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actuallys8n · 9 months
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afab!reader | Just the Tip | jjk headcanons
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| a / n | : i wrote this last year… just stumbled on it and realized it needs to be shared with the world. happy season 2 release babes~ age in bio / pinned or ill fucking block you
| warnings | : bottom!reader, teasing, degradation, pet play (mild), penises and vaginas
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Inumaki Toge | Fushiguro Megumi | Okotsu Yuuta
…the kind of man who is hesitant at first because if he’s being honest, he’d rather wait until you’re ready for all of him rather than some of him. But he’s a young man, his uncertainty is not going to last long once he realizes exactly how badly you want to give it a try.
You’re in a dimly lit room, his hot breath fanning across your neck as your delicate touches slowly make their way to the waistband of his underwear. Soft lips planting wet, gentle kisses against your heated skin. The two of you have never been completely intimate with each other, and definitely not like this – his mind is quickly spiraling down a steep staircase of ‘what if’s’ and worries. He knows you aren’t quite ready to go as far as you already have, but it’s hard to stop when your insistent fingers keep digging into his hips like that.
“Y/N,” he breathes, weight supported by an elbow pressing into the mattress just near your ear, a warm hand tightly winding itself through the tendrils of hair at the base of your skull when you grind your lower body into his. “We should probably stop.”
“Just the tip.” You whine, glassy eyes meeting his foggy ones. His jaw locks at your words, the grip on your hair tightening while he silently screams in his head because he wants to, he wants to, he wants to… But that’s a very bad idea. Even the thought of just rubbing his bare cock against your soft… wet folds has all the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick.
You boldly reach past the fabric of his boxers and fist his erection with a few lewd strokes, lip tucked tight between your teeth. His eyes go wide, brain fuzzy and his cheeks red; his hips buck up into your touch and a broken moan slips past his lips.
“J-just the tip…” He agrees, nodding frantically and hooking his slender fingers through the band of your underwear to yank them off your legs.
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Itadori Yuji | Gojo Satoru
…the kind of man who would whine, pout, throw a total fit when you tell him early in the morning that you aren’t in the mood and he needs to get his erection off your ass before he regrets the request. His strong hands are glued to your hip bones, eyes downcast towards where his boxer-clad dick is proudly pressing against your body and bottom lip jutted out in a deep, childish frown.
“Mean…” He mutters low and quiet, huffing out in frustration and twisting around to turn his back to you.
You roll your eyes, now completely awake and annoyed with your man-child boyfriend over his sad attempt at seducing you from slumber. It’s a Sunday, your last opportunity to sleep in before work tomorrow and he’s really bothering you with this now?
“Just the tip.” You bite, rolling on to your back and craning your neck to look at him with a harsh glare.
He flashes you a devilish grin, full of pride over the success of his fit and intentionally complacent to your obvious irritation. Though the words ricochet around in his head for several moments as he rolls around to pull you in close and plant a chaste kiss to your lips– just the tip? Can he actually do that?
He’s got you twisted on your side, desperately thrusting his aching cock up along the slick of your cunt, nudging your clit with each motion and groaning hopelessly into your neck because damn, it feels so fucking good.
His large hand draws a line down your spine, around the curve of your ass— giving it a quick smack and admiring the jiggle before gripping the base of his erection, stroking it once and gently pushing the tip between your folds.
You suck in a breath at the stretch, your hand quick to find his muscular abdomen and push against the force of his hips before he slips the thick of his cock in too far. The action only earns you another low groan from the man, his hips stuttering against your fingers in an attempt to get just a little more friction.
“Babyy—,” he whines, quickly grabbing your wrist and twisting it to trap your arm behind your back, allowing him to completely sheath his cock inside you. “I don’t think I can do just the tip.”
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Geto Suguru | Nanami Kento
…the kind of man who uses it as a punishment. You just had to go and get coffee without him that morning… He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the action frustrated him to no end. To think you’d be so careless?
“You were asleep!”
What a sad excuse to give, you know better than to just up and leave by yourself without at least telling him where you’re going. But you didn’t do just that, you also forgot to get him coffee too?
Oh my…
The remainder of your morning is spent by the silent treatment, fleeting glares and snappy remarks over home-made coffee until you’ve had your fill of his attitude and you are left begging him for some decency.
“Ah, so we’re reducing ourselves to groveling and whining now, hm?” He hums, trapping you against the kitchen counter with his hips, large hands caging your body and dark eyes staring down at you with fervor. Predator and the prey who fell right into his trap.
Your panties are pulled to the side, left leg hiked up to your hip and bare ass flat against the cold countertop while he mercilessly wipes the mess of your slick all over your pretty pussy lips— chuckling to himself at the way your hips twitch from the shocks of pleasure every time he bumps your sweet spot.
“Bad pets like you deserve to be punished.” He says sweetly, tapping the spongy head of his cock against your exposed clit. “How ‘bout I give you just the tip, hmm~?”
“P-please…” You cry, rolling into his touches as heat rushes to your chest and cheeks in embarrassment. He’s making you beg a lot… and he’s not going to let you stop anytime soon.
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Fushiguro Toji | Ryomen Sukuna
…the kind of man who knows exactly where he wants you. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
“Ah ah ahh…” He tuts, a smirk splitting his lips as he stares down at where your bodies are joined— a large hand stroking the base of his thick cock while the other holds you in place at the hip. The soft, warm tip of his dick is perfectly nudged up against your clit, so each rough pump on his erection is another smooth stroke along your folds.
You’re nothing but a drooly, crying mess. He’s been using you like a doll for nearly forty minutes, reeling everytime you whine and shout that you’re “g-gonna cum!” because he hasn’t even put it inside yet.
“You’re so desperate for my cock, baby… tell me how bad you want it.” He says low and sinister, hands moving to grab under your knees and push them to your chest. The base of your calves find home on his shoulders while he moves himself up into your body— positioning and folding you in half beneath his huge frame, allowing the tip of his dick to bump your clit again.
His elbows rest on your chest, strong hands now wrapped tight around your neck as he places sweet kisses on your forehead and rubs himself up and down your slick. Each time it catches the curve of your entrance, just barely slips past your folds— you can’t help but let out a moan. It’s so, so close to what you’ve been begging him for, and he knows exactly what it’s doing to you. He knows exactly what you want.
“Tell me…” He coos, stopping right at your dripping hole and pushing in the first inch— stilling when you try to fuck yourself onto him. “Tell me or all you’ll get is just the tip.”
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random0lover · 11 months
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Open Wounds and War Paint
Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader
Word Count: 1,614
Warnings: Angst/no comfort, SFW, reader death(?), proclamation of love, blood, emotional shit, reader gets called dove and love, reader calls Simon baby one time.
Things to know: Should be POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡, Also a warning to anyone that decides to follow me- if you do not have your age in your bio or a pinned post I will block you… just a fair warning.
Notes: This has been sitting in my drafts for like two months now and I’m having writer's block on the main piece I’m writing and I had motivation for this so here we are! I might write a second part to this and maybe two different types, one that continues that angst/no comfort and one that is a happy ending and fluffy. This isn’t my best work and honestly I don't know how to feel about it :/
Part 1 (You’re here!) Part 2
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You’re laying with your head in Ghost’s lap just thinking about things. Letting your mind wander into some saddening thoughts.
“Ghost”
“Yeah love?”
“Sometimes I’m scared I’ll never find real love.”
He doesn’t say anything but you know he’s listening, he was always listening when you spoke.
“I know I have you and the rest of the team and that we all see each other as family and I absolutely adore that, I really do.”
You pause thinking about what you want to say.
“I want someone to love me. Not my body or who I am at work. I want them to be in love with my soul and I want to love their soul right back.”
This whole time you had been picking at a loose string on Ghost's cargo pants but finally risked looking up at him and for once he’s not looking at you instead he’s staring up at the ceiling.
You look away again.
“I want to be so comfortable with the love that we have that when we wake up in the morning my first thought isn’t about how if I look okay or if I looked like I was attacked by a pack of wild dogs,” you push air out of your nose in an attempt to laugh, “I want to make myself a cup of coffee and bring them a cup of tea exactly how they like it and there be a comfortable silence. I want to watch the sun rise with them and know that they love me as much as I love them.”
You look up to find him already staring down at you, his pupils dilated to the point of almost pushing the soft molten out completely.
His thumb drifts across your cheek gently memorizing every line from the ones around your eyes from how much you always laughed to the ones that settle between your eyebrows from the amount of time you’d stressed over everyone’s safety.
The moment is interrupted though with pain filled coughs wracking your body causing your head to jostle in his lap.
The hand that’s holding your tightens.
Once the coughing stops you wipe your loose hand across your mouth and find dark red liquid on it that almost looks black.
“Simon.”
He blinks hard.
This was the first time you had used his name during a mission.
You’d only start calling him that when you were both alone on base having early morning conversations while he drank his tea and you your coffee.
You reach a hand up and slide it underneath his mask to rest it on his cheek.
“Simon promise me you’ll find a love like that.”
His eyes search yours and all he can find is love and adoration. You had lost enough blood that you were starting to go numb, your body finally taking mercy on you in your final moments.
His hand reaches up to cover the one you still have under his mask and grips it tightly almost as if he’s trying to ground himself.
You two were not alone in the room but you had already said your goodbyes to everyone else leaving Simon for last. You were worried about what your death would bring for the team, not about the consequences of anyone’s actions but the emotional stability of everyone. They already had hard times dealing with when one of their own were taken but you had yet to see their reaction to anyone that they were close to dying but you’d always imagined that you would be there for them. You would be but they wouldn’t be able to see you, you promised that you would still watch over them in death just like you did in life. You’d become their guardian angel.
Ghost never showed any weakness, he wouldn’t allow himself to after what happened to his family but somehow you wiggled your way into the heart that he thought he had locked and thrown into the deepest darkest parts of the ocean. But Ghost wasn’t the one that was present in this situation, it was Simon.
Simon, the man who knew your exact coffee order, the one that knew how annoyed you’d get at the smallest things when you were tired but you’d never take it out on anyone, the one who knew your real past, the only one you had shown your real full self too.
He knew it was dangerous to fall in love with you. Not because of your work but because he knew if he let you in he’d never be able to let you go and he was fucking terrified of that. He didn’t know who he’d become when you died and even the rest of the team was worried about that. They’d never seen him become so vicious in the field before but once he found out that you’d been hurt, it’s like all he could see was red. He took 8 men all by himself with just a combat knife and his fists. He walked away covered in blood, none of it his.
He blinks again, focusing on you, finding you smiling softly at him.
“You think too much Simon.”
He ignores that.
“Dove,” He runs a hand-covered glove across your cheek.
You drum your fingers against his hand gently at the pet name giving a soft hum.
That was his name for you in the soft moments. He claimed that you were too good, too pure, too caring to be in this line of work.
“But I already found a love like that.”
You let out a choked laugh mixing with the sound of a sob at the same time.
“I know, baby.” Under different circumstances you would’ve never let that term of endearment slip out of your mouth but in this moment you didn’t care.
You can’t help but cough again making blood splatter onto his vest, you try to wipe it off but he just grips your hand and shakes his head gently.
“I got lucky enough to find the love I was always looking for but was too chicken shit to say anything about it.” You attempt to laugh again but it only comes out in a heavy wheeze and your eyesight is starting to go slightly blurry.
You’re starting to panic. You don’t want to die. No no no no. You weren’t ready.
Another sob leaves your chest and you can see the pain in Simon’s eyes, one tear comes out sliding down his cheek and under your hand that is starting to go slightly slack.
“Simon I’m not ready,” your words are becoming slurred, “I don’t want to leave you yet.”
For once Simon didn’t know what to say, he never expected to be in this situation. You weren’t supposed to be bleeding out on a random bed in a shitty safe house waiting for evac that most likely wouldn’t make it in time. He had promised himself he would die for you, die before you. No matter what, you were supposed to be the one to outlive him, make it out of the military life to maybe one day start a family or maybe open that little bakery where you also took in cats to help them find new homes. You were supposed to make it out alive, not him. Not ghost.
