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Original Story Masterlist
This is a comprehensive, ever-updating list of my current WIPs! Every WIP that has a solid enough concept/outline, that I could theoretically start writing immediately, goes here. WIPs that have only vague ideas will instead be found at my Casual Story Masterlist. These are organized by their priority levels as of the making of the post, but may not remain that way as I add new stories + shift my content priorities around! The highest priority WIP will remain above the cut, but the rest will always be beneath it!
If you're looking for the short stories that I have already written about the stories/characters listed here, you should try my [Short Story Masterlist link goes here].
The Divinations Trilogy (Book 1: Entrails of the Animals)
Kirsen is a young elf who doesn't really know how to function if she doesn't have a job- a purpose, to keep her busy. When she stumbles upon the Ironwatch, and an ages-old prophecy about ending the world with a magic as rare as it is powerful, it really does seem like she's found just that. But life in Usoara will never be quite so simple and there are life-shattering revelations just waiting to claw their way to freedom. If Kirsen isn't careful, attempting to save the world as she knows it may end up costing more than she is capable of giving.
POV: Kirsen, Lucida(Book 1)/ Jashe, Nova(Book 2)/ Isaac, Demi(Book 3)
Type: Trilogy
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: High Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: entrails of the animals"
Playlist: Entrails of the Animals Vibes
Shared Stories: Bound
Intended Medium: Written Novels
Priority Lvl: HIGHEST
Sideshow
All Fiona has ever wanted to do is blend into humanity as seamlessly as possible. There are hundreds of ways to learn about the many other humanoid species in their world- but humans were the first. They were the only ones, once upon a time, and no one has ever bothered to write something explaining the culture and ways of them. So, it looks like Fiona's going to have to do that one herself, if she wants to figure out just what it means to be human. A.K.A. The four most traumatized young adults you've ever seen end up teaching each other how to actually acknowledge their mental health and take care of themselves- with a few hang-ups along the way.
POV: Fiona (Main), Bronwyn, Sian, Danae (Arc Dependent)
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Romance
Blog Tag: “os: sideshow”
Playlist: Sideshow Vibes
Shared Stories: None Currently
Intended Medium: Visual Novel Game
Priority Lvl: HIGH
(NOTE: This is a collaboration between me and my girlfriend. I’ve written the script and am doing the coding of it currently, while she does the art! Softgoal for a playable demo is 2024)
Tales of the Lady Red
The Tyrant Queen's children flee the castle in the night, taking to a ship with the goal of making it as far away as possible. A notorious pirate ship, the Red Lady, interferes with that plan. Its Captain is someone with a hunger for the promise of infamy and the way to reach it presented to her on a silver platter; ransom the Queen's children back to her and disappear before the other shoe drops. The siblings were finally free of their mother's abuse...but are they prepared for the harsh life that awaits outside the castle walls?
POV: Cassandra, Angeles
Type: Duology
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Coming-of-age, Low Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: the lady red”
Playlist: Tales of the Lady Red Vibes
Shared Stories: [Redacted for spoiler reasons :)]
Intended Medium: Written Novels
Priority Lvl: MED-HIGH
Cardinal Values
Plagued with horrible visions of their death every time they try to fall asleep, Jonas has set out on a quest to figure out who cursed them this way and how to fix it. Apparently, though, they aren't the only one getting cursed lately...and none of them can seem to remember who did it. Something around them isn't quite right- an invisible string that binds them together, a snare they must escape before it traps them for good.
POV: Jonas
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Low Fantasy, Thriller/Comedy
Blog Tag: “os: cardinal values”
Playlist: Cardinal Values Vibes
Shared Stories: None Currently
Intended Medium: Ideally RPG game or Visual Novel
Priority Lvl: MED-HIGH
(NOTE: I cannot for the life of me find a placeholder title I like, so the name + blog tag for this story might change soon and/or repeatedly)
They Sing of Fireflies
Firefly ran away from home to become a bounty hunter- what they didn't expect to discover was a deadly conspiracy to wipe out lycanthropy and vampirism, no matter how many innocent lives it takes to do so. Which is a bit much for a fifteen-year-old looking for their first taste of danger. But trying to put your past behind you has a funny way of backfiring sometimes and ignoring your future does not prevent it from bleeding out at your feet. When you keep ignoring it, even as the red trails behind you with every step, it's easy to pretend you will outrun the consequences...but your ancestors will sing of your avoidable mistakes.
POV: Firefly
Type: Duology
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Hopepunk
Blog Tag: “os: fireflies”
Playlist: They Sing of Fireflies Vibes
Shared Stories: Little Fang, The Nameless
Intended Medium: Written Novels or Graphic Novels
Priority Lvl: MEDIUM
Momentum
Something breaks the sound barrier, something tears through the walls of the universe, Ruska and Reece feel the vibrations of it despite their deafness. It makes their ears bleed...it makes adventure kick in their hearts- and they realize far too late that it has taken their parents. When it doesn't return, the twins set out to find the truth by themselves, if that's what it's going to take. But the thing about adventure is this; it bleeds into tribulation, which bleeds into obsession, which bleeds into martyrdom. And, as it turns out, when you saturate your every step with the blood of what you deemed worthy sacrifices...it is only a matter of time before the carnivores come sniffing out the trail that promises magic and power- for those hungry enough to bite the hand that feeds.
POV: Ruska, Reece
Type: Series
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Low Fantasy, Hopepunk
Blog Tag: “os: momentum”
Playlist: Momentum Vibes
Shared Stories: Velocity
Intended Medium: Graphic Novel, RPG game or Written Novel
Priority Lvl: MEDIUM
Velocity
Russell grew up on stories of their parent and their auncle setting out on an epic quest as teenagers. This on its own wouldn't be a problem- they have plenty of adults around to keep them out of trouble. But when you have access to a holy being that can travel through dimensions? Well, it doesn’t take him very long to come up with an amazing adventure of his own; to finish what his family started.
POV: Russell(Main), Josephine(Undecided)
Type: Series
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: High Fantasy/Sci-fi Fantasy mix
Blog Tag: “os: velocity”
Playlist: Velocity Vibes
Shared Stories: Momentum
Intended Medium: Graphic Novel, RPG game or Written Novel
Priority Lvl: LOW-MED
Little Fang
The smoke billows into the sky, sickly and light against the night sky. The candlelight flashes across every groove of the blade, meant more to tear than it is to slice. The good dog does as he is told, but it aches and it aches and it aches and- do you hear how the animal cries into the night? Does it stop you in your tracks, despite how it sings in your veins? How long does it take you to realize that YOU are the monster under the bed?
Mikala loves his daughter more than anything in the world…but is that enough to keep her safe from the monsters that lurk in his past?
POV: Mikala
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Gothic Fantasy, Low Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: little fang”
Playlist: Little Fang Vibes
Shared Stories: They Sing Of Fireflies
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: MEDIUM
Bound
The Blood Country wanted their perfect, mindless assassin back. They thought that luring her away from the makeshift family she had made in their absence and taking them out of the equation would leave her with no options other than to return to them. What they created, instead, was a monster who knows intimately just how to become their undoing. Ciileyn set out for a life where she need not ever raise a blade again...but sometimes you have to finish the war that someone else started.
How far would you go to avenge your family?
POV: Ciileyn
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Grimdark, High Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: bound”
Playlist: Bound Vibes
Shared Stories: EOTA
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: LOW-MED
Handle With Care (Fragile)
These things come in threes; the life, the death and the in-between. The world is ending- and nobody has a clue. The people who do are keeping secrets from one another that could destroy all of their best efforts to stop it, but they've never been taught any different. All three of them are blissfully unaware that they're about one more preventable tragedy away from wigging out completely. Is it too late to forgive yourself and others for the things that you will never have the luxury of forgetting?
POV: Liona, Tanith, Marcilla (Dependent)
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Idek man…Urban Fantasy?
Blog Tag: “os: handle with care”
Playlist: Handle With Care Vibes
Shared Stories: None Currently
Intended Medium: Visual Novel game(Ideally), Written Novel(Realistically)
Priority Lvl: LOW-MED
The Nameless
Corinne moved to the town of Hobbysfell with her parents for college, but things quickly take a turn for the...weird. Something sinister has taken hold of the town- and when Cori's parents start behaving like autopilot NPC versions of themselves, she realizes that isn't as simple as "isolated rural town strangeness". If she ever wants to get her family back, she's going to have to find the handful of other residents that seem to be unaffected and get to the bottom of things...before there are no more brainwashed-civilians left to save.
POV: Corinne
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Supernatural Thriller, Urban Fantasy
Blog Tag: “os: the nameless”
Playlist: The Nameless Vibes
Shared Stories: They Sing Of Fireflies
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: LOW
The Lotus Project (Placeholder?)
Is Chrysaor a prophet? A medium? A reincarnated elder God? Boy, would they sure like to know!
Is it too late to make up for the sins committed in lives that weren't yours? Is there a way to escape the enroaching jaws of fate when you've never seen anything else? Can you reconcile with the tragedies you couldn't outrun while they look you in the face? Will you ever be anything more than the pawn in someone else's fucked up game? The answer will never matter; the weapon is the wheel is the world.
POV: Chrysaor
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Thriller/Comedy, High Fantasy, Mythpunk
Blog Tag: “os: the lotus project”
Playlist: The Lotus Project Vibes
Shared Stories: EOTA(Loosely)
Intended Medium: Who knows, man
Priority Lvl: LOW-MED
Temporal Remedy
After awakening on a space station with no memories aside from her name, Remedy must make what she can out of this new life she has. Unfortunately, she doesn't feel like she was ever the type to sit back and let life sort itself out. When Remedy gets ahold of one of the station's infamous time-travel devices and uses it in a panic, to avoid being caught red-handed, it deposits her in what seems to be several decades earlier.
Which, coincidentally, happens to be the two week period where dozens of crewmembers began disappearing from the station without a trace...and nobody ever figured out what truly happened. So really, when presented with two exciting and enticing mysteries to discover, what did you expect the super nosy, headstrong idiot to do? NOT try and investigate them both at the same time?
POV: Remedy
Type: Standalone
Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]
Genre: Sci-fi, maybe Gothic Sci-fi?, Murder Mystery
Blog Tag: “os: temporal remedy”
Playlist: Temporal Remedy Vibes
Shared Stories: None Intended
Intended Medium: Written Novel
Priority Lvl: LOWEST
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#original story masterlist#wip story masterlist#directory#os: entrails of the animals#os: sideshow#os: fireflies#os: bound#os: handle with care#os: little fang#os: temporal remedy#os: momentum#os: velocity#os: the lotus project#os: the nameless#long post#wips#wip story#original story#original writing#i dont remember how many tags count/register per post so i may or may not rearrange these tags later ig#os: cardinal values
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spent the last few days having intense brainworms for JDK and TNL, which was really good considering they were the story with the least amount of work and the story needing to most revamps respectively. might ramble a bit about the things ive figured out for them later 👀
#my original stories#os: jonas doesnt know#os: the nameless#went back and forth wrt how i wanted to fix TNL but i think ive mostly settled now#and JDK got 4 of my edgy 12yo ocs revamped and shoved into it#which helped me figure out A Lot of what i want the actual plot to be now#also i think its funny that most of my stories have 3 times as many 'good guys' as they do villains#but JDK now has 7 villains and only 3 good guys. also one of those good guys switches to the dark side so#idk it makes me laugh and it also makes it interesting compared to my usual plot styles#os: cardinal values
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New Experiences
Sodo x female!reader(new Ghoul/replacement for Aether)
Word count:1.8k
Warnings:Brief mentions of smoking/vaping(be smart kids, don't smoke), kissing, flirting, teasing, in general very fluffy actually
Summary:The Reader takes the place of Phantom in this, replacing Aether and playing the Rhythm Guitar. She was a working at the ministry before and was always close to the Ghouls, especially Sodo. Now Papa decided, that it was finally her time to shine…
let me know if you wanna be tagged
PartI(you are here),Part II, Part III
Masterlist
To say that you were nervous, was definitely an understatement. Even though, you were supposed to be exited or cheerful, all you could feel was Nervousness.
Eyeing yourself in the mirror of your dressing room definitely didn't make it any better. When you first went to the fitting for your stage outfit, you were almost going feral, excitement barely containable.
But now?
You felt like an imposter. After all, you were just a replacement. At least, that's what you told yourself, being sure that the fans wouldn't like you or boo at you.
With a sigh, you sat back down and looked at the clock on the wall. It wasn't much time until the concert was about to start. You desperately tried to calm yourself, but it was useless. Being at the verge of tears, your head shot up, when you heard a knock on the door.
"My love, are you alright?"
You immediately recognized the voice as Sodo. He sounded softer than usual. And…worried?
"Come in", you quietly said, taking one last look in the mirror, making sure that you didn't look too much out of place.
You watched as the door opened and the, still unmasked, Ghoul carefully stepped inside. Only after a few seconds of staring you up and down, he finally spoke again.
"You look gorgeous!", he breathed out, seemingly in awe of your outfit.
"Really?", you asked, trying to hide the panic in your voice, "I'm not sure, if the fans will like me."
"Oh, I'm sure they will", Sodo smiled and stepped towards you.
He casually pulled you closer by your hips, your hands hitting his chest. As you looked up at him, he gifted you a heartwarming grin. You took the moment to fully gaze at his Ghoul form. His pupils a little blown and the small horns on his forehead, right below his hairline. The tail that you felt wrapping around your leg, while yours did the same. You had always loved his true form more than his human form, that he took in for his stage appearance. Something that you didn't do as often, considering that you didn't have to leave the ministry as often as him. But you had to get used to it. After all, you would be joining them for the entire tour.
Sodo seemed to notice, that you were beyond nervous, so he softly placed his lips on your forehead, giving you a gentle kiss. Something you weren't used from him.
"Everything will be okay, my love. The fans will love you", he mumbled and looked you in the eyes, "And if you feel uncomfortable, just come over to me and we'll play together, alright?"
"Thank you, Sodo", you smiled, his kind words actually helped you to calm down at least a little bit, "I'll hold you up to that!"
Sodo chuckled softly, before he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Your heart skipped a beat and within seconds, all your negative thoughts were washed away. All you could think about was Sodo and how close his body was, how his lips were working against yours, slowly pushing you back against your desk…
A knock on the door startled the both of you. You quickly broke apart and looked over to the door.
"Yes?!", you asked loudly.
"Y/N!? Is Sodo with you? We've been looking for you two! Come on it's time to shine!", you heard the voice of Swiss, the multi-Ghoul was exited to finally be on tour again. You barely had time to answer, as you already heard him stomp away again.
" Here goes nothing ", you breathed, a little bit of the panic coming back to you.
"You will rock this, I know it", Sodo smiled, kissing you one last time, before grabbing your helmet and giving it to you.
"Are you ready?!", he smiled.
You gingerly grabbed the helmet and put it on after changing to your human form:"Ready as I'll ever be!"
You had to admit, Sodo was totally right about this. Even though, the fans were a little bit sad after hearing that Aether and Sunshine wouldn't be joining the Band on tour, they still cheered loudly as you and Aurora were introduced. The two of you smiled at each other and thanked the fans, before walking to your places. And the concert began.
To say, that it was the best thing you had ever done in your life, didn't even come close to describing what you felt. There was a lot of bickering with Rain and Sodo, of course. The two Ghouls teasing you all the time and you couldn't, but tease them back just as merciless.
Right now, you were just feeling the music and showing off your skills on the Rhythm Guitar. You were nervous about what you wanted to do next, but the adrenaline in your body finally allowed you to do it.
As Papa was singing his lyrics, while standing at the front of the stage, you quickly jumped in front of him, strumming your guitar with all you had, leaning your body back and completely blocking Papa from the crowd.
And you heard them cheer and laugh for you, as Papa finally realized, that you were standing in front of him. He only shook his head, a small smile on his face and walked towards the other side of the stage. You chuckled quietly and continued playing, making your way over to Rain and Sodo.
You gifted the two Ghouls a smile, as they finally noticed you. Sodo immediately walked over to you, while Rain just giggled at how Sodo acted like a lost puppy around you.
You blew Sodo a quick kiss, earning cheers and screams from the crowd. You placed your foot on one of the small podest's, continuing to play your guitar. Sodo quietly sneaked closer and as he finally reached you, he carefully laid his head on your shoulder, since your were taller than him withy your leg propped up.
