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inkybloom-luv · 10 months

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Words Unsaid 4, housing arrangements suck

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Hello hello everyone who's been reading this series!! Part 4 is here! I hope you enjoy the series as much as I do!

Characters may be a bit ooc in this but this also includes some personal headcanons about Kalim and some stuff that'll be resolved in the next chapters

Some more spoilers from ch.4 so be aware

Again, can be read as x reader but I have been mentioning my prefect's name more in this chapter so be aware of that.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tw: injuries, absolutely abysmal and disgusting living situation, Crowley being a bad headmage

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Have I ever told you your hair looked pretty the way you wear it? The way you tie that beaten up black bandana around your dark hair that only barely differs in colour enough to differentiate? The blue in it makes it easier perhaps, but it's a recent change, from what I'd seen. Has the headmage decided to pay for a visit to the local hairdresser? I can't help but think you look nice, though your messy hair from before had its charm.

I digress. Your hair is not why I'm writing this, though I could go on about yours. I wanted to apologize to you. I want you to know that I regret nothing more than treating you the way I did. I took advantage of the way it seemed you could look only me in the eyes when speaking to someone. I betrayed Kalim. But that didn't hurt me as much as it did to betray you.

I found one of them, your letters. I wonder how many more there are. I wonder if any of them describe how much I'd hurt you. When I read it my heart ached and cracked and broke. It bled. I wish I'd known sooner. I wish I'd known about the incident with Azul. I wish I hadn't turned your dream, your desert mirage into a walking nightmare.

No, that wouldn't do. It didn't feel right. It felt.. Jamil didn't know what it felt like. He crumpled this paper too, throwing it way towards a trash can. He'd set up in his room, ducking away from prying eyes. But no matter how many papers he wrote, nothing felt right, felt good. It just wouldn't compare to the words she'd written about him. For once in his life he was at a loss. He had no plan, he didn't know what to do.

To make matters worse a knock sounded. Kalim. He was asking for tea once Jamil was free, but really, Jamil needed a break. He sighed a frustrated sigh and opened the door. He told Kalim he'd make him the tea, not noticing he'd kicked a ball of paper into the hallway. The most recent letter he'd thrown away. Kalim noticed it only after Jamil had left it. Picked it up and read it too. Kalim was a lot of things, though he acted carefree, dense and yes, kind of stupid, he was observant. He knew people. He knew Jamil. And he knew who this letter was addressed to. Even if it has been weeks since then, almost a month even. Sure, Jamil had thrown this letter out, but it was something Jamil had been doing for those weeks. Shutting himself in his room for at least an hour and especially at night the light from there would keep burning. And Kalim had had enough. He decided to help.

And that he did. He took the letter and headed straight for Ramshackle. It was pouring rain on campus. Ramshackle wasn't much better, seeing as it was an old building. Heck, he'd met the prefect a while back and they looked exhausted and slightly injured.

Kalim knew the dorm needed renovations but.. when he got there it was worse than he expected. Sure some areas were fixed up but the stairs had holes and the roof leaked, judging by the bowls and buckets all over the floor. The old couch was a bit uncomfortable but it was better than the creaky floor. It was cold too, so much so that the prefect wore a jacket. But with a broken window, courtesy of some Savanaclaw students who had been ostracized and punished well enough by Leona according to the prefect, everyone would be cold. The prefect wrapped a blanket around kalim, seemingly the only nice one. The one from their room which they'd struggled to move down the stairs that were obviously breaking more and more under anyone's step, no matter how light.

The prefect, or, as he knew her better, Inky, had gotten injured fighting Jamil. A bandage around their arm indicated that. Their shirt had a sleeve lifted to accommodate. One of the snakes in Jamil's hair had bitten her there, ripping out a bit of skin. But that was the only injury she'd really gotten. The other bandages and bandaids were from the poor condition of their living quarters. She twisted her ankle going up stairs as one of the boards gave way, the floorboards made her trip and bruise, the large shards of the broken window had cut her hands. And still Crowley was running this girl dry. He'd talk to Crowley afterwards. He finished drying his hair off with one of the few nice towels the prefect did have. he'd gotten it before the blanket.

No more time should be wasted. He spoke. "Jamil is upset. Stressed. He shuts himself in his room for an hour at least almost every day. His light burns into the night. I wanted to know what he's doing. I found this in the hallway and it's.. addressed to you as far as I know. I don't think he wanted you to see this. But if he keeps this up he'll never say what he wants." Kalim was worried. More than. The prefect skimmed the letter. She sighed, her lips pressing together. She should tell Kalim.. and she did. Because her letters couldn't stay hidden anymore. Jamil mentioned them in his writing.

"I write letters to Jamil about my encounters or thoughts of him. I didn't think he knew. But I must've dropped the one I was writing at the time in Scarabia.", she explained, her gaze pointed at the letter in her hands, tears welling up in her eyes now as she continued, her voice breaking as she spoke as steady as she could,

"I miss him. I thought he hated me. I'm.. I'm not good at reading people. I can't look people in the eyes but it was so easy with him. I'm scared to try again. But- But I want to. I've just been.. far too busy. The storm that's been plaguing the island has been causing trouble. The other students have been causing trouble. Everything is loud all the time and I can't take it..! I want to see Jamil. But I can't. I have too much to do. This dorm is falling apart. Someone needs to fix it and Crowley sure as hell isn't doing it. I can't leave here right now."

Kalim nodded his white haired head. He sighed. This was harder than he thought. So Jamil wants to apologize but cannot bring himself to do it in person in fear of Inky being.. scared of him. And Inky.. is way too busy to do much of anything and the storm outside is destroying the old dorm she lives in. No wonder she's hardly been seen, she's constantly repairing her home here. And she could barely keep up much of anything. Everything costs way too much for the little amount of money she gets.

That was an hour ago. Kalim was sitting in the common room, drying off and being oddly quiet. He was thinking. He should.. oh.. he doesn't know what he should do. He should tell Jamil though. Tell Jamil the prefect wants to see him again, but is struggling to make time for anything. When he passed Kalim, the latter called out to him.

"Jamil..! I visited Inky..! Apparently she's really busy.. and she looked hurt all over! I'm worried about her..!" He said in a slightly overdramatic tone. Jamil's face held a look of concern, genuine worry even for only a split second.

"What's happened to the prefect? Why were you visiting her in this storm anyway?", the long haired desert dweller asked.

