 3 years

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Barrissoka Fankids (Updated) by Tigrette-of-Fire

Hey everyone! Folks who’ve been following me for long enough might remember my Barrissoka fankids. Sorry about the reposting – I took these guys down a while ago to do design updates, but then distinctly didn’t remember to save my caption for the work and have largely been too embarrassed to put them back up.

Some days I am filled with regret.

However, I’ve been able to re-put together most of the info about them, so I’m finally reposting! More info and the image description under the cut!

Kovis, Isu, and Berall are intended to be Barriss and Ahsoka’s biological children. It’s space with sci-fi tech and they’re both aliens – who’s to say that they couldn’t have biological kids? Also, trans people exist. I don’t have specific headcanons about that, mostly because it feels really transphobic and fetishistic to headcanon one of them as trans just so they could have biological children. Just… yikes. The point though is just not to be cisnormative.

I originally had all three of these guys having the surname name “Tano-Offee,” but I’m less sure about that now. I’ve changed Luke and Leia’s (as well as their OC little sister, Voxanni’s) surname to “Naberrie” from “Amidala-Skywalker” for this verse, so… We’ll see. If anyone has feelings one way or the other, feel free to shoot me a message.

Quick background on these kids: Kovis (he/him) is the eldest – depicted at about 22 in this picture. He’s generally mild mannered and is a Jedi Healer. Isu (she/her) and Berall (she/her) are twins – depicted at about 17 in this picture. Berall is the more extroverted of the two of them, but Isu – despite being definitively being the anxious one – is the adrenaline junkie. I’m still sussing out what I want their career paths as Jedi to be, but whatever they end up being, Isu’s going to be an ace pilot. As an aside and fun fact, Kovis is gay, Berall is aroace, and Isu is bi.

[Image ID: three bust drawings of Mirialan-Togruta (two alien species from Star Wars) hybrids. In the top right, labeled “Kovis” a young man who takes after the Togruta side of his heritage in that he has montrals and lekku. His lekku reach down to his pectorals, and they and his montrals are white with teal striping. The stripe pattern is similar to that of Shaak Ti and Clone Wars Era Ahsoka Tano. His skin is the green typical of Mirialans and his eyes are cobalt blue. He has long, hooked white markings accenting his cheekbones, and smaller, drop-shaped white markings in place of eyebrows. He also sports Mirialan tattoos – three diamonds by each eye, another three over the bridge of his nose, and a stripe of diamonds down his chin from his bottom lip (which is itself tattooed black). He is wearing a simple gold akul-tooth headdress with no beading. Kovis is wearing classically-styled Jedi robes, though they are in shades of grey and dark teal instead of the more typical beiges and browns.

Kovis is turned slightly to the viewer’s left, and is smiling gently.

In the middle left, labelled “Berall” is a teenage girl who takes after the Mirialan side of her heritage in that she does not have montrals and lekku. Her skin is a medium, olive-brown and her eyes are a bright teal. She has white markings covering most of her upper face, though there are drop-shapes of the olive-brown in place of eyebrows. She also has a white stripe running down her chin from beneath her bottom lip. She sports Mirialan tattoos as well – a long sting of diamonds going across her face, crossing the bridge of her nose to do so. Her hair is covered, and the covering based of Hokkeji-style Buddhist nun’s habit. The habit is pale lavender, with darker trim. She is wearing a pale-magenta high-collared shirt with gold trim over a pale-lavender head and neck covering (inspired both by Barriss Offee’s costume design and certain types of sports Hijabs). She has a pale lavender wrapping over the high-collared shirt at the chest level, and a lavender outer robe with a floral motif. She also has a gold akul-tooth headdress, though hers is much more ornate than Kovis’s, and includes four strands of gold beading going over the back of her head.

Berall is facing forward and smiling brightly.

On the bottom left, labeled “Isu,” is another teenage girl who takes after the Mirialan side of her heritage in the same way that Berall does. Like Berall, her skin is a medium, olive-brown and her eyes are teal. Her white facial markings, however, consist of two large diamonds that surround her eyes. She also has a white stripe running down her chin from beneath her bottom lip. She also sports Mirialan tattoos – a short chain of diamonds running vertically over each eye. She is wearing a dark-lavender hijab-inspired head covering. She wears a gold akul-tooth headdress even more ornate than Berall’s, though it only includes two strands of gold beading going over the back of her head instead of two.