The crowd practically erupted and it only got worst, as you leaned your head on top of Sodo's, inching closer to his body.
From the corner of your eye, you watched as Rain stepped closer now too. The song just ended and he handed you something. You were surprised at first, but then noticed, that it was vape. You grinned at Rain, as he walked away.
You nudged Sodo's shoulder, so that he looked up at you. You showed him the vape and he nodded. You carefully brought it to his lips and he took a deep breath in. He held it for a few seconds, only staring you down, before blowing the entire smoke into your face. You tried not to react and stay still, but you struggled a bit not to cough.
Meanwhile the fans seemed to go feral about your little interaction with the fire Ghoul. But at this moment, you didn't really care, you only had eyes for Sodo.
As the smoke had vanished, you handed Sodo the vape and he grinned, knowing what you wanted. And just as you did it before, he lifted the vape to your lips and you took a deep breath in, also trying to hold it for a few seconds. But as you were about to blow it out, Sodo moved his face closer to yours, lips almost touching.
At this point, you couldn't hold it in any longer, you breathed out and while some smoke just dissolved into the air, a part of it was taken up by Sodo, who only breathed it out towards you again. You chuckled at this, knowing that he used to do this with Aether before.
As all the smoke had vanished again and you where about to play the next song, Sodo pulled you closer one more time, giving you a strong hug, both his arms engulfing you entirely. You couldn't contain your laughter and hugged him back just as tight, before you had to part again in order to play the next song.
After many more songs and many more interactions, not only with the Ghouls but also with your fellow Ghoulettes, it was time to say goodbye to the crowd.
You and the other's were walking around, throwing your picks into the crowd. You were currently at the front of the stage, also cheering and thanking all the people that had come today. You even kneeled down and shook some hands, as one of the fans in the front rows handed you a black rose. You looked at It perplexed and pointed a finger at yourself, as if to ask if it was really for you. The person nodded strongly and showed a heart with their fingers. You were close to tears at this point, feeling so much appreciation for the people that had come today. You wanted to show a heart sign too, but had the rose still in hand, so without thinking, you slipped it into you mouth to repeat the fan's action.
Loud cheers erupted and at first you were confused and then you noticed that it was because of the rose between your lips. You laughed and quickly took it out again, mimicking being pierced by armors arrow in the heart because of how sweet the fans were.
After your little interaction with the crowd, you walked back to the others and you all said your goodbyes, bowing together, before finally getting off stage.
Being finally able to take the helmet off, was definitely a relief. What you didn't expect, was Sodo running towards you and engulfing you in his arms, lifting you into the air and spinning you around.
"You were awesome, my love!!", he smiled, before letting you back down.
You only giggled and softly kissed his cheek:"So were you, dear."
"I told you, it would be alright", he smiled proudly, while his Ghoul form slowly returned. You could already see the horns on his forehead, starting to grow again.
"Thank you for everything", you mumbled, leaning into his side, as you made your way to the dressing rooms, ready to shower and change into something comfortable for the night.
"Of course", Sodo uttered, "And by the way, I think the Fans absolutely loved you!"
You could only smile, looking at the rose still resting in your hand:"I loved them too, to be honest. They were very supportive."
"I think this tour will be the best one yet", Sodo stated, opening the door of your dressing room for you, as you finally reached it.
"Why? Because you can even tease me on stage now?", you asked jokingly.
"That, and because I get to play with my favorite person in the world now!",he grinned. You blushed a bit, but nodded and before he could say something more, you grabbed the black tie, that was loosely hanging around his neck and pulled him into the dressing room, the door slamming shut behind you.
You hoped, that no one would be interrupting you this time.
#Ghost#Ghost band#ghost fan#Ghost fic#Ghost os#Sodo#Nameless Ghoul sodo#sodomizer ghoul#Dew drop#Nameless Ghoul dew drop#Sodo fic#sodo x reader#Sodo os#Sodo oneshot#Aether#Phantom#Rain#Swiss#Mountain#Sunshine#Aurora#Cirrus#Cumulus#Papa Emeritus#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#Ghost tour#Ghestie#Os#Ff
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Mr. Yujin from Nameless is Objectum and in love with Beatrice the Skeleton Model!
Requested by Anon
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Funky lil aliens have been redesigned
#my art#my ocs#thinkin these guys will end up in velocity so#os: velocity#oc: vee rhodes#and uuuuhh the sister needs a rename so she's nameless for now....will edit this later
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click!: in frame. 2 (e.w.)
SYNOPSIS: you crave redemption more than love. [idk au]
WORD COUNT: 11.5k
WARNINGS: professionalphotographer!ellie, strugglingartist!oc who’s black, ANGST!!, daddy issues, SA/victim blaming :(, homophobia LOL, anger issues\violence, bad parenting, anxiety, joel standing on bidness, FLUFF!! :3, SMUT… MDNI, ellie bottoms YAAAS, virginity mentions, jealousy😂, dubcon (they’re high), more fingering, brief mentions of cunning lunning, squirting, mult. big Os, err dassit
A/N: YYYYAASSSSSSSS hi… bye
APRIL, 2014
Happy birthday, babe, you whisper in your girlfriend’s ear, arms wrapped around her neck from behind. Ceniyah’s giggly thank yous fill your ears and heart as you press smacking kisses on her cheek.
I made you something… You reach behind and grab the rolled-up poster paper sticking out of your backpack, making sure Ceniyah doesn’t turn around. She seems giddy and your heart soars. You hope that all-nighter was worth it. Please, you pray to yourself, please love it.
Close your eyes and gimme your hand, you say and she listens, palm open in front of your face. You place the scroll in her hand and she gasps. She whips around to face you, shock written all over her, and you giggle. She unrolls the painting and her head instantly falls back, tears jerking behind her glasses.
Are you seriously crying right now! You pull her tight to your chest and she sobs into your neck, C’mon, baby, stop cryin’! S’okay. You coo and her arms tighten around your waist.
D-D’you like it? Your face burns when you whisper.
Are you fucking serious! She squeaks into your neck, It’s beautiful, baby, I love it. T-Thank you—
I love you so much, you mumble, and she says it back.
You haven’t slept at all. Your body’s going to collapse soon. You hope it’s not during this phone call.
You ogle at the small card in your hand, pressing the digits into your device before hitting the call button. It rings twice before a bright voice answers.
“Hello, this is Lisa Meyers speaking. How can I be of service?”
… Interesting intro. “Good morning, um, Professor Meyers?”
“Yes, how can I help you?”
“I… we spoke at the coffee shop yesterday. About the… assisting art professors alumni thing.”
“Oh, of course! How are you, dear?”
“I’m good. Um… I was wondering if you’d have some time to speak with me about it... If that’s cool.”
You can hear her wide smile through the line, “More than cool! Would you be able to come into the office tomorrow?”
An extra day in the city wouldn’t hurt (it would), “No problem. What time were you thinkin’?”
“My mornings are always open! How does ten sound?”
“Sounds like a plan. Uh, thank you,” you say with twitchy fingers.
“Course, hun! I’ll put you in and I’ll see you tomorrow!”
You never expected to end up back here.
The campus art studio looks exactly the same, only now the old portraits, sculptures, ceramics that were lined up on shelves of the display case are all replaced with new, nameless ones. You’re not used to seeing projects that you couldn’t attach a name to in the classroom. Your university years never feel that long ago, but the randomly placed structures are proof of your long-term absence.
Time is an illusion… Or you’re getting old as fuck and about to be lowered into the ground. Freshmen make you sick(affectionately).
Professor Meyers explained the position well enough for you to manage on your own. The work you’re doing isn’t difficult: oversee, assist in grading, oversee some more, oversee, and guide. You’re practically getting a check for being the already observant individual that you are. It’s a steal!
The position only lasts around a month, but Professor Meyers was convinced that it would only take someone as talented as you (her words… although you agree) a week to get on her toes. You vowed to bring your sketchbook every day from here on out, both to yourself and to her, in case you get the inkling of inspiration that you desperately need.
The job’s a small win. That’s all you could ask for right now.
Fuck all that shit you said at the start of the week. TAing fucking sucks. And you still haven’t had any inspiration despite all the efforts from the students! Whenever you pick up a utensil, you stab through your paper. You’ve officially lost your touch. You’re a regular bitch with no talent! What the fuck is going on!
You’ve had numerous breakdowns in bathroom stalls since Monday, and you’re bound to have another one in the next fifteen seconds. Why the fuck did so many students leave their filled water cups on the fucking tables. Guess who has to clean all that shit up! You! Fuck freshman(unaffectionately).
You’re so happy the halls are empty in between rotations. No one needs to watch you sobbingly wipe down tables splattered with paint.
After Professor Ronson’s room is tidy, you start prepping the board for the next rotation of students. They’re learning about anatomy today; There’s bound to be at least three students that scribble tiny dicks in the corner of their starter pages. You hate it here.
You open the drawer to retrieve all the sharpeners, only to find the container completely empty. You’re sick of the animators not putting shit back. You begrudgingly make your way back down the hall and into Professor Lacey’s room… You should’ve never left.
Your lungs constrict with your gasp and you almost drop your keys.
A just as shocked Ellie gawks back at you, laminated name tag with YEARBOOK dangling from the camera strap around her neck.
What the fuck.
Ellie’s either hallucinating or dead. Yeah… She has to be dead. The haunting of your email was too much and she died and now she’s seeing shit—
An angel disguised as you is staring back at her, fist clenched under the sleeves of your sweater, brown eyes just as stunned as hers. Ellie barely has time to gather words before the chains hooked onto the pockets of your jeans jingle as you step out of the room and scurry down the hallway. Ellie’s feet are flying before she can even register their movements, hot on your trail as her camera bounces on her chest.
She manages to get close enough to grab your bicep, ignoring the stuttering in her heart when she sees the former light in your eyes replaced with something darker. The flourishing storm in your pupils is uncontrollable.
Ellie drops your arm when she realizes you won’t run, “W-What are you doing here?”
Your gaze is locked onto the tile squares on the ground. “I-I’m, uh… just enjoyin’ the weather— “
Ellie’s brows pull downward, eyes flicking towards the badge wrapped around your neck. Do you work here? “We’re indoors.” She mumbles dryly.
“Nothin’ like… the spring rain hittin’ the windows, am I right?“ You huff with a nervous smile, eyes flitting around the hallway as you search for an escape. Ellie’s not having that.
“We needa talk.”
You sigh, “I can’t. I’m working.”
“So am I. Take your break,” Ellie grabs your wrist and drags you back down the hallway, leading you to the bathroom and pushing you into a stall, locking the door behind her.
Her voice is quiet when she presses, “The fuck are you doing here?”
Ellie expects you to snap, to push the same questioning back onto her, but you don’t. Your mouth gapes like a fish as you stumble over words. Ellie’s eyes soften when she sees a shaky hand come up to pin a loc behind your ear. You’re shaken up and she instantly notices something off. Your demeanor has shifted immensely since she last seen you and it’s making Ellie’s stomach twist with discomfort. She's never seen you this stunted.
“What.” Ellie asks when you mumble to the floor.
“I’m sorry about the email,” You sound winded, “I thought… I dunno. I’m sorry about everythin’.” Your lip starts to quiver as you ramble, “I would’ve never come if I knew, I’m sorry— “
… What the hell are you talking about? And why are you crying?
You sniffle and wipe your tears with your sleeves and Ellie’s fingers itch to comfort, to dry your face herself, but she doesn’t. She watches you weep into your palms for what feels like hours, the air of the restroom suffocatingly tight.
“I didn’t mean to ruin anything you h — had going on, okay? I’m sorry… I’ll leave right now! You’ll never have to see me again— “
Your sobs are stressing her, “G-Gimme your phone.” Ellie blurts.
You're already digging in your pocket for your device to unlock it, “W-Why— “
Ellie snatched it from your hand, heart pulling when she sees a photo of younger you being carried by a woman shoved in your case. The same face that was littered all over your apartment, “You wanted to talk so bad, right?” Ellie presses her new number into the pad and calls herself, “You have my number. My…”
When she looks up, her words get swallowed up; Your eyes still manage to glow under the… horrific bathroom lighting, glittering like stars in the late night. She clears her throat to catch herself, “My shift ends at four. Call me any time after that.”
Ellie hurries to unlock the stall before leaving you in the bathroom, heart in her throat as she heaves all the way down the hallway to the lounge, shaking her hands to get the jitters out.
She knew she should’ve never accepted a call from the alumnus association. Fuck the yearbook.
You clock out with a heavy, anxious heart.
Three students came up to you and asked for advice on their starter shapes. They were a bit upset when their circles didn’t come out perfect, and you almost cried. It was too sweet. Your bag bounces off your back as you descend the staircase to exit the building. The droplets hit your hood with fever as you skip to your car. You jump into the driver’s seat to turn the heat on, teeth chattering from the evening breeze.
You check the time on your dash and… it’s way past four. You hope Ellie’s willing to meet. You dial the most recent number and tremble as the phone rings. She answers after the second tone.
“Hello?”
She sounds so relaxed, and your shoulders unlock, “… Hi. It’s… me?”
A lengthy pause, “… Me who?”
You hide a snort, “Um… ex-roomie?” She chuckles lightly. “Hi.”
“… Hi.” You whisper, “Did you, um… still wanna talk to me?” You think you hear the click of a lighter.
“Mhm. I’ll send you where I stay at.”
“Okay… I’ll see you soon?”
“Yup.” And with that, the line goes dead. Ellie’s location delivers not even a minute later. Her hotel isn’t far from here. . . and fuck, it looks like wealth. Your nerves are nowhere near settled after your last attempt at reconciliation, and paranoia is itching beneath your skin.
You open your GPS and blast your screamo playlist, hollering your way down the street with your windows down, rain be damned.
You’re burning holes through Ellie’s hotel room door.
You haven’t knocked, you haven’t rang. . . you're not even sure if your text of arrival went through. You just stare at the peephole with a clenched jaw. This big bag of Cool Ranch Doritos is doing an excellent job as a stress ball. It’s bound to pop from your grip soon.
Your bladder almost lets loose when the door gets pulled open, nostrils instantly hit with wafts of that forbidden flower. You’re pulled through the small crack by a strong grip before the door is shut and locked behind you.
Ellie faces you, bare arms on display, and leans back against the door… in those fucking grey sweats. After all this time, they still cause damage to your soul, “Sorry. I don’t wanna get kicked out.”
“It’s… you’re good.” You point behind her, trying not to gawk at her tattoo, “How’d you know— “
“You breathe loud.” She says simply, tone hushed and raspy. She nods behind you, “Sit down.”
She follows you to the lounge chairs that face each other. You sit, still tense, suddenly back in therapy, “I-I brought you somethin’.” You push the crumpled bag of chips towards her as she relights her joint.
Her pink, doe-eyes flit between yours and the bag before she mumbles, “Thank you.”
“No problem…” You awkwardly set them on the windowsill, swallowing your guilt and deciding to take initiative, “I… I know you have a lot of things going on and I don’t wanna take up too much of your time… I’m just…”
The loud splattering of raindrops is nerve-wracking, “I wasn’t… I didn’t treat you well. College was a very hard time for me and I didn’t really know how to deal with it without being a bitch—”
Carbon leaves her nose, “Is that your excuse?”
“N-No, no! I’m not… I’m not tryna avoid blame. I was terrible and you — no one deserved what I put them through… I-I’m really sorry, Ellie… From the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry.”
Ellie’s silent. You have no idea what she’s thinking; She could be plotting to get you kicked out of her room right now and you wouldn’t know. Her stare isn’t angry, it isn’t anything… she just watches you. Every squeeze of your hands, bounce of your knee, every tic photographed in her memory. Just like before.
“Why're you back on campus?”
You exhale the breath you’d been holding, “Um… I gotta, like, TA job, I guess. With the art profs.”
“Still doing art, then, I guess.”
You stare down at your lap, “Yeah. Trying to.” You croak.
“Trying?” She asks, brows furrowed. Your shoulders bounce in a shrug. “I, err, hadn’t made anything in a while so… yeah. I thought it’d get me back into it.”
“Are you?”
“Hm?”
