#why does nothing else compare to the feeling of someone playing with your hair

[becca-e-barnes]

Not to be too filthy but the thought of dbf!bucky warning you that he's not going to pull out?? 🤤

I've been thinking about this a lot today and I really like imagining the way he'd position you however he wants you. He doesn't tell you what he wants you to do, he just guides you instead.

Because I love the thought of him pressing gently on your shoulders while he's kissing you, urging you to sink to your knees for him. You take the hint, opening your mouth while watching him undo his belt but he swears he might lose it when you press your tongue over your bottom lip.

"Good girl." He tries not to sound too breathless when he presses his slick tip to your lips, letting you taste his precum, smearing it over your waiting tongue. It's not long before you're eagerly taking all of him, sucking and licking and enjoying the weight of him in your mouth. You feel the tip press to the back of your throat and you do your very best to remember to breathe, trying to ignore your own growing arousal.

The hand on the back of your head keeps you in place while he thrusts in and out of your mouth and it's nice to just let him take for a little while. When you need to, you can press back against his hand and give yourself a break but the praise he showers you with makes it's hard to focus on anything other than the throbbing between your own legs.

"Fuck, look at you." He groans, applying a little more pressure to the back of your head and you try to stifle your gag reflex when he nudges the back of your throat once more. "Such a perfect mouth. Feels like you were made for this, weren't you, baby? You take me like such a good girl."

God, you want to agree. Something about being his good girl leaves your panties soaked and your body desperate. He treats you right. He cares about more than just your pleasure; he cares about how you're feeling, inside and outside of the bedroom. He's good to you and that simple fact makes the sex even better.

Before too long, he's pulled back from your mouth and he's holding your chin gently, encouraging you to stand up again before he presses you back onto the bed.

You whimper quietly at the feeling of his thick fingers grazing the little soaked lace panties you're wearing before he takes them off and lets them drop to the floor.

"Please." You gasp, letting your fingers drift over your soaked sex with an urgency that surprises your partner. Bucky watches as two of your own fingers slip into your cunt before you trail them up to circle your clit. He doesn't miss how they glisten, coated in evidence of your overwhelming arousal.

Relief floods you when you feel him press his tip to your entrance, letting him sink slowly into you. Nothing compares to the feeling of that first glide into your body. It's intimate but it's downright filthy at the same time.

"Best fucking girl for me." Bucky groans the words between kisses to your neck, slowly pulling out before pressing back where he belongs.

You can only whimper, fingernails digging into his back, forever urging him to fuck you harder.

"I hope you know I'm not pulling out tonight." The words make your cunt flutter with excitement and you almost wonder if he can feel it. "Feels too good. I'm going to stuff this pretty pussy full." He cradles your face in one hand, his eyes locked on yours and you're acutely aware that there's nothing you want to feel more than the gush of his cum into your body.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Guts NSFW alphabet

Fandom: Berserker

Note: I don't even what this is. Feels kind of half-assed compared to my other works. No, I will not apologize for the picture.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Not really good with aftercare. Asks you if you’re good and that’s it. You have to tell him if you need some extra help. If you’re a clingy type you have to grab him and bring him close. At times he’s feeling vulnerable he holds onto you after sex on his own. Guts us flexible in these things and like everything else in the intimacy department, he needs to ease into this. Some times, when he uses sex as a trauma dump he clings to you almost desperately, and you learned to take it in stride.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Certified ass man. Guts like to look at a cute butt and likes to hold onto it even more. Drive-by smacks to the butt once you’re a couple. Likes to tap your ass from time to time to show affection. The bigger the better. Also loves your hair, long or short it doesn’t matter to him, but if it’s fluffy, the better. He likes to bury his face in them when no one is looking and take in their softness and your scent residing in them. Speaking of softness, Guts likes to absentmindedly play with your hair and ran his fingers through them when you’re sitting next to him or talking to him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Guts comes in loads, so you better be prepared that there’s gonna be a mess. Although the messiness is what turns Guts on. Watching you covered in his cum does things to him. If he could choose, he likes to cum on your stomach and thighs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He ponders from time to time what would it be like if Casca were to join the two of you, but he never voiced this thought of his around in fear of what reaction it would provoke in both of you. It just so happens that the two most important people in his life happen to be both very attractive and they get along quite well either. On your travels, there were many situations where the three of you were forced into positions that are more than friendly. Sharing lodging, rooms in a bathhouse, treating each other’s wounds and warming each other up whilst sleeping outside. It’s times like these when the line between lover and friend gets muddled.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Guts do not crave sex that much he doesn’t feel the need to experience sexual intimacy often, nor does he feel curious or want to experiment. I headcanon him as someone who cannot have sex without assessing it with intimacy and vulnerability. Probably has one or two partners in a lifetime.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he’s a ‘let me hit it from behind’ type of guy. Occasionally he likes to do it as you lay on your side. He also likes when you wrap your legs around his waist as he’s carrying you while simultaneously thrusting into you. He’s always open to trying new positions but for the most part the man knows what he likes and how he likes it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Yeah, haha, no. Guts is as goofy as a piece of concrete. He does, however, appreciate a goofy partner. In and out of the bedroom. Don’t ask him why, but he always felt naturally drawn to cheerful and whimsical people, out of nothing more than wonder. Things in a bedroom can get a bit too intense with him, and not the good kind. It’s good when he has a partner who can lighten things up.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

You probably need to have a talk about The bush between Guts’ legs. I headcanon him as way hairier than he’s portrayed in manga and it gets worse (better?) as he gets older. When you nag him enough, Guts tells you gay or sex worker to groom himself down there (like wtf man??).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

To the surprise of many, sex is an intimate affair for Guts. For him it’s a moment of great vulnerability, hence one of the reasons he avoided it for most of his younger years. It’ll surprise his partner how intense Guts is during these moments.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Occasionally rubs one out to let out some steam. He’ll start to masturbate more once there’s someone on his mind. Considering how long it’ll take him to confess and admit to himself and everyone involved that he has feelings, there’ll be a long ass period of his life when he spends his nights fucking his fist. To the point where one of his mercenary buddies will tell him to fess up and confess already cause they’re running out of bedrolls and rags that are not crusty, which will earn them a punch in the face.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Say it with me. Size Kink, Size Kink, Size Kink! Guts likes the fact his partner is shorter than him way too much. Most people are shorter than him but if there’s a considerable difference…ufff. You can’t stand how smug he is about it. Overall, not much of a kinky guy. His bedside manners are as simple as other aspects of him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

With his occupation, Guts learned not to be picky about where he fucks. As long as there’s not someone right next to you and can’t watch, he’ll do it anywhere. He doesn’t mind if you want to do it in bed only.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Touch him, it’s that easy. Guts is a simple man. A few well-aimed words and touches is enough to get him going. The man gets literally hard with an order. Glide your fingers along his collarbone, bite his lip, bite his neck. God please, bite his neck. Also, caressing his thigh gets him going easily, to the point where you cannot put your hand there in public, or else he’s gonna have a problem. Once you were sitting next to each other and you placed your hand on his knee. You didn’t even want to start something, just to touch him. He didn’t pay any mind to it, not even when you unconsciously moved that hand up and slowly unassumingly petted his leg. Until he had to stand up and noticed the massive tent in his pants. You never let him live that down.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Hitting, injuring, or insulting his partner. He has a serious problem with degradation. It’s too triggering and personal to him. Being submissive to his partner doesn’t sit well with him either. He naturally takes a dominant role in most life situations.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

At first, Guts preferred to have you suck him off rather than another way around. Again, he perceives kneeling near someone’s crotch as subservient and he’s not used to that role. Not to mention you look so good with your mouth licking up his length. He would watch you all day if he could. When you go down on him, Guts is surprisingly gentle. He knows there’s a lot to deal with in terms of his size, so he lets you go at your own pace. Usually has a hand petting your hair or holding your neck. When he gets close, he uses that hand to push and pull you on his length the way he likes. As mentioned, Guts preferred to receive rather than give, unsure how he would feel about putting his mouth on his partner. However, once he put his fingers, staining with your juices in his mouth. After that, he got more curious about tasting you. Now, he does it almost like an afterthought, a means to kill time constructively and pleasurably. You could be anywhere, lying under the night sky in the forest with other mercenaries, at the royal court during one of their festivities, out in the woods hunting, when suddenly Guts would look at you, something sparking in those dark, dangerous eyes. The next thing you know you are pressed against the nearest flat surface, desperately trying to muffle your moans as Guts ravages you with his mouth. He likes to overstimulate, just to bully you, and always ignores your protests and pleas with a sadistic grin.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

There’s nothing quite like good, hard fucking after a battle. Generals and other mercenaries Guts met said this often, and he has to agree with them. There’s just something about pressing you down on bedroll, the adrenaline of his most recent victory pumping through his veins, still riled up from all the fighting. Sometimes you had a little trouble walking the day after, and I say the day after because you won’t be able to do anything after Guts is done with you. The swordsman is not completely merciless though, he knows he’s big and strong, so he makes sure not to completely brutalize you, but anything besides that is game for him. Throwing you on his cot as he wrestles you down, your hands above your head or your ass in his hands as he lifts the entire bottom half of your body to meet his hips. After that be prepared for hours he pounds into you, pushing you around the bedroll. Other times, sex with Guts is a lazy languid affair. You were taken aback the first time he’s taken you like this. It dangerously resembled making love, although you’re sure he would vehemently deny it. His hips rolled into yours with unhurried passion, his lips finding yours every time you keened into his mouth, his hand never leaving yours the whole time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Guts sees them as a quick way to let off some steam and calm his mind. As long as you are at least partially covered before someone’s eyes he’s game for it anywhere and anytime.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Guts is pretty vanilla in this. He does not feel the need to experiment in the bedroom or discover new things in the bedroom. He thinks it’s overly complicating something that is meant to be simple fun.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This man is a beast. There’s no stopping him when he’s in the mood. You better be prepared to handle five rounds minimum. If you leave it after the first orgasm, he wouldn’t demand anything of you, but he’ll still feel that thrum in his blood, indicating that he’s far from done.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not big on toys. Again, he’s not partial to any enhancements and tricks during sex but if his partner wants to try them, he’s willing to try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The man has a bit of a sadistic streak. He likes to push you past your limits. To see you writhe and whimper while you try to babble out pleas and demands, it’s cute honestly. You think you can intimidate him, little thing? Well, if you struggle and put up a fight even better. He’ll make you pay for it double twice as much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mostly just grunts and growls kind of guy. He holds in his sounds a lot, you have to put in extra effort, but it’s worth listening to his throaty groans. He even makes an effort to muffle them by kissing you or burying his face in your neck.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Guts don’t sleep with a person unless there’s some sort of connection. He doesn’t have to love them, just like them enough to let his guard down. He honestly considers sleeping with total strangers weird, and dangerous.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Girl, if I tell you this man is packing some heat…The guy is well over seven feet, of course, he’s no sucker. He’s over eight inches and a grower. Thick straight and meaty, skin darker than the rest of him. It doesn’t matter how experienced his partner is, there’ll always have to be a little prep.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Guts’ sex drive is reasonably high, but he doesn’t really feel needy for sex unless there’s someone for him to mess around with. His drive is connected to his mood. Strong emotions, not necessarily positive ones, can enable him into a state where he looks for an outlet for them. Mans gotta learn some healthy coping mechanisms other than blowing his partners back out.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Considering that he’s often using sex as an outlet and a way to calm down, Guts fall asleep quickly afterward. Oftentimes you rolled over for some pillow talk and found him snoring loudly. Other times he either backs quietly in the afterglow while he lets his mind wander.

[lxdymoon0357]

Can I get a yandere Lohan with noble fem reader. Tq

(not what I had in mind, but still like it! Also, nothing that I could make for him with a noble....)

Lohan X Noble! Reader

✥ Lohan dating a noble is not too far fetched, but it is harder for you to accept his proposal as compared to if you were a commoner. Commoners will do anything to rise up to fame and if the emperor himself asks for a marriage proposal who would refuse? But as a noble, you could accept it, even if you would be known as a bit of 'stuck up' .

✥ But it's fine, Lohan would still somehow get your family to accept his proposal or if you want to go to the lovers route, he would probably meet you in one of his banquets and sooner or later he ends up courting you, nobody really knows of your relationship because Lohan has connections.

✥ Either way, he would slowly and slowly get more possessive and would refuse to let you out of your own room or out of his sight, it would become a problem as you wouldn't be able to fight because his manipulation skills keep you form doing so....

✥ He keeps you locked up in one room for your protection and he visits you every one hour to see how you're doing, in between work, meals or meetings, during those times, he will show you affection you need, kisses, gifts, smiles, jokes or hugs

✥ Oh speaking of spending time, he eats meals only with you, no one else! Eating with someone else makes him lose his appetite and he feels like throwing up, he can't help it and even if he does try to eat and doesn't feel anything for some time, but after they leave he gets all sick and has to take rest of the day off....

✥ Oh, he brings you jewellery from all over the capital or the entire empire, he enjoys decorating you like a doll, no matter what you say! Oh, one thing, he loves to buy hair jewellries or hair accessories to decorate your hair, because he finds someone's hair playing a huge role in their personality!

✥ Also, whenever you wish to do some different type of hairstyle, he has the best hairstylists ready to do anything you want! He would love to see you rock any type of hair, long hair, braids, short hair, wolf cut, bangs, curls, straight or wavy, doesn't matter, he finds you beautiful no matter what!

✥ By hair, I don't only mean ladies, NO NO NO! I mean men as well, he would love to see you have beautiful curls, waves or maybe shoulder length hair or maybe wolf cuts or maybe something matching his hair!

✥ He would love to sea you wear his clothes, they might either look big on you or maybe fit just right depending on your body type, he also finds matching clothes with him, so you both wear matching clothes, like him and his husband/wife/spouse wearing beautiful dresses and similar jewellries while they end banquets, parties or meetings!

✥ He teaches you how to make resin art, I think he knows how to make some resin art, because maybe Croa Empire has like this tradition for couples to make some resin art together? I don't know, but I headcanon this a lot, so why not?

✥ By resin art, don't only mean like some beautiful frame, no jewellery, daggers, clips, utensils, book marks, portraits, buttons, boxes, coasters, spoons, bowls, etc. And maybe, just maybe you enjoy making it with him!

[chaoticyumelikes]

Dark Danny x Gn!Reader

Headcanons

Warning: Toxic relationship, mentions of violence and implied murder.

. The Phantom is a canonically psychopath by human standards. That means while he cannot feel empathy towards you doesn't mean he can't pretend. And he happens to be very good at that.

. If, by the rare chance you don't know him by reputation, he will take his time letting you get to know the version he fabricated for himself. This version being a far more sweet and mellow version of his true self. Basically he will remember and pretend to be his late flesh version in terms of personality. If you DO know him through his (well deserving) infamous reputation, one of two things can happen:

One, you may be a runner, establishing yourself as prey in his eyes. He then will do everything in his power to seem harmless when around you till you gain somewhat of a false safety around him and then he will proceed to lure you to fall for his false "goody two-shoes" personality.

Two, you may try to act tough and ready for a fight which....to him....it'll be hilarious to be honest. He is the strongest of ghost kind, your human strength cannot possibly compare. But he will be patient. He is a dangerously intelligent and tactical individual, this is a chess game he will be very happy to play.

. It doesn't matter how he meets you either. You may be an innocent bystander of his "morning exercises" (basically him going around and destroying everything in his way) and he feels mercy towards you. You may be someone trying to take him down or even someone who set him free whether it was intended or not. His feelings towards you and his strategy is the same. He will consider you as a pet first and an extension of himself as time goes by. Your feelings towards this is irrelevant.

. He does act like you are his whole world and in a certain way he does "love" you as much as he is able. The why he loves you is anyone's guess however, and nobody is stupid enough to even find out. The very fact that you have the Phantom right by your side is a major contribute for everyone to give you a wide "social distancing", by miles... After all, Dan's presence alone is oppressive enough to discourage people and his power well....no one can will ever want to risk it.