Isu is also facing forward, though she is looking slightly to the viewer’s right and biting her lip nervously.

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#star wars #fanart #digital art #captioned #my art #cartooning #original character #fandom ocs #my ocs #the hourglass verse #fanchildren

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duhragonball · 3 years

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What are your favorite fights from each anime iteration of Dragon Ball? (DB/Z/GT/Super etc. Yknow lol) I’m curious!

This is a good ask, anon. Just wanted to point it out.

I'm not sure how long a list I want to make for this, because if I really go nuts with this I'll probably end up covering like 75% of the fights in the franchise. But I don't want to just pick one favorite fight from each series, because that feels too short. Tell you what, let's just play it by ear and see how this goes. I won't bother ranking these, because I'm not sure I can.

OG Dragon Ball

1) Goku vs. Jackie Chun, 21st World Tournament final

2) Goku vs. Tien Shinhan, 22nd World Tournament final

3) Goku vs. Piccolo Junior, 23rd World Tournament final.

We'll start with these, because they're tentpole moments for the series, and they define Goku's character arc so well. The Jackie Chun fight was pretty short, but it was really the first big fight in the franchise, and it set the tone for all the later battles to follow. What makes it work is how Chun is determined to keep Goku from winning, not for his own sake, but because he thinks Goku will lose interest in martial arts if he wins a big tournament on his first try. Chun entered as a ringer, but he finds Goku a lot harder to stop than he expected, and the match very nearly ends in a draw.

So you'd think Goku would be a shoo-in at the next tournament, but he has to get through Tien for that, and Tien turns out to be extremely tough and he wants to murder Goku to avenge his master's brother. It's an awesome fight, made more awesome by the way Tien's character arc begins to overtake the action itself. He starts out wanting Goku dead, then decides he'd rather fight fair because he enjoys the competition too much.

So by the time we get to the 23rd tournament, the contest itself feels like an afterthought. This is just the venue for the more important showdown between Goku and Piccolo. Except Goku still wants that World title. It means a lot to him, and no one else seems to get that. Through this whole arc, everyone is scared shitless of Piccolo, worrying that Goku might not be able to beat him. But Goku has a game plan, and he sticks to it and powers on through to victory. And yet it's still this insanely close match. I dare say this is the most even battle in the franchise, but Goku seems like an underdog to start out, and by the end of it, you see that he had things under control the whole time.

4) Goku vs. Red Ribbon Army HQ

5) Goku vs. King Piccolo

6) Goku vs. Grandpa Gohan

I guess you can call these #reference fights, because when I rewatched these episodes in 2019, I noticed how much they resembled battles I've written in to my big-ass OC fanfic. Goku just charging headlong into an army base is sort of the prototype for Saiyan mayhem, and when I started writing Luffa I quickly realized that this would have to be the sort of combat she'd be used to. There's no Vegeta or Perfect Cell to tackle a thousand years ago. She's got no rival, so her best bet is to fight large armies single-handedly, as Goku does here.

Likewise, I ended up inventing a lot of villains who think themselves invincible, only to get knocked on their ass when they find out how vincible they really are. King Piccolo's meltdown during this battle is a sight to behold, because once he starts losing, all he knows how to do is talk about his fearsome reputation, except it's completely hollow when the other guy is feeding you a can of whoop-ass. He just doesn't know how to process this beating, and that's always left an impression with me.

Let's just say, hypothetically speaking, that you had this character who has some relation to another character, and gosh, wouldn't it be nice if they could meet and fight each other, and one of them could leap forward beyond their natural lifespan to make that happen? I dunno, maybe it'd be kind of emotional? I haven't actually written anything like that so far, but if I ever do, it'll probably resemble Goku vs. Grandpa Gohan quite a bit.

Dragon Ball Z

1) Goku vs. Vegeta

I mean, what else can you say here? This one's a classic.

2) Anybody vs. Cell, pretty much.

Obviously, the Goku and Gohan fights from the Cell Games are the best of the best, but Cell's entire run in DBZ is awesome, including the fights he has with Vegeta, Trunks, Android 16, Piccolo... you just can't lose. I could go on, but I don't want to get too far down this one category.

3) Pikkon vs. Goku.

This one gets dunked on a lot because it's filler, but it's excellent. Just a friendly competition where everyone's dead and there's nothing at stake but bragging rights and fighting spirit. Pikkon's a brilliant opponent and Goku has to find a way to beat him, and that's really all the story you need, sometimes.

