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thetombedspirit · 1 year

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Velma Redo

It was bound to happen. It was bad enough that they came after my preteens with Dragons: The Nine Realms, now they have the audacity to brutalise my childhood? They basically snatched up my childhood, eviscerated and pulled out it’s entrails, framed them and called it art. Granted, I only saw the first episode, but trust me, once was enough and I’ve heard enough from other reviewers.

So, like Nine Realms before, I decided to try my own hand at redoing this abysmal show because redoing bad shows is both fun and stress relieving.

Now, starting off with Velma Dinkley of course (I will be using Picrew for this: https://picrew.me/secret_image_maker/GWQo0ayzr7bd5eKF )

Alias(es): V, Velm, Dinkley, Dinkle-Toes, Von Dinkenstein Occupation: Amateur Detective-for-Hire, Research Assistant, Volunteer Liberian, Aspiring Book Writer. Species: Human Age: 15 Relative(s): Detective Dave Dinkley (Uncle), Angie Dinkley (Mother), Dale Dinkley (Father) Ethnicity: Indian-American Gender: Cisgender Female Sexuality: Asexual Lesbian Hair: Brown Bob cut Skin: Almond Brown with freckles Eyes: Amber Attire: Orange sweater, maroon jogger pants, red slip-on shoes, a black hoodie, a maroon beanie, square glasses, red headphones, twin ear studs in each ear. Friends/Allies: Daphne Blake (friend-enemy-friend) Norville “Shaggy” Rogers (ex-boyfriend-best friend) Fred Jones (former crush-friend) Hobbies: Mystery Solving, Writing Stories Likes: Mystery novels, crime shows, crime movies, true crime documentaries, being smart, facts and science Dislikes: Competing intellectuals, being proven wrong, things not making sense, being alone, her body image, being abandoned

Velma was once a sweet and awkward girl that was obsessed with ghosts and monsters, her absolute favourite always being Frankenstein. She would go out everyday with her best friend Daphne and pretend to look for monsters and protect the town. Her parents were private investigators and loved her very much. Life was good.

Until one dark and stormy night, she saw a ‘strange monster’ take her parents away. She tries to tell the police about what she saw, but they just think she made it up and eventually concluded that her parents left and abandoned her. Shortly after, Daphne tells her that they can’t be friends anymore and abandons her. Upset that she lost her best friend and she couldn’t remember her parents’ kidnapper, she began to hate anything related to the supernatural and instead turned to logic and facts.

In her teens, she become an A++ student, but is alone, cynical and cold at the world, her only friend being her ex-boyfriend, Norville “Shaggy” Rogers. One day after school, she and her detective uncle, Dave, end up in a car accident, which leads Velma to find a strange tree stump, from which she starts experiences hallucinations of a woman being tried for witchcraft and being burned alive. Scared she’s loosing her mind, she goes to find reason and logic. But there was no time to as the next day, a student was murdered out in the woods, right on the tree stump that Velma found.

Daphne Blake

Alias(es): Daph; Danger-prone Daphne; Miss Blake, Crush (Band Name) Occupation: Amateur Detective-for-Hire, Secret Hex Girls Band Member, Heiress of Bubbly Blake Products, High School Reporter for Crystal Clear Facts Species: Human, Wiccan-In-Training Age: 16 Relative(s): Nedley Blake (Father), Elizabeth Blake (Mother) Helen Black (Grandmother) Ethnicity: Asian-American Gender: Cisgender Female Sexuality: Bisexual Hair: Long straight red hair – As Crush – Red hair tied into a high ponytail, curls and a black streak on her fringe. Skin: Pale Ivory (beauty mark under left eye) Eyes: Emerald Green Attire: Green sleeveless high-neck, purple jacket, pink leggings with purple skirt, purple heels, pink heart necklace, heart hoop earrings, purple headband – As Crush – Red tube top, black studded jacket, black ripped jeans, red knee-high boots, gold pentagon star necklace, gold crescent moon earring, red devil-horn headband, black lipstick. Pet(s): Precious (fluffy white cat) Friends/Allies: Velma Dinkley (friend-enemy-friend) Fred Jones (crush/on-and-off lover/friend) Norville “Shaggy” Rogers (friend) Hobbies: Acting, Writing Music, Reporting Likes: Solving Mysteries, Writing songs and playing music with The Hex Girls, Reporting genuine stories, proving that she’s capable, acting Dislikes: Her parents treating her like glass, being forced to hold up the façade, fake news and hearsay, being forced to break ties with Velma, her friends being hurt

Daphne and Velma were once best friends and stuck together like glue. But Daphne was quite clumsy and had the habit of getting in all sorts of trouble, earning her the nickname “Danger-Prone Daphne”. Her parents blamed Velma for their ‘precious flower’ always getting hurt and forced Daphne to cut ties with her or they could make life very difficult. The next day, Velma’s parents disappeared and Daphne genuinely thought that her parents hired someone to hurt them. So she cut ties with Velma, leaving the girl to go through her troubles alone.

Years later, Daphne appears to be the perfect daughter; Heir to the Blake fortune, President of the Drama Club and Head Reporter for Crystal Cove High’s newspaper, Crystal Clear Facts. She hangs out with the popular girls, whose idea of roughing it was a mall without high-speed Wi-Fi. But every fortnight, she joins the Hex Girl’s at Ma and Pa Skillett’s Diner as her Hex Girl persona, Crush, and sings her songs with the band.

She was on her way home through the woods when she suddenly hears commotion: something crashing in the distance, vicious howls and roars and screams of a man in pain. Daphne hides away in terror until the noise stops. As she carefully makes her way home, she sees something. The Hex Girls gathering around a tree stump that was covered in someone’s blood. She watches as Thorn collects the blood in a small vial and talks about how ‘she is coming. Coming to bring suffering to Crystal Cove. We have to get ready’. Thorn then performs a spell, disappearing in a veil of smoke with the others. Daphne is stunned and scared and rushes back home. She is so stunned by what happened, she says nothing all day until assembly; where the principal reveals that a student was found murdered on a tree stump out in the woods. Daphne immediately suspects the Hex Girls were the culprits and begins her own investigation to solve the murder.

Fred Jones

Alias(es): Frederick Herman Jones (Full Name) Freddy, King of Crystal Cove High Occupation: Amateur Detective-for-Hire, Amateur trap-maker, Baseball Player for the Crystal Cove Freaks, Assistant Mechanic at Mean Machine Mechanics Species: Human Age: 17 Relative(s): Skip Jones (Father) Peggy Jones (Mother) Eddie Jones (Uncle) Ethnicity: African-American Gender: Cisgender Male Sexuality: Pansexual Hair: Black curly hair in a fade style Skin: Chocolate brown, seems to always be wearing a band-aid somewhere Eyes: Dark brown Attire: White T-shirt bearing the face of the Crystal Cove Freak, the mascot of Crystal Cove High, a blue Letterman jack with the first letter of his name printed on the breast, blue jeans, white sneakers, black ear studs in each ear. He carries an orange neckerchief in his jean pocket. Friends/Allies: Velma Dinkley (friend), Daphne Blake (crush/on-and-off lover), Norville “Shaggy” Rogers (drug dealer-bully victim-friend) Hobbies: Reading true crime books, playing baseball, working with cars Likes: Daphne, Daphne being herself, Working on cars, inventing his own traps, being the star athlete, keeping fit, staying ahead of class, having real friends, protecting his friends Dislikes: Eddie encouraging him to cheat, People finding out that he used steroids in a game, bullying Shaggy, his inventions not working, his friends in danger, Daphne putting on a façade for her parents.

Fred Jones was always a hyper and inquisitive child. But if there was anything he liked to do, it was make things, anything really, but specifically traps. His parents had a severe rat problem, so he laid a series of ingenious, humane traps to catch all the rats and release them far from their home. Their parents were proud of his ingenious way of thinking, though his uncle Eddie, a professional wrestler, felt it was a waste for a ‘strapping young man’ to not bulk up and be one. “What if a man breaks into the house and robs ya? You not gonna scare him away with a mousetrap”. This would give Fred certain anxieties about not being strong enough to protect his family and put aside his inventions.

In his teens, Fred is having a hard time. Before his first baseball game, Eddie pressured Fred to ‘get a little boost’ to win. Fred initially refused, wanting to win by his own strengths, but Eddie insisted. So Fred went to the best known drug dealer in the school: Norville Rogers a.k.a Shaggy. Shaggy gave him the ‘boost’ as requested and Fred was able to win the game. Guilt ridden for cheating, his anxieties bubbled into misplaced anger, often taking it out on Shaggy via threatening him to never say anything. He and Daphne often hook up during this period, with Daphne feeling like he’s holding something back.

One day, Fred and Eddie are called into the principal’s office, with evidence that Fred was taking boosters during the game and is thus suspended from the next game. Fred immediately assumes Shaggy ratted him out and goes to confront him. He follows Shaggy into the woods and is about to confront him when a strange animal suddenly attacks Shaggy. Fred is in shock before a Great Dane appears and lures the animal away, leaving the wounded boy on the forest floor, bleeding out. Fred steps up and takes Shaggy out of the woods and too the hospital. Fred is quiet the next day. His teammates aren’t talking to him and he’s not sure to describe what he saw last night. Then he hears about the murdered student at assembly and couldn’t help but wonder: was the thing that attacked Shaggy the killer? And was Shaggy its’ intended victim?

Norville “Shaggy” Rogers

Alias(es): Norville (Real Name), Shaggy, Shag, the Invincible Shaginator Occupation: Amateur Detective-for-Hire, Small-time drug dealer, Dog walker Species: Human (formerly) Werewolf Age: 17 Relative(s): Sheriff Colton Rogers (Father), Paula Rogers (Mother), Margaret Rogers (Little Sister) Ethnicity: Canadian-American Gender: Cisgender Male Sexuality: Straight Hair: Dusty blonde in a really unruly style, shadow beard Skin: Ivory Eyes: Light Brown Attire: A lime green t-shirt and hoodie with baggy brown pants, black Velcro shoes, a red beanie over his head, three black ear studs in each ear, a pair of red headphones Pet(s): Scooby-Doo (Great Dane) Friends/Allies: Velma Dinkley (ex-girlfriend-best friend) Fred Jones (client-bully-friend) Daphne Blake (client-friend) Hobbies: Eating, sleeping, Dog Walking, watching scary movies, listening to music Likes: Anything to do with Scooby-Doo, Fake monster effects, Halloween, Dog walking, eating, sleeping, KISS band, Wülfsmöøn band, Hex Girls band, having actual friends, the pros of being a werewolf (I.E super strength, super speed, super senses) Dislikes: Real monsters and ghouls, Scooby-Doo in danger, being alone, his friends in danger, the cons of being a werewolf (I.E the extra appetite, the bloodlust, the full moon illness) being used as bait, dealing drugs.

Shaggy was always a quiet child, a loner. Never really interacting with others. He got alone better with the dogs from his father’s K9 unit then he did with kids his own age. This isolation only grew with the disappearance of the Dinkley couple, though he did reach out to Velma in her time of need, earning her friendship and ending his loneliness. All he ever wanted was a dog of his own, but his parents always refused.

In his teen years, he has gotten himself into a bind. He has gotten to using creative substances, mostly weed, behind his father’s back as a method of decompressing from anxiety attacks. But he soon fell in deep and suddenly became the biggest name in the school for drug dealing. He hates that it got this far, but he knows that he can’t pull out or tell his dad, as word would get out and ruin his father’s career. One such deal was giving Fred a booster for his baseball game, which lead to Fred constantly threatening him to keep it secret or he’ll tell his father. So Shaggy was officially stuck. Aside from that, his life was… fine. He and Velma dated for a while before deciding it was better to remain friends and they stuck together through thick and thin.

He ends the day with decided to head to his secret cabin in the woods, not wanting to deal with his dad at the moment (unaware that a disillusioned Fred was following close behind) when something big suddenly tackled him to the ground, biting into his shoulder. Shaggy screams in agony, but vaguely makes out a dog, a Great Dane to be exact, lead the animal away as Fred picks him up and takes him to the hospital. Despite the viciousness of the attack, Shaggy comes out of it alright, though he is very dizzy and tired. All he knew was that he was feeling… hungry. Like, hungrier then usual. And his senses appear to be in overdrive, able to hear and smell things he wouldn’t usually hear or smell. And on top of it all, that Great Dane seemed to be following him around everywhere.

When the principal announced the murder of a fellow student, Shaggy wondered if the thing that attacked him killed the girl. He tries to forget the whole ordeal, but stumbles upon the Great Dane again, who upon further inspection, is heavily malnourished and scared. Shaggy brings the dog home and gives him a bath and a nutritious meal; during the bath, he discovers that the dog had a collar with a name: Champion. Shaggy speaks honestly and tells him that he doesn’t look like a Champion and thinks of something else. Spying the box of dog food labelled Scooby Snacks, he asks: “What do you think of Scoobert, or Scooby for short?” Scooby barks, seemingly in agreement. And so Shaggy finally found his own Man’s Best Friend.

Scooby-Doo (this art was made by u/ArtMakerProductions)

Alias(es): Champion (former name) Scoobert-Doo, Scooby-Doo Occupation: Guard Dog (Formerly) Rogers family pet, Amateur detective dog, Therapy dog Species: Dog (Great Dane) Age: 7 years Relative(s): *** *********** (Former owner) Shaggy Rogers (Owner) Colton Rogers (Family) Paula Rogers (Family) Margaret “Maggie” Rogers (Family) Gender: Male Fur: Brown with black spots on his shoulders and back Eyes: Brown Attire: Leather red collar with spiked studs and the name “Champion” engraved (formerly) A felt blue collar with a Scooby-Doo themed name tag, with his name and Shaggy’s phone number on the back. Friends/Allies: Norville “Shaggy” Rogers (Owner/Best Friend), Velma Dinkley (Friend) Fred Jones (Friend) Daphne Blake (Friend) Likes: Shaggy, His friends, Scooby Snacks, Being petted, his Scooby-Doo collar, Trying to make everyone happy, keeping everyone safe Dislikes: His friends being hurt/in danger, Doing something immoral, Scary monsters

Scooby-Doo didn’t have a good rearing as a pup. A nameless pup, he was sold from owner to owner and given many names, but none would ever stick. Eventually he came into the care of a certain character that was in need of a guard dog, and was given the name “Champion”. The man hoped for Champion to be a guard dog to help hide his more illicit secrets. It would be witnessing this secret that causes Champion to run in terror. Angered, the man sends ‘a friend’ to ‘take care of the worthless mutt’. This friend would chase Champion all through the woods, causing a car to crash and an innocent young man getting caught in his chaser’s jaws. Champion couldn’t let the boy die and attacked the monster, bringing his attention back to him and fleeing once more. It was only with the break of dawn did Champion truly escape.

The next morning, Champion crossed paths with the young man the monster attacked, who saw the Great Dane’s abused state and brought him home for some well deserved rest, cleaning and nourishment. Upon finding the red collar and reading the name “Champion” the dog whined and scuttled away, prompting Shaggy to get rid of the collar. Figuring the poor animal needed a new name, his eyes fell on the television, where the commercial for the pet food brand “Scooby Snacks! A treat so good, your furry friend will sing the words: Scooby Dooby Doo!” and so, Scooby was given his brand new name, a name that he was sure would stick this time.

While the most cowardly dog ever met, Scooby’s more then makes up for it with his undying loyalty to Mystery Inc. always pulling through for them no matter how scared. He comforts them in their darkest hours, protects them in their moment of need and is always there to put a smile on their faces with his goofy antics.

#velma 2023 #just why #it's so bad #Velma Dinkley #daphne blake #shaggy rogers #fred jones #scooby-doo #my version #please stop destroying my childhood

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morvantmortuary · 2 years

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Hi, Rae! Hope this finds you well & warm! Whenever you have time, if you're willing (and find this interesting) - in the spirit of winter, how do the Morvants take to cold weather?

What hot beverage do they each prefer? And who makes the best hot cocoa vs. coffee vs. tea vs. hot toddy/mulled wine?

Who makes the best fires in the fireplace?

Who likes or hates when it snows (albeit infrequently)?

Assuming the house cooperates, who prefers a long, hot shower vs. a long, hot soak in a bath? (Do they like company for extra warmth...? Or solitude with their thoughts?)

Feel free to pick & choose, or ignore all of these for whatever you want! Either way, I'm excited to learn more about my fav mortuary trio ☺️

Thanks, as always, for your consideration!

(AW NORA these questions are so cute!! I love them, thank you for thinking to send them this way!! :3

under the cut bc predictably, they got long:

On the weather in general:

Maxi doesn't really mind cold weather, as it tends to make his work a bit easier in a lot of ways - if a body is found late, it won't be as much of a mess for him to try to restore, as opposed to the Louisiana summers where even a couple hours later can mean he's dealing with a much worse situation in terms of the state of decay. :'D Plus, it means he can wear his suits much more comfortably as he goes about his day when he has to handle wakes and clients and whatnot. The only thing he really dislikes is when he has to leave you alone in your bed when he gets up to open the Mortuary, because he is terribly attached to your warmth.

