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#literally ANY other special please don't make me wait half a year for a better kit i love this sword so much
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mirceakitsune · 6 months
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⚠️ My Patreon may be shutting down in the coming months
Wanted to post about this earlier but frankly I didn't have the energy or will to bother. This is an important announcement so if you're a Patreon supporter please read the first half.
Since the beginning of the year, Patreon has been harassing NSFW creators with a new policy requiring them to hand over sensitive documents to the platform. They've been doing this to target creators for age discrimination… sorry, I meant to say age verification. Hiding behind the excuse that Mastercard is making them do it, those who went through the process describe being asked to install a special app on their phone and film themselves holding sensitive identity documents in front of their webcam… yes, literally like ISIS hostages when they're filmed by their captors and the video sent to authorities for ransom. Needless to say no common sense observations, like the fact I've been on this internet for nearly 20 years and would have had to register on many websites when I was some -3 years old, are enough to make it clear I'm well in my 30's for those so desperate to kiss my ass about my personal and private life and identity. How does a child open their own bank account anyway… like you just walk into a bank and say "my name is Nina, I'm 10 years old, and mommy sent me to open an account and get my own credit card" in the minds of those people?
It goes without saying that I will not be subjecting myself to such abuse. Both due to the ridiculous and disgusting motive behind it, as well as it being blatant identity theft that should be illegal in any normal country. At the moment my Patreon is still functional and there are no restrictions only periodic popups, however they threatened that our ability to pay out may eventually be suspended. As such my Patreon is now on borrowed time: I'm using those potential last months to get as much as possible out of it before it all goes down. Unless some miracle happens and they get their heads screwed on straight, my plan is to shut down my page the second they introduce limitations that makes it unusable. For this reason I'd like all supporters to be on standby as I don't want you losing your money: I'll immediately make a new announcement the moment these bastards place restrictions so you know to pull out! If given the option I'll remove every supporter myself or revert to a non-creator page which should do the trick.
I've thought about requesting they revert my page back to SFW creator but don't think I'll go that route: First of all I'd need to find and delete countless posts I made over the years… those fools will surely look through all my stuff anyway, I don't want them seeing and judging it with their broken little primate minds that may perceive god knows what atrocity. My main problem is even if I made the request, they likely still label SFW content as NSFW even when it's not explicit; There are rumors of staff members being intoxicated about themes like furry / macro / vore into thinking it's undercover sexual content or some shit… something similar happened on Youtube, it's why independent animation has been impossible or at best risky to post there in recent years. I don't want to live with the feeling that I stand to be attacked for anything I post when I least expect it… platforms like Furaffinity and some governments are causing that enough as it is.
If I do shut down I'll likely keep creating content and posting it for free in the other galleries, as I always had before Patreon came into existence. For as long as even that remains legal and won't require logging in with the United Nations to be allowed to share or view art, seems that's what some psychopaths would like if they had their way. My goal is to move to decentralized platforms like Mastodon, though I'm still waiting for something better suited for media that uses mirroring / seeding for proper censorship resistance. In this way I plan on living off the money I have left and simply creating what I like how I still can, till I either die or am arrested for it under Western Sharia Law.
Not worth going into any more of a rant beyond that. Just never forget that in the year 2023 during the age of logic science and technology, it became impossible or a danger to make a living off creating art, reasons including religious superstition left over from the industrial revolution about porn being harmful to children up to merely seeing or creating fictional art on the fucking internet. I'm just baffled to remember all the nice dreams I had about the future more than 10 years ago, when in my stupidity I thought we'd have a real civilization and America in particular would be heaven on Earth; Took quite the hard lessons to realize the human species will never evolve past the status of tribal savages, you could throw holograms flying cars and warp drives at this world and it will remain but a medieval society with some technology sprinkled on top. I'm past hating anyone for better or worse… at least people, I will die hating the concept of human morality and notion of "empathy" used in their attempts to control and destroy me: When my time comes, maybe even a not so distant future seeing this planet made it clear I'm not supposed or allowed to be alive and exist here, it will at least be without any real regrets.
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IDOL BEOMGYU X STYLIST READER ( NO RULES Era: comeback show freeze outfits )
Pairing: Beomgyu x Fem Reader
Genre: smut
Warning: 18+, swear words.
You leaned down towards Yeonjun's face, adding a little bit of brown shade on his eye lid. " I told him, " you better stop teasing me on how i rap! Or else I'll kill your freaking bird!" I wasn't really going to kill Toto, i was just trying to scare him, but it seems that idiot doesn't know what fear is so he keeps teasing me! I'm so tired I don't know what to do- oh wow I look good~" Yeonjun said as the short black hair men looked at himself in the mirror. " Noona! You did great!" He said happily giving you a thumbs up. You nodded with a smile and look at the mirror as well.
As you did your eyes met with his......Beomgyu's. He smiled sweetly at you as he was standing there getting his hair fixed by a hair stylist. Since you are wearing a black mask you smiled back. Of course he couldn't see your pretty smile but can tell you are smiling because of your eyes.
His old stylist left and he took the advantage to call you. " Y/n! Noona! I need help!" He yelled, as his usual self. You walked towards him. " What's the problem?.…." You asked as your eyes scan his handsome face for any mess, but you didn't find anything, the other stylist did a good job.
" a little bit of lip gloss please....." He said pointing at his bottom lip and closing his eyes. You rolled your eyes as you knew this men didn't call you for that.
Since he is taller than you, he slide his legs apart to almost meet your height and you chuckled shyly from his silliness. So did he. You started to blush a little since you were close to his face and his eyes stare at your own eyes. Your eyes focus on his luscious lips, remembering the night he ran those lips all over your skin driving you crazy.
Suddenly you started to feel his fingers tickling you making you chuckled lightly. " Beomgyu, stop..." You whispered to him, reaching down to touch his large veiny hands that were pinching your skin. " Haha, but you like that!" He whispered back teasing you with a mischievous smirk.
" don't act like this with me in here..."
" don't worry, they aren't watching us!" He winked at me.
You chuckled and looked away from him. Suddenly you felt a warm hand snaking up inside your baggy shirt touching your side. Lucky for you Beomgyu couldn't see the way you were biting down on your bottom lip because of the mask. You had such a sensitive skin, and Beomgyu's warm and soft touch wasn't helping either. The warmth of his hand was turning you on instead of calming you down. That simply touch of his turned on the fire that was in you last week but you tried to control it.
You looked down to his hand and then look up to meet his chocolate puppy eyes. There is lust....you can see it. He bit down his bottom lip as he caressed your sensitive side sending waves of pleasure down your core. Oh how much you want to fuck him right now.
" Beomgyu....." You whispered as you stare at his beautiful soft lips. The 20 year old men who still looks like a teen chuckled and let's go of you. " You better watch me perform!" He said and immediately ran away with his members towards the stage.
You shook your head unbelievably and chuckled. " This boy is going to kill me one day...." You said as you inhale and exhale lightly.
...
You were there, watching him get ready to perform. He got into his place ready to dance to " No Rules" You really liked that song so much and the boys look so great and comfy with those outfits, specially Beomgyu. The long hair cut, his half white, red, and black hoodie with baggy black pants look so good in him. He looked so adorable yet looked extremely cool.
He would take glances of you from time to time but there was this part where he starts to move and kind of thrust his hips forward and to the sides, which you admit to yourself it's your favorite part of the choreography. Not just did he look hot while doing it, he looked at you while biting down his bottom lip making you feel butterflies in your stomach.
You mentally face palm and smirked to yourself remembering when you ate him up. His thick length on your mouth, while he groaned and screamed your name loudly, him pulling your soft long hair telling to keep sucking him even harder and called you baby girl so many times.
You rubbed your thighs together, feeling wet from the memory. ' god damnit Beomgyu, what are you doing to me...' you thought as still watch their performance.
After the performance was finished you were making your way to the dressing rooms, but suddenly you felt a hand touch your back making you flinched. " Wait for me in the dressing room....you know which one..." He whispered and ran away with others.
Oh no the dressing room.....that dressing room were you two would secretly meet and....well....yeah. You felt so excited the thought of feeling his touches and kisses once again. Yes, you were waiting for this again. You quickly and secretive made your way to the abandon dressing room.
...
You walked in to the dark room, but you knew where the light switch was since you came here so many times, literally came here in this room.
You looked at your phone, ten minutes had passed and your baby men hasn't appeared at all. You looked at the white brick wall that was in front of you with a worry look. " Gosh....he excited me for nothing!" You mumbled frustrated.
Suddenly you were push hard against the white brick wall on your stomach and face by none other than Choi Beomgyu. " For nothing, baby girl? Are you sure" He breath next to your ear kissing the side of your ear, a hand grasping on your hair, causing it to feel a little painful but it didn't bother you because you really liked it. His body pressed behind you as his hips started to grind in you almost in circulation motion creating such a sweaty, arousal, sensual, and erotic atmosphere between you two. You looked up at the ceiling with a grin, after a second you open your mouth, furrowed your eyebrows as you felt like almost cumming because of his movements. " Fuck Gyu, I need you.....I need you inside me now" you whispered and moan as Beomgyu let out an evil laugh clearly enjoying your reactions. Man, he was having so much fun teasing you.
He kissed behind your ear down to your neck and shoulder, making you moan. You pressed your butt against his groin to feel him getting hard. Beomgyu looked up at the ceiling, leaning his head back with his eyes closed as he felt the arousal growing and growing inside of him. He bit his bottom lip.
"lets start this fucking game already...." He groaned as he turns you around and kissed you passionately.
SECOND PART?
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fairymadnessyeah · 2 years
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New Sanders sides video! Let's go!!!
I now need a fic with the whole, it was all a dream and Thomas was actually in a coma au
Has it really been half a decade!? Damn!
Patton not liking the wine!! And Logan!!
And omg, Roman being such a drama queen!!
Virgil doesn't wanna be here! Poor anxious baby!
Omg, Janus is being so sassy!
According to Janus: Patton=bad fashion sense and immature, Logan=made one mistake, Roman=the Rousseau to his Voltaire (I went to look it up, basically he calls him delusional), Virgil=bad makeup,
I love all the reactions of the others to Janus' comments
REMUS EMBLEM IS ON HIS BUTT!!! I LITERALLY CAN'T!!!
"'Do you have anything to add?' He asked knowing he'll regret it" !!! Ppffff!!!
He was only in the last couple of videos! What can he add?
...
He says it was fine
The Anti Spoiler Spray!!
And they hit him in the eye! Just like with Roman!!
The knife!!!
Roman looked it up!!!!! Same buddy!!
Janus mistook Patton for a garbage can... why is this so funny?
The glass wine!! Logan noooo!!!
I feel afraid of what Remus decided to touch in Thomas' head. And his reaction to when Remus says it!
The mind palace is back!!! And Remus was in there!!
And Janus was there too!!!
Mind palace has now been changed to Janus and Remus lair!
They used Patton DDR!! In his room!! I need somebody to draw this!!!
Patton... how can there be ghost in Thomas' head... it's a mind...
Wait, nicknames!!!!
I just noticed those things have been changing through the video!!! And they can see it!!!
Pissy and Dukey!!!
"I need to healthily communicate my feelings with my brother *pulls out a sword*"
Virgil, you are good at communicating!!! My baby!!! You are getting better!!!
The puppet! Puppet virgil is back!! He still uses it!!