4) Goku-Vegeta II

This one's a bit wonky because there's no clear-cut winner and the Buu crisis overshadows it, and it doesn't quite hold up compared to the original Goku/Vegeta fight, but it's still awesome, because of the buildup and also a lot of the intensity. It kind of functions as a coda to the Androids/Cell Saga, where both guys were Super Saiyans but they never got a chance to duke it out. As it turns out, they're so evenly matched that it kind of works against the fight. One of them does a big move, and the other one just shrugs it off like nothing happened. In a way it's kind of the opposite of the Goku/Piccolo fight. When it's a couple of Super Saiyan 2's, there's just no way for anybody to pull ahead, and ultimately their battle takes on a very tragic tone, which is awesome.

5) Majin Buu vs. Everybody in Season 9.

Okay, apparently Tumblr won't let me post any more images, but that's cool, you all know what Buu looks like. I remember flipping through an issue of Beckett DBZ Collector at the grocery in 2003 or 2004, and it did this top ten fights article, with this as #1. I just liked the sheer gall of counting the entire Fusion and Kid Buu Sagas as one big fight. But let's face it, it works. From the moment Evil Buu shows up to the Spirit Bomb finale, it's basically nonstop action for Majin Buu, as he takes on one opponent after another in a zany gauntlet. And sure, I'd probably say Vegito and SSJ3 Goku were my favorite portions of that larger battle, but it's tough to isolate any one section.

Dragon Ball GT: There were no good fights in GT.

Dragon Ball Super

1) The Tournament of Power.

I suppose this also counts as one big battle, although my absolute favorite part is when Caulifla and Kale battle Goku and he ends up using Ultra Instinct to beat them.

There's also a lot to be said for Vegeta vs. God of Destruction Toppo, and the whole endgame with Jiren against Goku, 17, and Frieza. Oh, and the part where Universe 9 gets wiped out in one episode.

For my money, Dragon Ball Super doesn't really get off the blocks until the Tournament of Power begins, which has always frustrated me about DBS. It's basically one really good run of episodes at the tail end of an otherwise lackluster series. The U6 tournament was pretty weak and the Zamasu/Goku Black saga was downright pathetic.

Movie-wise... let me see here. Mystical Adventure had some good action, Dead Zone, Cooler 1, Super Android 13, Broly 1, Fusion Reborn and Wrath of the Dragon were classics, and Battle of Gods and Super Broly had some excellent fights too.

And yeah, I think that about covers it.

#dragon ball #ask duhragonball #dbgt has no good fights #no i will not elaborate #what else can i say?#if there was a decent fight in gt i would talk about it

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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The Lurking One: A Shadow Horror Story

Authors Note: Decided to write a story for my newest Slasher OC, Shadow. People seem to really like him, despite him not having a face claim. lol

Warning: 18+ for horror, gore and torture, plus add in trauma

Words: 2.4k words

It was one of these late at night study sessions for the ones that slacked during the year and had to catch up with what they lost; Giula was one of them and she cursed herself for letting her time be filled with sorority activities and parties.

The Northeastern University campus was empty save for the security guard; Guila being the only student who was currently in the library catching up to a project that was due to tomorrow. She could have done it back at the sorority house, but she knew the girls would distract her and tempt her with other activities such as preparing for a college festival that was in two weeks.

Her grades were more important than social activities that would print into her status, not to mention her parents who had a talk with her about the fact that college wasn't a gateway for drinking and hooking up with guys.

Guila sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, checking the old antique clock of the library.

10:35 PM

Her gaze moved back to the tons of files and books on the wood desk she was sat at. She just finished the project, but she needed to revise it to make sure everything was perfectly done. The grade for this project was important and she wasn't looking for another discussion with her parents and the headmaster.

She will look it over in the morning; she needed to be fresh tomorrow for the presentation and looking like a crackhead in front of the judges wasn't a pro in the book. Putting everything back into her bag neatly, she pulled her hair out of the tight ponytail, letting her auburn locks fall freely down her back, almost to the hips.

Walking out of the library and locking the door; thank God the old library lady was a sweetheart and left the keys for her to close. She walked down the hallways and taking the old victorian ascensor to the low floor. Before she could exit the building she stopped by the cubicle of the security guard, handing him the keys.