He leans down pressing his forehead to yours, “It’s okay love, you don’t have to stay for me. It’s okay to let go.”
You shake your head violently trying to keep yourself awake. Keep yourself away from the warm comfort your mind was offering up to you. To focus on the man that you love.
“But Simon.”
He shushes you gently and you can feel the tears running down his cheek and under your hand. It causes the makeup around his eyes to run slowly, cleaning away the black stains, washing Ghost away and letting more of Simon be revealed.
You didn’t want to do this to him. You had finally started to see Simon come alive and you didn’t want to rip that from him.
Urgently you blink your eyes even though it’s almost like you’re staring out a foggy window and can really only see his eyes now. But that’s all that mattered, you could read everything Simon was thinking and feeling just from his eyes alone.
Pain. Anger. Sorrow.
Love.
“Simon, I need you to live for me.”
He breathes deeply, “Love—“
“No, Simon I mean it,”
“Don’t let yourself fade away.” You take a deep breath.
“I need you to find that love again.”
For some reason you remember the conversation you had only hours ago, sitting on that rooftop. Before you knew you wouldn’t make it to the next morning. You had asked him what he wanted to do after the military and at first he just shook his head. He wasn’t supposed to make it out. This was his life and it was going to be his death. You knocked shoulders with him though, you knew what he was thinking and you always threatened to kill him yourself if he ever thought of dying in the field. You told him he wasn’t allowed to die, he had to help you find the perfect spot for your coffee shop and his pub.
“Oh, and that pub you talked about opening? You should really do it.”
You smile at him gently, your eyes starting to slide shut and you can see the panic in his eyes. You didn’t want him to panic, everything was going to be okay.
You tried to tell him that, saying the words in your mind but your lips didn’t move once.
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veraghost · 2 years
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tag teamed! ❤️‍🔥
𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 pt. 1
featuring: f!reader, oikawa + iwaiumi, kageyama + hinata, miya twins
cw: dom!reader and sub!reader, double penetration, oral (m.recieving), praise, degredation, choking, overstimulation (suggested), multiple rounds, dumbification, voyeurism
nsfw under the cut, please have ur age in ur bio or i will block you. 18+
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pt. 2 - featuring: kuroo + kenma, bokuto + akaashi, ushijima + tendou
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oikawa  +  iwaizumi
“God you look pretty like this,” Oikawa sighs to himself, looking at his best friend for confirmation. “Stuffed full of the two of us, practically drooling on my cock, so fuckin perfect.” He continues, pushing his hips into you a little more, that inch you can’t fit into your mouth finally sliding, and you can hear him groan, a shudder going through his body.
Iwaizumi is no different, pounding into your cunt from behind, losing himself in you. His grip on your hip is bruising - borderline painful - but everything going on around you drowns out the pain, only feeling pleasure for the moment. He’s groaning out profanities into your ear, making you cream so beautifully around him, and he’s holding off his orgasm just to make sure you’re completely fucked out.
“Don’t get too excited thinking this is a one-round thing baby, we’re just getting started.”
kageyama  +  hinata
It was a simple kiss on the cheek to both boys when they won their game, a small congratulations to the pair for working so hard. You didn’t mean to end up here, sandwiched between the two men, begging them for something, anything. And God do they give you something - the blissed out expression on Kageyama’s face tells you everything you need to know, and he feels so good, so fuckin good. So good that he fucks his cum back into your cunt, all while Hinata is forced to watch, whining in his seat.
“Oh pretty baby, do you need some attention too?” You ask him, noticing how red the tip of his cock is, how his hand isn’t enough anymore. And he’s nodding before you even finish your question. How could you say no?
“Be good for me and keep your hands there for me, okay? Move them and Tobio and I will leave you here to make youself feel good.”
atsumu  +  osamu    miya
“Samu she want’s me in her pussy, isn’t that right angel?” Atsumu asks you, brushing his hand over you cheekbone, smiling adoringly at you. When you said you were in love with both twins, you didn’t expect this outcome - pinned on a bed with both men towering over you, though you weren’t complaining. “Fuck off Tsumu, she’s been fucked dumb, won’t even notice who’s who.” He spits back, lining himself up at your entrance.
This bickering goes on the entire night, but  it doesn’t stop the twins from making you feel good - it makes them fuck you harder, deeper, and you can barely form coherent sentences when the nights done, you’re fucked out beyond belief, and all you can do is smile dreamily at the two men that are around you.
“Sleep well, angel. I’m taking you in the morning.” Atsumu tells you, staring at his brother.
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twstfanblog · 6 months
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*~Family Feud~*
AN: This has been done for DAYS I just didn't get a chance to read it over because I dropped two outfit descriptions in this and I wanted to draw them out. Instead, I decided to get this out and stop hoarding it. XD
Also an introduction to one of my Twist OC's I'll do my best to get a proper bio of him and link it at a later date.
Word Count: 5.4K
Warnings: Toxic family dynamics, Disregard of adopted family, She/They Yuu OC. My own canon of Silver's backstory mixed with canon.
Pairings: Mallus x Yuu
Enjoy~!
Starter, Part 1 (Pomefiore), Part 2 (Heartslabyul), Part 3 (Diasomnia)
Diasomnia was strangely desolate, something that Louis wasn't really expecting. He would have thought the dorm would reflect Briar Valley. The times he'd seen the valley, it was full of lush vegetation, life seeming to spill out of every corner. The only place that looked vaguely like these densely packed dead woods was the royal castle of the Draconia’s. But, even then, the castle had a beautiful rose garden. At the thought of the Briar royalty he scowled, his resolve only growing as he stomped through the woods. Eyes roaming through the trees looking for someone.
Louis Durand was the eldest son and crown prince of Ulstead, one of the longest-standing royal families of Twisted Wonderland. Honey-blonde hair and aurora-colored eyes showing his heritage of the Knight of Dawn. His light-plated iron clinked, gold and iron mix giving off a pale sunshine hue, added protection from his basic princely attire. Long hair braided back and pinned with his family’s crest acting as a crown.
Soon he finds someone, his eyes widening before a smile breaks out on his face. He picks up his pace seeing the figure under the tree slowly open his eyes. Silver hair and dressed in a black and green military uniform, Louis couldn’t keep his voice quiet as he ran closer, " Beau!"
Matching aurora eyes snap open at the name. Silver sighs under his breath, not sure if staying asleep would be better or worse in this situation. Instead, he stood up, waiting for the prince to reach him and for the common argument to start.
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Malleus walked with Yuu, smiling at the pout on the human's face, "Why are you so upset, my dear? It's a lovely day and I have you all to myself. Why the long face?" In hand was his spinning wheel wand. He didn’t have his pen in such form normally, But while in his dorm uniform, the staff was perfect for the overall look. Plus, it felt good to wear such regal wear with his child of man in their own new dorm uniform of Ramshackle.
Lilia himself was delighted seeing the outfit, saying Yuu looked like a troublesome fairy he had a run-in with long ago. A light tealish green button-up shirt with bluebell-shaped sleeves. A darker grey-teal vest over the shirt, a series of leather belts wrapped around their waist to hold an assortment of things, one of which being a bag of marbles. (For purposes Yuu told the others.) The vest had multiple tail ends, layering into a rough jagged line like the edge of a leaf. Leggings patterned with asymmetrical lines to mirror shattered glass. The look was pulled together with a pair of leather pirate-style boots that folded over their knees and a worn-looking navy captain’s hat, refurbished lightly to match the color of their dorm better.
Malleus himself could see what Lilia meant when Yuu wore their new uniform. Though it was a collaborative design by Divus and Yuu, the final result came out very close to the common fashion of Briar Valley. And with their temper and short stature (Compared to him), Yuu truly reminded him of the trickster fairies of the woods. Oh, the times Malleus had to keep Silver from being led astray by little wings of glitter. At the very least, Yuu gave kisses instead of deceiving the innocent…Well, Yuu does the same but it was normally unlethal. Now looking down at his lover, he smiles, tilting his head at the pouting human. He wonders if he could get away with calling them a pixie. He chuckles, raising an arm to place around their shoulders, “Come, let me hold you.”
Yuu huffs, leaning away from Malleus' arm as he tries to bring them closer. They glare at the tall fae, crossing their arms across their chest, "You know very well I wanted to meet your grandma. And you have the gall to stand there, looking cute, and call me over here after you already sent her home!"
The laugh Malleus let out was loud like thunder, it would almost be threatening if not for the warmth in his smile. He leans down, forehead resting on Yuu's as he looked into their eyes, "Are you truly upset you couldn't meet my grandmother? Or are you upset you haven't been able to embarrass me in front of my maternal figure like you've done your other lovers?"
They scoff, turning around to walk away from Malleus, but didn't try to move when he wrapped his arm around them. Yuu rested against his chest, sighing forlornly as they placed their hand over their forehead, "All I ask is to look into your grandmother and have her look back at me…"
"..." Malleus laughs, standing up and moving Yuu to face him directly, "You know, I may consider introducing you to my grandmother more if you stopped insinuating she is the void."
"Have you ever seen your grandmother and the void in the same room? I haven't." They laugh at Malleus' smile, pulling him down and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Giving him another seeing how the fae beamed under the physical affection.
Their sweet moment was interrupted by shouting, the sound of it getting closer and closer. Sharing a look, Malleus stands back to full height, a hand placed on the middle of Yuu’s back, the two of them walking toward the sounds of arguing.
"-before someone sees us, we should go!"
"Louis, please just go. I'm not having this argument with you again…"
Yuu blinks at the unknown boy trying to pull Silver through the woods, the gray-haired boy digging his heels into the dirt. Silver looked more annoyed than distressed at the manhandling, but, Yuu still pulled her golf club from the back holster Crewel had designed for them, "Hey! The fuck’s going on here?"
Her shout was enough for the both of them to look over in surprise, giving Silver the chance to finally slip out of the mystery boy's hold. The 2nd year was quick to join them, standing just slightly behind Malleus on his side in his normal position as a retainer. For whatever reason it made the boy glare, frowning fiercely at Malleus.
"Still insulting the Ulstead crown with your display, I see. He should be in jewels and celebrated! Not set to the side to be forgotten and overlooked by your people!"
Malleus' mirthful attitude was gone, a bored look on his face as he looked down his nose at the armor-clad boy.
Seeing Malleus wasn’t going to grace the stranger with an answer, Yuu spoke up. Their golf club swinging lazily to tap against their calf, "While I agree Silver is a national treasure, you can't just be grabbing and dragging people around like they owe you money."
The stranger opens his mouth, poised to start yelling at them too before he freezes. Looking at them, his eyes widen in shock, "You're human?"
"Good eyes, now explain yourself-"
"Fair maiden you must come with me at once! This land of fae and fowl isn't safe nor suitable for humans!" He reached out, moving to grab onto Yuu's wrist only to be forced back by a crackle of green lightning. 
Yuu was just as surprised, blinking when Silver pulled them farther behind Malleus and missing the prominent anger in the fae's eyes as dark clouds began to gather above them.
Malleus’s eyes seemed to glow the darker the area became, his face a deadly edge of sober as he tilted his head slightly, "You dare try to abscond with my treasures? I would think your family knows a dragon does not give from their hoard so lightly…"
The stranger matched Malleus' expression, taking a step forward before he was interrupted by Silver sighing.
"Louis. Please. Just go home. I've long made my choice and I would like it if you and your family to respect it."
“They’re our family!” Louis' face crumbles, a hand reaching out in a pleading motion toward Silver, " Beau, please just come home with me. We can talk this out with the family and see if you've been cursed like father thinks. If all is well we can go from there."
Yuu casts a confused look toward Silver, raising an eyebrow, "Beau?"
Silver shakes his head, not wanting to explain, missing Malleus locking eyes with Louis. A smug smirk grew on the fae’s face before he spoke.
" I would like it if you left my brother be. He doesn't wish to speak to you."
"He is not your brother you accursed, bastard!"