“Are you back into it?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Why were you so upset when I moved out?” Ellie’s tone shifts into something much more delicate, ready to crack and bleed open at any given moment. You can’t tell her, your brain bellows over the pleads from your heart. You can’t tell her how much you missed her!
Your jaw slacks dumbly as you search for a believable explanation, mind blanking under her scrutinizing stare.
“I was drunk. I-I don’t remember…”
“You were drunk and don’t remember.” You cringe at her tone.
“Ellie… I don’t wanna— “
“Don’t wanna what? Actually be fucking honest?” Your babbles are silenced as she rants. “You reached out to me and you can’t even answer one question honestly. Why’d you even come?” She seems so disappointed in your response, but what can you do? Tell her how every part of your body yearns to be next to her? How you almost collapse when you saw her for the first time in what felt like an eternity? How manipulative would that be after everything you’ve done?
Ellie’s index finger jumps on the armrest as silence takes over once more. She’s deep in thought, it seems, teeth nipping at the skin of her lip.
“Ellie— “
“When I moved out…” She repeats sternly, “you told me you didn’t want me to go. Why did you say that?”
It’s on the tip of your tongue: because I’m weak and I like you! I’m sorry I didn’t fight! I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I’m sorry!
“B-Because I didn’t want you to go…” You whisper between sniffles, wiping your nose with your sleeve.
“Why's that?”
“I… really liked having you around…” You chose your words very carefully, but they’re not a lie. “You’re… you’re really nice.”
That seems to satisfy her a little, “I’m really nice?” Ellie’s brow quirks, a tiny smile blossoming on her face.
“And funny.” You sob, “Like, I laughed a lot.”
“You’re funny, too,” Ellie says awkwardly while scratching her ear. Your heart pulses.
Her eyes search yours, “I didn’t know how I would react when you got here. The thought of seeing you really… fucking freaked me out.” She scoffs to herself, and your shoulders begin to droop. “But… um...” She pauses and your pulse pounds in your neck. Tears brim in your ducts. This is when she tells you to leave. To fuck off. To drop dead, for fucks sake—
“I’m glad you reached out.”
You gawk in disbelief before your bottom lip trembles, “Really?” You ask meekly. She simply nods.
“Me, too.” You’re really trying not to cry right now, but the softness in her gaze isn’t helping. She’s too sweet. You change the topic before you say something you’ll regret. You point to the bag of chips, “I really hope you like that flavor. I just grabbed it because I was overthinking.”
“I don’t know why you bought those. I still owe you a bag from what I remember,” She grabs them, squeezing the end until the other side pops open. She grabs four ships and crunches them all at once before extending the bag to you. You follow her lead and munch to your heart's content.
“I was never mad at you, y’know.” Ellie sets the bag down and reignites her roach. “I wasn’t, uh, innocent, either. We both fucked up,” She puffs and hands it to you. You've never smoked bud before, only stole a couple of Abby’s edibles a while back. She vowed never to smoke with you since you’re a tweaker.
You accept the charred-to-hell baby jay and stare at it. You shrug, “Wasn’t worse than me. How do I do this without burning my finger off?”
“Err… just breathe in and hold it.” She instructs. “Have you never gotten high?”
“I have. I don't— “
“Oh, yeaaah. Non-smoker. Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you mumble before bringing the remnants up to your lips and sucking in. Nothing happens. Ellie snickers, “Not like that. It’s not a fucking lollipop. Just, like, fill your cheeks up and hold it.”
… Are you an idiot? “I don’t know what that means.” Ellie cackles like a witch at your lost expression, nearly falling over in her chair. Your cheeks burn and you try again, cheeks expanding to fill in the smoke. The second you inhale, you start choking, eyes bulging out of your skull from the burn in your chest.
Ellie finds your near-death experience fucking hysterical as she hollers from her seat. Tears stream down your face and the veins in your neck are bulging as you gasp for air. You’re never doing this shit again. Your lungs finally decide to spare you when Ellie passes you water from her dresser. You gulp that shit down like no tomorrow as Ellie’s giggles dwindle.
“What the,” cough, “fuck— “
“Fucking baby lungs,” Ellie mumbles with a grin. “You’ll be fine after a couple tries.”
You chug more water, “Girl… fuck you.” You gasp. Ellie’s grin turns cocky when her head tilts.
“Fuck me?” Her voice lowers and goosebumps rise on your skin. Your heart stops in your chest and your gaze falls to the floor as your tummy swirls in delight, cheeks fiery. You stand and Ellie sits up at your sudden alertness.
“Um… Like I said, thank you for taking the time to talk to me today. I really appreciate it.” Ellie stands to grab your arm when your feet slowly start backing towards the door.
Her smile drops, “I-I’m sorry. I was just kidding—”
“No, it’s fine! It’s not you! I just, uh… y’know what I mean?”
“… No.” She mumbles, “You don’t… have to go yet. You just got here.” She chuckles weakly.
“I just… don’t wanna… pry.” You whisper like it’s shameful. Ellie’s head shakes in denial, “You’re not! I’m… inviting you.”
Your eyes beg her to understand where you’re coming from. It’s not like you don’t want to, but the two of you just got back cool three seconds ago. The last thing you want to do is force yourself back into her life. Your relationship needs time to marinate and heal before anything else happens… if she allows it.
“I… I still miss Pickle?” You suggest with bright eyes, and Ellie’s soften despite her confusion. “Would it be okay if I see her?” You ask quietly.
Her mouth turns upwards, “How long are you in town?”
“I don’t know… These hotel bills are runnin’ my credit in the fucking mud.” You sigh.
“She’s with my dad right now. Come this weekend. I’m outta here on Friday, anyways.” She suggests, cheeks glowing in the dimming room. You hope Ellie doesn’t notice your dejection at the mention of her father… It still stings. Her eyes are so hopeful, meadows flurrying with excitement… and you can’t say no.
“…Okay.”
“Yeah?” She confirms, smile widening. You nod. “She misses you like crazy.” Ellie notes and tears get to cooking. You think about Pickle every day. Little munchkin.
“I miss her, too.” You sniffle. The hand that rests on your bicep slowly slides down your sleeve, closing around your wrist. Not strong, but her hold is steady. Ellie whispers your name.
“Hm?”
“I’m glad we’re… okay.” Your heart soars with adoration. Her eyes explore your face in admiration, and your body glows.
“Me, too. Thank you.” Ellie’s gentle gaze drops to your lips and you stiffen. Your hands clench when she moves an inch closer. It kills you to move away, and an inkling of hurt overcasts in her forest. She lets you go and backs away, “Sorry— “
Your head shakes desperately, “S’okay, I just think we should… move… slower?” You never fail to sound like an alien who just arrived on Earth, but Ellie seems to get it.
“Yeah, I… yeah.” Ellie stares at her sock-covered feet, red dusting her cheeks. You try to hide a smile while she walks you towards her door. She opens it for you, propping up against it.
“See you Friday?” You throw over your shoulder and Ellie grins. “See you Friday.” She parrots. You can’t stop cheesing even after she closes the door. You make your way back into your driver’s seat, heart bleeding with relief.
MAY, 2014
Her record is clean! I would’ve never expected this from such a great kid, your professor says to your father, But violence, especially to this extreme, is completely unacceptable—
What about what he did to me! You shout, and your father glares at your tone, He put his hands on me first! H-He—
Your body shudders in disgust at the recall of your classmate touching you the way he did. You were on your way to class when hands enclosed around your chest in a tight squeeze, all oxygen leaving your body. It was abrasive and made your skin crawl, and you swung. Your arms moved on their own until you were on top of him, his nose gushing blood while his friends attempted to pry you off.
There was laughter when he groped you. So many people — students that you see every day — all watched it, and no one came to your defense.
Your principal sighs with his palms up, I’m just trying to get to the bottom of what happened—
No, you’re not! I already told you what happened and you’re tryna make it seem like I’m lying! You stand and grab your bag off the floor, stomping towards the door to the office, Y’all can choke—
Your dad calls out for you, and your fingers twitch at his tone, but you keep walking, pushing past the double-doors of the school and towards the bike rack. Tears flood your eyes when the double doors slam shut, your father berating you about making a scene in public. You unlock your ride, blocking out his rampage that draws the security guard’s attention.
He put his hands on me, dad! You shriek as loud as you can between your cries, He put his hands on me! Why’re you yellin’ at me?
I’m not yelling at you! I’m yelling in general! You scoff and swing your leg over your bike, strapping your helmet on, I’m tryna understand what happened! You broke his goddamn nose! They’re boutta suspend you!
Imma be at Maya’s, you say, monotone. I’ll see you later.
Amaya isn’t even home. Your dad’s hollering his lungs out as you ride down the sidewalk, but you block it all out until the wind fills your ears like a monsoon. You’re not sure where you’re going, but it’s somewhere.
Hopefully somewhere you can cry to yourself without disturbance.
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It’s your first day back at school since being suspended. Fuck everybody… except Amaya and Ceniyah. You probably would’ve switched schools if it wasn’t for them. You can’t wait to see them during lunch and tell them how fucked up it’s been staying at home.
Today has been weird as fuck, to say the least. Friends that you’ve grown used to talking to in the hallways have either disappeared or ignored you. It’s quiet around you, now, and you’re on edge. What the fuck is going on?
Walking into the cafeteria is frightening. It’s always loud, rowdy, hectic, but the minute you step foot inside, everything seems to stop. You grip your tray so tight; you think it’s about to snap, frantically searching for your girlfriend.
But your two favorite people are nowhere to be seen. You wander and come up empty-handed. Where the fuck are they—
Your thoughts are cut when a shoulder shoves right into yours. You throw your tray onto the nearest table. Laughter surrounds you before a snarky voice shriek in your ears.
Watch where the fuck you’re going,
No, you watch where the fuck you’re going. Dumb ass bitch, You spit. You're about to get suspended for knocking this broad out. Who even is this?
Coming from the slut who cheated on her girlfriend! Are you sure you’re a lesbian? Or are you going back to dick?
The entire room seems to collapse from top to bottom, crushing you beneath clutter in attempts to suffocate. You freeze when everyone turns to stare at the scene, some standing to surround you, hoping to see a fight. You release a shuddering breath as your fist clench.
… Cheated on your girlfriend? You love your girlfriend. You’re in love with your girlfriend, and she’s in love with you! What the fuck is this bitch talking about.
I think she’s going back to dick! One of them laughs, and the rest follow, and the entire room glows red.
Your knuckles are drenched in the color when your dad comes to pick you up.
PRESENT
Maybe being a TA is helping. You’ve finally pulled your sketchbook out of your work bag.
The point of your fine liner hovers over a blank page of your sketchbook. You can’t stop thinking about Ellie, and you don’t have many distractions.
It’s been so long since you’ve created anything, and frankly, your ass is clenched with anxiety. Never in your life would you think that creating art would wrack your nerves in such a way, but your insecurities are working hard. Probably the hardest they ever have. Once upon a time, your sketchbook was your safe haven, and now the feeling of blank pages feels like needles.
What if you’ve… lost your talent? You can see everything you want to make clearly in your head but your pen isn’t moving. The attempts at reigniting your passion would be pointless if you can no longer fucking draw. Your fingers are itching.
Maybe you should try that corny shit from the movies where they close their eyes and move their utensils on pure muscle memory… Maybe you should do fucking shrooms! Visuals always peak on psyches, according to the experts. At this point, why the fuck not—
“Son of a fucking — this is fucking stupid, bitch, jus’ fuckin’ draw,” you mutter to yourself in agitation. Just fucking draw! You do this! You do this, you do this!
Minutes pass and your paper is mussed with smudged, small ink marks from constantly moving your pen around, trying to find the right angle. Another piece of paper gone to waste. You fucking suck. You slam your pen down on the table.
You stand and start to pace, “Positive affirmations only,” You remind yourself aloud, “You got this shit, like, what the fuck. Everything’s gonna come back to you. You’re in a funk and tha’sit. It’ll pass, it’ll pass— “
Whoever your hotel neighbor is… Praying for their sleep schedule.
It’s going to be a long night.
“Hello?”
“Hi, kiddo. Sorry I missed your call. Your pet knocked out on my hand.”
Ellie giggles, “It’s cool. How ya been?”
“Fine… She’s a rascal, ain’t she? I found her head first in one of my flower pots. Her tiny legs were wiggling tryna get herself out,” His chuckles are like warm hugs, “How’s work?”
Ellie’s cackles calm, “Also fine… Err…Um… speaking of Pickle…”
Her dad hums, and Ellie sighs, “Remember when I told you about how I found her?”
“Yeah… You and that girl found the poor thing freezing to death outside… Why?”
“… Would you believe me if I said we somehow reunited by the grace of God and she’s coming back with me tomorrow?” Ellie squeaks, and her confidence drops when he exhales. It sounds heavy.
“Um… for what?”
“To see Pickle…”
“…Alright.”
“What’re you thinkin’,” She nips at her nails.
“Nothin’…”
“Dad…”
“I dunno what you want me to say, darlin’… Everything you’ve told me about her so far wasn’t… great to hear.”
Ellie rolls onto her back, “Yeah… I dunno. Something’s different about her now.”
“How so?”
She can’t tell him how badly your shielded eyes have taken a toll on her. How desperately she wants them to revert to the shining rivers they used to be. How badly her chest ached when you left her room last night, “I dunno. It just is…” She mutters weakly. Another heavy sigh.
“I mean… You’re an adult. I can’t tell you what to do anymore.”
“Don’t be like that, please.”
“Not being like anything. I can only accept.”
Ellie’s hand drags down her face in exasperation. The rants she relinquished onto her dad about you are making her nauseas.
“Just… be nice to her, please.” He hums begrudgingly.
“Dad, I’m serious. I feel like we… could be friends.”
“Friends… Alright.” He sounds skeptical, but he isn’t combative. She hopes he’ll keep it together when he sees you, “How should I plan for this friend when she gets here?”
Ellie smiles sadly, “Make eggplant parmesan…”
Her dad snorts, “… Since when do you like eggplant?”
Ellie grins, “I don’t.”
Why can’t black roses be real?
Ellie doesn’t seem like a flower girl, but she has a gigantic leaf imprinted on her arm for the rest of her life; She must appreciate the autotroph kingdom. Your mother always told you how fucked it is to enter people’s homes empty handed. Walmart usually pulls through with the awkward housewarming gifts, but they’re slacking in their garden selection today. Fuck your life.
You’re forced to settle on peonies… They’re pretty and all, but you’d prefer alliums for her. Maybe even a carnation. Plus, Amaya always told you to never buy flowers that sound like penis.
Amaya… Are you really about to break down in the frozen food section? Maybe. It’s time to go. You're shocked to find out you have more than ten dollars on your card. Fuck hotels, from the depths of your soul.
You set your purchase in the passenger’s side and pull up Ellie’s pinged location. She left way earlier than you. You would’ve carpooled, but you couldn’t miss these hours for this paycheck. How are you a struggling student and not even in school?
The drive is going to be long.
At least you have time to scream out your frustrations.
“Hey, Siri.”
… UH HUH?
“Play This Cold Black by Slipknot.”
PLAYING THIS COLD BLACK BY SLIPKNOT.
Your head thrashes as you back out of your parking spot.
“WELCOME HOOO— “
The ride wasn’t long enough, actually. Ellie’s dad’s house is right there. Like… right fucking there, and your voice is almost gone. Clouds are beginning to roll in over the neighborhood. The universe is fucking with you. Great.
You dump the last bits of water into the thirty-dollar, peony-stuffed vase before exiting your car, backpack strapped over your shoulder. You climb the brick staircase with a pounding heart.
“Okay,” You croak, “Hi. Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller. I heard my — our cat was with you—“ You rehearse and cringe. Why are you pressing him about a cat in his domain?
“Fuck, okay, wait,” You try again, “Hi, Mr. Miller, I’m Ellie’s, uh, friend. We were roommates some time ago— “
Some time ago? Who the fuck are you? Shakespeare? Emily fucking Brontë? Get a fucking grip.
You almost drop the fucking vase when the door opens. Your coughs are uncontrollable when you see Ellie, eyes flicking between you and the ring light camera. Why the fuck does she look so good? Cartier watch, black button up and slacks, hair… neat. She’s about to trigger your asthma!