Hector hates cold weather. Hates it. He was always a summer child (despite being a Libra), and when he moved to Nogales when he was a teenager, he nearly entirely lost his ability to deal with even remotely cool winters. He already wears his hoodie most of the time around the House because he runs cooler than Maxi, so having to bundle up even more is just a pain. He doesn't like having to get up and leave you in the morning, he doesn't like having to shoot outside when it's cold, and he doesn't like having to get back into a cold bed at night because it takes so long to warm up. Expect him to be grumpier than normal until he gets his first cup of something warm in the morning. As the Christmas person of the bunch, his mood improves significantly when he gets to decorate for that/in the days leading up to it, but come January he's back to being slightly grumpy and come February he's very close to losing his mind.

Rora, truthfully, forgets she runs the coldest of the three because it's her new normal, and at times forgets that weather is a thing, because her body doesn't? React to weather like it should, anymore?? It's not unusual for her to come downstairs in December in sleeveless dresses, only for Maxi and Hector to both look at her in their hoodies/sweaters/sweater vest (in Maxi's case) and Rora go "Ah. Yes. Right." and add another layer and some socks. Maxi occasionally has to chase her down when clients are over and throw a cardigan at her, at least, when she's walking to the kitchen in just shorts and a camisole after working in her room all day on a project, or Hector forcing a hat on her when she tries to go sell her taxidermy dioramas in just a light jean jacket over her clothes She probably honestly notices it most when she has to take care of her plants/winterize her garden, and then she's just kind of irritated more than actively annoyed.

On hot beverages:

Maxi usually sticks with his typical cafe au lait - he can make it basically while still half asleep now, he’s done it since he was thirteen - but when he has you around, or he’s feeling particularly like treating himself, he’ll either make a classic hot cocoa or a London Fog for the both of you. If it’s an acceptably late hour, he’ll make a traditional hot toddy (tea and whiskey with some honey). He makes the best hot toddies in the sense that you won’t hate yourself when you wake up for work the next morning.

Hex makes his favorite kind of hot chocolate like his mama used to make with cinnamon, cayenne pepper, and cream to give it more dimension. He’ll definitely make some for you (and the rest of the House if they’re around), but he’ll more often than not just make this for himself at least twice a day when it’s really cold, as a Little Treat. It is arguably god-level hot chocolate, and definitely the best of the three, but it’s so rich that you’ll wonder just what kind of sweet tooth he’s packing to be able to drink it twice in one day (and the answer is A Big One).

Rora will usually just stick with tea - she’ll drink coffee or hot chocolate if the boys are making it, but she usually just has an electric kettle that gets constant use. She doesn’t always remember that she made the tea when she’s working, meaning she sometimes picks it up and drinks it when it’s quite cold (but might drink it anyway because who cares, really). She makes hot toddies that will get you good and plastered because they lack the restraint of Maxi’s, and she’s definitely the mulled wine expert in the House, but you won’t be doing much the day after. They only break that out for big holidays or the days they really need the distraction.

On fires:

Maxi can take fires or leave them, tbh. He doesn’t always like messing with the fireplace in the client foyer (he’s always the one who has to clean it after and there’s some former experiments of Rora’s that are very territorial about the flue) so he’d just as soon curl up with a heated blanket, or a toasty ghost (a ghost plushie that you can heat in the microwave like a hot water bottle, all the Morvants have one). If you really wanted a fire for the #aesthetic, he’d indulge you, but he’s more inclined to trap you in a blanket with some sort of warming element and watch tv or read until you both dose off. (Plus, a blanket provides more coverage for... other things, if you’re both careful and quiet and no one’s around.)

Hex likes fires - he appreciates how the light interacts with the ghosts in the House, and the spectral essence of everyone else. Maxi always gets annoyed when he uses the old fireplace, though and he usually wiggles out of cleaning it anyway so he prefers a good fire in a pit in the backyard behind the garden, further back on the property. He’ll happily pull some lawn chairs and old blankets out and bring out the good liquor, so everyone can just hang out under the relative darkness of the sky. His favorite kind of night is just chatting away in front of a fire about anything and nothing - everyone’s welcome to join, but if it’s just the two of you, even better. Maybe just... don’t squint too hard at the fire pit itself, actually. Especially not around the bottom, where things tend to get... left behind, when they can’t use the crematorium for whatever reason.

Rora loves fires, but hasn’t been allowed around fire-building implements since the Arson Incident of ‘98, so she just sticks with blankets. She has a collection of very luxurious ones in her room, soft and furry and silky and in jewel tones, that she’d be more than happy to share with you, if you wanted to retire somewhere quiet for conversation and other things. She doesn’t quite remember she always needs blankets, if she’s working on her own, so she wouldn’t mind at all if you brought one to put around her shoulders while she’s working in her room or spy her reading without one on the couch.

On snow:

Honestly, all three Morvants share my hatred of snow to varying degrees. Sure, it’s nice for the first couple of hours, or even the first day, where it’s pretty and soft and undisturbed - but after that, it’s just a pain in the ass. Maxi has to make sure to scrape off/salt all the stairs and ramps to the Mortuary so they don’t ice over, and that usually also extends to the parking lot as well (can’t have anyone breaking a hip and expiring on their way to bid farewell to their dearly departed), Rora gets pissed because it kills/shocks her flowers and makes it hell to work in her workshop with how cold her materials get, and Hector just hates snow in general. He avoids the parts of the world that have snow, because it makes white balancing his shoots a hassle and makes quick getaways so much more complicated than they need to be.

Maxi will be the most inclined to entertain a snowball fight or building a snowman, though it’ll be more for your sake than his own enjoyment.

If you throw snow at Rora, she will consider it an act of war and respond accordingly.

Hector will be doing his damnedest not to go outside at all. No, not even for sledding down the slope-y-er parts of the property. Have you seen ghosts in snow?? It’s not pretty, despite what you’d expect.

Honestly the quickest way to bring the Morvants to violence against one another is to throw snow at one of them and blame it on another.

Just be advised blood might be drawn and you might have to physically confine them to opposite corners of the House.

They will then only apologize to one another if you bring each of them hot chocolate and say it’s from the person they think started it.

And even then, everyone’s on thin ice (*ba dum tssh*) until the snow melts.

On hot baths, hot showers, and company:

Maxi is usually a hot shower kind of person to begin with, but doubly so as soon as things get cold. He usually takes his in the morning before work, so he’d be disinclined to wake you -- but if you both wanted to take one before bed, he definitely wouldn’t mind. He’s someone who always appreciates company, even if it doesn’t lead to anything more than just flirting with soap or washing one another’s hair.

Hex loves to dwell in baths, sometimes with crystals/herbs/other magical trappings for a purpose and sometimes just to feel more centered in his own skin especially if he’s had to channel someone recently, as we’ll hear more about in his arc. He’ll spend a good long time in there with his thoughts (and occasionally seeing if he can use the bathwater to scry), but if you wanted to keep him company, he’d appreciate that too. Expect to be spoiled with floral-scented oils and refills of hot water whenever you want, among other things.

Rora is complicated, as always: she’s fastidiously clean, but she doesn’t always like to be in the shower or the bath for too long because it sometimes causes her to dissociate - too many reminders this body isn’t actually hers. She might not be inclined to bathe with you, but she will happily draw you a bath and take her time washing your hair and skin to warm you up. Her favorite part is after, when she can towel you off and treat you to some of her favorite lotions, or offer to do your nails along with hers. Eventually, she might get comfortable enough to join you, but even then she would want to focus more on you than let you focus on her.

Thanks again for all these thoughtful questions, babe, and thanks for your patience in my answering them! <3 Sending you cozy vibes from our neck of the woods :D)

#maxi morvant #maximilian vincent morvant #maxi morvant x you #hector morvant-casares #hector emile morvant-casares #hector morvant-casares x you #aurore morvant #aurore maria morvant #rora morvant #rora morvant x you #the morvants and their readers #nice people #nora!! 🥰#morvant mortuary #monsterkisser fics

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puppetsoftomorrow · 3 years

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the avalance news reader au

hey who said peer pressure doesn't work. anyway i made this post and y'all seemed to like it so here we go!! might post to ao3 later on idk...

It had been a truly terrible day.

Ava considered, in the moment that her coffee machine spluttered coughed up coffee grounds over her last clean shirt, that maybe she'd just had a truly terrible year. All her dreams about finally moving to television after being stuck in the doldrums of local news media for six years had been slashed when she'd been placed on the graveyard shift - sure, Ava was finally reading the news, but her shift was from 1AM until 4AM, so her only audience was long-distance truck drivers and new parents.

Still, she persevered, with the slightly foolish belief that if she worked hard enough, she could be promoted to a primetime slot. Or at least a slot that didn't require her to be making coffee at 10:45PM.

Her day had started off badly - she'd barely slept, as the sound from the construction work three blocks away rattled her windows, and she’d woken to find that her cat, Merlin, had kicked his litter halfway across the house in a fit of pique. Ava couldn't even have her normal oatmeal, as she was out of oat milk, and now she was having to drink her coffee black.

After changing her shirt to a dark dress and grimacing as she choked down the coffee, there was a knock on the door, and Ava groaned as she realised she was running late.

"Hey, Sara." She sighed.

Sara stood in the doorway, hair wavy over her shoulders, hands shoved in the pockets of her hoodie - the same grey hoodie she wore every day, branded with their news station's logo.

"Woah, a dress?" Sara said, eyebrows raised appreciatively, as Ava grabbed her coat and bag and they moved to go down the stairs.

"Don't mention it." Ava grumbled, pulling the coat around her shoulders.

"It looks good on you." Sara said, and Ava shot her a look. Sara mimed zipping her lips. "Do we have to time for Starbucks? I had to have black coffee; my mouth tastes like something died in it." Ava muttered, and Sara shrugged.

"I mean, we've arrived half an hour early for every shift for the past year -"

"Do you want to go back to taking the bus?" Ava said, looking over at her as they reached the lobby. They'd discovered they lived in the same building almost accidentally in Ava's first week, awkwardly meeting across the hall in the early morning, until Sara had realised that Ava had a car and they'd started riding in together.

"Fine, if you're happy with having bad angles." Sara said, holding the door open for her, and Ava rolled her eyes.

"Are you saying I have bad angles?"

"Oh, I'll find one." Sara muttered, and Ava snorted with laughter and unlocked the car. One of the benefits to giving her camera operator a ride every day was always having excellent angles.

After a stop at Starbucks, Ava rolled along the dark, quiet roads, sighing deeply.

"What's up?" Sara asked, sipping her drink - black coffee, which she somehow enjoyed.

"Nothing." Ava muttered, but it only took one look at Sara for her to come out with the story of her crappy day. Sara laughed.

"So that's why you're wearing the dress."

"That's what you're focusing on?" Ava said, focusing on the road with a small smile on her face. "I have to go back to my apartment at 5AM and clean up kitty litter and coffee grounds."

"Not to mention getting coffee out of your shirt." Sara snorted, and Ava groaned, loud and over the top.

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They always split when they got to the studio, Ava marching off to make-up to get ready, and Sara taking the elevator to the studio floor to set up her camera. The studio was always dead past midnight, just a skeleton crew left, which Sara found she enjoyed - it was easier to know everyone that way. She waved at Nate, distracting him from where he was running through the weather, muttering under his breath and checking his perfectly coiffed hair in the camera. He waved back, a bright smile on his face.

Careful not to trip over any of the wires on the floor, Sara made her way up to the box above the studio, the cramped room filled from head to toe with blinking lights and buttons, with a large window so they could look down on the studio. The techs – Behrad and Charlie - were sat with headphones on, running through sound checks, so Sara just waved to them as she found who she was looking for.

Zari, the studio runner, was running through her clipboard, muttering under her breath. When she saw Sara coming, she rolled her eyes. "Back again?"

"What have you got for her today?" Sara asked, keeping her voice nonchalant.

"The usual. Some city councilor has been embezzling funds, Star City is readying to bid for the 2028 Olympics, and former mayor Queen is opening a patisserie down-town. It's been a quiet week."

"Exactly." Sara said, her grin widening. "You've got to add the cat one."

Ray, their head writer, had found a story a week ago about a fat cat attending the Star City pet spa to lose weight, and Sara had been tracking down clips of the poor thing, bribing the editor, Nora, to pull them together. She'd even written a script. Zari looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Seriously?"

"Yes! I have a bet going with Mick - if I can get Ava to break on camera by the end of the month, he's got to give me $50." Sara said. It was ridiculous, she'd started the bet - truthfully, she found it endearing how Ava read the news with the same abject sternness whether she was covering a political scandal or a dog who'd learnt to surf in Star City Bay. She'd only broken her composure once - a smile creeping on her face when reporting on the 5th birthday of a crocodile at Star City Zoo named Snaps. From that day on, Sara had vowed to make her laugh, properly, live on air.

"I don't have any time to make up." Zari said, and Sara sighed.

"Yeah, but you know Ava reads quick enough. Please? For me?"

Zari seemed immune to the puppy eyes, so Sara sighed. "And I'll give you $20."

Zari snorted. "Do you have $20?"

"I'll have $50 when I win the bet." Sara countered, and Zari sighed.

"Fine. I'll see what I can do."

"Z, you're the best." Sara said with a grin, and turned to return to the studio floor.

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The program went smoothly, like always. Sara liked her job, the focus of filming and the pride she got when she saw her own work on TV, but she liked it better when she was filming Ava, who had pretty much insisted from day one that Sara be her primary operator.

Ava looked especially pretty today, someone in make-up evidently having convinced her that she didn't need the bun today, and instead curled her hair over both shoulders, which didn't completely cover Ava's defined arms, visible in her sleeveless dress.

The night ran the same as most others, Ava transitioning smoothly between topics and engaging in light, courteous banter with Nate before he presented the weather. Sara looked at Ava during these moments, the five minutes she was off camera, where she looked down at her notes, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

Okay, so maybe Sara wanted to make Ava laugh because she looked so pretty doing it. Sue her.

They were coming near the end, and Sara was losing hope that the story would be included, until she heard the segue.

"Now, in lighter news," Ava started, her eyebrows suddenly shooting up as she read the prompter. Sara grinned; Zari had obviously left this out of Ava's notes to inspire more of a reaction.

"Cats," Ava blurted out, steadying herself before continuing, "they're not normally known for their love of swimming, but one feline in Star City is hitting the water instead of the gym in a bid to lose weight. Mr. Snuggles -" Ava bit her lip as the pictures played on the monitor - a black and white cat in a life vest, looking absolutely terrified, and Sara grinned. "Mr. Snuggles is a thirteen-year-old cat who - dislikes the outdoors and other physical activities."

Sara's grin widened as Ava lost it, barely making it through her lines through her giggles. Her face was flushing pink and she bit her lip to try and compose herself. "But with encouragement from his owner -" Ava pressed on, trying to hold herself together, "Mr. Snuggles had lost one pound in six months."

That was the final straw, as Ava descended into a full-on laugh, barely making it through her sign off. Sara was so distracted by the sound she nearly missed Zari's voice in her ear. "Camera 1 to Camera 3 in 3, 2, 1 -"

Sara switched off, but not before Ava snorted, flushing even deeper and covering her face with her hands at the sound, not disguised by the jingle from the lottery numbers playing across the screen.

///

Ava had bolted from the set, and Sara packed up her equipment as quickly as possible, ducking out just in time to catch Ava as she walked down the corridor to the lobby. Her face was now free of make-up, her hair tied up in a messy bun, but she was still in the dress that left Sara's mouth a little dry. She looked at Sara, blushing again.

"I can't believe you did that." She groaned, and Sara put on her most innocent face on.

"Did what?"

"Bribed Zari to put the cat story in! John in make-up said that Charlie had told him that you'd bribed Zari."

"To win $50!" Sara said, grinning. "And you have a really cute laugh."

Ava looked up; eyebrow furrowed. "Really?"

"Yep." Sara said, trying to play it cool. "Look, do you want half? I feel bad now."

Ava sighed. "No, it's okay."

"I could buy you dinner." Sara said, almost blurting it out, and Ava looked at her. "To make up for it."

Ava's mouth quirked up in a smile. "Uh - yeah, okay. I can do dinner."

~the end~

okay so this was fun to write and i kind of want to write more so uhh send me where u think this story should go. or ideas for a part 2 maybe. thanks for reading!!

