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kazefiend · 3 months ago

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Tags: Violence, Murder, Gore, Fucked up Dynamics, Dark Themes, Corruption, Dark Romance, Patricide, This Relationship is Probably Toxic as Fuck, Revenge. I listened to Happy Birthday - The Birthday Massacre while writing this. That pizza place is a real place in my city I thought it would fit. Ronin keeps dating women with different shades of blue eyes. I worked really hard on this I know it's not x reader but I love my lil oc.

Synopsis: Karina Park's birthday has never been a worthwhile event until now.

Word Count: 2225

This was probably the first time Karina's birthday had felt worthwhile.

The dive bar pizza restaurant had been their first stop, a delightfully macabre establishment where every menu item paid homage to horror classics. Karina had dressed for the occasion in a black coquette sundress and kitten heels, perhaps overdressed for the venue, but she wanted to make an effort. After all, as a writer who rarely left the apartment except for necessities, this was a special occasion. The way Ronin's eyes had darkened appreciatively when he saw her made any social anxiety worth it.

They shared an Alfred Hitchcock-themed pizza while Karina sipped cocktails named after Stephen King novels, each drink making her slightly more pliant, slightly more willing to let go of her usual rigid control. When she fretted about the cost, Ronin's drawl carried that dangerous edge of possession that always made her shiver: "Nothin's too expensive for my darlin'." She made mental notes to find ways to pay him back.

Now she found herself blindfolded, her hand clasped tightly in his. Their fingers were laced together, and his thumb stroked rhythmically across her skin – a gesture that had become both comforting and conditioning. Every time she felt anxiety spike, he would stroke her hand like this, training her body to associate his touch with calm.

"Got oonnnneee last surprise," he had told her, his voice thick with excitement. "A special gift that needs some preparation."

Her mind raced through possibilities, each more twisted than the last. Something romantic? Something grotesque? Knowing Ronin, probably both. The rational part of her brain, what little remained untouched by his influence, acknowledged there was always a non-zero chance this could be the night he finally killed her.

The terrifying part was how that thought didn't terrify her anymore.

He had rewired her brain so thoroughly that death by his hands had become an acceptable outcome, maybe even an honour. It was evil, what he'd done to her psyche, but it was evil born of devotion. He had broken down her defences and rebuilt them in his image, creating a love that was as destructive as it was deep.

The familiar scent of blood and decay hit her as they made another turn. "Are we in Purgatory?" she asked, referring to the infamous alley where they had met face to face. Where she had given herself over to the devil.

"Lookit you," he practically purred, squeezing her hand. She could hear the grin in his voice, feel the excitement radiating off him in waves. "Not even needin' to see to know where we are."

His pride in her awareness sent a warm flush through her body – another carefully conditioned response. She had learned to crave his approval, to find pleasure in the darkness they shared.

She felt him step closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You've come so far, darlin'. Remember when smell of decay used to make you faint?" His free hand traced her jaw, touch feather-light but promising violence. "Now look at you, standin' in the belly of hell like you belong here."

"I belong wherever you put me," she whispered, and felt his grip tighten possessively.

"That's right," he growled. "And I needja to stand right here all pretty for just a minute."

Karina stood perfectly still, hands clasped in front of her like a porcelain doll on display. Without sight, her other senses heightened – tracking Ronin's movements through sound. Metal bins clanged as he dropped their lids carelessly to the ground. His breathing changed, becoming heavier as he dragged something substantial across the alley. Whatever it was, he positioned it against the wall she faced.

The blindfold came off abruptly, and she blinked repeatedly as her denim blue eyes adjusted to the darkness. What came into focus made her breath catch in her throat.

A man sat propped against the wall, thin frame draped in an orange jumpsuit, head covered by a burlap sack.

"I present to you," Ronin announced with theatrical flair, yanking off the sack, "the one and only Jon Park!"

Time seemed to freeze as father and daughter locked eyes for the first time in a decade. His deep brown eyes widened in terror as he struggled against his restraints, desperate sounds muffled by the gag. His once-black hair was now streaked with grey, but she would know that face anywhere – the face that had haunted her nightmares since the night he murdered her family.