"Well..! We haven't heard from her at all and I got worried..! You won't believe the condition she's living in, it's terrible Jamil..! She's freezing because of broken windows and the creaky floor is made of tripping hazards..! She almost fell so many times..! And the stairs too, they're so old they have holes and they almost break when anything with any weight lands on it..! The roof is leaking too! It's terrible Jamil!" Kalim had to take a short breather after that. There was no way he could keep talking out of breath. Even all that was enough to send dread to the pit of Jamil's stomach. Was it really that terrible in ramshackle?

"Their roof is leaking too! They can barely keep up with replacing the buckets and bowls and her ankle twisted funny the other day..! She looked so tired.. I want to cheer her up.. but I don't know what to do..! Even I can tell how unsafe it is in there..!"

Now that had Jamil actually shocked. The prefect had been living in that the whole time? How could anyone even- he couldn't believe it. His mouth spoke before his head could react. "Put her up in Scarabia. Get her to stay here-"

And that was what Kalim was hoping for. He may not be good in school or anything like that and rely on Jamil a lot. But. He could think for himself. He could make his own plan. And he did. And it worked.

"You know what Jamil? That's a great idea! I should have my parents donate some money to renovate Ramshackle.. can you tell the principal to tell the prefect?"

Who would've thought Kalim would manipulate someone, and so well too. Not that it was big. But it went very well. Jamil didn't protest. He left. He went to go see the headmage to tell him what happened. What would happen. And while he did that Kalim called his parents. He told them the same thing. Told them about the living condition of the prefect. Ramshackle would most definitely get renovated, even if it would take quite some time. Funds were no issue after all.

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wickedsrest-rp · 1 month

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Happy one year anniversary to the relaunch of Wicked’s Rest! It’s been such a fun, amazing year so far, and we’re so glad all of you here today were willing to take this leap with us and embrace it so enthusiastically! You guys are what make this place as special as it is and we wanted to celebrate you and all the characters you’ve created with a “Founding Day Celebration” in Wicked’s Rest. We have IC and OOC love to share with you all and we hope you join us in the fun.

The time has come once more for the annual Wicked’s Rest Founding Day Celebration! No one's really sure which Founding it's celebrating or who the supposed founders were but everyone's always down for a party. All kinds of activities are popping up around town but most of the action is by the Common.

Food trucks are parked all around the Common and plenty of picnics and outdoor games have popped up. The Peascake Factory has gone all out and brought two trucks. There's plenty of shrimp themed offerings across the board at multiple stands for some reason.

Viva Piñata irl lives on! The piñata's spotted earlier in the week have come out in full force and have been seen gathering together, as if plotting someone's demise. The cute, colorful piñatas have become animated and are hopping around town. Some people are ecstatic to chase them, whack them open, and get all the goodies inside. Others not so much. They might explode all on their own, too, and they aren’t all filled with candy.

There's, of course, plenty of Mysterious Leg merchandise on sale, including miniature replicas of the leg in every color. Someone even made plushies.

Club Cryptid has set up a booth nearby. They have photos of cryptid spottings from around town and are looking for help identifying and naming new ones. They're also offering starter kits for anyone who wants to come join and help them uncover the truth.

Mimes are out and about offering miming lessons. At least that's what we think they're offering. It's so hard to tell with them. Wait, did one just hinge open at the waist? Maybe it's contortionist lessons...

One of the local cults is handing out fliers declaring that Founding Day refers to the day that the the one who slumbers came to rest in this wicked place. Most of the fliers have ended up crumpled in the trash but maybe there's more to it…

As the sun sets, Resters make their way to the Whye River to send off their paper lanterns floating to the sea. During the day, there are stations to decorate them and it has become a town tradition to send off a lantern. Some people send off a hope or a wish for the next year. Others share their fondest memories from the year, hoping that the joy is spread. Some even send messages to lost loved ones with the hope that their lantern guides their way home.

Share your lantern message with an ask to the main! They can be IC or OOC (though it might be good to indicate which) and they can be anonymous or not! Share any memes or memories you've had IC or OOC and anything else from the last year you want to remember

The residents of Wicked’s Rest are what make the town what it is. Sure, they can be a little unusual or off-beat, but that’s what gives the town its charm. Most of the time, Resters accept it for what it is, but there’s one person who wants to know what makes this town tick. Lavinia Cross is on a mission to map the town’s residents and won’t stop until she gets the scoop from each and every person she can.

We threw together a little interview for you to fill out and post in character! You can copy the lead-in text if you like (and even edit it a bit to better suit your needs!!) and post it along with the interview itself! Just make sure you’re answering in character, using both action and dialogue (just like the lead-in!) And of course, this is totally optional!

Interview Prompt:

You were stopped while out and about one day by a woman dressed in clothes that felt inspired by one of those old noir detective films. She asked if you had a few moments to speak to her about recent goings-on in town. You could decline the interview, but your interest was piqued. Did she know something you didn’t? Only one way to find out.

Lavinia Cross introduced herself with a beaming smile, preemptively thanking you for your time. She then peered over the rim of her red cat-eye glasses at you, squinting thoughtfully as she tapped the end of her pen against her lips. “Darling,” she barked in a transatlantic accent fit for the old-timey screen, “I’m going to need you to be brutally honest with me, here. It’s for the greater good! Don’t worry about sounding silly. I’ve heard sillier.” She threw a wink your way and lowered her pen to the notebook in her hand, sucking in a sharp breath before launching into her first question.

“How have you changed since moving to Wicked’s Rest?” Oh. It was a question about you. Maybe she needed to establish a baseline, first? Well, that was fine. Onward with the interview!

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Question 1: If you’re not a lifetime local, what brought you to Wicked’s Rest?

Answer **in character** here!

Question 2: How have you changed since moving to Wicked’s Rest?

Answer **in character** here!

Question 2: If there was one thing you could change about our town, what would it be and why?

Answer **in character** here! etc...

Question 3: What do you think caused the formation of the Serpent's Flat?

Question 4: What do you think happened to Jedidiah Hodge Sr.?

Question 5: Have you heard of the Good Neighbors? Do you believe their claims that the Flat and the Null Impact Crater have something to do with the skyquakes and disappearances?

Question 6: Have you touched the Leg?

Question 7: Will you touch the Leg?

Question 8: Where do you think the sinkholes go?

Question 9: What’s your opinion on the booming stray dog population in town?

Question 10: Are you afraid of the fog?

No celebration would be complete without a soundtrack to go with it! To get the party started, we put together a playlist full of songs that make us think of our favorite town and the place you’ve helped create with us. But we can’t do it alone! We’re sharing the playlist and asking you all to collaborate with us. Add the songs that make you think of Wicked’s Rest and get you in the mood to write so we can enjoy the vibes together!

