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sundered-souls · 1 month

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Inge Sjasaris

B A S I C S

Name: Inge Sjasaris (pre-EW), Inge Grymkoelwyn (post-EW, as she took her wife's last name to finally conform with her people's way... and give the middle finger to her in-laws who didn't think her good enough for their precious daughter while she was at it lmao)

Nicknames: none

Age: Early sixties

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Race: Viera

Gender: Loaded question given that I've never bothered posting about her tribe, but long story short: she's fine with being called a woman. In our modern western ways, she'd be more akin to genderqueer. In her people's way, it's hard to translate so she never bothers. Honestly any pronoun is technically fine by her, it'll never be completely right anyway.

Orientation: Whatever, but more female leaning overall.

Profession: Mercenary, alchemist

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: I've yet to find a satisfying mod for what I have in mind but curly and mid-long, black, badly cut 'cause she tends to do it herself whenever the length annoys her too much. Rarely tied though, she doesn't like the feeling (hence the terrible haircuts)

Eyes: Grey

Skin: Dark brown, with some freckles

Tattoos/scars: A tattoo left by Louisoix's spell between her shoulder blades. Many scars scattered on her body, most faded though and none too remarkable.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Both alive, never named them x)

Siblings: Two unnamed sisters and one brother, which she doesn't know is a brother because she left before he hit puberty. He's called Solrunn and is played by @inah-ffxiv (who also plays her wife)

Grandparents: I didn't flesh out the family tree so far so.... no idea

In-laws and Other: She's married to Yersinia Bordetella, which isn't her real name if you wonder after reading Inge's family name above x) Yersi doesn't get along with her family, who's quite rich and posh, and they never approved of her choice of partner. Not that any of them care. Also in a relationship with Y'shtola.

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: The notable ones would be magic enhancing/debuffing (and healing but if you don't get hit, it's even better), war surgery, alchemy (mostly potions), botany and bow hunting. She can hear the Elementals too

Hobbies: Reading smut and romance. That's about it, she loves her job as an adventurer and doesn't take much time off.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Steadfast and kind

Most Negative Trait: emotionally constipated and prone to reproach people their recklessness before doing the exact same fucking thing five minutes later (But it's different because she knows what she's doing™)

L I K E S

Colors: she loves bright colors in general but mostly wears neutral/earthly colors herself (as to not make a target of herself). Doesn't have a clear favorite

Smells: damp soil, forests, quite a lot alchemical agents, tea, campfires

Textures: Leather, smooth polished wood, soft wool

Drinks: Tea, tea and more tea

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Recreationally. Did you know the Twelve will approve of your union even if you're too high to remember the entire day? Should you get lucky enough to meet them, they'll even mention it /shudders

Drinks: Tea and water. Occasionally maybe some fruit juice. Never any alcohol, it makes her sick

Drugs: Nothing other than what I mentioned above

Mount Issuance: Inge's actually in the Twin Adder and got her chocobo through them. The bird doesn't have an actual name, she whistles to call it/give it orders and mostly uses it as a beast of burden rather than a mount. Her yol is in the care of the Mols. She didn't want to take it away from its natural environment, but she visits sometimes.

Been Arrested: Never. To say that she's always a law-abiding citizen might be pushing it though...

Tagged by: @lilbittymonster (ty!) Tagging @inah-ffxiv @adrayellinaeth @archaiclumina @hakai-zonapher @feathersage @wpip-raham @the-crimson-rose @sharlayanscion @ooc-miqojak (so you can pick which character you want to do it with) @punchelf @chadhunkler @clockworkdimensions @gatheredfates @corsair-kovacs @heavensw4rd

I went through my followers list and I have more characters so feel free to ignore if you're not interested and I'll tag more people when I do it with the rest of the cast!

#OC: Inge #thank you again o/

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torchwoodfanfests · 3 years

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Femslash Fest Masterpost

The masterpost is here - browse 64 works celebrating femslash from 22 talented creators, or visit the fest’s AO3 collection. Thank you to everyone who participated, we hope you enjoyed the event!

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FANART

@suzietosh

Tosh/Suzie

Suzie & Mary

@itneveroccurredtomeatall

Donna/Yvonne [Minor Character/Rarepair]

@samryderthelionqueen

Two Friends by the Sea

Torchwood at Pride!