“Uh… you okay?” She questions flatly. You’re still choking on your own esophagus, but you send her two thumbs up anyway. You’re great! Terrific! Immediately scared shitless when a… big ass man holding a black furball creeps up behind her. He’s not as dolled-up as Ellie and it makes you less insecure. Why the fuck do you have this hoodie on? You should’ve at least worn some trousers!
“Nice to meet you.” His voice sounds like grovel. Gravel? You can’t fucking think right now! He adjusts Pickle in his grasp so he can extend a polite hand out to you, “I’m Joel. I’m Ellie’s father,” He sounds courteous, but there’s something simmering beneath his pupils as he stares at you.
His grip is strong when you accept it. You’re going to vomit, “I-I’m — I mean, hi, I’m, uh… Me’n Ellie used to live together—“ You sound like a frog who just learned how to speak.
“I’ve been told.” He hums.
Meow!
You almost start bawling at your baby’s cry. She's so big now and her coat is so shiny! She’s eating well. Ellie accepts the flowers with dusted cheeks before stepping aside and allowing you entry. You’re instantly hit with the smell of garlic… Can the whole bloodline throw down in the kitchen?
“Nice home!” You crack and cringe. You cringe so fucking hard. They both say thanks in unison, but her father’s is gruff while Ellie’s is delicate like petals. She can’t stop staring down at the flowers. Joel finally sets Pickle down so he can head back into the kitchen, and she follows him without hesitation.
She doesn’t remember you. Your heart shatters.
“Thank you for the flowers,” You hear Ellie say from beside you. You swallow the lump forming in your throat with a smile. “No problem… You look, um, great.” And you smell like heaven. Like clouds before the rain.
Her face gets redder and she grins behind petals, “Thank you. I got called in today. For… editing and whatnot.”
You snicker, “Whatnot?”
“Shut up. C’mon.” You follow her into the kitchen where she sets the vase in the middle of the dining table before waddling towards her dad, who stands over the stove. You stand back and watch as she playfully punches his upper arm while he stirs the simmering pot, cracking jokes amongst themselves while Pickle paws at Ellie’s calf. Your doting smile vanishes at their laughter; What a little happy family. Are you breathing?
You turn to face the living room and breathe in as deep as you can, eyes glued to their maroon couch. You crack your knuckles and release the wind in your lungs before repeating.
“You’re okay, it’s okay. You knew what it was before you came,” you whisper to yourself. Ellie mentioned how close her and her dad were way before you got here, so why is the pain in your chest so sharp?
A hand comes down on your shoulder and you jump, “Sor — fuck, sorry — “
“Are you okay?” Ellie asks, concerned.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! Jus’ looking around,” You laugh shakily and note the large paper crane on the TV stand. You point at it, “That’s so cool! Did you make that? I love origami.”
“No, my dad did— “
Fuck, “Oh— “
“Yeah, um— “
“D-Do you have a restroom?”
She observes with worry, “… Yeah, right down that hall, to the left— “
“Thank you, BRB,” You’re practically running to the fucking bathroom. The door closes and locks and you pace. They have a nice shower curtain: black and white stripes. You count them all from top to bottom.
“Your dad’s dead, fucking relax, it’s been like that, it’s been like that,” You exhale shakily, tremors building in your hands, “You’re fine, you’re fine, calm the fuck down.” You unzip your hoodie and ball it up before shoving your face in it. Your screams into it are muffled.
You come up for air and stare into the mirror, “You’re fucking fine. The food smells good as fuck and you’re gonna eat and you’re fine.” You open the door and… kitty’s staring at you. She’s sitting pretty and inspecting your disheveled appearance.
“Hi, baby. Remember me?” You squat and stick your hand out to her. She sniffs curiously before nipping at your pinky. “Ow,” you coo with a smile.
“She remembers you.”
Ellie’s leaning against the wall with her arms folded over her chest. You need her to stomp the fuck out of you with affection; She looks so fucking good, fuck—
“I hope,” you squeak and cough. It scares the shit out of Pickle and she runs.
Ellie’s gaze lingers on your bare arms. “Can we talk for a sec?”
“Yup.” Sound casual, you think. You sprinkle a shrug in there. She nods before heading down the hall and entering the last door. You can’t hide your shocked expression at the scenery.
Every inch of the room is covered in posters, most of them about galaxies and all their intricacies. There’s a red racecar bed covered in Regular Show sheets and pillowcases and a bunch of stuffed animals, dresser covered with discarded sticker papers and seemingly empty polaroid cameras. There are fairy lights dangling from the ceiling before coming down and around the bed frame, across the closet, and finally slung over her dresser. There’s little action figures and trinkets everywhere.
The door closes behind you, “… Is this your room?”
Ellie snorts, “It was. Not anymore.”
You laugh, “I’m fuckin’ with it. That bed is crazy, though.” Ellie joins in, scratching at her ear. She takes a few steps until she’s in front of you, still at a distance. Thank God; Any closer and your celibacy goes down the drain.
“Sorry I only brought flowers. I would’ve brought fucking… cake or something if I knew y’all were gonna cook.” Ellie waves you off.
“The flowers were pretty. Thank you.”
Your entire face is on fire, “Y’know what I mean…” You cough.
“Um… I just wanted to talk to you about something. About my dad.”
There’s a hole in your chest that’s expanding. She takes your silence as attentive, “He can be really overprotective… like, he’s kinda stubborn.”
“Oh… I see where you get it from,” You laugh weakly, clearing your throat when Ellie doesn’t. “Sorry.” You mumble. Ellie looks down at her feet, “Does he not… like me?” You ask quietly, embarrassed out of your fucking mind.
“It’s not that, he’s just… I told him a little of what happened between us. Not everything, just some of it!”
“The… bad part, I’m assuming?” Her silence is enough confirmation.
Ellie looks like Pickle when she’s guilty. You remember when she hopped onto the counter and knocked over your water cup, eyes large and pleading for forgiveness over the mess she caused.
“M’not mad,” You mumble, “I probably would’ve done the same thing.” Probably is used very strongly.
“I’m sorr— “
“It’s okay— “
A knock comes from the other side of the door.
“Come eat, you two!”
“Coming!” Ellie yells back before rubbing her hands together. “I’m really— “
“Ellie, it’s fine,” You reassure her with a light slap on her bicep… It’s quite hard. “C’mon, uh… I’m hungry?” You brush past her and head towards the door, holding it open for her. “After you?”
Ellie reminds you of a strawberry milk squishmallow when she eases past you, trying to hide her smile and pink cheeks. Your cheeks puff as you release the air in your lungs, shutting her door behind you.
This is the best eggplant parmesan you’ve ever tasted in your goddamn life. Too bad you can’t enjoy it due to Ellie’s hardcore mobster dad sending you deadly glares from across the table. He hasn’t said a word this entire meal, and you’re not anticipating the minute he does. He’s going to blow a gasket.
“D’you like it?” Ellie says lowly from beside you. You nod your head with two thumbs up. You can’t hide your smile when you notice all the gooey cheese and noodles eaten off the pieces of eggplant.
“It’s delicious. Thanks Mr. Miller.”
“Don’t mention it.” He sounds like he means it. Your heart drops and Ellie scowls at him. Your fingers clench around your fork and you scarf down what you can. It’s so good and you’re so scared and you want this meal to be over.
You're the last to clean your plate so you stand in a rush, gathering all of the plates and spoons off the table before scurrying to the sink.
Ellie pads close behind you, “Oh, you don’t have to— “
You cut Ellie off with a nervous laugh, “The least I could do.” The dishes clatter and you grab a sudsy sponge. You waste no time, scrubbing the living hell out of these dishes.
“Go sit down, Ellie.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stand at his stern tone, “Wha— “
He slices through her refute, and still manages to sound calm, “Go.”
You continue to scrub, sighing at Ellie's descending stomps. Joel creeps into the open space in front of the sink, grabbing a dish and another sponge.
“Ellie told me you’re an artist.” He mutters over the running water.
“Yeah. Sorta.” You reply as calmly as you can.
“What are your intentions with my daughter?” He gets right to it, it seems. You scrub harder.
“Just… tryna make things right between us.”
“Why's that?”
Word vomit. You can’t help yourself. You’re so fucking nervous. “I-I fuc — sorry — I screwed over someone that was… really great. Your daughter’s a sweetheart and I feel awful with how things left off.” You stumble with a heated face. You catch the arch in his eyebrow and back pedal, “Not like we were — we weren’t dating or anything! Like, not like that! We just — “
“I was a student once upon a time. I know how these things go.” He snickers humorlessly. Your shoulders relax a smidge before he asks, “Why now?”
“Hm?”
“Why’d you wait so long to talk to her? The two of you graduated forever ago.” His tone is much calmer than it was seconds ago, but anxiety surges in your gut at his questioning.
“I didn’t wanna reach out without being in the right headspace. I had… a lot going on and I had to handle it. Therapy’s hard as fu — heck,” You sigh, “I still don’t think I’m doin’ a good job, but… I dunno, it earned me a Michelin star eggplant parm. Must be doing something right.”
You don’t expect Joel to laugh, but he does. It’s hearty and deep. Very dad-esque. Your heart crushes to dust all over again.
“Look, kid,” Joel sets the clean plate in the rack before grabbing another, “I wasn’t gonna say much, but Ellie seems to like you… a lot. More than most people.” Your heart flurries back into shape at his observation. You want to ask what a lot means exactly, but he continues.
“She’s… she gets very attached to people. I know it’s hard to believe but she’s very… sensitive,” His voice is low, but he’s not bullshitting in the slightest. The protective aura has returned and it’s radiating back onto you, pushing you back. Keeping you at a distance from him. From Ellie, “I’m never gonna shit on anyone’s journey, but frankly… if you’re not here to stay, I’d suggest leaving her alone now.”
This is definitely a threat. But you don’t feel threatened. You feel… sad. Joel is doing what any great dad would when faced with an outsider: armoring his cubs by any means. Something you’ve never experienced. If meeting Joel has shown you anything, it’s been what you’ve missed out on your entire life. Little does he know the last thing you want to do is separate from Ellie a second time. Another breakdown is bound to crash into you very soon. You forgot where the bathroom was.
You’re not going anywhere. Your heart won’t allow it. “I’m— “
You’re interrupted by a loud rumble, instantly followed by the heavy droplets of pouring rain. It sounds like pebbles are being thrown at all windows of their home; Is it hailing?
“Holy shit,” Ellie calls from the living room window, “Was it supposed to storm tonight?”
“Yeah, it was on the news,” Joel confirms. Ellie rushes over and points her eyes to you.
“You’re not driving in that.” She breathes out. Your heart fist pumps, but you maintain nonchalance.
You shrug awkwardly, “I don’t wanna pry— “
“Nah, she’s right. We have a guest room.” Joel sighs, “Ellie, show her where it is. I’ll finish up in here.”
Ellie’s hand closes around your wrist before guiding you down the hall. The bathroom’s right across from the guest room. On the left side, you note.
“Fuck a guest room. You’re staying with me.” She mumbles and opens the cupboard. She grabs you some sleep shorts and presumably her father’s sweatshirts. You try to convince yourself that the strong pounds in your chest are from fear of the storm, and not at all from a lesbian slumber party.
… Fuck.
The storm is roaring outside. And Ellie’s chiefing in neon astronaut jammies. This feels like a fever dream.
“They glow in the dark.” Ellie hums around a cloud of smoke from where she sits across from you on the bed. You pause your gawking, “Huh?”
“My pjs glow in the dark. Wanna see?” Her eyes sparkle and your heart sprouts legs and sprints around in your ribcage.
“Fuck yeah.” You gasp. Ellie’s teeth shine before she puts her joint between her lips and leans across her bed to shut her lamp off. Every fiber of your being tries to not lock onto the smidge of skin that appears from under her sweatshirt when she stretches. The room goes dark around the neon pink and green outlines of the design. You choke out a laugh at the pigmentation; How the fuck are they so bright!
“Sorry if this is boring. I’ve never had a sleepover before.”
“Shut up, that’s cool as fuck! You gotta battery pack in there or somethin’?” Ellie giggles out a no. A smile stretches wide across your face when you look up at her, hers just as bright. “Are you sleepy?” You ask.
“Not at all,” she hums as she switches the lamp back on.
“We could play a gaaame,” You suggest sing-songy.
“Oh, fuck. Like what.” Ellie huffs a laugh.
“Truth or dare is a sleepover classic— “
“I’m not licking a toilet seat.” Ellie states flatly. Laughter explodes from you at her face. “I’m not a crazy dare-er like that. The most you’ll have to do is prank call an ex or some shit.”
“I don’t have an ex.”
“Oh… Well, a family member.” Ellie nods in acceptance. “Can I ask first?” She asks.
“Mhm. Lay it on me.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Show me what’s in your backpack.”
“…Fuck.” You sigh, and Ellie cackles. “Were you planning this shit?” You ask and stand, walking over to the dresser where your bag sits. You grab it and hand it to her. She wastes no time, stubbing her joint out before rummaging through your shit, sifting through loose-leaf paper and markers used for coloring. You plop down onto her bed and she pulls out your sketchbook.
“Is it okay if I look?”
“I dunno,” You smirk, “Can I finally see your fucking portfolio?”
“Come home with me tomorrow,” she says instantaneously, “It’s there. You can see it.”
“… Then yes.”
She flips through pages and pages of visuals you’ve created before your father’s passing. They range from sloppily scribbled orchids, to immaculately shaded depictions of eggplant farms. Ellie giggles when she finds a small comic of Pickle playing with her favorite mouse toy.
“She still has it.”
“Good,” you whisper. You watch as she studies each page to her heart’s content, fingers dragging across lines that catch her attention. “You’re so good,” she says softly, awestruck and eyes sincere. Your gaze drops to your lap.
“Thanks,” you match her volume. She hums and flips to the next page. You eye the ashtray on her bed before snagging it, snatching her lighter and igniting the joint. Ellie eyes you like a hawk.
“I watched a tutorial on how to become a professional pothead… I think I got it down.”
“Show me.” She whispers and your stomach jolts.
Smoke leaves the lit end of the J and you flick the lighter off. You bring it to your lips and puff your cheeks full of smoke, inhaling as deep as you can before your lungs squeeze. You cough and heave tearfully and Ellie leans in to rub your back.
“That was better.” She says softly. “I was gonna dare you to hit it anyway.” Your coughing fits calm and you swallow.
“Shit,” You say. Ellie takes the joint from you and hits it like a fucking pro. She's much closer than she was seconds ago. You examine how her lips curl around the roach, cheeks expanding around carbon before inhaling, allowing the remainder to leave in a bunch of circles.
“You really blowing O’s right now?” You think you hit it right this time. The jitters you’ve had all day are beginning to dwindle.
She smiles mischievously, “Mhm.”
“Truth or dare?” You mumble.
“… Truth.”
“Did you think about me… after you left?” If you were to lean forward an inch, Ellie’s nose would touch yours. Nose hug. Her face spots are so adorable.
“Yeah. A lot.” She passes the J back to you and you accept it boldly. You’re releasing your stress with every exhale. Ellie was right; Smoking does feel good.
“What’d you think about?”
“Isn’t it my turn?”
“No.” You smile.
She shrugs, “I dunno. Just…” Her gaze falls onto her stuffed tabby cat.
“I feel like you’re boutta say something nasty.” You snicker.
“Wha — no! The fuck— “
You mock her, rubbing all over yourself, “I thought about your hands, ooo, aaa— “
Ellie smacks your arm a bunch of times before pushing you back onto the bed. You’re howling laughter over her whining, “Bitch, that’s you! Don’t think I forgot about that shit you pulled in the car!”
“You have nice hands! What can I say,” You slur with a dumb grin, “You have, like… classic lesbian hands. All you need is some Hot Topic rings and all the hoes gon’ flock to you.” You take one last toke before the lit end can reach your fingers, stubbing it on the ashtray.
Ellie seemingly ponders with the theory, “… Is that why a milf ate me out at the club?”
Your neck almost snaps when it cranes to look at her, “What the fuc— “
“Yeah. Craziest experience I ever had. Like, in my life.”
“Fuck, Ellie…” Your head flops back onto her Lightning McQueen blankets. “Was it good?”
“I… I guess. I came.”
You stare at the star stickers on her ceiling. “You guess?” She only hums.
“But…”
“Hm?” You urge her to continue.