The air left her lungs in a silent rush. They stared at each other like deer caught in headlights, neither able to look away. Ronin observed her carefully, reaching for her trembling hand. His familiar touch anchored her, thumb stroking across her skin in that conditioning gesture she'd grown to depend on.

"How?" she finally whispered, voice barely audible.

"A ton of pulling strings, darlin'," Ronin replied, pride evident in his voice. "Angel helped a lot with her connections." The crowbar in his free hand caught what little light filtered into the alley. "What happens next is up to you. Wanna talk to him? Bash his head in? Or you can watch me in my element."

A decade of suppressed rage bubbled to the surface as she stared at the man who had destroyed her life. He'd murdered her mother, killed his own sons, and would have killed her too if teenage rebellion hadn't kept her out that night. Without his actions, her life might have been normal. She might never have ended up falling madly in love with a serial killer.

She closed her eyes, took a steadying breath, and when she opened them again, a soft smile played across her lips. "I want you to show me how much you love me." The gentle tone of her voice contrasted sharply with the brutality of her request.

"Oh fuck baby," Ronin's grin turned razor-sharp as he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "My pretty lil' princess of rot, it would be a pleasure to display my love all over these decayed walls."

He crouched down to eye level with her father, maintaining that predatory smile. "Hey old man, not really a pleasure to meetcha, but I'm your daughter's boyfriend. Probably your worst fuckin' nightmare, right?" The bound man tried to respond through his gag, producing only muffled sounds. "You're thinking 'look at this kid, he looks like a bad boy,' right? Gonna pick her up on a motorcycle with no helmets and drop her off after curfew. I'm so much worse, you have to fuck up pretty bad for your daughter to date a serial killer. Thankfully, she's passed divine judgment on you, so you don't have to think about it for long."

A soft chuckle escaped Karina's lips, unsure if Ronin was being intentionally entertaining or if this was just his natural flair for the dramatic. Did he toy with all his victims like this?

"See, you wanted to kill my rotten princess," Ronin continued, rising to his feet with fluid grace, "and I decided my life woulda been worse if you did. You being alive hurts her, so I gotta fix that."

Her father's eyes were wild with panic, his screams reduced to desperate whimpers behind the gag as Ronin wound up his swing. What followed was as elegant as it was brutal, a sickening crack as metal met bone. Karina watched, transfixed, as each strike landed with devastating precision. This wasn't his usual quick work; this was art, performed specifically for her. Every blow measured, every pause deliberate, crafting a symphony of revenge that sang through her bones.

Ronin looked feral, tongue poking between his teeth as he worked. His movements were almost dance-like, each swing of the crowbar sending crimson patterns across the brick walls. She could see the raw power in his arms, the way his muscles flexed with each impact – a grim reminder of the strength he possessed, the same strength that could reduce her to nothing if he chose. But instead, he channelled that destructive force into this gift for her. In this moment, watching him reduce her tormentor to a pile of gore, Karina understood with perfect clarity why she loved him. He was destruction incarnate, and he had chosen to destroy for her.

His laughter echoed through the alley; that same unhinged sound she remembered from the night they met. It should have terrified her, that mad cackling punctuated by the wet sounds of metal tearing through flesh and bone. Instead, it felt like a love song composed in violence. The body slumped sideways as the hook end of the crowbar transformed what was once her father into an unrecognizable mass of shattered bone and torn flesh.

This was love, she thought, watching him orchestrate this destruction with the same care he used when stroking her hair or kissing her forehead. In his violence, she saw devotion. In his cruelty, protection. He was destroying the source of her nightmares with the same dedication he showed in soothing them away. The indescribable gore before her was his gift, drawn from the very pits of hell where he reigned supreme.

Ronin's movements began to slow, his breaths coming in heavy pants as he surveyed his handiwork. Blood dripped from the crowbar in steady drops, creating a rhythmic soundtrack to match his gradually calming heartbeat.