"All done for tonight, dear?" Arthur asked, taking the keys and setting them on his desk.

"Well, finally so. I will have to own Mrs. Hariot for leading me the keys to the library." Giula told the old man with a smile.

"Ahhh...She's an angel among here. Trust me, it was her pleasure." he old the girl, sitting back down at his desk, a copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen was on the desk.

"Have a good night without incidents, Sir." Giula told the gentleman guard who nodded.

"Nothing ever happens around here. Kids nowadays don't read books anymore, so I don't think someone will try to break into the library." Arthur joked, making Giulia giggle and nod, although feeling a little by what he said.

"I suppose so. Good night." the girl waved off, stalking towards the exit.

"Likewise, dear!" Arthur called after her, going back to the classic novel.

As she opened the door, a chilly air hit Giulia in the face, making her wrap her arms around herself. It was definitely colder than when she got in the morning here. It was earlier spring, the days warm, but the nights reminding that the winter just recently moved away.

She was wearing a white button-down with dark blue jeans and some ballet flats that made her legs all shaky; her light brown cardigan not helping at all. She couldn't wait to get back to the sorority house and bask in the warmness of her bed and away from the coldness of the night.

It was just a 20 minutes long time walk to the house, but it seemed like much more to her now that she was all alone and shivering like a hairless cat.

Mentally, she cursed her parents for not letting her drive, always scolding her that she wasn't ready. Overly protective parents and their old school mentality always made Giulia feel like she was still a baby. She was 22 and in the second year of college for Christ's sake.

She couldn't wait to finish college and get a job; Oh the dream of having her own apartment and not having to deal with doll-like girls who owned Porches all because of their wealthy daddies. Now thinking more about it, she was the only one who didn't have an overly rich family; maybe the girls kept her because she was the only one who was first to clean a mess, make breakfast when the others were hungover.

The streets were all deserted, none was outside, most people here being locals since birth or college students who basked in cheap beer and gossips at this hour.

This neighbor that gave off hostel-like vibes made her skin be covered in goosebumps, smelling a faint scent of weed, beer and hearing the music blasting from the apartments above. The police wouldn't come to stop the noise, since there was none to be bothered by the hypnotic beat.

Guila could feel eyes on her, but every time she turned around to take a look there was none, just the slight wet streets and alleyways that adored this place. Each time she passed one, she would halt her walking, afraid two big clawed hands will brisk her away into darkness.

She rolled her eyes as a guy from above cat-called her, probably drunk off his ass, and his girlfriend a few feet away from him at the window making out with his best friend.

Boston really was filled up with these types of students, getting great opportunities and throwing said blessing out the window because of blinding hormones, and the idea of being young means I'm indestructible.

'Just 10 more minutes and you will be home.' Giulia thought to herself, but it quickly went off the window as pain shot through her scalp, before she knew it she was dragged into the darkness of an alleyway.

One strong arm wrapped around the middle section of her waist, but the other moved to her neck, feeling the prickle of something cold against her neck; a blade, a knife, something that was indeed sharp.

"Scream and you can say arrivederci to your precious vocal cords." the person that held her spoke, voice raspy and very eerie, definitely a male.

"P-Please...Don't kill me." Giulia whispered, afraid that if she raises her voice too much, he won't keep on his promises.

"Shush now. I heard that line all too many times and it gets very monotonous." the man spoke right by her ear, running what she assumed was a scalpel over her cut, not slitting her throat, but surely making a small cut to show that he wasn't playing games.

She was panicking, her breathing getting more on the hysterical edge, then she did the first thing she could think of. She kicked him in one of his shins, making him groan, but he didn't back off. He did throw her in the opposite direction of the alleyway against the brick wall. Giulia grunted and whimpered as she hit the ground right into a puddle.

Her hazel eyes looked up and she felt terror strick her as he stalked over to her wet and bruised form, like a panther ready to pounce on its prey. She could scream, but the music from the apartments above was so loud she wouldn't have a chance in someone hearing her.

One cold leather-gloved hand wrapped around her neck and he slammed her back into the wall, showing so much strength that got her the image of him snapping her tiny neck like a twig.

"That was some dirty move you put up there, little wench. Although I am a very patient man." he whispered, and now that he was in front of her, she could make out what he looked like.

He was wearing all black, probably a very expensive tailored suit with a scarlet red tie, not even a glimpse of skin was shown. What really caught her attention was his vintage-looking fedora and the creepy raven like a mask.