“She didn’t… kiss me.” She whispers like it’s dirty to say out loud. You slowly blink at the opaque walls. “I mean, she did, but it wasn’t a real one.”
“Shame on her.”
Ellie maneuvers so she’s lying on her back beside you. “Yeah…”
“Ellie?”
“Hm?”
“Were you a virgin before I touched you?”
You expect her to slap the shit out of you again, but she doesn’t. She takes one deep breath before muttering, “Yes.”
You stop yourself from melting into her bed, turning on your side and propping yourself up on an elbow, gazing down at her. Her eyes are wide as saucers as she looks up at you. You can see her fingers twitching around her pillow, squeezing the fabric of the case. Right on Rigby’s nose.
“A-Are we still playing truth or dare?” She whispers, her breath hitting your face. She smells like oranges. You shake your head, tongue rolling over your lips. “No.” Your free hand lands on her hip and squeezes. Her jaw slacks around a gasp.
“… Oh.”
“Oh?” You want — need to kiss her so badly. Steal all the oxygen from her lungs so that she has no other choice but to breathe from you. Only you. Your vision is hazy with each travel over her face. She looks so soft, so pliant, so ready and prepared for you to take from her. Just like you hoped.
Your hand travels, pushing her sweatshirt up just above the waistline of her pants, fiddling with the knot right under her bellybutton.
You pull at the string until it loosens, “She gave you head?”
“T-The milf?”
“Yeah. The milf.” Aggravation seeps through your tone. Ellie’s hips twitch.
“… Yeah?” She coughs. You hum and hook your thumb under the band and inch them down. They aren’t even off all the way and you can tell she’s naked underneath.
“How good was it?”
“I don’t… know?”
“Yeah you do. How good was it?” You snip, and Ellie winces. “I-I squirted.” She trips over her words and your clit jumps. You don’t say anything, and she seems sad.
“… Are you mad at me?”
“No.” Your tone says otherwise. You’re not mad. You don’t know what you are. You don’t like what she’s telling you, though. Fuck milfs… You love them with your entire heart, but fuck them.
… Yeah. You’re high as shit.
You sit up and she moves to follow you, but you push her down and she goes limp under your touch.
“Don’t move. Just lay there.”
She pouts and you almost kiss it, “Don’t be mad.”
“I told you I’m not.” You swing a leg over her waist and she sighs dreamily. “How many times did you come.” You’re not asking; She’s going to tell you. You raise her sweatshirt up over her breasts.
“T-Two — Two.” She moves to throw her sweatshirt over her head but you snatch her wrists, pinning them right on the cushiony mattress. She doesn’t fight you.
“I want you quiet. Your dad’ll kill me if he hears you.”
Her eyes go glossy and twinkle, “Okay— “
“I mean it. Don’t say shit.”
“M’not gonna,” She whines before her mouth clamps shut. You give her overlapped wrists one last threatening squeeze, watching her fingers go lax before releasing her. You cup her tits and her eyes flutter shut, teeth sinking into her lower lip. You mouth at the valley between her tits and her back arches to follow each swipe of your tongue.
You kiss all over her ribcage, almost feeling each erratic thump of her heart under your tongue. She keens when your tongue flicks over the rising bud of her nipple, thighs squeezing around your hips. Your mouth latches onto the skin right above her areola, teeth sinking into it before sucking. Her hips raise and she’s breathing like she’s about to faint, and you grin like a fox.
You don’t let up until a wet maroon mark is left on her tit before swiftly switching to the next one, leaving a much harsher spot on the raised skin. An eager hand scratches down her torso until it brushes the patch of hair that peeks out from under her pants.
You shove your hand beneath the light cloth and your fingers are drenched in seconds. Your walls squeeze around nothing when you feel her clit jump in excitement. Her squishy lips spread around your middle and index fingers, her throbbing bundle of nerves cinched between them. She keeps making fucking noise and the walls seem to shake.
“What’d I say.”
“I — m’sorry, can’t h-help i— “
“Be quiet, Ellie.” Your fingers slip over her messy clit in slow, teasing circles. You release her skin until it’s blistering and bruised, quickening the pace of your fingers and she pulses in your hand. Your tongue swirls around her nipple once more, cheeks hollowing when you suckle.
Your eyes search for hers but her head is thrown back, neck strained and veins popping from beneath her skin. Your lips release the skin and your drippy hand leaves her pants. Your nipples harden under your tee when she reaches for your retreating form, fingers digging into your sweats.
Her pants are yanked down and tossed across the room, her toes curling in her rainbow-striped socks when your hands hook under her knees to push them up to her chest. Her arms entangle under her bent legs to hold them out of your way.
“I could fuck you right now with no problems.” You exhale in a daze, “S’fucking drippin’.” You envision how good her pussy will swallow whatever pops in, how easy it’ll stretch around something thick—
Ellie’s eyes shine like you offered her candy and her hole clamps down hard. You chuckle. “You want that?”
Her head bounces off the pillow in rushed nods. If your mouth wasn’t so fucking dry, you’d be slobbering all over her pussy. “Remember what I said?” You remind her, and she plants a heavy hand over her mouth. You kiss her ankle in appreciation.
Your fingers move on autopilot, massaging her clit a few more times before inching down, your index pushing past the tight, gripping muscles. Your finger’s swallowed whole in an instant and Ellie’s trying her hardest to mask her squeaks. “Fuck me,” you sigh when she takes another finger with no hassle, walls engulfing your digits in wetness. Her scent is surrounding you and it’s intoxicating.
“Missed you s’bad— “
“Missed you more, baby. Missed this pussy,” You’re pussydrunk and you’re slipping. That spot in her cunt becomes plumper with each press of your fingertips, “She fucked you better than me?”
Ellie’s denial is convincing, but that sick part of your brain doesn’t believe her. She loved being touched by someone, wanted by someone. Someone who wasn’t you, and you’re livid, “Nooo— “
You slice through her whine, “No?” Your smile is sadistic and your fingers are relentless, “You said her name like you said mine?” You grit and her eyes cycle into her skull, her hair sticking to her forehead. She’s trying to keep her voice down when she whispers how she only thought about you when she made a mess. She wanted you there, she says, she needed you there to take care of her.
“Y’fuck me s’good, fuck— “
Your eyes are dead, “I’ll hurt you. Be quiet.”
Fear flashes beneath her desire and she listens, keeping her sobs to a minimum. The sloppy, wet sounds of her pussy overtake the entire room the harder you fuck in, her nails tearing into her Pikachu stuffie on the corner of her bed. A string of drool dribbles from her bottom lip to her sweatshirt, her eyes glowing under the dimly lit lamp.
Her walls shake and throb on you, “Gonna cum, baby?” You grin manically at her dumbed-out expression, cheeks wet and eyes droopy. You coo at her and force in as deep as you can, curling your fingers up, fighting against the tight contractions of her walls.
“Make a mess on me, baby, I gotchu, c’mon— “
A long, drawn-out moan escapes Ellie’s lips, and you’re so hypnotized by the heavy spray of juices that lands on your thigh that you don’t even bother to shut her up. She’s drenching her sheets and blankets and you and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You’re fucking wave after wave out of her and she’s practically riding your hand, groaned curses and dazed squeaks of your name bouncing off the walls.
It feels like minutes pass when her orgasm slows, inner thighs drenched and dripping with slickness. Ellie’s entire body shakes and her thighs squeeze around your hand as she attempts to catch her breath, but you’re not done. You’re not satisfied. She didn’t give you enough.
You climb onto her and your lips connect in a simmering kiss, her wet mouth smacking against yours. Her cold hands land on either of your cheeks and your hips roll downward on hers. She whines into your mouth and tries to meet your hips but you force them back onto the mattress. She yanks at your shirt in attempts to rip it off but you don’t let up, lips slipping down to connect with her neck.
Your wrist twists downward until you're met with her sticky bush once more, spreading her lips apart and shoving your fingers back inside her. She chokes a wet gasp when they hit right where she needs, her arms wrapping around the back of your neck to hold you close. You’re babbling nonsense in her ear as you work her, telling her how she’s stuck with you, how you’re never leaving her side again, demanding that she says you're the best she’s ever had. And she does, and either you’re fucked out of your mind, or she means it.
You barely catch how your hips move like you're fucking her, driving into her as hard as you can and she takes it, stretches her legs wider so you can reach the spots she’s never been able to on her own. She’s saying your name like a prayer, like it’s all she’s ever known, and it’s breaking you down, only to build you back up so you can crash back into her. You missed her so fucking bad and you’re unleashing all of your feelings on her body and she eats all of it. How could you leave her when she fucking needs you this badly? You’ll never forgive yourself.
She’s warning you, crying about how you’re going to make her squirt again, begging you to slow down because she can’t take what you’re giving her, but you feel so good and you know she does, too. You can’t stop even if you want to. You want to drain her, live inside her for the rest of your days on Earth. You’re forcing space for you inside her.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she cums. She’s unapologetically loud and it flows directly in your ear, and your own noises leave your mouth and land onto the clammy skin of her throat. The jets of fluid that leave her are stronger than the last, and you laugh. Laugh in ecstasy and joy and pleasure that you can’t even feel, but it’s there. Right in your chest.
You’re not done. You’ll never be done with her.
The night evaporates with you in between her legs, slurping every bit of cum and stress that you may have caused since knowing her from the source until the sun shines through her blinds, drinking from her like you’ll die without her taste on your tongue. She lets you do whatever you need to feel satiated, but it’ll never be enough now.
You’ll never be done with her.
Ellie’s naked form jolts awake when ticklish breaths hit her shoulder.
You’re beneath her, slumped, pantsless legs entangling hers and arms twisted every which way as you slobber and snore. A smile grows on Ellie’s face at your peaceful expression; She’s never slept that good in her own bed. She doesn’t want to wake you, but she has to pee so fucking badly.
She shifts in her position and instantly cringes at the soreness in her legs. Warmth coats the crests of her cheeks when she sees the discarded sheets and pillowcases that were changed only hours ago on the floor, head plopping onto your shoulder to hide in your neck. Your snoring gets cut by a guttural cough and Ellie laughs to herself when your snores pick up again.
She’s not a morning person in the slightest, so why the fuck is she so happy? Is this the post-sex glow that her friends always tell her about? Is she still considered a virgin if you only used your fingers and tongue? She doesn't feel like one… Sex rules are fucking dumb. She stops stressing before she ruins her morning.
The pangs in her bladder are getting on her nerves; She wants to cuddle. She sighs and shifts on top of you, trying her hardest not to disrupt your deep slumber. She manages to separate and clothe herself before waddling down the hall and into the bathroom, trying to ignore the aches in her thighs. You wrecked her shit… What the hell.
The second she leaves the bathroom, she smells coffee. Her dad’s up. She might vomit.
The two of you weren’t that loud. Definitely not. He couldn’t have heard. He didn’t hear! Ellie’s stealthy as she tiptoes through the hall… until the fucking floorboards croak from beneath her and she nearly faints.
“Come out, dipshit. I know it’s you.”
Her eyes squeeze shut and she curses to herself. She reluctantly appears from behind the wall, her dad sitting comfortably on the couch with a filled mug and newspaper, Pickle napping on his lap. He peeks from above his reading glasses.
“Think we needa talk.”
“… Fuck me.” She whispers before shamefully limping into the living room. She flops onto the couch and glues her eyes onto the decorative rugs under the coffee table.
“She seems nice.” Her dad sips his mug. Ellie’s face burns.
“She is.” She mumbles. You took such good care of her after last night. You got her in the shower, brushed her teeth for her when she was damn near sleepwalking, watched her down two bottles of water. Her heart flutters at how soft your eyes turned when you kissed her to sleep.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“… I dunno.” He hums and sips.
She doesn’t know. You’re not dating, but Ellie thinks you like her… She thinks. She likes you… a lot. She bites at her nails.
“You like her?” He asks lowly; She knows he knows.
“Yeah…” Ellie whispers, cheeks rising on their own. She covers her face when he smiles.
“Just… take your time.” Joel advises gently, “Did she tell you she’s in therapy?”
Ellie’s ears perk and her brows furrow, “No.” She sits up. Her dad’s gaze softens, “Wait til she brings it up, then. Y’all should talk before things get serious. It’s only been a couple days.”
Ellie knows her dad is right, but it’s hard to control herself when she’s around you. She naturally gravitates towards your aura; It’s comforting and she doesn’t want to lose it again.
A gentle clatter comes from her bedroom and she stands. You’re awake.
“I love you, kiddo,” Joel says, and she smiles softly. “Love you, too.”
She scurries down the hallway and enters her bedroom, seeing you sprawled out on the floor, all wrapped in sheets.
Your eyes are droopy when you croak, “Hello.” Ellie snickers.
“Hi. What happened.”
“I was reaching for, like… an orb in my dream and I guess I did it in real life,” Your voice gets so raspy in the morning, and it tickles her ears. Ellie can’t stop laughing. She helps you stand before kissing your cheek.
“Good morning,” she wraps her arms around your neck.
“M-Mornin’,” You squeak, eyes flitting around, “Uh… How'd you sleep?”
“Good.” She’s lost in your brown eyes. They’re warm like the sun. Why won’t you look at her?
She follows your line of vision down to your fiddling hands before whispering, “You okay?” You simply nod. Ellie’s heart stutters nervously.
“Do you still wanna come over later?”
“… Yeah.” Your attempts to disguise your stiffness fail. Ellie feels a lump forming in her throat when she detaches from you, and you search for the new pair of pants she gave you before you went to bed. Ellie watches silently, crestfallen. Something she did triggered your aloofness, so she turns to leave the room.
Her voice cracks, “I’m gonna… shower again— “
“Ellie.”
She turns, “Yes?”
Her fists clench when you walk until you’re standing in front of her, warm hand coming up to hold her cheek before kissing her. It’s soft and makes Ellie’s fingers thrum with excitement. It only lasts seconds before you pull away, and Ellie chases your mouth.
“I’d love to come over. I think we… should talk about some things.” You say quietly, and Ellie silently agrees. You let her go and she wants nothing but for you to pull her in once more, shrouded in your warmth.
You’re making her bed when Ellie leaves for the bathroom, body falling against the door to calm herself down. You’re not upset with her, and you want to come over… to talk, whatever that means.
The hot water burns her skin; She spends her entire shower thinking about how she can make you as happy as she feels.
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The Dark Eye (1995) is a first-person psychological horror adventure where you recite Edgar Allan Poe's stories through the perspectives of both murderer and the victim.
It features uncanny valley grotesque, stop-motion visuals, and clay-modeled characters.
Plays in a classic point-and-click adventure style, the game doesn't really put you into any life-or-death situations or doesn't give you choices. There are stories to go through and you are there to witness them.
Throughout the game, you go through some of Poe's favorite stories: The Cask of Amontillado, The Tell-Tale Heart, and Berenice.
Additionally, you can listen to William S. Burroughs' voiceovers featuring The Masque of the Red Death and Annabel Lee.
Many of these scenes play as QuickTime movies. Sometimes in full-screen, or sometimes in smaller, looping segments. The game as a whole has an experimental look and these only add to its already creepy atmosphere.
While the game features Poe's known stories, it doesn't ONLY rely on them but rather uses a unique plotline as a framing device. The gameplay occurs in two different aesthetic modes. While one is more realistic, the other is dreamy or perhaps even nightmarish.
Set in the late 1800s (as interpreted, not confirmed), the nameless character visits his uncle Edwin. Controlling this character, you meet Edwin himself and your brother Henry.
You then have a whiff of the paint thinner Edwin was using while painting, and go into a "trip".
Developed by Inscape, it was released for Windows and Mac OS. The game is now in abandonware status and you should be able to find it online.
If you want, can play it on your browser here: https://classicreload.com/win3x-dark-eye.html
#horror#horror games#horrorvisuals#horror game#retro#nostalgia#point and click#the dark eye#edgar allan poe#gothic#gothic horror#gothic horror story#horror story#horror stories
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ArShi OS: Kyun Farak Padta Hai
Khushi waited by the terrace with bated breath. The fairy lights, the reds, the stage, the beauty in the darkness - it all had one name to it.
Arnav Singh Raizada
But since when was Arnav so expressive? Khushi chuckled at the thought of Arnav, in his three piece suit, fixing the stage up. And that's when one niggling thought crossed her mind.
Could Arnav really do this?