Triggering words for Roman: Callback.
I agree 100% with Roman! We need more music !!!!!
Omg, the 12 days of Christmas song! And Janus! You haven't been in a musical yet! I guess that part where you appeared in Remus' song didn't count...
"Ask Janus about our songs 'lies'-
"IT WAS A SONG ABOUT LIES! AND I WANT THERE FOR IT!!!"
The bubagum shrimp line was added by Remus!!! He whispers that to him on his sleep!
Nico, everybody's new favorite character makes an appearance!!! Or a mention!!!
10000 base, is the space wedding officiated by Gandalf and Dumbledore, writing that one for later...
The rest don't know him!! Can't wait for that to happen!!
Omg, the dark side of the Sanders sides, the valentine's special with valerie...
Logan and his wine glasses are a riot! It just keeps getting bigger!!!
Patton wants a pet!! Give him a puppy Thomas please!!
Zack-a-Julia the hamster!!! She gets a mention too!!!
SHE IS IN JANUS' HAT!!! NO WONDER HE DIDN'T WANT ROMAN TO MESS WITH IT!!!
"Do I have any regrets? Hmmm... *takes out rolled up long ass list* Do you want me to go alphabetically or...?"
Virgil is such a mood in this video!
"Me? Regrets? *takes out picture frame and stares at it melancholicly* I have one regret..."
It's not even a picture from the wedding!!!!!!
Patton is planning boys night in, with ice cream! Logan is actually regretting the paper bit!
The falsehood bit! I love it! Never regret it virgil!
Remus, please stop drinking the anti-spoiler spray...
Janus turned into Parton again!!!
Omg, they are remembering about the time Virgil was the bad guy!! 😢😢
And he is getting flustered!!!
Patton: the dad
Logan: the mom (God I love his wine glass bit!)
Virgil, the gay emo cousin (who got adopted by the mom and dad and can't escape his role as the other son anymore)
Roman: the son
Remus: fresh out of jail uncle, (fitting)
Janus: the sassy aunt, who talks shit about everyone (fitting too)
Acceptance and praise, are my two new favorite characters. And I hope they make a comeback!
The end card! And how they all looked at remus!
I loved this fice year special!!! It was so fun and so full of callbacks from the past videos and references!!
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aquamoonchaii · 3 years
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CHEERS TO US >> JUYEON
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⍣ genre: fluff; slice of life; comfort!au
⍣ warnings: none
⍣ pairing: juyeon x reader
⍣ word count: 2.7k
⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - The Boyz from lovie @bangchan-fairy
⍣ charlie’s notes: juyeon is here! i did a comfort au so you guys can read it to feel better always uwu, this lovely banner was made by the precious @halliney
⍣ summary: juyeon needs to talk to someone, you appear with a glass of wine ready to make his life a little better.
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This was his second night in this bar, he would never have expected himself to be alone in a small town drinking beer with snacks on a friday night. But he was desperate and he had to do something, his mind needed to relax.
He has a beer in his hand as he smiles back at the pretty ladies that pass by his table and look at him with desire and interest. JuYeon likes the attention but turns down any invitation to go to another table or even to hotel rooms, he already has a target and is not interested in anyone else.
At least tonight.
Because his target is special, he wouldn't be able to talk about this to the other girls.
Usually summer vacations are all about relaxing after the hard work of a whole year, thinking about all the goals he has reached and the new goals he wants to set for himself. But not this time, he gulps down all the beer and sighs.
JuYeon feels trapped in some kind of existential crisis thinking about if what he is doing is correct and if his life is turning out the way he wanted. Usual stuff that makes young people think a lot.
He is just here waiting for the girl that said would be here around the same time as yesterday, where she literally just came to take care of a drunk friend who was heartbroken. He wasn’t heartbroken but her words certainly had some healing effect on him and he seemed really anxious to talk to her or...
...to anyone really. He is used to being the one who is reliable and the man all his friends go to have some type of advice or comforting words. And being him the friend in need? Hell no.
The irony on him not being able to ask for help or even having the strenght to let out all his weak thoughts is stupid and makes him smile bitterly against his beer. He wonders what the hell he is actually doing here, maybe he is desperate for some comforting words coming from a wise stranger.
“Are you really drowning in alcohol for a woman that cheated on you, idiot?” It was late and the only thing he could hear was the voice of the girl that just entered the bar, she waved at the bartender and he finally noticed the loud sobbing of the wasted man that was two tables apart from him, his whining was part of the whole mood of the bar so JuYeon didn’t even pay attention to the scandal, his own problems were loud enough in his head. He turned his attention to them when the crazy wasted man hiccups and finally shuts up, not even the bartender or the other drunken friends of his could do it. The scene was pretty unforgettable: a tall strong drunk man that was pretty aggressive when someone asked him to lower his voice while sitting down holding a glass of vodka is now hugging the waist of the woman that just called him an idiot. But your next words made his mind explode, he wonders if he is as drunk as the crying guy there.
“If you want to scream, do it to let go, cheer yourself up and move on, don’t just drink and act like an asshole with people.”
Random but effective words. He expects her to mock the man there, instead she hugs him back and pets his hair and talks with a gentle voice but it also sounded strong. JuYeon found her words weird and comforting even if they weren't directed to him or even to anyone to hear he was just close to them and it was pretty late so there was little noise and he could eavesdrop. “Let’s go, you can cry at my house. I won’t look, I promise~ Then we will be sober, you are going to write down all your happy feelings, smile at them and that’s it. The other paper with all the bad feelings is going to be burnt and we are going to kick ass, ok?”
She didn’t make a fuss of it, the woman just petted his friend’s hair until he calmed down and probably passed out when the bartender came to her. “Y/N! You are the drunk whisperer, that was awesome! Why don’t we put him to bed, he can stay the night up in my room and you have some snacks here? I haven’t seen you in weeks!”
“I would love to have a snack from my favorite bartender but the taxi is waiting for me to let my drunk one at home, I promise I will come tomorrow at this exact time. I’ll eat like crazy I promise!”
JuYeon came here at the exact same hour.
He isn’t sure why he came because he didn’t know anyone or had planned anything really, he just hopes you read his mind and approach him to talk about your weird speech that made him feel good for no reason. Or something like that at least.
So when you appear, he notices something.
He is completely sober tonight and doesn’t know what to do to approach you. You are a pretty woman indeed but you intimidate him for some awkward reason. He feels like an idiot but it feels like you are going to read him like a book after looking him in the eyes. So JuYeon stands up and goes to the restroom to gain courage, he will do what he knows best: being a charming perfect boy.
A bit of flirting, maybe a date. That’s all he needs to have a little conversation with you.
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"Jacob, can you please stop staring at the random guy? Is he that good looking? Your eyes are glued to him." You laugh as you eat the snacks your friend put on the bar for you to eat as you chat about a whole month of not seeing each other.
"Dude, this guy comes and kills all the ladies. But he is looking at your way too much, I own this place~ He wants something and I will not offer you as a tribute." Jacob follows the tall man's steps with his gaze, he stops when he sees his figure disappear in the restroom. His face is recognizable because well, he is quite handsome for the girls that asked a lot for him that came only yesterday and Jacob just said he is a regular to gain a few more female clients. Actually, he never saw him before and it's a big no for you to even look at his direction.
"Ok but stop staring and what makes you think I'll agree to something? I just want to have this awesome glass of wine as I talk to you about our Sunwoo and his broken heart." He laughs as he wipes the glasses that were recently washed. "I want to slap some sense back to him."
"He needs some time. Let's just be patient with his wailing at least this week, he needs to let it all out." There is this untold secret that only Jacob knows too: your feelings for the guy you took home drunk last night were strong and you decided to let Sunwoo go so your heart was also healing, it was a slow and silent process that was shut by a glass of bitter wine. You would always drink a glass of wine when your feelings were out of control as Sunwoo falls hard and easily and suffers too because of girls.
"Is this your last glass of wine?"
"Of the bitter one, yes. My heart and my liver are all good now, I'll take sweeter things this time." Jacob smiles and nods, he understands and pats your head. A client comes in and he excuses himself to go attend them.
"Is this seat taken?" JuYeon asks and when you look at him, he shows his biggest smile. You pat the seat next to him. "My ego usually needs an extra seat but I guess you can take it." He seems taken aback for the quick answer but he quickly smirks triumphantly and sits next to you. You've met him before but apparently he doesn't remember you.
"May I offer you a drink?"
"No, because this is my last glass of alcohol but we can share snacks as you seem lonely." JuYeon must feel like a champ because he sticks his tongue out sexily and nods, grabbing a toothpick that holds a little cube of cheese on your plate and eats it. "You don't remember me?"
"Is that a pick up line? Because I'm trying to think of one that will make you swoon."
"So you don't." You see JuYeon’s mind wandering at your smirk and trying to read something in your eyes.
It was indeed unexpected a target to flirt back or to be this mysterious because- Wait.
Holy crap.
You caress SunWoo's hair as he blacks out completely on his bed. Of course you feel bad for him, you treasure him a lot but your heart is finally at peace, you’ll be there to pick up the pieces of his oftenly broken heart but yours who used to suffer in silence is okay now. You let him go just as you kept your crush on him. In a blissful secret.
"I'll be right here for you. And I'm voicing out this because it's over and you are half-dead. I liked you so much it's crazy how I could keep it to myself. My crush on you is over and it was beautiful for me and our friendship stays strong as always." You smile at his passed out figure and make him company until his cousin appears to take care of him and calls a taxi for you. The taxi will wait for you in the convenience store as you wanted to buy some things, it’s pretty late but this small town is safe, or at least this neighborhood is.
"I'll have these cereal boxes and these snacks please."
"Is SunWoo still sad for that bad ex- girlfriend? He used to come here and buy her favorite snacks all happily until yesterday when he just bought beers with swollen eyes. We talked for a bit as his first question was why women were so unfaithful."
"Oh really? He came crying? Oh dear, this guy… Yeah, he is a sad single person now. Hopefully, he will cheer up quickly as always. He is now half-dead so he won’t feel any pain." The old lady who attends there knows you because you hang out a lot with Sunwoo and Jacob who lives nearby too. She nods and laughs until he stares over your shoulder.
"Me! Me! I want snacks too! I'm lonely, we can share them!" A man behind you makes you startle with his loud voice as you are paying your stuff, you turn around and find the cute man you saw at Jacob's bar. He is more than tipsy, his cheeks are red and he has droopy eyelids. "I heard you talk to the crybaby~ Talk to me too!"
"Young man, you are drunk. Go to your house!" The lady explains she saw him coming with luggage and he is staying at the house in front of your sad friend. He is pretty quiet and always arrives at the store early with hangovers asking for ramen, she points out he is indeed a gentleman and he must be here for summer vacations so party nights must be his thing or something.
"I'm not a young man, I'm JuYeon sweet lady. I wonder where my money went, my whole wallet disappeared just like my motivation to do stuff." He huffs and you laugh sharing one of your snacks. “Is this for me? You are so sweet, can you be my life mentor? I’ll treat you well I swear!” The store lady laughs at the cute behavior the drunk handsome man has and hushes you as she sees your taxi at the entry. “Wait! Don’t go, I’m trying to propose, drunk whisperer!”
JuYeon’s seductive mood dissipates with the beer foam in his glass. He wonders how the blackout and don’t remembering a single thing after getting drunk should have its negative side. Like this moment, he feels so embarrassed but of course, his stoic face remains the same.