"Now, now. There's no need for all of this yelling…"
Lilia dropped down from above a few paces away. Instead of his normal dorm uniform, he wore a tight thorn pattern long-sleeve top, the high neckline hidden by a false collar and a bright green tie with a complex-looking knot. Long pants tucked into knee-length lace-up boots. His oversized jacket was replaced with an open-back vest in the dorm colors, long coattails trailing behind him. The look pulled together with his normal dorm accessories, the vest showing off the spiked spine brace the Diasomnia students regularly wear.
His youthful face was strangely in a neutral expression. He looks to Louis, not even flinching at the glare. Turning to him fully, Lilia gives a polite smile, trying to calm the enraged boy, "Prince Louis. I understand the campus is open to all visitors. But, you are aware Silver doesn't wish to speak to you or the other Ulstead royals unless it is at the yearly treaty festival or you’ve called ahead of time."
Louis stomps forward, getting directly in Lilia's face to snarl, "His name is Beau, you thief!"
"Enough!" Silver steps forward, standing beside Lilia and only stopping at the hand gripping his arm, keeping him closer to Lilia, "I will not let you talk to my father like this."
"He isn't your father!" Louis looks to Silver, eyes pleading, "Beau, no matter what they've told you, they're lying to you. They aren't your true family and all we want is for you to come home to us…"
Silver’s face clenches, almost winning in the fight to not grimace. His fists ball up at his sides, turning his head away from Louis as he muttered, “Who I care for isn’t your choice to make…”
Lilia glances at Silver from the corner of his eye. Seeing Silver's anger, he opened his mouth to calm his son, only to have Louis speak before him.
"He won't love you like a real father would. You know that. You'll be dead and gone long before he even has time to care about you."
That was enough to make Silver crumble, the 2nd year hunching into himself hoping to hide away from the other's hurtful words.
The sound of thunder and lightning was deafening. The dark clouds overhead that had eclipsed the sun were almost meaningless as a single bolt of lightning illuminated the grounds, striking dangerously close to the group. Both of which were ignored by Lilia, scooping Silver into his arms. 
Placing the taller boy onto his hip and supporting his legs while glaring at the human prince, "If you'll excuse us, my son seems to be under the weather. I'm going to get him inside to rest."
Lilia doesn't look back, walking away like Silver weighed less than nothing in his hold. Even with his confused expression, Silver soon relaxed, properly latching onto his father and resting his head against the top of Lilia's hair.
Yuu looks over to Louis, frowning at the other human's intense glare at the retreating figures, "You know, as a fellow human? That was extremely fucked up, you know that, right? Like severely fucked."
"I quite agree with my child of man." Malleus' face was stone cold, his tinted lips curling over a fang as he snarled, "It was fucked."
“What’s fucked,” Louis somehow made the vitriol in his voice even harsher, eyes glaring into Malleus’ cold green iris, “Is stealing a prince and making him a guard to the enemy of his nation.”
Malleus leans in, a small smile showing his fangs as he spoke in a soft mocking tone, “He wasn’t stolen by fae hands. Nor are we enemies, the treaty was signed nearly 20 years ago Prince Durand.” His smile drops, voice almost a growl, “You’d do well to remember that.”
Louis’ hand reached toward his sword, managing to draw it out only a few inches before a force slammed into the hilt of the blade, forcing it back into the sheath. The head of a golf club resting on top of the rounded metal of the weapon, Yuu’s dark eyes glaring into his own morning dews, the silent promise clear in their actions. He huffed, his glare only barely softening as he addressed Yuu, “Stand down, maiden. I don’t know why you’ve allied yourself with this fae, but he is not to be trusted.”
“With all disrespect? What I do with the future father of my child is none of your business.”
Malleus’ magic forms around Yuu faster than she could swing and faster than Louis could grab her. The green aura glittered around her, lifting Yuu into the air and away from the human’s out-reaching hand. Louis glared at the prince, his hand clenching into the open air.
Louis closes his eyes, trying to calm his breathing before looking up at Yuu, “You…Miss, you can’t be serious! The Draconia family is founded on the wicked deeds of the Thorn Fairy herself! To be a human and want to continue that line-”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Yuu was now lounging in the air, golf club resting over their crossed legs, “I’m going to do my best to be…polite with my reasonings. I don’t care, I just don’t care. I like Malleus, so I find no issue in doing him this kindness as his close platonic-romantic friend-soulmate. The choices I made to carry the potential apocalypse baby are just that. My choices. Just like Silver apparently chose to be Silver instead of Beau. Learn to live with it. Cope, seethe even. But don’t make it our problem when clearly you’re the only one bothered.”
The expression on Louis’ face was odd. A strange mixture of anger yet heartbreak, the type of look that spoke of internal struggle. Yuu almost had enough time to feel bad, opening their mouth to give some kind of comfort, before the human royal’s face steels.
Louis stepped back, rolling his shoulders into the proper position and looking into Malleus’ eyes with a neutral expression, “Apologies for my outburst Prince Draconia. I will take what you said into consideration. Good day to you and your…” His face fights against the sneer he wants to pull, “Consort…Good day.” With that, he spins in his iron-plated heel, stomping his way back toward the dorm’s mirror.
“...” Yuu turns to Malleus, still floating in the air, “Put me down.” Malleus raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t take his eyes off of Louis until he was well in the distance, “Why…?” “I’m gonna beat his ass.”
A smile breaks across his face, looking out from the corner of his eye to see the glare on the prefect. Yuu never failed to entertain, always having a gesture or words that would pull him from sour moods and episodes of sorrow. Be it a physical reminder of their friendship or a verbal assurance of their shared devotions, Yuu always made him smile, even when he didn’t want to.
Malleus shakes his head,  “No. You have no need to engage in combat with the likes of him. You are my consort after all.” He starts to walk toward the dorm, keeping Yuu suspended in the air with his magic. In their current mood, they were more likely to ignore his words and chase the prince down than listen. His thoughts reminded him of Silver and Lilia’s emotional states, the urge to check on them growing once Louis’ presence was fully gone.
“Oh, is that gonna be your new favorite word? Because you’re gonna make Jamil and Azul jealous. They can only call me ‘girlfriend’ for now.”
“I suppose they can cope then. Seethe even.”
“Stop stealing my words! You make it sound so much fancier when you say it.”
Malleus chuckles, bringing Yuu closer to place another kiss against their cheek, “Cope.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Diasomnia’s dorm was massive, scary, and regal. It was also peacefully quiet when Malleus and Yuu walked inside. The families that were chatting away in the common area had all vacated, leaving the room bare except for Sebek, Lilia, and Silver. The pearly-haired human was sleeping, head resting on Lilia’s lap while the short fae caressed his hair.
Walking to the couch, Yuu sat beside Lilia, Malleus taking the armchair that Sebek instantly jumped up to stand beside.
"So I have to ask, why the outfit change?"
Giggling, Lilia turned to look at Yuu, a sneaky smile on his face, "While I normally, as you say 'serve cunt', I decided to change into something semi-respectable since I knew visitors of the valley were coming." He gestures mildly to his new outfit, "As such I picked something that echoes my old war armor."
“Well you failed, you’re still serving cunt, good sir. But next question…Who was his royal dick?” Yuu asks, their voice hushed even though they knew Silver wasn’t going to wake up with anything less than Sebek screaming in his face.
Lilia sighs, “Prince Louis Durand. Crown prince of Ulstead and…” He sighs again, the force of it almost fully deflating him, “And Silver’s twin.”
“He has one of those?”
Sebek scoffs, rolling his eyes but refusing to say anything. He grew up dealing with the human prince’s numerous visits. Louis would do everything he could to exclude Sebek, but Silver was just as vigilant in making sure he was involved. Once, Silver held onto Sebek’s hand and refused to let go for the whole visit. It took both Baul and Lilia to pull them apart once Louis had left, Silver claiming he couldn’t unclench his hand.
“Yes…It’s a long story, but by fae laws Silver is mine and his blood family isn’t too happy about it.”
Yuu tilted their head, “I wouldn’t be either, this is extremely suspicious. Lilia, you said you found Silver on the ground.”
“I-” Lilia realizes what Yuu was insinuating, snapping his face up to pout at the prefect, “I did.”
“Lilia, how do you find a baby prince on a random forest floor?”
The pink-haired fae huffs, arms wrapping tighter around Silver’s sleeping form, “Well, I did! Believe me or not, I found him fair and square. He even picked me over them so they have no right to complain…”
Yuu smiled, always loving to pick at Lilia when the older fae would get annoyed with her, “Your story is falling apart. Did the baby pick you or did you find him, Lilia? What is it you want me to believe?”
Lilia was fast, a hand reaching out and pinching Yuu’s ear to tug on it. He hisses out a shush while she squirms in his hold, “Hush, let me tell you what happened…”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Silver was led to the palace throne room, his small hand gripping onto Sir Baul's as the old fae stared ahead. He was stern as usual when he came to collect him, but the look he had when he called Silver made his stomach twist. Sebek had gone quiet again, only waving goodbye as Baul led him from the room. He didn't know what was happening as the double doors of the throne room opened. On one side of the room stood his father and on the other side stood a group of strangers wearing the same colors as the people who stormed their home. 
Days ago, he and his father had to flee to the palace when a group of human knights broke down their door in the middle of the night. Silver had never felt such terror, watching his father fight off a squad of intruders before scooping him into his arms. He had jumped from the bedroom window, Silver only in his pajamas and Lilia still smelling of burning flesh from iron as he sprinted into the woods.
They reached the palace, a number of fae knights riding into the woods at his father's report. He wasn't proud of it, but he cried when he had to leave his father's arms. The short fae smiled and teased him, saying he was only getting bandaged and to not be so silly. He was sulking about later in his brother's  Malleus’ arms. He was six years old, he shouldn't be crying as such anymore.
Over the next few days, Silver was with Malleus for most of the day. Sebek joined them and was oddly soft-spoken, the younger boy looking at him pained and heartbroken but wouldn't tell him why. He would hear voices echoing in shouts in the halls, unknown knights staring at him. Their eyes made him nervous before Malleus whisked him away. But now, in the throne room, Malleus was standing beside the queen, looking upset and refusing to meet his eyes. Even father wouldn’t look at him, only the glamourously dressed family standing on the other side of the room would look toward him.
Her Majesty spoke, her voice an odd mix of cold yet cordial, “Silver-”
The unknown woman, who Silver now realized also had a crown in her braided warm brown hair, snapped. Her soft smile turned into a vicious frown as she rounded to the Queen, “His name is Beau.”
Her Majesty simply sighed, just barely keeping from rolling her eyes, a hand held up to calm the guards and Malleus, “Child. You are being offered a choice on this day. It is your choice alone if you return home with either Lilia Vanrouge or the royal family of Ulstead, the Durands. Make your decision judicially, you will not gain another.”
Silver looked over to the strangers. Whatever anger the woman had felt was gone, leaving behind a kind person who reached out to him before pulling her hand back to her chest. Looking at them closely, he fully saw just how lavish their clothing was, soft and bright colors unfound in the valley since so many made their living working with nature or potions (It’d get dirty so quickly). Delicate light fabrics with sewn-in gems and woven gold threads. They looked at him with such hope. Around them, guards of that knight stood showing chests of gold shiny board swords and armor. A boy who looked so similar yet different from him smiled, a stuffed bear held tightly in his arms.
He waved, bowing his head in a show of respect for the visiting royalty, but the beaming grins they gave back to him didn’t ease the discomfort he felt. He was sure the woman was one second away from rushing over to him and taking him in her arms, never to be seen again.
To the other side was his father. Standing silently and still, so unlike himself it made Silver more uncomfortable than the overly friendly strangers. Father stood in just the cloak he had on when they absconded to the palace, the black cloth hiding his body and long hair tied into a low ponytail. He wouldn’t look at him, he wasn’t even smiling. Silver had never seen his father so…impartial. It was frightening, but it only cemented the fact Lilia was his father.
Looking the fae over, Silver’s mind brought to light just how much he knew about his father. He knew the exact cloak he had managed to grab. A flash of yellowish-green peaking from the hood. The fruits of his and Sebek’s sewing lesson from weeks ago. Silver knew in that hood was a crudely stitched-in bat (From when he was in the war his father told him, to keep others from stealing his cloak), a simple bright green oval, a chartreuse blob to mimic a crocodile, and a simple ivory-colored smaller bat. Father always stated it was his lucky cloak. 