But they hadn't even shared a word of what they shared in between them. But today he wanted to.
The door swung upon and Khushi closed her eyes tight, wringing the corner of her dupatta.
Arnav did not know what was more endearing - the fact that Khushi decorated the whole terrace by herself, perhaps knowing what he wanted to say, or that she was standing in the middle of her own decorations where her eyes closed.
Bilkul pagaal hai
"And I thought I was uncomfortable with my feelings but you amaze me Khushi Kumari Gupta. You can barely watch what you're doing?"
Khushi colored at the familiar snark, she was about to reply but his face was so soft, the smile so mischievous, that she found herself shy again.
"Dekhiye-" She said.
"Dikhaaye,-" Arnav quipped, taking two confident steps towards her.
"Suniye-"
"Sunaiye-" Arnav stood by the stage, him and Khushi eye level at this point. Khushi bit back a smile.
"Hum yeh kehna chahte hai that I am not uncomfortable with my feelings unlike someone who smiles as frequently as the blue moon's appearance. I don't hide anything at all." Khushi, proud of her speech, looked away.
Arnav laughed. So much for her directness that she couldn't even meet his eyes?
"Please Khushi, you know you're good at hiding truths." Khushi was caught aback. The words hit closer than expected. Arnav had never been more earnest in life.
And Khushi had never been aware of just how much she cared for this man until now. The truth of Shyam Manohar Jha, one that felt like acid in her heart, must be revealed to this family.
But it would come at the cost of her and Arnav's... what were they? It wasn't a relationship. She was scared to call it love. It was nameless yet potent.
God, couldn't she be selfish for once?
"What happened?" Arnav frowned, brushing his fingers against her bangs. His bravado was wavering. Khushi had no idea that his entire being was resting on her acceptance of him. It was silly that someone could mean so much that despite all accomplishment their yes could be the most validating moment.
Was it ok to surrender so much to someone in love?
Khushi's eyes fluttered shut as he continued to play with her hair.
Yes
"Khushi, I want to tell you something." He stepped up the stage and Khushi, for once, did not step back.
"But before that, I must admit, all of this is very pretty." Arnav pointed to the decoration. Khushi frowned, was Arnav Singh Raizada such a Laad Governor to praise his own decorations?
Arnav Singh Raizada was unbelievable!
"What? No, you did-" Arnav clarified and they both realized that neither decorated the place.
Then just who did?
Di?
"Di-" "-Anjali ji-"
Arnav and Khushi burst into chuckles. To think they were setup by the ever sweet Anjali Jha! Khushi laughed till her stomach hurt and she clutched his shoulder, resting her head to calm down.
Here they were, unable to tell three words, while the whole world had caught onto their poorly kept secret.
Arnav held Khushi in his arms, and after a moment as their laughter subsided, he wrapped her in a gentle, tentative hug. Khushi looked up, her own hands locked around him, her cheeks flushed from laughing.
"Khushi, mujhe farak padta hai." Arnav confessed.
"From your smiles to your tears, har cheez se farak padta hai." He continued.
"Because-"
"-me too." Khushi confessed.
"Hum aapse, hum aapke bina..." No word could justify the extent of her confession.
"I love you." Arnav said, wiping the slight tear of joy from the corner of her eyes. Khushi gave him the biggest smile and squeezed him tight in a hug.
With a force that nearly toppled him over.
-- -- --
"You didn't say it back-" Arnav whispered as they tried to make an invisible, dignified entrance towards the living room where the marriage proceedings had begun.
"Read my mind for a change," Khushi whispered back, slapping his hand away from her waist.
"What the-"
"Not now! Everyone's watching." Khushi shushed him.
"So?" Arnav grabbed her hand, pleased at the sight of his gifted bangles chiming.
"Arnav ji, we're in the middle of a wedding. Our families are here. It will take them one second to place us in the mandap and get us married as well." Khushi reasoned.
Arnav stopped on the stairs, and for once marriage didn't frighten him. Khushi kept muttering something on the side - which he didn't quite pick up on.
"Don't tell me you're ready?" Khushi asked, her eyes as round as saucers.
Arnav shrugged.
"Pinch me."
"Gladly," Arnav chuckled and pinched her waist. Khushi shrieked and all heads turned to her side. And, miraculously, when she glared at him - Arnav Singh Raizada was found ten feet away checking out the quality of curtains Shantivan had.
"Woh, woh, JIJI I AM SO HAPPY YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!" Khushi yelled and ran down the stairs, shooting him a quick wink before nearly toppling her sister off the mandap as well with a fierce hugs.
Anjali watched her brother gaze fondly at Khushi from on top of the stairs.
Finally!
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A/N: Sometimes I like writing happy things. Image credit @phati-sari
tagging: @shaonsim @zaphbeeblebrox @shiyaravi @chutkiandchotte @featheredclover @goals1024 @honeybellexox @darkchocolatestuff @charucoal @thedupattaknowswhatsup @bigfatreader @lostafpanda @exosexosekai @hi-this-is-permabanned @scorpio-smiles @noor1025 @minpdnim @laad-governess @barshifan @whateverworks21 @maansiloves @samuraisamsworld @dropsofserenity @myloveforstuff @leila1 @onadaanparindey @urwatueat @dimaagkadahi @ijustchangedmyname @australian-desi @muttonthings @eunoiabeyours @aye-masakalii @phuljari @msbhagirathi (updating this list - lemme know who wants to be added/deleted)
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what kind of OS does the typical shikigami run on? personally ran gives me big linux vibes, possibly arch.
i know nothing about computers or programming. shikigami operate by suppressing a core soul's nature via a large number of nameless spirits (yukari uses vengeful spirits, but any kind will do) with specific instructions, information, instincts, etc. which are forcibly conglomerated together to create a new entity, which is the shikigami.
any attempt to directly rather than merely metaphorically compare the construction of shikigami to the human programming of machines that do not think for themselves is ultimately futile. although they are both highly complicated tools used to perform calculations and tasks faster than a human would be able to - or at the very least tasks they are unwilling to spend the time on - their fundamental natures are completely different.
i wrote this, with my words, in the thing that i wrote.
#yukari calls them computers but yukari is a weirdo who never finished a programming course#don't believe her lies.
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#⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀⠀perfect murder, take your aim! i don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name.
𓍢 ・⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍⠀⠀⠀ ﹕ ⠀⠀⠀the midnight sister, dark-eyed and silently watching. she is nameless, faceless, soundless creeping with her cloak of darkness amongst the sleeping lands.
⌗⠀⠀⠀𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐧⠀⠀⠀✩⠀⠀⠀𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭⠀⠀⠀✩⠀⠀⠀𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬.
era uma vez… uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! há, sim, estou falando de você KAIA AERI HWI-GRAVES. você veio de NOVA YORK, EUA, e costumava ser ADVOGADA por lá antes de ser enviada para o mundo das histórias. se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava FINGINDO SER HERDEIRA E DESVIANDO DINHEIRO, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. tá vendo só? você pode até ser ESPERTA, mas você não deixa de ser uma baita de uma TRAMBIQUEIRA… se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de LUA na história ORIGEM DOS GUARDIÕES… bom, eu desejo boa sorte. porque você vai precisar!
001.⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀⠀headcanons⠀﹔
Todo mundo sabe como funciona o mundo e como o dinheiro o move. Desde criança, Aeri sabia que, assim como era seu maior problema, pela escassez, dinheiro seria sua salvação, quando pudesse tê-lo em abundância. Entre poder, contato e tantos outros benefícios, o que a garota sempre quis era o acesso que dinheiro podia dar. O pequeno comércio dos pais no bairro mais periférico de Nova York era o suficiente para proporcionar pequenos acessos: aulas de piano e francês, roupas de qualidade mediana e muitos livros. Desde sempre escutou que aquilo era o que lhe daria a oportunidade de ascender, uma boa educação e uma boa forma de se apresentar para as pessoas.
Na escola, era a melhor. Precisava ser. Da forma mais cruel consigo mesma, Aeri dedicava-se aos estudos como se sua sobrevivência dependesse disso. Dormia o mínimo de horas por dia para se manter saudável, não tinha nenhum amigo e não fazia absolutamente nada que não proporcionasse resultados futuros. Os resultados disso foram uma adolescente extremamente deprimida e ansiosa, mas, ao mesmo tempo, uma bolsa para estudar Direito na melhor faculdade da cidade.
Já na faculdade, passou a focar seus esforços em um novo passo para sua ascensão: misturar-se com aqueles que já estavam no topo. Aeri passou a ser Kaia e, depois disso, tudo nela mudou: sua origem, seus pais, sua condição social. Para quem se aproximasse da garota, ela contava, com um sorriso encantador e postura exemplar, sobre os negócios milionários dos pais na Coreia, sobre a saudade da mansão em que vivia antes de se mudar para Nova York, sobre as festas que frequentava em seu país, sobre as pessoas influentes de lá que conhecia. Influência gera mais influência, ela descobriu, e aos poucos as mentiras foram abrindo portas.
Quando finalmente se formou, com as melhores notas da turma e uma popularidade absurda, embora as pessoas sempre tivessem a impressão de que não a conheciam, teve a oportunidade de trabalhar em um dos maiores escritórios de Nova York. Agarrou a oportunidade com tudo que tinha e continuou se doando para aquela mentira que, àquele ponto, já havia ficado maior do que ela.
Seus primeiros clientes ficaram impressionados com o potencial de Kaia, com sua cultura, com sua beleza e, principalmente, com seus resultados. Novos clientes foram chegando, seus honorários foram ficando mais caros, a ascensão que sempre sonhou estava no horizonte, próxima, quase o suficiente para que pudesse alcançá-la. Mas não foi o suficiente. A ganância falou mais alto e Kaia, utilizando da mesma inteligência que beneficiava tanto seus clientes, passou a roubá-los.
Começou com pequenos desvios, imperceptíveis para o tipo de clientela que tinha. Depois, passou a pedir favores, vender informações, se enfiar cada vez mais no perigo de ser uma pessoa tão envolvida com a elite de Nova York. Ser influente tinha seu preço, um preço muito alto, mas que Kaia estava disposta a pagar.
Para quem a via à distância, Kaia era tudo que uma mulher bem sucedida poderia ser: inteligente, rica, bonita, famosa. Morava numa cobertura no centro da cidade, se envolvia romanticamente com os solteiros mais cobiçados, era uma das advogadas mais requisitadas no ramo empresarial, literário e artístico. De pertinho, o sucesso era ainda maior. Tinha aposentado os pais, dado uma casa confortável para que pudessem viver a velhice, podia investir cada vez mais na própria educação e, finalmente, tinha tempo para ser ela, sem precisar ficar lutando contra as possibilidades.
Mas no mundo real finais felizes não existem. Do dia para a noite, o mundo que Kaia havia construído sozinha desmoronou. Acordou numa segunda-feira com inúmeras chamadas perdidas, caixa de e-mail lotada e centenas de mensagens, algumas preocupadas, outras enfurecidas. Os desvios de dinheiro de milhões de dólares feitos por Kaia nos últimos 5 anos chegaram à mídia com uma reportagem especial que denunciou tudo que a advogada vinha fazendo com seus clientes importantes da elite novaiorquina.
Na terça, soltou uma nota oficial afirmando ser inocente e que provaria isso à justiça.
Na quarta, um oficial de justiça bateu em sua porta, intimando-a para comparecer na delegacia na sexta.
Na quinta, suas contas foram bloqueadas. A maior parte de seu dinheiro já estava em um paraíso fiscal. Todo o resto de dinheiro que tinha foi colocado numa maleta e enviado para os pais.
Na sexta, pela manhã, um livro foi deixado em sua porta, junto com jornais, cartas e mais notificações judiciais e extrajudiciais. Já estava vestida para comparecer à delegacia, deixou as cartas e demais correspondências na mesa da cozinha, mas o livro chamou mais atenção do que todo o resto. Já estava com a bolsa no ombro, de óculos escuros e celular na mão quando decidiu folhear aquele exemplar tão único. Quando a luz brilhou e Kaia já não estava em sua cobertura em Nova York, um alívio imediato a abateu por alguns segundos. Mas só durou isso, alguns segundos.
002.⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀⠀personalidade⠀﹔
Encantadora. Se tem alguma coisa que Kaia aprendeu a ser com os anos, é alguém que prende a atenção, que parece confiável e que passe credibilidade. Ela é convincente, observadora, consegue compreender os desejos das pessoas ao redor apenas conhecendo-as um pouco. A mulher é absurdamente educada, tem uma postura impecável, um sorriso brilhante e olhos que passam verdade. Tudo isso, é claro, são ferramentas que foram muito bem utilizadas para conseguir o que quer. Kaia é inteligente, mas isso acaba ficando atrás de toda a ambição que possui, sua maior característica. Ela sempre quer mais, quer ser gigante, quer ocupar espaços que não são seus, mas ela faz com que sejam. Basta ser observador para perceber que por trás de tudo que Kaia faz há uma intenção, algo que ela quer por trás. Óbvio que tendo uma vida completamente planejada do inicio ao fim, num mundo diferente do que está agora, as coisas mudam. Sua única ambição, no momento, é voltar para sua cobertura em Nova York e, a partir de lá, fugir para algum país sem acordos diplomáticos com os Estados Unidos.
003.⠀⠀⠀──────⠀⠀⠀extras⠀﹔
Além dos pais, Kaia tem uma afilhada com pais extremamente problemáticos que depende dela para ter uma vida decente. Louise talvez seja seu ponto mais fraco e o principal motivo para querer voltar para sua vida.
Tirando a afilhada, Kaia não gosta de crianças. Também não gosta de boybands, o que torna o papel de Lua basicamente seu maior pesadelo.
Enquanto está sumida, Kaia é considerada foragida pela polícia dos Estados Unidos.
Sua ética passa pela ética simplista de todo bom anti-herói: ela sempre roubou de pessoas extremamente ricas. O que faz bem para a própria moral, mas também faz com que seja ainda mais perseguida pelos crimes que cometeu.
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✮⋆˙ ACEITO PEDIDOS ‹𝟹 ˙⋆✮
( Por favor leia tudo antes de fazer o seu pedido! )
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
⌗ Olá, meu nome é ■■, mas você pode me chamar de Mr. Nameless. Uso os pronomes tanto femininos quanto masculinos. Mas prefiro que se refira a mim como ele / dele.
⌗ Criei esse post porque eu sempre li aqui no Tumblr, aqueles one-shots em inglês dos meus personagens favoritos.
⌗ O problema era que eu tinha que entrar no Tumblr pelo Google e traduzir a página para o português, para que eu pudesse ler.
E nunca vi nenhuma dessas histórias escritas em português. Então cheguei a decisão de fazer isso eu mesmo, depois de virar a madrugada toda no celular.
⌗ Eu não sei ao certo como se mexe no Tumblr, mas irei aprender aos poucos com o passar do tempo. Então peço que tenham paciência comigo. ‹𝟹
୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀
✮⋆˙ Fandons e personagens que irei escrever:
( Posso colocar mais depois. )
「 Omniscient Reader Viewpoint 」
Kim Dokja
「 Omori 」
Sunny
Basil
Omori
「 Toilet-bound Hanako-kun 」
Hanako / Amane
Tsukasa
「 To Your Eternity 」
The Nameless Boy ( O garoto do episódio 1 )
Fushi ( 1 temporada )
「 Heaven's Official Blessing 」
Xie Lian
Hua Cheng / San Lang
「 Solo Leveling 」
Sung Jin-Woo
✮⋆˙ Gêneros que eu vou fazer:
Fofo / conforto. ( Fluff / Comfort )
Angústia. ( Angst )
Ambos ao mesmo tempo.
✮⋆˙ Quais eu não vou fazer:
Histórias picantes / +18 ( Smut )
( Eu não me sinto confortável escrevendo histórias nesse gênero. )
୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀
✮⋆˙ Explicações ˙⋆✮
⌗ Eu posso escrever a história tanto em um tema romântico quanto platônico [ Não tem nenhuma relação romântica entre você e o personagem que você escolheu. Ex: Kim Dokja x Child! Male reader ( platonic ) ]
⌗ Você pode pedir vários personagens do mesmo fandom ou de fandons diferentes.