“Oh God, this is so embarrassing. I can’t even pretend I don’t remember stealing your snack, can I?” You shake your head and clink your glass of wine with his glass of beer. “Well, I guess I should use my drunk self to start a conversation.”
And he did, JuYeon initially tried to start a casual little conversation to ask about you and stuff but he ended up spilling about why he is in a small town searching for some peace but apparently it’s his mind the chaotic one instead of the city and its loudness. When he started speaking about it, there’s this feeling of a really heavy load slowly leaving his shoulders and maybe he understands now the american movies that use this plot about talking about your problems with a stranger. He felt relieved, JuYeon is the kind of guy that seems impassive at everything around him and he is praised a lot because of his drive and his determination of not give a single fuck.
But he cares. He notices everything around him. And feeling like he could appear vulnerable sounds awful, just thinking about it makes him regret even approaching you. JuYeon suddenly falls silent, half studying your reactions and half awkwardly shutting up because this was too much information.
"Sometimes a lot of thoughts just turn in a big skein. It's okay to feel weird about it too." You said emphatically (or at least that's his conclusion as you don't mock or roll your eyes), he can't help but stare at you. He was right all these hours thinking about you and your words, his drunk self was right too. You can be a life mentor. The conversation ends when Jacob introduces himself and says he is going to close the bar and that if JuYeon is even trying to talk more with you, he needs to promise he will let Jacob chop his head off if he does something inappropriate.
"Date me."
“No?”
“No, why would I?” This is the fourth night of a long conversation about life and deep topics he thought no one would want to talk about, JuYeon forgot about seduction tips after the second night of just one beer and lots of good talking. He feels comfortable and his mind thinks less of his apparent poor self worth and he now feels encouraged. “If you feel happy singing and being a performer, why are you doubting?”
Good question.
He wants to date you.
It’s kind of impulsive coming from him and basically you two are already hanging out meeting in Jacob’s bar every night. He wasn’t expecting you to say no that easily, it’s shocking and honestly sexy, his ego feels slapped too.
“What?”
“Yeah, we clearly have a mental connection and yes, you are pretty attractive” You say like it's pretty obvious. "But why would I date you?"
"Because… I don't want to eat alone?"
"...and?"
"And I am kind of attracted to you and your amazing brain?"
"...and?"
"Because I feel like you are pretty as fuck and also a friend I will treasure a lot and I will probably scream because I don't know if Jacob is your friend or your boyfriend?"
"What?" You laugh at his sudden confession and at his reaction that seems pretty surprised at his own words. "Well, that kind of convinced me."
"You always make me talk, it's embarrassing and really interesting. How am I supposed to meet another person like you- Wait, I convinced you?" You nod and feel your cheeks heating up as he stares at you and laughs happily.
You can be a life mentor and he will protect you from everything. Maybe you could be a couple.
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r0s3mm · 3 years
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Omega // Stiles Stilinski series
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A/N: SEASON 2 BABY! HERE WE GOOOOO! also i was fucking nervous to post this but, yeah, good read y’all
A/N2: swear words, violence? blood? all the teen wolf stuff lmao
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It was in the lobby of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital that Gabriella James found Stiles Stilinski. His body sprawled over the chairs close to Lydia Martin’s hospital room. Ella watched the boy sleep for a few seconds, heard him mumble a few words that ended in snores. She then heard Melissa McCall, the on-call nurse and her best friend’s mother chuckle beside her.
“She awake, yet?” the teenager asked, her finger pointing to the door.
“Yes, she seems to be feeling fine.” Ella nodded before grabbing the door’s handle. “But she’s with her father at the moment.”
“Oh, wouldn’t want to witness that.” She raised her eyebrows before going to sit next to Stiles. She sat and saw her uncle; his eyes went the two teenagers on the chairs.
“He's been here all night?” the man asked.
“He's been here all weekend, her too. She just went home to grab some things.” Stiles’ foot fell on Ella’s thigh, a small groan escaped her lips, she pushed off his foot and it fell with a loud thump on the floor.
“You're dirty...” he mumbled in his sleep, kissing sounds came out of his mouth as his foot moved back to her laps. Gabriella pushed it off once again, this time waking up the boy who frowned looking between her and his surroundings.
“You okay there, Stilinski?”
The teenager mumbled a few incoherent words before sitting up. His eyes stayed on her while she observed her surroundings. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was pulling on his fingers, twisting them. She took his hand and squeezed it before smiling at him, the small yellowish bruise on her face slightly stung.
“I’ll go- um, stretch my legs. Want anything from the vending machine?” he asked her, and she nodded.
“Yeah, whatever you get is fine with me, M.” she mumbled, eyes fixated on the wall in front of her and he shot her a look before turning the hallway’s corner.
She heard familiar grunts of frustration coming from the neighboring hallway followed by a loud crash with shatter of glass and jumped slightly at the loudness of it. She rolled her eyes, thinking Stiles had run into a patient or something and she started to pick at her nails, all of them already half bitten off due to the stress of the past few weeks.
“AHHHHHHH!” the ear-piercing scream resonated in her ears and Ella stood up quickly before jogging the few steps that lead to her cousin’s room. She opened the door and looked everywhere, finding the bathroom completely empty.
“Lydia?” she heard Stiles scream before him and the two adults joined her in the hospital room.
“What the hell was that?”
“She’s not here.” Gab stood in the bathroom, watching as the water flowed over the edge of the bath. Melissa reached forward and turned off the water, sending her a motherly and somewhat reassuring smile.
The teenagers were escorted out of the room and back into the waiting area while the police also known as Stiles’ dad and his men were called.
“Naked? As in nude?” Stilinski asked as Melissa told him what had happened.
“I'm pretty sure they mean the same thing, but yes-- as far as we know, she left here clothing-optional.”
“All right. You checked the whole hospital, right?” Noah asked while looking at the two teenagers that were watching him anxiously.
“Every last corner.”
“Nothing suspicious?”
“Nothing. She just took off.”
“All right, let's get an APB out on a sixteen-year-old redhead. Any other descriptors?” the man asked, and Ella pushed Stiles to his feet for the well-rehearsed description she’d been muttering for the past fifteen minutes.
“She’s five-three, green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde.” Stiles said whilst standing next to his father, he shot a look behind him to the brunette that had been staring at them and she nodded.
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh, come here.” Noah grabbed his son by the base of his neck while the boy released a pained groan. “What the hell are you still doing here?”
“Um... providing moral support?” he offered as he glanced at his friend.
“Uh-huh. How 'bout you both move your ass back home, where you should be?”
“Okay... We can do that, too...”
“Yeah.”
“Mmm.” Stiles grabbed Gabriella and they walked in front of the broken vending machine. Stiles shot a look in its direction, a look that the girl caught, and she sent him a glare while she shook her head in exasperation.
“We're gonna find her, so don't worry.” Ella heard Noah’s voice before walking around the corner leading to the elevator
“Call Scott.” The girl whispered and Stiles shot her a look.
“What, why?”
“Because he’s a werewolf, y’know, super strength, sense of smell all that—”
“Yeah ok.” He muttered after she’d opened her jacket wider, showing him the bloodied and balled up white hospital gown.
********* They waited for Scott to arrive to the hospital and when he did, the pair walked outside seeing him already sat in the passenger seat of the Jeep. Gabriella handed Stiles the gown before he helped her get in the backseat.
“This is the one she was just wearing?” Scott asked them after Stiles had handed him the garment and Ella nodded from the backseat. “I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again.”
“Ok then, sniff that thing and let’s get going!” Ella said as she buckled in her seatbelt.
Stiles turned the key in the ignition, the headlights lit the Beacon Hills: Memorial Hospital sign and Allison, who seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
“Wow!” Scott said while Scott’s girlfriend walked to the passenger side.
“What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us!”
“I don't care—” Alison started before noticing the other teenager girl in the backseat. “she's my best friend, and we need to find her before they do.”
“I can find her before the cops can.” The werewolf whispered and Alison frowned.
“How about before my father does?”
“He knows already?” Gabriella asked from the space between the two front seats.
“Yeah. I just saw him, and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs.”
“...Search party.”
“It's more like a hunting party.”
“Get in.” Scott opened the door, letting his girlfriend climb in and sit beside Gab.
“All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?”
“I don't know. They won't tell me anything, okay? All they say is, "We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."”
“What others?”
“I don't know, they won't tell me that yet.”
“Alison, sorry to tell you this but, your family doesn’t seem very open communication wise and also, y’all seem to have issues.”
“Scott, are we going the right way?”
“Take the next right!” Scott said to his best friend and Stiles quickly turned the wheel.
*********          
They had been walking for a few minutes, the Jeep was parked at the “No Trespassing” sign where the woods started. Gabriella looked up from watching the trail where she stepped and noticed the Hale’s burnt house.
“She came here. You sure?”
“Yeah, this is where the scent leads.”
“All right, but has Lydia ever been here?”
“Not with me. Maybe she came here on instinct-- like she was looking for Derek?” Alison said while Ella looked around the property, she’d taken a few steps away from them.
“You mean, looking for an Alpha.”
“Wolves are stronger as a pack, right?” the short brunette asked, and Scott nodded.
“Yeah, but not all of them need one.” The werewolf added.
“But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?” Alison asked and Ellie stopped to look at her.
“Yeah, it makes them stronger.” Gabriella informed Alison and Stiles smiled at the information.
“Like, strength in numbers?”
“No, like-like, literally stronger, faster... Better in every way.” Scott looked at his girlfriend.
“Is that the same for an Alpha?” Gab followed Stiles a few feet away from their friends and watched as he bent down.
“That'll make Derek stronger, too.” Scott mumbled quietly.
“Whoa, hey! Look at this! You see this? I think it's a tripwire.” Alison came closer to them and observed as Stiles pulled on the tense wire.
“Stiles—"
“Yeah, buddy?” Stiles asked turning around.
“Oh shit!” Ella gasped, hiding a laugh.
“Next time you see a tripwire? Don't trip it.”
“Yeah, noted...”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Someone's coming! Hide!” Scott alerted them, his hearing picking up on the sound of leaves breaking under people’s boots. “Go!”
Stiles nodded as he grabbed the girls and ran away to hide behind some trees. Gabriella tripped on broken tree branches and fell to the moist grass, Stiles and Alison following quickly after.
“Scott?” Mr. Argent, a werewolf hunter and Alison’s father arrived and crouched down to be eye level with the teenager.
“Mr. Argent...”
“How are you doing?”
“Good. You know, just hangin' out.” The werewolf said as he hung upside down, the blood rushing to his head. “Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting.”
“What are you doing out here, Scott?” Argent sighed.
“Looking for my friend.”
“Ahh... That's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?”
“Actually, "clique" sounds about right to me.”
“I hope so... 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance such as yourself? One, I can handle. Not two.” The man said in warning tone.
“No...”
“Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?”
“I have a feeling I don't want to—"
“It’s a medical term for amputating someone at the waist. Cutting them in half. It takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that. ...Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary.” Argent stood up and walked away, followed by two other hunters. Gabriella, Stiles and Alison came out of their hiding place and jogged to the werewolf, concerned for him.
“Are you okay?” The tall brunette asked.
“Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad...”
“Stiles, help me with this—” Alison moved to the tree where the wire came from and Ella snorted when Scott looked up at her, got his claws out and cut the material in half, releasing himself.