#phoebe lifeblogs #avalance #legends of tomorrow #my writing #this is almost Too cute lmao

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gins-potter · 3 years

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some thoughts on 7x03:

in general i thought it was alright, probably not my fave med episode ever but i certainly didn’t dislike it either

the start of some of the storylines was kind of slow but by the end pretty much all of them had me hooked

there was actually quite a few moving parts to this episode, the more i think about it

stevie + maggie + the donors

i liked and disliked this storyline

stevie and maggie working together was literally everything to me

in a way i did like that they brought a medical aspect for the husband

but on the other hand i didn’t like the implication that there had to be a medical reason for him behaving like that, almost as if it’s hard to believe a man would treat a woman like that for no reason

and the lawyer jumping in and being like oh no she won’t want to press charges, what the fuck was that?

stevie + her mum

i liked that by the end stevie and her mum had kind of come to an understanding

usually i like the personal stories to tie in with the medical and i felt that stevie’s maybe didn’t do that as well as others so that would maybe be my only criticism

dylan + his sister + kevin

i mean this storyline gets a big tick of approval just because it gave me kevin atwater in that sleeveless hoodie

i can’t decide if there was a little bit of tension between dylan and his sister because she was a bit edgy with him at the basketball court but then she looked really proud of him at the hospital so maybe that’s just their relationship

dylan with kids will literally never get old

dylan + will + the lupus patient

i thought dylan and will worked really well together, between dylan’s kindness and understanding for the patient, and will’s sort of scrutiny i thought it was pretty well balanced

and i was ready to facepalm like william you’re being a bit of an ass but then he came up with the lupus diagnosis at the end and i was like well alright i guess you’re still valid

dylan interacts so well with his patients that i literally die a little every time i see him with them, 10/10 best bedside manner

i liked how the patient’s storyline and her conversation with dylan about the possibility of losing her community versus walking her own path connected so nicely with how dylan must have felt transitioning from being a cop into being a doctor - very very nice

vanessa + crockett + the mentorship

i don’t dislike this dynamic but i’m also not particularly excited for it either, it’s just kind of there

once again i really liked seeing the medical side connect with the personal and i’m very curious to see what kind of personal growth we see from crockett this seaosn now that nat’s gone

vanessa + crockett + dr charles

this is the storyline that i really didn’t care for at first but ended up really enjoying in the end

i thought it was a really interesting take on the situation and it was something a little different from dr charles

and as someone who always procrastinates shit like that i felt kind of called out lmao

i thought their solution was really creative too

dr charles + archer

dr charles straight up telling archer he’s not doing the new patient logging thing was amazing - i’m loving their sarcasm with each other this season

i am curious if they’re setting up archer trying to get bounced out of the ED or if it was more of a throwaway line

the vascom of it all

things are progressing which is cool

them continually bringing up goodwin’s stress level makes me think that’s going to be a Thing later on

that promo

i feel like i’m either going to find this storyline hilarious or hate it with a burning passion

i’ll be interested to see which one it ends up being

#oc spoilers #one chicago #chicago med

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imasimpforstevengrant · 4 years

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Into you

@raven-romanoff

@maristela1968

@flaky178

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Author's note:

First off... Gif made from the original video.

https://youtu.be/iqDUGD8SHF4

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I have to confess I wanted to write another smut for Arthur/Harleen since the first one I wrote wasn't so satisfying... So, here it is! It took me a long time to write it (two months, actually. Bless the writer's block, FFS) so I hope you like it!

Second, sorry for any typos because english is not my first language (Chilean Spanish Strikes Back once again lol).

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Summary: Follow up to "I feel you". After his first night with Harleen, Arthur cannot get enough of her... And she has more in store for him than just a few warm, kind words.

Warnings: insecurity, (considerable) age gap, self loathing, swearing, masturbation (both receiving), strong sexual themes, unprotected sex, mild dirty talk... And smut.

Words: 8.540 (sorry if it's too long. I hope you don't get bored)

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The clock marked 5:46 a.m. when Arthur opened his eyes. He had a blanket over his frail, undressed form and was alone. The missing presence of Harleen alarmed him, believing it was another painful hallucination or worse. The idea she regretted the union and decided to lock in her bedroom to sleep by herself harassed his mind incessantly.

As soon as the neon lights shone before his eyes, he knew everything was alright. He almost fell on the couch again, relieved. But he never stopped asking where she was, though the calm background around him tenderly convinced the convulsed psyche to not keep tormenting.

As he yawned, taking a seat, he replayed everything that happened a few hours ago.

He just had sex.

Chuckling, he lit up a cigarette. And thought about what happened one more time so his brain would memorize it.

Harleen allowed him to touch her.

The memory of her moaning and straddling him set him on fire. Harleen had such a good time and he loved to see her enjoying it. The killing eagerness to repeat the act, just to see her again coming undone, to hear her lustful moans slowly took over his mind.

He took a deep breath and looked for his hoodie. The cloth in question was found on a puddle of mixed garments, which included her peach coloured pajamas and his pants. Arthur took the blanket off partially to grab the sleeveless shirt with certain desperation to smell it, to prove himself this wasn’t his imagination. The sweet, fruity smell filled his nose, almost submerging him into a high state. It wasn’t enough, though. A profound nuzzle into the garment served as a vain way to revive the sensations experimented as Harleen let his mouth roam over her chest. He absorbed the fresh, fruity scent. Eventually the need the dirty habit brought with it overcame the ritual that reduced Arthur to a starving animal. As the hunger diminished, he put the piece of clothing aside. Arthur took his time, remembering the initial goal by rummaging the cloth puddle: the pack of cigarettes showed up coming out the right pocket in a scalene triangle shape. He took it immediately, also taking the lighter.

As he smoked his cigarette, for the first time he thought how lucky he was. As a malevolent chuckle reverberated through the air, he finally savoured what was that contact he yearned so much. A sensation of being an ordinary man nested on his heart. That’s what an ordinary man had, right? A job, a girlfriend, a sex life. He laid back on the couch again, bathing in this new, positive emotions. Looking at the shelf full of books, small crystal figures and a portrait of her holding a scroll, most likely her diploma once she got her degree. Arthur quickly got up to hold the portrait, watching it carefully. She seemed so… happy.

Returning the portrait to its original place, he stepped to the couch again. His thoughts clouded by the wonderful moment Harleen shared with him: loved how gentle she was, how considerate and patiently handled the loss of his celibacy in such an skilled way. It was the first time he truly felt in tune with someone in his entire fucking life. It was way beyond the physical bonding. He couldn’t find the words for it but he was sure about how he felt.

Seen.

While Arthur was searching another cigarette to smoke, another rowdy idea swarmed in his mind: he had never found himself attractive, given his eternal history of rejection from everyone and his frail appearance just increased the mute but obvious aura of dislike around him. What were the odds for a woman like Harleen to fall for him? One in a million. Her looks could perfectly allow her a good life as a model and her kindness and easygoing personality would even take her farther away from the poverty of the building. Yet, she didn't seem interested in pursue a better, new life. She could perfectly have any man at her mercy and still she preferred to stay, actually giving a damn about others.

Suddenly his self loathing bloomed fully again. What could he possibly offer her, except for misery and sorrow? Nothing. Nothing but a unquenchable thirst for her. An aged, pained soul devoid of love. She deserved better. A strong man.

A man of her own age.

Quickly his eyes closed. The hated guilt, the same he swore he had overcome, came back like a furious, stormy surge. Arthur felt he had committed an unforgivable sin by sleeping with her. She was so precious, so joyful... And so young. Things Arthur was far from. He was so inexperienced, so clumsy, so flawed... A dark part of him felt he had defiled her, that he had taken advantage of her gentleness to sate his own selfish desires. This sense of perversion flooded his mind, reducing the happy moment to a mistake that shouldn't have been. His lungs crumpled the air, if the smoke didn't disperse it. The hand that left free palmed the forehead, to drive away the negativity.

Suddenly his mind remembered the laughing fit. And the gentle hug that followed it. The pieces in this puzzle came together. Harleen holding him right against her chest in a searing yet tender embrace. Not even his mother would offer such comforting balm.

Arthur then let a short cackle to shatter the silence. He definitely had something but he did not know for sure what was that something. It had to be more than just being a 'hard working man'. If she was so gentle with him, surely a feeling was on the way. To his mind comes the tender memory of their first meeting. The first thing he got from her was a warm, kind smile through the fence.

Of course, the cursed fit fucked up everything. But it happened! The open palm patted his chest, calming down the turbulent flow inside of him. The happy memory of their first meeting brought also the passionate moment of the first kiss which almost led them to the bed.

Arthur processed a thousand things that night. But one thing was for certain: that night Harleen awoke a hunger he had never felt in his life. Never saying it but showing it in their kissing sessions. He remembered that one time when he was expecting her to return after her shift. It was late at night. His knee bounced while Arthur smoked three cigarettes in the meantime. But he wasn’t alone. There were two young men a few feet away who minded their own business. Arthur feared them to be robbers but nothing happened. He put his hoodie on and kept smoking. A bus arrived but she wasn’t among the four people who stepped down from the vehicle. Two more came, but she was never among them. It started to get on his nerves when a taxi finally stopped and revealed the lovely passenger:

As soon as Harleen set foot outside, Arthur jumped out from the bench. The two other men witnessed the scene: their faces changed from curiousity to actual surprise when the blonde threw her arms to the man who evidently was older than her. But the lovers didn’t care. Their kiss was so heated that the youngest of the two muttered “damn” under his breath. They couldn’t stop staring at them, but Arthur was too focused on sharing their lips in a desperate dance. He was oblivious to the envy he inspired in every man whenever Harleen would display her affection in public. Therefore, he didn’t care. He longed to take the initiative in their eventual intimate encounter but the fear his inexperience would ruin it prevented any attempt to start intimacy. Harleen was aware of how hard was for him to begin with physical contact, though he never denied it. She could tell he had so much to say by just looking at his eyes. Patience with him would pay off. And the worst part of all this? The fits.

The fucking laughing fits. And Harleen could only hug the pain away against her chest while his head found shelter in it. He froze in the position where he basically clawed to her body. It was the third time he had one in front of her, the second being in the empty subway after a date. It was after a careless kiss Harleen granted to his lips while waiting for him to go off work. He could tell she had been drinking: she was way more affectionate than usual. The spontaneous caress on his lips took him by surprise. He laughed at his fucking frustration on how he could possibly cope with what was regarded as the ultimate loss of personal space. He considered himself as a romantic at heart but Harleen’s overwhelming passion reminded him of how inexperienced he was, how unsure he was actually feeling relating to his damaged masculinity.

It was almost like a pessimistic prelude before their first night together, since Arthur did not have the chance to come closer to her disregarding sex. He just had kissed and embraced her, restraining his touches to her face, neck and waist but never beyond there. Arthur preferred the silent sensuality of passiveness, though he desired to sink down deep inside of her.

The crude self loathing drifted to another question: Where was she?

Taking the blanket off him and putting his pants on, Arthur wandered over the flat and saw a dim orange light glowing behind the door, which was open just a crack. Analysing the lit lines, he then paid attention to the steam coming from the bathroom. He stopped breathing, closing his eyes to not commit the sin to spy on her.

His right hand knocked the door, leaning into it expecting the answer. A few seconds later, her voice approved him to get into the place. Arthur got in, anxious.

The sight of her completely overrode his senses. He stood completely frozen trying to process, once again, what was happening. The mere action of this impious gaze was enough to make him turn his head. She bursted out laughing. And hearing she wasn't upset with his presence managed to look at her.

Harleen was on the bathtub, laying on her back. Her damp hair covered her chest while the foam didnt allow to see more of her body. This didn't upset him, of course. This new glimpse of his lover was something he would never forget.

Amused by his priceless expression, Harleen covered her face.

"Are you in need for another ride, Mr. Fleck?", She asked, temptingly.

Arthur licked his lips as he closed the door behind him.

"After that? Always". The steps towards her made Harleen change her position to lie on her side, to grant him a better sight. He sat on the floor, eyes concentrated maniacally in her figure. Her soft, wet hand touched his own, intertwining her fingers with his for a brief moment to kiss them.

Arthur stared at her for long seconds. Harleen didn't seem uncomfortable despite how much he struggled to remain modest. She couldn't blame the poor guy. Her pose was way too sensual to be indifferent. The appreciation showed a silent invitation for more intimate contact, for more comfort and company. He could only see her precious lower curvature showing partially. Her left arm covered her chest while supporting herself on the edge of the bathtub with the other hand. He loved how much sensuality she oozed even when she did nothing.

“Did you have a good sleep?”

Arthur replayed the question to process it.

“Yes” he simply nodded, “but it seems you didn’t. You weren’t there when I woke up”.

“I don’t sleep too much, Arthur. Just needed to take a bath to refresh myself after our hot, noisy turmoil”.

Arthur grinned widely. And it wasn’t only for the friendly reminder of why he felt excited. He darted his eyes towards the platinum strands of hair stuck on her face, falling down to stick to her shoulders and forearm, creating a sinuous curve that lined her hip with blue shades. After a few awkward seconds of silence, Harleen finally pronounced:

“So, since we’re in this situation… would you like to talk about what happened?”

“Yes”. Arthur was anxious to take advantage of any chance he’d had to end up in the bed with her. But he was too nervous to start a conversation about the subject. She noticed it and did her best to not put him in an uncomfortable position. Arthur just glared at her.

“It feels so different when you don’t have to lay your hands on yourself”, he cleaned the sweat that formed in his forehead, “it’s different to have a… um”, doing his best to retain the stammer that prevented a fluid talk, he tried to look for the right words to describe what happened in his head.

“A…?”

“It’s different when you see it than to experience it. It feels better when you have a body next to you”, he gulped, trying to swallow the nervousness, “it was a long little yearn since I began to understand these things about…”

“About sex?”

“Yes” was his answer, “I’m sorry if I sound strange. But this conversation is too personal and… and all this is new for me. I never thought I would be with a woman like that and it turns out it’s better than I expected”.

Harleen tilted her head, paying attention to every single word.

“Is there something you liked in particular?”

Arthur lowered his head, trying to think and replay the scene. From the passionate, tenderly patient foreplay to the scandalous and thirsty ride. There were so many good moments to pick one in particular. But then, her voice broke his thoughtful immersion.

“Or maybe was there something you did not like?”

This drew a devilish, naughty grin in Arthur.

"What's not to like about it?” his hand slicking back the fluffy hair, “We fucked like crazy and you ask me if there's something I did not like about it?", the verdant glow turned darker. Harleen rose an eyebrow, expectant. Arthur began to pant and cleared his throat in an almost hilarious way to hide his incipient arousal.

"I couldn't resist... I simply couldn't... because I've been wanting to do those things to you since I saw you--" a chuckle left his mouth at the raw confession. A painful slap on his mouth to quieten down the noise made Harleen immediately sat in case a fit of laughter would tear his throat apart again. Extending her hands to grab his forearms, the violent move shook her long, wet hair which allowed the loner to catch a glimpse of her naked chest.

The fit, thank goodness, never came. Arthur just coughed, waving his hand so any sense of worry Harleen felt would dispel in time. As things settled down, Arthur continued the talk where it left off.

“This—this feels like a very good beginning. But—“ his words concluded but his expression reflected a profound thought he couldn’t put words on yet.

“It’s alright. You can tell me”.

It took a long while to answer. There was almost completely silent if it wasn’t the for the tense breathing that Arthur fought to control.

“You really enjoy doing this to me, do you?”, Arthur embed the green spell his eyes had cast on her.

Harleen’s expression went from amusement to actual surprise. There was more from him to tell her, however. She nodded almost imperceptibly to give him the confidence he needed.

“You never felt uncomfortable with me even when you knew the things I wanted to do to you from the beginning. You let me kiss you, you let me touch you… you were never afraid to show me your body from the first day as you now do” he came closer to her, demanding answers, “until a while ago, I thought I could never awake those reactions on a woman. But I did”. He licked his lips, tilting his head to stare at her, “do you enjoy doing this to me?”

“By saying ’this’ you refer to… provocation?”

“Yes”, Arthur’s tone of voice revealed his relief to finally know the word for the aforementioned action.

Harleen hummed, thoughtful.

“I did not intend to provoke you to torture you. I intended it just to get your attention. You left just before the best part in our first kiss and I’ve been craving you in that way as well since. I wanted you to touch me… yet our caresses did not go beyond a cuddle or a kiss, so I thought that leaving the door unlocked after I arrived from work, wearing a few pretty clothes would give you a hint to come to me so we could be together like that at last”.

Arthur was completely mute at this point.

“But if you feel uncomfortable with me like this, I won’t keep on” she raised her hands in a childish sign of surrender. Arthur shook his head.

“It’s not the fact I don’t want to touch you. It’s… another thing. I know you won’t deny me your body. There are so many things…” he ruffled the disheveled hair in an involuntary move to relax.

“What?”

Arthur sighed, finally finding the courage to voice what troubled him.

“How’s that you don't feel uncomfortable with my condition or—“

“Or…?”

Arthur gulped.

The hardest (and the most perverted) part would come to be verbalised.

“My… appearance?”

“What the fuck is wrong with your appearance?”, Arthur sighed and replied:

“I look old enough to be your father!” the green eyes pierced hers. If only the thought of it was dirty, confessing it was downright indecent. Eyelids were tightened to the point it caused him pain, in a futile attempt to erase any improper thought in which Harleen was the protagonist. However, her voice exploded with loud cackles, splashing the water with open palms. Was she actually laughing at him? He frowned, getting upset and impatient to obtain a good answer.