@greendreamer

Martha Jones/Lois Habiba

FANFICTION & POETRY

@ultraviolet-eucatastrophe

Bringing it all home [AU/Canon Divergence]

It always comes back [minor Character/Rarepair]

Sunlight [AU/Canon Divergence]

Sutures [Black and Blue, Fix-it]

Exit Protocol

Did you miss me? [Minor Character/Rarepair]

@violetmessages

to the waters and the wild [AU/Canon Divergence]

Call My Bluff

@mathemagician7

Girly Night In [Sexual Identity]

@itneveroccurredtomeatall

She Looks Like An Angel, Talks Like It’s War [Minor Character/Rarepair, AU/Canon Divergence]

Through The Darkness [Minor Character/Rarepair, Courage/Fear]

@princess-of-the-worlds

va-gay-tion [Minor Character/Rarepair, AU/Canon Divergence, First Kiss, Fluff]

from her own ashes became fire [Minor Character/Rarepair, AU/Canon Divergence]

@torchwoodbutmostlyowen

H loves Her

fitzroysquare on AO3

darling, are you ready for more?

@horselover107

Love into the Light

@thirteeninafez

you’ll fit so nicely, you’ll keep me intact [Minor Character/Rarepair, Found Family/Friendship, AU/Canon Divergence, Fix-it, Fluff, Courage/Fear]

@someawkwardprose

the woods are lovely, dark and deep

@toshsato

i don’t know what to think

@dinodina

The Easiest Thing in the World

Safe

@samryderthelionqueen

Coming Out

Forever Torchwood

Sisi Ni Sawa

Hope

Honesty

@bi-toshiko-sato

We thought we’d never see the sun fade

@ver-writes-things

In a Polaroid Picture

GIFS, MOODBOARDS & EDITS

@iianto-jones

Tish/Lois Moodboard [Minor Character/Rarepair]

@shejustcalledmeafish

Gwen/Beth Moodboard

@bi-toshiko-sato

Rose/Tosh Moodboard

Tish/Lois Moodboard

Suzie/Rose Moodboard

@itneveroccurredtomeatall

Donna/Yvonne Edit [Minor Character/Rarepair, AU/Canon Divergence]

Donna/Yvonne Edit

Yvonne/Suzie

@toshsato

Gwen/Tosh Gifset

Mary/Tosh Gifset

Mary Gifset

Gwen Gifset

@this-is-quite-homoerotic

Gwen/Yvonne Moodboard [Minor Character/Rarepair]

Melody/Suzie Moodboard [Minor Character/Rarepair]

Gwen/Suzie Creatures AU Moodboard [AU/Canon Divergence]

@toshsatos

Tosh/Mary Gifset

@agent-jones

Gwen/Suzie Edit

@samryderthelionqueen

Torchwood Pride Moodboards

Women of Torchwood Moodboard

Non-Human Torchwood Ladies Moodboard

OC Moodboard

OC Pride Moodboards

Pride Wallpapers

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dabi-drift · 3 years

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Could we have a shy s/o who asks geten out on a date + relationship headcanons please, sorry if this is too much you can pick one or the other if you want✨ btw I love your work, always looking forward to your posts!

Ahh, this was such a cute concept to me! It’s a little longer than usual, and I spent virtually all day on it, so I hope it’s good! And thank youuuu!! That’s awesome, and so appreciated! ^^

Geten’s Shy S/O Asking Him Out:

❈ Your timidity was all-consuming, and really impacted on your social relations. When in a conversation, you'd find yourself unable to look the person in the eyes. Your gaze would drift to the ground, like you didn’t feel worthy enough to even give the illusion of being on their level. A raised head would've sent out the wrong signals. You didn’t want anyone thinking you over-confident, or a narcissist.

❈ Instead, you were seen as a quiet, obedient MLA member, who preferred lone training, but worried incessantly about fighting. After all, that meant interacting with people - something you absolutely did not support.

❈ As such, you'd only spoken with Geten two or three times, in passing. Yet, he was always on your mind. You wanted to extinguish your feelings so, so badly! He was a million times better than you - way out of your league! It was a wonder why you'd ever fallen in the first place. What was the point, when all you'd get was heartbreak?

❈ You were convinced that's all you'd ever get.

❈ But your heart just couldn’t let go.

❈ 3/4 of your word count were probably apologies, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he found you strange.

❈ Surely he wouldn’t want such a shy, soft-spoken partner?

❈ …But you just couldn’t let him go. If you never even tried to court him, he'd find someone else, and it'd destroy you! He was always on your mind, even when he shouldn’t be - you fawned over him, like a desperate fan. He was so strong, so pretty…a violent little cutie. From your rose-tinted perspective, he had no faults.

❈ That fiery attitude might disenchant the average admirer, but at this point, you were a veteran, in way too deep. What you felt…it was infinitely stronger than a crush. It never wavered…never faded.