. Speaking of his oppressive atmosphere, he tries to tone it down around you but you will get used to it really fast. You can even pinpoint his location when you feel the hairs behind your neck rising. You learn early on you don't have nothing to fear from the ghost....Well at least destruction wise since he considers you his property. Everyone else however is free game for him with little concern and a natural shrug of "they started it".

. He won't usually show his more destructive traits around you however. Not out of care mind you, it just would be a hassle to deal with your mood should it happen. Run away and he can always feel where you are. You could be in the middle of a crowd to try and blend in for him to just go directly to you (while the crowd itself scampers in a panic)."Needed a little fresh air, did you?" he would often smirk before taking you away "Next time just invite me. You wouldn't want me to get the wrong idea would you?". Should you yell at him or try to attack him and he would just go into his intangible mode and pin you to a wall with ecto energy binds 'till you are ready to have a civilized conversation.

. Don't get me wrong however, he will give you your freedom...to an extent. He trusts your safety since no one in this world or the ghost zone will ever mess with you. Not to mention, he has an arsenal of ghostly powers he can use to either find or mess with you. Like you walking down the street and suddenly you hear his voice right next to your ear before he even shows himself to you.

. While Dan Phantom cannot care for your emotions due to his lack of empathy doesn't mean he cannot feel them. Emotions are energy and ghosts thrive in energy. Especially on your stronger emotions such as fear, anger... yes, you are NOT immune to this jerk scaring the living sh*t out of you so he can feel the high of the emotion and then the anger and complaints you give him being only met with roaring laughter. Throw feelings of affection and adoration his way and see this ghost's ego skyrocket, his chest as full as his ego while the remnants of his humility get crushed as he says: "Of course you love me! I am the best!" he will even casually flex for good measure.

. There are some feelings however he cannot stand to feel from you: sadness and indifference. Indifference since it is a direct hit to his ego and sadness because...well you are a part of him, he isn't sad, he isn't pathetic nor weak and so aren't you. He will react to it as if these are emotions aren't allowed for you. Give him a name from someone or something and he will destroy it for you. You are a part of the life of the greatest ghost to ever exist, a God among mortals, you have NOTHING to be sad about! So yeah.....he isn't great at emotional support.... You will have to guide him here. Instruct through logical discourse of what your needs may be and they will be met with little to no discussion. Unless the request is, by his standards, foolish, like your complete freedom from him. If you do not help him through this....well his form of help may be literally shoving a box to you with a lot of chocolate, some plushies and a quick emotionless: "Grow out of it!"

. Any form of affection you might want from this overpowered ghost, must be initiated and vocalized from you. Want a hug, just say the world and he will open his arms for you and tease you endlessly: "Awwwww....Is my little human feeling needy? Come here. Let me take care of you." Should you be as reluctant with physical affection as he is.....and you will be subject of some forced PDA just out to spite you. He will force cuddles and sit you on his lap as he is speaking of important subjects with Fright Knight all the while feeding off your embarassment with a shit eating grin on his face at your red one.

. Since he doesn't need sleep, this will be to you one of your only forms of freedom. However, just because he cannot sleep doesn't mean he won't share your sleeping place with you (it would be rude not to). He likes watching you sleep. You're at your most vulnerable and you trust your safety to him with a blissful smile, it just does wonders to his ego.

[ackermannrot]

Levi with a taller S/O headcanons

this has been stuck in my head for like, well ever. I'm a good bit taller than levi, and whenever I read a fic where it mentions the reader being his height, or even smaller and thats part of why he likes her, i die a little inside agshjdgaksjdf. Nothing against my short queens, but I just needed a little Tall girlie love 😭 so here are some little things I imagined that would come of Levi dating someone who is even a little bit (or a lot lol) taller than him.

He doesn't like to show it, but he's definitely somewhat insecure about his height compared to yours. It's nothing to do with you- there isn't a single thing about you he would change. However, if he could change himself...

He doesn't do anything consciously to compensate for this, but if you played close enough attention you could see that he was definitely altering his movements. He was a skilled and intelligent captain, and was simply adapting to his environment.

He likes to manhandle you- despite the height difference, his incredible strength makes it come easy to him, and it's something he would be doing either way.

He can (and does) pick you up and throw you over his shoulder without breaking a sweat, usually when you're being particularly annoying (affectionate).

He likes to pull you down to his level, continuing the manhandling, he'll grab you by whatever he can get his hands on- the back of your neck, fingers on your chin, the collar of your shirt, even your hair. He slips his hands around you and pulls you down swiftly, grip firm and commanding, and presses his lips to yours.

He uses his surroundings- stopping a step or two above you so that he can kiss you at your level, remaining standing when you're sitting (especially when theres only one seat available, obviously) so that he can press a kiss to the top of your head, he even leaned down from his horse to kiss you once, you think he just likes being the one to lean down lol.

Granted, most of this is behind closed doors or when no one else is around, Levi is not a big PDA guy, but he's certainly not ashamed nor afraid to do so if the spirit moves him. He's the fucking captain, he'll do as he pleases regardless of who happens to be nearby.

When it comes to cuddling, he likes being able to wrap around one another in some way- lowering yourself when its time to sleep and resting your head on his chest. He enjoys wrapping himself around you as the big spoon, clinging onto you like a backpack and entangling your legs.

He would never admit it, and if you ever tried to tell anyone he would deny it, but he also enjoys being the little spoon. The way you engulf his frame, every soft inch of you pressed up against him as close as can be, and it wasn't often Levi got to be the one to feel protected.

Speaking of protecting, he does that, often and intensely. If anyone didn't know who he was, they may find his small frame stepping between you and a threat (perceived or real) almost funny, but most know that if Captain Levi steps between you and something else, squaring his shoulders, it was no laughing matter.

All this said- he fucking loves every inch of you. The fact that you're as tall and gorgeous as you are and you wanna be with him? Astounds him every day.

He honestly loves it this way, theres so much more of you to love, to explore, he could spend hours running his lips down every exquisite inch of you- and he does.

You're like a greek goddess, his goddess- towering above him and sculpted perfectly- and he is eager to worship every inch.

[forever-rogue]

Oohhh, how about "I will prove you wrong. Just watch." for your Javi G. prompts?

AN | Back into the Javi G pit we go 🥰❤️

Pairing | Javi  Gutierrez x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Discussions of Sex

Word Count | 4.2k

Masterlist | PP Characters, Main

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"Javi," you sighed heavily, despite your best intentions as you played with the condensation on the glass of your drink. You could feel his eyes studying you intently, his expression unreadable, "you don't like me like that. You don't like me the way you think you do."

"And just how do you know exactly what I'm thinking or feeling?" he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. You tried not to look, but it was hard when he was wearing a well fitted shirt that offered you just a peek of his tan, golden skin, "it is bold of you to assume you do."

"I'm not…no," you picked up your glass and quickly finished the rest of your drink, looking for any excuse to leave, "I didn't mean to assume. It's just that you come from a completely different world than I do…even after everything that happened. I've never belonged in that type of world and I don't think it would work now. I like you, Javi, I really do. And I've enjoyed every moment I've spent with you, but this is all it's ever going to be. We both knew that from the start."

“Just because it started out as one thing does not mean it cannot evolve into another,” he tried to reach for your hand across the table but you flinched out of his touch. His face fell when he noticed your hesitancy, “can you honestly tell me you do not have feelings for me? Because I can tell you I feel a type of way about you that I have not felt about anyone before…”

“Of course I have feelings for you,” oh. This was going to hurt and it was going to hurt badly, “I think you’re a wonderful person, Javi. And I…enjoy your company and I like having sex with you, but there’s nothing more than that. When we met, we agreed it would be just sex, no strings or feelings attached.”

“You’re lying,” his dark eyes didn’t waiver from yours as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You hated how easily he could read you, “I know you are. Are you lying to me - or to yourself? It is okay to let someone in and display those feelings.”

“Javi,” you let out a long breath before grabbing your purse, “please don’t make this harder than it already is. I will miss you very much, but we’ll move on. In a few weeks you won’t even think about me anymore. You’ve got countless women that would love to be with you.”

“That doesn’t mean I want them,” he ran a hand through his hair, making his curls more unruly than they already were, “I want you. Not just for sex but for everything. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Goodbye, Javi,” you put a few bills on the table before he could argue, moving to brush past him, but he was quick and was able to grab your arm, “Javi.”

“Listen,” did he really have to look at you like that with those eyes? You motioned for him to continue, “give me a few weeks. I will prove you wrong, just watch. I will prove to you that my feelings are much deeper than just sex. That we can be together despite whatever doubts you have.”

You paused for a moment, weighing your options. Fuck. You really did like him - maybe even loved - which is why you were running for the hills, if you were being quite honest. You did like having sex with him; no one else could compare to him. Was there really any harm in trying? The worst thing that would happen would be that in a few weeks you really did part ways with him. Best case scenario you’d have…him. Fully and completely.

“Okay,” you agreed softly, worrying your bottom lip, “okay. You’ve got three weeks, Javi.”

“Okay,” he gave that smile that always made you weak in the knees. He had to know the hold he had over you, “three weeks. It’s a deal.”

He held out his hand and you shook it, trying not to fixate on the fact that his hand was so large and warm, “deal.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d had a hard time sleeping the night before; you’d resigned to tossing and turning for hours, your conversation with Javi on loop in your mind. By the time you finally managed to get up, it was almost afternoon and you felt groggy and dazed. It wasn’t until a knock came at your door that you were startled into alertness. You looked through the peephole to find…well you weren’t quite sure. You hesitantly opened the door, poking your head out, “hello?”

“Delivery - these are for you,” from somewhere behind the huge, ornate arrangement of flowers you heard a small voice. The vase was shoved into your hands without ceremony and you balked at how heavy it was. 

“These can’t be for me,” you insisted, trying to hand them back. The delivery person said your name to confirm and you nodded in visible confusion, “who are they from?”

“I don’t know, but there’s a card. Have a nice day!” they almost ran before you could say anything further and you carried everything into the kitchen, setting it down on the table. It was nothing short of magnificent - easily the most beautiful flowers you’d ever seen. This had to cost someone a small fortune…oh. You grabbed the small card and hastily ready it, confirming that it was indeed from Javi. He’d somehow remembered what your favorite flowers were…you sure you’d mentioned them once in passing. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help but smile at them; no one had gotten you flowers like this before. 

Almost as if he knew you were thinking about him, your phone rang, his name flashing across your screen. You hesitantly picked it up, feeling nervous all of a sudden, “Javi.”

“Hola bonita,” he sounded so excited that it was hard not to feel that enthusiasm, “how are you?”

“I’m…fine. I just got up a little bit ago and then got this huge delivery of flowers,” you heard him inhale sharply, “they’re absolutely wonderful, Javi. You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” he insisted, “they are your favorites, no? I know you’ve told me, but I thought if I asked it would be too obvious.”

“They are. Good memory,” you bit the inside of your cheek, “thank you, Javi.”

“It was nothing,” maybe to him, but to you it meant a lot, “are you free tonight?”

“That depends…what did you have in mind?” he was definitely taking his opportunity and making the most of it. 

“How about dinner and a movie? Nothing fancy, just us.”

“Alright Javi,” you agreed, although if you were being honest it hadn’t taken much contemplation on your part. So much for trying to prove him wrong, “sounds good.”

“I’ll pick you up at six?”

“I’ll see you at six,” you promised, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves.You hadn’t really done this before with him…you’d never actually gone on a date. Sure you’d had dinner a few times together either before or after sex, but nothing like this. Nothing that wasn’t going just going to led into sex. 

When you’d met him months ago, at a random party in LA you’d been immediately taken with him. How could you not have been? He was handsome; a head full of chocolate curls, soft expressive eyes, and a smile that you could melt over. And then you’d heard him speak and you were a goner. He’d told you who was, sparing no details, and at that point you didn’t even care if it was all lies; turns out none of it was and he was that Javi Gutierrez. 

One thing had led to another and you found yourself going back to his hotel with him, only leaving in the morning after he’d thoroughly rocked your world…multiple times. But to your surprise, it hadn’t turned into a one night stand, but instead it became a sort of clandestine affair. 

You’d insisted on keeping it purely for sex from the start, knowing if it was anything more you’d fall in love. And you didn’t want to fall in love with because you couldn’t even fathom the idea that he might break your heart one day. Besides all that he was money - old and new. He came from a world of privilege and shiny, fancy things while you were far from that. It was two different worlds and you doubted you’d ever fit into his. But the sex was so good and you did like him a lot. So you’d kept it going all these months. 

But yesterday, things had changed. He’d asked you to meet for a drink after you got off work and while surprised, you didn’t say no. When he’d confessed that his feelings ran much deeper than just friends with benefits, you’d been floored. Surely he didn’t mean…he was just clouded in his judgment. You were certain he was making a mistake; you should be pursuing him and not the other way around, if anything. You’d given him the out, the clear chance to walk away but he didn’t want it. 

Maybe there was more to him than you’d originally thought. 

Now the biggest question was - what the hell were you going to wear?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next two weeks were spent in what felt like a whirlwind romance. That’s exactly what you’d been afraid of. That he would just be as wonderful as you imagined and make falling for him so easy.

After that first date of dinner and a movie, he’d dropped you off at him without asking to come in and when you volunteered, he declined. He’d left you with only a chaste kiss on the cheek, promising he’d let you know when he got home. You’d just assumed he would come in and spend the night, but there was something that made your heart flutter at the fact that he didn’t. That he treated this like a real first date. 

He’d asked if you wanted to go to the beach a few days later and you jumped at the opportunity. Not just to see him, which you were extremely happy about, but because you loved the ocean. Javi had shown up at your apartment in the late morning, swim trunks on along with a loose mostly open button up, a big picnic basket under his arm. You didn’t miss the way his eyes grew wide when he saw the swimsuit you were wearing. Maybe it was an impulse purchase, maybe it was carefully curated, along with your cover up and floppy sun hat for a reason.

When you’d gotten to the beach, he’d offered to help with sunscreen and took his sweet time making sure you were well covered. He totally knew what he was doing. But you just dished it right back, which somehow ended up with you giggling wildly, caged in his arms on the soft beach towel. He’d allowed himself to kiss you; it was gentle and saccharine and left you wanting more. It was hard to control yourself around him, especially when the beach wasn’t crowded and you had him all to yourself. But he kept it very lowkey, but you still had enjoyed your afternoon of swimming and lying out on the beach with him. Afterwards he’d taken you to a small little hole in the place for dinner before taking you home. You didn’t ask him to come in and he hadn’t pushed you. He did however, gently take your face in his hands and kissed you until you were both breathless and flushed. 

By the time the first week came to end, you’d seen him several more times. One afternoon he’d texted and asked if you wanted to go mini-golfing (you had) and another morning he called and asked if you wanted to have brunch (you absolutely had). 

The more time you spent with him, the more you got to know him, the harder you fell for him. He was unlike anyone you’d ever met. He was funny, kind, smart, considerate and caring, and quirky in all the best ways. Most of all, he showed you that he really did care; he remembered all these little details and things you’d told him mindlessly through the months you’d been sleeping together. No one you’d dated in the past had ever paid that much attention to you before.

But the one thing you hadn’t done, much to your surprise, was sleep together. It had become an unspoken thing but for some reason you hadn’t mind. Getting to be with him not under the guise of hooking up was…nice. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

There was a knock on your office door, which caused you to almost jump in surprise; you’d been intently focused on reading through a lengthy email. You found one of the younger interns watching you with curiosity, “there’s someone here for you.”

“Oh,” you hadn’t been expecting anyone, “you can let them in.”

“Okay,” she grinned but paused for a moment, “is he your boyfriend? He’s dreamy.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend…” oh. You bit your lip to try and contain your smile - it didn’t work. You shook your head, “Spanish accent?”

“Yes!”