A doctor purge mask? She heard of them from her brother who was very into history.

"W-Who are you?" Giulia choked, his hand tightening around her throat at the question.

He hummed like he was deep in thought.

"I think the public eye has birthed me as the Shadow." he answered her question.

It took only a few seconds for Giulias eyes to widen and her body to tremble. She heard on the news about him; the unknown brutal killer, never seen, none to survive to tell the story and how they described his murderers on television.

The killer known now as Shadow chuckled at her horrified face.

"Ahhhh....So you heard of me. Good. I hate to explain information to someone who cannot even work their brain enough to avoid someone dangerous." he mused, making the young woman whimper and cry, then she began to swing her legs in an attempt to hurt him.

Only for her head to be slammed multiple times against the brick wall until her vision blacked and she fell on the dirty ground by the pristine black Oxfords he was sporting.

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The lightbulb above flickered to life and Giulia opened her eyes, looking around like a desperate animal caged, or more like chained by her neck, a metal collar digging into the skin of her neck and creating red and purple marks.

Her doe-like eyes looking around and stopped on the black-clad figure.

The Shadow.

"Ahh...I'm glad you're awake. I might think I hit your head too many times on the brick wall. I usually prefer drugging my victims, but you were acting like too much of a mindless animal." he began to spoke so fluently, calm, like everything that was going on was a normal occurrence for him; like discussing the weather over a few drinks.

The man was laying some tools neatly on a metal table; surgical tools, like scalpels, forceps, scissors, retractors, and clamps. Giulia felt a bile form in her throat, starting to tug on the heavy chain that was bounded against the concrete wall; no luck.

"Let m go, you fucker!" she screamed and in an instant, her back meet the cold wall, gloved hand grasping her jaw tightly as the leather beak of the mask brushed against her face.

"You smell putrid, although there is that faint strawberry scent of your perfume." he commented, fingertips digging more into her jaw and making her whimper and sob.

In his free hand, he held a pair of surgical retractors and her eyes widened when he forced her mouth open, one finger pulling her upper lip to expose her pearly white teeth and pink gums.

"You have a nice set of teeth there. I adore your canines especially." he whispered, then he grasped one of her canines with the retractor, tugging on it and forcing a pain-filled scream from Giulia; the next twin teeth following.

Her tears filled eyes looking as he held both canines between black covered fingers.

"Very impeccable indeed." he murmured, going back to the table.

The metallic taste of blood and sterisol filled her mouth, scarlet dripping down her chin.

She knew this was far from over as his thumb run over the shiny scalpel.

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Giulia didn't know how much time has flown; one month, maybe two? She hadn't seen the light of the day in so long and she wished dead would overcome her.

She was in so much pain; the things Shadow did to her. First the canines, then her fingernails went off and when she spat on his mask she thought she was going to die as he poured acidic fluid down her scalp; her beautiful long hair was just a burned memory.

Dead was supposed to come, but the sadist treated her wounds like an expert at the hospital, only to remind her that death was far away from her.

Then the begging, telling him what she will do anything, even getting on her knees and possibly giving him new ideas. His words were absolute humiliation.

"I know what you're implying, ignorant wench." he told her as his gloved hands were running down her naked hips, then he left her.

"I'm not a rapist, darling. Never found any fascination with taking someone against their own will in that way. I prefer my slave to be willing, but you're not. So I advise next time you keep these sick fantasies to yourself." he told her, mocking and making her feel even more stupid.

She caught glimpses of him doing awful things to the other girls; one of them skinned alive and every muscle on full display.

"You're just too perfect, aren't you?" he told Giulia, making her a confused mess.

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She did manage to trick him when he was busy piercing her earlobes multiple types, having to bite her tongue as she stole the keys to her chains.

Then when he found her moving down the hallways; she almost got her leg blown off when he used a shotgun after her. She had opened the door to the exit and was meet with the night. Running through the forest, looking behind her over and over.

Her luck was finally getting to the principal road and a car passed by, getting in, and again she was in danger. The old man tried to rape her, but she was brave enough to jump out of the car when they were in town.

After 30 minutes of limping around the streets, she finally spotted a police car that was patrolling.

Interrogations followed, but she always spoke the same words, too traumatized by the events.