“And…?” was all she said, much to his chagrin. The puzzled glare did not display satisfaction for his part.

“Doesn’t that… disturb you?”

“In the slightest. It’s actually quite the opposite” she supported her chin on the edge of the bathtub, staring up to him while biting her lip playfully. Then in a false pretension of innocence, she giggled, her hand making a move to tell him to come closer to her.

“That’s one of the many reasons why I like you very, very much”. The sweet sinful sound of the whisper was irresistible to Arthur, whose lids were almost completely closed, jaw slightly dropped. The reality of this situation caught him off guard. It was unbelievable to the point of obscenity and a persistent need to step back from his lewd intentions out of disgust on behalf of common modesty.

“I like you, Arthur Fleck" her face came closer to his and in a manner so typical of her, took his hand to open it from the fist it had reduced to in order to grant it a provocative kiss on his fingers, sliding the bottom lip against them.

Remaining silent and completely hypnotized by the scene, Harleen proceeded to trace invisible lines with the tip of her fingers on the early, harsh wrinkles that were more of a proof of how devastating his life was. It was a testament, a living, bleeding monument of how much cruelty and indifference could drive a man to insanity. Her thumb ran assiduously on his lip scar, which she found gorgeous to look upon. His breath shortened, pupils dilated, blood flowing to his groin.

Her digits now went over those adorable dimples that only increased the odd beauty of his mirthless, worn out face. His eyes moved from one direction to another, trying to cope with this tender attention, closing them eventually, leaving the embarrassment aside. He smiled but her voice shattered the moment.

“How can I judge you for a condition you did not wish to suffer?”, her fingertips ran over the notorious wrinkles in his forehead, “it’s not your fault”.

She admired the subtle silver hair that would make the brown hue fade in time, ending the journey all over his face.

“You find me… attractive?”

“Well of course I fucking do”.

Again, the green menacing eyes had the effect on her.

“What is it that I have that you like so much?”

Murmuring against his lips, she replied:

“You’re oddly attractive” she held his face to reinforce their bond, “and yet you don’t know it” she kissed the lip scar, “of all the men I've been with, no one has looked at me in the way you do".

Arthur set all his focus on the praising words, which served to mend or to relieve a little the inhuman treatment he had received from the world as long as he remembered. There was nothing he could do, except process and replay the words every time a silence took place between them. Kindness seemed a far ghost, a laughable little dream, a cruel joke.

A pause allowed them to hear a few cars passing by, followed by sirens of an ambulance. It didn’t matter, since none of them mentioned it.

"I've never met a man who's been so grateful for a kind greet or a simple smile. I couldn't help it that rainy day you came back from work to talk to you. At first I had an idea about my secret admirer simply being another guy who drooled over my ass. I would have never imagined the man behind my steps was so hungry for affection. Your eyes are an open book, Arthur. I noticed your intentions... and I liked the idea of you and me together like that from that night”.

Arthur directed his hands to her lips, holding the ever persistent, painful question that scarred his psyche:

Was she real?

His hands touched down her jawline and neck. Just a stare and Arthur told her everything. Because, somehow he knew that it was through an intense stare that lovers could tell the most intimate things. He spoke through his body, through dance. But what about sex? What about the act that dazed him so much? She actually understood why he needed intimate contact with such urge. The repression he hated so ardently for being a cruel insult to his ego tasted so differently now that she sated the thirst just to leave him craving for more. He felt… like all the years with no female attention were worth it if the pleasure people would lose their heads about was true.

"I want to make you feel good. It’s what you deserve. And if no one gives you relief, then I’ll gladly do”, she put a curly lock behind his ear.

But before any sparkly iniciative took ahold of his voice to manifest the need to consummate their relationship for a second time, Harleen pronounced, as a pleasant surprise for his intentions:

"Because you know” her gaze was pure, burning lust, “I could use a good fuck right now". Her tone of voice was seductive, though secretive, like confessing a small misdemeanor. His hand was not free from her soft grasp and her teeth gifted it with a tiny nibble. Arthur’s body stiffened, processing the words. However, no reply emerged from his mouth. The attention was entirely drawn to her face. The suggestive smile betrayed her reciprocity related to his intentions. He was so lost with the tantalising promise of more affection that he missed out the loving, yet flirtatious offer Harleen uttered.

"Huh?" Arthur shook his head.

"Come on, I'm bored". Her mouth adopted a puerile pouting in an attempt to persuade him, "I'm bored, play with me".

Harleen crawled out from the bathtub, exposing her bare, wet body for the loner to see. Arthur's breath immediately cut off, his heart galloping wildly. Her milky, marmoreal skin glistened with drops of water which marked thin creeks all her body before the enraptured glance of the loner. This was an erotic image that Arthur could have only dreamt of.

Once again his hands served as the eccentric – and intrusive – instrument to trace the almost invisible, indiscernible line between fantasy and reality while the blonde was only entertained by his obvious, euphoric goodwill to comply her wish. She sat next to him.

"P-play... with you?" He repeated, battling the urge to faint, holding her body in his arms.

"Like you did on the couch with me", her hands held his face gently to kiss it, to then throw her arms to his shoulders, “touch me, Arthur. Touch me. Don’t be afraid”. The mentioned man was unable to pronounce anything, reducing his exploration by touching blindly her waist and back. She continued pressing her nude body, taking delight on watching her Arthur plunged her into a solid, vigorous embrace, absorbing her, holding her nape so hard to not allow her escape, focused on how good her wet hair felt against his chest… as if her bare bossom wasn’t the best part of it.

Harleen slid her fingers over his left shoulder, becoming more familiar with the protruding bone. She placed her hand in the same place where Arthur told her not to. This caused an immediate response from him. As Harleen noticed the horrible, vast bruise all over the right shoulder blade. A gutural groan warned her. She quickly apologized. But Arthur shook his head.

“It’s nothing. People are not precisely kind when they see me at work”.

The dark brown eyebrows arched in a sad expression. Her left arm assured a stable position for what she had in store for him. Arthur had no idea of what it was, but he knew it would be mind-blowing.

“I can make you feel good”, he leaned his head in her forehead. Despite his celibacy was no more, all these touches were still new for him and he wanted to treasure them as much as he could. Air was heavy. The fear of another laughing fit ruining the moment clouded his mind but Harleen didn't seem to notice. The devoted, passionate embrace that held them so close just fed the fire inside him to take things to another level.

Specially when her hand, teasing and avid, slipped above the pants where his manhood had responded to the visual, constant incentive. Fumbling the part to gradually pull down the pants in an enthralling motion that rendered the loner totally speechless. Once the cloth allowed his member to be graced by her hand.

He gasped, jolting at the sensation of the damp but warm hand around his length. It was so unbelievable that just yesterday, that part had met his own contact during years. The rapture again battled with the persistent and its idea that everything was his imagination. Negative thoughts misting the moment. No kind touches except from Penny. But even she seemed aloof, unaware on how much damaged her own son was. This fade away once the caresses grew steadier.

The rhythm of his breathing violently shook his chest up and down. He undid the hug partially to stare at the zone she paid so much attention to. His fully erect hardness receiving such caring treatment was taken straight out of a fantasy. His eyes couldn’stop glaring at the precious sight of the delicate hand going up and down in a maddening sway. He threw his head back, panting.

“Like that--just like that- please. Don’t stop it”, he whispered, holding to the border of the tub, his voice broke out in agonizing moans, varying from groans and hoarse screaming, mixed with very sharp swearing as the building up to the peak made presence as minutes went by. His legs trembled almost uncontrollably, hips thrusting up constantly.

Harleen of course was greedy. Taking advantage of the situation, her mouth sucked the prominence located at his neck to then lick it. Her sensual chuckle vibrated as she slid down the free hand on his convulsed chest, tenderly pressing it to calm down the crazed heartbeat. It didn’t take too long for him to start feeling a vertiginous shiver that expanded all over his groin. Sensing the situation was started to get out of his hands, the blonde rushed in:

“Don’t hold back. Do it”.

Arthur gasped as the climax hit him. He groaned into the air as the fierce hustle concluded. He was shaking, trying to not make a mess. The niveous strings spread all over the floor. Harleen glanced the scene, amazed to see Arthur a little less stressed. He lolled his head back, still pursuing the first intense feeling standing motionless, arms to his side, almost in a trance. Nothing could take the wide smile off him.

A soft massage to his collarbone made the aforementioned man react at last.

“My, my. You’re such a bombshell” Arthur muttered, blatantly ogling her. She smiled, smooching his cheek to quickly get up, much to his surprise. Harleen took a towel to wipe her hands and her body, leading her steps out of the bathroom. The loner was about to protest when she asked:

"Are you waiting for an invitation, Mr. Fleck? Or isn't the sight enough to motivate you to come to bed with me?"

The fascination held him still for a second, thinking the words that echoed in his mind repeatedly while enjoying the blonde's shameless exhibitionism. He turned the lights off as he searched for her. The outside lights prevented a complete darkness in the apartment. The drizzle hit the windows, creating a perfect, almost dreamlike atmosphere.

He had to see her to confirm his yearn could become real. And so, he found her stepping into the promised place, while the towel dried the mane, which seemed longer now, almost reaching the highest part of her thighs. Arthur got rid of his pants immediately.

Just about to reach the other foot to the room, Arthur extended his hand to reach her shoulder so she could turn to face him. Harleen was unable to suppress a surprised expression at the glimpse of his now completely naked body, causing to drop the towel.

Once she called his name, Arthur took her face between his hands to crash his lips on hers, pressing them into his several times to crown the passionate caress leading her in to the bedroom, their bodies entangled, anguished in a needy dance. They almost tripped over but the weak white light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand prevented it. He didn't pay too much attention to the surroundings once his body fell over hers on the bed. It were only them in this moment, and being on top of her unleashed a feverish want his psyche and body were not capable to contain anymore.

"You've chosen wisely, Mr. Fle--" his tongue was so insisting on earning a place inside her mouth that her words didn't come. Not that it bothered her, of course. Arthur’s eyes shone in a different light. It wasn’t just an exciting new hue. His fluffy dark hair, his lean muscles made a combination that made Harleen genuinely think that the man who was just a breath away to possess her wasn’t Arthur. His eyes had become greener. His stare was not only predacious. It gave the impression that he intended to enter not only her body but her soul too.

Harleen extended her hand towards the lamp to sink the room in darkness. She was close to success in her action if it wasn’t for Arthur mimicking it, just to ask her not to.

“It’s more exciting in the dark.”

“Why?”

“Because you only feel. You see nothing”.

Arthur whispered against her mouth:

“But I want to see you”.

Harleen rolled her eyes, laughing.

“Alright then” she chirped. Arthur covered her neck with doubtful kisses, afraid to make a wrong move. He then remembered:

(Like in the couch).

He stopped his course to descend to her chest. Harleen paid extreme attention to his reactions, which drifted from amazement to utter joy.

The man stood quietly, admiring the messy mane at her sides. A pink, bluish disaster covering her chest. The dark sense of dominance proper of a man who finally felt control over his life acquired a lighter shade as he distanced himself from her just enough to appreciate her astonishing beauty. Carefully, he slid a hand to dedicate his attention to the blue strands of hair, curling it around his finger, as he fantasized about for so long.

Harleen did not interrupt at all. This eccentric – but precious - way of communication was also new for her. What started as a simple invitation for a sexual encounter was progressively turning into a passionate discovery about each other. She knew Arthur wasn’t the most experienced man when it came to sex… but his enthusiasm was in no way to be questioned. Actions spoke louder than words.

The pink strands of hair winded around his fingers, uncoiling as his digits made it aside to have a good vision of her uncovered breasts. So focused he was that he did not come to realize Harleen moved her arms to allow him a better access. She looked at those arms. God, those arms. Veiny, hairy, bony. Inhabited by little spots near the elbow. It drew a sharp contrast with the softness of her skin. Soon, she would pay attention to them.

His facial expressions were a wonderful mixture of arousing disbelief and sincere admiration. Arthur seemed to be thoughtful for a few seconds on what he was going to do but he dared to slide his fingers over her collarbone, not leaving any inch of skin untouched. Then, he lowered to the sternum, circling it carefully to direct his ravenous digits to her left breast, studying the orbed part cautiously, examining its shape. The dedicated, paused fondling of it elicited a soft moan from her.

An evil, perverse grimace delineated his lips. Ah, that beautiful, sensual sound resounding again. How could he resist it?

It was with a predatory inflame that Arthur threw himself to pamper the zone with his mouth. The sudden outburst made Harleen grunt for air, grabbing the bedsheets, a violent spasm shaking her legs, making her toes curl. The voracious appetite he devoured the breast was combined with such despair that seemed the act was far from satisfying. Despite she was aware of Arthur's consistent (and certainly disturbing) fixation with female chests, she preferred to stay quiet about it and enjoy the use he gave to such compulsion. He did not restrict it to a simple suckling, as Harleen saw how he nuzzled his face against it to then cover the damp, shiny skin with kisses, sending shivers down her spine.

“Oh, Mr. Fleck… You do know how to put your mouth in use, do you?”, she felt high. As if she had taken a drug.

The flattering words enlivened him to concede the other breast the same treatment and Harleen couldn't stop flailing, now completely taken by the action. The unoccupied hand fondled her belly to pass over the hip to end in her thigh. When his mouth detached from the hardened nipple, he licked all the way up her chest and neck, savouring the salty taste of her sweat, causing Harleen to ragingly rear up. Arthur ascended to face her once more just for her to grasp the strongly angular wrist once his arms found themselves near her waist. He frowned, confused. But his apparent disapproving look contorted to a one of complete flabbergast when Harleen opened her mouth so her tongue would coax his index and middle fingers, oiling them to steer the hand towards her searing feminity. His eyes widened, like a small kid watching in awe a mischievous deed. The absolute lewd look in her eyes erased any logic sense on him, if there was any in first place.

“Sure you want to warm up things first before diving in, do you mr. Fleck?” she spread her legs and Arthur lowered his head, dealing with the joy that overflowed his being.

“Yeah”, his murmur was impatient and euphoric, “I can’t wait to…” he couldn’t say it.

“Come on. Don’t be shy” she chuckled, frisky, “say it”.

“I just can’t wait to do it inside you”. She gladly approved as their hands went on tune on her intimacy. Arthur was startled, “but I don’t… I have never done this to a woman”.

Harleen nodded eagerly.

“Then allow me to show you how”, a toothy, naughty grin was all he got as a reply. He ended up emulating her. The grin was substituted to a temptative whisper:

"There... There". The first touches to become familiar and then to please them. This new action left Arthur completely speechless. A mess of joined hands constantly massaged the silky, wet little space of hers. It didn't had an effect on Harleen only, making the rigid consistency return.

He smirked, evilly, as they took their time. Despite his restiveness, he knew patience would pay off. The caress went over the slick folds which soon would welcome him, kneading it constantly. His slender fingers then began to approach by own initiative, applying what he just had learned. Seconds later, with the same patience, Harleen made him stop precisely at the weakest point of a woman. He sensed a humid nub. As their hands began rubbing it, Arthur noticed it made her body jounce, a chain of gratifying sounds fleeing her throat. He was not able to stop staring at the body part receiving the sweet and lecherous attention, putting more effort into it. Gradually her hand got away to let him take the iniciative now, encircling it.

The uncontrollable tremble that shook her legs made her close her eyes. Arthur stood there, his hand still stimulating her sex as intensely as posible, spellbound, captivated by her reactions. He leaned a bit when her breaths stirred her chest for more air. The blonde panted, trying to look for something to cling to as she was coming to her peak.

“Arthur… I can't—I can’t endure it anym—“ The phrase marked the last thing she could control before the fulminant end. Mellifluous moans came from her mouth, praising him, calling his name repeatedly. He was certainly bewitched at the image. So lost in the ecstasy that only the amatory practice could bring her, Harleen missed the fact Arthur did not blink in any moment, recording obsessively every move.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about” his chuckle causing her insides quiver. He loved how her muscles twitched on his hand, priding himself on the magnificent reaction he had caused on her.

Arthur patiently awaited for her to regain her breath before the best part would take place. He placed his hands at her sides to remain firm, his muscles tense and strong as a rock, marking the defined biceps Harleen loved so much. She opened her eyes just in the right moment when the hungry loner expected to end the hunger that harmed their souls so much.

Harleen caressed his cheeks with the backs of her hands. Arthur leaned so their foreheads would touch. It was a torture for him as well. He placed a hand on her hip, sliding it down to the inner thigh, aligning his stiffened arousal in her entrance, brushing the sensitive nub with his tip. The tease took her breath away, making her spine twist.

"Oh, God… please… please…", her vision blurred, her senses numb.

"I know"

"Please!" She begged, "I need you inside of me, please". The hopelessness in her voice did not manage to act immediately but it certainly had a great impact on him. The fear of not being capable of carrying the dominance now sparked a furious, impetuous need to silence the voices that insisted he wasn’t man enough to please a woman.