Though he tried to hide it, Silver knew his father’s hair was streaked with blocks of white strands. They were debating on which color he was going to dye it next. Silver was so close to convincing him to try orange, he knew it’d look ridiculous, but his father would do it if he could persuade him properly.
And the final secret Silver could easily see was how his father fidgeted with the bracelet he had gifted him. It was something of a nervous tick, the fae would at times look into the distance and simply tape his sharp nails against the seeds. Sometimes Silver worried he would break the charm one day, only to watch the same worry overtake his father would he seemingly tapped too hard.
He wasn’t sure of the severity of this decision, but he had his options and his choice was clear.
Silver squared his shoulders, keeping his eyes trained on his father as he walked towards him. His stride only stops when the woman gives a heartbroken cry of ‘Beau’. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the strange family crumbled, tears gathering in their eyes. The woman all but falls to the floor, being held up by her husband who looks at him in disapproval. The boy’s expression hurts, it’s pleading, heartbroken. Silver strangely felt for him the most, but he couldn’t leave his father to his lonesome.
Before long Silver was standing right in front of Lilia, bright aurora-colored eyes trying to catch glittering magenta ones. Lilia laughs, short and almost damp. He finally looks at Silver, expression pained as he fights back his tears, “You wish to go with me?”
Silver nods, not a moment of hesitation, “I’m ready to go home now father.”
Lilia doesn’t hesitate either. Scooping Silver into his arms, tucking his son’s face into his neck and walking from the chamber at a quick pace. Silver hears chaos engulf the room, the woman from before starting to scream in anger and Her Majesty raising her voice to demand she calms herself. Silver looks up from his father’s collar, catching hauntingly similar aurora eyes before the doors close behind them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Of course the Durands never let it rest. Maleficia was honest with them…” Lilia sighed, looking down at a sleeping Silver, “Silver doesn’t count as ‘Stolen by Fae’. As such there was no trade, so no proper test could be given and Silver was left to pick where he went.”
“Did they not…think he would pick you? I mean you were his dad for his whole life…”
Malleus sighed from his chair, eyes gazing into the green fireplace, he hint of annoyance curling his lip, “My grandmother warned them of that likelihood. But they were insistent on Silver knowing he’d want to be with ‘his blood’...” Malleus wouldn’t speak of the shouting match that broke out when Lilia fled the room with Silver. But, he was just as smug when his grandmother smiled and explained to the wailing queen that Silver had made his choice.
“The silly boy really just walked up to me with no doubt in his heart. But, from there, the Durand family was calling at our home near weekly.” Lilia sighs, remembering the string of panic attacks he’d gain waking up to iron-clad knights banging on his cottage's front door. The number of letters he’d start to just burn in the fireplace, each one detailing and painting him as a wicked being for stealing a vulnerable infant from his loving home.
Yuu scoffed, leaning back into the couch, “What? So they just show up every few days to bother you guys and shout that you’re not a real family?”
“Not nearly as much as before. But basically.” Sebek sighed, shaking his head in mild irritation, “The king and queen have stopped coming so often, only at the yearly Peace Treaty celebration held at our borders.”
“They stopped visiting around Silver’s 10th birthday…Louis still spends his summers camped out in the woods with his posse.” Malleus pouts, the windows darkening as his mood briefly soured, muttering under his breath, “They keep sending him gifts heavy in iron though…”
Lilia caresses Silver’s head, smiling at his serene face, “Louis always tried so hard to be by Silver the first few visits. He was more docile when beside him, but when anyone tried to detach them, he’d throw such tantrums.”
Malleus looked to Lilia, eyes lidded in annoyance, “Tanturms. Lilia, he stabbed you when you tried to wipe Silver’s face.”
Lilia waves Malleus’s words off, ignoring Yuu’s surprised laughter, “It didn’t even draw blood. Barely counts as a stab.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Lilia would never lie, but he never told the whole truth either. He never told Maleficia the truth the night he brought a human baby for her blessing and he thinks he never will. He didn’t lie, he never stole Silver. But, he never told anyone the whole story.
He met the Knight of Dawn the night Maleaonor died, the knight had saved both his and Malleus’ lives. They barely spoke, eyes meeting before the knight turned around. He told him and Baul to run, that he’d deal with whoever entered the tunnel after them.
It’s embarrassing, Lilia thinks to himself sometimes. The fact that simple action was enough to make his heart flutter, in the moment he attributed it to his adrenaline. But he still blushed and whispered under his breath a basic blessing as a thank you.
Lilia thinks he’s cursed to take care of the children of those he loves. He cared about Maleficia for taking him in and then he became Maleanor’s keeper. He loved Maleanor and Revan, Malleus was more his mother’s son than his father’s he’s realizing. And only once his heart fluttered and now he’s staring down at a sobbing infant.
He wasn’t sure why he walked to this old place, taken over by the people who killed his friend and orphaned his charge. But a part of him was happy he did. Two children in a basic bassinet, one sleeping peacefully while the other wailed. How his sibling didn’t wake up worried Lilia, but he decided to tend to the screaming one first.
One blessing later, the baby’s golden hair turned Silver. At least whoever took care of them would be able to tell them apart now. Soon he pulled away from the bassinet, leaving the awake infant to start crying again. It pained him to leave the poor dears, but they were human and he was a fae. He couldn’t look after them properly. So he’d drop a hint to the Human kingdom, something about hearing the sounds of a crying baby in the abandoned ‘First Castle’.
It was easy to connect the dots when the neighboring kingdom spoke of the joyous event of the queen birthing two twin boys. Lilia was fine with that, those boys deserved a happy home full of love and care. One he could not give, not since his own efforts took so long to even hatch Malleus. A human child can’t live as long as it takes for him to muster enough love for a child to be raised on.
But only a week later, walking through the woods in his late-night musings, he hears a familiar cry. In the silver band of moonlight, he finds that same infant crying nestled in the roots of a dying tree. The basic nightgown was gone, the baby simply wrapped in a blanket, though surprisingly a thin gold chain with a familiar golden ring. Lilia so badly wanted to turn and walk away, maybe leave another tip to the humans they seemed to be missing a whole baby.
Instead, the infant cried, tiny pudgy hands reaching out to him for comfort. He really had gotten weak in his old age. Sweeping the baby into his arms he hummed the lullaby he’s been singing for centuries. And as the baby slept in his arms he smiled, walking back to his cottage, “Guess I will be taking care of you after all, aren’t I little one?”
Lilia didn’t take this child. He never even lifted him from that bassinet when he found both of them. This wasn’t kidnapping nor an act of theft. He was simply taking in a child he found in the woods and that’s all anyone had to know.
“Hmm…You need a name…Silver, Like a moonbeam in the dark…” He laughed, pressing a kiss to the soft strands, “And for your hair!”
Lilia wouldn’t tell the whole story, but he didn’t lie. He found Silver in the forest and he was his son.
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house of arthena — masterlist, introductory, and rules
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INTRODUCTORY —
writer: athen/ayen | 20 | he/him | sapphic | INFP-T
occupation: freelance artist, college student, writer
birthday: 10/04/2003
nationality: 🇵🇭
kins (can be best compared to irl): mizu, caelus, ominis, ren amamiya, sun jing (physical wise), geto suguru
interests:
media — blue-eyed samurai, jujutsu kaisen, shingeki no kyojin, chainsaw man, detroit become human, red dead redemption, hogwarts legacy, persona 5 royal, valorant, honkai star rail, genshin impact
artists — nct (all units but prefers dream), riize, lesserafim, newjeans, bada lee, lee youngji, laufey, kiss of life, exo
will write for the following — mizu, gojo satoru, geto suguru, ieri shoko, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, zenin maki, okkotsu yuuta, eren jaeger, pieck finger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, annie leonhart, makima, quanxi, power, aki hayakawa, denji, connor (all rk series), john marston, arthur morgan, sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, imelda reyes, ren amamiya, akechi goro, jett, cypher, sage, reyna, neon, fade, iso, gekko, chamber, yoru, sova, jingyuan, danheng, blade, kafka, seele, albedo, xiao, kaeya, raiden ei, yae miko, alhaitham, childe, knave, nct dream, bada lee, hong seunghan, park wonbin, lee sohee, huh yunjin, kim chaewon, byun baekhyun, do kyungsoo
read more to check rules and list of works!
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rules (for requesting)
— writer has the right to refuse request
— writer is a full-time college student and a part-time freelance artist doing commissions, there is no set time that he will upload and post said requests
— only refer to the list above when requesting (if your character despite in the same media listed above is not included, you may dm the writer if he is willing to write the request or simply state it in the request ask linked on his bio)
— writer prefers writing in gender-neutral terms or she/her pronouns, he will use this unless stated otherwise so make sure to include it in your requests
— nsfw is okay but always keep in mind rule 1
— writer appreciates reactions such as comments or reposts with messages a lot! <3 it just makes writing fun and enjoyable to know that his readers are enjoying his works :)
— writer will only do oneshots or 2-3 chapter works, (oneshots with multiple parts under the same theme eg. modern!au mizu or nocturne(interlude)!mizu are counted as oneshots under the same theme. they can be read as solo or just under the same category) longer chapter series will be done through commissions.
— if reader wishes to commission, refer to pinned.
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LIST OF WORKS —
Blue-Eyed Samurai
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nocturne (interlude) (p1)
my love mine all mine (p2)
blurred lines (roommate!mizu)
mizu as your roommate (pre-blurred lines)
creative team lead!mizu x concept artist!reader
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Jujutsu Kaisen
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GOJO SATORU
can't think right, too tongue tied, it must be love
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Hogwarts Legacy
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Masterlist here
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Honkai Star Rail
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KAFKA
Feelings with Kafka 18+
DAN HENG
Perception
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ART
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mizu x oc! blurred lines
nier x sebastian hogwarts legacy
seb x mc commission
nier and nora (ocs hl)
stelle x asta
ominis x mc x seb
tbotb concept art hl series
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If you have any concerns or questions you'd like to ask, click the question mark emoji on my blog bio! or if you want to support me as an artist hehe listed below is my kofi. tysm!
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How Traditional Publishing Works for Novel-Length Manuscripts
Your future as a writer may seem murky at best. It's difficult to dream beyond your latest notebook or Google Doc if you don't know how publishing works.
Today we're going to talk a bit about that! This post will be for publishing longer manuscripts. Eventually, I'll make another one for publishing short stories.
Step 1: Finish That Manuscript
You may have heard that you can start contacting literary agents or publishers after you have a decent chunk of your manuscript done. While there are a few here and there that could be fine with that, it's best to always finish your manuscript before querying begins.
How do you know when it's finished? I'll write more on that later, but for now here's a basic checklist:
Edit your story for flow, character development and pacing. This may involve storyboarding again or even talking through your book with a friend.
Edit your work for line-edits (spelling, punctuation, etc.)
Give your work to a beta reader! That could be your partner, best friend, family member, etc. They'll have a fresh pair of eyes for things like plot holes, confusing arcs, unfinished story lines, and tension that never resolves.
Double check that your themes get resolved.
Step 2: Draft Your Query Letter
I already made a post showing how to draft a query letter and the answers to common query questions, but here's a summary: you need a good query letter for your finished manuscript. They're the first impression an agent gets of you and your work.
Query letters always include:
An introduction to your work (the title, the genre, the word count, a one-sentence summary)
An explanation of the plot (don't hold back—it should include your beginning, middle, and end, plus any tropes and themes)
Comparative titles (novels in the same genre as your work that were published in the last ~2 years or less)
The reason why you wrote your novel (what makes you the best person to write about that theme/plot/character growth, etc)
Step 3: Find Your Agents
There are a few ways to find agents and you can try different methods throughout your querying journey.
Use QueryTracker to find agents by genre, availability, location, etc. Then track your queries with the same website to find out who's read your work, who's rejected it and who wants to get in touch. (The free version does most of this, but there's a paid version for people who want to hardcore dedicate themselves to querying).