'He is tall and in all black. He doesn't seem human. No human could do this. He pulled all her skin off like she was a rabbit. His voice, makes me wanna throw up, it's so raspy it makes me wanna be deaf so I cannot hear it anymore in my head. What he did to the other girls...I cannot describe. He said that I'm perfect. What was that supposed to mean?'

Her parents were devasted when they found out about everything that happened and her mother fell on her knees crying over and over when she finally saw Giulia face to face.

The worst was that she could no longer be let on her own; nightmares, voices, aggressive outbursts, and feeling like she was constantly followed. She was scared of her own shadow.

When the police found the whereabouts of where Giulia was held everything was gone, not even a spot of blood like there was none there in the first place.

Why clean it all up if Shadow wanted the bodies to be found in the first place?

Needless to say...Nights in Boston weren't safe anymore.

#The Shadow #Serial Killer #Salem #Boston #Horror story #creepy story #original characters #slasher oc

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Title: A Bludger To The Heart [pt.2]

A/N: Part 2 of A Bludger To The Heart as requested by @prinlee - hope you will enjoy this one :D

Imagine prompt by: @boodalinski-gifs

“Imagine Severus meeting his future s/o when they (being a younger Malfoy relative) accompany Lucius to see Draco’s quidditch match.” Find the post here.

Pairing: Snape x Female!Malfoy!OC

Setting: Malfoy Manor, New Year’s Eve celebration

POV: Third limited, Snape tilt.

Word Count: 2583

Warnings: None

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Severus arrived half an hour late. His strides were as long as usual and his black cloak billowed around him as he moved through the entrance, towards the massive staircase leading to the upper levels of Malfoy Manor. It had been nearly three months since he met anyone, apart from Draco, from the Malfoy family and usually, he would have preferred it that way.

Not now. Not anymore.

He arrived at the ballroom filled with voices and music of the classical type with a dark twist. His eyes scanned the room, scanned the faces and his heart sunk. He crashed and burned yet all that revealed his disappointment outwards was a slight slump to his shoulders. Barely noticeable.

"Ah, Severus," Lucius strode over; a few men dressed in varying darkly coloured suits left behind to finish the conversation. Severus gave a curt nod as Lucius grabbed a glass of red wine from a passing house elf in despicable rags.

"You're late," he said in that high tone of his, "trouble?" Severus nearly gave him a tight smile that screamed none of your business. He was not about to spill the fact that he had pondered arriving at all the last five hours; just to eventually arriving at the conclusion that he wanted to see her once more. If only for a second. If only to bury the restlessness; the foolish thoughts.

"I am merely late, Lucius," he drawled, "I have other things that require my attention. As you know," he continued and Lucius seemed to want to question further about the reason of Severus late arrival but the cold glare of Severus harsh eyes seemed enough to discourage him. "Well come, enjoy yourself," Lucius said and gave a slow nod before returning to the men in dark coloured suits a few steps away.

Severus swept with his eyes around the room again, he took a crystal tumbler of whiskey infused with oakwood smoke from a passing house elf and swirled the content softly before sniffing it and then took a gulp. The liquid burned its way down his throat and it felt good. He stepped away from the entrance, headed towards the bar and balcony doors at the other end of the giant room.

She's not here, not here after all. The thought was harsh yet felt like the final thing. Like an end and perhaps a beginning fo something. He raised his second tumbler of whiskey, this one with a hint of ash and cherry, to his mouth for another swallow. He nearly choked on the liquid.

The doors had opened and she had stepped in; accompanied by some young brute with blond hair wearing a moss green suit. But he did not spare him more than a glance as she was commanding his attention so intensely. Her simple black dress hugged her curves, her hair was half up, half down. Blood red rubies hung from her earlobes and around her neck. They shimmered against her pale skin and he was mesmerized once again.

She, Arabella Malfoy, was truly the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. His blood heated, something slithered and fluttered in him as his eyes wandered from the top of her platinum blond her all the way down to the black, studded heels. Her long, naked legs were never-ending and her hips swayed heavenly, or in a hellish way, as she walked into the room.

The man that accompanied her gave a swift kiss to her cheek before he left her in the care of Lucius. Something heated and burned in him at the sight. He had to clench the tumbler so as to not reach for his wand and end the miserable life form right then and there for touching her flawless skin with his filthy mouth.