❈ You had journals full of phrases like "I wish, with the might of all the stars, that you would look at me the way I look at you.", and short pieces proclaiming your love for him. And to really cement this point, you had his name written in hearts. Many hearts. Spanning like,, an entire journal.

❈ You almost worshipped him, as though he were a god, or an entire religion.

❈ …It wasn’t easy, being in love. You were resolved to tell him, but you couldn’t do that in a public area. You'd have to drag him somewhere more private. The thought made you flush. What if he grew suspicious? Or assumed you wanted to hurt him?? Nothing could've been further from the truth. But since you had trouble speaking, and your face would definitely be on fire…he'd be cautious, maybe even angry?

❈ Oh god, you did not want him to be angry! If that happened, you'd chicken out immediately. He'd have you running for the hills, getting the hell out of Deika City and never, ever showing your face there again. And in the worst case, the embarrassment and fear might force you out of Japan. You'd have to change your name, get a new social security number, find a new job and apartment…

❈ Why was it so difficult to confess?? You wanted to be so naturally eloquent with your words, so confident and clever, that he'd be compelled to swoon. You commanded greater mastery over the written word, but you needed to tell him in person. You needed him to hear, to feel the emotion behind them. You had to be taken seriously. You had to try.

❈ So try you did. You managed to catch him as he walked toward one of Deika's many training grounds. You were alone, save for the birds that chirped overhead. The frosty weather bit at your cheeks, but you couldn’t be deterred. Not anymore. It was now or never.

❈ You had the stage, and his full attention. It was so nerve-wracking!

❈ "Geten…! Um, I-I've really admired - uh, liked!...Loved! Yeah…um, I've…for a while now, a-and…I wanted to tell you…! So, uh…if it i-isn't too much trouble, um…p-please go out with me!"

❈ You stood with a lowered head, uncomfortably basking in the silence that followed. You couldn’t meet his eyes, for fear of seeing an emotion you knew you wouldn’t be able to bear.

❈ "…Go out? Where would we go?"

❈ You looked up, mouth hanging open in shock. A light blush sat atop his cheeks…so he'd understood your feelings, at least.

❈ "U-Uh…it means…um…" Your voice got progressively quieter, as you realised that you had to teach him what a relationship actually was.

❈ "Speak up. You're hard to hear." He huffed, though he didn’t seem angry.

❈ Okay, so I don't have to move countries.

❈ "It's, um…d-d-dating…? It's m-more than friends, like uh…r-romantic…holding hands and k-k-kissing and stuff…!"

❈ He blushed harder, and despite his efforts to hide it under the fur of his Parka, you saw it. There was another round of silence, like he was considering the pros and cons of 'dating' you.

❈ Finally, he reached a decision.

❈ "I guess…I'll 'go out' with you."

& Relationship Headcanons:

❈ This boy doesn't know a ton about love, so you're gonna have to teach him what it means to: 1) have a partner, and 2) show affection toward said partner. He's never been in a position quite like this before, so he's definitely a slow-starter.

❈ Make no mistake, though - he does love you. And due to both his ideology and strength, he's fiercely loyal and protective. If you have a 'weak' Meta Ability, he'll be a little disappointed (for the future generation, y'know?), but it just means he has to shield you from any and all dangers. It's a responsibility he cherishes. He's never really had to look out for anyone but himself, so it's a nice change of pace.

❈ Initially, he isn't sure about the whole 'dating' and 'lovers' thing. You're still incredibly shy, and whenever he tries to hold your hand, you go bright red and shuffle your feet awkwardly. He'll take that the wrong way.

❈ It takes many, many weeks for you to gather up the courage to ask for a kiss. Geten obliges almost instantly, but hesitates when he sees you shaking.

❈ It's more from excitement than embarrassment, but he doesn't know that.

❈ Of course you're excited! You're finally, finally gonna kiss the boy you love. But you're also nervous. It's your first kiss, after all. You want it to be perfect, but you're scared you're gonna mess up. And if you do, you're worried he'll hate you. If you mess up, you ruin the experience for two people.

❈ So you make 10000% sure he's okay with it, and you make him swear on his life that he won't be mad at you.

❈ He's of the opinion that you can always try again, but in your mind, it's a life or death scenario.

❈ If you take too long, over-think (no doubt you will) or start to falter, he'll just crash your lips together, albeit sloppily. He doesn't care about gentle or rough, messy or clean…as long as you're connected. He'll place one hand on your waist, and pin you to the wall. For someone so inexperienced, his movements gradually get more professional.