“Thanks... But I think I got it.”
“Yeah...”
“Comin'?” Scott and Gabriella started walking towards the Hale’s burnt house before turning to face their friends.
*********
The next morning, after Stiles and Gabbie got the news of the grave robbings, they met up with a very confused and disgusted Scott.
“Am I driving you home after school?” Scott asked as he parked the Jeep in its usual spot.
“No, actually, got a new job interview.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. Bowling alley.”
“If you get it, try to not get attacked by an alpha, will you? Can’t have you dying on me.” Gabriella rolled her eyes before squishing his cheeks.
“Look at you, all worried for my life. Oh, hey! Scott’s here let’s go!” she said as she got out of the car, Stiles frozen in his seat.
“Morning mister McCall!”
“James. So, what’s up with the graves things?”
“Missing livers.” Gabriella nodded with disgust as Stiles arrived beside her.
“She ate the liver?”
“No, we didn't say she ate it—‘just said it was missing. And, you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body.”
“I never ate anyone's liver...”
“Yeah, right. 'Cause, when it comes to Werewolves, you're a real model of self-control...” Stiles said and Scott and Gab rolled their eyes. “Actually, wait-- hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, like, what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”
Scott shrugged, “Allison.”
“Okay, nothing else? Seriously?”
“Nothing else mattered. But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bitten, she was with you.” The werewolf said looking at his two friends.
“Maybe, but she went looking for Jax, not us.” Ella said and she noticed the sports car arriving in the parking lot.
The blonde teenager, the wanna be werewolf, came out of his car with a smug, self-satisfied expression on his face as he breathed in the polluted air.  
“Nice car.” A homeless man commented while he looked through the trash bin.
“Here's a dollar-- go find another parking lot to die in.” The lacrosse player handed him a single one-dollar bill before wiping his hand. “Security!” he called out just as the three friends were walking in the school.
*********
When Gabriella remembered that she had a class with Harris that day she groaned, loudly. She let her head fall back on her locker before opening her eyes and noticing Scott who smiled at her.
“I don’t wanna.”
“But you gotta.”
“Why?” she whined as he pulled her towards the class. “He’ll talk and his voice will physically hurt me, I’ll have to fight off the urge to hit him with his chair and you know I can’t fight those.”
“Stop it.”
“Scott that man is a freaking pain. He is boring, he’s a bad dresser, an overall bad human, his breath always smells like he just ate a whole ass pound of blue cheese and he’s not even good looki—” Gab stopped as she walked straight into the teacher.
“Take your seat, miss. Jam—”
“Yeah hi, going.” She grumbled and followed the werewolf who was laughing only to take the seat behind his table.
The class started out like it usually did, Harris made sure everyone was there before announcing that day’s plan and a test. He had just handed the students’ tests when Stiles leaned forwards to talk to his best friend.
“All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right...”
“I know.”
“What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?”
“This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”
“...Can you do that?” Stiles asked and Gab kicked the side of his shin.
“Well, there it is again. Your voice-- triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three o'clock for detention.”
“You too, Mr. McCall?” the adult asked when he turned around.
“No, sir.”
“Can I hit him now, don’t have much restraint anymore, Scotty.” Gabriella said just above a whisper and she saw Scott’s shoulders move as he shook his head.
*********
Alison was at her locker after her last class, taking a look at the black dress for the funeral later that day.
“Nice dress.” A student a few lockers away said.
“Nice camera.”
“-Not her sister, her aunt. The one who murdered all those people.”
“You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people?”
“Yeah, the fire, all those animal attacks... it was her aunt.”
“Are you kidding? I sit next to her in English.”
“Find a new seat.”
She slammed her locker’s door shut and jumped when Gab appeared next to her.
“It’ll get better. People are horrible but they’ll forget about it when another student has a crazy relative or becomes a werewolf, you’ll see.” She smiled before squeezing her hand. “Listen, I know you and I are not very close but, in a world filled with werewolves and whatever else is out there, us girl need to have each other’s back. So, hit me up, yeah?” Alison nodded tearfully before Ella nudged her towards an open classroom door where Scott was waiting for her.
The brunette left for her interview, a thirty minutes’ walk separated her from the bowling alley while Scott helped his girlfriend and Stiles was with Mr. Harris. He had promised her that he’d pick her up later.
*********
Alison and her family arrived at the Beacon Hills’ cemetery where a few dozen of journalists were waiting for them, along with Matt who was able to sneak past the barricade to take more personal pictures. Scott arrived and hid behind a statue a few feet away from the main action.  
“That looks expensive.” An older man said as he grabbed Matt’s camera.
“Yeah-- nine hundred bucks.” The teenager stammered. “And how expensive is this?” the man asked as he snapped the memory card in half before giving back the camera.
The older man walked, with a certain authority and approached the family.
“Christopher.” He said as he brought the hunter in for a cold hug.
“Gerard.”
Alison’s mother greeted the man, Gerard, with kisses on his cheeks and sent him a sad smile. “I'm so sorry.” Gerard looked down at Alison.
Still in his hiding space, Scott jumped slightly when Stiles slid to his sides.
“Yo.”
“Where’s Gab?” The werewolf asked.
“Job interview.” Stiles replied and looked out to the scene in front of them where he could see the elder exchange a few words with Alison. “Who the hell is that?”
“He's definitely an Argent.”
“Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral? I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. It's possible, right?”
“I know what they are... They're reinforcements.”
The two teenagers yelped when they were grabbed by the back of their necks.
“Ah. The two of you. Unbelievable.” Noah Stilinski seethed. “Pick up my tie.” He requested of his son.
“Got it. Sorry. I know I'm supposed to ask—" he said as they were brought to his dad’s police car.
“Four-one-five Adam.” The voice on the radioncalled out.
“I didn't copy that-- did you say four-one-five Adam?” Scott looked over at Stiles, silently asking what the call meant.
“Disturbance in a car.” Stiles whispered.
“They were taking a heart attack victim, DOA, but on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em.”
“What-- hit the ambulance?” the sheriff asked.
“Copy that. I'm standing in front of it now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere.”
“All right, Unit Four, what's your twenty?”
“Route 5 and Post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this.”
“All right, take it easy. I'm on my way.” Noah ended the conversation and turned around with a stern look on his face. “Now, as for you two—" he stopped, noticing the two empty seats and the open doors. Scott and Stiles had left.
*********
The two teenagers made their way to Stiles’ car.
“Should we get Gab? Is she home?” Scott asked and Stiles drove away from the cemetery.
“Text her and see.” And that’s what Scott did.
“Yeah, says she got home when you never showed after her interview.”
“Shit, I forgot.” Stiles said, rubbing his forehead.
“Dude it’ll be fine, she just says to hurry up.”
*********
“What the hell is Lydia doing?” Stiles asked his friends when they arrived at the accident site, an ambulance was parked on the side of the road, its lights flashing brightly.
“I don't know.”
“What kept you from doing that? Was it Allison?”
“I hope so...”
“Scotty, can you hear and smell well? Need to get any closer?” Gabriella asked as she, herself, tried to listen.
“No, I got it.”
“Alright but, Scott. Please find her, I really, I really need you to find her, okay?” she smiled sadly at the thought of her cousin out there, alone, naked and scared.
“I will.” Scott moved away from them swiftly.
In the meantime, Gabriella and Stiles made themselves known to the police force. Ok, well, the police dogs had caught their scents and alerted the officers which left Noah in, again, a state of frustration and disappointment but, what else could he expect?
“We were just...” The buzzcut wearing teenager started to explain when he caught sight of something moving in the trees. “Lydia?” he called out and Gab grabbed his arm when she saw her cousin all scratched up and called out for her.
“Lydia? Lydia!”
“Well... is anyone gonna get me a coat?” the naked redhead shivered, and Stiles started to grab at his father’s jacket before falling over nothing.
“Jesus.” Gab groaned.
“Yep. Here you go.” The sheriff stepped in and the young brunette accompanied him, ready to help in any way she could.
“Hi,” Ella breathed out as she wrapped her jacket and Noah’s around the other teenage girl. “I’m so happy you’re okay.” She hugged her, grimacing at how cold her skin was.
“Ellie, what the hell happened?” Lydia asked, a vacant look in her eyes.
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alphaofdarkness · 3 years
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not me here for the oc ask ! can't wait to answer the ones you asked me, tomorrow i have my exam and then i shall live again haha ! but now i'll ask you 1, 2, 17, 18, 19, 20 and 31 — i know, it is a lot ( you don't have to do them all 💕) , but i really want to know something more about your wonderful babies and Dany ofc ! I missed her sm during this semi-hiatus 🤧💕💕💕 hope you're doing fine, sending you lots of love 💞💕💘
@carmenio Edgy!! 🥺 so happy to hear from you! ✨ I love these kinds of asks, especially on my many, many OC babies! I hope these answers are good and interesting to thee! I’ll present more info on Dany to some way, some how cause I love her 😭💖
I have gone and included the other questions you asked as well! 🤗 Let’s dive in! 😳
1. Gone and Answered Here ! UwU
2. Do you have a personal favorite among your OCs?
Personal favorite is often shown in the one I draw the most lol, which for a long time was Danielle LWW, but just because she was also my wolfsona at the time. After I made my own personal one I think I went onto Sam for a good while, also eventually going to Dany from Bsd!
So a tie between two beautiful girls, Sam is definitely my favorite LWW Oc, she is just precious and the one I hold the most and most always feel terrible and bad when I put her through it TM. 
Also Dany is my self insert, U//w//U, she has definitely allowed me to slowly self love and allow me to appreciate myself, especially the parts of me I didn’t think to much about or consider so appealing, I think? She has definitely been changing gradually into more of myself since I first came up with her almost 2 years ago! Watch me slowly knock her down to my height of 4′9″, let her have her 3 inches for another year maybe lol.
My dearest Atsushi agrees lol ✨🐯
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17. Any OC OTPs? 
👀 lol yesss~ so many and so many crack ships too, which I'll answer next 😂
I’ll just go on and list them off, plenty more of them but~:
DanyJay
SoraYama
LidiaTom
AlikLucy
IsabelleKayla
AlexanderIsabelle
DarkwolfmonJatomon
JatamonRaiwolfmon
EarthamonHounmon
HumaamonWolverimon
And lastly TakaSam is the one I have definitely drawn and thought of the most! They are the top OTP and just best trope of Childhood Friends to Lovers trope, also filling in that trope of Oblivious to both of them but everyone else 🙄. While SoraYama may have been the OG Couple in my story, my love and warmth for TakaSam is unmatched TwT.
It is wild cause I always draw anguish between them as could-have-been-lovers-had-it-not-been-for-death, but recently been drawing them purely happy and content. Total sweethearts, the love everyone wants, excluding possibility of being old friends or not!
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18. Any OC crackships?
L o l, I never seem to focus on the main couples because of this specific thing.
I’ll again just go off in list an maybe add a trope or something to get an idea of them:
DanyYama: Rivals, Constantly arguing, and can be petty as heck, but oh the potential and just possibility of opening up after the traumaTM 👀 also the couple that is always in your face about being in a relationship.