Yes, he knew him now that he spared him more than a single glance in bypass. Rovius Dox, keep your filthy existence away from her. You slithering beast. Images of crying women, a wicked smile with bloodstained lips and eyes without empathy or remorse invaded Severus's mind as Rovius Dox walked around the room; greetings were given and taken here and there. But Severus never greeted the man. Severus found him, well, intolerable and despicable.

He was as mad as Bellatrix, as well breed as they came and as wicked as the Bloody Baron had been in his life - perhaps even worse than the murdering man of love. Rovius Dox was quite frankly a man not to deal lightly with, not that Severus feared the man - he was still just a youngling, but any woman he fancied usually ended up crawling away in tattered clothes with bruised and battered skin.

The thought of those filthy hands and lips touching Arabella made his blood roar with fury. It boiled and burned in his body as his hands wanted to snake against his wand to end the man. Yet he did not. He stood still and watched. Watched her. Constantly.

Time went by. She danced with varying men, chatted with different women, played with a cat, drank some wine, laughed with Narcissa, smiled at Rovius. Severus kept his mouth shut, not even the tumbler of whiskey reached his mouth as the hours passed and he remained in the shadows at the outskirts of the room. Nearly hidden away from all the people in the room.

He studied her. Well, looked at her intently was probably a more correct way of saying it. It took all his strength not o go up to her, grab her, haul her away from all others. He kept his feet rooted and his back stiff, as to not give in tot he temptation. After all, I merely wanted to see her again. His thought felt dark and lonely and he finally drained the remains of the damn whiskey.

When he lowered the tumbler from his lips his heart skipped a beat. She had spotted him as the crystal had gleamed in the candlelight from a candelabra not far away from his comforting shadows. He stood frozen, absolutely still as she gazed at him with unflinching eyes. After a moment he nodded; ever so slowly and a smile spread out across her lush lips that were painted crimson red with lipstick.

His eyes did not leave the sight of her as she folded away her own gaze. She walked slowly through the room as he counted each step as a heartbeat. She passed over the dancing floor, passed men and women, swiftly avoided conversations and offers of dances. Her eyes did not meet his again; she simply opened the balcony doors and he followed. As silent and swift as a lurking shadow.

She bathed in moonlight. It made her pale skin shine, the black velvet of her dress shimmered and the red rubies glistened. She stood by the railing of stone, her hands folded one above the other as they rested there as still as fallen snow on chilled ground. He closed the doors behind them and silence fell. Heavy and think.

His heart pounded and he felt foolish, silly even. But had he not waited for nearly three months to lay eyes upon her again? Had he not writhed in agony for not seeing that pale skin up close again? And, had he not, dreamt of those grey eyes every other night as they peered through him as if he were made of glass? He had. There was no denying it.

"Don't play coy, Mr Snape," she said in that singsong voice of her's as she turned her head halfway so he could see her profile. He stiffened. Swallowed; ever so slowly. Something twisted in him as her lips perked up in a smile. Told him she knew the effect she had on him. "My apologies," he said with a gruff voice as he took two steps closer to her. But he dared not take a third. He dared not be within reaching of her. Dared not be close enough to stroke her bare arm or push down the spaghetti straps that held the tight fabric up.

"You were hiding?" Her voice was low yet clear and he averted his gaze for a moment as she looked forward again. He wanted to reach out and stroke that soft hair that swayed in the breeze. "No," he said darkly, "merely observing," he continued. She chuckled and it vibrated through him like thunder. Made his blood boil and heat spread in the most indecent areas of his body. "Liar," she said in a harsh tone that still felt as if she caressed his ears with tenderness.

"I am not one to socialize," he said and allowed his gaze to land upon her yet again. She turned towards him, standing in profile yet her face fully towards him. She was framed by moonlight and the wide landscaped garden behind her that gave way to forests and hills. "I'm aware, there's been so many damn parties, so many gatherings and boring dinners that I've lost track. You never came," her voice went from singsong light to softly cold. But her gaze held his and he could not for the life of him avert his eyes as she spellbound him in a non-magical sense.

Severus tilted his head slightly as she bit her bottom lip; as if she held back words that were on the tip of her, no doubt, delicate tongue. Had she, perhaps, wanted to see him again too? Was that even a possibility? He did not know and dared not dwell on the dark thought for too long.

"I waited you know," she continued after letting her lip spring free, "I waited and hoped. You never came," she breathed out, he took that third step towards her without thinking. His body moved of its own accord to be closer to that beautiful creature that captivated his cold heart with a raging fire. "Your reason?" His voice was a low growl as uncertainty travelled through his stiff body.