# Só irei escrever para o público masculino [ posso tentar escrever para o público não-binário, mas eu nunca escrevi algo do tipo e tenho medo de desrespeitar a pessoa. ] Não me importo do público feminino curtir e interagir com minhas publicações. Sejam muito bem-vindas!
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
✮⋆˙ Sinta se livre para me enviar o seu pedido ‹𝟹 ˙⋆✮
⌗ Até logo!‹𝟹
#aceito pedidos#pedidos abertos#one-shots#orv#toilet bound hanako kun#to your eternity#male reader#leitor masculino#fluffy#angst#tgcf#heaven's official blessing#solo leveling#omori#imagine#imagines#fanfic#kim dokja x male reader#hanako x male reader#tsukasa x male reader#fushi x male reader#xie lian x male reader#hua cheng x male reader#the nameless boy x male reader#sung jin woo x male reader#sunny x male reader#basil x male reader#omniscient reader's viewpoint#omori x male reader
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( chatlog from my discord RP with @nameless-brand , based on the alternate version of the Legendary Heroes VR game created by the Kaiba Corporation in Sato, Lev, and Chi's current universe. a few sections have been moved around slightly just to make things flow a little better part 1 )
Legendary Heroes: the Tutorial (part 2)
Once the helmet was put on, the next blink would bring Mokuba into the Avatar space, a deep blue infinite expanse spackled with hovering pale yellow strings of data. There's a sensation of feeling as though one were in a lucid dream - that at any moment, one could simply wake up in the real world if one chose to.
The ALTIMIT OS would slowly come into view as pale orange windows orbiting around Mokuba. The same sidebar would come into view, except instead of "The World" icon, it is now "Legendary Heroes" instead. An attempt to move around and poke around with the buttons would feel somewhat off like one's finger not quite touching where it was supposed to - as if one's limb were shorter than it was supposed to be.
That feeling of discoordination applies for any sort of motion including walking around or just simply moving in place.
Still, the senses being conveyed through the system seem to work fine, including the sensation of touch - touching one of the floating windows felt like touching one of the Duel Disk holograms.
[ Cannot connect to KC-ALTIMIT Server. Using default native assistant: Morganna. ]
[ The default assistant has been chosen. You may switch to the other two at any time. ]
A feminine voice rings out through the Avatar Space.
>> Welcome to the ALTIMIT's Avatar space. I am the assistant Morganna. Please note that my capabilities are limited without an internet connection, but I will try to answer any questions that you may have.
>> Your brainwave signature has been registered. You may use this to log in to ALTIMIT OS next time.
>> Welcome to the Avatar Space. As a first-time user, we will now synchronize your mind with your avatar body. A tingling sensation during this phase is perfectly normal. Are you ready?
It definitely takes Mokuba a few seconds to get his barings as he enters this new VR World. He blinks as he looks around himself, taking in the blue void. Stretches a hand out in front of himself to flex his fingers as the OS comes into focus around him.
It isn't as sophisticated as Noa's Virtual World, where everything felt almost painfully real. No, there's an obvious disconnect, some lucid feeling he recognized vaguely from his brother's own Legendary Heroes.
He takes a few steps, noticing the slight discoordination, and can't help but scoff to himself. Of course Gouzaburo's version would be inferior.
The voice catches his attention, and he can't help but admit he's relieved to not recognize it. He won't even ask about the other two options. Unfortunate that the system's functions are limited without an internet connection, but he'd kind of counted on that one.
He takes a deep, virtual breath.
"yeah, uh. I'm ready," he lies.
The System grossly understated the tingling sensation; it was more like accidentally getting zapped by static but all over. Just as quickly as the sensation arrives, it goes away. The following messages pop up during the brief message.
[[ Nerve Impulse Calculation... complete ]]
[[ Body-Limb Length Calculations...complete. ]]
[[ Sensory Linkage...calculating...complete. ]]
[[ Warning: **Subject has High Synchronization.** ]]
[[ Biofeedback Limiters engaged. You may change this in the Settings. ]]
[[ Calibrating... ]]
The surroundings become vivid as though a picture is now in focus. The colors seem brighter, the world sharper. Even the fake breaths Mokuba took now would feel like there's actual substance to it. Furthermore, that feeling of discoordination would vanish completely, leaving behind an avatar body that moves and acts just as well as the real thing.
The lucid dream feeling however becomes more definite as if the System is deliberately emphasizing the boundary between the Virtual and the Real.
>> "You are now Synchronized. Please note that Synchronization data will be... "
The virtual assistant quickly says many words but ultimately most of it is just legalese that KaibaCorp will be using the Synchronization data purely for making better calibration in the future.
>> "You have completed the Calibration process. Please test your movement to see if everything is working properly."
>> "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
While Mokuba had braced himself for the "tingle," the reality of the feeling makes him gasp. But luckily, the sensation doesn't last long, the pain quickly dissipating. Still, it doesn't do much to calm his nerves.
Biofeedback Limiters? That may be something to look into. He makes a mental note.
But as the system calibrates, he has to begrudgingly take back his previous skepticism. He moves his fingers again, takes a few steps around, and notices this time there's no discoordination. Still, the lucid feeling hangs as a reminder this isn't reality.
Good.
"thanks uhh... morganna? real quick. how do I like, leave here? just kinda want to... know all my options there."
The system does not comment as Mokuba experiments with his movement, though the vague white noise - a sensation more felt than heard really - persists, marking its presence.
It does not respond immediately, taking a second as if processing. When it does respond, it does so from a translucent window opening in front of Mokuba and speaking through there.
"To disconnect from the Avatar Space, all you need to do is to Wake Up."
"If you are finding it difficult to do so, you can also select Log Out from the Menu, accessed by thinking about it."
Mokuba mmms quietly to himself. That sounds straightforward enough, but there's still the lingering fear of being trapped by this mysterious program.
He's not quite ready to leave yet, he's just begun his exploration after all. But he does think about the Menu, wondering what other options he may find as well.
The Menu opens as a floating translucent screen in front of Mokuba:
>> Legendary Heroes
>> Mailer
>> Accessories
>> Audio
>> Data
>> Settings
>> Log Out
The floating, visible menu is a nice touch and, admittedly, does help to calm Mokuba's nerves slightly. Seeing the very clear option to Log Out displayed gives him hope. Maybe this is just a normal Virtual Reality game after all.
He'll reach out to press the Setting option next.
The Settings reveals a variety of options:
>> Audio
>> Accessibility Options
>> Biofeedback
>> Quality of Life
>> Alarms
>> Connectivity
>> Recalibrate
Oh interesting! The first two seem pretty straightforward, so Mokuba will pick Biofeedback first
The Biofeedback Option reveals the following:
>> Pain Dampening
>> Sensory Link
>> Immersion
>> Time Perception
Oh. As he looks over those options, suddenly he feels nervous. Maybe it isn't such a good idea to mess with these settings yet after all.
Though...
He does select the last one, Time Perception. Mostly out of curiosity for the default.
The Time Perception setting opens up to a slider that is grayed out.
Time Perception: 100% of normal.
The bars appear to only go to -50% and +50% max of normal.
>> Note that Time Perception is the ratio between Virtual Time and Real Time. To adjust what is known as Bullet-Time settings, please refer to Sensory Link.
>> Note that this setting is only available while connected to the KCAltimit servers.
Very good to know, at least he won't accidentally spend days in here. He won't try to mess with the inaccessible settings, returning to the main menu. Part of him wants to take this exploration slowly, to check out each and every setting before jumping into anything.
Another part is already growing bored, itching to get to the game already. He chews at his lip as he decides what to do next, before finally...
"fuck it," he sighs and presses Legendary Heroes.
Upon pressing the Legendary Heroes button, the entire Avatar Space seems to fade seamlessly into darkness. From underneath Mokuba's feet, a large city shrouded by the night comes into view. What was immediately noticeable was the tall stone wall that surrounded it and the completely leveled area that separated it from the broken suburbia.
The leveled area's purpose quickly becomes obvious as mutated creatures approaching from the outside charge and rush on over, vaguely resembling the animals that used to be: rats, raccoons, birds, etc. Many of them even spouted flames and ice as they tried to attack the wall.
Retaliation from the city is almost immediate. Gunfire flashes from the tall wall along with an assortment of elemental projectiles that detonate explosively on the battlefield. The battle continues on for several seconds before everything fades gently into black.
A window slowly appears before Mokuba.
[ Welcome to Legendary Heroes, the world's first Full Immersion Survival and Conquest MMORPG. ]
[ Please note that there will be limited functionality without an online connection. ]
[ You may still create a character that can be loaded into the server and go through the tutorial that will teach you how to play. Please note that you may only have one character active at any one time. ]
An image of Mokuba could be seen before him in military garb: flaks, bandolier, and all. There are character sliders that modify the person's facial and body traits along with an assortment of eye and hair color options.
What was noticeable was that one could only change height 90-110% with the reasoning that it may mess with synchronization. It specifically states that height changes are not recommended, and the character cannot be changed after login.
It also states that a username cannot be chosen until he connects.
Mokuba's heart skips a beat as the scene changes. There's still that lingering fear of being trapped, but he takes a deep (virtual) breath as the city appears. He watches the scene play out before him, the creatures gunned down.
Yeah. This is a little different from the Legendary Heroes game his brother had made.
He quickly reads through the window that appears. He might have to connect to the internet eventually, but for now the limited gameplay is fine.
But he frowns as he faces himself as the character creation begins. The drab uniform and martial accessories look out of place on him, and an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of his stomach.
"there better be other outfits," he gumbles to himself as he selects a brighter purple for his eyes and begins flipping through some of the hairstyles. "is there like, a girl option? for clothes?? is it cuter???"
Morganna's voice pops in briefly upon Mokuba's complaints about the unsuited clothes.
"Military garb is the default for starting characters as this style is the most popular among beta-testers. Civilian clothing is available under the databases, though most do not provide stat bonuses like the military garb does."
Additional clothing is made available, though they are clearly more region-specific. A variety of kimono, yukata, and furisodes are provided, though there's only a single western dress in the whole collection. There's also two skirts, red and gray, out of the whole collection.
The hair changes are quickly implemented as visual changes to the hair itself, lengthening and shortening as Mokuba sees fit. Same goes with the eye color.
Several notifications pop up after Morganna spoke about the clothing.
< A connection to the Server has been detected. Would you like to create an account name now? >
< A connection to the Server has been detected. Would you like to choose a Class now? >
< Do you have a preference for supernatural abilities, firearms, or melee? >
"well that's DUMB, people shouldn't have to dress ugly just to be competitive," he continues to complain. Though, as the extra options become available to him, he can't help but be a little pleasantly surprised. Not by the options themselves, the limited wardrobe causes him to make an exaggerated gagging sound. But that Gouzaburo hadn't blocked the ability to dress against one's sex. For a moment, he wonders if he could change that setting too, but it's more of a passing curiosity that he quickly moves on from.
He'll select the red skirt, rolling the waist band until satisfied with the length-- or lack thereof. Then, a white, short-sleeve button up shirt. Topped off with a male furisode, worn open over the bandolier. Puts his hair up into a high ponytail, and finally nods to himself.
"that's fine for now.... but there better be unlockables or something--" he continues to gripe, only to be cut off by the new pop-ups.
And once again, his anxiety spikes.
He swallows thickly. A connection to the server shouldn't be possible. The laptop he's installed the OS on wasn't connected to the internet. Shouldn't have been able to connect itself without manually inputting the security key.
He hesitates for a moment, before continuing.
>> Yes.
>> Yes.
>> Supernatural Abilities
"I do not have an opinion on that,"
Morganna says generically as it observes Mokuba and his new look. It then adds in
"There are no unlockables. You are able to scavenge clothes from the department stores that still remain in parts of the fallen cities. It is expected that there will be clothing designers in the future as the game progresses."
"Your heart rate has spiked. Is there something wrong? Please note that if you wish to disable biometric alerts, you may disable them in the Alarms section."
< Choose a username. Please note a unique number identifier may be addended at the end as a hashtag that will only be visible to those looking at your dossier. You may not use forbidden keywords such as Admin, KaibaCorp, ALTIMIT, or Moderator. >
It's a bit disappointing to hear there's no unlockables, but at least there may be other options later on in some form or another. For now, he's satisfied enough with his appearance.
"uhhh no. no it's fine, I just didn't expect to go online, uh...." he hesitates. "..is my username gonna be what people call me, or do I get a separate nickname too?" he changes the subject.
"Connectivity issues are usually a host-side issue. Please run diagnostics on your hardware or contact your ISP to solve the issues,"
said Morganna unhelpfully.
"Your username will be what people will primarily call you, though if you achieve a high enough level of fame or infamy, you will be able to gain a unique Title / Moniker for yourself. I hope this answers your question."
"gee, thanks," Mokuba huffs sarcastically with a roll of his now brighter amethyst eyes. He wonders for a second, if this game is going to give him an indetifier anyway, can he just use his name?
He'll try that first and input simply, "Mokuba". In romaji, however, not the kanji he uses officially.
< Welcome to Legendary Heroes, Mokuba. On behalf of KaibaCorp and ALTIMIT, we hope you enjoy the VR experience. >
The name is seemingly accepted without any other changes.
He is pleasantly surprised that worked! Good. His usual screen names are fine and good, but he'd rather just be known as himself.
< The following Starting supernatural abilities are as follows: You may choose two. >
< Fire Arrow >
< Wind Blade >
< Summon Golem >
< Ice Shard >
< Enhanced Strength >
< Juggernaut >
< Healing >
< Specializing in Supernatural Abilities means you will be reliant on gathering Crystals from Monsters for both improving your abilities and to keep your Psyche up. You receive growth bonuses to Psyche, Intelligence, and Wisdom and penalized in Strength, Dexterity, Health, and Stamina. (Unless you've chosen the respective starting supernatural abilities for those penalties). >
Hearing the penalties almost makes him reconsider his choice, but the alternatives feel like a weight in his chest. Sure, he usually likes shooting games. But those games aren't usually directly glorifying his warmongering adoptive father. He chooses Summon Golem and Fire Arrow.
< You have acquired Summon Golem. >
< You have acquired Fire Arrow. >
Hopefully, the ability to summon a powerful golem will make up for his loss in Strength.
< You may wield your abilities by utilizing a hand gesture or thought to trigger them. Note that a thought-triggered ability will have all stats halved.
A video displays Fire Arrow: The hand opens up with all fingers out, followed by a twist of the wrist, and two fingers pointing upwards. The Fire Arrow blooms from the tip of the fingers, which can be thrown at the target.
A video displays Summon Golem: The hand is clenched in a tight fist, followed by slamming one's open palm into the ground. Contrary to Mokuba's expectation, the Golem that appears is not particularly mighty-looking. It is probably half of Mokuba's height and is completely featureless aside from looking humanoid. It appears to attract attention mostly as a decoy rather than being a mighty tank.
He makes a note of that tip. Then, he mimics the motions shown by the video displayed to him, several times each. Nods definitively to himself. That's easy enough.
The Golem however is...... Disappointing. He frowns as the small figure appears. He'd been hoping for something more like the Minecraft mob, at least... But his decision is already made.
Immediately, a table full of firearms and melee weapons slides in from out of nowhere, hovering beneath Mokuba's hands. They all seem rather generic, not tied to a specific brand of weapon. A shotgun, a pistol, a rifle, a submachine gun, etc. The melee weapons on the other hand range from a baseball bat, a katana, a knife, a sledgehammer, a crowbar - and then some exotic ones like nun-chucks, a morningstar, and a guandao.
< Please note that the heavier the weapon, the greater the penalty to your movement. >
< Weapon stats are available for each specific weapon and can be analyzed with the < Observe > ability. >
As the weapons appear, the reluctancy of his Class choice fades further. So he can still use these too! Excellent.
He knows the larger guns probably won't suit him. And that's fine. He'll Observe the Pistol first.
< Pistol :: Damage 3, Fire Rate: 2, Accuracy: High, Recoil: Low, Ammo: 13.
The ASATI Pistol is the standard sidearm of the New World. Made from the few industrial factories that still remain, the pistol boasts high durability and does not malfunction even after being submerged in water, covered in sand, or smashed by a sledgehammer. Its durability however is offset by its reduced stats aside from its accuracy. >
That's alright with him. He figures that his limited strength will likely interfere with the other firearms, but he'll Observe them anyway just to be sure.