You can find a link in our discord in the #wickeds-content channel!

NOTE: Please be conscious of triggers when adding songs to the playlist. We know it’s not our typical media so we figured it was worth a reminder. If in doubt, leave it out or send a modmail to check!

#potw #event #plot of the week #literate rp #literate rpg #horror rp #supernatural rp #established rp

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familylightfox · 1 year

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Shy?: Accepting

Anonymous asked:

✨ @sxturn-bxrs

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OOC: You're not the first to tell me this, but I promise I'm a lot nicer than some out there might tell you. I just am very clear on my boundaries and don't allow myself to be a doormat.

Come talk to me sometime. If not on Tumblr, hit me up on Discord.

The new change to usernames hit me already but you can find me at xxphoenixflamesxx.

I'm just a friendly neighborhood trash panda living in your local dumpster fire.

#ask the mun: dusk answers #ooc #sxturnbxrs

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etern4lsun · 29 days

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❝ ― 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! asher choi welcomes everyone for a day of free coffee and fresh baked goods to commemorate a dream come true! feel free to grab as much as you'd like and just have fun!

. . . bakery owner and youtuber has gone missing. asher choi was last seen a week ago closing up his bakery before getting into his car. if anyone has any tips of his whereabouts, please report them to the local authorities.

𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏4𝒍𝒔𝒖𝒏 ― independent fandomless / dead by daylight survivor oc. subscribed by astral! triggering material ahead

☼ . * . – a video essay in: looking at the 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 side of life , constant misfortune and poor luck , not letting fame get the best of you , being the people pleaser ( even at the cost of yourself ) , trying not to think about the past , being the object of someone's 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 , a sunlight that's always 𝚂 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶.

¹ doc. ² interest tracker.

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩: 𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙺𝚄𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙾.

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 : bloodyvain , sh4pechange , ofcr4nes , hemat1c , s1ngedwings

RULES BENEATH THE CUT

ONE. THIS BLOG IS 18+ AND THIS IS YOUR WARNING. Since Asher is an OC based in the universe of Dead By Daylight, murder, torture, mutilation, blood, gore, and the like will be present on this blog. I will tag anything visually that includes things like that, but with writing it depends on how graphic it is. Triggers are tagged as __ //. I don't have any specific triggers, but if you do, please let me know. Lastly, on the topic of smut. It won't be under readmore unless my partner does it first. Also I won't hold off my smut stuff for Sunday and will post stuff like that on main. Whenever I'm in the mood for it, it'll happen.

TWO. Honestly, I'm all kinds of shipping trash. If there's a chance you ship, I probably ship it too! I'm a fan of all kind of ships as well. Romantic, platonic, antagonistic, and everything else in between. But do keep in mind that some ships can be quite unhealthy. Not because Asher is easily jealous, possessive, or violent, but because of what Asher is willing to put up with. He has a knack for staying around when he should leave. He's very dependent person and is in need of validation.

THREE. I am mutuals only and that's how I'll stick for my own comfort. I follow whoever I want and I wish for that to be respected. Don't ask me why I didn't follow you back. Don't follow, unfollow, follow again in order for me to follow you back. If I didn't follow you back, that's that. Don't make me have to block you, and I hate having to block people. Mutuals are free to send in inbox memes that focus on interactions between muses and continue them from that ask post! Non-mutuals are free to send in ooc questions and headcanon things. Mutuals are also free to ask for my discord and talk to me in the IMs. Mutuals are also free to reblog musings posts and graphics things I may post!

FOUR. I make every single graphic on this blog. The icon borders, the PSD, and everything else. Don't steal my stuff, thanks. I've recently been experimenting with formatting. I've been having fun bolding, italicizing, underlining, and using colored font. I also double space and haven't been using small font. So if none of that sounds interesting to you, I would recommend not following.

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ofcr4nes · 30 days

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❝ ― 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 the state capitol building has been vandalized by the same group that helped free arrested protestors just a week prior. officials are still on the look out for possible culprits and leader of said group. if anyone has information please report to local officials.

𝒐𝒇𝒄𝒓4𝒏𝒆𝒔 ― independent fandomless oc who is a rebel leader. revolutionized by astral! triggering material ahead

⛧ . * . – subjects of rebellion: recovering from the past, being a beacon of 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 in a dark place, the rebellious teenager that 𝐫 𝐞 𝐟 𝐮 𝐬 𝐞 𝐝 to stop rebelling, sticking it to the man, sometimes it's okay to be a bit violent against authority, s̵a̵c̵r̵i̵f̵i̵c̵i̵n̵g̵ yourself for the good of everyone else.

¹ doc. ² interest tracker.

𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 : 𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙺𝚄𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙾.

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 : bloodyvain , sh4pechange , hemat1c , etern4lsun , s1ngedwings

RULES BENEATH THE CUT

ONE. THIS BLOG IS 18+ AND THIS IS YOUR WARNING. There will be mentions of murder, torture, abuse both physical and sexual, and other triggering topics. With Daniel saving people from abusive situations and even his own history, they will be brought up in conversations. Triggers are tagged as __ //. I don't have any specific triggers, but if you do, please let me know. Lastly, on the topic of smut. It won't be under readmore unless my partner does it first. Also I won't hold off my smut stuff for Sunday and will post stuff like that on main. Whenever I'm in the mood for it, it'll happen.

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luselih · 3 months

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early summer || oliver aiku

summary: a lovely day at the beach with Oliver and his football teammates! <3, can’t get any better, right??

content warnings | my first ever writing so it would be trash for sure | smut (minors dni), chubby!fem!reader (skin color of reader not mentioned!) dilf/older!oliver (late 20’s in my mind, not expressly stated), possible age gap?? (age of reader not mentioned), he’s probably ooc lol, groping, public sex, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, bambi, princess, mama…), name calling (bitch in heat and whore maybe once?), praising and degrading, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, mating press and prone bone, overstimulation, dumbification and probably more <3

a/n - #1 inspired by “i could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice” promt and just a fact he likes to se swimsuits in the summer <3 (canon!) also it’s not said if he’s boyfriend or just a casual thing (ykwim), written by a virgin too so i beg you don’t be so harsh in comments, love ya 💜!