He turned to Karina, and the look in his eyes made her breath catch. This was Ronin at his most primal; covered in blood, high on violence, and completely devoted to her. His usual playful smirk was replaced by something darker, more possessive. This was the face of a man who had just torn someone apart with his bare hands, and would do it again in a heartbeat if she asked.

"Happy birthday, darlin'," he drawled, his voice rough from exertion and laughter. "Was it everything you hoped for?"

The remains of her father lay in a twisted heap against the wall, unrecognizable now as the man who had haunted her nightmares. Ronin had erased him not just from life, but from form itself. It was a complete obliteration, a total erasure of the monster from her past.

Stepping carefully around the growing pool of blood, Ronin approached her. His boots left red footprints on the concrete, marking his path to her like breadcrumbs in a twisted fairy tale. He stopped just inches from her, close enough that she could smell the metallic scent of blood mixing with his natural musk.

"You're so beautiful when you watch me work," he murmured, reaching up to cup her face with a bloodied hand. "Like a goddess of death, all silent and serene." His thumb traced her bottom lip, leaving blood in his wake. "Tell me what you're thinking, princess. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

The way he looked at her; hungry, possessive, riding the high of violence, made her whole body tingle with a dark electricity. His blood-soaked form should have terrified her, but it only drew her to him more. This was Ronin in his purest form, the monster he truly was, laid bare just for her.

"I love you," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of everything she couldn't articulate. How do you thank someone for destroying your demons? How do you express gratitude for such beautiful violence?

The crowbar lay forgotten on the ground as he pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. The blood on his hands was cooling against her skin, marking her as his in the most primal way possible. She couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop herself from pressing her lips to his with desperate intensity. He responded immediately, one blood-stained hand sliding to the back of her neck, gripping her hair possessively. The metallic taste of blood mingled with their kiss, marking this moment as uniquely theirs.

Beautiful and brutal in equal measure.

Ronin kissed like he killed; with complete dedication and masterful precision. His other hand dropped to her waist, pulling her flush against his gore-soaked chest. She could feel his heart hammering against her own, still racing from his earlier exertion. The wet fabric of his shirt pressed against her dress, soaking her father’s gore through to her skin.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, his eyes were wild with a cocktail of violence and desire. "Fuck, darlin'," he growled, voice rough and low. "The way you kiss me after I kill for you..." He pressed his forehead against hers again, sharing the same air. "Makes me wanna tear the whole world apart just to see that look in your eyes."

Behind them, the cooling remains of her father served as a silent witness to their twisted romance. Blood slowly flooded the alley floor, creeping toward their feet like a dark blessing. This was their version of love; born in violence, baptized in blood, and sealed with a kiss that tasted like death.

#killer chat #kc ronin #ronin beaufort #killer chat ronin #ronin x mc #ronin x writer oc #my writing #rosesrot #angelrot games

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vynnyal · 2 years ago

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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 · 1 year ago

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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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frostythecursed · 2 years ago

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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 · 2 years ago

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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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twobruhsinahottub · 1 year ago

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Introducing my new OCs, part of a universe titled Dawin IS (stories take place at and around a fictional school in Sheffield, England, called Charles Darwin International School)

Story is told through a series of oneshots, mostly based around their years at Darwin IS in the 1980s

(These characters and the story are loosely based off of a *ahem* certain existing media, however, fuck that media these are /my/ OCs now 😤)

Character profiles below the cut. All images are from @naylissah picrew

Silas Gray

D.O.B 17/11/1969

She/he/they

Transfem genderfluid lesbian

Sudanese and Thai ethnicity

American nationality

In an established but hidden (aside from with close friends) relationship with Mars

Lack of pigment in left eye but has full vision

Very "hip" as she likes to say

Very into 80s hiphop and her favourite song is Body Rock by The Treacherous Three (1980)

They also play roller derby

Jackson (Jack) Buchanan

D.O.B 20/3/1970

He/they

Intersex straight transman

Aboriginal Australian and Scottish ethnicity

Australian nationality

Very much in love with Rosa but Rosa sees him as a friend ;-;