DanySora: Sparing partners, the sass and stubbornness, BiPan solidarity 👀
DanyLidia: Pure, wholesome, best friends and so much hugging and lifting from the tol to smol, the nature love vibes
SamJay: Wholesome, soft, healing together from traumaTM, protectiveness, also their Digimon were lovers and married in their previous life, what does that make us? 😳
SamDany: Mostly sibling-like relationship, but damn they have that Sun and Moon tropes?! How can you not possibly ship them!
SamLula: Shy and Confident, Bisexual/Lesbian solidarity 💕✨
JaySora: Opposite of the DanyYama tropes, why are our partners constantly arguing, can they please stop, pure and soft together.
DanyTaka: Digimon Au specifically, Oh you and I are the voice of the revolution? We are rallying up the troops together? Oh boi my Digimon feels love for yours, am I falling for you or are we falling together? Depression buddies but also each others hope and spirit boost ;;w;;
Any of the Warriors with the Sins: A whole lo t of mess, and just not healthy ... but I can already seen fandom people sayin g otherwise~
LustWrath: Spicy, no strings attached kind of deal.
WrathEnvy: ...Oof um, not healthy, kind of manipulative, we are devils there is nothing but toxic vibes.
PrideWrath: Rulers, King and Queen vibes, Yeah we are toxic for each other, f*** off.
19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)
Definitely Darkwolfmon! I am sure I explained in the first question why, but again I consider her to be that other half of me, the part of me I never discovered or the parts that essentially fill in the gaps within me. She is my precious partner Digimon and has honestly come a long, long way since I first created her. I believe sometime in 2009-2010, so almost 11-12 years since. She was the first ever OC of mine and is one I hold closest too in my heart.
For the longest time, even too now, I have always wanted her to just manifest at my side. Go on this journey of life together. While she might not be physically here like my child-self would want, she is still in my stories, my imagination, my inspirational drive. I think that is definitely more than enough, I don't know where or who I would be without having created her. I probably wouldn’t have a whole tale of OC’s and stories to tell if it wasn't for her. 
I am more than grateful and thankful that I am who I am because of this lovely Oc of mine. I can only hope to have her at my side for the rest of my days!
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20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?
Most, if not all, my OC’s can sing! Their voices and tones vary, to which I cannot give a straight answer on how I headcanon most of their voices right now ^^; I will say that Danielle has a British accent to her voice as well as Spanish speak, and Sora has a Russian accent to her voice, so may be just lightly deep, but not to much.
I will definitely go with my Bsd Oc/Self Insert Danielle Mika Mason, however! Because I have gone and done a thing on how she would speak in her Japanese and English Dub! Other than me also being her voice, her Japanese VA would be Yui Ishikawa, same VA of the queen herself, Mikasa 💕 English VA would be Barrett Wilbert Weed, with an English accent, good Veronica from the Heathers! You can have a listen to her here in this post! 
Dany is meek when it comes to her singing, she will often be caught humming and softly singing something, but quickly tends to stop around others. She is often back and forth with how she sounds and often shuts down when she hears someone she considers better than her. She just needs some encouragement and a gentle push from someone she really cares about. When she does feel the push and genuineness from someone she will sing her heart out. But of course prefers to sing for only that one special person~ can ya guess~ 🐯
31.  Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really).
Oh boi! I literally have moodboards to add to this! I pick Samantha, or Sam! 
She would totes have a Tumblr blog, and Instagram! You always look forward to see what she post and just feel an instant calmness and warmth when you see it! She is always tagging her things appropriately, a soft and warm spring like layout that is shades of yellows, golds, orange, white; an occasional blue and teal as well! She would reblog anything of her aesthetic, golds, yellows, dance and ballet related things (may even post videos or poses of herself in practice and dance related things), cafe shops, sweets and desserts, warm night lights, cats, lots and lots of cats and felines of all shapes and sizes! Her best friend/boyfriend, Takaru always cameos in her stories and posts 💖
She would also reblog or spread awareness of any issues happening in the world, marking them and making her own voice heard as well. In spur moments, you may see her not tag things, but will likely go back to name things accordingly. She would also reblog anything of Bi Pride too!
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28. Your most dangerous OC? 
Hmmm,,, my most dangerous Oc, I am taking the notion that they are just plain dangerous and likely of evil intent in their actions. Because plenty of my Oc’s on their own are dangerous in their own right, such as the Legendary Wolf Warriors, who have a great power at their paws. They can be destructive in their actions if they lose control or use it for the wrong intentions, which they wouldn't do of their free will. 
I will say Danielle and Sam are the strongest of the seven, because of their powers of Darkness and Light, respectively. Their souls created the others, so the other Warrior’s power does not match theirs. They can definitely be lethal together if used for the wrong reasons or if they are under the control of a Human or Deadly Sin.
Which leads me to say that the most dangerous of my OC’s with the worst intentions and evil thought processes that makes them dangerous is likely the Deadly Soul Sin Pride, or Mikka Penelope King/Pride as her solid name goes. 
She is definitely the most sinister of the seven sins, even worse than Wrath, who you may figure would be the worst. She has a calculating mind and is very precise in her actions and ways of manipulation. She has a poison within her veins that is just as deadly, capable of blinding others or even killing without remorse or care. While she may be a ghost like entity in my stories, a person/digimon holder in my Digimon College Au, she has enough power to influence people to fall under pride and vanity in the most dangerous level possible, heck even possess them if she wishes. That makes her stronger, as well as the other sins. Does not matter if she is dead or fades away for a while, her influence remains and if it does, than she can exist for a long as she desires.
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48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
Lol I saw cinnamon roll and instantly had a list of ocs ready, honestly any child OC I have is instantly a cinnamon roll and to good and put for this world, please treat them all kindly!
Current top Oc’s that come to mind are Haruko Mason-Nakajima, along with their nameless sister/pup! They are the sweetest babies ever and love them so much. Too good and pure, especially nameless pup with her love for tigers; she wants to grow up and be like her sibling and papa 🥺🥰  You can see the post on them here!
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Next up is my precious flamey boi named Alik Azure Mizuhara! A next gen. LWW, son of Sora and Yamato! A little sightless boi with the softest heart and warmest empathy for others. Very much like his mother in likeness and pure curiosity of the world’s secrets and tales. His father worries for him a lot, but gradually learns to trust in his ability to guide himself. Don’t worry too much about him, he is very smart and knows how to care and guide himself!
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Thank you so much for the time and questions you asked me Edgy! I had so much fun with these and gave me a chance to gush about my dearest OC’s! I do hope you find them of interest! 🤗🥺🥰
May your day be beautiful and amazing!! 🥰✨💖
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etlunainmorte · 4 years
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*Bella Basil Raspberry Tea*
Total Time - 45 minutes preparation plus chilling
Serves - 6
Ingredients
3 cups fresh raspberries
1 cup sugar
1 cup packed fresh basil leaves, coarsely chopped
1/4 cup lime juice
2 individual black tea bags
1 bottle ( 1 liter ) carbonated water or 1 bottle ( 750 milliliters ) sparkling rose wine
Ice cubes
Fresh raspberries and basil leaves, optional
Directions
In a large saucepan, combine the raspberries, sugar, basil and lime juice. Mash berries. Cook over medium heat for 7 minutes or until berries release juices.
Remove from the heat; add tea bags. Cover and steep for 20 minutes. Strain, discarding tea bags and raspberry seeds. Transfer tea to a 2 - qt. pitcher. Cover and refrigerate until serving.
Just before serving, slowly add carbonated water or wine. Serve over ice. If desired, top with raspberries and basil.
Nutrition Facts
1 cup: 281 calories, 0 fat ( 0 saturated fat ), 0 cholesterol, 9mg sodium, 44g carbohydrate ( 37g sugars, 4g fiber ), 1g protein.
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*Cookie Dough Stuffed Oreos*
Yields - 30
Prep Time - 10 minutes
Total Time - 1 hour 35 minutes
Ingredients
1/2 c. ( 1 stick ) melted butter
1/2 c. granulated sugar 
1/2 c. packed brown sugar 
1 tsp. pure vanilla extract 
1 c. almond flour 
1/2 tsp. kosher salt 
2/3 c. mini chocolate chips
24 Oreos
1 c. chocolate chips
1 tbsp. coconut oil 
1/4 c. sprinkles 
Directions
Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper. In a large bowl, whisk together melted butter, sugars, and vanilla. Stir in almond flour and salt, then fold in mini chocolate chips. 
Separate Oreos trying to keep cream intact. Place 2 tsp of cookie dough on Oreo half with cream, then sandwich with other half of Oreo. Repeat with remaining Oreos and dough. 
Place chocolate chips and coconut oil in a microwave safe bowl and microwave in 30 second intervals until melted. Dip Oreos halfway into chocolate, place on prepared baking sheet, and top with sprinkles. Refrigerate until chocolate is hardened, 1 hour.
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"You said, please, say yes." You excitedly informed him. "And I said, yes! I'm going to the New Year's Ball with you, V!"
It took the poet a full minute before he finally realized what you were talking about. And when he finally realized what your words truly meant, his eyes slowly widened and his mouth fell open in shock. He grabbed his messy hair with both hands and spoke, "That - that's your answer, right? You'll go to the Ball with me?"
"Hahaha! Of course, you silly poet!" You laughed as you threw yourself at him, hugging him and placing a tender kiss on his cheek. Oh, how sweet you smelled. What a nice morning, indeed! "See ya!"
And before V could even reciprocate with a kiss of his own, you took your hands off him, waved, and went back to your house.
Now, if it were only that easy.
"What happened to you, dear?" Adelaide asked you, a plate of fluffy pancakes in her hand. 
Your hands automatically went up your hair as realization finally kicked in. "I told him I'd go the Ball with him."
"Yes, and?"
Giving your grandmother a horrified look, you answered, "I don't have a vintage dress!"
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❄ Three Wishes ❄
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IX
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"You're in luck." Your cousin, Avery, told you as she nudged your arm with an elbow. "I got your back."
"Thanks." You answered with a shy smile as the two of you made your way to her mansion.
It was a good thing that you called Avery first before going to the shopping district to look for a decent vintage dress. You never knew much about gowns or even dresses ( except for the ones you wear for your concours and concertos ), and you're just glad to have her around.
And honestly? She didn't disappoint. Not only were you not going to spend a single cent, you're also going to have the full vintage wardrobe experience free of charge!
Avery opened the heavy wooden door, a feat which always awed you, and allowed you to step into the threshold first before her.
The warmth of the place welcomed you like an old friend, and the entirely redesigned interior made it look as good, or even better, as new. Avery chucked ( not literally, of course ) the old Grecian statues and the rest of the old stuff away ( including your great grandfather's intimidating life - size portrait, which, if she could be honest, was already considered cursed by a lot of curators ), put them up for auction, and actually gained a lot of money from it ( well, not that Roman would refuse, anyway ). She hired a florist and an interior designer for a revamp of the mansion, and voila!
And now, as you glanced with wonder and admiration at the complete transformation of the interior, your jaw couldn't help but drop and your eyes couldn't help but widen. The house, and all the places and corners the eye could possibly reach, looked actually clean, it didn't even look like a haunted mansion, anymore. In place of the old Grecian statues were two Venetian pedestals with modern flower vases in it. The baroque period paintings were gone from the walls, replaced with modern ones depicting gardens in all four seasons. The old and worn down window frames were also replaced. Even the floorboards don't squeak anymore.
Everything was brand new! And everywhere you look, there were lots, and lots, and lots,... of flowers! And,... this actually made you a bit confused.