Through a furious, vehement move, Arthur finally made his way inside her, a sharp hiss and a vivid expression of sexual bliss seizing his facial features. He abruptly shut his eyes at the tight inner grip, lips slightly parted, hearing Harleen let out a long, languishing moan. She arched her back, squirming beneath him. Arthur smiled, extremely pleased at the erotic reaction while still trying to find a more comfortable angle to keep doing his part. He wanted more, however, and he was gonna manifest it by holding her chin in his thumb and index finger. Harleen opened her eyes while Arthur awaited her reaction as she received him fully. Taking a deep breath, he managed to open his eyes to cherish the fantastic view of her trying to handle his hard length making a place inside the best way she could. She held his head, carefully tugging his curls.

Invader and invaded stared at each other.

"Take your time... We're not in a rush". The calm words soothed the anxiety prior to sex but the pleasure the act had to offer them rushed him to resume their act: Arthur deepened the insertion into her hot, velvety intimacy. Harleen gasped while becoming used to his presence inside of her, taking utter delight in the raw feeling of her warm walls adjusting to the intrusion, sensing every nerve shuddering and throbbing around him. Her mouth was open, yet no words were articulated. Maybe because they weren’t necessary.

As for the loner, his vocal expressions of pleasure went from a heavy gasp, then to a loud groan to a thunderous moan.

"Fuck---!" Arthur cried out, while struggling to form a coherent word but he was way too aroused to dedicate energy to other action, except for moaning against each other's mouth, never breaking eye contact.

The first few seconds following their fleshes fully merging into one, Arthur experimented with paused and insecure moves, afraid to hurt her if he ever accelerated the pace but also afraid to ridicule himself if he’d last less than one minute. His slow thrusts allowed a better way to cope with the overwhelming, tight heat that kept their privacies tied together. He caught an steady rhythm that finally eased down. Sliding in and out, down and forward. Just two individuals who tried to bond despite their differences.

“Y—You”, Harleen suddenly pronounced herself. Arthur huffed for air as he paid attention, “you feel… you feel so good inside me”.

“I can--, I can tell”, he could hardly articulate.

Pressing his body against hers, Harleen whispered:

“We really lost a lot of time, did we?”

She let her hands, avidly and blindly, over his chest and collarbone as his hips, by mere sexual instinct, insisted on a faster, harder pace. To increase his confidence and to let him know she enjoyed it, her legs pressed his hips. For a moment, Arthur stopped, taking the opportunity to regain all the air in heavy pants. Harleen held his face, making aside the curly, sweaty locks that formed over his face. His aroused but exhausted expression was a delight to see.

“I swear to God—“ his ragged breath made his voice sound raspy, “if you keep doing that—“ another difficult exhaling move, “I won’t last too long”.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to”.

"I'm not upset" his shortened breath intake aroused her just as much his insertion did.

The rain intensified. Drops clashed against the window. It proved to be a pleasant background sound as the two lovers expressed their feelings through their bodies. Arthur certainly had the time of his entire fucking life engulfing himself in her over and over and over again. The rhythm worked perfectly slow for the two of them as they slid together, in perfect harmony, over the bed. The pace that carried them away from sanity was combined with passionate, wet kisses, sometimes tugging on his bottom lip and tangling her tongue in his mouth, kissing him behind the earlobe, whispering sensual words.

Arthur had the perfect gift to reaffirm his existence and Harleen’s whispery voice calling his name just ended up pushing him deeper and deeper. Where did he suddenly become so strong to hold on for so long? He’d never know.

Between moans and kisses, Harleen returned the passionate gestures with a strong, bloody scratch in his ribs. Arthur broke the kiss with a loud, pleased groan, responding to the scratch with a harsh thrust. Harleen screamed beneath him. Arthur, lightheaded by the sexually charged response, just stood still, trying to not give in to the already close peak of the act.

Harleen was ready to make clear how much the sudden irruption had upset her when she heard an unintelligible mumble.

"Uhh. What?" Harleen could hardly heard his petition.

"Do that again", he whispered. The frown on her eyebrows revealed how much puzzled she was.

"Do wha--?”

The harsh thrust took her by surprise, as expressed by the intoxicating sound that made Arthur so infatuated. As he delighted in the joy of obtaining exactly what he wanted, Harleen heard a a sweet, malevolent whisper:

"That’s better...". It ghosted his lips, more to himself. He supported entirely on his arms, to keep on the rough onslaught. Those screams were music to his ears and he had plenty of reasons on why he deserved to hear more of them when he believed she had something else to say.

The blonde mouthed. And Arthur read her lips.

(Harder)

Harleen placed her hands at the sides of her head, abandoning herself to Arthur‘s mercy. She wanted it? She would get it. Another plea gone with the air, an arm on the matress reinforcing the pace to make it rougher and rougher. She felt she was unable to speak his name anymore, not knowing what aroused her the most: if having him inside her or hearing his assiduous effort to breathe through the final and most exciting part of their act.

Exhaling aggressively, Arthur hung on to the mattress to harden the already brutal slamming that had reduced Harleen to an incoherent mess. His jaw dropped as the pleasure was becoming unbearable, growling as he leaned his head to keep closer to her. His arm was a key to maintain the disastrous rhythm as unrestrained but steady, grasping the wood which mattress was made of. The limb showed hard lines, ligaments standing out of the skin.

She legitimately thought, in a short moment of lucidity, that his arm would end up breaking it down. Neither of them heard a furious knocking on the wall, asking them to quiet down their sounds. Even if they did, they wouldn't care. Harleen sensed he'd love the idea of the whole building hearing their scandal.

When the excessive sensitivity down there traced a faint line between pain and pleasure, her moans echoed louder and louder, pushing Arthur to his limit.

“Look at me”

It was hard to keep eyes open at this point. Harleen did her best but Arthur mistook it as another little game of hers.

“Look at me”, he hissed.

She inhaled deeply, turning her head towards him.

“Look at me!” he yelled, desperate.

She quickly did as he demanded.

“Look at me when it happens”, he was not angry, despite the fierce, crazed stare suggested otherwise.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” he hissed under his breath, trying to keep up with the rampant search for release despite how much exhausting it proved to him. He wasn’t willing to be defeated: his hands fell to her sides to pound faster and more erratically, almost tearing the bedsheets. Harleen was unable to speak now, restricting to whimpers that granted him an inconmensurable feeling of power.

Then it happened. It caught him sooner than he initially had intended, but that didn't make it any less delightful. The blonde screamed his name at the top of her lungs as the spectacular orgasm hit her.

That was too much for him to bear.

One more enthusiastic, desperate thrust and it was over. Harleen had no control over her reaction, imprisoning him completely with her legs and arms crossed over his body. A hot attempt to retain her lover, clenching as hard as she could possibly do. They shared a fleeting gaze as he spilled himself in a wave of nervous, uncontrollable convulsions that spurred his nerves. She would never forget the expression that moulded by the moment: his face was an authentic, vivid expression of ecstasy. His eyes closed, catching air, sweating profusely, rebellious locks falling down. The desperation in his voice diminished to a pleasured groan to a exhausted, but satisfied series of sighs. He finally collapsed on top of her, hiding their faces in each other's neck.

“Easy…” she muttered while Arthur bathed in his newfound masculinity. She knew the magnitude of his enrapture when he displayed no reaction at all when she caressed his hair.

Arthur was enjoying his blissful release inside her, memorising every little sensation. The soft sighs escaping his mouth made her believe he had finally lost the little touch he had left with reality.

He still wanted more, though. Arthur refused to break the physical bond, not getting over the warmth narrowing around him, looking for more thrills, seed still dripping.

“You’re hard to quit” Arthur hissed, breathless.

“I'm not asking you to ”, and both laughed.

Harleen untangled a few curls, enjoying how they recoiled to their original form, emptiness replacing the fullness of his presence once he was gone. Laying on their sides to face each other, now under the blankets. The water falling in the sky helped them to concile slumber.

"I'll be hardly out of you after this, Harleen" was the last thing she heard before lights were off.

________________________________________

It was cold. It was wednesday and the train was full. Arthur had gone early to his weekly therapy with the social worker. Once he reached the building, waiting in the hallway. He smoked a cigarette, journal on the inner part of his hoodie, a confident smirk lining his lips.

The grimace did not change at all when he got into the office, greeting her and taking a seat. It started with the usual 'how's your job?', 'are you having negative thoughts?'. Arthur replied more confidently, without avoiding eye contact as he always did. The worker noted immediately a dark, evil glint in his eyes. He couldn't stop smiling just as he couldn't see how much his new attitude unsettled her. She decided to ask for his journal, asking if there was something wrong or different. Arthur just took another long drag of his cigarette, smiling to himself.

Once the copybook was handed to her, the worker noticed a brief, new sentence along a photograph of a beautiful young woman whose platinum hair showed different colours from the half down. She was dressed in a short red dress and smiled.

She read outloud the phrase written in red. Arthur had to suppress a cackle to not get too much attention from her. He deducted by her expression she did not understand it but he did not expect her to.

“I’m prod of mysel”.

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Inferno - An Ateez Seven Deadly Sins Series (Pride)

Idol(S): Ateez

Genre: Demon!Ateez, Smut(eventually)

Part to this series: 2

Warnings: Mentions of murder, details of murder, smut, femdom, facesitting, mentions of death, assault, foul language (Sorry if I forget any! It’s a long chapter I wrote over the course of a week)

Note: This series does NOT reflect any member of Ateez or their personality realistically. This is pure fiction.

Word Count: 6,867

I’M POSTING THIS DURING RAMADAN SO I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD SAY THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR RAMADAN. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING AT THIS TIME (OR AT ALL) AND RAMADAN MUBARAK!

Hongjoong and the boys all gathered at the side of the office where a large armoire stood tall in the center.

“Pride, once I open the portal, just jump through and you will land in New York City. Once your feet hit the ground, time will start ticking, so make sure to keep tabs on the days.” Hongjoong said, preparing the opening process.

“Do I need to take anything with me? Just the file?” Pride asked.

“Just the file. When you arrive, you’ll have everything you need on your person. Things like groceries and toiletries can be bought once you’re there. Don’t fret if she’s apprehensive at first, I gave you a challenge for a reason. Sarina doesn’t just warm up to anyone.”

“Joong, I can get her. You don’t have to worry. After all, it’s me.” He remarked, adjusting his jacket.

“Show off.” Envy rolled his eyes.

“Who wouldn’t show off all this?” Pride asked.

“I need silence.” Hongjoong said sternly. He approached the armoire, raising his hand in front of him. He spoke, eyes shut tightly.

“Due to the nature of this task, I hereby release the Deadly Sin Pride from the depths of hell for the next seven days. On the eve of the seventh day, he is to return with his assignment. It is for this reason I will open the threshold separating the two worlds.”

The armoire doors swung open, an electrifying blue ring of light erupting from the center.

“Pride, good luck once again, and do not disappoint me.”

Pride nodded, giving the rest of his brothers a nod goodbye and walked through the portal. The light flashed, enveloping him and the armoire doors slammed shut promptly after he walked through.

“Welp, he’s gone. What now?” Sloth asked.

Hongjoong shrugged. “We wait. I’ll check on him on the 3rd day, so you’re all free to join me when that happens. Until then, he’s on his own.”

Pride felt the sensation of freefalling until his boots hit hardwood. He looked around to see he was standing in a fully furnished condominium. File still in tote, he flipped through the pages.

Name: Sarina Thomas

Age: 21

Occupation: Bartender at the Bluemist Lounge

Relationship Status: Single

Family: Mother, 2 younger siblings; Relationship nonexistent, Father deceased

Likes: Art, body modifications, trying new foods, drinking, fucking, occasional smoking

Dislikes: Men, love, fragile masculinity

Kinks: Femdom, Rigger, Ballbusting, Humiliation, Praise, Degradation, etc.

Pride squinted as the list of kinks went on and on. Hates men, huh? No wonder she was his assignment. It takes someone who’s sure of himself to get past that. He realized his pockets felt heavier, remembering Hongjoong’s talk about everything he needed would be on his person.

He dug through them, finding a set of keys, presumably from the apartment he’s in. A wallet, with various credit cards in them and an ID, all of which said the same name.

Jeong Yunho

He grimaced at the name, memories of his past life flooding back. The nerdiness and glasses, the low self-esteem, the bullying, the constant badgering, the night he snapped.

The wallet had some cash in it, along with the pins to the cards inside. The keys had a keychain with the address to the condo: 1 Park Place.

He moved to the kitchen. It was empty but fully furnished with a fridge and appliances. Pride, or Yunho as he now had to refer to himself as, figured he’d wasted enough time looking around. It was time to find his target and see what he was working with.

It was dark outside as he exited the building, the phone he found in his back pocket stated 11:30. If he left now, he’d make it to the lounge just in time for the ambiance to pick up, when people tend to move to the dancefloor, and leave the bartender alone.

He plugged in the name of the lounge into Google and decided to catch a cab. He paid the cabbie and got off 15 minutes later, paying the fee at the door and slipping past the sweaty, dancing bodies heading straight for the bar.

There she was, wiping down glasses. Her large crown of curls adorned her face like a mane. She had a nose piercing and tattoos peppered along her chestnut arms. She had on a sleeveless shirt with slashes down the front and high waisted jeans. Yunho made it to the bar, settling onto an empty stool.

“Got room for one more customer?” He asked.

Sarina looked him up and down, observing his crisp white button-down and black slacks. He shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck.

“What fortune 500 company office did you stumble out of?” She asked, putting the glasses away. “We’re pretty far away from Wall St.”

Yunho furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn’t sure what Wall St was, but it sounded like she thought he was a businessman. Was it the clothes?

“None, actually. I don’t have an office.” He said truthfully. “My line of work is...unorthodox.”

“Oh? Enlighten me, then.” She said, taking out a clean glass. “Also, what can I get you?”

“Jack Daniels, please. Honey.” He watched her reach for a bottle in the rack behind her. “I guess you can say I’m in charge of…very valuable shipments.”

“Valuable? Like diamonds and shit?” She asked, sliding the glass towards him. “Card, please. All cards are held as agreement to pay your tab.”

Yunho nodded, reaching for his wallet. Pulling out a black card, he slid it across the table. “Yeah, diamonds are possible. Usually whatever the boss says.”

“Someone like you, that walks like he shits roses, isn’t his own boss?”

Yunho shrugged. “What’s wrong with being the right-hand man? Besides, the boss never gets to have fun.”

“Really? What kind of fun do you have?” She asked, pouring herself a glass of Jack Daniels as well.

“Going back and forth with beautiful women is always fun.”

Sarina rolled her eyes. “Figured you’d say that. Listen, if you think I’m going to get flustered and dance into your bed, you can take that idea and shove it up your-”

Yunho put his hand up, stopping her before she went any further. “I don’t think any of that. You said it yourself, I think highly of myself. If I were trying to just fuck you, I would’ve said that a while ago. Don’t get so defensive. I’m an angel.” He smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

Sarina shook her head. “Something tells me that’s a lie.”

She had no idea how right she was.

Yunho and Sarina talked back and forth up until closing, but not before exchanging numbers. Yunho even waited with her until her Uber arrived. He made a mental note to download the app. He made his way back to the condo, showering and getting into bed in just a pair of boxers. After texting Sloth through an app he found on the phone, he decided to call it a night.

He woke up around noon. Realizing he didn’t have any groceries, he decided to get dressed and go shopping. Remembering what Sarina said, he checked to see if the closet had any clothes besides his suit he always wore back home. Opening the closet, he saw all kinds of clothing. Jeans, shorts, tees and hoodies in his size. Considering it was kind of hot when he went out last night, he opted for a black and white striped tee with jeans. He found some white converse on the floor and put those on too. His hair had fully air dried from his shower, so he left it as it was. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he headed out, googling the closest supermarket.

He took a cart from the entrance and made his way through the aisles, picking up random things. It was mainly things he could microwave or boil quickly; he wasn’t much of a cooker. While trying to decide on a soda, he noticed a familiar set of arms reaching for a bottle of juice on the top shelf. Yunho watched as she cutely jumped, but the bottle was just too high up.

Yunho came up behind her. “I got it.” He said, lowering the bottle to her reach.

Sarina sighed. “Thanks, but I never asked for he-” She paused, seeing who it is. “Hey, I know you. You stalking me?”

Yunho smiled. “I guess I should’ve led with my name last night. I’m Yunho.”

“Yunho, I’m Sarina. Everyone calls me Rina.” She said, and Yunho had to nod like he didn’t already know. “What brings you around here?”

“Well, I have zero groceries so I had to stock up.”

Sarina glanced at his cart. “Looks like you don’t own a stove either. What’s with all the microwaveables?”

Yunho smiled. “I’m not the best cook so, this is what I’m working with.”

Sarina shook her head. “Men.”

“You could come over and teach me a thing or two? Make sure I don’t burn down my kitchen?”

“Come into a man’s bachelor pad by myself? You’re asking me for a lot, Yunho.”