“Javi,” you told her, “he’s my…friend. You can let him in.”

She bounced away, seemingly excitedly by the idea that he wasn’t your boyfriend; it hadn’t been the first time someone had been eyeing him in your presence. You quickly straightened yourself, wondering if you had enough time to touch up your lipstick before he came in. 

“Bonita,” his face broke in a grin as soon as he saw you. You almost jumped up and ran over to him before pulling him into a hug. The sudden display of affection caught you off guard, but you didn’t care. When he gently kissed you, your heart practically threatened to burst with joy, “hi.”

“Hi,” you laughed lightly before pulling back to sit on the edge of your desk, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was in the neighborhood-”

“Your apartment is across town,” you teased, watching as a flush of pink crept into his cheeks, “nice try. But, for what it’s worth, I am happy to see you.”

“Maybe I just wanted to see you,” he sat down in the chair in front of him, watching you intently, “I wanted to see if you were free for dinner. If…you’d like to come over to my place and we can cook together.”

“You just saw me yesterday,” your soft laugh made his whole body vibrate with excited energy. God, he’d fallen for you in a heartbeat, even if you hadn’t believed him, “are you sure you’re not tired of me yet?”

“Are you tired of me?”

“No,” you admitted softly, “I don’t think I could ever get tired of you, Javi.”

“I feel the same. It doesn’t matter how often I see you,” he stood up in front of you, gently raising his hand to touch your cheek, “I will still be just as happy. It has been two weeks.”

“You’ve got one week left,” you still found it hard to admit to yourself - you hadn’t even said it out loud, but he didn't need another week. If you weren’t so scared of the what ifs you’d already have told him. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist before giving it a gentle squeeze, “what time should I be over? What should I bring?”

“How about six?” he asked excitedly, practically bouncing on his heels, “we can have whatever you like…just text me and I can make sure I have everything ready. Just bring yourself.”

“Are you-”

“Yes,” he cut you off, bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I’ll see you tonight, Bonita.”

“See you tonight, Javi.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d left work early - luckily it had been a slow day - to get home and get ready for your evening with Javi. You didn’t know but there was something about tonight that made you more nervous than you’d expected. You took a long, hot shower making sure you were squeaky clean before hopping out to do your hair and makeup. You didn’t want to do too much, but still wanted to look nice. Although you had a feeling that you could have shown up in a hoodie and joggers and Javi still would have claimed that you were the most beautiful woman in the world. And yet…you wanted to do this. 

Opting for makeup that was minimal and letting your hair air dry, you scoured your closet for something to wear. After some debate you settled on a pretty yellow and white daisy sundress and sandals. That way you’d look nice but it wouldn’t look like you were trying too hard. Right? Right. 

Giving yourself one last look over, you couldn’t help but smile at your own reflection. On your way out, you grabbed a bottle of wine you had stashed for a special occasion, deciding that showing up completely empty handed just wouldn’t do. 

You didn’t even get a chance to knock on his door; he opened as you stood there with your hand poised, but had stopped yourself due to nerves. He must have heard because he was standing there, looking at you as though you had hung the moon and all the stars.

“H-hi Javi,” you offered him a tentative smile as his eyes remained fixated on yours, “I brought wine. I was always taught that you should never show up empty handed.”

“We’ll put it to good use then, bonita,” he reached for your hand to pull inside, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” your face flushed with warmth, “you look pretty good yourself.”

“If I’m going to make a good impression, I have to look the part,” he shot you a wink as he took the wine from you and set it on the counter, “and don’t say that I could have worn a sweatsuit and it would have been fine.”

“Well you would have,” you grinned, “you always look good, Javi. What can I-”

You were quickly cut off by his lips on yours as he gently kissed you, his hands cupping your face as you wrapped your arms around his waist. There was a sheepish expression on his face when he pulled back, “I’m sorry - I could not stop myself.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you swept past him into the kitchen, looking at all the ingredients he’d already set out. You’d told him that you didn’t have a meal preference for dinner and when he suggested teaching you a traditional Spanish dish, you couldn’t say no, “this looks wonderful. Hopefully it’ll turn out just as well.”

“Of course it will,” he stood behind you, placing his hands on the counter on either side of your frame, “I’ll guide you through it step by step.”

"Oh?" you leaned back against, barely to contain yourself when he rested his head on your shoulder, his hands settling on top of yours, "I'm not great in the kitchen, you might have to be extra thorough."

"I can do that," he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, before taking a step back. You made a small sound of disappointment at the loss of his body against yours, "one thing first. Some music."

He walked into the living room, grabbing a record from one of the crates you’d noticed the first time you were at his apartment. Javi must have known exactly what vinyl he was looking for, grabbing it without hesitation as he popped it onto the vintage record player. 

“Very romantic,” you beamed as he came back over, “really setting the scene here.”

“What can I say,” he stroked your cheek and you were reminded of just how large and gentle his hands were, “there’s nothing you won’t do for someone you’re wooing.”

“Wooing?” you grinned, “you’re wooing me? Is that what this is? Hmmm…”

“Is it working?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you bit your lip, finding it impossible to meet his gaze. Yes. You knew he knew that was the answer in your mind, “let’s dance.”

“What about dinner?”

“Dinner can wait,” he held out his hand, watching as you slid your much smaller one in his, “mi bonita.”

“I can’t dance,” you stammered nervously, trying to ignore the feel of his hand on your waist, “I’ll step on your feet.”

“I’ll teach you,” he insisted, “it’s simple.”

“Do you just know everything?” you let him lead, effortlessly falling into step with him, “why are you perfect?”

“There’s plenty I don’t know,” he insisted as you scoffed lightly, “there’s plenty you will teach me, I’m sure.”

“Javi…” you closed your eyes as you rested your head on his chest, “I…you didn’t need three weeks. You didn’t even need one or two weeks.”

“Oh?” he seemed surprised by your confession, but didn’t stop from gently swaying with you, “how long did I need?”

“You didn’t need any time. You already had me,” you admitted quietly, “I’ve been…I’m scared, Javi.”

“Do I scare you?” you’d back from him, leaning against the counter as you watched his face go through several different emotions.

“No - yes but no. I’m…I’m scared that you’re too good to be true. That one day you’ll get tired of me and not want me anymore. You’ll realize I’m so different from you and you won’t like it. I…I’ve had feelings for you from the start but I never expected they would go so deep,” it felt like a weight had been lifted off of your chest as you finally said everything out loud, “I thought if I pushed you away and we just had sex it would be fine. But it wasn’t. And then you’d look at me…like I meant so much to you and it…really wasn’t hard to fall for you. But I’m scared that one day you’ll break my heart and I can’t bear the idea that you would do that. You’re like a dream come true and I’m afraid I’ll wake up.”

“It’s not a dream, it’s all true. I am not a man that will just say something to say it. You should know that by now. 

“I do, I really do. But…what about when you go back to Spain? I imagine at some point you will - I know you like LA but it’s not your home, and I know you love Mallorca…”

“You’ll come with me,” his face had lit up at the idea, “or I’ll stay here with you.”

“I can’t ask you to make that sacrifice, Javi…”

"It’s not a sacrifice when you’re doing it for someone you love,” he insisted, smiling when you looked at him with wide, curious eyes, “I would do whatever you wanted…home is not always a place but the person you’re with.”

“You love me?” your voice cracked as the back of your eyes prickled with tears, “do you mean it?”

“Yes,” he promised softly, “I do.” 

“Oh. Oh,” you were trying to process everything he’d said, your mind reeling. He loved you. You knew he would never say anything if he didn’t mean it. That wasn’t him, “Javi…”

“I hope I did not make you uncomfortable,” he looked worried as you shook your head, “I would not presume you feel the same but I wanted to tell you. Like you said, you would give me a chance-”

“I love you,” you cut him off, surprising yourself and him by the sudden declaration, “I…I have been. And I’ve realized over the last couple of weeks just how much. Just how in love with you I am. And I’m not just saying that. You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“It hasn’t been three weeks,” the look on his face was golden. How could you not have fallen in love with this man? It would have been impossible, “are you sure-”

“Kiss me,” you cut him off by putting your finger on his lips, “I’m still…scared but it’s a leap of faith. And I’m willing to take that leap with you.”

He was kissing you before you could fully comprehend what had happened, his whole body enveloping yours as he picked you up and put you on the counter. He was reluctant to part his lips from yours, only doing so when you both needed some air. 

“Mi bonita,” he was smiling now, his whole face lit up with sheer happiness, “I-”

Your stomach gurgled loudly, which caused you both to laugh, “I’m hungrier than I thought!”

“Let us make dinner,” he offered his hand to help you off the counter, “can’t have you hungry, especially when you’re going to be working up an appetite later.”

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow, “is that so?”

“I have not touched you in almost three weeks,” he scoffed playfully, “I intend to change that tonight, bonita.” 

“Javi,” you gasped lightly as he pressed himself against you to guide you through the cooking process, “please.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he whispered in your ear, “I will give you everything, bonita. Don’t worry.”

“Fuck - I…I love you, Javi.”

“Y yo también. Te amo, bonita.”

[talenlee]

How To Be: Harrowhark Nonagesimus (In 4e D&D)

In How To Be we’re going to look at a variety of characters from Not D&D and conceptualise how you might go about making a version of that character in the form of D&D that matters on this blog, D&D 4th Edition. Our guidelines are as follows:

This is going to be a brief rundown of ways to make a character that ‘feels’ like the source character

This isn’t meant to be comprehensive or authoritative but as a creative exercise

While not every character can work immediately out of the box, the aim is to make sure they have a character ‘feel’ as soon as possible

The character has to have the ‘feeling’ of the character by at least midway through Heroic

When building characters in 4th Edition it’s worth remembering that there are a lot of different ways to do the same basic thing. This isn’t going to be comprehensive, or even particularly fleshed out, and instead give you some places to start when you want to make something.

Another thing to remember is that 4e characters tend to be more about collected interactions of groups of things – it’s not that you get a build with specific rules about what you have to take, and when, and why, like you’re lockpicking your way through a design in the hopes of getting an overlap eventually. Character building is about packages, not programs, and we’ll talk about some packages and reference them going forwards.

I’ve had this one in the drawer since like April, I didn’t realise just how much I was going to enjoy digging into it two books later.

Oh and hey, sorta-but-not-really spoiler warning? I don’t mean to spoil the books to examine the character, but there is some inextricable hairs that come off with this particular bandaid. Particularly, if you know nothing about the books, there’s a vision of ‘proper’ fandom that says I shouldn’t do anything that gives you any impression of anything in the story, that I should somehow make a hermetically sealable piece of media because someone hypothetically should know nothing about the book when they first engage with it. This is silly. Telling you that, for example, in Harrow The Ninth we get to see that Harrow is a really good necromancer, that shouldn’t be considered as a violence against engagement with the books.

I liked the books, by the way, I think you should check ’em out.

First thing we do for these articles is to consider the character we’re trying to replicate, and to look at them in terms of what they can or can’t do, how they do things, and how we can capture that feeling. In the game system I’m using here – 4th edition Dungeons & Dragons – there’s a few things that can make Harrow a little challenging to interpret.

You’re Not The Nonagesimus

Harrow’s level of power is going to be hard to replicate in any team story game. The character’s powerful, in a way that holds a whole front of a battlefield on her own. Basically, where 4e D&D wants players to work together in a reasonably small space to engage with combat challenges and more widely apart for non-combat challenges, it’s not the same thing as ‘I’m going to this opposite end of the fortress to you.’

Instead I want to talk about significance and communication.

First up, significance! You don’t need to make a character whose apparent, tangible power, is unfairly overbalanced compared to anyone else. You don’t need some excuse that makes your character ‘more powerful’ and does things out of type to everyone else in the group. Don’t approach things where the story and the cinema in your head has to match a sense of prestige in the actual play experience. So set aside ‘Harrow can do big things, so I should be able to do big things.’ Big is relative. Harrow’s conflicts are on the scale of an empire, and she fights truly dreadful things that are big and scary when she fights them, even if they only ever seem to usually get to be ‘the size of a dude’ or a big monster.

Next up, communication! In the context of her own story, Harrow has two major narrative threads and in each one, despite being around people who can help her, she doesn’t talk to very well and therefore, spends a lot of time on her own rather than working with friends. This is because in the context of her story, she is dealing with matters of life and death and the movements of gods through eternity, and she doesn’t know who to trust. Do not take this vibe as a demand to be an annoying player. Talk to the other players. You don’t even need to talk in character, talk to them out of character about how to cajole or direct or get information out of you, work out the best ways for the narrative to work that feels right. Is your Harrow a super smart one? Is she a bumbling goofaloopus who thinks she’s super smart? In the former case, she might insightfully deploy information to the party, working out the best way to do it. If she’s a dummy, you can have her slip up or let information out that she’s not realising they notice, because why would she notice that they’re not stupid. Basically, work with other players.

Basically, you’re not going to be bringing Harrowhark. You’re going to be bringing your version of a Harrowhark. You’re going to be doing a reimagine, a spin, a different vibe. In a D&D style game, that might mean this grumpy little rat baby wandering around behind the group, scrutinising things then at the last minute producing a deeply insightful message that everyone else is waiting for. It might mean you’re a smug necromancer who’s so goth she shits bats and when the time comes for battle to start you make bone spines appear out of the ground and impale a dozen enemies in one shot. The game has a different demand, and the important thing is not perfectly replicating the greatest necromancer in history, but rather, capturing the vibe.

Okay, what is the vibe then?

Considering Harrow

Harrow’s a necromancer, that’s a given. We don’t see her do a lot of what you might think of as autonomous necromancy. No summoning a skeleton and sending it to do a thing, like a programmed entity. It’s not that we have proof she can’t do it, but we know she can turn little bits of bone into big bits of bone, but don’t put much stock in bones as a construct versus bones as a tool.

We know she’s not strong. Not totally lacking in strength, but not strong. Generally there’s implication that necromancers like her are wussbags, so there’s a certain measure of expected sickliness going on. Still, despite this, we know that she makes herself armour of bone, and even a sort of powered armour regimen that lets her use bone supports to carry heavy objects! Bone shields come up too.

While she’s definitely a good necromancer, the stuff that makes you a good necromancer can be compared to the stuff that makes you a good theoretical physicist. She’s capable of engaging with high level theoretical applications of necromantic theory, ways to bind and attach souls and wards, all sorts of things that you don’t need to understand unless you’re also a necromancer trying to un-necromance the stuff she’s necromancing.

We know that Harrowhark can carry and use a sword — she does, in fact! Not well most of the time, but it’s an option.

Reconstruction

Alright, so how do we construct someone who has the makings of all these parts? Well, this is actually pleasantly open compared to some other versions we’ve looked at for exploration in 4th ed D&D.

First of all, we can rule out that she’s probably not martial, primal or psionic as her power source. Martial characters are nonmagical and tend to be about exerting very material forces on people. Primal is usually nature magic, and, without going into spoilers, while you can make a long reach that that’s applicable it kinda isn’t, given the who and what is involved. There’s a definite mental magicality to her; she cares about concentrating, devising formulas, plans and projections – basically, it’s very easy to imagine that Harrow’s power needs to be intelligent. Force of will, maybe? But she’s definitely smart as much as we can measure that.

She’s definitely going to need or want that standby of Ritual Caster that lets any given character pick up magical rituals and rites to do things like create keys out of bone. It’s even got a currency for its execution, ‘ritual components,’ which uh, in her case? They’re probably all bones.

Armour is wide open, and Harrow is vague enough that we could have her as a lilting dress-wearing robey wizard, or as a crunchy tank with the right excuses, though I bet she whines about it a lot.

Build Basics

Now, if there’s anything that’s going to matter to every possible ways to build this character, this is where we get it out. In this case, Ritual Caster is our first place to start. No matter how you spoon this soup, Harrowhark needs access to a wide variety of magical abilities across a host of different disciplines that don’t matter for combat. Rituals are a great way to get those — and you want to dedicate some money as you level to pick up some rituals that are very her.