#2 i couldn’t think of a better ending, sorry it is is disappointing, ya girl didn’t write shit since 2018-😿

It was early june, just after football season ends and days starts to get really warm and sunny on Italian cities and crowed streets which were filled up with tourists and locals in this time of year, so of course why wouldn’t Ubers get out of city to rest and celebrate winning season on beautiful beaches on northeast coast of Italy? 5 star hotel not even couple of minutes away from a beach where Oliver was staying with his teammates, they couldn’t help to call some friends and people to come and stay at hotel they booked, i mean they already have entire hotel for privacy reasons next 10+ days anyway so staying there and couple of private jets flying to closest airport to get people to there wasn’t a problem really, they said that they needed some people to keep them entertained while being away from work and all worries that life can carry with it now.

“Can you help with sunscreen while they are going to ice cream, Oli?”

Oliver turned to look at you as you talked to him, asking him as you lay down on your beach towel, your two piece bikini glowing from the sun and water that is dripping from it since you just existed ocean water just minutes ago, in your hand was a sunscreen that you brought with you to the beach in your carry, stretching out your hand to him, who was now sitting next to you on a beach chair resting like an old man, Oliver lowered his sunglasses, revealing his heterochromia eyes yet again as he look at you, responding with casual yet flirty smile.

“Sure thing sweetheart, lay down and relax.”

He responded as took away a sun cream from your hand you relaxed into a towel, your back facing up, before you two were left alone his teammates just left to buy some ice cream for everyone before it’s get to late and go to where you will need to pack and leave beach since it would be late and too cold for swimming. he looked at your back and backside for good couple of seconds before standing up lazily from his chair and going couple of steps to your soft body, admiring those rolls on your back as you just rested so peacefully underneath the parasol.

He got on his knees on side of your towel that was free and opened a sun cream bottle and poured a good amount of liquid on his hands and rub his hands together to get somewhat fair amount of it all over his hands and slowly pull them on your bare shoulders, a feeling of cold cream and his warm and calloused hands from all training done pressing on your sensitive skin was enough for you to let out a soft gasp, body naturally flinching at unexpected touch, letting out an slightly embarrassing chuckle, you mumbled out a shy.

“sorry…cream is just very cold”

“don’t worry about it…just be a good girl now…”

He hummed in appreciation of your body as his hands rubbed cream into your skin. He just adored your soft skin and plump curves, always noticing that you would wear a bikini top that your boobs are just threatening to fall out, just one wrong move and you will flash entire beach, soft stomach and thick thighs to play and fall asleep on them, kind of woman he LOVES the most.

It was just two of you at the late afternoon, there was not even other swimmers or anything around, just sea, occasional bird sound and light music. Perfect scene was made as his hands grow a bit more bold, his hands were still massaging cream into your back but his strong fingers were wandering towards your neck, arms, sides and hips that just easily made your body react with little moves of your arms and hips squirming, sound of your breath hitching was so heavenly for him, so he sweared he couldn’t help himself right now, i mean look at you now.

Not when you are literally under him now, just for him to take you right there, wait- how did he end on top of your thighs now, wasn’t he supposed to be on your side?

When you were just to ask him about it, you felt his thick fingers made it’s way toward a clasps of your bikini top and unclasped it, letting you boobs to full out underneath your weight on your towel, you started squirming around underneath him immediately, your soft rear brushing against his raising erection in his shorts, your hands immediately flew towards your breast to cover them, naturally trying to stay modest as much as possible in a public place, even if it’s empty.

“Oliver, wait- we are in public, your teammates are just about to get back-“

You truly tried to reason with him, but with no avail since his hands immediately went in front of you, pulling your bikini top totally off you as his erected dick pressed against your upper thighs, trapping you between him and towel, his fingers immediately groping your plum breast, his index fingers and thumbs toying with your nipples that started to erect from touch, letting out a mewl your hands gripped into a beach towel, knowing what Oliver wants now.

“Cmon now princess…don’t play hard to get.. ive been fantasizing about your pussy all day long…gosh-just thinking about a death grip your pussy have over my dick-you can snap it in half how tight you are down there-“

He rasped out in your ear shamelessly, kissing skin behind your ear and neck, his hands abusing your breast and nipples carelessly, you couldn’t help but to moan in pleasure and pain in same time, his hips humping your bottom, already feeling so needy and hungry for your body.

“stop saying such things in public please-“

You tried again but his hands left your now abused chest towards your bikini bottom, hands groping your skin hardly there, making you let out a strained nose between a moan and a groan, whispering directly into your ear now.

“getting shy and needy on me, my little bambi? cmon, just let me mold you against me again…yeah…don’t pretend you didn’t call me daddy on top of your lungs just days ago, begging for my cum like a bitch in heat..”

He recalled a time not so long ago, not even 2 weeks ago when his team win Italian football league against their biggest rival, last match od season, winning 3 - 0 against them. Uber’s were miles away in table points anyway so title was never in doubt to be theirs. How could he ever forget about seeing you in HIS jersey. HIS name and HIS number on you as you cheered for him, pure happiness and joy written all over your face as you jumped into his arms after his match, not caring about him being drenched in sweat, grass and soil. The way you were all over him, the way you moaned his name over and over again in hotel room, the way your back arched and pretty little noises left your lips, your soft fingers scratching on his back as he drilled into your poor abused cunt, his sheer size and girth made you see stars and behind. He was ready to throw away his careless life away and claim you like a biggest success of his lifetime. He loved your body, he was OBSESSED with it to say that at least.

“Now just let me put this to side, not like no one else will see this pretty pussy of yours…”

His deep voice called you back to reality as he pulled your bottoms to side from behind and pushed you down into towel, already pulling his shorts down to let his hardened cock out, immediately giving it five experimental pumps as he lowered it to your pussy lips, teasing them and your clit and opening, you whined at his teasing, of course since now he is one to drag this and his is a horny one. Yet he wasn’t a prick to bone but he might still behave like one, his nose brushing against skin just underneath your skin, he asked in that deep and hypnotic voice of his.

“Do i have your consent to derange your guts right now baby?

You could only mewl from his words, body getting more and more aroused and hot if it is even possible, you whispered back in weak tone.

“Fuck yes-yes please. Just put it in alre-ohhh, fuuuuuuuck-Oli-“

He without wasting any more time, slide his dick into your hole as soon as he heard your breathy consent, letting out deep groan as he felt slick walls hugging his dick tightly, warmness and tightness of your hole almost made him want to cum right on spot from how dizzy he got from it. He kissed back of your neck as he got one hand on your hip, you feel him in deepest parts of your body, practically digging into your gut. Head of his member kissing entrance your cervix was almost overwhelming for you and your tight pussy might just maybe snap his dick into two if he went all way in immediately.