Avery, actually decorating her house with flowers,... ?
"Didn't know you'd go for flower power." You let out your thoughts as you followed and observed the positively radiant woman upstairs. "And you looked, ah,... different." You remarked, seeing that she finally got rid of her blue highlights and just let her hair grow naturally, letting its true auburn color show, which looked perfect in its own way. You also noticed that her style changed, as well. Instead of a loud statement shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and a pair of thick leather boots, she's wearing a pastel - colored floral dress, and a pair of wedges.
Avery,... wearing dresses?
Am I missing something here? You thought to yourself as you smiled at your cousin.
"Who? Me? Different?" Avery replied as she glanced at you at the corner of her eye.
You hummed in approval. "You looked,... radiant."
"Nah! I'm still old me. And you're the main focus here, not me. So, if you please,..." Your cousin requested as she gestured for you to open the door to the bedroom on the left hallway. You grabbed the doorknob firmly, carefully turned it, and opened the door,...
You felt a strange wave of nostalgia brush you gently in the face as you entered the old room. The huge French canopy bed on the left, the sweet scent wafting about the cozy room, the pastel colored wallpaper, the heavy floral curtains, and even the white vanity table on the right gave the impression that this room belonged to a very delicate lady,...
... who seemed very much in love.
Huh? Why did I think of that? You pondered as you heard the door close behind you.
"I had this room renovated." Avery told you as she walked towards the vanity table and placed a hand on the ornate mirror. "This belonged to gran's mom."
"Really?!" You gasped, taken by surprise by what you just heard from your cousin. Your eyes wandered once more all over the place, drinking in all the lovely sights the room could offer. It's as if,... the room itself held some sort of significance to you. Like you've been here before. "Wow,..."
"You know, V spent a lot of time in this room last October." Avery giggled as she gave you a sly sideways glance, wanting to see your reaction. And you didn't disappoint. The moment your cousin mentioned his one letter name, your face heated up, making it as red as a beetroot.
"W - what's he doing here?" You stuttered, making the other woman laugh.
"Ah! Long story. I'll tell you some other time." Avery answered as she went towards the large wooden closet on the left near the French canopy bed. "But, I'll tell you this: he's in love with gran's mom."
"Sorry?"
"Never mind." Your cousin teased as she opened the closet, revealing a huge collection of Victorian era dresses of all fabrics, colors, and shapes.
And it simply took your breath away! And instantly made you forget what Avery just revealed.
"Amazing!" You gasped in awe as Avery took one dress made completely out of lace from the huge closet. "It's so, so beautiful!"
"Look, I may tell you that this lady here suits your skin tone but, you can try as many of these as you like." Avery told you as she carefully handed you the delicate dress. "Hell, you can try all of them!"
And that's what you did for the next few hours. As tiring as it was, carefully putting on these dresses and making sure that they don't get damaged in the process, it really was fun trying them on. There were just too many, in different shades of red, blue, purple, green, and yellow, in different fabrics like lace, satin, silk, chiffon, and in different cuts, although ninety - five percent of them had extremely low necklines and all of them had tight fitting bodice.
And somehow, the dresses,...
... felt so familiar to you. From the colors perfectly matching your skin tone, to their sizes exactly fitting your form.
It was like you actually owned them.
"That's beautiful." Avery, who got so tired of waiting and elected to just sit on the bed to watch your every move, said for seemingly the hundredth time that day.
"Yes but," You answered as you uncomfortably looked down at what you’re wearing: an exquisite pale green dress with an empire waist and a pair of bishop sleeves made of voluminous silk. " ... it doesn't seem right."
Avery rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "I told you. Pick whatever you like. V will not judge you if you pick the wrong one, come on!"
"No, it's not that I'm worried about V judging me." You said as you faced the closet once more. "These dresses are all beautiful, and they all fit so perfectly, it's actually scary. But, I don't feel,... special,... in any of them. In a way."
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's like,... I'm happy they all fit. But, I'm not happy wearing them."
"Really? How so?"
"It's like,... ah,... how do I explain this?" You bit your lower lip as you browsed the many more dresses that were hanging inside the vintage closet belonging to your gran's mom. "It's like, I'm looking for something that resonates. That feels special. You know what I'm saying?"
"I'm not sure I know what you meant." Avery answered as she collapsed on the white pillows.
"Ah, it's so hard to - "
"Hard to what?"
You turned towards your cousin, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets and your mouth opening wide. Like you've just awoken to a huge revelation.
"Found something that resonates?" Avery asked as she rolled on the bed, propping her chin on her knuckles and playfully swaying her feet back and forth.
"I might have." You replied as you took a particular dress from the closet and made your way once again towards the massive bathroom. "Wait."
"Isn't that what you're already making V do?" Avery teased with a huge grin plastered on her face as she rolled on the bed once more and laid on her back.
"What's that?!" Your voice echoed from the bathroom. You were just too weirded out with your cousin's behavior.
"Nothing! And make it quick already! I'm starving!"
"Alright! Alright! And can you put something else in here, like a vanity table or something? It feels really empty here!"
"Just like how V feels without you?"
"Come again?!"
"Did I say something?"
"Ugh!"
Avery was clutching her stomach with both hands, hysterically laughing at her jokes when you finally came out of the bathroom. And when she saw you, her mouth simply dropped.
"Girl," She gasped, feeling as if her eyes were deceiving her. " ... you're wearing,... that?"
"Yes!" You proudly declared as you made a little pirouette, the soft fabric of the dress flowing gracefully with your movement. "Isn't this perfect?!"
"W - well," Avery said, still a bit tongue - tied, as she got off the bed and made her way towards you. " ... I must say that's a really curious choice. A good choice, nonetheless. Looks perfect, yes."
Your eyebrows knitted, confusion with Avery's strange commentary on the dress you chose starting to set in. "You don't look happy."
"What? Ugh! Come on, I said it's perfect, right? Now, get dressed and come down, I'm really starving, I could eat a huge bird right now!”
You were still staring at the dress laid carefully on the sofa a few minutes later as you and your cousin enjoyed some cookie dough stuffed oreos and bella basil raspberry tea.
"So, are you gonna tell me?" You said after taking a sip of the sweet beverage. "What V was doing there last October?"
"Ye really wanna know?"
"Well, duh. Of course."
Avery took one cookie from the huge plate and pointed it at you. "Do you believe in ghosts?"
"Umm, yes? No? I don't know,..."
"Well, whatever your belief is, this place," Avery said, taking a bite of the treat. " ... used to be haunted. And I commissioned the Legendary Devil Hunter to drive the spirit out. But, he refused!" She said, then took another bite. "And this man, this thin man who calls himself V, he volunteered. He confronted the Demon who took over this place," She plopped the treat into her mouth and chewed. And with a still full mouth, she said, " ... and set the tortured souls free. Safe to say he won, right?"
"Oh, I s - "
"BUT, of course, you wouldn't believe me! So, forget what I just said." Avery took another cookie and ate it whole. Then, after that, she took another one from the plate and ate it as well.
"You, ah, eat well!" You said, carefully choosing your words so as not to offend your cousin.
"Who, me?" Avery asked as she ate another cookie, then took a sip of her tea. "Nah. Must be your imagination."
" ... okay,... "
"I answered your question, now answer mine." Avery gestured at the dress on the sofa and took another treat from the almost empty plate. "What made you choose that dress?"
"Instinct." You simply answered.
"Meaning?"
"I feel it's the one, you know?"
"Just like how you feel about V?"
"OH, SH - !"
"I'm home, ladies!" Roman, who just entered the living room, greeted you and made his way towards his wife to plant a kiss on her radiant cheek. He, then, took out a box of dumplings from a plastic bag and showed it to Avery, whose eyes and mouth widened in delight.
"Roman Mikael Francisco, you greatest husband in the world!" Avery exclaimed in ecstasy as she grabbed the Chinese take out box from Roman's hand. "How did you know I'm craving this?"
"Instinct." Roman answered as he winked at you, making you nod in realization of the real situation.
"Oh, shush, you!" Avery playfully slapped Roman's hand and looked back at you. "And you! You have to go back home, it's getting late."
"I'm not a kid!" You replied with a silly grin on your face as you took the dress from the sofa. "And it's only afternoon."
"Whatever." Avery said and stood, accidentally dropping her handkerchief from her lap to the floor in the process. "Oh, it fell! Just like how you and V fell for each other!"
"Stop!"
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❄ @la-vita , @clevermentalitybeliever , @birdgirl69 , @v-vic , and @dreaming-gamer . ❄
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"You alright on your own?" Roman asked graciously as he walked with you towards your house. "You need help with that box? That's huge!"
"I can handle this, thanks!" You replied with a smile as you held the box containing the dress and its accessories closer to your form.
"Are you a hundred percent sure?"
"Yes."
Roman nodded, his charming smile showing on his young - looking face. "Alright, alright. I'll go back to Avery, then. She's getting more and more delicate these past few days, you know?"
"Yeah. Take care of her, alright?"
"Si, si." Roman smiled, waved, and walked back towards the mansion.
So, I'm right! You thought as you opened the door to your own house. "Gran, I'm home - "
However, something, or someone, stopped you in your tracks.
Christopher Lancaster, your narcissistic former lover, was waiting for you in the living room. What's more, he was holding an expensive - looking bouquet of red roses, there was a box of expensive French chocolate on the table, and Adelaide was looking at the man with utter hate and disdain from one corner of the room. Like he forced her to let him in the house.
"(Y/N)!" The man greeted as he stood up from the sofa and made his way towards you. "I was waiting for you."
You took a few steps back and held the box right in front of you to prevent the man from getting closer to you. "What do you want, Christopher?"
"Aww, how cold! Yikes!" The man sarcastically said as he made a shivering gesture. "I only wanted to give this to you - "
"What. Do you. Want?"
"Sheesh, can't a man invite a lady properly to the New Year's Ball?"
"Oh! Is that so?"
"So, you'll come with me! That's great news! I - "
"Get out of here, you're scaring gran."
The man drew back in shock at what he just heard. "I beg your pardon?"
"I said, GET OUT! I'M NOT GOING TO THE BALL WITH YOU!"
"WHAT? YOU CAN'T REFUSE ME!"
"WELL, I JUST DID!" You yelled as you took the box of expensive chocolate from the table and shoved it forcefully into his arms. "NOW, GET OUT!"
The man gave you one last look of contempt before turning and finally leaving you and your grandmother alone.
And, hell, it felt good!
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rosedavid · 5 years
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Since Cyrus loves TJ's name, TJ lets Cyrus call him Thelonious sometimes, but one day, he accidently calls him that when they're with the gang at the spoon (but please let it end happy lol I don't want an angry TJ)
this got way long lol! hope you enjoy :)
What’s in a Name:
It’s the weekend, and Cyrus stands outside of TJ’s house. They have a informal date at his house planned for the day. Most likely, it would involve lots of binge watching tv shows and cuddling. 
When the doorbell rings, TJ races down the stairs, almost falling. He yanks open the door in excitement, heat rising on his face when he sees Cyrus outside all bundled up in comfy clothes. He ushers the other boy indoors, stopping him in the doorway to greet him properly. 
“Good morning, Cy,” TJ greets, automatically tilting his head down to peck his boyfriend’s lips. 
“Good morning, Thelonious.”
TJ frowns at Cyrus, who plays innocent. 