He respects that but damn it hurts

Has Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome

Deaf in his right ear

Also has chronic pain in his right leg and uses a cane to get around sometimes

His favourite hobby is playing MTG

Mars Howell

D.O.B 6/9/1970

She/they

Nonbinary m-spec lesbian (panromantic homosexual)

Mizrahi (Yemenite) and AA ethnicity

American nationality

Secretly dating Silas and wants to be open but Silas is closeted :(

Enjoys classical and country music

Avid weed enjoyer (it helps with her chronic pain....also its fun)

Really into obscure anime and other cartoons

Big fan of radio shows and podcasts

Borderline technophobe (they will choose old tech over current any day, and she kinda hates current tech at times)

Big on classic board games such as chess and checkers

Has chronic pain and vEDS

Deaf in right ear, hoh in left ear

Blind in left eye

Uses a walker most days, occasionally uses a cane/crutches on better pain days, or a wheelchair on worse

Rosa Eagles

D.O.B 1/2/1971

She/her

Ally

Welsh ethnicity

English nationality

Best friends with Jack but has no interest in a relationship at first despite his love confession, but after a few years she suddenly develops feelings for him. Sadly Jack has moved on but eventually they get together and live happily ever after yada yada ya

Inline hockey player

Karate black belt

All round bad bitch

Kinda judgey and a bit mean

Good to her friends though

Has a massive fear of fire

T1 diabetic

Reginald (Reggie) Gray

D.O.B 5/8/1973

He/it

Cis aroallo

L3 autistic

Special interest is biology and the colour green

Also loves computer science

Best friends with Maria-Calliope

Nonverbal

Has a mild intellectual disability

Sound and touch avoidant but visual and vestibular input seeking

Bonds with Mars over love of classical music

Magdalena (Mags) Lowe

D.O.B 7/9/1970

She/her

Bisexual trans woman

Haitian and Northern Irish ethnicity

Northern Irish nationality

Madly in love with Dorothy but refuses to admit it (she thinks Dor is straight....somehow)

Obsessed with makeup, especially her signature lipstick shade

Wants to create a makeup brand some day

Lives for the gossip column in her favourite celeb magazines

Runs the school news paper

Enjoys coming up with creative new hairstyles

Has albinism

Maria-Calliope Gutierrez-Gataki-De Luna

("Yes, you have to say all of it. No, you can't just say Maria Gutierrez" -Maria-Calliope every two seconds)

D.O.B 2/10/1974

She/her

Cis lesbian

Italian, Colombian, and Greek ethnicity

English nationality

Plays lacrosse like her life depends on it

The only one of her friends whos actually from Sheffield and doesnt board

Stroooong Sheffield accent

Wants to be Gyaru but is too lazy to do a full face everyday and cant afford a new wardrobe

Usually dresses plain old lazy masc lesbian

Loves Reggie with her entire heart (except for the spot reserved for lacrosse of course) and would die for it. It would do the same for her.

Big Madonna fan

Drags Mars to church with her (shes the only person whos willing to join her. She puts up a fuss but actually loves going to Maria-Calliope's church)

Dorothy (Dor/Dory) Josephs

D.O.B 31/12/1969

She/her

Cis lesbian

South Sudanese ethnicity

Welsh nationality

Avid crocheter

Loves 50s pop music

Completely oblivious to Mags' crush

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll

Absolutely and utterly PETRIFIED of cats

Loves dogs though, especially giant breeds

"What d'you mean it's a deadly animal? It's friend shaped!"

Sings beautifully

Will spend 3 hours in the shower if you let her

Fin :3

#my ocs #ocs #original character #picrew #original universe #we have the marauders at home #the marauders at home

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shrewdbunny-art · 3 years ago

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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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etes-secrecy-post · 3 years ago

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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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animaginaryartblog · 1 year ago

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[Image ID:

A digital drawing of a redesigned Chip from Sonic Unleashed and Pretzel, an OC based on Dark Gaia. A semi-transparent image of a redesigned Sonic is set to the side for scale, showing both Chip and Pretzel as barely reaching his hip.