“Understood. A random guy walks up to your bar, strikes up conversation then pops up on you in the juice aisle of Whole Foods, and invites you to his house. For all you know I could be some serial killer that wants to skin you alive. I expect a self-assured woman like yourself to be cautious at all times. But I can assure you, I just want to know you.”

“Why me?” Sarina asked, observing his outfit. A sharp contrast from last night. Maybe not Fortune 500 after all.

“Why not? I just got to town and I can tell you’re the most intriguing one here.”

“Just got to town? From where?” She asked.

“From…down south.” Yunho quipped.

“Like Texas?” She cocked her head to the side.

“Something like that.” Yunho reached for a bottle of Sprite, placing it in the cart.

“Your answers are so clipped. You’re like a mystery.”

“Maybe if you came over, you’d be able to peel back some layers.” He answered, looking at the snacks.

“You don’t quit, do you? What do I get if I go?” Sarina taunted.

“You get to spend time with an amazing guy.”

“You’re very prideful, you know?”

“You have no idea.” Yunho pursed his lips. “So, is that a yes?”

Sarina contemplated. “That is an ‘I’ll take a chance on you.’” She said, turning her cart around to walk in the same direction as Yunho.

While online, Sarina noticed Yunho had a lot of stuff. “Did you bring a shopping cart?”

“Nope, I can carry it. It’s not too far.”

She stared incredulously. “You can put the frozen things and the soda in my cart. Don’t break your back trying to be a macho man.”

They walked back to Yunho’s building and made it to his apartment.

“For someone who does shipping, you live pretty lavish. I can tell your company ain’t no FedEx.” She walked into the kitchen. “Wow, when you said your kitchen was empty you weren’t kidding. How recently did you move?”

“Pretty recent, I’ve just been ordering food. I finally went shopping since I feel like I’m gaining weight.”

“That’s what you look like when you’re gaining weight? I’m jealous. Well, we don’t have all day so let’s get cooking!”

They spent the whole afternoon together, cooking, eating, and having fun. Yunho found out Sarina’s family doesn’t talk to her because she’s blamed for her father’s death. Common drunk trait: Oversharing.

“I had just gotten off the phone with him; it was a really nasty argument. So, he decided to drive over to my apartment. This was around the time I was in bartending school, and I lived nearby campus. He wasn’t obeying the laws of the road. Rammed straight into an 18-wheeler. Died on impact.”

“And your mom thinks that’s your fault?”

“Basically. Says that had I not argued with him or gotten him agitated he wouldn’t have been on the road that night and he’d still be here. After the funeral, she said she never wanted to see me again. That to her, I died when he did.”

Yunho sighed. This wasn’t something he missed about being a human. Whether it was Lust upsetting a girl in town by stringing her along, or Greed stealing from the neighbors for the fifth time that week, in Inferno you either fessed up to what you did or Hongjoong made you. And in the end, no one felt guilty. Not just because they were demons, but because Inferno was a shameless environment. You didn’t fear guilt because you were already expected to behave like shit.

“I hope you know that’s bullshit,” Yunho said, continuing when she just shrugged. “Everything happens for a reason. What I say next might be insensitive but had he not passed away that day, or even if you had not argued that day, death is inevitable. It would have found him eventually. And that’s not on you.” He said, taking a swig of cognac.

“What about you?”

Yunho rested his head in his palm. “What about me?”

“I feel like you’ve gotten to know so much about me, but I know nothing about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Something. Anything. Your story.”

Yunho sighed. “Well, I can say that growing up, I wasn’t always this confident or sure of myself.”

“How come?”

“I was a dorky little kid, brown hair, and glasses. Kept to myself and stuttered a lot, so I was the butt of the jokes. My books in the toilet, spitballs, punching, kicking, shoving. The whole package. I lived in a small town in North Carolina, and there weren’t many options to go to school, so the bullying continued all through junior year of high school.”

“What happened senior year?”

Yunho hesitated, not wanting to admit what really happened. He had already said too much. “I moved to the city. Continued my education there. Met my boss there, began entry-level in the company, errands, and shit. Made my way to right-hand man.” He shrugged, pouring himself another glass.

“Well, I’m glad you were able to overcome that. It takes strong people to come out on the other side of harassment. I’m proud of you.” Sarina smiled. “It’s so weird, I just met you less than 24 hours ago, but I feel so drawn to you. It’s like a magnet is pulling me your way.”

“Be careful talking to me that way,” Yunho muttered, his voice dropping slightly. “I’m still a man, after all.”

Sarina rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t meant for you to take that way. Be a gentleman, Yunho.”

After cleaning up, it was time for Sarina to go. She still had all her groceries with her, after all. Yunho walked her back to her building, agreeing for her to come over to his place before her shift. On his walk back, he heard a ding from his phone.

It was a message from Hongjoong. “Be up early tomorrow. Your brothers and I will video chat you in the morning. Need to know your 3-day progress.”

Yunho chuckled. “Okay, mom.” He texted back, before resuming his walk back. He went straight to bed, knowing Hongjoong would call at the crack of dawn.

Yunho’s phone woke him up at 6:00am. Suddenly, his brothers all popped up on his screen.

“Hi, Pride!” Sloth beamed.

Yunho smiled. “Hey, Sloth. How’s it going?”

“Boring. No one else hangs with me down here.”

“What’s so great about hanging out with Pride? I hung out with you last night!” Envy said.

“You sat in my room for 15 minutes and complained about all the things you want but can’t have.” Sloth said.

Envy rolled his eyes. “High standards.” He muttered.

“Yunho, how are things going with Sarina?” Hongjoong asked.

“I think it’s going great. We hung out yesterday, and she’s coming over again today. Then, from here we’ll head to her job. At this rate, I should be able to talk to her about the mission in a couple of days.”

Hongjoong nodded. “That’s what I like to hear. I believe you will complete your tasks with no errors. Take notes, gentlemen. Trust is essential in the process.”

“Rooting for you, Pride!” Gluttony asked bowl of cereal in tote.

Gluttony, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t eat breakfast during the call.” Hongjoong stated, exasperated.

“What breakfast? This is a snack!” Gluttony emphasized.

Hongjoong sighed. “Pride, before you go, I should warn you. When the time is right for you to tell Sarina the truth, your representative color will glow from your chest. This is basically a warning that if you don’t take the opportunity, your success rate drops by at least 50%. So, if you glow, start talking. The same will happen for each of you, so keep it in mind when your time comes. Pride, don’t screw this up. And most importantly, when she asks, tell her everything. I’ll see you when you get back.”

After a collective “Bye, Pride!” from the council, the call ended. Yunho fell into a deep sleep shortly after. He got up from bed a couple hours later, stretching his arms to the sky. He poured himself a bowl of cereal, checking the time. It was half-past 11, Sarina should be on her way soon. He showered after eating, changing into some fresh clothes. An hour later, there was no sign of her so he decided to cook some rice and chicken, the same way she taught him so they’d have something to eat when she did pop up. Time stretched along and still no sign of Sarina. He texted her, letting her know he was waiting. Perhaps she forgot?

More time past and Yunho got worried. It was almost time for her shift to start, and she still had not shown up. Glancing at his phone, he saw she never opened his text either. Checking the file, there were no other places she frequented besides her house, work, and the supermarket, especially at this hour. So, either something happened, or she was avoiding him.

Slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys, he headed out of the house. He reached the curbside and stuck his arm out.

“TAXI!”

He tossed the guy a twenty and stormed into the club, completely ignoring the bouncer. He scanned the room, full of people enjoying happy hour. No sign of Sarina. Instead, the bartender was an older guy, probably early 30s. Yunho slammed his hands down onto the counter.

“Where is she?” He asked.

“Where’s who?” The guy asked although he seemed to know exactly what Yunho meant.

“Sarina.”

The guy shrugged. “Not here. She doesn’t live here, you know.” He chuckled. “Why? You got a crush?” He laughed again, halting abruptly when he saw a glint of purple in his brown eyes.

“Well, if you see her, tell her I’m worried and I came looking for her,” Yunho said sweetly, sarcasm clear in his voice. He turned around and walked out of the establishment.

He didn’t see the bartender text, “He just left.”

Defeated, he headed back to his apartment, figuring it was best to just let her rock for the night and check on her again in the morning. It’s not like they were dating, right? Maybe he was just being paranoid.

Sighing as he entered the house, he removed his jacket before locking the door.

“AH!” He groaned as he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder blade. Looking over, he saw a butcher knife lodged into his back. He furrowed his eyebrows. Was he being robbed?

“Who the fuck are you?” A hostile voice said.

“Sarina?” Yunho asked, walking into the living room.

“Don’t come any closer, I have more knives.” She said, backing up.

Yunho reached back, pulling the knife out of his back with a grunt. He threw it on the floor. “What are you talking about? I told you. I’m Yunho.”

“I figured you would say that.” Sarina balled up a paper and tossed it at him. “16-year old Jeong Yunho found guilty on several counts of premeditated murder in the first degree in a courtroom in Northampton, NC. Jeong’s victims were found lifeless in their homes with multiple lacerations and acid burns to their skulls, torsos, and legs. The arms of his victims were never found, but it is speculated he broke them before severing-”

“OKAY. Okay, I get it. Enough.” Yunho raised his arm.

“Don’t upset me more. Before I give you another gash.” She warned.

Yunho scoffed, taking his shirt off and showing her his clean, unscathed back. “What gash?”

She blinked in disbelief. “That’s impossible. That was in your back! You pulled it out!”

“Sarina, just let me explain…”

“No! This doesn’t make any sense. This article says you were sixteen in 1990. It’s 2020.”

Yunho’s chest, as if on cue, began to glow a vivid purple. The light shone brightly from his chest, illuminating the entire room. Then, just as quick as it had shone, it diminished into nothing.

“This just keeps getting even weirder. Did you just fucking glow?”

“Alright, Sarina. Listen closely because I’m going to answer your questions. In my childhood, I was bullied for the smallest of reasons. My family wasn’t as well-off as the rest of the town, with my father being the local garbage man, struggling to make ends meet. For the most part, I put up with the taunting, name-calling, having food thrown at me, drinks dumped on me. But the last straw was Daisy Krasdale. Daisy moved to town junior year. I was excited. Finally, someone who didn’t know me since I was in diapers; someone who didn’t see me as just the garbage man’s son. She actually spoke to me nicely, walked the halls with me, wasn’t embarrassed to call me her friend, sat with me in class, and lunch. I finally had someone on my side.” He smiled, reminiscing. “Until Johnny, my main bully ruined it. I was getting ready to head to the movies with Daisy, it was the first time I’d ever go. No one ever wanted to go with me, and I didn’t have the balls to go alone. I was heading out the door when I found a cassette on my doorstep. It was labeled ‘She’s not coming, loser.’ Something told me to take it upstairs and watch it, so I did. It was a sextape. Johnny and Daisy, in bed together. She was screaming for him, while he kept telling her to ‘forget that loser.’ We can both guess who the loser was. At that point, I had had enough. The only person who made me feel seen. Just ripped away from me by some bully. That was the day I changed my focus.” Yunho moved to the couch, taking a seat. “You can sit, you know.” He said to Sarina.

“Thanks, I’ll stand. Just keep going.” She shifted her weight.

Yunho shrugged. “Okay. Well, that day, I actually went to see the movie. Alone. House Party, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. It was-what was the word back then? Bitchin’. So, the next week, I went to school like normal. I didn’t talk to Daisy, no matter how many times she tried apologizing. She claimed it was a moment of weakness. I thought she was full of shit. So, I went to school, went home, then went into the basement and conjured up my own homemade hydrofluoric acid. It’s a very easy recipe, Though I’m sure you wouldn’t want to know the details. I produced gallons of it. Stored it under the stairs until Friday. I stayed in my room until 8pm, feigning a stomachache so my mother would leave me alone. She was a sweet woman, married incredibly too young. Anyways, I waited until she had gone to bed to sneak back out. My dad worked early mornings, so he always slept early. I loaded my concoction into my dad’s truck and made it to my first victim’s house. Ritchie Clark, Johnny’s best friend. Well, more like minion. Did everything he asked. He was in his room, studying. I made my way into his bedroom, shoving a bag over his head. It’s funny how quick the tough guys go soft when defenseless. I dragged him out of his house and into the back of the truck. The next guy was Max Turner, and the way I captured him was vaguely similar, but the best part? Johnny. He had just fucked another girl he wouldn’t call back and taken a shower. I was waiting for him behind his bedroom door when he came back in. I bashed him in the head with a wooden bat, before bagging and loading him up too. To this day, I don’t remember how I got all three of them out of the houses that easily. Perhaps I was too delirious to even realize someone did see me. I drove them out to the docks. No one was ever out there at that time of night, so it was the perfect place. I dragged them all out to the pier, removing their bags. They immediately became furious when they saw who it was. Calling me all sorts of insults and shouting threats, until they saw the ginormous canister I had next to me. I made sure to put my gloves on before splashing Johnny on the foot, his skin sizzling upon contact. He screamed into the night, the pier immediately smelling of human flesh. I’ll spare you the details that weren’t in that article, but yes, I burned them to a crisp, created dozens of lacerations and severings. Then, I disposed of their arms, went home, showered, and got into bed.”

“Yunho, where did you put their arms? No one’s ever found them.” Sarina asked, wanting to run but couldn’t move.

“Really? All that info and that’s your question? Well, does it really matter now? It’s been 30 years. And I haven’t even told you the best part. The next morning, Northampton was in for the shock of their lives when three young bodies were found by the water, burned beyond recognition. They began asking around to see who were the last people the boys hung out with were, trying to create a timeline. Of course, I was never thought of. We weren’t even friends. Until it clicked. Who would want these boys dead more than the kid whose life they made impossible? They did a comparison of the tires of my dad’s truck to the tracks found at the pier and sure enough, they were a match. The police stormed into my room, expecting me to be standing there with an assault rifle or something. I was just having a burger with fries my mom made. They read me my rights, blah blah blah. I didn’t deny it. Didn’t flinch, didn’t cry. I just asked to be able to finish my burger. They didn’t have anything like it where I was going. I was taken to the local precinct awaiting trial, where I was tried as an adult and sentenced to death. I spent the next five years on death row in a maximum-security facility. My case was highly televised, so inmates knew of me and left me alone for the most part. It was the most peace I had felt in my life. They questioned me for years over those damn limbs. Bribing me with the chance to get off of death row if I helped them. Bunch of pigs, all of them. They thought I’d help them after all my reports of assault and harassment fell on silent ears? I told them to go fuck themselves. So, they pushed up my execution date.”

“So, how did you escape?” Sarina asked, her hand still tightly gripping the knife in her bag.

“That’s the thing, Sarina. I didn’t. Two days before my 22nd birthday, I was strapped to a chair, in front of a room full of people. The families of the deceased, my parents, random kids I went to school with, and Daisy. Sweet, friendly, foolish Daisy. She mouthed ‘Why?’ to me as I was executed by lethal injection.”

“Yunho, listen to yourself. You’re crazy. How can you sit there and tell me you were executed when you’re sitting right in front of me?”

“You really don’t get it, do you? What pissed the town off so much wasn’t that I killed those guys. It was the fact I didn’t regret it. Not once did I feel shame or remorse for what I had done. In fact, I was proud of myself. I laughed as I felt the poison infiltrate my veins. I woke up in this really hot place. For a second I thought I dreamt the whole execution and was shipped off to Texas. Until a guy picked me up off the floor, took me to his house, bathed and fed me, and gave me a new name.” Yunho stood up, walking towards Sarina. His eyes glowed purple like his chest, and his veins lit up like a motherboard.

“I’m Deadly Sin Pride, the Fiend of excessive self-confidence.”

“Yunho, I said stay AWAY,” Sarina said, piercing him with the knife in her hand. She lodged it into his left pec.

“Ouch. That would hurt if there was still a heart there.” Yunho pulled the knife out and, just like before, the wound closed up, leaving no mark.

“What the fuck?”

“NOW do you believe me? If I had wanted to kill you, don’t you think I would’ve already done that? Why go to your job, get to know you, invite you to my house, by yourself, for hours? Harming you was never my intention.”

“Then why? Why go through all this trouble?”

Yunho sighed, his eyes softening back into the dark brown Sarina was used to. “I’ve been assigned a mission.”

“To do what?”

To take you back home with me.”

“So, your brother, who’s literally the ruler of hell, sent you back to Earth to get me, bring me back to hell, in order to help the imbalance of the sexes?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Yunho shrugged. After hearing him out, Sarina decided to stay. Despite hearing all he had done, she realized he wasn’t the same guy as before, and that he acted out based on circumstances. She may not agree with it, but she can look past it considering how long it had been, and technically, he paid for his crime.

“But I’d never be able to see my family again.”

“Not to literally play devil’s advocate, but you’re on Earth right now, and you don’t see your family.”

Sarina rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant.” She pondered it. “If you complete two conditions, I’ll go.”

“Which are?” Yunho asked.