“Gosh-i swear if you get any tighter than this, you are just calling me to knock you up-lord-“

He tried to end his sentence yet sudden tightening of your hole made him feel ecstatic, planting both of his hands on your hips, he pulled his back all way back, just head of his shaft in your hole as he slammed his hips again, and again, and again, again, again and again and counting to do so as he successfully knocked out air of your lungs every time. Sounds of skin slapping against each other, mewls and moans filled this empty part of beach. You soon felt that familiar sensation in your stomach as you gripped into anything for stability, Oliver could feel how tigher and tigher your pussy hole is getting on him, all logical and rational thinking was now thrown out of window as his fingers toyed with your nipple and sensitive clit, making you roll your eyes at back your head.

“You wanna cum? Yeah, You do? Well-“

Your eyes widened at sudden feeling of emptiness between your legs, opening your mouth you were to ask “what the fuck Oliver-“ when you were flipped like a pancake, making your being to jiggle as you were now face to face with him, a stupid yet handsome grin on his lips that meant no good, his hands going underneath your knees and pushing it to your stomach and chest, your eyes widened at realization what he was about to do now, you wanted to squirm away yet again, knowing his desire that was practically written all over his face but his grip was not wavering, he spoke out in hushed laughter, taunting you.

“Too bad, i want what i want and i will get it. Now brace yourself mama.”

Without a second thought he drilled his dick into you like it’s his need, his balls slapping against your ass you felt him even deeper if it was even possible, your hands immediately gripped onto his arms and shoulders, series of strained voices left your lips. You felt even bigger orgasam approaching as you had a lazy make out session with him. You knew that it was risky if you let him nut in you, fuck menstrual cycle and ovulation for it, hormones and horny thoughts flooding your mind over and over at possibilities for this activity between you without any protection. Your thoughts were interrupted by intense feelings, you moaned out again - more loudly than before as your legs started quivering, that glazed look in your eyes drive Oliver into his own orgasam as he pushed you down into a towel with his height as cummed inside you just a little too deep, groaning into a kiss he pulled you in. He sloppily fucked his cum into you more before lazily pulling out, he bit his lip trying not to not get excited from scene in front of him. Your and his mixed cum leaking from your twitching hole down your skin to towel, he knew that it was a risky thing to do but he didn’t care. He slowly moved your legs back to normal, kissing your forehead for little comfort as he pulled your bikini back up on its place, you bit down on inside part of your cheek and spoke out to him, feeling his cum leaking more and more inside your bikini bottom. You wanted to kill him with your bare hands but his teammates and your friends came back. He just watched in amusement at you knowing you were still so sensitive and twitching from feeling between your legs, people around you two are clueless about it.

As you guys had ice creams and slowly started packing up for day, making your way back to hotel as sun started setting down, you and Oliver were at back walking alone as other people talked, he leaned into your ear as he rested his hand on your hip, his hands threatening to slide into your shorts and tease you, he whispered into your ear with that teasing tone of his.

“You know, maybe i just might knock you up for real tonight, i don’t mind putting a ring on your finger since you are my type and i think we might just start trying for a baby and ditch that morning after pill and birth control pills, what do you think mama, ya in?”

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nobully · 10 months

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Like every other day, Wang Yi wakes up and checks his phone first. There are no messages or missed calls, but the date does give him pause for a few long seconds.

July 27th.

"Hahah, what the heck."

"Why am I remembering you in a place like this."

It sits in the back of his head as he goes through his morning routine: cleaning, brushing, and tidying up before heading out the door towards one of his nondescript part-time jobs (he would find something more substantial, but it was hard to squeeze that in with the uni courses he'd picked up along the way).

It nags at him during lunch as he's chewing idly through his panini at a local bakery, eyes drifting to their sweets and desserts cabinet;

It finally gets to him after his last class in the afternoon, when he takes the train to the grocery store instead of back home and stocks up on all the ingredients he needs.

In the kitchen, Wang Yi spends the shortest time possible to make the simplest cake he can think of. There's barely any decoration except the sparkler candles on top and a ring of leftover chocolate frosting lining the borders like some fancy trim. He sets it in the middle of the dining table, lights the candles, and sits down staring as they fizz and sparkle.

When they've burnt down a bit, Wang Yi sighs and props his head in his hands to glare.

"Hey, how're you doing? I don't know how time works between worlds but...today's your big day. Not that I've been allowed to celebrate it or anything."

Stupid OOC rules.

"But since I'm here, I don't think anyone cares. So take it as you will." He winced. That sounded pretty lame, even to his own ears. "I mean...look, I'm sorry for treating you like crap, all right? Both in the first world and the next one. You've helped me a lot and someday I'll make it up to you, so don't kill me too hard when the time comes—"

【Wang Yi, I'm back!】

A familiar voice cuts off Wang Yi's monologue, and he quickly blows out the candles before swiping them off the cake. The next minute, Sao Ling pads into the kitchen before leaping (with some difficulty) straight onto the table to peer at the curious display.

Wang Yi side-eyes him. "Where have you been all day?"

【Pestering Eiden,】 the kitty System responded before sitting on his haunches.

【You've been practicing your baking skills again? Looks pretty good.】

"Uh-huh. You want a slice?"

【If it's good, I'll even take two!】

"Yeah, yeah. What's a cat like you doing eating ice cream and chocolate anyways?"

【I told you before, I'm a System. Even if I look like a cat, I'm different on the inside.】

"What, won't that sugar tangle up all your wiring or whatever?"

【Don't classify me with such archaic technology. Now get the knife!】

"Fine, fine..." Hiding his hands behind his back, Wang Yi sweeps into the kitchen, conveniently dumping his candles into the trash before grabbing some plates and utensils. "Hey, how about I just cut you a double slice and you won't have to ask me for seconds later?"

【My mouth isn't big enough to swallow something like that!】

"What, haven't you heard of teeth?"

【My fur will get dirty!】

"Sheesh, so picky..."

But fine, he gets the knife, cuts Sao Ling's portion into cat-friendly bite-sized pieces, and sits down with his System to enjoy a spontaneous after dinner dessert. Belatedly, Wang Yi realizes he forgot to make a wish before blowing the candles out.

Well, I don't think he'd want me to wish anything for him in the first place.

【Wang Yi,】 Sao Ling licks his mouth, oblivious. 【Use milk chocolate filling next time. The dark one's too bitter.】

He casually flicks the cat on the butt. "You're just not mature enough to appreciate the flavors."

【Mrreow! I'm a lot older than you, for starters!】

"I'm talking mental age, you clueless System," Wang Yi goads, and expertly dodges when Sao Ling leaps at him to smack his face.

Well...Happy Birthday wherever you are, Qin Xian.