❈ In reality, he's researching this for you

❈ You'll snuggle up to Geten during the summer months, because despite his inability to create ice, his body temperature is still quite low.

❈ You get to see him without the Parka. No-one gets to see him without the Parka. Consider yourself a lucky, lucky bastard.

❈ Your shyness won't disappear, but around Geten, you definitely become more composed. After a few months, or even a year, that is. In the beginning, you're nothing but a nervous, stuttering wreck, who can't stand beside him for more than ten seconds without melting.

❈ Oh, you might want those plane tickets after all, because he's gonna find your journals eventually (when he's absolutely head-over-heals in love with you). Don't worry though, he'll think they're cute, and a testament to how amazing you are as a partner.

❈ Honestly, your heart holds so much value to him. He'll never, ever let you give it to someone else. He's whipped - completely, totally…and he isn't afraid to admit it!

❈ Once the PLF is formed, he'll seek you out to join the Violet Regiment (but be in the same room as Dabi, and blood will be shed).

❈ Everyone headcanons him as Geten's biggest romantic rival, and I'm not here to argue with that

❈ He's bad with words, so he'll rely on actions! Just don't expect any PDA (unless he's jealous)!! <3

#bnha #geten #geten x reader #bnha geten #meta liberation army #dabi #is this good enough??#god i'm so insecure #i wanna scream lmao #my hero academia

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animepreferences · 4 years

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P R E F E R E N C E # 5 - T H A T T I M E O F T H E M O N T H

A K U T U G A W A

It was very rare that your usual calm and cool composure was compromised, but every once in awhile life got to you and made you lose your bearings. This usually happened when you were under an immense amount of stress or you were on your period. In this particular moment, it was currently your period. “Y’know what? No, I’m over this. There is nothing to eat in this god forsaken house and I KNOW I just went grocery shopping.” Slamming the cabinet doors close, you would let out an exasperated exhale as you threw yourself down at your shabby kitchen table. Little did you know that Akutagawa had currently just arrived home with takeout and groceries. He wasn’t dumb, afterall. He knew what time of month it was by the way you had bit his head off earlier in the day about something rather trivial. That and he had noticed that you had stripped the sheets on the bed first thing in the morning. “Rough day?” He would chuckle, walking right past you as he placed the groceries on the counter. “You have no idea. I’m so slumped. And annoyed.” You would grumble, ignoring how your boyfriend continued to chuckle. Why was he laughing at you? “I’m sure you are. That’s why I picked up a couple of things at the store for you. You can take a peek if you want,” Aku would say nonchalantly as he tossed a bag onto the table, never once turning around to watch you. Letting out a small ‘hmph’, curiosity would win you over in the end and you would end up just having to look in the bag. It was then you would gasp. A bouquet of flowers, a substantial amount of chocolate, and some painkillers would sit before you. You hadn’t even told him and yet he somehow knew. He always knew, really. That was one of the things you loved most about him: he picked up on the little things that meant a lot to you. “Aku...” You would start, standing from your seat to approach him in the kitchen. “How-I mean-thank you-I,” You would stutter over your words, struggling to find the right ones to say. “I hope you feel better soon. Maybe later I can draw you a bath?” Aku would murmur, halting his actions to pull you into his arms and press a kiss to the crown of your head. “Perhaps, you could just cuddle me instead.” You would suggest, melting into his touch as he pulled you in even closer and tighter, mostly so you wouldn’t have to see the blush that was creeping ever so slightly to his cheeks. “Whatever you want my precious Y/N.”