Check out those comparative titles—authors almost always thank their agents in the Acknowledgements section. Start a running list and note their publishers.
Search Twitter for agents who are open to queries. It may seem strange, but most agents have Twitter accounts and announce when they're open or closed to queries. You can always follow them on your personal or writing account, but you can also search for them by looking up hashtags like “open for queries" and “submissions are open.” If you want more details, check out this great resource for more hashtags and strategies. Note—you should never direct message an agent on Twitter. Always contact them through their preferred methods, usually located in their bio or pinned tweet (if they’re open to queries).
Step 4: Sign With an Agent
This step can take weeks, months, or years. Every writer’s querying journey is different. Sometimes the market isn’t right for a specific genre or storyline. Other times, you may need time to revise and polish your manuscript or shelve it entirely for a more developed idea.
Searching “amquerying” on Twitter is a great way to read other writers’ experiences. You’re not alone if you’re frustrated, exhausted, tired, or just plain sad. It’s hard to get rejections and try again when you’re likely the only person who currently believes in your specific manuscript.
Agents have to pick projects based on what they want to represent, but also what they can sell. If your story is too new or different, they may pass until it’s more culturally relevant or more popular with readers.
When an interested agent offers representation (likely after requesting a full manuscript), ask plenty of questions to get to know them. You don’t have to accept the first agent who comes along. They should align with your vision for your book and who you want to reach with it.
When you do sign with an agent, celebrate! It’s a big step that you should recognize! Lots of hard work and dedication went into getting an agent, and it’s only the start of your publishing journey.
Step 5: Look Forward to Your Book Deal
Your agent has a few roles. They’re supposed to look out for your best interests with publishers and all the legal aspects that come along with book deals.
But first, they have to land a deal. That means they write pitch letters or decks and send them to publishers they think will be the best fit for your manuscript. Letters are more common, but pitch decks are more necessary for writers of children’s books and graphic novels who have pictures integrated into their work.
This process can take a while. Don’t expect to sign a book deal overnight or even in the first month. As long as your agent keeps up communication with you about the process, you’ll know you’re in good hands.
Things That Will Be in Your Book Deal
Your Contract
Contracts include all the information related to your deal. Your agent will use it to potentially negotiate for more money, better control over your film rights or foreign publication rights, and basically all the little details that go along with those things.
Your Advance
When writer’s sign a book deal, the get a check. That check is called your advance. The advance is a sum of money that the publishing house or imprint gives you for the right to publish that book. It could vary from $1,000 to six figures, but new authors (and especially women and people of color) typically get around $5,000 for their first book.
Smaller amounts will arrive in a single check. Larger amounts are split into multiple checks spanning the time from your signing date to publication.
Your Royalties
Every time your book sells a copy, you’ll earn royalties on that sale. However, writers don’t see royalty earnings until those royalties out-earn their advance.
If you got the average $5k advance, you’ll have to sell enough books to earn $5k in royalties before you see routine checks in the mail for royalties after that point. Your agent will negotiate your royalty percentage during…well, negotiations.
Step 6: Figure Out the Pre-Production Details
You’ve signed your book deal—throw a party! Then it’s time to get to work.
Your agent will connect you with an editor, who then sends you an editorial letter after reading your manuscript. It will contain everything they think could improve plus their marked-up copy. You’ll dive into structural changes if necessary, but mostly line edits. 
You don’t have to agree with everything your editor suggests. It’s still your book. However, they know the industry the best and will want your work to succeed as much as you do. Talk things out and come to a compromise, but stay true to your book’s intended purpose throughout editing.
Your publisher’s legal team will go over your edited copy when it’s close to perfect to ensure there are no issues. They typically find things like the use of song lyrics that you haven’t bought the rights to and mentions of real persons or brands that may result in lawsuits.
Next, your design team will work with you on potential cover designs. interior layouts, jacket versus hardcover designs and blurb placement. They have most of the say over your final cover, but your agent can go to bat for you if you think the options are truly ugly.
Next, you’ll come up with a marketing plan. Imprints and publishing houses typically have marketing teams and publicity experts that work with authors. You’ll talk about which stores will sell your book and which websites will get ads based on your target reader audience’s known shopping habits/website preferences. Ads on social media and your involvement with posting about your book will also come up.
Proofreaders and beta readers are also part of this stage. They’re the fresh sets of eyes every writer needs to know if their readers will understand how they wrapped up their themes, character development paths and plot. They’ll point out when things don’t make sense, need more expansion or could be cut as they read through your Advanced Readers Copies (ARCs).
Step 7: Marketing and Blurbs
A bit more about the marketing stage—your agent has a hand in this too. Based on their previous or current authors, they may have personal connections with influencers and big names in the book world. They’ll send those people ARCs and ask those people for blurbs if they think those famous people have audiences who would be interested in your manuscript.
You can also talk with your agent about getting blurbs from similar debut authors in your genre or only authors from marginalized communities, depending on your priorities. The only time they might say no to this idea would be if your preferred people hardly have audiences or if their audiences have shown interest (via book sales) in other genres.
Your team will decide other things like:
Who gets your ARCs
If you’ll send some ARCs through contests
Which retail stores will stock your book
If you’ll pitch your book to get sponsored by big book clubs
If you’ll pitch for your book to be included in book subscription services
Where you’ll post digital ads and for how long
 How you’ll create marketing campaigns with sites like Goodreads and other book sites popular with readers
Most writers also have to market their book on their personal Facebook, Instagram, and/or Twitter accounts. You’ll likely only get out of this step if you’re already an established author who can sell books without blinking (think: James Patterson or Nora Roberts).
If you need help putting together a posting plan, your marketing team and agent can help with that. Most publishers request that their writers’ develop online followings because it creates personal, instant connections with readers/allows for free advertising via posts/generates direct feedback.
Step 8: Negotiate Your Media Rights
Most writers negotiate their media rights after landing a publishing deal. The publisher needs to know that your work has a chance of being picked up as a movie or TV show. Debut authors have a lot to prove, unless you’re one of the rare writers who snags a movie deal alongside a mega-advance because your work is once in a generation.
Your agent will negotiate this for you and possibly let you keep your media rights. If you keep them, you can sell them separately later on. When you or your publisher is ready to sell, production company scouts will see the announcement on book deal websites. They may contact your agent to negotiate with you before you start selling copies, but it may happen after your book has shown promise on the market for a while too.
Step 9: Sign Copies of Your Books
About a month before readers can buy your books, you’ll get copies to sign! Prepare your hand and wrist, because this step surprises most writers. If you have more than a handful of books to sign, you’ll need to pace yourself.
Still, this is an exciting step in your publishing journey. Take lots of selfies and enjoy the moment!
Potential Step 10: Start Your Book Tour
Big names in the book world get book tours set up by their publishers. Debut authors often don’t. If you want to do a book tour, talk with your agent early in the process. They can work with your publicist to schedule a few speaking engagements, but you’d mostly be in charge of contacting bookstores to reserve an hour or two for signing books and meeting with readers.
If your publisher does want you to do a book tour, regardless of whether you’ve been published or not, they might pay for your transportation and accommodations. It depends on your unique situation. 
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This is a very brief, not super specific outline of traditional publishing. I hope it gives you some perspective on the process. After landing a book deal, it can be a year or more before your debut day arrives. There’s so much happening behind the scenes—but now you know a bit more about it.
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Kaelestis Doodles!!!
My OC Kaelestis Blerster, son and only child of Karias Blerster. His other parent is Rael Kertia (soul fragment donor). For more info on his bio check out my pinned post!
1. Doodle dump of changes in Kaelestis’ appearance as he grows up. As a small child his hair was basically kind of like Rael’s, except even messier. Karias didn’t really do anything about his son’s hair because he thought his fluffy baby was cute that way haha. And it’s true! Though as soon as Kaelestis became aware of his own appearance he started taking care of it by combing it to the sides of his head. In general kiddie Kaelestis had a round face and this feature stays with him well into adulthood. Karias’ features kick in fairly late, when Kaelestis is much, much older. Far future Kaelestis still has that same frowny expression though. He reminds people of his uncle Razark and paternal grandfather Krasis. Kaelestis isn’t trying to frown but that’s just what his face looks like when relaxed. Dammit, he’s trying his hardest, but people just keep asking him what’s wrong. Nothing really, he’s quite content actually. Orrr maybe he could be concerned about something, who knows. Hopefully he’s not worrying about Karias doing something over the top for the nth time.
2. Karias with his tiny son! While there are some… perhaps problematic things in their father-son relationship, Kaelestis’ early childhood was a very good one and arguably the best time he’s shared with his father. Which leads to the thing I want to discuss next, and that is what’s exactly going on between the two of them, and the details of what their dynamic is like.
In general, Karias and Kaelestis have a pretty decent father-son relationship. If you asked, everyone would basically tell you that oh, they have a great relationship. And that is a correct observation, because it is true. For the most part, at least. There’s nothing abnormal or strange, and they don’t have conflicts with each other. There are even affectionate moments here and there too, though there’s more to it than what people generally see.
Remember when I said that Kaelestis is more like a parent to Karias than the other way around like it’s supposed to be? That’s actually a very long story, and it goes all the way back to Kaelestis’ early childhood, to when he was a toddler, so roughly a 20 year old ish. You see, Kaelestis was a very, very well-behaved child. So well-behaved, it’s actually quite unbelievable when you think about it in hindsight. Even the other now elegant and sophisticated nextgen nobles had to be disciplined and educated to some extent to correct rowdy, weird, and sometimes unacceptable behavior. Which was basically all of them, even the super nice ones like Asa, Alethea, and Cordelia. Except for Kaelestis. He was the only exception. People were actually kind of envious of Karias, and to them he very much won the lottery with his kid. Not to mention Kaelestis is Karias and Rael’s kid… people intially expected him to be some sort of mixture between the two of his parents, but worse. Turns out, they were totally wrong. Kiddie Kaelestis was as sweet as you could get with any child. He was honest, patient, kind, and generous. He always waited for his turn to speak, always politely and correctly addressed everyone accordingly (except for that one time when Karias convinced him with the lie that Lord Raskreia is his auntie and he actually called her that lol), and never caused mischief. It’s not that he had superior self-control; those things simply just never crossed his mind. It wasn’t in his nature to do anything out of line. People kept praising Karias for his superb parenting and everyone dreaming of having a kid like Kaelestis. He’s the best you can ever get, right? And as a parent, of course you’d want to support your kid. So Karias tells a young Kaelestis how much he loves him, he’s his baby son. Sometimes Karias would also throw in a comment about how well-behaved he is, and that he’s proud of him. Of course kiddie Kaelestis would be very happy to hear that. It’s praise from none other than the Blerster Clan Leader, his dear father who he loves and respects more than anyone else in this world! That’s where everything started, and you could say it’s for the worse. Kaelestis, who holds his father in such high regard, would take this praise as a very serious thing and more or less it got engraved in his mind. You know when you were a small kid and someone said something that could be trivial but you remembered it forever and it basically impacted the trajectory some aspect of your life? Basically that. And so Kaelestis began to take pride in the fact that he was so well-behaved, and continuing to do that would make his father as proud as ever. Before this, he wasn’t even aware of the fact that he was the “perfect” child, he simply was. Now that this became a new addition to his knowledge, of course he’s going to act on it. But to Karias, Kaelestis was still a small child (toddler equivalent) so Karias isn’t going to take it too seriously anyway. He still showered his baby with affection and always gave him attention. And Kaelestis very much enjoyed every moment of it.