Some rituals to grab that I think match what people would expect a Harrow-like being able to do:

Gentle Repose

Hold Portal

Silence

Tenser’s Floating Disk (MAKE IT OUT OF BONE)

Undead Ward

Speak With Dead

There’s others – but really, just look at the rituals for anything you like and pick up the ones that make sense ‘made out of chunks of bone.’ Play with it, and I recommend being as unsettling as possible. If I ever do this in my own games, I am absolutely playing someone whose phantom steed is a horse made out of human bones and the hooves are enormous molars pressed flat-down onto the earth.

Anyway, where was I, oh yes!

The Artificer: A Heart Is A Pump

The Artificer starts with Ritual Caster, good. The Artificer gets to summon things, which you can theme as constructs made out of bone, good. The Artificer can use an implement instead of a weapon, even better! The Artificer is intelligence-based, but also can wear heavier armour, perfect!

The Artificer has a problem in that it’s single best power they get at level 1 and it never stops being good. It’s called Magic Weapon and you need to face it that as an Artificer, you’re always going to have to treat your powers in terms of ‘what can I weave around a Magic Weapon?’

The Cleric: Faith In Jod

Another armoured class, the Cleric has access to a lot of necrotic powers. They’re even implement based, so you don’t have to spend time lugging around a big sword you can’t use, you wimp. But the other thing is, these implement powers are touch range, which is very in keeping with Harrow being able to throw fingernails at people to turn them into spires of bone, or having to touch someone to make the bones in their body do extremely hecked up stuff.

You can also heal people, which is weird, but you know, whatever hobby you’ve got. Putting a body together can’t be that much harder than taking it apart. Also, starts with Ritual Caster.

The Wizard: Perhaps Most Obviously

Almost any given piece of Wizard nonsense can be done here. The Wizard is one of the weird 4e class options in that because you don’t have a very specific purpose beyond ‘being wizardy’ they let the Wizard do a lot of stuff. My particular fave here is the starting power rotting doom which turns off enemy healing, and is great for regenerators, restless dead which is a pile of bones grabbing at people who get close, and dread presence which also is not only a big area blast of nasty bone spear junk, it also ignores necrotic resistance.

Oh, and Wizards get access to the level 9 power Animate Dead which lets you resurrect one of the defeated foes and use their body like a puppeteer, which y’know. Not inappropriate for Harrowhark!

Junk Drawer

The Swordmage sits in the junk drawer. Not because it’s inherently worse than the others but because it flies in the face of the idea of a low-strength build. Similarly, the Paladin could be a great option if you want to be a center-stage defender type Harrow, using your implement, and maybe even picking up the Blackguard powers that let you throw Necrotic damage at people. Both of these builds need to pick up Ritual Caster, though so it’s a little less free than just starting with it.

Harrowhark is a character who we have seen – literally – do hilariously little in her story compared to what a typical D&D character would do. This is just another way to add her into another AU, to find your own version of the character and give her a chance to have adventures and fun and maybe be a bit less abused by literally every part of reality.

And isn’t that fun?

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[margotwhites]

A/N: So, some people enjoyed my first published work, and with that I decided to post this one. I'm not really confident about it, but maybe I'm overthinking. also, there might be grammar mistakes, since english isn't my first language. sorry about this :)

Anyway, This is another JASON x FEM!READER fic, because i love this boy heavily.

summary: (1,9k words) Jason build an habit of visiting her in the Manor. They try to comfort each other about life's shit, him more directly, and her by small actions. Also, the trope can be said as "not only one bed, but i want to share it with you", i guess. Reader is 17, last year of school. I perceive jay as 19, a bit after he adopted the red hood persona, so things are still harsh between him and brucie.

hope u guys enjoy.

Promises - from me, to you.

She knew the night was rough when he shoved his helmet in her desk with harshness. Looking at his eyes, the reason of hiding them in the field is clear - he is unable to disguise his emotions. Those blue, green eyes (she's never been able to decide the color) stares at her. Jason's hair was a mess, the curls undefined and shiny from sweat, and his breath trembles as he fights against the tears trying to escape. She gets out of bed, the clock exposing the sinfulness of the time they usually meet.

"Balcony?" scratching the eyes, trying to get rid of the sleepiness, her tired voice awakes a feeling of guilt inside Jason. Hoping the sleep deprived her from noticing the drops in his cheeks, he pushes the guilt to the back of his mind; remembering himself that she told a million times his presence wasn't a bother.

"Yeah."

Out in the balcony, they stare at the sky. Gotham's lights steals all the shine from the starts, so it is nothing but a black cloak. He feels like smoking, an usual urge lately. Their forearms are supported by the railing, wind making her hair swing. He looks at her profile, and he can feel the adrenaline finally vanishing.

Caught staring, she looks at him back with a smile, "Rough night?"

"All of them have been, lately." She hums in agreement.

The girl plays with her fingers, looking at the city. Jason is unsure about the reasons he comes to her. Before these meetings, he would simply go to his apartment and stare at the wall. Or find something else to full his mind. But, after that first night they talked... It was so simple, so easy. No drama, no disagreements. He could just be himself without worrying about what she would think of him - because she never corrected nothing. Never gave him a lecture about his ways.

"Still studying for those exams?" He nedeed to talk about something. Anything other than cases, crimes or fucking death. Just small talk.

"Most of the time. Is hard, you know. Sometimes my mind tricks me into thinking I'm unable to complete the tasks."

"Why's that? You have some of the best grades in your class."

"I'm not sure. There's always someone outstanding me, and not only in school. I just... I kinda compare myself a lot, I guess."

He knows the feeling. Growing in the Manor, he usually compared himself to Richard and even to Bruce. He had to die to understand - he was his own person. Even so, in some aspects, those tricks always catch him too.

"I know it sounds cliche, but there's really no reason to compare yourself."

"I know. I mean, look at this city. Millions of people, millions of stories. Can you imagine all that goes on? And I'm so lucky to live here now. Most of these people would kill to have the life I got. But I still feel so... undeserving."

His eyes follow her movements, now her back supported by the railing. Hair swinging a little in front of her face. A perfect movie take, he thinks. He also thinks that, if she believes being undeserving of this life, Jason can't assure if he deserved to come back to it. Actually, he's sure he does not. Hell, he didn't even wanted to come back.

Realizing Jason went into the depths of his mind, she sighs, trying to bring him back.

"I compare myself to you guys the most." As she expected, this called attention.

"Why?"

A bitter laugh. "Why? Jason, look at you. You give so much for this city. Even if the others disagree with your methods, you stand for yourself and... I don't know. You guys do so much. I feel like time's running out and I'm unable to keep the pace."

"We do this so you, and other people, can have their own pace. There's no reason in sacrifice if everyone does it."

She tilts her head to look at him, not appearing to notice his sudden change of tone, "I know." The wind gets stronger, her arms shivering.

"Let's go inside. You're cold." He opens the balcony glass door, pulling her in.

"Come sit with me." She jumps into the bed playfully, petting her side for the sake of his presence.

"I'll dirty your bed."

"So I'll stand with you." And she did stand, face in the height of his chest. His heart pounded at the difference of power between them. Not because he finds said difference amusing, but it's the way she acts around him; comfortable, happy with his presence. Even when both of them know he could do to her - with her - wathever he wanted. But she trusts him. With this in mind, he does a silent promise to her; but mostly, to himself: He'd always use this in the sake of protecting her. Realizing he's been quiet for some time, he laughs.

"I think it's time for me to go, actually. Sun's rising and you need to go back to sleep."

I don't think I deserve this. His eyes, against his wish, might have revealed the process of thinking.

Her brows furrowed, and he never found this girl more beautiful than now. "Stay, Jason. You have a room in the Manor, just take a shower and come back here."

Even knowing she didn't meant that, he felt shivers in his back. I'll always come back to you, the words begged to leave his lips.

"Nah, you do need to sleep. And I don't want to find Bruce in the middle of the corridor, honestly."

"Take a shower in my bathroom, then. I'll grab your clothes, you had a rough patrol. Just relax a bit, we can even watch a movie if you want."

He ponders about the tempting offer. Fuck it, fuck what Bruce will think if he finds out, and fuck his own feelings of excitement about sharing this moment with her. She's right, the night was rough and he deserves to have ordinary, simple moments. He has the right to seek something- and to seek someone. And he has the right to do something about it.

"Okay. There are fitting clothes in the first drawer of the closet." He kept some casual clothes in the Manor, for situations that he might want to stay. He's glad he ever believed one day he'd want to be there.

Entering her bathroom, while she sneaked into the corridor, he observed every aspect of the place. The elegant curtains, the big mirror. Her products for skin, and her hair. All from the greatest quality - thanks Bruce for taking such good care of her - and soft towels. Taking off his dirty clothes and tossing them behind the door, he allows the water to clean his body and mind.

His hair would smell like her for the whole next day, and he felt like a creep for realizing it, enjoying it and being unable to control the little smile in his face.

A knock pulled him out of the thought, "Jay, your clothes!" He grabbed a towel and rolled in his hips. Opening the door just enough to grab it, he thanked her, getting ready to bed.

•••

Her bed was soft. He sitted in the end of it, watching her choose a movie in some streaming platform. The pajamas fitted perfectly. A small shorts, socks with a lot of small Yodas stamped. A cute long sleeve shirt, but a bit tight. Her hair a mess from the wind. He stared at her, trying to make his eyes stare up.

"Oh I swear, If I had to choose between only two movies it would be so easy. The problem of this world really is the amount of possibilities."

"Hey. Forget the movie. Let's just..." Just what?

Just stare at each other laying in bed? He would actually like this. But it's strange to word it.

"Just what, Jason?"

"Talk?" He sounded like a stupid, inexperienced teenage boy. Well, he was feeling like one- so that's fair.

Giving up the movie, she turns off the TV.

"Fine, get in the sheets. I'm cold!" They both enter inside the sheets, a comfort warm embracing their bodies. He realizes how tired he is, eyes heavy.

Her eyes trail Jason's face shamelessly. She didn't felt that urge of pretending not to stare like he did. She just observed him, enjoying his features.

"You're so pretty, Jay." His heart jumped. What does he answer to this? Compliments back? No, kinda clumsy. Denies it? She'd get mad at him.

"Ahm. I- okay." She laughs, lighting the whole room.

"And soooo cute."

"Stop it, now you're saying this only to tease me." He feels a smile growning in his own face.

"Sleep here with me, Jason?" She asked suddenly, after some moments of silence. Her voice went low, as if she was unsure about wording the wish. His mind went quiet. They agreed of him staying a little more, but he'd been sure she would eventually ask him to leave. He licks his lips, trying to choose a proper answer;

"I have my own, and I don't want to bother you."

"Yeah, but I wanna make sure you really sleep. Besides, I feel a bit scared at nights here, being honest. I'm also alone because Bruce and the boys do patrol. Would be nice have a company."

Bullshit. He knows she doesn't feel scared- it's impossible to have fear about the exterior in the Manor. Everybody knows about the absurd high security. But, feeling alone - that's usual. She's trying to convince him to stay, he decides.

"Fine. But don't get used to it." She doesn't know, but he says this more to himself. Don't get used to it.

"You said this exactly when we first talked at the balcony, and we do it almost every week."

"This is different."

"Yeah, yeah. Guess I'll have to bring your clothes to my room." Please do this. Let me be here always. He forces a laugh,

"Go to sleep." She doesn't close her eyes.

"You first, jaybird."

"Are you what, five?" A chuckle.

"No, Jason. I want you to sleep with me. Hold me. Stop being oblivious." So confident. She states that with so much assurance. He envys this briefly; and his heart skipped a bit as he remembers himself they are friends, she's asking him to hold her because they are close friends. Right?

His hands are trembling for some reason. "Right."

He had promised to be the protector, and realized it was stupid of him to do so. Stupid of him, because in the end, he's the one feeling safe while having his arms around her. Her back pressed in his chest, her smell lulling him to sleep. The softness of her body made him hold tight, hand resting on her waist. His last thought before drowning in dreams was the sure this would be the best sleep of his life.

That night had been rough on him; just as his whole life had. And Jason build walls around him - walls that he always believed were unbreakable. Proving all of his sures wrong, she was melting all barriers without a single weapon. 

 Sometimes, protection is not about force - but the simple will of being close. Is about choosing to be together, even when you don't have to.

Listening to his steady breath and getting closer to Jason's body, she realizes;

You completed the task, girl. You deserve this.

And she smiled.

[oddball-artz]

I am gonna flood your inbox, just warning you now 🤗

So, you want questions? I'll give some to ya.

1. How tall is Dalia?

2. If she was granted anything she could want, what would she want?

3. Any family? If so, who's she closer too?

4. How does she feel about colorguard? Is she good at it?

5. If she was friends with one of my own oc's? Who, and why would she be friends with them?

6. Lastly, if she was dared to eat dirt for 20$ would she?

Sorry for all the questions! I wanna know more abt her, and squeeze her like she's one of my blorbos.

Here we go, in order! :]

1, Dalia is 5'6, and she's also 15 and weighs around 160 pounds just to cover bases

2, if she could have anything, it would probably be peace of mind. She's usually worried about something or someone, and she puts her concerns about and need to protect those close to her above her own needs. She wants a way to just shut out her thoughts and have the peace her epithet can provide to others, but if she tries to use her epithet on herself it doesn't work, so she's constantly seeking out ways to get that peace, but her thoughts never go away, she can push them to the back of her mind but they're always there and she wishes they weren't. (Lowkey needs therapy tbh)

3, alr family wise she has a pretty big family(so many cousins but I'll make a tree later, I promise) but for immediate family she has 2 siblings, both younger. The middle kid is Esme, and she's 9, and she's pretty close with Dalia (even though some days she makes her wanna rip her own hair out bc omfg does this kid not listen). The youngest is named Jasper, he's 8, and he's sweet, but that doesn't mean he doesn't cause trouble, it's just that when he just does it's more sneakily than when Esme does it. When they play together, it's just basically this (https://youtube.com/shorts/7EVy_Bh6lNk?si=qKcONC0YZzcMUH2b sorry idk how else to link it) Dalia regularly walks in on them being like this and is used to it at this point. Her mom is pretty distant and is constantly working, and Dalia wishes she was around more. Her mom(named Avery) also just kinda pins her siblings onto Dalia whenever her dad isn't home. Her dad(named Carter) is a stay at home dad who's trying his best. He's got a lot going on, but despite it all, he's pretty close with Dalia. They have the same sense of humor, so if you put them in a room together, they constantly crack jokes at each other. He was on drumline when he was her age, and that's part of the reason she joined guard bc she wanted to be involved with the marching band like her dad. She looks up to him a lot.

4, she likes colorguard a lot, but there was definitely a learning curve. If you saw her at her first performance compared to her latest, you wouldn't think it's the same person. She gets super nervous before performances tho (she cried because of her nerves before her first real performance) but the more performances and practice she got under her belt the better her nerves have gotten(she still gets a little panicky before big shows and parades, but nothing compared to how it used to be)

5, Prolly Sabrina, i feel her idgaf energy would ground Dalia in a way(I have a lot of friends with that energy and idk why but it grounds me, so now figuring out why is Dalia's problem lmao) They also have similar music taste(Dalia playlist coming soon) If they were friends they'd totally send eachother fanfic for fandoms they're both in at ungodly hours of the night lmao

6, short answer, no (but if you push, yes.) Long answer no, and not because she's above eating dirt for cash but because she knows she'll probably get made fun of if she does. She folds to peer pressure pretty easy tho (people pleaser) and could probably be convinced to if you pushed her about it.

(Sorry this took so long to make lmao, and tysm for asking questions about her. Sorry if this is kinda bad. I'm a better artist than I am a writer)

[forestshadow-wolf]

I.S.B.T.P.K.F.T.S moments (chapter 3)

fic link written by @tavtarnish. this is gonna be a long one so buckle up beeches (affectionately) or don't, I can't tell you what to do.