“I should take back my kiss just for that!” TJ exclaims, crossing his arms with a huff. 
Cyrus breaks out into a grin, tugging on the sleeve of TJ’s shirt. He reaches up on his toes to try and press a kiss to TJ’s lips, but TJ dodges causing Cyrus to miss. Instead, he ends up kissing TJ’s chin which causes them both to chuckle. 
“TJ!” Cyrus whines. “Please let me call you by your full name!”
Honestly, TJ loves the way his name sounds on Cyrus’s lips. He’s never been fond of his name (obviously), but every time Cyrus speaks it endearingly, with no hint of teasing in his voice, it makes TJ’s heart pound. With Cyrus, everything has always been easier. Cyrus has allowed him to become truer to himself, as well as less insecure about numerous things, from his dyscalculia to his identity. In retrospect, it makes sense that TJ would feel comfortable with Cyrus calling him by his real name.
“Okay, fine,” TJ relents, “Just please don’t use it in front of anyone else!”
Cyrus squeals, bouncing on his toes. “It’s a deal, Thelonious!”
Unable to resist the adorable boy beside him, TJ pulls him into another kiss that leaves both of them dizzy. 
For the few months, Cyrus continues to call TJ Thelonious in private. Sometimes, he’ll even call him Jagger if he wants to mess with him. Not used to hearing his name so often, TJ can’t help but get butterflies every time Cyrus says it. He doesn’t say it very often, though. He mostly uses it for special reasons, such as to make a point. In fact, Cyrus using TJ’s real name helps calm TJ down because he knows he’s with someone who knows him better than anyone.
One of his favorite moments with Cyrus so far happens a few weeks into their relationship. They lie on Cyrus’s bed, half-asleep from the lull of music in the background. The oranges and pinks of the sunset stream through the blinds, scattering light across the carpet. It’s been a rough day for both of them. TJ had failed yet another math test, making him feel discouraged. Cyrus, on the other hand, didn’t get into the advanced creative writing class he wanted to participate in the next year. 
“Are you asleep?” Cyrus whispers, squinting over at the boy in his arms. 
“No,” TJ admits with a yawn. “I wish I was, though. I wish I could just forget about this day.”
“Me too.”
TJ adjusts his position so he’s facing Cyrus, noses nearly touching from their close proximity. He reaches a hand up to Cyrus’s cheek, brushing it with a delicate touch. Cyrus blinks slowly, gazing into his eyes. 
“I’m sorry about your class,” TJ whispers. 
Cyrus shrugs. “Happens, I guess. I’m just not good enough for it.”
“Don’t say that! You’re amazing, Cyrus. I love your writing. You just need to keep practicing. You’ll get there.”
“You need to take your own advice,” Cyrus says, not in a harsh tone but rather a sensitive nudge. 
TJ’s expression darkens. “That’s different. I’m different. I’ll never be able to do math as well as everyone else because I’m stupid.”
“Hey,” Cyrus frowns, scooting impossibly closer to him. 
He reaches for TJ’s hand, intertwining their fingers. He squeezes their hands together before tugging them up and kissing TJ’s fingers. 
“You are not stupid, Thelonious,” Cyrus promises. “And just because you’re different doesn’t make you any less of a person. I’m different, too by a lot of people’s dumb standards. But we can be different together. And you know I’ll always be here to support you and help you out with math or anything else you need.”
TJ feels tears welling up in his eyes at Cyrus’s words. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a croak comes out. Understanding how he’s feeling, Cyrus wraps an arm around his side. Their legs tangle together, and TJ also slings an arm around Cyrus. They stay like that for a while, just breathing deeply and listening to soft melodies echoing from the speaker.
Despite that day being one of TJ and Cyrus’s worst, for both it ended up being one of their fondest memories of each other. Never have they had such a tender moment since the time they confessed their feelings for each other on the bench.
Just like he promised, Cyrus only uses TJ’s name when they’re by themselves. Still, noticing how much TJ loves it when he says it, Cyrus ends up sneaking it in more and more, sometimes even in public when they’re apart from the crowd. TJ never gets upset, as Cyrus is typically careful about saying it.
“Thelonious,” Cyrus giggles, “Stop it!”
“Don’t think using my name can always get you out of things!” TJ responds, not letting up on his brutal tickling.
Cyrus bursts out in laughter, head tipped back and arms squirming. TJ’s fingers dance along his belly while Cyrus curls in on himself. When he hears Cyrus’s beautiful laughter, TJ can’t help but smile.
“Thelonious. Thelonious. Thelonious,” Cyrus says between his laughs.
Finally, TJ relents. “Okay, okay, I give for now.”
“Finally! I thought I’d have to break out Jagger,” Cyrus teases.
Today is just over three months into their relationship. As usual, they are connected at the hip. Honestly, neither of them has been happier. TJ finally has accepted himself and gotten more comfortable in his relationship, while Cyrus feels fully loved.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” TJ asks, knowing that Cyrus has an elaborate schedule even during weekends.
“Well, we have to meet everybody for lunch at The Spoon in like an hour,” Cyrus replies.
TJ groans in mock annoyance, causing Cyrus to reach over and smack his arm playfully.
“I don’t wanna socialize,” TJ complains.
“I know, trust me, but we have to. Besides, weren’t you just saying you missed talking to Andi? She’ll be there, too.”
In the past few months, TJ has grown even closer to all of Cyrus’s (and now his) friends. He’s made his own place in their little group besides the kid who used to be mean. Now, he’s Buffy’s sports buddy, Jonah’s music buddy, and Andi’s drawing buddy. Not to mention, even though they already knew about his and Cyrus’s relationship, after coming out to all of them officially a few weeks ago as gay, TJ has felt a lot more comfortable in the friend group.
“Okay, I’ll go, but only for Andi,” TJ decides with a smirk.
“You’re the worst.”
TJ smacks a sloppy kiss on Cyrus’s cheek. Cyrus wipes it away, rolling his eyes.
“Did you have to slobber on me?”
“You say that as if you don’t drool all over my pillows as well as myself when you sleep over,” TJ comments cheekily.
The boys spend the rest of the morning before meeting their friends bantering and getting ready. Having slept over the previous night, Cyrus borrows one of TJ’s hoodies and shorts, both of which are way too large for him.
After not seeing each other for a while with TJ traveling for high school basketball and Cyrus deep in studying, they’re grateful to be together again for a bit. High school has been a difficult adjustment, but they manage to find time for dates and friends between everything. Today is the first time in a while all of them will be together in once place.
“We’re going to be late!” Cyrus shouts as he pulls on his shoes an hour later. “Hurry up!”
TJ fumbles downstairs. “I’m coming! I just had to find my converse.”
Luckily, The Spoon is only a short walk away from TJ’s house. Despite the short distance, though, they still manage to be a bit late much to Cyrus’s chagrin. Everyone else is already there by the time they arrive, chatting amongst each other. Even Amber has gotten off her shift to join them.
“Cyrus! TJ!” Andi waves. “Finally!”
“We’re only five minutes late,” TJ comments.
“I’m a very punctual person, TJ!” Cyrus retorts, jabbing his side.
“Trust me, I know.”
From her spot beside Marty, Buffy sighs. “As great as it is to see Cyrus not moping, I definitely did not miss your constant flirting.”
TJ and Cyrus scoot in beside everyone. It’s crazy how big their group as grown in the past bit to include Marty, Amber, and TJ himself. They can no longer use a regular booth at The Spoon unless Cyrus sits on TJ’s lap (which TJ would not oppose, but Buffy for sure would).
“We do not constantly flirt!” TJ says. “We’re just talking.”
“Exactly,” Cyrus agrees. “TJ isn’t smooth enough to flirt, anyway.”
“Oh, please, I could flirt circles around you—”
“You two are literally flirting right now,” Amber comments, sharing an amused glance with her girlfriend.
“You’re flirting with me, Thelonious?!” Cyrus gasps in mock surprise.
It seems so natural to them. The name just slides off Cyrus’s tongue without a second thought. At first, TJ doesn’t even realize Cyrus did anything wrong. He simply ruffles Cyrus’s hair with a grin. It’s only when they notice that no one else is speaking or moving that Cyrus realizes his mistake.
“Wait, what?! Thelonious? Is that seriously your name?” Buffy chuckles.
“Why else would Cyrus call him that?” Andi responds.
“You told Cyrus before us?”
TJ immediately scoots out of the booth roughly, ignoring Cyrus’s outstretched hand. He glares at them all, but his gaze lands mostly on Cyrus, who shrinks in on himself. TJ never wanted any of them to find out, at least not yet, but now one of his most embarrassing secrets is out to all of them. Everyone will for sure make fun of him for the remainder of his life.
“Yeah, but I guess that was a mistake,” TJ mutters.
“Wait!” Cyrus calls out, but TJ ignores his calls.
He stalks away down the sidewalk, fuming. He should’ve known that it would get out at some point. For more than once in his life, he wishes his parents never named him something so ridiculous. Even though Cyrus claims he likes it, it’s extremely unlikely that everyone else will. He can’t believe Cyrus just blurted out his name like that. After all, his family has been able to keep it a secret from his friends for years. But Cyrus just said it in front of all of them. Was it on purpose?
No. Even though TJ is angry with Cyrus, he knows Cyrus would never do something like that on purpose. It was just an accident. An accident. TJ shouldn’t be so furious with him, but he can’t help it.
How did it slip out so easily? How could Cyrus just say something so abnormal like it’s normal?
“That’s a great name!”
“You are not stupid, Thelonious.”
“Thelonious! You need get back to studying.”
“You’re beautiful, Theo.”
“You’ve got them moves like Jagger!”
“I love you, Thelonious.”
TJ blinks. He’s at the swings, where everything began. Where everything fell apart. Now, where he comes to a startling realization. It’s not abnormal for Cyrus. His name is a way to express his adoration and love, to show his support, to be there for him. For Cyrus, his name has never been weird or unusual, it’s just been his name. No matter how much TJ despises his name, Cyrus loves it. TJ loves that Cyrus loves it. TJ likes his name when Cyrus says it.
“TJ!” A voice in the distance calls.
It’s Cyrus of course. At first, the sight of him makes TJ feel anger rushing through him again, but it dissipates as fast as it comes. As Cyrus comes closer, TJ notices that his face is red, tears on his cheeks and in his eyes. All TJ can feel now is guilt.
“Oh my god, TJ,” Cyrus gasps, trying to catch his breath. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say your name in front of them, I promise! I-I don’t know what happened! I was just so caught up in the moment and it just slipped out, and I feel so bad about it! I’m sorr—”
“Woah, take a breath,” TJ instructs, bracing his hand on Cyrus’s shoulder.
Once Cyrus can catch his breath again, TJ sits them down on adjacent swings. Cyrus still appears to be feeling awful about the whole situation, sniffling occasionally.
“I’m not upset, not anymore at least,” TJ tells him. “I know it was an accident. It’s okay.”
“But it’s not!” Cyrus disagrees. “If I can’t even keep your name a secret, how can you trust me with anything ever?”
“It’s not your fault, Cy. You call me it all the time, and I let you because I like hearing you say my name. We’re comfortable with it now, so using it is almost automatic. I get it.”
“I still feel bad,” Cyrus sighs. “I made sure to tell everyone at The Spoon to never tell anyone and to never use it!”