Fast forward to the time when Kaelestis was the equivalent of a 8-12 year old human. You know when kids are very young the parents always treat them like baby and when they get a bit older and have thoughts of their own the parents start to really have fun with their kids? That’s what happens next. Karias doesn’t need to watch Kaelestis all the time anymore, hovering over his son and worrying about him getting himself into some sort of danger. He could let him run free for a bit. Let him be on his own, and do his own thing. Karias still spends time with his son and is affectionate with him, in a different way. Because Kaelestis now takes pride in being so well-behaved, he actually makes a conscious effort to be even more well-behaved. He’s become obsessed with the idea, more or less. Be the perfect son, don’t ever cause trouble, make Father proud because he doesn’t need to worry about me, and then Father can attend to his duties as Clan Leader with high efficiency. This was what Kaelestis knew at the time, and it truly was out of good will, as he’s being considerate of others. But what young Kaelestis didn’t know was that this also meant that he’s sacrificing his own well-being and need for closeness to his father. And Karias wasn’t even aware of this, he just thought that this is just what his kid is like, being nice as usual and that, and he can focus more on clan duties. And so Kaelestis never got the extra recognition that he yearned for, and even worse his father now spends less time with him. He got what he wanted, didn’t he? For his father to be the best Clan Leader ever? But something doesn’t feel so right, and Kaelestis starts to doubt his own decision. Even worse, Kaelestis doesn’t do anything to fix the situation, he just goes with the flow because he started this himself. His Clan Leader never asked of him for any of this. But now that it’s done, there’s no choice but to endure the consequences and move on, right? For now, he’ll continue to be the best son for his father. Because he loves him. It’ll do. This won’t go on forever, right? At least Kaelestis had thought so, though this optimism would soon be replaced with even more regret and exhaustion.
Fast forward to Kaelestis’ teen years, so the human equivalent of a 13-19 year old ish. Kaelestis’ hobbies are expanding, and his talent is truly blooming. He had discovered his love for the arts… painting, sculpture, anything really. This was his purpose in life, and his skills were really impressive. Karias is of course overjoyed and thrilled to learn that his son is so talented and that he has found his passion. And so Karias gets Kaelestis all the materials he could possibly find both inside and outside of Lukedonia, and Kaelestis is very touched by his father’s gestures. He has all this stuff with work with now! It was a real moment of joy for him, and yet another memory for him to remember forever , which would later also become tinted with melancholy. Now that Kaelestis actually has time to spend on projects, he is indirectly pushing his father away even more. Whenever Karias would drop by to check on his son and ask him how he’s doing, Kaelestis would always answers that he’s doing well, and Karias doesn’t need to worry about him, because he has art, and that’s all he needs to be happy. Which was a lie, because he actually longed for time with his father. He misses his early childhood where the two of them would spend time together everyday, all day. But he needs to not be a distraction to his father’s schedule, because he’s well-behaved right? He could hold in his feelings of yearning… right? So Karias never learns of his son’s true feelings. Because he never tells him. Which just hurts Kaelestis even more because now he’s actually reinforcing Karias’ belief that his son is all good and that his role as father isn’t one that is needed too much, because he’s a good boy who can entertain himself in peace. And that’s when they start to see each other less and less. They still have dinner together and talk about the day sometimes, but the frequency is nothing like before anymore. Not even close. Kaelestis is hurting himself, and he can’t bring himself to admit to his father that he needs him. No, no, there’s no way he can be an inconvenience to his father. Of course Karias would never think of his son in that way, ever. But Kaelestis’ tendencies to overthink and internalize things drives him to this conclusion. And this doesn’t change much even after Kaelestis becomes a young adult. And so, even to this day, whenever Kaelestis picks up a paintbrush or a chisel, he’d always be reminded of the fact that he (partially) traded away his father’s bond with himself for this. Perhaps this melancholy doesn’t sting Kaelestis as much as it did at first, but it will always be a thorn in his heart, a mild, reoccurring pain.
Kaelestis’ feelings of responsibility over his father carries over to different aspects too. You see, Karias’ personality is drastically different from Kaelestis’. That’s literally just how he is. He’s flamboyant and always going over the top, sometimes he’d say or do something inappropriate by noble standards and get yelled at by Rozaria and Gejutel… etc etc. The usual drill. Kaelestis feels like he needs to keep Karias in check to make sure he’s not being an inconvenience to others. He’s Karias’ son, and it is his duty to make sure Father doesn’t do something so out of line again. And this involves reminding his father of “ahem, Clan Leader, please don’t do that” to reprimanding him if he comedically wails about how he’s not allowed to have fun and his son is just sooooo not fun either. To be honest, Karias has always been like this since the start but Kaelestis just never took it seriously until he got older, because he didn’t think it was a problem. Now that his sense of responsibility is ever so strong, of course he’d be concerned with Karias’ self-representation out there. To Kaelestis, Karias’ image is heavily tied with the entire clan’s image. Karias just thinks his son is hilarious. Which does not amuse Kaelestis because he essentially still needs to parent his parent and being laughed at in the face isn’t exactly helpful either. Kaelestis’ duties includes apologizing to others when Karias does something weird, warning others about what might come, reminding Karias about what and what not to say at meetings, etc etc. You could say that Kaelestis thinks this is exhausting, because it really is. But to him, maybe this is some other form of bonding, to fill that void in his childhood. In a way, this is spending time with his father whom he misses dearly. But still. Kaelestis yearns for Karias to interact with him like they did in his childhood. Just gentle affection and attention from his father. He wants to be a small child again, because he had never been able to smile out of true happiness for a very long time now. He wishes he’d never taken being well-behaved so seriously, because that one phrase of praise led to everything that causes him sadness in the present day. In a way, he misses Karias. Karias was never out of reach, as the two of them live in the same manor and they’re often together on duties and errands. Mentally and emotionally? That’s the complicated part. Kaelestis is there, and not there in the same time. To Karias he’s still his precious son and everything is totally normal. But to Kaelestis there is this gap between them that will never close, and it’s entirely his own fault so he can’t complain. Perhaps if Kaelestis didn’t see clearing a misunderstanding as such a heavy burden, he would’ve done it. Just admit to Father that you were unhappy all along. Just do it. He thinks about it often, but ends up failing every single time. Just can’t bring himself to say it. And so this eats him from the inside out, causing him to be in a constant state of burnout. The kid he was never able to be, and the peace of mind he will never get. The ever so gracious maturity and sophisticated energy that he emits and perceived by others, is a curse to him. The burden does not end there. When he’s with his friends, the others automatically assume that he’ll be the chaperone and take responsibility for anything that happens. Even their joke nickname for him is “dad” because he’s so much like one, right? This puts even more pressure on him, and he has to constantly be on lookout in case any of them does something stupid. Hearing them tell the others “Kaelestis didn’t stop me, so I did it anyway” doesn’t exactly help either. He’s getting blamed for something they decided to do? He never signed up for this, but he doesn’t want to make things complicated, so he keeps it inside and… boom. Stress and more stress. It’s always, always there. He still enjoys being in the presence of his friends but sometimes the burden overrides the joy and in the end, everyone had a good time, except for himself.
One of his deepest unspoken desires is for someone to come hold him, and tell him he can stop and put down everything and just cry. Come and rescue him, and help him out of this cage that he put himself in. To this day, he awaits for someone to burst down that wall he spent his entire life maintaining. Someone. Anyone.
Aaaand this is about it for now! I’d love to talk more about my precious Kaekae in the future so I might do that when I have the opportunity again!
(+ this is why Kaelestis falls for Izar! Unlike virtually all of the others, Izar doesn’t cause much trouble. He’s mostly obsessed with doing research in his own lab and rarely leaves it. Sometimes there’d be an explosion, but that’s pretty much it. Nothing dramatic or extra involved. Izar is also very chill in general and would take care of Kaelestis when he’s a visiting his lab as a “guest” : offering him snacks and drinks, showing him his figure collection and letting him play with them, showering him in plushies to hug, putting a blanket over him after he’s fallen asleep from listening to him reading research papers… all those small but heartwarming things that make Kaelestis feel being taken care of. Izar isn’t even aware of the fact that these simple gestures mean so, so much to Kaelestis and that this dude is in love with him… how lovely! +for more info in Izar feel free to once again check out my pinned post+ special Izar post from before!)
((again sleep deprived so excuse me for any typos haha hopefully it all makes sense! See you again in the future!!))
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
chapter 2
tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @cryptic-michael
warnings: hunger games, killing, blood, swearing
after the events of the parade, I had done pretty well for myself during the ranking. I had earned myself a 10. Blaze had gotten a 7. I was now a target of the careers. Fielding was getting me ready to be interviewed by Nero Flickerman.
"They already love you." He said as he pinned my hair back. "Just make sure that they love you enough to send you money and supplies." I nodded as he covered my eyes to spray hairspray over me. "Make sure to wash that out tonight. You don't want to go into the area with helmet hair." He shuddered and I rolled my eyes.
"Will Snow be there tonight?" I asked. Fielding nodded. "What do I do?"
"Let him do what he wants." Fielding reminded me, waving his brush at me. "You took the initiative last time. Now it's his turn. Just like dating sweetheart." I stared at him and Fielding raised his eyebrows at me. "You have dated right?" I shook my head. "What?!"
"I'm sorry. I was more concerned with my family not starving to death." I deadpanned. Fielding shook his head and muttered something about district life under his breath. He finished up and helped me into my dress. He attached the small hair clip and led me down to the waiting car. I kept fidgeting with the dress, thinking that the nude coloring would allow the audience to see what I was wearing under it. The feeling of the flower petals against my skin didn't help matters either. Fielding kept grabbing my hands and gently placing them back at my sides. He rode with me to the center where the interview would be held.
"You're going to do perfect. If you ever get nervous, find me in the crowd." He assured me, rubbing my arm. "Or Snow. You seem to do well around him." I nodded and squeezed his arm before I was led away in line. Blaze looked me over before shaking his head.
"Another show for Snow?" he asked. I nodded.
"I'm the favorite." I muttered. Blaze scoffed and I rolled my eyes. The longer this went on, the more judgmental he got. It was making me almost ready to get into the arena to get away from him. Before I knew it, I was being led up onto the stage to cheers. I smiled and waved at the audience as Nero took my arm. He led me to the seat and I carefully sat down. "Hello." I said softly.
"Hello. So (Y/N), you seem to be the capitol's golden girl. How does that make you feel?" I shrugged and smiled, eyes searching the crowd for Fielding. When I couldn't find him, I searched for Snow. Finding him, I breathed out softly.
"It is a bit strange. I'm a nobody in twelve. All this attention is a bit much." I said. Snow smirked at me and my breath caught slightly.
"I can assure you, the attention is well deserved." Nero said, taking my hand. "Saving a child..." He shook his head and looked out at the crowd. "And risking your own life to do it." I shrugged and smiled.
"I used to do it all the time in twelve." I tore my attention away from Snow, who had blushed and looked away. "Nothing to it really. The real risk was jumping into President Snow's booth." The audience laughed. "I can imagine next year the booth won't be so close to the parade route." I blushed slightly as he caught my eye. Nero chuckled and noticed the look between the two of us.
"It does seem that you have caught his eye." I blushed again as Nero nodded at President Snow. "And I do believe he has something for you." I looked between the two and panicked slightly. President Snow made his way to the stage and pulled something from his pocket.
"I do believe your 18th birthday falls during the Games." Snow said. I nodded as I stared up at him. He smiled softly at me. "Such a shame that a milestone like that will be marred by death and destruction." He held his hand out for me and I took it, allowing him to pull me up. "If you would all join in..." Snow turned towards the audience and Nero started to sing. My eyes widened and I blushed as the entirety of the Capitol sang happy birthday to me. Snow moved behind me and I felt the weight of a necklace being put around my neck. I went to turn around but Snow stepped closer to me to stop me. My hand went to the charm and I pulled it into view. The small leaf with red paint felt heavy against my fingers. "For you my dear." Snow breathed into my ear. "Don't do it now. But in the tower, open it. It will help you in the arena. When that cannon sounds, run. Don't try to get a weapon. You'll already have one. Just run. Run like your life depends on it." He let me turn around and I stared into his eyes. His face was stone but his eyes shone with worry for me. I nodded.
"Thank you sir." I breathed out, our conversation covered by the singing and cheers. "I'll run. And use this to the best of my ability." Snow nodded.