“The first one,” Sarina said, leaning into him, “You let me dom you.”

“Dom? Like in sex?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, in sex, stupid. You’re so full of yourself, so calm and collected, I wanna see you lose control just once.”

Yunho sighed. Well, if it meant getting his mission completed, he could let her take the reins.

“Okay.”

So this is how Yunho found himself in Sarina’s bed, tied to the headboard, wearing nothing but a blindfold and a cock cage, panting heavily.

Sarina climbed on top of him, kissing him, her kisses leading down to his neck and chest. Yunho groaned as he began to harden, his cock feeling the restraints of the cage.

Sarina climbed up further, her thighs on each side of his face as she lowered herself gently. Yunho’s lips found her clit expertly, devouring her pussy with fervor.

“Mmm, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this. You underneath me, tied to the bed, with a face full of pussy.” She said, grinding onto his face as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Yunho wanted so badly to reach out and grab her, but she tied him up so well he was unable to budge. He alternated from circling her clit to sliding his tongue deep inside, keeping her on edge. Sarina’s fingers weaved into his hair, tugging slightly, causing Yunho to moan. The closer Sarina got to orgasm, the harder Yunho got and the more restraint was put on his penis.

Sarina’s legs started to twitch, her hips stuttering. “Shit, baby. Stick out your tongue.”

Yunho obeyed, and Sarina bucked her hips against the wet muscle, lost in her arousal. Sarina panted heavily, “Yunho, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my face,” Yunho said, his voice muffled by the current predicament.

Sarina’s eyes bolted shut, her knuckles going pale from gripping the headboard. All her actions halted suddenly, her body spazzing as she gasped loudly. “Oh shit, shit, shit.”

She groaned when Yunho continued sucking, causing her sensitivity.

She slid back down, kissing Yunho again. “You did so well, baby. I think you deserve a reward.” She smiled so mischievously, Yunho pondered if she was the deadly sin in this pairing.

He gasped as she removed the cock cage, his cock springing loose and growing harder sans restraints.

“Shit…” He muttered as he felt Sarina take him into her mouth, the lack of sight only heightening his other senses. Sarina bobbed her head at a steady pace, finding her rhythm. She gripped in her hand what couldn’t fit into her mouth.

She sped up as she heard his groans increase. The room filled with Yunho’s pants and the obscene slurping noises from Sarina. She edged him on until she felt his cock twitch. She released his member with a pop!

“Mmm, Baby, don’t cum yet. We haven’t finished.” She said sweetly. Positioning herself on his cock, she slid down, sighing as he stretched her open. They both moaned as they bottomed out. Once she was adjusted, she bounced up and down, the temperature in her body rising as she neared her next orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Yunho. I’m gonna cum.”

“Rina. I wanna see you.”

Pausing momentarily, Sarina took off the blindfold. Meeting his gaze, she saw how fucked out he looked, and she could only imagine she looked the same. She decided to untie him too, only to be flipped the minute he was cut loose.

Sarina was now pinned to the bed, her thighs in a tight death grip by Yunho, who was hammering into her mercilessly, his head in the crook of her neck.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I can tell you’re about to cum. Cum for me, I know you want to.” He said, reaching between their bodies to rub the sensitive bud.

Sarina’s back arched as her mouth fell open, her whole body shaking like a washing machine. Her orgasm triggered Yunho’s, who pulled out just in time to cum onto her stomach. Ropes of white essence painted her stomach like a mosaic. There was silence for a while, both parties catching their breaths.

“You just couldn’t sub the whole time, huh?” Sarina said after a while.

“Shut up, it was long enough.” He said, getting up from the bed. “One condition down. What’s next?”

“You said your mother married young, right? Well if she was as young as you said, she would still be alive. So, the last condition is that you go see your mother, granted we find her.” Sarina said, walking to the bathroom, leaving a very shocked and confused Yunho standing by the bed.

The pair stood outside of Elmhurst Senior Living, with Yunho very much not happy to be there.

“C’mon, let’s go in!” Sarina pressed.

They walked up to the reception desk, greeted by a short, young girl.

“Good Morning! How may I help you?”

“Hi! We’re looking for a resident here, Heeyoung Jeong?”

“Oh yes! Wow, she hasn’t gotten a visitor in years. She’ll be so excited!” The girl beamed. Sarina noticed Yunho wouldn’t look up, feeling guilty for the first time since he ceased being a human.

The girl led them to the elevator, handing them a map of the facility. “Keep in mind, her memory isn’t what it used to be, so it might take her some time to remember you, and don’t be discouraged if she doesn’t! She just hasn’t been the same since Mr. Jeong passed. Make sure to return the map after your stay. Enjoy!”

Sarina thanked the woman as they got on. “What are you thinking?” Sarina asked.

“My father is dead and my mother is all alone. I haven’t seen my dad, so I know he’s most likely in the upper world. Not surprised, he didn’t have a bad bone in his body.”

They arrived at their floor and headed for room 308. A small lady with white hair was sitting in a rocking chair staring out the window.

“Mrs. Jeong?” Sarina said.

The lady turned. “Yes?”

“My name is Sarina, and there’s someone here that wanted to speak to you.” She nudged Yunho.

“Hi mo- Ma’am.” He stuttered. “I was a friend of your son’s, one of the few, and I wanted to say that despite his crimes, he truly did love you. He always thought about you, and what would happen to you when he passed. He would be happy to see you so well treated. I had a few words for his father, but seeing as he’s no longer with us, I’ll just say he wanted him to know he was sorry. For everything. He felt like he failed him, but at the same time couldn’t help what he had done. His only regret was leaving you behind.”

Heeyoung nodded. “And he told you all this, while in cells?”

Yunho nodded. “In the cells, and at lunchtime. We spoke often.”

“Okay, well, thank you for your kind words. I assure you I feel much better after hearing them. Please, come give me a hug, dear.”

Yunho hesitated but eventually embraced the small woman, who whispered into his ear, “I’m old, not stupid. I love you too, son.” She pecked his cheek before pulling away. “Go back to where you came. I’ll be alright here.”

Yunho nodded, whispering “Bye, mom.”

They exited the facility and found themselves in the middle of NC.

“So, what now?” Sarina asked.

“There’s something I have to do first.”

They caught a bus to Northampton and headed for Yunho’s childhood home. It had been foreclosed and boarded up, but it was still standing.

“Come, there’s a back door.”

He and Sarina made it inside the house, which looked just as abandoned as the outside.

“Yunho, why are we here?”

“Downstairs.” He said, heading for the basement.

They make it down the stairs, and Yunho lifts a dusty tarp. Out fell decaying bones.

“They’re still here. I never told the police where they were, and neither did she.”

“A mother’s love knows no bounds?” Sarina shrugged.

Yunho and Sarina stood at the closet back in the NYC condo. Sarina had a small bag with her, while Yunho simply had the file. Yunho looked at her one last time.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go?”

She nodded. “My conditions were met, and like you said, I have nothing really going for me here. Maybe a little hell is just what I need.” She smiled.

“Okay, here we go.” Opening the closet, he pulls the lever he found in there the first day he landed. There was a spark and a portal whirred to life, so strong it caused a great wind.

“Grab my hand, and don’t let go until you feel your feet on the ground!” Yunho shouted.

Sarina nodded, holding his hand tightly. They walked through the portal, immediately descending. When their feet hit the ground, they arrived in Hongjoong’s office. Hongjoong was sitting at his desk, filing paperwork as usual. He looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“Pride, back so soon?” He asked.

Yunho nodded. “The mission is complete, brother.”

“I see. Hopefully, you weren’t forced or coerced into coming here?”

Sarina shook her head. “I wanted to come. Hoping it’s a fresh start?”

Hongjoong smiled. “Fresh starts are always welcomed here. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hongjoong, or who the humans know me as, Dante. Welcome to Inferno. You’ll meet the rest of the Sins later, but right now I’m sure you want to rest. Pride, take her to your room then come back to the office. I will summon the council to advance to the next level of the mission.

“Brothers, see how Pride successfully completed his mission, and Sarina is now one of us. This is how it’s done. Keep in mind, you don’t have to come back in the same time Yunho did. Don’t make this a competition. Every one of these women are different and they all require different approaches. The next stage of the mission is effective immediately.” Hongjoong opened a new file. “Samiyah Harris.” He said, approaching one of the boys. “Greed, you’re up.”

“Good Luck.”

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world-of-horrors-au · 4 years

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Horrors au - Horrors appearance headcanons

Jeff:

Same general coloration as expected - black hair, pale skin, etc. He was born with brown hair and dark blue eyes, but when he was born as a Horror, his body transformed. It had nothing to do with bleach, fire, or bullies.

He did give himself a 'smile' when he was born as a Horror, however it got horribly infected, and was eventually sewn up once he was picked up off the streets. There are scars where the cuts once were, along with one at the deepest part of the infection site.

Can't grow a beard, rip

Actually, he's completely hairless other than his head.

6'2 feet tall

Eyes look either gray or pale blue depending on the light

Clothing wise, the white bloody hoodie is how he's mostly pictured in the media. And he does wear white sweatshirts or hoodies when he wants to make an impact.

Around the others, though? Soft pajama bottoms in solid, dark colors, thin t shirts or sleeveless shirts, no shoes, even in the depths of the Forest. Will wear a dark hooded overcoat over his clothes in the rain.

Eyeless Jack:

Gray skin

Small, pointed ears

Traditional empty sockets full of black ooze. Despite the lack of eyes, he can see in his own way.

Brown hair, and lots of it. His hair grows very fast and thick. He doesn't bother to cut his hair until it's at his waist but does shave. He has semi permanent stubble on his face.

6'4

His mask is blue, of course, and stained from his mask. There's a faded smile painted over the mouth, just a thin, happy line, and a jagged cut on one eye hole where Briar attacked him during his first meeting.

He has wings. Draconic in style, they seem to shrink and grow as needed. They are the same color as his skin, with a blue tinted membrane and black stud like bumps on the top ridge and back.

His fingers and toes turn into claws at his command, turning black and sharp. Otherwise they are human like, with normal, blunt nails. His feet can transform into talons, five claws in front and one in back.

He doesn't have many different types of clothes. His black pants, dark shirt and hoodie are something of a uniform to him. He has multiple copies of each item.

No shoes. They get in the way and can be painful to try and transform his feet through.

Ben:

Blonde, fair skinned, freckles. Eyes are there but entirely black with a red pupil that grows and shrinks with his emotions.

Being a digital being, however, he can and does change his appearance with ease, and completely without warning.

One day, blonde hair just touching his next. The next, long blonde hair streaked red and in a spiked, sky high ponytail. The next, he's covered with tattoos, and his hair is a mohawk the color of the trans flag. The only thing that he doesn't change while being himself is his eyes.

Can be any height. Today he's 5'3. Tomorrow, 6'9. Doesn't like being too tall, he has trouble holding his form together.

He can transform himself into any person he has personally interacted with, or has a good amount of footage/photos of. When disguising himself, he does change the look of his eyes, but he dislikes it.

Yes he is trans, more info on that when his hc post comes out. He passes completely as male, looking next to nothing like he did while alive. He can transform into a woman if needed but he hates doing it as it gives him bad dysphoria and he'll need to abandon having a form at all to recover for a while.

Clothing is whatever the fuck he wants, it's all digital just like him. Catch him walking around in a crop top and a floor long neon green fur coat, or a graphic tee with two middle fingers over the boob area, or black pleather tights and a red sleeveless turtleneck. Whatever it is, it's probably not subtle.

He sometimes goes around naked to try and embarrass Briar. It almost always works.

Laughing Jack:

Doesn't look much different from how he's normally viewed. Tall monochrome clown man with ragged black hair, a pointy striped nose, and sharp teeth. His fingers are similar to Eyeless Jack's in that he can turn them into claws, only his claws are much bigger, and even when normal, the ends of his fingers are pointed, with sharp nails.

Is a living doll, whether that's obvious on the surface or not, so when you hug him he is soft and warm and a bit fuzzy under his clothes. Considering he's the cruelest of all the Horrors, it's very... weird.

His nose looks deadly sharp but in reality, when you press against it, it crinkles like foil, springing back into shape as if nothing happened when released. Press it in all the way and you will hear a honk. But don't. He hates that.

Anything he puts on magically becomes black and white, and regains its color when he takes it off. Similarly, anything he puts on magically becomes his size, which is good because this mofo is 7'3.

You will only see one color on this guy, and that's red - blood from his victims, or red from blushing. The guy doesn't have blood so there's no reason for him to blush but he does and it's probably better not to think about it too hard. (There's no reason for him to be able to eat either. Don't think on that either.)

Being a toy, he doesn't sweat. Blood tends to fade away off his body naturally. He hates water but will tolerate showers so long as he's not alone.

He likes patterns, textures, and anything fitting his antique/clown aesthetic. He will sometimes wear skirts and dresses for no reason other than he wants to. But all the patterns have to clash and everything must be extra as hell.

Briar:

Long black hair, down to her shoulder blades, gray eyes, fair skin with freckles on her cheeks, running down her neck to the rest of her body.

She keeps her hair in a ponytail most days, preferring a high placement, but if she just doesn't care she'll put it near her neck.

While she bears a passing resemblance to Jeff coloration wise I swear to God that's not intentional, I promise they're not related.

Fit. Despite loving her sweets, she eats as healthily as she can and goes on morning and evening runs, along with a quick body weight workout before work every day.

Her ears are pierced, though she never wears anything more remarkable than colored studs. Sometimes she'll wear silver roses.

Stretch marks. She was overweight as a child and teen and while the weight is gone, the stretch marks are still there. They're mostly on her sides, thighs and back. She's very sensitive about them due to years of bullying and comments from family members but tries not to let on about that.

Has many scars from early encounters with the early Horrors. While they are almost unnoticeable among humans, the intentionally caused scars, like the one on her shoulder where Eyeless bit her, become darker in their presence.

Sometimes paints her nails but prefers to not spend the effort unless something important is coming up.

She hated shaving her legs and never did it unless she had to. But like with Jeff, her body hair is falling out and not growing back in. Briar wears pants or leggings while out in public, just in case people catch on.

Her clothing preferences are casual but feminine. Mostly pants, short sleeved or three-quarter sleeved shirts. Mostly they're for warm weather as she lives and works in coastal South Carolina, but she's building up a collection of warmer jackets for the Forest, which is very, very different than the beach life her human coworkers love.

She loves roses and vine designs but in subtle amounts, she's not a fan of big patterns. Likes purples and blues and yellows with black and white. And lace, again in small amounts. But really she wears whatever she thinks is pretty.

Has army boots where she laced them up with lacy fabric trimmings from a work friend's sewing project. She never wears them anywhere because she'd hate to see them ruined.

Her work scrubs are either covered with cats, plants, or just solid colors. She thinks wearing cats on clothing can be tacky if it's too cartoony but she's working at a vet office, she may as well wear the colors proudly.

Secretly she thinks you're never fully dressed unless you've got some cat hair on you. She hasn't owned a cat since moving to South Carolina after college.

#horrors au #creepypasta #creepypasta au #jeff the killer #laughing jack #eyeless jack #creepypasta ben drowned #creepypasta ben #ben drowned #creepypasta original character #creepypasta oc #creepypasta hc #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta jtk #creepypasta jeff the killer #creepypasta ej #creepypasta laughing jack

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knight-engale · 4 years

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He is finished!!! I love him so much

Profile below!

★ Akahiko Yureimoto ★

"How much are you paying?"

■ Name || Akahiko Yureimoto ■ Japanese Name || 幽霊本赤彦 ■ Rōmaji || Yureimoto Akahiko ■ Alias || Roku ■ Epithet || n/a ■ Nicknames || ■ Birthday || August 12 ■ Age || 20-21 ■ Gender || Male ■ Height || 5'11 (180.3 cm) ■ Hair Color || Dark auburn ■ Eye Color || Blue ■ Blood Type || B- ■ Quirk || Rokurokubi ■ Status || Alive ■ Occupation || Mercenary ■ Affiliation || Varies ■ Fighting Style || Melee Combat

■ First Appearance:

Manga: TBD Anime: TBD

■ Portrayal:

Ja: Junya Enoki Eng: Alejandro Saab

◣ A b o u t ◥

███ Short Introduction

Akahiko Yureimoto is a young mercenary currently in the service of the Police Force. He doesn't seem particularly thrilled about his employers.

███ History

Akahiko was born the only child of poor parents. However, he had no idea that they were poor when he was little, as his parents amassed lots of debt trying to live beyond their means. His father, afraid of some of the people he owed money to, faked his death when Akahiko was 7 and fled the country. This sent his mother spiraling into a depression, and she was often emotionally vacant during Akahiko's childhood and teenage years. Because of his unfortunate parental circumstances, Akahiko learned how to fend for himself at a young age, though the legality of some of his actions is questionable.