Ok I missed one (1) very important thing from last chapter. Ghost touching him/his hair

~ like COME ON, soap, my boy, suds, shampoo... you are so oblivious to ghost's pining. WHO else does that man touch?! Hmm? I'll wait... no I won't, because it's NOBODY! And here he is with his grubby (affectionate) little fingers in YOUR hair. And you're so BLIND to it. Like !!!!! Please !!!!

Anyway thank you for coming to my tedtalk. I'm so normal about them as you can see.. no I'm not. I'm so down bad for them being down bad for eachother. It's not even funny

chapter 2 chapter 3

"Soap never claimed he was a saint"

~ there's so much in the first paragraph but this stood out way too much for me to not mention it first. like of course he isn't a saint, nobody is... but the way it's said. it's a completely factual statement, nothing emotional about it. it's then followed by "nor did he pretend to be one." which is simply another factual statement. just words, but then again it's not exactly rare that facts can hurt more than some lies. /but/ on the flip side if you took those words and gave them to someone, "soap, you were never a saint." well those words are emotional. they're meant to hurt, meant to strike a nerve. and then you take that second half and make it a response, "and I never claimed to be one." then that turns into a deflection. like jerking your arm when you hit your funny-bone. a sort of desperate attempt to fix...something. maybe that's why it stands out to me. because it hurts but... i don't think he meant for it to hurt him. maybe it was just a fact but then the hurt kinda came as an afterthought like, 'oh that made me feel kind of not good slightly and idk why'

~ yes I'm giving this point two parts. because i have two thoughts on it that kind of connect but only vaugely. this is also the RSD, and again logically of course he isn't. I think it also does or could lead in 2 different directions. 1) of course he isn't, so why even try to be. right? or 2) well yeah maybe he isn't, but maybe he could have tried harder to be like one or a little less unsaintly. i need to emphasize that these two points can coexist at the same time (tbh im like 70% sure this would be a form of executive dysfunction. where you know that you can/should do something, but you can't make yourself) im also swinging back to those self-esteem issues, because those go hand in hand. like even just the comparison in it of itself. a saint, a holy figure, compared to a 'selfish' military man. there is no comparison if you are weighing guilt. it's a stone vs a feather, the feather is by nature lighter than the stone. and it'd take a lot more feathers to make one kg (I kinda wish america would just switch to metric) than it would stones. anyway im 100% sure I read too far into this

Soaps want (need) to be near ghost almost constantly

~ i honestly don't know why this happens but anytime I become really attached to someone I just want to touch them. not in a weird way, just gotta make that clear. but more like slinging an arm across their shoulders, or using them as a foot/head rest, or playing footsies. im very aware that this often can read as flirtations but thoes really aren't my intentions. I feel like this is the same way for soap. I know that their relationship is romantic but I feel like this definitely is not soap flirting or anthing like that. I think this is just soaps brain being like 'yes this is a good person, must touch, be close'.

soap's subsequent need to be far away from ghost right now

~ it's so damaging to himself that it reached through he screen and punched me in the face. placing price and/or gaz between him and ghost? ugh that hurts. and then on top of that he feels like it's selfish? like baby no. please be nice to yourself, ghost cares about you. he cares about /you/ not Sergent Mactavish.

him just wanting that feeling to stop

~ that tightness in his chest that he feels, almost like shame or disgust at himself. the way that it squeezes tighter whenever he sees ghost. and the way that he gaslights himself into thinking that pulling away will make that feeling go away, even tho he knows it won't.

~ adding this as a separate thing under the same point bc idk how to label it. metaphors and emotions don't mix with logic and physics. because they're not tangable. they're harder to grasp, harder to understand. they're slippery, and hard to explain. and somehow you just know that you can't fix them the same way you fix a broken vase. how usually the most logical way to fix and heal them is not glue, or gold, or tape, or anything else like that. you can't just stick them together and hope that it fixes itself. you can't even simply scrap them and get another. sometimes the best way to fix them is to not do anything at all. and sometimes it's to run away. and sometimes you can't fix them. and maybe this was poorly explained but the point is: logic and emotions are opposites, you cannot fix one the same way you do another. maybe that's why Soap is running away 'pulling the knot tighter' hoping that it'll unravel itself.

HE SAID IT!!!!! HE SAID THE THING!! HFJDHFJDKSJ

~ "god forbid he disappointed his superior" he said thought that. he's acknowledging the RSD without even realizing it. and he doen't even knwo why. he wonders what changed, where his opposition for authority went. where that idgaf attitude went. it didn't go anywhere. it's that this time it's Ghost. not any other lieutenant, it's /GHOST/. and it matters because ghost is important. ghost matters to him. he cares about ghost. about what ghost thinks.

can we just talk about this man punching an MP officer for a second?

~ like the SoapGhost shipper in me wants to think that it was because the officer was talking smack about Ghost (logically that I know that it isn't true in canon or this fic, but still, I can dream right?). a part of me thinks it'd be funny if the officer was insulting his (fabulous) hair, even though I don't really think it fits his character. a very hopeful part of my brain says he did it because the officer was saying something sexist or racist or homophobic or something of that nature. because I fully believe that he would have a reaction like that to that kind of situation.

~ also just casually locking said MP officer in his own car?? first of all, I guess what else would you do in that situation. second of all, i just know he had such an adrenaline rush from that, i'd pay to see a video of that. him maybe with a bunch of buddies, all running from the scene of the crime, the camera angle is shaky and bouncing up and down cus the camera-man/woman/person is running away too.

the way he's acutely aware of the fact that he's treating Ghost differently

~ back to the sads now. his relationship with ghost is unique to anything else he has with anyone else. he's so finely attuned to ghost himself, it's crazy, INSANE even. I just know that he /loves/ his dynamic with the man. and yet it makes it /that/ much harder for him to act 'normal' around him.

~ also the way he is vehemently denying his feelings for Ghost. and when i say denying I don't mean the kinda "no I'm not interested in my superior, bla bla bla". I mean the kind where he knows and accepts his feelings, but at the same time won't allow himself to feel those feelings.

soap doing the bare minimum of not overworking himself, and ghost watching him

~ that burning urge need to do something, anything that keeps his mind occupied. the way he has to find a proper balance between pushing himself, and not getting sat on his ass in medical. i can feel in my bones that he feels like what he is allowed to is not enough, that's why he goes back to that nervous tic of scratching at his fingers. you could argue he could do something like paperwork or whatever (what do military people do? idk) but it's just... different. it /has/ to be physical work.

~ the way ghost is so worried about him, is watching him. but the way it feels like he's being scrutinized. like he thinks ghost thinks he's incapable of his job. the way he just wants ghost to stop looking at him. the way it sparks an irrational rage in soap, even though he know he shouldn't have any reason for the irritation. (hint hint im like 99.9% sure that this means he's irritated with himself... if my own experiance is anything like this)

it was. it was at himself...

~ the feelings of inadequacy. that's all I have to say. and the anger at himself. all those things he did wrong...

the way he has to rationalize with himself

~ he definitely feels like a PoS. he is not, let's just make that clear (yes I refer to myself in the plural... im actually just several rats). logically he knows that he is a fantastic soldier, but everybody has those days where you just don't feel like it. where you have to force yourself out of that mentality with cold hard facts, to ease your mind.

AGAIN WITH THE REFUSAL TO BANTER

~ yes im making a big deal of this. because its basically the foundation of their relationship. so to see that not happening, is like watching the house from disney's encanto start to show cracks and not be fixed. JEBUS CRIMMNEY SHAMPOO!! YOUR BOYFEE IS NOT MAD AT YOU!!!

the way ghost interacts with soap, and also the hurt

~ the way ghost pulls his hands apart, to stop him from scratching his hands raw. the way he's so gentle with soap makes me just wanna gahjhafgrryhujnfhg. and the uncomfortable silence bc soap doesn't know how to act around ghost anymore. and then the way ghost checks up on him? because he cares about him. but- but- but the way soap hears ghost use his rank instead of his name. it's so normal and yet it still hurt for some reason. and i think it's because he was more or less prepared for himself to change or act different. but he wasn't prepared for ghost to change how he acts around soap (even though he wasn't /really/ acting differently, it just felt like it). and i think maybe soap wasn't fully prepared for the consequences of how changing himself would also make ghost react differently. idk if i worded that in a confusing way, but i don't know how else to say it.

~ the way he knows in a logical sense that ghost wasn't treating him any differently. he's able to push the hurt down, to compartmentalize it.

the way his responses are short and clipped

~ he's trying to get away from the conversation, away from ghost, as fast as he can. the way he clams up, giving only 1-2 word answers.

the way ghost makes an effort to keep conversation with him

~ soap obviously thrives on social interaction, especially with ghost. and now he's all of the sudden just refusing to speak to him? suspicious...

the way he also hates how ghost calls him johnny

~ like he can't decide weather he wants ghost to treat him the same or not. because it just makes it so much harder for him to control himself. because now ghost obviously isn't mad at him, and that makes it /so/ hard for him to be different. if ghost was mad at him, then that gives him a very obvious motivation to change.

using his injury as an excuse for acting different

~ he knows that they are both very aware of the fact that it was a shit excuse. he feels guilty lying to ghost and it just- ugh- gfujadhskuhagfh

the way he doesn't really remember what happened but ghost clearly does

~ ghost was/is so worried about him. but because he's so emotionally repressed (relatable) it comes off as anger or some other negative emotion (attitude?). it especially does with soap's current mindset, which only makes it worse.

soap getting lost in ghost's eyes

~ because even if he's supposed to be sergent mactavish, that doesn't mean he isn't still johnny or john 'soap' mactavish. which means he's still got thoes feelings for ghost, and he can indulge himself for a moment.

the last paragraph (idk how to describe it accurately)

~ the way the entire situation has him confused, at ghost's actions towards him, how he's supposed to be around price and gaz vs ghost. and the frustration at himself to just act how he wants to, and to feel how he's supposed to. and ghost's refusal to tell him anything about what happened, and why ghost won't just act like a lieutenant towards him. and how he can't manage to act right no matter who he's with.

sorry if this last bit feels rushed, this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for... *checks notes* THREE WEEKS?!? oops... well it's here now :]

[loosesodamarble]

All the questions for Selen

You really like it when I write mini essays about my ocs, don't you? Well not to worry, I can answer for Selen.

..........

1. What inspired you to create your oc?

Honestly, Selen originally started out as a background character in Helia's backstory (which I will be answering at a later time). I didn't really intend for him to be more than someone Helia would be looking and eventually find.

His evolution into a more involved character came up when I decided that Helia would have an elf soul and, as siblings, Selen would have one too, and well, things changed from there.

2. Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

Selen largely looks the way he does because he's Helia's twin. They're identical in all but sex and their own personal stylings.

Regarding things unique to Selen on his own, his muscular physique is because of his hands-on, melee fighting style (which is influenced by his attribute). He needs to physically train himself to be a decent fighter. And his unruly hairstyle is because I figured, living in the wilderness, he'd be able to get his hands on something sharp enough to cut his hair but nothing more.

3. What is the origin of the character’s name?

Selen's name come Selene, the Greek goddess and personification of the moon. I simply removed the last letter in hopes of giving it a more masculine feel.

4. Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

The usual dynamic of sun-moon is that the sun is masculine and the moon is feminine, but with Helia and Selen, I chose to invert it. Thus, I gave the male twin the name meaning moon.

In-universe, Helia and Selen's mother is named Estrelle, a corruption of the Latin name Estelle which means "star." Thus, Estrelle wanted to give her twin children names based on the sun and moon, to fit with her. Thankfully, the Nymvire parents have a daughter later on and name her Marine to match their father's name Aqua. It's a family of names that play off one another.

5. What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What’s the in-universe reason?

Selen has Fauna magic which, in short, is the ability to transform into animals, either in part or entirely. He matches Nozel in terms of mana amount.

Because I gave Helia Flora Magic (essentially plant magic which some seasonal themes thrown in), I decided it would be fitting for her twin to have an opposite/complementary magic attribute. Thus, Fauna (kind of an offshoot of Beast Magic, which become important later). It's different from Beast Magic though since instead of taking on animal traits, Selen just becomes an animal. Put simply, it's a blend of Beast and Transformation Magic.

In-universe, from what we see of Morgen and Nacht and Lilith and Naamah, it seems that twins in the Black Clover world tend to come with opposite magic attributes. Which explains Helia and Selen's attributes. His mana amount is due to several factors: while he was still growing in his mama's belly, she explored strong magic regions and baby Selen absorbed the mana; he was born to a noble family; and he retained some of the mana from being possessed by Vetto.

6. What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What’s the in-universe reason?

Selen is stuck as a melee fighter! Pure and simple! His only ranged spells allow him to summon animals to his location (Pack Instincts), or psychically perceive the world through them and speak through them (Animal Relay). Selen cannot fight ranged though. That summoning spell is also his only support spell. He can't impart animal traits onto someone else or heal them. He can only self heal like an axolotl.

I gave Selen this weakness because, it's kind of obvious. What animal has ranged attacks? Spitting cobras can shoot their toxin a fair distance and archer fish shoot water to hunt prey, but it's nothing comparable to the kind of range magic can be cast at in Black Clover. Selen's weakness doesn't come from his lack of creativity but simply the restrictions of his very attribute.

Within the world, Fauna Magic is an animal based Transformation Magic. It's in the magic's nature to be confined to the user, which Selen's summoning and mental link spells being the sole exceptions. Perhaps other types of magic involved with animals have ranged attacks like shooting porcupine quills or sharpened feathers, but Selen's magic specifically cannot be used in such a way.

7. Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Selen plays the flute, he's a good whistler, he's flexible, and his senses are pretty sharp even when he's not transformed. Personality wise, he's stupidly loyal to the people he likes and, with time, is someone who readily admits his own faults.

Honestly, Selen's skills came to me arbitrarily. Though, I suppose most do fall in line with some animalistic traits. Whistling like bird calls, flexibility like felines, and senses being heightened compared to humans being all too well known. I chose to make him skilled in playing the flute because it's a departure of who he is. It's soft and elegant in comparison to how rough and awkward he is; also, someone in my family used to play the flute and I guess I kind of miss hearing it. I gave Selen loyalty because it loosely contrasts Helia's flighty affections. And I made him become someone who can admit fault because I just wanted more ocs who would do that, who can be introspective and get other characters to do the same.

His flute training came from his father, a professional musician trained in several instruments. Selen would've picked up whistling because it's a useful way to signal to other people and to animals. When it comes to flexibility, he has to have a strong body to fight well so he would've trained himself so he can be the best fighter he can be.

8. Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they’re not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?

Selen cannot flirt to save his life, at all. The man is also bad at logic puzzles, cooking, choosing fashion, and writing. His worst flaws are his secret keeping and aggression towards basically anyone he doesn't trust.

I want him to be aggressive because most of my other ocs are pretty chill or friendly. Also, I like the contrast of initial hostility then becoming undying loyalty. His secret keeping doesn't apply to big things; more like he keep secrets about embarrassing or petty things. Like having a guilty pleasure book or not understanding a joke everyone else seems to get. And I gave him that trait because I think it's funny, shows how he's not a completely open book, and makes it clear how poorly adjusted he is, being okay with revealing intense stuff but being defensive over unimportant things. As for the things he lacks talent in, I decided to make Selen bad at cooking since most of my ocs are good cooks, logic puzzles and writing because I'm actually good at those, flirting to contrast Helia, and he's got poor fashion simply as a random choice.