"That's all I ask." He responded, leaning over to kiss my cheek. I was ushered off stage, looking back to see Snow watching me. When I was in the safety of my room at the tower, I opened the necklace to find a sharp knife. I swallowed hard at the implications of it and tucked it away under my shirt for safety. That night I laid awake, nervous for my first day in the arena and hoping against hope that my necklace wouldn't be taken from me before I made it there. The next morning, I was woken and dressed in the outfit chosen for the Games. Fielding went with me to the helicarrier. Peacekeepers were trying to tear me away from him, one grabbing my necklace and yanking it off in front of the camera. Fielding jumped into action, grabbing it and pressing it into my shoe for safe keeping. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt its weight against my foot.
"You're going to be ok." He assured me, kissing my head before letting me be taken away. Peacekeepers manhandled me onto the carrier and I watched as Fielding grew smaller and smaller as I was taken to the arena. I was taken underground and pushed into the room. I grabbed the necklace out of my shoe and checked it. Breathing a sigh of relief, I put it back around my neck and hid it under my top. I stepped into the glass tube and tensed up as I was lifted into the arena. A giant pile of weapons and supplies stood before me as I looked around. It looked like a forest or jungle. I couldn't see water but I was sure that if I explored enough I would find it. A plan started to form, centering around finding water and getting up high. The other tributes shifted restlessly and I looked over at Blaze. He nodded towards the pile and I shook my head, Snow's voice ringing in my ears to run.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the 26th Hunger Games!" Nero's voice rang out before a cannon. I turned and ran into the forest. The sounds of slaughter rang in my ears as I ran. I stumbled over roots and rocks but kept running, the look in snows eyes pushing me further. I skidded to a stop as I heard the cannon. It kept firing and I fumbled inside my top for the necklace, grabbing onto it and holding tight. Ten times the cannon went off. I stood for a second in the quiet and then looked around. I could smell the water but wasn’t sure which direction to go. I heard a noise far behind me and turned to the nearest tree. Scrambling up, I hid in the foliage.
“for fucks sake.” I heard blaze mutter below me. I held my breath and stared down at him. He looked around and sighed before propping a sword and a bow with quiver against the tree I was hiding in. He hid it behind some branches and turned to look behind him. “The things I do for that girl and this is the thanks I get.” He took off running and I climbed higher to see where he was going. Peeking out of the tree, I caught sight of blaze going against a career just in time for blaze to get stabbed in the neck. My breath caught and I ducked back down as the cannon went off. There was a second cannon which I could only assume meant blaze took the career with him. Slowly making my way back down the tree, I grabbed the supplies he had gotten me and climbed back up. As the arena shifted to night, I heard the capitol theme start playing. Nero read off the names of those who had died during the day as their image flashed on the dome.
“and from district twelve…blaze jay.” I frowned as I noticed a countdown clock in the corner of the images. “Twelve tributes down. Twelve left. Good luck to those left, with special luck sent to (Y/N) (Y/L/N) who only has a day and a half until her 18th birthday. May the odds be ever in your favor.” The banner faded out and I stared at where it had been in shock. They were counting down my birthday.
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⚠️ I make intimate and romantic content with adult themes. Please don't interact if you are a minor! ⚠️ If you don't have your age in your bio, I will not respond to your messages, post asks you send me on public, or follow you back.
Hi! I'm Casper. I draw romantic tickle art featuring my sona and my OC, Dr. Avery Nimbus, the cloud man. Sometimes I draw my friends' OCs. Sometimes I write stuff, too.
My comic series starts here. There are currently six parts. Updated 2/14/2024
My fic series starts here. There are currently eight parts. Updated 3/16/2024
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I'm a very long-winded person, but I'm going to try and keep the info under this cut regarding how I use this website navigable and concise (for the few people who will probably read it).
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Here's my hot take
The whole "they didn't know cause they were new to the hobby" excuse to buying recasts has gotten old.
I'm gonna go out on a limb here, and say that most people (these days) find the hobby through social media. Probably stumbling upon a doll picture, then finding collectors & artists profiles, and so forth until they decide they want a doll.
And in that case, there is no way they haven't seen the "anti-recast"/"anti-counterfeit" or "legit only" a lot of people put in their bios, at the very LEAST. Since, a lot of people also make dedicated posts about why they're against recasts, & awareness about them -- especially artists. And now with the post pinning feature Instagram has - those posts are often the first one you see on their page!
At that point, if they've seen those specific words, especially the "anti" and "legit-only" parts, and don't investigate. Even if they didn't pay attention to those labels tbh. That's on them for not doing the research on joining a hobby.
Nevermind financially irresponsible, given that even recasts can cost over $200. I mean, I get it, I've impulse bought things. But I have the balls not to make excuses for myself. We're at an all-time high when it comes to resources and guides on -
1) legit dolls
2) how to tell if the site is selling legits
3) where to find dolls that don't cost an arm and a leg
4) what are recasts/counterfeits
5) why counterfeits are bad for the hobby
6) why you won't be accepted in legit only spaces with your counterfeit
I could go on.
I found out about the hobby around 2016. And within the first few days of being aware of bjds - I'd come across enough information on recasts to know why they're harmful & not accepted by most of the community. Without even looking for information on recasts.
We don't live in the late 90s/early 2000s anymore. We have limitless amounts of information available to us... As long as we aren't too lazy to type a few words in a goddamn search engine.
There's a fine line between ignorance & negligence, and a lot of these "newbies" have their whole foot in the negligence side. Do better.
~Anonymous
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I keep almost falling for it but in case you’re a lil naive like me: I’ve seen a new scam going around lately.
A person will send you an ask with something along these lines:
“Hello I am [username] I have [insert severe illness] and I need donations for medication/treatment. I am [minority groups here] and desperate. [filler here]. My donation link is in my pinned post.”
Now, here’s some red flags:
1) they seem to have odd typos in their name/bio/header/etc.. everyone can make typos but if someone cares about BLM to the point where it’s a blog header, they probably won’t make a major mistake in the name.
2) Their pfp. Do a reverse search. 8/10 times for me it’s a random image off the internet, usually with a parent and their kid.
3) Check if their fundraiser link is in the ask. Most people who desperately need funds aren’t likely to make it convoluted to donate.
4) Why are they asking you? Do you know this person? Are they in similar communities to you? Are they in your orbit?
5) If they reblog seemingly random, unrelated content, without tagging or any original posts, they’re likely a bot.
If you’re in doubt, don’t post the ask.
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sovpologist · 2 years
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Camrin Dumuzi Masterpost (Updated 2/21/23)
I did posts for Jolyon and Sjur so I wanted to do one for Camrin as well! Kind of like Sjur (or Devrim Kay and Marc), Camrin is Ana Bray’s partner who is only mentioned in lore and the Bungie comics, never appearing in-game. This can lead to a lot of people not knowing that Ana is a lesbian, or has a girlfriend, or even that Camrin exists. Camrin does not have a dedicated category or bio on Ishtar Collective, and even in Ana’s character bio it only states that Ana “worked with” Camrin, not that the two are in a romantic relationship. So here’s a little bio and timeline for Camrin! 
Who is Camrin? 
Camrin Dumuzi is a research scientist for Owl Sector, and Ana Bray’s girlfriend. She is smart, witty, loyal, and dedicated to her work. Camrin works with Owl Sector on classified assignments, usually related to whatever is happening in the main Destiny storyline.
Camrin technically has more lore than Jol (she’s in three whole comics!) but we never really see her when she’s not interacting with Ana or like, in a coma offscreen, so it can still be difficult to pin down her personality. Sorry for this being so bare bones! 
What is Owl Sector? 
“So Camrin is part of Owl Sector,” I hear you saying, “but what the hell is that?” Owl Sector is a group of non-Guardians whose mission is to “uphold and support the Tower and its Guardians.” They were tasked with quarantining/curing Guardians when the House of Devils used Siva tech to enhance their own bodies and passed “mites” along to Guardians in the Cosmodrome (this was the leadup to the Rise of Iron DLC). They also researched Clovis Bray and his activities on Mars. They are under the jurisdiction of the Vanguard Commander. (The Transmission Crisis, Vanguard Commander)
Timeline: 
Five years before the Red War, Ana Bray snuck back into the City after faking her own death, wanting to find more information about Clovis Bray and Rasputin. Camrin and Ana met in the Bray archives and flirt over nanotechnology, starting a close friendship. Ana was using a fake identity and Camrin was secretly a part of Owl Sector, monitoring the Bray archives for the Vanguard. The two grew close while researching Rasputin and eventually came clean to each other about their identities. When they figured out Rasputin was on Mars, they kissed in excitement. During the Red War, the two headed to the Meridian Bay facility on Mars, where Camrin was heavily injured by a Vex grenade. (Warmind Issue 3, Cryptarch)  
Camrin’s injuries prevented her from going with Ana to the Hellas Basin, and they shared a kiss when Ana goes to tell her goodbye before leaving. Camrin continued to guide Ana from afar, but flat-lined while Ana was out searching for Rasputin. Ana almost drowned, but her love for Camrin kept her strong enough to fight her way to the surface and survive, and after that she eventually found the Warmind vault. (Warmind, Warmind Issue 2) 
After finding the Warmind vault, Ana put Camrin into medical stasis in a Warmind med-vault to recover from her injuries. Camrin’s right arm was amputated and replaced with a prosthetic arm, and she ended up fully recovering. She woke up after the events of the Warmind DLC and she and Ana kissed. (Warmind Issue 3)  
During Season of the Forge (2018), Ana went to Eva Levante to get Dawning party supplies to throw a surprise party for Camrin. Unbeknownst to her, Camrin had already bought supplies from Eva to throw a surprise party for Ana. The two presumably spent the Dawning together. (No Such Thing As Coincidence)
During Season of the Worthy (2020), Camrin was busy with Owl Sector on the Moon. The two are still together and Ana has a picture of Camrin on her ship. (Legacy Pt 2) 
During Season of the Haunted (2022), Camrin was working with Owl Sector to investigate the link between the Lunar Pyramid and the Leviathan. (Eidolon Shell)
As of Season of the Seraph (2023), Ana and Camrin are still happily in a relationship. Ana offers to introduce her sister to Camrin, and Ana and Camrin decide to adopt the robot dog from the Seraph station. (Heist Battleground: Moon [Week Four], Heist Battleground: Mars [Final Weeks])
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Stars on Mars: Episode 2
Well, friends. Since Adam was found too hot to be voted off of “Mars” last week, we find ourselves back here for episode two of Stars on Mars. I wish I could tell you that it has gotten less dumb, but I am not here to lie to you.
We open with another Shatner intro, breaking down the concept for us: twelve celebrities, twenty-four days, on a mission to find out if they can “survive on Mars.” Unfortunately for Ariel, this intro includes her calling Lance Armstrong “a real astronaut” and this poor woman is going to be saddled with that for the rest of this show’s run, I’m afraid. Shatner also doubles down on his “Starssssss on Marssssss” line delivery, which I respect.
It’s morning in the hab on “Sol Day 3” and BOY did this show’s production team really love the movie The Martian. Our celebrities begin waking up and wandering around the hab. Schwartz and Adam are in the kitchen, Schwartz apparently washing dishes while Adam pokes around for some food. “Hopefully it’s a nice calm day today, with no emergencies,” Schwartz says, which is an incredibly naive thing for a guy who makes his living on reality tv to say.
“I would BEG for that to happen,” Adam replies, the huge grin on his face demonstrating that he knows there is not a chance that they will have a nice, calm day on this reality show about celebrities pretending to live on Mars. “But we’re going to do something today though, for sure.”
Schwartz VOs that everyone is tired from their satellite repair mission the day before. The Hab AI lets the crew know that they need to keep the hab clean and reminds them again that rations are limited.
Ronda is in the bio-dome tending to the plants and “making a compost.” It appears that they have a pretty robust supply of carrots and a bunch of other greens. Richard wanders in to give her a hand, explaining in a talking head that he is nervous about the food situation, but that also it’s pretty cool that they are growing stuff, adding that “I’ve never done that in my life.”