TJ smiles, reaching over to clear Cyrus’s face of tears. “Thank you, but I actually think I’m going to tell them my full name now that they know half of it.”
“Are you sure? I feel like I pressured you into this.”
“You didn’t. You made me more comfortable with my name and myself, Cyrus. I should be thanking you endlessly for that.”
They stand up so they can hug.
“You don’t have to thank me, Theo,” Cyrus whispers into his ear. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Cyrus.”
Only after a few more moments of blissful comforting do they head back to The Spoon. Their friends seem surprised to see them walk back through the doors happy and holding hands like nothing happened.
True to his word, TJ tells them all his full name. Although he’s ready now, he still feels insecure about them judging him. Buffy is the first one to comment.
“We can make a club now,” Buffy decides. “Only people named in reference to someone famous can join.”
TJ laughs in relief. “That sounds good to me.”
“Dude, being named after two musicians? That’s cool,” Jonah says.
Marty adds, “And that guy from Shrek!”
At this, they all join in on the laughter. Cyrus brings TJ into yet another hug, but this time everyone else joins in. First, Andi and Buffy wrap themselves around TJ, followed by Jonah, Marty, and finally Amber. TJ feels thoroughly smushed in the middle, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Maybe Thelonious Jagger is a better name than he thought.
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Hi! Sorry if this is a bit long, but I'm in a bit of a pickle! I've accidentally found myself caring for EIGHT eevee eggs, as well as raising them once they hatch (Please don't ask how this happened, it's so embarrasing) Thankfully, I'm financially stable enough to provide for them, I have a large yard for when they're older, and Opal, my primarina, already loves them. Do you have any tips on how to raise baby eevee? Or how to care for the eggs?
Oh my goodness EIGHT EEVEE PUPPIES aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ahem! Sorry! I got excited! (Please send me pictures once they’re born oh my goodness)
So! First of all, the eggs don’t need much maintenance beyond normal eggs. If you place them in incubators, all you need to do is make sure you’re watching for when they’re ready to hatch. Some incubators might require you to manually set temperature or humidity; if so, keep your incubator at a temperature of exactly 99.5°F (37.5°C) and 40-50% humidity for the first 18 days, raising humidity to 65-75% in the final days before hatching. However, most incubators on the line today are automatically calibrated to whichever pokémon is being hatched, and it’s as simple as placing your eggs in the oven and waiting three weeks for them to bake (not literally!!!!!). Make sure your incubator has holes as well, so the eggs have a continuous cycle of fresh air. Additionally, while most incubators automatically turn the eggs, if you need to manually turn them, you should turn them at least three times a day; more turns is better, but the number of turns each day should always be an odd number, so the egg is not resting on the same side for two nights in a row. You should mark each egg with an X and an O on opposite sides, so you know which ones have been turned already.
After three weeks, the eggs will be ready to hatch. You might notice them shifting around on their own in the days leading up to hatching. Eventually, the shells will break, and you’ll have eight baby eevee to care for!
The first two months will require a lot of attention and care. Eevee puppies rely on each other and their mothers for warmth; without the mother, they will only have one another to keep warm, so you might have to provide extra warmth. Wrap a hot water bottle or heating pad in a blanket and place it in the box in which the puppies are staying (they won’t be moving around much in this stage). Keep the room at 90°F (32°C), and slowly lower the temperature over about five or six weeks to low 80s (27°C) or mid- to high 70s (25°C). After this, the puppies can handle a room-temperature environment, although drafts should be kept to a minimum and you should give them plenty of blankets.
Every two to three hours, you should feed your puppies. (Once they reach two to three weeks old, the frequency drops to four times a day.) You’ll need a bottle with a nipple and special formula– do not use miltank milk, as this will upset the puppies’ stomachs. The formula packaging will come with a chart showing the recommended amount for the puppies’ weight; you’ll need an accurate scale to weigh your puppies on to determine how much to feed them. You will need to warm the formula to body temperature; test it on the inside of your wrist to make sure it’s not too hot. After meals, you’ll need to stimulate the puppies to urinate and defecate. Use a slightly moist cotton ball to gently rub the puppies’ lower abdomen and around the anal region, and gently wipe away anything that comes out. Additionally, after every feeding, you should rub the puppies gently with a moist, soft washcloth; this both cleans and stimulates them. After two weeks, the puppies will be able to eliminate on their own; your job will only be to clean their undersides.
After three and a half weeks, you will need to begin the weaning process. Make gruel for your puppies by mixing dry eevee food with warm water or formula. Let the kibble soak up the water or formula until it’s soggy, then mix it until it has the consistency of oatmeal. Put the gruel in a plate on the floor, dip your finger in it, and hold your finger up to each eevee’s mouth and nose. They should follow your finger to the plate, at which point they will enthusiastically start licking up the gruel. Over two to three weeks, start mixing in more dry food, gradually increasing the amount of dry food and decreasing the amount of liquid until your puppies are eating only dry food.
In the case of Opal, it��s wonderful that she already loves the puppies, and she might be able to act as a caretaker along with you. However, it is important to remember that the popplio line and eevee line do not have the same pupping habits. Mother primarinas generally only have one pup at a time, and might nurse for anywhere from six months to a year; popplio pups learn to hunt and swim at around two months, and leave their mothers after a year. As such, Opal might grow anxious as the end of the year approaches, when she believes the puppies will leave her. She also will probably try to train them in catching fish once they reach the right age; eevee are not exactly designed for fishing, and probably won’t have as much success as Opal will, but there shouldn’t be a problem– fish can actually be a healthy part of an eevee’s diet. You should keep her away from the puppies when they are still newborns, as she might try to lie on them and could suffocate them, but other than that it sounds like you have a good mother figure to help you care for the eevee.
…I’m kind of dying to know. How did you end up with these eevee?
Also please please please send me pics
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Name: I go by Lontice or Atlas. I don't prefer one over the other, so take your pick c:
Age: I am an 18 (soon to be 19) year old college student. I, of course, understand that academic and work related responsibilities come first and foremost. Likewise, I'd greatly appreciate if you'd afford me the same courtesy.
Timezone: EST. However, be it that I am in college, I kinda run on my own timezone.. I am still very active throughout the day and partially throughout the nights. I'd only every really be gone a few days before a big assignment or towards finals, the usual; anything else and I'd tell you immediately c:
About Me: My favorite genres are mystery, drama, romance, and fantasy. Now, that is not to say I'm against participating in any role-play where those are not the focus points, just that I have a weak spot for those themes (and robots; can't go wrong with an epic robot, it's scientifically impossible).
When it comes to writing, my style leans heavily on witty or meaningful dialogue, flowery descriptions (I'm no J.R. Tolkien though), and sarcasm. Each of my characters has their own specially tailored way of thought and speech. I also like them to be as realistic as possible. If they're intended to be intelligent, then they'll use a lot of jargon, they'll be heavy on wording, and they'll have less dialogue and more thought-based text. If the character is a complete idiot, they'll talk a lot more, any thoughts will be simple and use only common words, and you can be sure their intentions will be a lot more straightforward.
Character design is incredibly important to me. I like them to be thought out, multilayered, have their own quirks and triggers, and more or less have a backstory that can explain their present behavior. I am always excited to learn about a character in the story as well as out of character. 
Fandoms or Originals: Originals all the way! They can be characters you've used before and want to further develop, or ones you created on the spot because you felt like experimenting with a different set of traits. As long as you're happy with them, it's fine with me. Besides, if they don't work out, we can always just find some creative way to kill them off and implant a new character to take their place, bwahaha!! Or, you know, be lame and make them skip town I:
Paragraphs or Dialogue: Third person, paragraph format. My favorite format. The only format! I don't necessarily care how much you write, just how much content you've managed to stuff in there. I love to write, but if I don't have anything to react to, I'm going to spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to slap something together only to present you with a sloven mess. At my best, I can write seven pages worth of material; at my worst, I've written a meager, half page.
I'm really not all that hard to please! I only ask that your writing is at least comprehensible (mistakes happen to the best of us), that you only give me a response you're happy with, that you contribute to the plot, and that you'll throw me a bone once in a while and have your characters ask my characters questions (it'll honestly make me the happiest person in the world).
What I’m Looking For: This one is a bit tricky, because I'm searching for two specific things at the moment, and I am simply dreadful at conveying my thoughts properly (this ad alone took me over two weeks to finish).
a.) First and foremost, a long-term rp partner, someone who is willing to speak out of character. Bring me your awkwardness, tell me your troubles, share your interests and sense of humor! I've found that friends make the best role-players (at least, for me), and I'm always thrilled to learn about someone new.
b.) Secondly, a role-play partner (doesn't have to be long-term) who will finish this gosh darn rp with me. It's been collecting dust for a year now, and I need to put an end to it before this thing drives me crazy; I'm quite literally having a Tell-Tale Heart episode over here.
To keep things short, it's a mystery-fantasy involving my character, Blair, a blind witch with a severe case of amnesia. Though she's perfectly content being a guitar tutor in Paris, she has a bit of a problem.. Her past-self used a spell that broke her soul into pieces and essentially gave her a bizarre case of split personality disorder. One of these personalities wants to find someone willing to lift the spell and restore Blair to her former self, but of course, this personality is a bit more deceiving than she lets on and will do just about anything to get your character to take her side instead of the other's.
If you're interested in helping my with this demon, please let me know c:
Do's and Don'ts: Like the rest of humanity, I've got a breaking point. For heaven's sake, please don't be a one-liner and/or godmodder.. If your character is an angle/demon/elf hybrid with an angsty past and the ability to see people's "true intentions" and manipulate time, then they're way too much for me XD Believe me, I've already role-played with someone along those lines before; I'm not ready for round two. Now, if your character is a healthy mix of strengths, weaknesses, backstory, and personality, then we're going to be a-okay!
Don't ghost on me. Please? Look, if you're going to go through all the trouble to contact me, correspond back and forth, and presumably start an rp, then maybe take a little time to tell me if you need to take a break for a while. A day without a word from you? Cool, no problem. A week? That's strange, but I'm sure your schedule is way too busy for you to have sent me a quick: "lawlz, be back in X amount of time!" A whole month and I'm going to assume you no longer want to talk. I've waited nine months at one point for someone's response only to have my partner reply with the most incomprehensible one-liner I've ever seen. The soul crushing effects it had on me are indescribable; I 'bout lost my flipping mind. Just, don't ghost, 'kay? Communication is vital.
Now, I usually end up carrying the rp. I get bored easily, so I might end up killing someone here, amputating an arm there, maybe even make one of my characters go psycho insane and plot against your character somewhere along the lines. As much as I love creating conflicts and sharing ideas about how to better improve the plot, it gets tiring to always be the one doing all the work. I'd like to enjoy the story and be the one reacting once in a while...
Be honest! If you've got a problem with how the rp is going, or you just don't think things are going to work out, simply tell me! I'm more than happy to work things out and make everything more enjoyable for the both of us. I will never meet honesty with hostility.
Contact: Ultimately, I use google doc to write the actual rp, but I use gmail or skype to talk out of character.
My email and skype are the same: [email protected]
Tell me a bit about yourself! What's your writing style? Do you have a role-play horror story? Any do's or don'ts of your own? Heck, what's your favorite ice cream flavor? Don't pick strawberry though; fruits don't belong in desserts, and I will fight you on that one XD
Thanks for reading this far, and I look forward to hearing from you c:
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