As for why he's got these issues in the story, Selen was living as a wanderer and later in the depths of a magic jungle for a while where all the things he's particularly bad at wouldn't be of any use. A lot of skills wouldn't be of use to Selen but after years of not reading or writing to anyone, he'd lose his comprehension/logical thinking and writing composition skills. His handwriting probably sucks on top of it. Since he can be an animal, sometimes he meals were grasses, leaves, and raw meat so when he's going around as a human, he tends to undercook or overcook anything he tries to make. His hostility is the result of a nobleman being offended by the actions of children (himself and Helia as kids) that he tried attacking them and Selen's ability to trust, nobles especially, was ruined. And during his wandering time, he only saw how bad people could get. As for secret keeping, he got so unused to talking to people that he's forgotten how to approach certain topics and thus prefers to just come out with important things, but the little secrets are the ones that end up feeling like something he can't talk about. Like I said, Selen is poorly adjusted.

9. In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

Selen, in a group, is kind of like The Big Guy from a Five-Man Band. He's mainly there to be the muscle, not leading and not the one making plans. He can be gruff or sensitive, depending on who he's with (he's gentler with Noelle than he is with Finral or Gauche).

10. What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

Selen being a bishie man. He's meant to be as pretty, if not prettier, than Helia. And she's meant to be a knockout when it comes to looks. The only joy that is greater than creating a beautiful female character is creating a beautiful male character.

Though last time I created a beautiful male oc, I ended up turning him into a depressed mess trying to maintain a public image he garnered while a child star.

But back to Selen!

11. What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

I want him to be able to show affection to the people he cares for easily but I've said he's poorly adjusted so he's stuck sucking at it. He'd see people like Noelle and Luck as younger siblings but he'd be awful at acting like a big brother to him. He'd awkwardly wave and say high to them in the mornings and then be like "um, tell me if you need anything. I want to be of help." He's not sure how to just say "I care for you two and will help you with anything you need."

I want him to be affectionate but I created him in a way where he wouldn't do it well!

12. Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

Yami. Selen's got a crush on Yami but he also respects Yami's leadership. There's some gratitude from Selen for Yami not blaming him for the things Vetto did. Yami thinks it's funny how Selen tries to be a big brother to the younger squad members but really sucks at it. But it means he has a good heart.

Magna. One of the Bulls Selen has an easier time bonding with. They would race one of Selen's flying forms and Crazy Cyclone. Selen would recognize Magna's creativity with his magic and feel bad about his mana amount issues only for Magna to scorch Selen for being a downer. They like to play fast and loose, keeping it casual.

Luck. Selen is reminded of his wilder kid self by Luck and would allow himself to be the victim to Luck's pranks. I think Luck would want to try his hand at fighting Selen, to see the difference between Selen and Vettor.

Mereoleona. Another person Selen crushes on. Mereoleona would also hammer it into Selen that he can't go judging everyone by status as it's a foolish way to measure someone's character. Mereoleona also appreciates how Selen is actively working with the Knights to make up for hwo his body was used by the enemy. It shows he's not a coward.

13. Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

Nozel. The man has a romantic attraction to Selen's sister. Selen is untrusting towards noble. And he's fiercely protective of his loved ones. It's a bad combination that would pit Selen and Nozel against each other. Until Selen sees just how much Helia loves Nozel and how the prince has become a better person. But before then, they're glaring at each other from across the country.

Charmy. The girl would've voiced desires to eat his animals forms which would unsettle him to say the least. Also, Selen's poor cooking abilities would offend her. They accept each other as allies but friendship isn't in the near future for them.

Patry. The man used Forbidden Magic to hijack Selen and countless other people's bodies. Selen not being mad would be a bigger surprise. In my person oc-verse where all my ocs exist and Josele convinces Patry to stay in Clover, Selen wouldn't be happy, threatening to keep an eye out for Patry in case he messes up.

14. Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

Selen doesn't have any love interests. He's into people who look strong (he's into muscles), have an air of authority to them, and still have a softer side to them. Yami and Mereoleona are his biggest crushes but neither work out.

Honestly, I don't commit to shipping Selen with anyone because I already ship his main love interests with other peoples' ocs. Plus, Selen would be too incompetent to properly put the moves on someone.

15. How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?

Selen's main change to the narrative is that he replaces Vetto's original host. When the Third Eye appears in that cave and Finral sees Vetto, he immediately recognizes how similar he looks to Helia. Through this, the possession aspect of the Eye of the Midnight Sun's plans get revealed earlier on (as in canon that didn't come up until Fana).

The battle at the Undersea Temple changes a bit due to Vetto's change in attribute. Selen has a spell called Restored Axolotl which allows him to heal himself which is a bit of a slap in the face considering how much the Bulls struggle to damage him in the first place. The biggest change is how Vetto is defeated: Helia gets past Vetto's attacks and talks to Selen until he's able to fight off Vetto's influence. Afterwards, he joins the Black Bulls.

Selen only other major contribution/change to the plos it during the elf reincarnation where he goes after Helia to stop her and he has a run in with the Silva family. It's seeing Selen's efforts to save Helia that compels the Silvas to try a little harder to reconcile with Noelle.

16. What aspect(s) of the universe’s lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?

Selen is one of the elf hosts but he doesn't change anything about how that works.

The biggest change to the universe's lore is something involved with his and Helia's backstory and that's the island of Tillespire. It's a semi-independent dukedom that's still subject to Clover Kingdom's rule. And in a world where magic is everything, Tillspire has banned the use of magic by the common populace. To make a long story short, a duke wanted to establish himself and created propaganda pushing the idea to prove that people can succeed without magic and it did end up working on the peasants and commoners who were brought in to inhabit the island. In the current day, Tillespire still operates without magic but people are sent to live on Tillespire as a punishment, as was the case for the Nymvires.

I need to develop Tillespire more and iron out the details. But overall, it's presence is meant to be an example of how magic doesn't always have to be everything.

17. List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc’s characterization or their narrative arc.

-Sibling Yin-Yan: Selen and Helia have complementary traits to one another. She's friendly while he's distrusting. She's dense while he's more keen. And so on. -Close-Range Combatant: like I said earlier, Selen is strictly a melee fighter due to his magic. -Moment Killer: more like of what I'd want to do with Selen but he would try to do this with Nozel and Helia only to repeatedly fail and make things more romantic.

18. Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?

"Hi, you're extremely handsome. You being a feral man is completely valid. Bye."

And I run to my car and speed away as fast as possible. Yeah, I'm making a getaway in my car because my squishy body would faint after a ten second sprint.

19. How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?

Goodbye world. Selen would attack me without hesitation. If I'm the reason why his family lost their status and got banished from the mainland, and why both he and Helia got possessed, and why Helia falls in love with Nozel, let's just say I'm not seeing the light of day after meeting him.

20. Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn’t expect to make.

He wasn't supposed to be replace Vetto's original host but I decided to be lazy and not create a whole new elf while also being a genius and making Selen Vetto's host for the drama.

[vilfy]

aheehee. answer all the prompts on the meme u reblogged

Aha. This will be going below, for all our sakes.

Why were you named the way you were? Is there a special meaning behind your name (or middle name if applicable)?

My mother was a scholar on Shakespeare's work, so my siblings and I all shared namesakes in the form of plays.

When I decided to go into medicine, my father suggested I honor my grandfather by taking on his name as part of my disguise. I liked being Simon better than Ophelia. So, Simon I stayed.

When is your birthday? What is your ideal birthday?

The 19th of September, 1875. I'm not sure what would constitute "ideal" though... party weather, maybe.

What is your sexuality/orientation? How did you discover them?

The funniest thing about pretending to be a man for medical school is that sometimes you find you're happier as a man than you ever were as a girl. And you still prefer gentleman callers.

What's usually on your shopping list?

Oh, household essentials. Oil for the lamps, fresh candles, blood bags from the plasma centers around town.

Sometimes, if I'm feeling especially lively, I'll even buy groceries.

What are some general hygiene things you do? How do you normally do your hair? What kind of products do you use?

What I use isn't legal to produce anymore. But I learned to tend my curls- what loose ones there are- from my sisters. I've been told I'm a priss about baths, though. I always take too long.

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now?

A cigarette book, a bottle cap from my first night out after my hibernation, and... a single penny. Nothing too exciting, I'm afraid. I don't keep much on me when I leave the house.

What is it like where you live? How does it compare to where you grew up if it differs?

It's quiet here, mountainous in a very different way from home. Just as isolated and misty- far less rain but much more latent humidity. The states are interesting that way.

Do you have a favorite food? What's your favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert?

O-

Do you have any other family members? Parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins, etc.?

If I have any little great nieces or nephews, I don't know of them. I could check in on the old estate... I'm afraid to find out if it's even still occupied. Or standing.

How do you feel about makeup? Are you any good at putting it on? Do you wear it often?

Ahaha. I had to adapt to the changing fashions- once the deathly pallor of consumption was out of style, I had to keep up with the times to look less like a corpse. Not much of a problem these days, it seems.

Would you say you are an introvert, or an extrovert?

I've been described as a "tipsy stray" before for how friendly I can be. I suppose you'd call me an extrovert. Gun to my head, I might agree.

If someone were to invite you to a party, would you enjoy it?What would you do during?

Of course I would! And what else is there to do at parties but mingle and partake. Not many mortal-made substances can stagger me, despite my stature. I don't tend to metabolize things much. It's won me several contests, actually.

What scares you the most? And if it really happened... how would you deal with it?

I'm beyond that point, I'd say. All my life, my greatest fear was death. And then I died! I'd say I've been dealing with that admirably well thus far.

My second greatest fear was ships sinking, so you can imagine my mood when I found myself cancelling my visit home after the sinking of the Titanic.

Have you ever raised a weapon towards someone? Was it in self-defense, or was it purposefully? What happened afterwards?

On a hunting trip with my uncle, I put a round in his backside and told my father I thought he was a wild pig, the way he was speaking to us.

I didn't get to go on any more hunting trips.

Do you honestly believe that you are funny? Tell us your best joke!

I find my humor tends to run dry by modern standards.

To quote Beau, "drier than a Popeye's biscuit."

Not that I get the joke, but it was terribly funny to him.

Tell us about something that's happened recently.

Goodness. I've awoken from a coma to find the world around me about 98 years and a handful of wars different, and I still managed to catch someone's fancy as a floundering fish out of water. That's all of my recent news.

If you were to describe yourself in a few words, what would those words be?

I never did like these ice-breaker questions in university.

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

I used to. There were hunting dogs of my father's, though the particular breeds escape me... and Gertie, our darling nanny. She tolerated a bonnet better than I ever did.

What is something you care desperately about? Something that you just couldn't live without?

I try not to throw myself into such exaggerations, but I really do think I would be lost without my books. There's so little to do in the daytime.

Have you ever broken a bone? Have you ever had surgery?

I've never broken a bone or had surgery, but I was quite a sickly thing for a time. My mother always called me her impossible one. It's funny, I think, that I was the child everyone expected to die before I could walk- now I may live forever if I can help it.

How often do you cry? Do you happy cry, or do you mostly cry in sadness?

Frankly, it's embarrassing how often my eyes mist over. It's one of the precious few things my body recalls how to do, and it does so often, with only slight provocations.

Have you ever lost someone close to you? Who was it? How did you cope with it?

My entire family is dead, and I am all but a hermit.

You're welcome to guess.

What is your favorite holiday? What makes it your favorite? Is there something in particular that you enjoy most about it?

I do miss Juliet's eggnog on Christmas...

But Halloween was always my favorite.

Do you have any crushes at the moment? If so, do you think you will ever tell them? Has anyone ever had a crush on you?

Crushes? Are we in primary school? No, I don't believe I fancy anyone at the moment. Nobody who would fancy me, anyway.

Are there any certain scents, sounds, or textures that you like? What about ones that you dislike?

Vanilla, rose, jasmine, silk, goose down blankets, and the sound of the tea kettle in the kitchen as heard from the parlor are some of my favorite sensory delights.

Would you ever consider starting a family? How do you feel about getting married, having kids, and potentially settling down?

I can't have children, and I can't see myself forcing someone into eternal life for my sake, nor am I a strong enough man to build a family and outlive them all again.

No.

... Not at the moment, anyway.

What are a few things (or one thing) you want to do before you die? Why?

...

Moving on.

Are you happy in your own skin? If you could change something about yourself, would you, and what would it be?

I would like to be able to age again. I think I've earned a few wrinkles.

Oh, thank goodness, that was the last of them. I've been writing so long I think my spine has a new natural curvature.

[swagging-back-to]

- get to know josh -

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disclaimer;

might be triggering, idk how deep im gonna be in this?

you should be playing the devils trill if you read through

he is one of my favorites and any hate towards him will earn you a new asshole after my foot rips through your last one.

mostly for my own use and viewing. it's more family friendly than the masterlist so im keeping it public.

it's insanely long, and kinda hard to read.

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// personality //

- The max amount of time they can sit still with nothing to do?

he can sit motionless for hours. he loves it.

- how punctual are they? why?

he shows up early to help prepare or to make sure he doesnt get caught in traffic.

- do they consider laws flexible or rigid?

he likes laws that ensure order and safety, other than that he couldnt give a fuck.

- do they swear, or remember their first swear?

sometimes. it was "fuck" from his father♡

- how often do they swear, and in what situations

when he's really mad at greg or if he hurt himself accidentally

- what are they most insecure about

his lanky body. he feels like he isnt masculine enough, but also not curvy enough to make up for it.

- what are they most confident about

his braiding skills. he really is good at it and offers to braid everyone with pullable hair. he had a lot of practice

- how do they speak? off the top of their head or more strategic?

he thinks over his words very carefully, often letting silence fill the gaps. even when he's enraged he still considers his diction

- why do they get up in the morning?

during his childhood it was only because of hunger pains or greg jostling him around in his sleep. just surviving the next day. in young adulthood it was to protect and raise the twins. after their escape it was once again to survive to the next day with the hope of seeing the twins again.

- how do they get up in the morning?

like he chugged a bottle of tequila and an orange martini every day for the past 2000 years. even though he springs to action if he senses danger, he needs to literally be dragged from bed by himself or someone else. he isnt even awake until the late evening, even if his eyes are wide open.

- do they prefer to lead or follow?

he can lead if he needs to, but he does pefer to take a back seat

- what causes them to feel dread?

keys jangling noisily, six knocks, leather belts, metal chairs, needles or needle like objects

- do they prefer a comfortable lie over an unpleasant truth?

if the topic is trivial he'll be truthful, but if it's more intense he'll loe to comfort.

- how often do they lie? why? whats the biggest lie theyve ever told?

he lies all the time, not wanting to worry the twins nor his partner. that he was never in love before.

- how well do they keep secrets? is there a difference between their own vs someone elses? what lengths would they go to hide someone elses

his entire life is a secret to those closest to him so they dont worry. at the same time, he doesnt know not to really talk about his childhood in normal conversation. for other people he carries a heavy weight of not disclosing all the information he discovers about them intentionally or accidentally

- do they live up to their own ideals?

no, he doesnt really push himself for much.

- how does their perception of themselves compare to others? are they aware of a difference?

he compares himself as greatly lesser than, even though many of the people around him look up to him.

- how humble are they? why? is it noticable?

yes, only because of his inferiority complex. the way he conducts himself and his appearance is one of the tells.

- do they have a go-to story or joke?

he genuinely cant understand the purpose of that

- could they be considered lazy?

yes, only because he doesnt really do much; professionally or physically. he's exhausted all the time due to his past trauma as well as taking on other people's trauma constantly.

- how easy is it for them to shake a sense of guilt

not at all, he holds onto it for basically forever. even if internally

- how badly do they want to reach their end goal

he wanted to see the twins again and be free with everything in him and he got it

- if they hosted a talk show, how would it go? would they be good at it? who would they have on?

he would suck at it. he would be using pop culture references from two years prior and would cry 3/4 times. he wouldnt even get the green light, let alone anyone called on

- if they were to have a different name, what would it be and why?

ive thought about this a lot but he is one of my ocs that i just... cant change the name of? he is stuck in place like a rubber boot in cement.

- how well versed/tolerant of the dark are they?

he lived in the dark his entire life, he's stressed in bright places.

- if they were a teacher, how would it go? what would they teach, and would they be good at it?

he was a teacher to the twins and he was really good at it, considering the circumstances. he taught them how to do everything as babies, toddlers, and kids. he taught himself.