#drabbles;#headcanons;#happy birf qin xian : )

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ofremis · 5 years

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hallo it’s me your trash queen jack back with another gorl ! you know the drill below the cut is info on my newest babs remi along with some wanted connections i’d love for her uwu ! smash that lil heart and i’ll slide into your ims or discord for plots ( probably tomorrow tbh a girl is wiped ) ! i also don’t have her pinterest board done and i feel so off brand ....

history ;

so if you haven’t figured it out already she’s moonie’s little sister ! if you want a full well written out backstory rather then my tid bits on their family check out his intro here !

both of her parents were lawyer with a lil con side business on the side

they both brought moonie and remi into their cons at a young age. while moonie took to it swimmingly, sadly remi did not. it wasn’t that she didn’t have the skills it’s just that she didn’t want to ?? to her it was too much work and never really interested her, so her parents were quick to be like uH yah do your own thing and while moonie was dragged further and further into bigger cons remi left it alone. low key though she can still use the manipulation skills she learned when she wants.

remi from a young age was a lil stubborn binch, you know that dance mom’s quote “i just want to stay home and eat chips” that was baby ( and probably older ) remi in a nutshell. she just wanted to stay home sit on the couch and play video games. interacting with people was never ever her strong suit, unless it was via a headset or chat room.

remi was fourteen when her parents were arrested and she really wasn’t sure what to think, for a while she didn’t fully understand what had happened.

she got along a lot better with her grandparents then moonie mostly because she never really did anything??? she was a real boring high schooler, the only thing they probably ever really got on to her about was staying up all night or sucking the internet.

she breezed through school and is actually v smart but when college came she was like uhhhhhhh huh and didn’t know what to do so instead she decided to follow in her brother footsteps and go to west bridge.

she’s currently a film student and wants to be a producer or smth when she grows up.

moonie was the one who dragged her to manon’s that night in an attempt to try to get her to interact with the college life instead of holing up in their apartment ( they live together uwu )

personality ;

ok so she big nerd

loves video games if you can’t tell, almost majored in video game design. her favs are overwatch, super smash, and sonic. plays online for hours on end, usually has a headset on her head and a coke in her hand. sometimes streams when she’s feeling frisky.

never really been in any relationships and is really dumb when it comes to love. you probably have to scream at her if you’re flirting with her or want to go out with her

a total film snob but also the biggest star wars fan you’ll ever meet pls watch it with her

has a goofy laugh snorts a lil

close w her older brother and doesn’t show it she’s fiercely protective of him

drugs??? she don’t know those somebody pls introduce her

probably has sonic posters on her wall

a classic rock fan

is that asshole that thinks being popular is overrated and will tell you, conforming to the status quo NO thanks

is a NERVOUS wreck over the secret they’re keeping and is too scared of everyone to ever say anything

wanted connections ; all open to m/f/nb !

crushed on by remi ; i really want somebody who remi has big ass Dumb crush on and since she hasn’t really done relationships she be a big idiot about it

ex-significant other ; i hc she has only had one or possibly 2 relationships, she’d probably be a dummy about them and be clingy sometimes and then forget to text back bc she’s in a game

gaming buddy / partner ; ppl come over and play video games with her!!!

somebody trying to get under her skin ; i basically just imagine somebody who is constantly bothering her trying to understand her and get her out of her dorm, maybe even in a romantic way they could be trying to hookup / flirt w her idk

bad influence ; even tho moonie is a bad influence in himself, gimme somebody who forcing her out of her dorm and out into the world!!!

ride or die ; just besties bc we all love some good ole besties

muse ; this would be somebody that she gets a lot of inspiration from and often asks them to be in her short films, etc

online friend ; how cute would it be if they met online gaming or a forum or smth and just became like online besties?? they could know they go to the same school or not!

rival ; could be via video games, another connect, school, etc she is just a competitive person

dislike ; she’s very against the status quo unlike jo so if you muse is very into that there’s a good chance remi has mutter something dumb under her breath about them

acquaintance ; she doesn’t get out much..... so she doesn’t have a lot of friend so maybe they’re in the same class or something, write a blooming friendship w me pls

connection via her brother ; idk if your muse has an intense connection with moonie it could def overlap with remi considering how close they are, we love drama in this household

gimme gimme everything !!!!

#ps.intro #˚ * 　your local trash can　· . ooc

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chronal-anomaly · 5 years

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I've been driving around backwoods Michigan in my truck and listening to Tom Petty so I've got Jack Morrison Thoughts

-Morrison definitely knew how to shoot going into the military. He probably startled his CO because he had terrific aim, but 'fuck Morrison hold the gun like a soldier' instead of a cross-body carry

-He probably hunted deer, and if he didn't hunt, he'd need the shotgun/handgun to scare off whatever animal in his crops w his dad. He learned by watching his old man, and in his teen years he took up the job of overnight watch when the deer got real bad in the crops.

-He played sports, a lot of them. Type of guy to play football in the fall, hockey in the winter, lacrosse or baseball in the spring

-he knows how to drive stick, diesal and farm equipment. And, since a lot of farm equipment is similar to construction equipment, he can probably drive things like backhoes and bobcats and cranes with enough to time to feel it out

-he's got a pair of work boots from his high School years that are a battered mess but he refuses to throw them away

-he's got one old leather jacket that he also, won't throw away, even tho both the boots and the jacket are Dead™

-he likes classic rock and will sing it at the top of his lungs

-he drove a shitty old pickup truck, blue, Ford, from 2000. He's ridiculously good at fixing it, because when you're thirty miles out from the local mechanic, you say fuck it and figure it out. He's actually pretty mechanically confident with a lot of engines that are similar to cars.

-Dirt doesn't bother him.

-he isn't prissy and he isn't ashamed, and he DEFINITELY isn't stupid.

#(mobile.)#a psa from your local midwest bumpkin trash #feel free to rb / steal i dont really care #and i can answer a lot of midwest style questions if y'all need lmao #(ooc)

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bcrbleue · 6 months

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been working on my fantasy multimuse, so have a sneak peek at my muse page

#feel free to follow or come to me for plots #even though it's not ready yet #∘⡊ ❧ ˚⊹ ooc ⊹ — your local trash can.

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indamnable · 6 years

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IT’S ALMOST TIME FOR CARDS !!!

matthew mcconaughey voice: alright alright alright. have this gif that isn’t mine for attention because i’m too lazy to make a graphic for this!!! so – i’m gonna be sending out holiday cards again this year and this attention grabber is for anyone who wants one! of course you have to be comfortable giving me your address (i promise i’m too poor to come stalk you), and just fill out a lil form so i can be organized and keep up with everything. here’s the form. just fill all the stuff out and i’ll mail out your card before the holidays in december!! i’ll reblog this periodically throughout november and the beginning of december for anyone interested. just wanted to get a head start this year so i can make sure i’m not late.