She raised her brows in surprise and then her face softened. "Why, you ask?" He nodded. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Had anybody else done that he would have snarled at them but not when she did it. "I thought that was obvious? What we felt. Oh don't look so shocked, I know you felt it too!" She took a step towards him and he stood so still, so so very still. She leaned towards him, close to his hight in those ridiculously high heels that he could not resist thinking about; along with her legs wrapped around him.

"I know you felt it," she hissed as her cheeks glowed red, "I know you did. Don't lie about it. Don't hide it," she kept going as he looked at her. Saw her skin take on a rosy tinge and it occurred to him, her skin had not varied in shade all through the evening. Not when complemented. Not when dancing with handsome and not so handsome men. Not when women praised her figure, her hair or dress. Not once had she blushed. Not once had she done anything other than simply smile.

"You are blushing, Arabella," Severus said in that hoarsely rough voice he never used. He ha used her given name without thinking as he had done so many times in his mind the past month. Her eyes widened and she leaned back as she looked away to the side. Her hands fisted by her sides.

"Well I'm so damn sorry for what you do to me then," she snarled and it made his lips tug upwards in a small smile. Why? He had no idea but something satisfied him about her behaviour at that moment. Perhaps it was simply the fact that she behaved differently from how she had been the past hours in the ballroom.

"You never blush," he continued and she softened with a sigh. As if she realized that he had indeed been watching her ever so carefully. "No, I don't," she whispered, "only, only for you..." The words made him shiver and his knees grew a tad weak. But he kept still, rooted tot eh spot as he grappled after any strength he could find to keep his hands at bay by his sides so as to not reach out and touch her. But it made no difference as he craved to feel her desperately. Like a burning man craved water, a drowning man crave air, a freezing man craved heat.

"I do not socialize, or celebrate trivial things like a new year," Severus said hoarsely as he reached out his hand towards her chin to still that raging need to feel her in some way, "but I came here, for you." He turned her face towards his own. His cold fingers against her warm chin. Their eyes met and he could not help but burn for her. Burn, freeze, drown - all for her. "For, me?" He nodded and she blushed deeper. The wind tossed her hair about and goosebumps covered her fair skin. It made him uncomfortable to see her so unprotected.

"Are you cold?" She shrugged her shoulders slightly and he sighed. "Here," he said as he shed his large cloak and swung it around her like a black cloud. It swallowed her up like night swallows day. She hugged the fabric to her and he noticed her smelling the shoulder of it. It made him stiffen, worried. "Smells like you," she whispered softly, so soft was her voice that he barely heard her. "Apologies," he muttered and she chuckled. "Don't, it's the greatest smell... I want to curl up in it," she mused and stroked the fabric that buried her little arms as she closed her eyes on a sigh. If he could have sprouted wings he would have taken to the skies to quench the tremors in him from her loving words.

Something pushed him, pressed him, poked at him and shoved. He was itching to grab her, to hold her. Feel her close, oh so close. "Arabella," she looked up, "may, may I hold you?" The question was packed with insecurity and fear. His voice was not that of his own and he hated it. But with her all things were different. And that, he loved. She smiled sweetly and nodded slowly. His chest heaved and in the next moment, he cradled her to him. Felt how something exploded, something else imploded and something else went utterly still. It was a raging storm of emotions, feelings and sensations that nearly made him physically sway from the impact.

He leaned his head against the side of her's as his arms wrapped tightly around her lush body. She shivered and he sighed. So this is what you feel like, to hold... "Severus?" His breath caught as that was the first time she had uttered his given name; like fuel to the raging storm inside him, it made him tremble ever so slightly. It sounded otherworldly as it came from her. "Yes?" "Don't let go," she hummed and he hugged her tighter. Held her closer. Pressed her to himself as if life depended on it while that storm raged in his chest; a storm of thunder and lightning as burning as dragonfire. As he struggled to stay in reality and not cave to the fantasy that allowed him to be with her like this to the end of time.

I hope you enjoyed the second part of this little fic :D I find it quite fun to write actually and it's nice to change from the Reader POV as well from time to time - to write with more fixed lines so to say ^^

I must admit that I considered a very different ending for this second part as I was wondering if I should do a third part as well since I actually have a very dramatic idea in mind for how this could end but I don't know - do you guys like this end as it is or do you want more? ^^

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