- do they prefer a crowd or solitude? how many people is too many for them?

he cannot be alone at all, but any more than 4 is way, incredibly too much.

- are they urban, suburban, or rural? why?

rural. he loves the quiet nature and lack of people.

- how adventurous are they?

very little, he is hesitant to step in the pond even after dipping a toe in

- how easily do they make friends? are they the ones pursuing or being pursued?

he's the one being pursued, but it often doesnt go anywhere due to his hyperfocus on his goal and his trauma.

- how easily do they drop friends?

moderately easy. he's willing to forgive but also doesnt want to feel trapped and like a prisoner.

- how dangerous are they, and are others aware?

he's very dangerous, but no one knows it except for greg.

- are they a pacifist? why? in what situation would they be the opposite?

he leans towards pacifist, not wanting to inflict pain for any reason unless it's necessary.

- have or would they kill someone to get what they want? what's their body count?

yes. hard to define.

- have they killed a friend or family member, why?

he would only kill greg. because greg is his captor.

- have or would they steal? why?

he stole sedatives to break free, he stole food and clothes for him and the twins

- have they been in exile? why?

society due to speciesism and homophobia

- how do they cope with stress?

nail biting, hair fiddling, unwinding with hobbies, pacing.

- how do they fare in stressful/dangerous situations? do they panic or stay level headed?

he panics but uses the adrenaline to see clearer

- if they were arrested, what would it be for?

being too forgiving. being too loving, being too generous, theft.

- have they been arrested before?

prostitution, even though he was being trafficked

- have they been tied up or restrained before? how did it make them feel?

yes and it gave him ptsd that lasts multiple lifetimes.

- how quiet or loud are they? are they stealthy or clumsy?

he's very quiet and basically floats from how light he walks.

- even in the face of death, would they continue to speak for something they cared about?

yes, and he has. it resulted in the love of his life dying.

- have they started a revolution? why? what for?

no, he simply wouldnt be able to keep up

- what form of government do they prefer?

democracy

- how easily do they get rid of things? are they sentimental, a hoarder, or minimalistic?

he's sentimental about certain quality items, but otherwise he doesnt like to have a lot of stuff.

- are they able to sit back and relax, or do they always need to be doing something productive

he can sit and relax, he prefers to do so.

- what items do they use as paperweights?

a piece of ice, regular rocks, pens or pencils

- do or would they have any pets? why?

he might take up a cat or two, theyre cute to him.

- do they have any tattoos? what do they mean?

kanji and kana 達夫 and シャファイア. the twins.

- what are their pet peeves? why?

messy faces, loud chewing, pen tapping, dramatic people. gives him a headache

- do they celebrate their birthday?

no, he doesnt know thats a thing nor is he really happy about his existence.

- pro or anti union? why?

pro union simply because he has morals

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// emotional & mental //

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- how empathetic are they? any reason why?

extremely so. he has seen and experienced basically everything under the sun and truly understands where someone is coming from. he feels very bad for them.

- how easy is it to gain their trust?

moderately hard. he opens up a bit quicker than his siblings, but is very wary of everyone.

- how easy is it to get on their bad side?

moderately easy. he's slower to cut people off and quicker to forgive, but if it's big enough or often enough you'll be dead to him.

- how energetic are they? in what ways or situations are they the most hyper?

he has barely enough energy to get through the day

- how focused are they? are they constantly zoning out and getting sidetracked, or do they find it hard to step away from things?

he tries to focus but is often dostracted by other people.

- do they daydream? how extensively?

he's usually in someone elses daydream, but as a child thats all he could do.

- how easily do they laugh?

not that easily, but he can still laugh.

- what do they find funny?

childish antics

- how do they cope with confusion?

blank staring while hoping for clarification, awkward pretending to understand.

- are they easily embarrassed?

yes, incredibly so. even about things that arent embarrassing

- what embarrasses them most?

his arms and legs, he thinks theyre too noodly.

- what makes their stomach turn?

child abuse, r*pe

- how does jealousy manifest in them?

he gets huffy and closes his body off with body language, tries to keep the person he's jealous over closer to him, glares at the threat, crying.

- how does envy manifest in them?

body checking or reality checking, comparing, forcing smiles

- what are their views on infidelity?

he thinks it's a wrong thing to do and would be hurt by it.

- do they have a system for remembering things?

he's, unfortunately, incredible at remembering and only needs to hear/see something once

- how skillful at reading body language and emotions are they?

incredibly so, it's one of his strongest skills. he notices things about people they dont even notice about themselves.

- what is their usual response in stressful situations? freeze, fight, flight?

freeze, flight.

- how dramatic are they?

very mildly and only in certain aituations.

- how petty are they?

not very, if at all. he cares about too little, honestly.

- how do they deal with anger?

a few deep breaths, distance, realizing he's really just sad and then getting more sad.

- how do they deal with compromising?

he's great with it, and often suggested it first during childhood

- how do they deal with disrespect?

insecure, clams up, tries to make himself smaller, internalizes

- how do they deal with not getting their way?

he pouts and grimaces but goes without further complaint

- what are they like when drunk?

he's a silly and flirty type of drunk. borderline kind of inappropriate with how heavily he comes across, but not in a harmful way. just in a "alright bud, i think youve had one too many"

- what are they like when tired?

quiet, confused, forgettable, less liekly to act like he cares

- what are they like post coitus?

intensely cuddly and lovey dovey, dreamy and giggly, teasing

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- what is their childhood favorite food, and why

// interests and skills //

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oden stew, it was easy to make and filled his tummy.

- what is their current favorite food, and why?

orange curry rice, he likes the light citrus flavor and the heartiness.

- are they a picky eater, or do they eat anything?

if he was a picky eater he'd be dead. although, he doesnt like spicy or super bitter things.

- can or do they cook? how skillful are they?

he had to cook for greg, himself, and the twins his entire childhood. he can make basic recipes. he's best at soups.

- whats their favorite cuisine?

he cant tolerate spice at all, so he loves japanese cuisine in specific. he might enjoy some british desserts.

- what's their favorite color?

blue or yellow. blue is prettier but yellow makes him happier.

- what's their favorite number?

he doesnt have one. maybe two? he likes even numbers

- their favorite time of day and why?

midnight. he can see the clearest and most people arent thinking constantly.

- what animal do they adore most and why?

he likes cats, especially siamese and black ones.

- what animal do they fear most and why?

canines, he and the twins were attacked hy a pack of wolves.

- do they prefer art, science, math, or lit. more?

art and literature. it gives him freedom

- are there any public events theyd like to go to? what about ones they hate? why?

public areas scare him greatly.

- do they prefer to work silently or do they need music? what music helps them?

silent. his mind his constantly racing and pixking up extra sound, on it's own.

- do they have good aim? why

his aim is impecable due to his eyesight. he doesnt know how to hold a firearm or bow, but he can aim like no ones business

- how many knots can they tie? why?

he can make a basic knot that everyone figures out to make as a kid.

- what color do they think they look best in? do they actually look best in it

blue, all shades but especially warmer shades. it does look good, complementing his hair and eyes. he looks good in orange, as well, despite it being a contrast

- do they prefer comfort or style more? how fancy is their dress most often?

comfort, all the way. he looks like a bum most days.

- how much do they care about their appearance

he doesnt put much effort in but he is insecure about it.

- do they have a favorite fairy tail or fictional story? whos their favorite character?

Cinderella.

- what part of nature is their favorite? do they prefer the mountains or the ocean more?

he feels most at home in the mountains.

- what is their favorite genre of book?

romance, fairy tales

- what is their handwriting like?

his latin characters are very messy and inconsistent. his kanji and kana/hiragana is curved and fluid with a slight flick at the end.

- what are their nails like?

either chewed to a raw nub or painted colorful by sapphire.

- can they/do they know how to start a campire?

yes, he can make fire.

- what are their hobbies or past times?

he enjoys reading and painting

- how much medical/first aid knowledge is had?

a moderate amount. he knows to clean his own wounds, as well as his siblings. he knows barely anything about sex ed or anatomy in general besides the few things he has experience with.

- can they play an instrument, or have they had any interest in learning?

he can play the piano. it feels like playing and manipulating memories and dreams for him, so he enjoys it.

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// physical & habitual //

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- how do they lull themselves to sleep?

playing with his hair.

- how easily or quickly do they fall asleep?

not at all. he needs to be very tired to fall asleep

- what is their sleep position?

a fetal ball, or spread out on his back starfish style

- how often do they sleep? do they nap?

he sleeps when the moon starts to go down and stays in bed till noon, if he has a choice over it. if it's unsane to do so or he has stuff to do, he'll get sleep for a couple hours at most. he cant nap unless he's truly exhausted.

- how do they handle an unreachable itch?

tolerates it with gritted teeth. for him, most unreachable itches were healing scabs.

- the farthest they walked in a single session?

15 miles

- what is their preferred mode of transport?

walking, he has motion sickness

- what is their excersize routine like? how strong are they? could they win an arm wrestling comp?

he doesnt really work out. his toneness is just from everyday life and his body structure. he's not that strong at all, more like a toothpick. he would snap in an arm wrestling match.

- what triggers nostalia for them most often? do they like the feeling?

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// relationships & childhood //

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baby cries. he hates the feeling, actually.

- who did they look up to most as a child?

he had no one.

- what were they told to start/stop doing as a kid?

stop squirming or it'll break in his skin.

- how independent or rebelious were they as a teen and how does it compare to now?

he was incredibly meek before the twins, having to raise his voice more to save them. now, he is go with the flow.

- did they get to have a childhood, or did they have to be a parent for their siblings/parents?

he never had a childhood, not even one day.

- did they have siblings that overshadowed them or were favored by their parents? why and how did this impact them in their lives?

yes, sapphire was favorited and it both hurt and saved him. he bared the extra weight of her experiment load, as well as having to purposely put himself in harma way so greg never lost his cool at her.

- do they have named and/or living grandparents

a grandfather

- what lie do they remember telling most often? does it haunt them?

"im okay, yes, i promise." it does make him cry at night thinking about the fact he had to say it.

- what memory to they revisit most often?

the twins birth, both with fondness and horror. also, the day nate -----------------

- their most embarrassing memory? were there witnesses? are they still embarrassed?

being found under the cupboard immediately. he thought it was a good enough spot to buy him some time.

- if they were asked to explain the difference between platonic, romantic, sexual, and familial love how would they do so?

platonic is picking daisies in the meadow, romantic is giving eachother different flowers, sexual is well... duh. and familial is ------ --------

- if someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

he likes guys.

- is sex something theyre comfortable speaking about? with whom?

nope, not at all. it makes him extremely uncomfortable and triggered, even if he has to explain emergency sex ed

- what are their thoughts on marriage?

he doesnt really understand it but his husband liked the idea so he signed the paper anyway

- were / are they in an arranged marriage?

no

- would they marry someone their family didnt agree with, or who had opposing personal beliefs

yes, but only if he could ensure their safety.

- how important is familial approval to them?

depends on the person.

- do they have their familys approval? why/why not

he has sapphire & tatsuo's, but not gregs.

- how do they feel about children/procreation?

he has tokophobia related to watching the twins' mother die during birth.

- how do they feel about adoption?

he basically adopted the twins

- do they call the shots in their life or are they controlled? who controls them?

he's usually being controlled. by greg, his siblings, traffickers, etc.

- do they experience sexism in their field or prof.

somewhat? in realistic plotlines hes a therapist

- who do they regret meeting most?

nate.

- who are they happiest to have met?

nate

- how do they respond when friends come to them with excitement or news?

supportive, but with an indoor voice

- do they seek romance?

he doesnt seek it himself, but waits for it to seek him. he longs for it secretly, though.

- what is their dream date or night out like?

a romantic candle lit dinner, making going out to a nice lake under the stars and having a night swim, even if he cant swim

- how easily do they ignore flaws in other people

easily, he doesnt have any other perceotion of people than the way they are in reality.

- how sensitive are they to their own flaws?

very, he tries not to acknowledge them or he gets upset

- are they named after someone, or is someone named after them? why or in what capacity?

sapphire based hoshi's name loosely off of joshs nickname.

- what was their relationship with their parent(s)? if they didnt have any, who was a parental figure to them?

his mother was gone before he could really remember her, and greg tortured him every day.

- do they have any best friends? how about enemies?

he and miyuki get along way better than she and sapphire. he also had one boy he metbefore puberty who... disappeared. greg is his only remaining enemy

- do they have any allergies, sensitivities, etc? how severe are they?

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// medical //

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he's just weak af

- do they have medications?

no, he is against all of that.

- what's their vision like?

he has excellent vision, similar to a cat and hawk. his sense of smell is dulled as a result.

- what is their hygiene like? both their personal and their spacial cleanliness. is it important to them? what's their routine like?

he tries not to use stuff or make a mess because it takes a lot of energy to clean it. he picks up messes as he sees them when he's already moving, and showers every week

- how is their immune system? are they sick often, or never at all? how do they handle sickness

all seigaihas have impeccable immune systems; but josh, as a result of all the experimental drugs, gets sick every other year.

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- questions for creator -

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• why are you excited about this character?

he's a total cinnabun and he always makes me sob.

• what inspired you to make them?

he came to me one day sometime in 2015, and my own life

• how old of an oc are they? are they one of your firsts or are they more recent?

he's one of my oldests, possibly my second oc ever.

• has their appearance stayed the same since their creation?

he has stayed the exact same his entire existence

• did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

at first he left the twins on their own at the first chance of escape. then, he was the one being protected by them. now he's a good mix between protected and protector.

• how did you come up with their name?

it came to me. "joshua cole" feels like it's all been there

• what do you feel when you think of your oc?

parental love, guilt, sorrow, admiration

• what trait of theirs bothers you the most?

how aimless he is. he has no other goals than the twins and being free. like, same fam but also have some goals!

• what trait do you admire the most?

inner strength and patience

• are they someone you would get along with? would they get along with you?

we're basically the same person. i love him, and i hope he'd like me. id probably be a bit too energetic for him.

• do you prefer keeping them in their canon?

yes, he stays in the seigaiha universe almost exclusively.

[myoirv]

— tpn trio having a friend whos growing rather quickly

♡ — summary: how the trio would react to their friend going through female puberty

♡ — pairing: tpn trio x fem! reader

♡ — warning: female puberty? mentions of boobs bouncing, nothing else I'm aware of

♡ — word count: 615

♡ — genre: fluff!! slight angst at the end if you squint

♡ — notes: this is re-posted! so if it looks similar that's why!! this fic is definitely inspired by my 11-year-old body so i hope someone relates TvT

norman

poor boy doesn’t even notice how fast you’re growing

norman of course knew you were gonna grow sooner or later, but he didn’t expect you to grow that soon.

he doesn’t say much about it, he just mentally notes how you’re probably gonna be acting differently now

if you’d ever feel uncomfy or out of place norman will be quick to praise you and just tell you affirmations on yourself (does that make sense-)

of course, he doesn’t know much about what you're going through but he quickly understands

norman would be flustered by how mature you're getting

the first time norman turned into (⑉´•˶˶̫˶ •`⑉), was when you were playing with the little kids tag

he was just watching you play and then he looked down- manz had to take a quick retake when he noticed you had something on your chest bouncing

at first, he thought it was just how your shirt was moving- but that quickly went out the drain when he saw it once more

flustered boy didn’t know how to comprehend what he just saw

it wasn’t anything bad obviously, but he just couldn’t realize how you were growing that quickly while your other siblings (the trio) looked like toddlers compared to you

ray

ray being the intelligent young boy he is , he already expected this in a way

he knew there was gonna be a time when one of the girls grew quicker than others- but he didn’t expect you to be that girl

he didn’t care that much about you growing quickly though

it didn’t help in any way so he just ignored it

but he would definitely tease you about it

“ouch- my chest hurts” you whispered, the pain of wearing a bra all day finally kicking in. “want me to soothe it?” ray asked with a smirk, his hands finding their way into yours. “fuck off”

if you ever showed discomfort with his teasing he’d quickly stop

but instead, shower you with praises- when you two are alone obviously >:3

he isn’t flustered by it like someone ^^

ray just thinks its unique about you, its not every day you see an 11-year-old grow that quickly

would take note of the foods you like during that time of the month and the mood changes you have

at this point, he knows more about girl stuff than you do

emma

emma doesn’t even know about that stuff yet-

it wasn’t until you guys had escaped grace field when she noticed

flustered ish emma has entered the fic >:3

she doesn’t really get it tbh- like she’s over here looking at you

and then back at herself

the moment she notices the differences between you and her- dear emma needs reassurance after that

she wasn’t really taught about having a period or was given a bra during the time you guys were still in grace field

so best believe she went to you for help

“y/n” emma murmured, her head hanging low in embarrassment. “yeah?” you offered the orange-haired girl a smile, your hand slowly making its way to hers. “whys it that you have-… those and i dont” emma asked, pointing a finger at your chest.