#* ooc » your local trash panda.#holiday cards #you can blacklist that if you need to

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rcalmofmagic-a-blog · 5 years

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every time nyla punches someone i lose ten years off my life

#ayyye it's your local trash queen || ooc #|| she's a goddamn witch that can use her magic #but instead she just punches #why is this my muse #someone take her away from me

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tubebow-blog · 7 years

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`❤.

#♥ ` I BET YOU'RE NOT EVEN LEVEL 30. // ooc.#me: having a movie night with friend #also me: writing rakan metas #reach into your local trash can and you will find hugh. a local FRIEND and BOY

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draceempressa · 2 years

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I swear if I get 1 comment of people trash talking Vil or seeing his character being OOC in the English game I will riot. Americans are sensitive to racism but are fine being sexist? Denying Vil's femininity is like being sexist towards feminine women, femboys and being transphobic at the same time. Vil is loved as the No Gender Stereotype icon of Twst. I will be furious if they ruin him.

The west, sexist to femininity? Quick. act surprised!

in all seriousness, we all know the west loathe femininity. If you are feminine, you are either useless , weak, wimpy damsel or villainous, oppressive girlboss. There is no such thing as strong yet just feminine character, if you want to be seen as just and strong you have to be masculine and that's just... wrong.

It's also why the hype for Pomefiore chapter dies fast. Real fast despite there is big gap between chapter 5 and 6. People hate to admit Vil is strong and sympathetic, yet feminine character, to admit Epel's toxic masculinity is wrong, and chapter 5 was never his story, it was Vil's.

I expected but it not any less dissappointed with how TWST EN handle Vil. Of course they are doing the localization in the way it caters to the woke people of America, and he is not the only victm of the bad localization. Floyd also doesn't sound as neurodivergent because America also hate to admit neurodivergent characters that are not as villainous and insane as Joker or be part of living lane, not just part of horror game and are their own person, not monsters to be vanquished, or Cater sounds liek dudebro and less the eboy he is, or Sebek sounds much less respectful to Malleus with lack of honorific (they can make him refer to Malleus as Young Master, it's the literal translation of what Sebek usually refer to Malleus, waka-sama, or Your Highness since we know he's crown prince of the valley), because boy, do US doesn't consider honorific important and being chaotic and informal is cool. I understand why the localization is like that and that's exactly why I hate it.

tldr: the localization is bad attempt to make TWST sound woke and you can't convince me otherwise, even if it is entertaining due to how memetic it is, it's not fine and don't tell me otherwise. memes is good but not when it comes at the expense of actual character depth.

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #sebek zigvolt #floyd leech #cater diamond

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 3 years

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In regards to the high school Au, Gil meeting a shy yet pretty girl that he likes. What would he do to win her heart?

Hello, anon! I'm glad you enjoyed the high school AU. This will be an interesting continuation...TIME TO GO IN GUNS BLAZING!!

btw i made the reader insert character gender neutral so then it feels more like a dating sims game. :3

note: this is going to be a bit ooc (crackfic maybe)

Student Gilgamesh Developing a Crush (High School Au)

- Bored, Gilgamesh sips his wine on the school roof as usual; gorging himself in a specially-reserved bento box. He liked it up above, where he could just rest, instead of dominating the school so fiercely.

- When he hears the sound of pattering footsteps traipsing across his sacred grounds, anger thunders down on his face. "To think that such a foolish mongrel would have the nerve to entrench themselves upon my resting area...How dare you-" The words freeze in his throat, as he catches sight of you.

- From your posture, to the expression on your face...Gilgamesh was ensnared within the thorns of captivation!

- "E-err...sorry about that." You bow politely, as wind billows through your beautiful strands of hair, eyes blossoming like the finest of flowers. "You see, I just like to sit here too sometimes." Albeit being rather nervous, you bravely spoke up for yourself, which he liked. "I mean, I can leave if you'd like but I like this place too-" His brusque red eyes catch you off guard, as you duck your head in agony; twiddling your fingers.

- He was so scary!! As you fluctuated between wanting to leave and wanting to stay (because its not as if Gilgamesh owns the school roof or anything), his hands suddenly grip yours- as he pulls you towards him with all the force of a bull.

- "How adorable...how utterly enthralling you are! I never expected to witness such a fine beauty upon these school grounds." Gilgamesh has already latched into his hardcore flirting mode, leaning in awkwardly close to your face. "Mongrel. Tell me your name. NOW."

- Eyes wide with shock, you reluctantly tell him your name, only for him to proclaim that you shall have his interest from now on. "Although you are a beauty, you are naught but a mongrel. If you catch my eye from now on as well, so be it!" He tries to play it cool, but is actually much more interested than he wants to let on. "Take this land for yourself. I have no need for it anymore."

-As he leaves- face beaming with joy- an ominous pit of worry pools in your stomach. You knew the rumors all to well- of how Gilgamesh was pretty tough work, relentless once interested; and the tales of all the people who he had left broken and rejected. 'I'd better pick a god and pray...'

- However, you are greatly surprised by how tame his approach is at first (let's just say that he can be quite a nuisance at times). Besides from randomly slotting the occasional gift atop your desk, and winking whenever you passed him by; Gilgamesh was pacing himself for once.

- Once you nervously asked your friends about this, they reassured you that he wasn't always quite so hardcore as he seemed. "He only pops off once he's fully invested! All the best," Your stomach churned slightly at the idea of that. The amount of expert knowledge they had on his movements were insane. Everybody treated him like a local celebrity!!

- However, all things drastically change once he crosses paths with you during Sports Ed. Bunking off yet another class deemed too banal to entertain him, he strolls through school grounds- only to catch sight of your legs trembling as you parry the horrible sports ed teacher's serves; tears dropping from your eyes- as other students watch blankly on, hoping to avoid eye contact with the situation altogether.

- Once the teacher picks his next unfortunate target, Gilgamesh is surprised to see you rush to the back; only to be taken aback by the next sight lying before him.

- Helping take care of students injured by your demonic excuse for a Sports Ed teacher, you mouth words of encouragement to them, despite clearly shaking with fear yourself. Despite being extremely shy and scared, it seemed as if you were trying desperately to support others, as well.

- "Hoh..." Now he was certainly interested. Slinking back to his private zone, Gilgamesh vows to conduct a little more research on a certain asshole Sports Ed teacher...