Chip is a short, chubby creature, somewhat resembling an anthropomorphic dog. He is primarily red, with creamy white on his muzzle, inside his ears, on his underbelly, and on his paws and tail. He is very fluffy, especially on his ears and tail. He has a fluffy white crest on top of his head. His eyes are small (for a Sonic character), with perfectly round pupils, like a bird's. He has a ruff of white fur around his neck, with a round green bauble hanging from it like a necklace. He has slender, insect-like wings that are the same color of green.

Pretzel has a similar build to Chip, though she is slightly taller and ganglier, with especially long arms. She looks more like a cat, with a shorter muzzle and small pointed ears. She has a long, thin tail, curled into an almost pretzel-like shape. She is primarily dark purple, with pale blue inside her ears, on her muzzle, on her underbelly, and on her paws. She has bat wings, the same dark purple as the rest of her. She also has fluffy pink tufts on top of her head, on her wrists, and on her ankle. On her forehead is a crescent shaped broken piece of the same orb Chip has on his chest, though Pretzel's piece is a much darker green, matching her eyes.

Sketches on the top of the page show what Chip and Pretzel's heads look like from the side. An additional drawing shows a round green orb with cracks, then the same orb split into two uneven pieces. One side, seen from above, matches Chip's orb. The other, a slim crescent piece, matches the one on Pretzel's forehead, albeit a lighter color.

The second image is the same drawing as before, but now there are additional details on Chip and Pretzel's designs.

Chip has gained an additional pair of ears, and his tail is longer, with a fluffy gold-and-white tip. The tuft on his head is bigger, golden and flame-shaped. has a golden sun emblem floating above his forehead. Similar golden shapes float around his eyes, wrists, and ankles. His pupils now have light green at their center where previously they were pure gold. His green wings are now edged in gold.

Pretzel now has a third eye on her forehead, pure black with a glowing blue pupil and glowing blue crescent shapes framing it. The fragment on her forehead has shifted down to her neck, matching Whip's orb. Her head tuft, like Whip's has become bigger and more flame-like. Her wings have more clearly defined arms, as well as dragon-like claws at their tips. Glowing blue markings surround her eyes and dot her cheeks, lower limbs, and paws, as well as streaking the undersides of her wings.

/end ID]

[Image ID: A digital drawing of a redesigned Sonic the Hedgehog and Pretzel, the OC from the previous two images.

The redesigned Sonic has a pointier muzzle, larger ears, and long, slender quills clearly defined from his fur. Said fur is light blue, while his quills are a darker shade. He has dark brown fur inside his ears, as a "mask" on his face, on his underbelly, and on the outsides of his legs and arms. He wears white gloves with red cuffs in addition to his classic shoes, which have had the cuffs unrolled to look more like boots.

In the colored drawing on the left, Sonic stands with one hand on his hip, looking at Pretzel with a cheeky grin. Pretzel flies beside him at eye level, arms folded and expression unimpressed.

Two additional black-and-white sketches are on the right side of the page. In the top one Sonic grins proudly, while Pretzel, slung across his shoulders, glares at him with annoyance. In the bottom one Pretzel is lying on top of Sonic's head. They are both looking the same direction with equally tired, unimpressed expressions. /end ID]

[Image ID:

A digital drawing of Pretzel, the OC described previously, and Sonic the Hedgecat, a new form of Sonic similar to the Werehog.

As the Hedgecat, Sonic's already light blue fur has become paler, almost white. His green eyes have become more yellow-tinted, and his quills have turned orange. His body as a whole is slimmer and lankier, and his ears are taller and pointier. His shoes have become heeled boots. He has green wings on his back, like Chip's, and a long, lion-like tail with an orange tuft on its tip.