At age 12, while on his way home with leftovers from a particularly high quality restaurant, Akahiko was mugged by a local gang. The gang took everything that Akahiko had on him, including his food and clothes. When he tried to fight back, he was held down and the gang's leader slashed his face with a knife, leaving two large wounds stretching from the corners of his mouth and across his cheeks. Humiliated, mostly naked, and injured, Akahiko stayed in an alleyway overnight, too dazed to go back home. He was eventually found by a kind old woman, who helped him recover without asking questions. However, she wanted to report the incident to the police, which Akahiko didn't want, so he ran away, leaving a note thanking the old woman for her generousness.

For the next few years, Akahiko laid low and worked to grow stronger. Eventually, money became particularly tight. At 15, and under the alias "Roku", he began to sell his services to whomever would pay, be it criminals or minor Pro Heroes. At first, he acted as mere extra muscle for small periods of time, but as his notoriety grew, his clientele expanded, and by 18 his contracts would last for a few weeks or longer. His willingness to work for either side of the law was often met with uncertainty or displeasure, and so he developed a strict loyalty code, promising employers that he would not turn on them while a contract was in effect, or else he would forfeit the money earned.

At 19, Akahiko was apprehended by the Police Force and held in custody. Honoring his contract, he refused to say who his employer was while being interrogated. He remained in custody, and tried to figure out how to escape. Unable to think of anything else, he begged to be released under any conditions the police set. After much deliberation, and with much persuasion, he was released under police supervision. Akahiko found the supervision annoying, as he still needed contract money, and so formulated a plan. He approached the police with a bold proposition; since he had numerous underground contacts, he could act as a double agent, reporting any findings back to the police--for a fee, of course. To his surprise, his offer was accepted, though it didn't get rid of his "policeman babysitter" situation.

At some point more recently, with police permission, he joined the League of Villains as a double agent.

◣ A p p e a r a n c e ◥

███ Appearance

Akahiko is tall with a slender build and moderately muscular chest and arms. He has dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. He has one piercing on his left ear. He has large scars on his cheeks due to his childhood attackers. Akahiko maintains an surprisingly classy casual style, which consists of short sleeved shirts, leather or dark denim jackets, tight pants, and boots, often with heels. He also often wears scarves or neckerchiefs, alongside face masks which hide his scars. Akahiko's mercenary costume is a light grey sleeveless hoodie, matching basketball shorts, grey socks, kimono sandals, and a tan face mask, along with whatever earring he happens to be wearing that day. This costume does not change in the winter, often to his detriment.

███ Personality

Akahiko maintains a rough and often aloof exterior. He doesn't seem particularly invested in any current events, and as a general rule doesn't get emotionally attached to employers or invested in anything he's hired to do. He doesn't show much emotion around people he doesn't trust. He's trained himself to keep an extremely level head to avoid being taken advantage of. Akahiko is of a pragmatic and tactical mind, carefully planning how to go about anything he sets his mind to. However, he isn't the best at thinking on the spot, and often needs a little time to regroup if what he's doing gets derailed. He's also particularly manipulative, putting on a charming nature to get his way. He's gotten very good at flattery. Although he is currently employed by the police, he despises law enforcement organizations, blaming them for his difficult childhood. Though he is willing to work with them in exchange for payment, he does not trust them whatsoever. Oddly enough, he does not harbor quite the same feelings for Pro Heroes, though he doesn't like how they seem to capitalize on people's suffering. Despite his apparent emotional distance, Akahiko is surprisingly caring and kind, as evidenced by his continued efforts to support his mother. He also helps to support young children who are involved in the underground, giving them money or food when he can. This unexpected side of him was brought on by kindness showed to him when he was young, and a desire to pay it forward, as well as the morals his mother taught him when he was little. Though Akahiko has many crimes to his name, he considers himself honorable, if not entirely moral. He refuses to go back on his word or violate his contracts, and actively avoids killing or permanently maiming anyone. He also goes out of his way to repay debts if possible.

███ Likes

✔ coffee ✔ cool weather ✔ rain ✔ sweet food ✔ video games ✔ fashion

███ Dislikes

✘ Stain (thinks he's annoying) ✘ his scars ✘ extreme weather ✘ spicy food ✘ untidiness and dirtiness ✘ being outsmarted

◣ A b i l i t i e s ◥

Overall Abilities: Akahiko is a particularly capable young man, able to fend for himself and then some. Though he avoids direct confrontations, relying more on stealth, he can hold his own in an extended fight.

Inhuman Flexibility: His Quirk allows him incredible flexibility, usually at inhuman levels.

Dexterity: Akahiko has remarkable dexterity, due in part to his Quirk. He uses his dexterity to repair and tailor clothes.

███ Quirk

Rokurokubi: He can stretch his neck, arms, fingers, legs, and torso indefinitely, though stretching his torso too much can lead to spinal damage. While a body part is stretched, he can maneuver that part however he wants. Staying stretched for too long makes him sore. Stretching burns a lot of calories, and he needs to eat a lot to make up for it.

███ Stats

Power: 4/5 B

Speed: 3/5 C

Technique: 4/5 B

Intelligence: 4/5 B

Cooperativeness: 3/5 C

◣ B a t t l e s & E v e n t s ◥

TBD

◣ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ◥

███ Trivia

He and Tsukauchi share an English voice actor.

He was loosely based on Yuri from Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

He's biromantic asexual.

He's incredibly insecure about his scars, hence the mask.

He's actually pretty lonely and secretly wants a significant other.

███ Quotes

"Charming, aren't I? It's one of my few virtues."

"My real name? Wouldn't you like to know."

Original template (c) dre-tama | modified by Phantom-Otaku

BNHA (c) Kohei Horikoshi

Akahiko, artwork (c) knight-engale: stylish babe

#bnha #bnha oc #bnha ocs #mha #mha oc #mha ocs #digital art #digital fanart

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banjo-kazooie-are-raring-to-go · 5 years

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Banjo and kazooie cause thats ur brand

my brand!

overall: / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: / the purest bean / cinnamon roll (banjo) / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav (kazooie)

otp(s): banjo x dk, i don’t have kazooie ships

other ship(s): banjo x bowser, banjo x wolf, banjo x fox

#noromo ship(s): banjo x kazooie. they are mlm/wlw solidarity okay. i also don’t like kazooie x falco

crack ship(s): i guess you can call the “other ships” crack ships i don’t fucking know

fav headcanon(s): -when banjo and kazooie got the invite to get into smash bros ultimate, kazooie was super excited, but banjo just wanted to go back to bed he barely cared he just wants to sleep so much. but kazooie cares deeply so he was like “okay we’ll go to smash”-banjo first met kazooie when they were kids and banjo was getting picked on greatly but kazooie chased off those who bullied him, and in return, banjo would cook her things and give her a place to live, and they became best friends from then-i like to project myself onto banjo because that’s me, so banjo owns loads of hoodies and sleeveless shirts he just doesn’t wear much

#banjo-kazooie tag #osomatsusanthemovie

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thewitchqueen281 · 6 years

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Experiment 808 AU

Hey so I did actually have someone show some interest in this AU, but I’m awful at formatting so I'm just making a separate text post. Read about each character under the cut. A bit about the setting. It’s pretty distant future, this big lab in the middle of the city was commissioned to make a ton of super soldiers. Not knowing where to start they just... started kidnapping kids. Like from their cribs and everything. Not legal but they can like start from scratch there. By the time most of them are ten they’ve been tortured and beaten and do not want to be there. So they just escape. Because like what are they going to do to stop a bunch of kids with powers. They run free into the city. They stay hidden in bunkers and hideouts. They are all about 15~16 ish. I haven't decided whether or not Al is still a year younger or if they are twins so, for now, its up too you.

Anyway, enjoy these stupid teens.

Has gills on his neck and sides, and dragonfly wings.

the wings are red and while he can fly fast can’t fly for a very long time.

Instead of his traditional black tank top and coat, he wears one of those knit sleeveless turtleneck things with his red coat that ties around in the front.

Anyone with gills is bioluminescent underwater, he glows red in his face and all around his arms.

he wears a different outfit because it hides his wings and his gills.

still kind of a little shit.

knows all the other kids, is friends with most of them surprisingly.

lives with his brother, Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeyes, and Denny Brosh in an abandoned library on the west side of the city. Because they are the kids he trusts the most.

he would live with Ling, Lan Fan, and Winry. But Ling and Lan Fan don't really live anywhere and Winry travels between all the kid's hideouts making sure they didn't break anything.

Likes knives, like really really likes knives

has like twenty on him at all times.

he actually meets Ling by throwing a knife at him and getting really pissed that he missed.

Roy Mustang

Has a salamander tail, sometimes breaths a small bit of fire.

Doesn't really like people at all.

is four ten and has a lisp and you can pry this headcanon away from my cold dead hands.

frequent all-nighters, whether playing video games or trying to master fire breath.

Wears really baggy cargo pants, he likes the pockets.

has a haircut with two very long pieces of hair in the front and kinda shitty bangs.

he regrets this haircut.

he’s best friends with Riza and Ed because Riza and Ed are also wild kids who won't stop him from jumping off really high places or putting bugs in Al’s tea.

Likes lollypops, no one is sure why he just thinks they taste nice.

huge crush on Jean Havoc from the group uptown, The others make fun of him.

Riza Hawkeye

Has a cheetah tail and likes to R U N

She's a very fast girl, for a long time everyone thought that was one of the abilities given to her during her time in the lab.

it's not

she just likes to run.

despite being a wild teen is the second most sensible one in their group. Has had to drag Roy to bed, but almost everyone has had to do that once or twice.

cant cook for shit. like really. she hates cooking shes so bad at it.

everyone expects her to be the mom for some reason like they think she cooks and cleans.

shed rather die, Ed cooks, they take shifts cleaning.

loves long skirts and horror novels.

likes to think she can talk to ghosts or summon demons.

or maybe she can.

nobody really knows.

Talks to herself on occasion.

Has gills like his brother. Very small antlers as well.

glows blue underwater near his ears and around his legs. He and his brother have matching symbols on their backs.

wears a blue hoodie to cover the antlers.

The actual Mom Friend TM

Enjoys tea and not having to deal with his brother and CO’s bullshit.

for once would like to sleep in. just once.

Would be a wine mom but he is responsible and doesn't drink while underage, unlike almost all of his friends who really don't seem to give a shit.

Sassy, like, really sassy.

bad at hiding his emotions.

you will know when he thinks your being a dumbass.

*looks into the camera like he's on the office*

“Al me and the others are going to jump off the top of the building and see with we can stop ourselves.” “Good luck brother.”

Is friends with everyone and really he loves them all but goddamn.

One time Ed dated a real shit head and you don't want to know what happened after he dumped Ed. he isn't dead but he won't be walking anytime soon.

Denny Brosh

Has Squid tentacles under his arms and fins on his legs. He glows a bright yellow underwater.

Knits, like a lot. Every one of them has a homemade sweater from him. the others he lives with wear theirs all the time. Because they do gross things like care about one another in this household.

Is still really good friends with Maria Ross, he wishes they saw each other more.

can and will shock you with his tentacles, especially if you make jokes about them.

Meme dream team leader.

Al doesn't understand memes and Denny hurts every day because of this.

has a bright yellow sweater that he knitted himself and then had every single one of his friend sign.

Thinks Kain Furey is super cute. Roy thinks he's super gross because Furey is an innocent Denny!

wholesome meme some days sex jokes on others.

pretty much all the kids have pretty severe mental health issues, but Denny is one of the few who has tried to help his.

takes anxiety meds.

while he doesn't have any sibling this timeline he has his friends and honestly they are pretty close to siblings.

has called Ed big brother but like everyone has once or twice. Ed doesn't really give a shit and has accepted his fate as the oldest and apparently the most brother like.

Maria Ross

Lots a scales, like all over her body.

has wings but she isn't sure what animal they could be from.

they are big and scaley like her.

Lives with Olivier, Mei Chang, Sheska, and Winry Rockbell when she's around. They live in an old dinner on the east side of town.

Would date Sheska 100%.

Sorta has claws, doesn't matter she enjoys painting them.

Good friends with Olivier, actually best friends. This is a problem in some ways because Olivier and Denny don’t get along at all.

Has a gun, only used it once or twice to protect her friends.

she hopes she never has to use it again.

Sometimes wonders what her family would be like if she hadn't grown up in a lab. Wonders whether of not her family sold her or if she was stolen. She wonders for the other kids as well.

Breaths and cries ice.

prefers if her friends called her Ria

Olivier Armstrong

This bitch got bat wings

they are fucking huge.

she can’t really hide them so she only goes outside at night.

she has become a cryptid.

blurry shitty pictures of her crouching on buildings wings extended, her eyes glowing are all over forums.

Batgirl strikes again??

she thinks its super funny.

Doesn't really try to hide how she's feeling.

most of the time she’s Arragont or amused.

Anime character tch.

Her list of people she dislikes is bigger than the list of people she likes.

that's a lie she loves all her friend's

she’s just bad about showing it and claims to hate them.

everyone calls her Livi.

she hates it but nobody cares.

keeps her hair in a ponytail.

Mei Chang

has a cat tail, and night vision.

Please don't make any jokes.

she doesn't want this.

People sometimes pull her tail. they only pull it once though. People learn from their mistakes.

wears a big pink coat with lots of pockets. she keeps both dead mice and her kunai in the pockets.

Is Winrys assistant when she's around.

loves to help. is crushing on Al from the west side library. Everyone knows but Al. Ed and Ling think that is hilarious. Like it didn't take them months to get over themselves.

Ling is her half-brother. She isn't sure how trustworthy the info is because it’s something she heard from lab technicians.

Wants to learn to fight better but nobody wants to spar with her.

Sit’s up at night and stares at her coffee.

it’s cold now but she can’t get to sleep.

Winry Rockbell

Has butterfly wings, emperor butterfly wings. They don't make her as fast as Ed but it is faster to fly than to walk and she can fly for pretty long periods of time.

automail isn't really a thing. So Winry does general doctor stuff.

she goes between bases and makes sure that everybody is healthy.

most of the time that isn't the case so shes pretty much always working.

Thinks Mei is a wonderful helper.

Wears her signature tube top. doesn't travel through populated areas and definitely doesn't by day.

Butterflygirl isn't as cool as a cryptid as Batgirl so she doesn't get much coverage.

Will still hit you with a wrench don't test her.

She carries it and her entire toolbox because she’ll be damned if she loses time for her machines while helping out these idiots.

Dating Mothman.

Mothman is actually Lan Fan. this joke doesn't make a lot of sense to her because Lan Fan doesn't have moth wings. Ling and Ed tell her to shut up and go with it. She rolls her eyes fondly.

Kain Fuery

Has ant antenna. he can send messages across radio waves because of this. makes it easy to keep up with his friends.

Lives with Jean and Rebbeca in what they think was once a club. It's unused now but it does have an underground bunker for some reason.

He is an innocent

(He isn't)

keeps a picture of some dog in his pocket.

he needs it to keep up morale.

yes, it is just a stock photo of a dog that he stole out a picture frame at wallmart a couple years ago.

He really likes animals. Ed and Roy hate going out with both him and Al in a pair because both of them insist on stopping to pet every dog and cat or whatever animal.

Functional Bi

Jean Havoc

Has fins he thinks. they are like spiky and help him swim better. they are all over his back and wrap around his arms. Has gills, and he tends to glow a bluish purple.

he lives in the club but prefers to be near the docks.

Loves to swim

Just call him Jean

Please god just call him Jean.

Olivier and Maria butchered his last name so bad when he first meet him that he is permanently traumatized.

he’s being dramatic but like, that's who he is??

Disaster Bi

Pinning? His constant mood?

Ling Yao

Red panda tail and claws.

Loves sweet things, like so much.

Can see in the dark, loves his night vision

Thinks Ed throwing knives at him is super hot

Ed is Concerned TM

Doesn't really live anywhere.

bounces around the bases with Lan Fan.

Lan Fan is actually his twin sister but they haven't told Mei that yet.

he doesn't know why people don't just know.

Climbs in Ed’s window in the middle of the night.

freaked Ed out the first time it happened but he got used to it.

spars on rooftops in the middle of the day.

For some reason, nobody seems to freak out.

Kink is love and appreciation

doesn't actually know most of the other kids. Sometimes there will just be a different kid at the base and He’ll be like cool.

Everone knows about Ling though.

Lan Fan

She has lunar moth wings. Although Winry seems to think they are from some type of butterfly like her. Ed and Ling know the truth and call her moth man.

She flicks their faces for it.

loves food. thinks it must be because lunar moths cant eat, that side of her wants to eat E V E R Y T H I N G.

Or maybe she just has a huge appetite because Ling eats a ton as well.

has night vision as well.

Is her last name Fan? Not even she knows.

Everyone calls her Lan Fan though.

Spars with Ling but prefers fighting with Ed because Ling holds back. Ed doesn't.

tries so hard not to scream at her friends.

god, she tries so hard.

This took so long. If you want to hear about specific characters request it and I’ll make another one of these. If anyone wants to write a fanfic send it to me, I’ll be the first one to kudos that ish.

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