- Luck seems to strike the pan, for another huge encounter occurs once he bumps into you at the shoe lockers. The sun slowly sinks across the horizon; dappling the world around you in a bright orange light.

- "You've been evading me so skillfully lately, mongrel. Have my divine offerings been to your liking?" Leaning against your locker, he grins mischievously at you; red irises dancing with amusement.

- "T-the chocolates were nice...but I'm fine without any gifts. So you don't have to bring them anymore." Hugging your plastered hands to your chest, you lower your head. Now just wasn't the time, you were already drained for the day. "I have to go, sorry..."

- Now that was a surprise. Usually people would be dying for his attention, not evading him like this! However, this was exactly to Gilgamesh's liking oh my god. Leaning forwards, he's just about to attempt to set your heart aflutter with some cheesy adages until...

- The Sports Ed teacher bursts in, eyes brimming with rage. "Y/N!!! WHY ARE YOU LATE? All that talk about 'i want to protect my friends', and then you can't even come to club on time, huh? You freaking coward!" By this time, the teacher is gripping you by the arms, as scared tears drop from your eyes, expression frightened.

- Eyes narrowing with disgust, Gilgamesh stares at the events unfurling before him. His research had uncovered a great deal of trash on this teacher, who was infamous for training students way past their limits; bullying them severely for not fitting his ridiculous standards.

- Grabbing the teacher by the scruff of his neck, Gilgamesh forcefully pulls him away from your quivering figure. "How pathetic a troglodyte you are, to be treating your fellow mongrels with such disdain. " Gilgamesh all but hisses into the teacher's ears. "You leave me no choice but to punish you."

- "Punish me? Who the hell do you think you are, you bastard?! I'll suspend you for touching me!" The teacher slaps Gilgamesh's palm away, as you watch them with terror. Things were getting ugly, and fast.

- "I'm Gilgamesh. Remember the name, mongrel- especially once I've casted your meagre buttocks out of this estate." Unveiling his golden-plated phone, a horrifying gleam lights in his eyes as he reveals a huge list of the teacher's misdemeanors. "I know what pathetic things you've been up to...and about your abuse of power. Not that I'd usually care, mind you." However, the teacher had the gall to threaten you. Which basically meant that he was now dead meat?! he was gonna destroy him XD

- Worried, you step in before Gilgamesh can unleash one of his terrifying bribes upon the teacher. "W-wait, Gilgamesh!" As he turns to you-shocked that you'd address him by name, you smile. "I-I think we should have him legally fired instead...but that's just me..." That way, he'd never be able to become a teacher again.

- "Hoh, how kind-hearted of you. Well, I shall honor your rather pitiable request once." Gilgamesh shoos off the bewildered teacher, who looks confusedly between you both. "Fate has bestowed you with generous luck today; you pathetic excuse for a teacher. Depart the premises at once!"

- However, the teacher is extremely prideful; and lunges to attack Gilgamesh- flying so wildly off the mark that he legitimately crashes into the teacher's office nearby. Which alerts all of the teachers of the ensuing scuffle. Which then results in you having to bravely explain the situation...which ends up with the teacher being MIRACULOUSLY FIRED ON THE SPOT?!!!!

- It was as if this chain of events was perfectly orchestrated. As you look towards him with both a mixture of awe and fear, he heartily laughs. "Fuhahaha! Let's just say that Lady Luck favors me quite greatly." That was a lie. Gilgamesh knew much more than he was letting on.

- "Thank you." For the first time, you truly smiled at him; sunlight beaming down on your face. "For a scary tyrant, you can be really helpful sometimes." Those were not the words he was expecting to hear at all! Coughing awkwardly, Gilgamesh puts on a mask of nonchalance to avoid his burgeoning feelings. You weren't meant to say that!!!

- "Fuhn, I wasn't doing it to help you, nor the other pathetic mongrels that troglodyte was bullying. Don't get cocky, lowlife." And with that he was gone, as you waved goodbye.

romancing bit (?!!)

- Seeing as Gilgamesh is now very interested in you, he will most likely make sure to cross paths with you as often as possible; saying all sorts of cheesy and flirty things. He sits with you during break, loudly sipping wine by your side as other students look on with amazement. He also leaves letters and gifts by your desk everyday. The letters are eerily direct, proclaiming ominous things such as 'we shall wed...'

- Overall, he is overzealous and extremely headstrong in his approach, not giving you enough time to breathe. However if you tell him that you feel overwhelmed by his actions, he reconsiders them briefly...only to go over-the-top in different ways instead; hoping that you'll be pleased by his advances. I think Gilgamesh needs to learn more about self-restraint here.

- He'll probably want to take you to many places as well, and try and bowl you over with limited edition experiences; things that are beyond your wildest dreams. He's probably also going to get very serious as well by increasing the time he spends by your side considerably. Expect to see him everyday from now on, too!

- Is he the type to do a shoujo-manga style entrance to sweep you off your feet? Yes. He does helicopter landings every now and then, thrusting a bouquet at you. He also hires people to serenade you at times, much like something out of a romantic novel; and loves seeing your surprised reactions.

- He will get quite pushy at times, so it's recommended to alert him if you're not enjoying it. In his eyes, the two of you are as good as close contemporaries now.

- Exasperated, he finally decides to ask "Mongrel. What is it that you desire? Anything you shall wish for will be in your hands." He's absolutely convinced that he can do anything to win you over. However when you reply with a simple, "...I'd like some help with my studies!" as your adorable cheeks flush with determination, he sighs. There was no winning over you with conventional means. Yet, he is also spurred on by the challenge.

- "Although your response is a terribly common one, I'll oblige you." He certainly will. "With my expertise, you'll be acing all of your classes from now on!" When a color-coded, detailed guide on all of your subjects lands on your desk the next day, as Gilgamesh smiles smugly at you.

- As you flick through the pages, you see detailed notes on all the things you don't understand, and are quite shocked by the quality level of this. "T-this is amazing!" You gasp. "How did you do this?!"

- "I have my sources." He really did. "Mongrel. From now on, I shall stand by your side. Do not hesitate to call upon my assistance if need be." And with that, his word is final.

- I have a feeling that once he likes someone, he'll hold onto them quite tightly, and will do as much as he can to impress them; going out of his way to win their heart.

#gilgamesh #fate series #gilgablog #my writing #fgo #ok this is high school au so its a little tame a little crackfic and a little ooc XD its a light hearted story ^^#this is like an otome game now. it is isnt it.#asks #anon

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