The hedgecat walks with his hands folded behind his back and wings hanging like a cape. He looks down at Pretzel with a grin that shows his fangs, his eyes bright and devoid of pupils. Pretzel is hunched over, barely reaching to his knees, with her wings raised around her protectively. She looks up at him with anger and fear, ears back and fangs showing. /end ID]

of course I gotta redesign my girl Pretzel too. I've been mentally rotating a Sonic Leashed rewrite in comic form for a while now, but I keep telling myself to wait till the series is finished, then start rewriting.

that said, I have been thinking about doing a comic mock-up of some kind as a sort of test run for these redesigns... we'll see. regular Sonic and Pretzel I'm pretty solid on, but the scene I've got in mind involves the hedgecat, which still needs some work for the new design. we're getting there.

bonus sketches and additional Pretzel and Whip color palettes I was considering below

[Image ID: The same drawing as the very first two images, with Pretzel and Whip, but with different palettes for them both. The first gives Pretzel a darker grey muzzle and underbelly. The second makes her a lighter purple, with darker purple on her muzzle and underbelly. The third leaves Pretzel unchanged from the original version, but gives Whip a dark brown muzzle and underbelly, as well as making the tuft of fur on his head and his tail yellow. The fourth is the same as the third, but with a lighter shade of brown for Whip's markings. /end ID]

[Image ID: several black-and-white sketches of Pretzel in different poses. There is one sketch of Whip in the top left with his wings and arms spread, one leg bent, and a bright smile on his face. To the right of this drawing is one of Pretzel standing awkwardly, looking to the side with a disturbed expression. To the right of this is a larger drawing of Pretzel, flying with one leg curled beneath her and one hand raised as she looks up with an annoyed expression. To the left of this is a sketch of Pretzel on all fours, wings raised as she hisses like a cat. Finally, in the bottom left corner is a sketch of Pretzel sitting like a cat, head tilted to the side and a mistrustful expression on her face. /end ID]

[Image ID: several black-and-white digital sketches of Pretzel in various poses and expressions. In the top left she sits like a cat, glaring upwards. Below that she stands on two legs, arms folded, one leg kicked back, glaring at something behind her. To the right of this is a drawing of her flying, arms folded as she rolls her eyes.

Near the middle is a sketch of just Pretzel's head and shoulders as she looks upwards with an expression of shock. Top center is a drawing of her head and shoulders in profile, a snarl twisting her muzzle. Next to it is a drawing of her resting her chin on her arm, smiling mischievously as she sticks out a snake-like tongue. In the top right is another drawing of Pretzel in profile, glaring. Below that is a drawing of her looking concerned; next to that, one of her looking to the side; below that, another profile shot, and next to that, her glancing to the side. /end ID]

[Image ID: a digital black-and-white sketch of Pretzel and Whip, both flying in the air. Pretzel is on the left, arms folded and legs bent under her as she looks up with a skeptical frown. On the right, Whip has his arms extended, one leg bent under him as he beams up at the sky. Pretzel's irises are large and pure black, while Whip's are small and have no pupils. /end ID]

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Sonic in his werehog form on the left and his hedgecat form on the right. The werehog has large, pure black irises, like Pretzel. He looks perturbed. The hedgecat's quills bush out like a lion's mane, and wings like Whip's hang from his back like a cape. His irises are pupil-less, like Whip's, and he grins broadly. /end ID]

[Image ID: several rough black-and-white sketches of a monstrous form of Light Gaia. The first, in the top left, gives it a bird-like head with a multitude of pointed ears, pointed wings, and bird-like legs. In the top left it retains the bird-like head, but now has a more quadrapedal body, with three pairs of legs and three corresponding pairs of wings. Its fanged mouth runs further up its beak than should be natural, stretching even past its eyes. In the bottom left is a drawing of Light Gaia with its beak parted and additional openings on its cheeks. Finally, the bottom right shows two images of Light Gaia's head in profile. The first shows a smooth, almost statuesque bird head with elegant pointed ears. In the second image, its head has been split by its fanged mouth, with additional mouths on its forehead and neck. /end ID]

[Image ID: a black-and-white digital sketch of Sonic in his hedgecat form. He holds Pretzel up by her throat, looking up at her with a fanged grin as she scowls down at him. His eyes have no pupils. /end ID]

hmmm... might revisit that last one...

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freakwiththeknifecollection · 3 years ago

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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 · 4 years ago

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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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