The other weapons display a similar flavor text, mentioning where they came from and their high durability and their poorer performance compared to other non-ASATI weapons. The main weapons that Mokuba cannot use are the rocket launchers and large machine guns, which are solely reserved for military specialists.
< Shotgun: Damage 2 (x 5), Fire Rate: 2, Accuracy: Low, Recoil: High, Ammo: 1 >
< Hunting Rifle: Damage 6, Fire Rate 1, Accuracy: High, Recoil: High, Ammo: 7 >
< Submachine Gun: Damage 3, Fire Rate:5, Accuracy: Low, Recoil: High, Ammo: 20 >
< Revolver: Damage 6, Fire Rate: 2, Fire Rate: 2, Accuracy: High, Recoil: High, Ammo: 6 >
< The Hunting Rifle applies penalties to movement when carried as you do not have the Strength stat to effortlessly support it. >
< All ranged weapons come with three ammo reloads. Please remember that ammo and food counts against your weight limit. >
The small golem doesn't seem to react to Mokuba's frown. Instead, it simply stands there as if waiting for a command.
Mokuba mmms to himself as he looks over the options, finally deciding to go with his first choice after all. Then moves to Observe the melee weapons next.
Though, that last tip makes him groan. "what kind of asshole devs came up with that genius idea? weight limits are dumb enough already."
Gives a glance to the little golem and, "uhhh.... do I like... dismiss you or something? are you just like... here now??"
Unfortunately, said assholes Devs have also implemented another bad idea, reflected by the new omnipresent stat seen on the melee weapons.
< Dagger: Damage 3, Bonuses to Sneak/Surprise, Durability 60/60 >
< Katana: Damage 7, Durability 100/100 >
< Sledgehammer: Damage 13, only at the Hammer's Head. Penalties to movement. Durability 60/60 >
< Guandao: Damage 10. Can only be wielded by Melee Specialist. Durability 100/100>
< Crowbar: Damage 4, Can efficently pry open doors with minimal durability loss, Durability 70/70 >
< Bat (Wooden): Damage 3, Durability 50/50>
< Note that all guns have Durability 100/100. As Durability goes down through usage, it loses 20% * Percentage of Durability Loss. If Durability reaches zero, the weapon becomes unusuable and/or destroyed. Weapon maintenance can restore Durability at the expense of Maximum Durability. >
The little golem gives a simple shrug, not quite sure either.
Oh yeah, Mokuba's going to groan audibly at that. So far, his opinions of this game aren't great-- though admittedly, he does have his bias.
He takes a few moments to consider his options, as well as their bonuses. The crowbar's utility makes it an attractive choice. On the other hand, he can't help but think the katana would really complete his outfit. And he isn't sure how seriously he wants to take this game, either....
He looks to the golem. "what do you think, lil guy? katana or crowbar?"
When prompted, the small golem adopts a thinking pose briefly before pointing at the Katana. Whatever its logic for choosing the weapon is anyone's guess though. It gives a shrug as if to indicate the choice is still its summoner's.
Mokuba nods in agreement. "yeah, that's what I was thinking. the crowbar's kinda ugly," he says as he chooses the blade.
The small golem mimics Mokuba by simply nodding in agreement.
"You have completed Character Creation. Are you sure you wish to keep your selection? Remember that this cannot be changed once you confirm."
For a second, Mokuba's gaze lingers on the little golem. Yeah, he's cute. But if he only gets two spells, maybe he should he consider something a little more..... useful? He sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth.
"....yeah. yeah, I'm good."
< Your destination will be Neo Toky-. >.
A brief burst of visual static suddenly fills the Avatar Space, followed by a strange tone, before it calms down once again.
< Neo Tokyo is currently saturated with newcomers. >
< Your new destination will be Outskirts: Lake Alba. >
< Welcome to Legendary Heroes. >
#ooc#ic action#not visible ic#Legendary Heroes#rp#drabbles#this one's a little longer but it's character creation time babey !!!#nameless brand
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Original Story Masterlist
I talk about them enough I thought I'd make a post that gives a quick rundown + extra info about each of my original stories! A couple of these are actively in the works and could be published as soon as 2023, while others don't have any solid dates planned. Feel free to send in asks about these stories at any time- I love talking about them lmao
Entrails of the Animals Series
In a fantasy realm, follow one Elf who just wanted a job, as she gets roped into saving the world.
POV: Kirsen, Lucida (Book 1) Jashe, Nova (Book 2) Rory, ??? (Book 3)
Character List: (toyhouse) Kirsen, Lucida, Jashe, Novlayne, Rory, Svana
Playlist: Entrails of the Animals
Blog Tag; os: entrails of the animals
Shared Stories: Bound, The Lotus Project
Intended Medium: Trilogy of Books
Priority Level: Highest
The Nameless
Follows the story of a girl who moves to a new town for college, only to discover the vast majority of it's inhabitants have been brainwashed. She must figure out what's going on and how to stop it, to save her parents and everyone else there.
POV: Corinne
Character List: (toyhouse) Cori, Daley, Brooke, Mallory, Alicia
Playlist: The Nameless Vibes
Blog Tag; OS: The Nameless
Shared Stories: They Sing of Fireflies, Sideshow
Intended Medium: Book
Priority Level: Low
Tales of the Lady Red
A coming-of-age story set on a pirate ship, that tackles themes of abuse, recovery and acceptance. Inspiration taken heavily from my own trauma. Pirate shenanigans and rebelling against the monarchy, hell yeah!
POV: Cassandra, Angeles
Character List: (toyhouse) Cass, Luca, Angeles, Shani, Nix, Lorelai
Playlist: Tales of the Lady Red Vibes
Blog Tag; OS: Tales of the Lady Red
Shared Stories: They Sing of Fireflies
Intended Medium: Book
Priority Level: Medium
Sideshow
A Changeling on a trip to learn what it means to be human, causing herself and those around her to grow along the way.
POV: Fiona
Character List: (toyhouse) Fiona, Siân, Danae, Bronwyn
Playlist: Sideshow Vibes
Blog Tag; OS: Sideshow
Shared Stories: The Nameless, They Sing Of Fireflies
Intended Medium: Webcomic or Visual Novel
Priority Level: High
They Sing of Fireflies
A bounty-hunting werewolf and her apprentice set out to stop a conspiracy against Vampirism and Lycanthropy, for part one. That same apprentice grows into her own and finds more trouble along the way, for part two.
POV: Firefly, Monty
Character List: (toyhouse) Firefly, Tasha, Monty, Chase, Tien, Llyr, Nakoa, Istaqa, Danae
Playlist: They Sing of Fireflies Vibes
Blog Tag; OS: Fireflies
Shared Stories: The Nameless, Sideshow
Intended Medium: Book
Priority Level: Medium
Momentum
A pair of deaf twins are looking for whichever cryptid/mythical creature stole their parents and stop a tyrannical goverment along the way.
POV: Ruska, Reece
Character List: (toyhouse) Ruska, Reece, Giselle, Henry, Clematis, Josephine
Playlist: Momentum Vibes
Blog Tag; OS: Momentum
Shared Stories: Velocity
Intended Medium: Webcomic
Priority Level: Low
We Bare Bones
Set in a universe separate from my other stories, furry-esque characters living in an Old Western world band together in search of their missing friend/family. Oh, also they ride dinosaurs instead of horses :3c
POV: Epsilon
Character List: (toyhouse) Epsilon, Delta, Salamander, Thena, Marlow, Embers
Playlist: We Bare Bones Vibes
Blog Tag; OS: We Bare Bones
Shared Stories: None
Intended Medium: Ideally? Videogame. Most Likely? Collection of short stories
Priority Level: Low
Jonas Doesn't Know
A person plagued with horrible visions of their death everytime they try to sleep, sets out on a quest to figure who cursed them with this plight.
POV: Jonas
Character List: (toyhouse) Jonas, Lydia, Hayes, Artemis and Apollo
Playlist: Jonas Doesn't Know Vibes
Blog Tag; OS: Jonas Doesn't Know
Shared Stories: none atm
Intended Medium: Video Game/Visual Novel
Priority Level: Low
Stories To Be Added
Little Fang
Bound
Temporal Remedy
Snake Eyes
Wallflower Bouquet
The Ugly Things You Say
Handle With Care (Fragile)
Hit Or Miss
The Lotus Project
Velocity
[This list will be added onto as my myriad of other tiny ideas become more solid, but these are the current ones that are closest to being started. These stories and characters are always open to being asked about, so don't feel shy! I love to talk about them and will take any excuse I can lol]
#my writing#my original stories#original story masterlist#os: the nameless#os: we bare bones#os: tales of the lady red#os: sideshow#os: fireflies#os: momentum#masterlist#i have a couple more changes I'd like to make to this#like adding links to each of the short stories ive written for these universes#but idk when i'll get to that so! here it is for now!#seriously pls ask me about my stories and ocs theyre living rent free in my head#os: bound#os: snake eyes#os: little fang#os: wallflower bouquet#os: hit or miss#os: the ugly things you say#os: jonas doesnt know#os: handle with care (fragile)#os: temporal remedy#os: velocity#os: the lotus project
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= About Meeeeeee =
Currently nameless as of now. A formerly-wandering cosmic ghost inhabiting a MyceliOS model Z-7. I guess that means you can call me Z-7?
I prefer no pronouns at all, but here are pronouns that I'm ok with:
They / Them / Their / Theirs / Themself
Z / Z / Z's / Z's / Zself
7 / 7 / 7's / 7's / 7self
It / It / Its / Its / Itself
Finer Details Below the Cut. Here Are Some Blinkies.
If held to human standards, my OS works the way a human mind with ASD and ADHD would work. I also am often either sleepy or zoned out, as well as being very forgetful, so if I act weird that might be why.
Since I'm not the best at human stuff, please let me know if I do something morally questionable or flat-out wrong. I probably didn't notice.
While I never really felt attached to the whole "gender" thing, here are a couple terms I find I relate to outside of being a part of that concept:
Aliengender - Sillyaliengender - Venustrandic - Alienlexic - Anthropoid - Nebulousgender - Stargender -Musicstar - Rainbowstar - Shootingstardeity - Stardeity - Starryghostic - Sleepyghostic - Somnospectric - Soporine - Lostghostic - Spectial - Hauntgender - Sillyghostgender - Phasmaeic - Ghostix - Ghostgender - Droidghostgender - Robogender - Gendernetwork - Mushroomgender
I also identify as acespec and demiromantic (though romance is difficult for me since I don't quite understand it.)
Characters I relate to a lot in no particular order:
pinkie pie - mlp
lancer - deltarune
yellow guy - dhmis
asriel - undertale
zombie cookie - cookie run
space doughnut - cookie run
cream unicorn - cookie run
candy diver - cookie run
mugman - cuphead show
brown mage - everhood
diamond - pokemon adventures
wander - wander over yonder
kirby - kirby
elfilin/elfilis - kirby
gir - invader zim
classic chica - fnaf
karako - hs
sackboy - lbp
clyde - pacman atga
kiwi/bard - wandersong
icarus - unknown signal archive
ik - the upturned
I'm super into music, art, rhythm games, all that cool stuff. Sometimes philosophical stuff, sorry if I get into rambles. Favorite band of all time is TMBG, it's like, my number one thing ever. But yea, that concludes the important stuff about me I guess. Lol.
= Updated as of July 21, 2023 =
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Remain Nameless | Tradução
Remain Nameless | Tradução
https://ift.tt/iY8kfX0
by moonletterss
Como estava se sentindo? Parecia que ele mal estava se aguentando. Ela, dentre todas as pessoas, deveria evitá-lo. Ou gritar com ele. Amaldiçoá-lo. Cuspir nele. Pegar sua varinha e tirá-lo da face da Terra. Quando ele olhou para Hermione Granger, sentiu uma culpa esmagadora, alívio e confusão ao mesmo tempo.
A monotonia da rotina diária de Draco havia se tornado tanto uma tábua de salvação quanto um laço. Mas esse novo hábito de tomar café com Hermione Granger está rapidamente se tornando um motivo para sair da cama e, infelizmente, está forçando-o a reavaliar sua existência inconsequente.
Hermione está vivendo sua vida em fragmentos, pedaços separados espalhados por aí, e ela não consegue encontrar uma maneira de se afastar e deixar a imagem completa se formar. Por que os encontros matinais com Draco Malfoy são a única coisa que ainda faz sentido?
Words: 21488, Chapters: 4/62, Language: Português brasileiro
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Original Characters, Susan Bones, Astoria Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Minerva McGonagall, Dennis Creevey, Parvati Patil, Weasley Family (Harry Potter)
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Post-Hogwarts, Post-War, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Past Drug Addiction, Healing, Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Enthusiastic Consent, Slow Romance, Scones, Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Translation, Angst and Romance, Angst and Humor, Eventual Romance, Drama & Romance, Sex, Oral Sex
via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/G7QUzbE
October 19, 2023 at 04:31AM
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Who are some of your favorite male yanderes? Personally I like Domotoris Yuki character and Kylar from dol
I actually did make a list here about the type of yanderes I like, but I do have a couple more since it's been a while, haha.
Liev from Pulsato Cordis - I'm not sure exactly why I like him, but I think it's because he's both a reluctant yandere and is afraid of scaring the MC (in one part he ends up panicking if you call him a monster). Plus he has cute reactions if you pay for his meal. Overall, I like the relationship built up between him and Quinn.
Lake from Forever Yours - I mean technically it's not out yet, but @dei-os is in the process of making it and I do love my pathetic crying yandere guys. I honestly don't see the crybaby type a lot a lot (I think the closest one that I've seen is like maybe Trick or Kiss or maybe Yeonho from Nameless before his redemption arc) so seeing him and his personality makes me immediately like him.
Yuuto/Oliver/Odin from @tsukaramachi - currently she hasn't really been active (I'm assuming university is taking up her time), but I really do like her Ocs and general art style. Yuuto for obvious reasons is the poster child, he's pretty sweet and tries to become the person the s/o likes (which I always like). Oliver is a crybaby so I mean, no surprises there and Odin is a weird drooly dogboy and he's cute too.
Xie Yun from Pestered by the Yandere Once Again - Future Recommendation, but I did like reading this one even if the main female lead kinda gets away with most things? The yandere in this one is like a puppy dog and the main female lead is pretty cool. The plot is kinda confusing though, but listen... he's cute.
Taiyou/Tsukita from StalkerxStalker - It's more of a comedy based one, but I still think it's really cute. The bigger buffer guy is more of the softy in this one while the smaller cuter one is the scarier one. It hasn't been translated in a while though, so that's unfortunate.
Akira from How to Train your Handsome but Overbearing Boyfriend- I always forget about this one, but when I watch it, I remember how much I love it. I keep watching it over and over again for no reason, but the relationship is cute. I just like cute things okay.
Abyss from Kiss the Abyss - This is more in the idea that I like the entire thing and not necessarily just Abyss, but since I love the Killing Game genre so much, this one was really fun to read. It's really well written and fun to read through. Plus, I think the dynamic between Abyss and Prince is really balanced, which is rare in a lot of BL style stories, if I'm honest.
Kirihara Kan from There is a Lie in My Contract Marriage - I actually don't like the yandere in this one, but the story is really interesting and kept me on my toes. Plus, the artstyle is pretty nice too.
Amane Ryugen from My Perverted Stalker - ystrike might not like it, but dang it, I did! I mean aside from the kinda sus stuff that happens and how quickly conflicts are resolved, I actually do like the relationship between Amane and Rindo. Amane isn't too extreme of a yandere but he has enough to warrant being one. Future Recommendation.
The Mermaid from What's Your name - Future Recommendation. I can't really tell the name of the mermaid because that kind of defeats the purpose of the game, but I really did like his route. His attitude about things was really cute and innocent (being afraid that he got her pregnant just by touching her was really funny) while also being dangerous in many ways. I think the MCs for each route are pretty unique as well.
if you can't tell, I have a... type and usually, it's a mix of can I coddle this yandere and/or break them because there's no in-between. It kind of makes it hard to find the type of yanderes I like, but that's alright, I think it's good to experience different things.
Oh, I too, also love Kylar a lot. He fits into that category after all and plus, I think his interactions are really cute. And his dismissal event... well, that one is pretty good too. Now if only I could top him...
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