“oh!” you gasped in shock at the sudden question. “well” you paused, trying to find the right words, “everyone’s bodys different, it doesn’t matter if you have these or not. they don’t help you at all with anything, and to be quite frank- they only give you pain” you told the embarrassed girl.

“really?” emma inquired. “yeah! so be proud of the body you have emma!” you said before pulling the girl into an embrace. “thank you y/n”

all fics belong to @myoirv !! please do not copy my work <33

[tyunni]

sunghoon as your bf !! (random headcanons)

genre: fluff, angst if u squint. warnings: cursing, maybe some slip ups and english isnt my first language. a/n: AAAH I HAVENT POSTED A BF POST IN SO LONGGGG!! ever since i moved blogs man anyways i rlly hate this one but i have to clear my drafts. im still on semi-hiatus until further notice tho.

ure dating an asshole. thats not a hc that's a fact.

as we are all well aware, he tends to be shy at times, but he likes to mask up his shyness with cockiness.

hence why it's pretty easy but also pretty hard to catch him off guard.

"sunghoon? are you okay?? ur face is red-" "of course, i'm okAy!! *nervous giggles* are you okay tho?? doesn't it make u flustered standing next to the park sunghoon? the prettiest, sexiest and the most hands-"

pls slap the actual fuck out of him, or else he's not going to shut up.

that's his fake cockiness, but the real one jumps out when he actually makes you flustered.

he just loves seeing you all nervous and blushy, it boosts his ego.. maybe a tad bit too much...

winks at you, whispers tiny "i love you's" in your ear, rests his head on your shoulder, kisses your neck and then watches you melt under his gaze with a cheeky smirk plastered on his handsome face.

unpopular opinion maybe? but sunghoon would be a very playful boyfriend. he puts up this mature, cool and collected demeanor, but that ice cold persona simply crumbles the second you step into the room. he's just really whipped.

he could literally get so annoying tho, he just craves your attention. pokes your sides, lays on top of you, grabs you by the shoulders and aggressively shakes you, messes up your hair, pinches your cheeks, basically does anything so your undivided attention is on him and him only.

of course that doesn't apply for when you have to study or get some serious work done, he's respectful and will definitely understand that you have your own responsibilities to take care of.

but if you don't, and for some reason you aren't paying attention to him, your boyfriend, your happiness, the love of your life - tch, unbelievable. how dare you not be all over him 😒😒 - then he'll get whiney.

"y/nnnnnn, pay attention to me!!" "i'm watching tiktoks" "can i see that?? thanks" *powers off your phone* "now you aren't watching tiktoks 😋😋"

he's very much a hand holder. maybe it's just me and my obsession with his pretty hands, but i feel like he'd love it if you played with them. he has long fingers, so if you compared your hand sizes or something, he'd just melt. doesn't care if your hand is bigger, he just likes the feeling of your palm against his. it makes him feel warm and giddy inside.

mfs hands are always FREEZING THO!!! he ain't called ice prince for nothing huh?? gOD DAMN- 💀

his hands and feet?? ice cold. even if it's 10839284929491°'s outside and everyone is boiling alive, his hands will be freezing.

so be cautious, because he doesn't use his elsa powers for good (눈‸눈)

sunghoon likes to "surprise" you by sneaking up behind you and putting his cold ass hands on your warm neck.

will "kiss it better" tho 😋 totally not an excuse to have his lips on your neck, nope !!! he just firmly believes that his kisses are magical <(￣︶￣)>

did i mention he likes neck kisses?? oh i have????? well i'm gonna say it again.

not only does he love kissing your neck, he also loves it when you kiss his. it makes his heart flutter and he lets out the cutest giggles you have ever heard in your entire life.

claims that it's simply because it tickles, but the real reason is that you make his heart ache so much he can't help but laugh. any sort of contact with you makes him uncontrollably smile.

he's not big on PDA ig?? it just makes him feel uncomfortable when he's around other people, especially strangers.

EXCEPT!!!! when someone is flirting with you.

sunghoon is a pretty possessive boyfriend, obviously to an extent. he tends to get jealous a lot but tries to play it cool by going: "hah, he thought he really had a chance, huh?? i'm like.. 10x more handsome than he is."

but the way his grip on you tightens, him shifting closer to you by the second as he lets go of your hand and wraps his around your waist, glaring daggers at the guy in front of you who keeps miserably failing at trying to get your number says otherwise.

he likes kisses a lot. just the feeling of your lips on his is heavenly and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

your day starts with kisses and ends with kisses, that's just how it goes, i don't make the rules.

wakes you up by either smooching you all over your face, very aggressively might i add, or leaving gentle kisses on your collarbone.

the second you open your eyes he's pulling away and staring at you so adoringly, oh my god it melts my heart.

he thinks you're the most gorgeous/handsome human being that has ever walked on planet earth, even when your face is all puffy in the morning, drool all over your chin and hair all over the place. you're still perfect in his eyes.

asks for kisses back, even if you have morning breath. he doesn't give a fuck. sunghoon wants? sunghoon gets.

he also likes cuddles. cuddles you in your sleep, you have no other choice.

he's always the big spoon, but if you ask him nicely then he might change his ways for you once in a while.

remember when i mentioned his feet were cold?? yeah, that plays a big ass part rn-

he loves to tangle your legs together bcuz it both provides him warmth and makes him feel closer to you. you probably shriek and try to squirm away from him, but good luck with that 'cause he has an iron grip on you and isn't planning on letting go at all.

"JDJSBDJWDBJEBDNE SUNGHOON STOP DJEKFNEJDJ" "shhhhhhhh baby don't fight it."

buries his head in the crook of your neck. if it weren't for his breath tickling you, you would have thought he suffocated himself. LIKE HIS HEAD IS ALLLLL THE WAY IN THERE YK???

sunghoon is low-key hilarious when he's sleepy, though.

if he's sleep deprived enough, he gets super clingy!! and also says the stupidest shit one can come up with. like u literally can't make that shit up-

"nooooo don't go, im comfortable" "sunghoon i need to pee-" "then get a diaper smh"

if you want him to pass out and fall asleep fast, turn around to face him and play with his hair.

let him lay his head on your chest for better access, totally not because he likes listening to your heartbeat.

HIS. HAIR. IS. SO. FLUFFY. AND. SOFT.

run your fingers through his hair, massage his scalp and he's putty in your hands. give him a little forehead kiss as a cherry on top and he's over he moon. just loves it so much!!!!

kiss his nose. need i say more? just PECK IT.

your foreheads slightly touching as you stare into each others eyes lovingly, your noses rubbing lightly? sunghoon has ascended.

also ALSO ALSOALLSOSKDOAKDKW i can not stress this enough, cup his face in your hands, wait for him to flutter his eyes shut and then lightly peck his eyelids. you're doing gods work.

he compliments you soooo much oh my god it's so cute.

"sunghoon i look stupid." "no you're gorgeous :)" "i literally look like a clown are you fucking serious-" "yes. yes i am. you're beautiful shut up."

now even though he compliments the shit out of you, the second you compliment him he gets all blushy, it's adorable. tries to deny the fact that he is indeed a very pretty boy, because he can get insecure from time to time.

"you're so pretty, hoonie" "dkjsjd no?? hahahaha no am not haha... do you really mean it though? :("

you guys are the visual couple, no take backsies its true and you know it.

overall 11/10, boyfriend material, would recommend.

©tyunni please do not copy, translate or repost my work.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I could do a scenario where reader loves to mess with megumi's hair, but suddenly she stops because she thinks she's bothering him.

The first time you notice how soft his hair is was when you were returning to school after a long mission.

You were riding in a car with the entire first-year gang. Nobara sat in the front seat next to Ijichi while you were placed in the back between Yuji and Megumi. The ride back was a long one. After an exhausting day of exorcising curses, you were all tired. Nobara and Yuji ended up falling asleep minutes into the ride, leaving Megumi to watch the sights passing through the window and you shyly trying to make conversation with him.

It's hard considering the strong crush you have on your fellow classmate. He was intelligent, kinder than he really let on, and fairly mature (at least compared to the people you’re usually around). His good looks were the cherry on top of the entire package. Everyone knew Megumi was a pretty boy and often teased him about it. He had fair skin, long, thick eyelashes, and your favorite being his dark hair. It looked so soft whenever your teacher would pat his head, flattening out the black tresses and ruffling them, much to Megumi’s chagrin. But you really wished you could feel as well.

You were the type of person to show your fondness for others through touch. Some people liked it, and some didn’t. For example, Yuji normally had no problem with you touching him, even welcomed it. You weren’t brave enough to ask someone like Megumi for the same sort of relationship, so you kept your hand to yourself when it came to him. At least until Megumi fell asleep, leaning against the car door for support. It’s then you saw your chance and carefully reached to touch one of the longer spikes.

The little black point wavered at your poking, lightly curling around your index finger as you swirled it around. You giggled to yourself about it. It’s thicker and fluffier than you imagined and also incredibly soft, proving Kugisaki’s theory about a ton of hairspray wrong.

Suddenly, a bump in the road cut your touching short, and you quickly jumped away when Megumi’s eyes began to flutter open.

Suspicious, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said calmly despite your heart thumping under his gaze, but he dropped his interrogation as you all pulled into the school’s parking lot.

That was three months ago.

Now, the two of you were dating, and you saw that as permission to continue your physical intimacy with your more introverted boyfriend.

“Good morning, guys,” you greet your classmates and teacher with a wave, saving your happier actions for Megumi as your hand immediately goes towards his head to ruffle his hair. You pull your hand away but not before letting your fingers clasp your favorite cowlick. Giving a gentle tug, you let it bounce back into place with a smile.

Megumi groans softly, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he goes to fix his hair back into its normal disarray.

Gojo claps, bringing your attention towards him. “Well now that everyone’s here, let’s go shopping.”

With that, the five of you head to the shopping district despite the heat bearing down on the city. You spend about an hour walking around before deciding to take a break so Nobara and Gojo can catch their breath in the shade while you return some clothes you bought a few weeks earlier across the street. Megumi and Yuji go to buy all five of you drinks, but it isn’t long before you hear Yuji yelling from outside the store.

“Sensei! Kugisaki! Fushiguro is getting hit on! We have to protect (L/Name)’s relationship!”

Before you could even stop them, they’re already up and running in Fushiguro’s direction. Sighing, you grab your card from the store owner and run to catch up with your group.

When you arrive, Kugisaki and Itadori are already clinging to him and ranting something about being in love with him before Gojo saunters up in his best casual wear to challenge them. You have to stifle back a laugh as he goes on about music practice and homewrecking before the event ends with Megumi smacking Yuji in the head as Nobara and Gojo stalk off, defeated.

Hearing your laughter, Yuji cowers behind you with tearful chibi eyes. “Do you see that, (Name)? Fushiguro is so mean. I was only trying to help him and that's the treatment I get .”

“You didn’t help at all. You were nothing short of embarrassing.”

You giggle at the two before reaching out to your silently fuming boyfriend. “No need to be so grumpy, Megumi-kun, or did Gojo give you too much violin homework,” you sing out teasingly, earning a growl about how it isn’t funny as you playfully scramble his hairstyle.

“And that! Will you stop with that?” Megumi demands and forcefully shoves your hand away. “It’s so annoying. You don’t see me petting you all day like some damn pet.”

“Oh,” you say, stepping back from him in your shock. This is the first time Megumi has brought up how you chose to dote on him. Yes, he’d quietly grumble about it from time to time like most things, but he never yelled at you about how you chose to display your affection. You guess you never really realized how much it truly bothered him. Biting back the hurt in your voice, you apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Megumi grunts softly in response, and Yuji decides it’s probably best to ask Gojo to take you all home for today.

It isn’t long after that Megumi begins to notice your interactions with him starting to change. He apologized for yelling at you soon after the event, but you were still much less touchy with him even after accepting his apology.

Normally, you’d grab onto his hand without so much as asking or surprise him with kisses on his cheek. Now, you only hold his pinky from time to time and only if he asks. You also stop your go-to of rubbing his head when you’d greet him or playing with the ends of his hair when you were bored.

Megumi thought maybe something was bothering you, but then he noticed how you’d still laugh and joke around with Yuji and Nobara, your hand gripping onto their shoulder when they’d tell an extra funny joke or affectionately patting them on the back. That wasn’t the worst though. The worst was when you’d absentmindedly sweep Yuji’s hair back into place when it got messy from training. The jealousy it sparked in Megumi was the last straw that makes him decide to ask you what was wrong.

You’re surprised when he tugs on your sleeve, interrupting your conversation with Itadori and Kugisaki. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you say, nodding off to Itadori and Kugisaki before following Megumi to the waterspouts outside. You both sat together on the brick square surrounding the structure. It’s a few quiet seconds of you staring at Megumi as he folds his hands in front of him and lazily taps his foot. Dark blue eyes stare at you before dropping back to the ground.

“Are you still mad at me for yelling at you the other week?”

You shake your head. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not mad at you about that.”

“Then, it’s something else,” he decides, and he desperately tries to rack his brain for what else he could have possibly done wrong, “I’m sure I didn’t forget your birthday or anything. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

Gasping, you deny his claim, “Of course I like you, why would you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re not so friendly with me anymore like the way you are with the others, so either you’re upset with me, or you don’t have the same feelings for me as you do with them.”

“It’s neither of those things. With Yuji and Nobara, they’re both sociable people, but you aren’t like them. You don’t like all that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to annoy you by doing things you don’t like.”

Megumi scowls at your confession, sighing because he remembers exactly why you must be talking like this so suddenly. He specifically called your touches annoying, and he inwardly curses at himself for it. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like it…” he begins unsurely then pauses.

“Then, what?”

Megumi groans softly, an embarrassed heat starting to build in his cheeks as he quietly croaks out, “Feels good.”

“What’s that?” you ask, scooting closer so you can hear him better.

Megumi blushes lightly and cranks his head to look away from your cutely confused blinking. “It feels good when you do it,” he repeats robotically.

“When I do what?”

“When you play with my hair,” he hesitantly explains in more detail, “When Gojo does it, it’s aggravating, but I don't mind so much with you.”

Hesitantly, you ask, “So is it okay if I do it now?”

Megumi nods. “If you want.”

Cautiously, you lift your hand, pulling back in doubt a few times before ultimately sliding your fingers through his hair and rubbing. Megumi groans softly at your touch, and you realize that all those rushed noises of aggravation were actually him moaning from how light and comforting your touch was. You move your hand forward and backward some more, massaging his head until his head starts nodding and his eyes flutter a bit.

You giggle at him. “Are you falling asleep? You’re such a kid.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You laugh louder as he scoffs to hide his embarrassment.

“In that case, you can sleepover with me tonight, and we can do this if you want,” you offer sweetly, and Megumi glances at you, thinking it over. As your smile grows and your hand hits that sweet spot right at the nape of his neck, he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of falling asleep with you playing with his hair.

“I’d like that.”