Adam and Ronda are working out when Marshawn wanders out of his special Base Commander suite, wearing a fluffy white robe and brushing his teeth. Schwartz tells that camera that being Base Commander is a “status symbol”: “It’s like having a Rolls-Royce on Mars. It’s cool.” Lance takes this moment to use Marshawn’s private bathroom, which last week Marshawn explicitly told him not to do. He thinks this is hilarious; Marshawn is less amused.
The group is starting to jockey for position for who is going to be the next Base Commander, since Marshawn’s 48 hours are up. Ronda is interested - she says she always wanted to be an astronaut. Schwartz, on the other hand, says there is no chance he will ever be Base Commander and that he likes doing grunt work and not being in charge. He adds in a talking head that he may be “too passive.” 
Lady AI Voice instructs the crew to pick a new base commander, and as they all gather around the monitor to listen to their instructions Porsha throws her arm around Adam, which is cute. Marshawn says that he will wrestle someone for the position. Most of the cast looks flummoxed, but Ronda Rousey is like, you want to do what? And promptly pins him to the ground. Because she’s Ronda Fucking Rousey.
However, the cast agrees that the actual best way to choose the next Base Commander is to vote. Tinashe throws her hat in the ring. Marshawn says he wants to stay Base Commander and Ariel immediately tells him that he is not going to be Base Commander a second time.
Meanwhile Tallulah (whose chyron this week says she is an “entrepreneur”) is suggesting to Adam and Schwartz that SHE should be Base Commander - a promotion after she was a successful Mission Specialist last week. They are buying what she’s selling - and so is Ronda, who says that Tallulah was great on the coms during the mission: “I heard every word of her encouraging haikus.” Ronda then follows up her supportive words by saying that she’s worried that Tallulah might wander off after a butterfly if she’s out in the field. 
Porsha has the role of talking-head-explaining-reality-tv-basics this week, and she tells us that in this game you have to build social bonds, but at the same time you are all competing against each other. 
Tallulah wins the vote and Tinashe doesn’t seem thrilled. Tallulah says, “I don’t know what prepared me for this, but I’ve waited my whole life to show up for it” which is sweet but also girl it’s a reality show where you are pretending to be an astronaut and so I hope there are other things you are also waiting for. She adds that she’s holding them all in her “heart chakra.”
Adam’s take: “Tallulah is somebody so authentically themselves, and so unapologetically quirky and lovely . . . yeah, this could go horribly wrong.” Cut to commercial.
(Oh, Tallulah also says she’s not going to move into the Base Commander Suite which of course THRILLS Marshawn.) 
Natasha is in the kitchen “getting to know her fellow teammates” which in this case means Schwartz. She tells him she’s never seen Vanderpump but her friend watches every episode. This leads Schwartz to explain Scandoval to the people in America who have somehow managed to avoid coverage of it over the last three months and if this is you, please teach me your ways. I’ve seen five minutes of the show in my life and can still tell you about Ariana and Raquel and that apparently Tom Sandoval has ruined white nail polish for us all.
Also Schwartz says he is recently divorced, and Natasha says, “yeah the pandemic was kind of rough,” to which Schwartz strangely muses, “It was good for our marriage I think.” And Natasha, confused as the rest of us, says, “Why, it ended in divorce.” And I laughed.
Tallulah assigns base duties - notably sending Schwartz and Ariel outside to squeegee the solar panels and assigning Porsha and Lance to conduct health and wellness checks. These health checks appear to include blood pressure, heart rate, temperature, and a “wellness” survey.
During Adam’s wellness check, Lance asks him how he’d rate his happiness on a scale of one to ten. Adam replies, “Ten. I’ve never been happier.” Natasha immediately calls him out: “You’ve never been happier? That’s so good to know" and they both laugh because clearly this not the happiest any of them have ever been. Porsha tells Adam that his temperature is . . . good. I am not convinced she knows how to use a thermometer.
Schwartz and Ariel clean the solar panels and complain about doing physical labor; they decide to dump the excess water because “I guess we don’t need it.” This, my friends, is what we call “foreshadowing.” They plod back to the hab as Schwartz talks about how desperately he wants a shower.
Then, a cut to the command room where the screen lights up with a warning: Water Pressure Critical. Then a cut to a water tank outside, which explodes. Then a second tank explodes. Then a third. 
Inside, the crew discovers they have no running water. You know what that means: an emergency dispatch from Shatner. He explains that there is no water! (Duh.) But guess what: there is a bunch of FROZEN WATER UNDER THE SURFACE OF MARS. Amazing that they know that and also exactly where it is! Important Shatner note: if the mission fails, the Base Commander will be up for extraction, but the Mission Commander is going to be safe from extraction success or failure.
Oh my god this episode isn’t even half over why am I explaining all this in so much detail! Jesus. Okay, blah blah blah they have to send the crew out to get the water. Natasha volunteers to be Mission Specialist, primarily because she doesn’t want to go out to Mars and also because as she tells the rest of the group, that she’ll be able to translate Tallulah’s “woo-woo” instructions as needed.
So everyone except for Tallulah and Natasha dons their spacesuits and head out to the surface. The mission is going to involve rappelling down a cliff and then using a tarp to direct the water to a hose that will bring the water back up top. They have thirty minutes to fill four barrels with water.
Tallulah and Natasha have assigned Adam and Ariel to stay at the surface and fill the barrels. Immediately Marshawn says that he doesn’t want rappel down because he does not want to go into a cave “where I don’t know if there are snakes or spiders.” Tallulah sighs and switches Marshawn with Adam.
Porsha rappels first, confronting her fear of heights with encouragement from Richard, Adam, and Lance. Adam goes next, saying he looks “like a gay Buzz Lightyear.” Everyone makes it down and it’s only Schwartz left when Ariel suddenly decides SHE wants to go down into the cave, not stay up top. This causes a crisis in mission command, and Schwartz volunteers to stay because Ariel is clearly “experiencing a little FOMO.” Tallulah sighs and says fine, Ariel can go down, despite that fact that the mission guidelines say that physical strength is needed in the cave and they’ve already lost Marshawn. It is clear that literally everyone except for Ariel thinks this is a bad idea.
Okay. So it takes a bit of time for this crew to figure out how the tarp works, to Lance’s annoyance and look Lance is clearly an asshole but I would be annoyed here too. But they figure it out and start filling the barrels. Everything is going smoothly and Schwartz reports that they have three and a half barrels full and there are still six minutes left. Everyone celebrates! 
Then the hose falls apart, and Ariel can’t hook it back in because it’s too heavy for her. Adam rushes over to help. We cut to a talking head where Ariel says that “maybe” if she “knew how physical” the task was going to be, she would have stayed up top. And . . . girl. 
The pipe gets fixed and the team loses maybe a minute of time. And up top, Schwartz has bad news: actually, when he said they had three and half barrels filled before? He “misspoke.” There were only two and half barrels done.
Natasha and Tallulah are in disbelief. “You said we had three and a half.”
“I misspoke,” Schwartz says again. There are two minutes left.
They keep trying but obviously there is no way they are going to fill another bucket and a half in this amount of time. The mission fails.
Tallulah is directed to go up to the airlock and join the rest of the crew up for elimination. Natasha is left alone in the hab to start selecting people to stay. She chooses Ariel as mission critical first which would not be MY choice seeing as her insistence on switching jobs is the reason Schwartz was up top to begin with, but, whatever.
Anyway, this episode’s bottom three: Schwartz, Tallulah, and Marshawn. The group decides that Marshawn should stick around given that his strength will probably be useful on Mars, and also, he’s not the one who miscounted barrels. 
To me, this choice between Tallulah and Schwartz is clear: it is not hard to count to four even for a man who stars on Vanderpump Rules, and Schwartz should be out of here. Tinashe agrees with me. However, the rest of the crew thinks that Tallulah should have been more forceful as commander and not let people switch jobs willy-nilly. So they say goodbye to Tallulah.
Tallulah says that on Mars she found “joy and deep connections with people" and that she is very proud of herself.
This is a bad elimination!!! Why do I care?? This show is so dumb.
Next week: fire in the biolab! A robot dog! And Marshawn refusing to give up the base commander suite.
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saltminerising · 2 months
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1. im opening my first art shop and trying to be fair to myself with my prices but im soooo terrified that theyre too high
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2. I'm having the feeling that some people are using the skin contest as a way to self promote their skin shops because some of them have NOTHING to do with ice, and honestly? Hell yeah, you go do it, make that bank
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3. No hate to editors but I keep seeing someone posting site art edits in dtday and it's pissing me off. like i'd be so annoyed. its DRAW the dragon not EDIT the dragon
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4. Why are the prettiest UMAs always on goddamn skydancer females. Literally the most creative, gorgeous ones are on this pose and I am so annoyed cuse I fucking hate skydancer females so much. And ofcourse the second best designs are always on imps which I don't even own and fffuuuucccckkk why does my brain only like the least popular breeds for uma designs....
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5. I so desperately want to make skins and accents but drawing OVER the dragon lines makes my head hurt so fucking much that I can hardly get any work done help I have so many cool ideas...
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6. Not sf from wind posting that they're proud of their personal bio filled with other people's art they never got permission to use 😭
It's technically credited to pinterest, but imo its not a valid way to credit since some of the pins do not mention the artists.
And someone responded to them "you're a great artist" nauuuurrrr
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7. i made my first skin and i hate pinging ppl unnecessarily but i pinged gasp anyway and no one replied. fuck my life im walking into the ocean now im so embarassed
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vergilsama922 · 1 year
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Welcome to Hope's Peak Academy Grand Opening: Novoselic!
Here we are. Yes. That's right! You read the title correctly. There's ANOTHER school that's opening. Did you think it would *only* stop at America? I did hint at future expansions did I? Puhuhu~ Well once again @putaindeplagieur and I rubbed our collective 4 brain cells together to come up with a complete roster! Ah! But First! Who exactly is the headmaster of Novoselic? How are the classes arranged? Well, I'll answer the latter first! Unlike America which operates off the....well American model of 9th-12th grade (Ergo Classes 1-4), Novoselic operates off the Spain model of classes. Which are ages 14-19. Also, this school opens during Class 78 3rd year at Hope's Peak. Ahem but yes. This school will have 6 Classes running at once each year! But it would be rude of me to not introduce the headmaster of Hope's Peak Novoselic. Actually....the truth is. There isn't a headmaster. But there is a headmistress. (Also this will be linked in the pinned post)
Kumiko Arase (Former Ultimate Supreme Businesswoman)
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That's right. Kumiko Arase from the fangan, Danganronpa Heartless Deceit will be leading Novoselic. And as Headmistress she's going to be even more strict and crack the whip harder than Kyosuke. There will be no delinquents under her discerning and ever-watchful eyes. No inappropriate relationships and staff scheming behind her back like under Jin's roof. Kumiko is frankly the perfect leader of such an esteemed institution. There's also her specifically chosen second-in-command (Vice Principal) and best friend Kaoru Yasunaga (Former Ultimate Detective)
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And Kaoru will do everything in her power to make sure nobody corrupts or plots a world-ending scheme in her school. As her bio states she has a strong sense of justice and as such was naturally the best fit for Novoselic (That and she would cause too many problems in the main branch with the amount of uh..."Interesting" students and staff that are around ;;;;;;;;;(人◕ω◕)) The question still remains though. Who exactly are the classes of Novoselic? Well....
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Class 1-A: Danganronpa Bloodline (And Shiori Nakagawa from Kill/Cure) Class 1-B: Danganronpa Deadication
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Class 2-A: Danganronpa Kill/Cure Class 2-B: Danganronpa TheAfter
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Class 3-A: Danganronpa Hushed Whispers Class 3-B: Danganronpa Stolen Hope
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Class 4-A: Danganronpa Blowback Class 4-B: Danganronpa Hope Restoration
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Class 5-A: Danganronpa Fatal Mercy Class 5-B: Danganronpa Caged Hope
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Class 6-A: Danganronpa Silver Lining Class 6-B: Danganronpa Fallen Despair + Shattered Hope
And well that's all folks. The Novoselic roster is DONE! Kumiko and her second-in-command Kaoru will ensure proper order and discipline are enacted under their guise~
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