C H U U Y A

“Stop it.” You would growl, crossing your arms across your chest as you stared straight forward, avoiding eye contact at all costs. “Pardon?” Chuuya would ask rather innocently, cocking his head to the side as he stared at you with complete and total bewilderment. “Stop.” You would say again, finally snapping your head up to stare at him, eyes cold. “You-Just-Could-You-Please—Ugh-Just—“ You would stumble over your words as you stared at him miserably. He clearly had got caught in a rainstorm on his way home from work and due to this he was drenched from head to toe, water dripping in a messy puddle around him. It wasn’t the mess you were worried about, however. He could drip mud and water throughout the entire house for all you cared. It was the way he looked. His wet hair framing his face perfectly, his clothes clinging to his open chest in the most seductive way. Your damn period always made your...er...hormones a little wacky meaning you got a little bit too turned on by Chuuya when you were menstruating. Not that you weren’t typically turned on by your boyfriend, but when you were on your period your emotions were heightened tremendously. “Y/N, are you?” Chuuya would giggle darkly knowing exactly what your black eyes and nervous stutters meant. “You have no idea.” You would groan, throwing your head back as you closed your eyes. “Mmm, just say the word and I’m all yours, baby.” Peeling the wet shirt from his body, you would nearly choke out a sob throwing your head in your hands, the image before you too beautiful. “Y/N?” Chuuya would say, urgency coloring his tone as he tried to pry your hands from your face, but to no avail. “I’m on my period. I can’t.” You would finally sigh, peeking at him through your fingers, cheeks flushed. “Oh, yeah! I forgot you get super horny when you’re on your period,” Chuuya laughed more to himself than anything as he walked over to you, draping the blanket that hung over the back of the couch over your shoulders, ruffling your fringe playfully. You could hear his steps fading into the background and finally felt it was safe to raise your head knowing that he was no longer around. When he returned, he held a heating pad in his hand, with a steaming mug of hot tea in the other, clothes completely dry and comfy. “For you.” He would say, handing you both things as he sat next to you on the couch, careful to sit far away. “You’re more than welcome to come cuddle with me, but I don’t want to make you even more miserable. I know you can’t resist me during these times,” wiggling his eyebrows, he would shriek when a pillow would be sent flying to his face. “Arrogant prick.”

D A Z A I

“Is it too late to take you up on that double suicide?” You would moan, arms clutching your abdomen as you spoke to your loving boyfriend. You two were currently in bed with no intentions on leaving. Why? It was simple. It was that special time of the month for you which meant cramps. Not to downplay anyone else’s cramps, but your cramps were particularly bad. No, not bad, awful. No, not awful, atrocious. Absolutely, positively atrocious. “C’mere.” Ignoring your request Dazai would pull you against his chest, resulting in you to hum contently as his warm arms would encompass you in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry you’re feeling poorly.” he would whisper in your ear, hands sliding down your body till they got to your lower abdomen. “Is this where they are hurting you, my love?” He would inquire softly, pressing a short kiss to the space behind your ear sending shivers down your spine in the process. Nodding weakly in response, Dazai would take this as consent to begin to massage the skin softly. At first you would wince, but then it would begin to bring you relief, his skilled fingers working through the low aches that brewed inside you like a tsunami. “That feels nice,” you would sigh, relief trickling over you at last as your head lolled against his chest. “That’s it, Y/N. Close your eyes and let me take care of you.” Dazai would coo, loving how your body relaxed against his touch, knowing that he was bringing you a relief to this pain that you had never quite found before. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, your body growing warm. A deep slumber was emerging from the shadows but the moment felt too perfect, too relaxing for you to fall asleep even though if it was what you needed most right now. “Quit fighting it, you need to sleep.” Dazai would say knowingly as if he could read your mind. “I’ll be here when you wake again, I promise my sweet rose.” With those words, you would snuggle even deeper into his chest honing in on the magic his fingers were working allowing you to get some rest for the first time in days. You had asked yourself a million times the question that surfaced in your head before falling asleep: how had you grown so lucky to have him in your life? What had you deserved to have the heart of Osamu Dazai? You may never know but you didn’t care. You were just happy to have him.

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rokangs · 3 years

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; r o n a n k a n g ☕ 🍂 .

( jeon wonwoo, cis man ) have you seen RONAN KANG ? i heard HE is a GRAD STUDENT IN ARCHITECTURE at SUN VALLEY SCHOOL OF FINE ARTS. he’s 24 years old, and he’s been living in san verto for 8 YEARS. he tends to be EARNEST & CAPABLE, but rumor has it, he can also be BLUNT & IRRITABLE. [ riya, 23, pst, she/her ] @foolsstarters

tw // references distant parenting & past violence.

; b i o s u m m a r y .

ronan kang is born on a snowy december morning to an affluent family in lower manhattan, ny. he discovers very early on that he only receives attention whenever he acts out or misbehaves. and this realization subsequently commences a Reign of Terror that stretches the length of his childhood years. until one day..

it ultimately backfires. instead of his parents giving him the love & attention that he wants, they send him off to live with his grandmother in san verto, ca.

( 10-year-old ronan is not a fan. )

his middle school years are a nightmare. san verto is momentarily tormented by a feral tween who tries to fight its entire population of college students, but.........

ronan has never been destructive for the sake of being destructive. at his core is just a kid who feels abandoned & uprooted by the strangers he was supposed to call family.

so, with a little understanding, a lot of love, a very patient guidance counselor, & some good ol’ fashioned grandmother magic, in a few years, he starts to mend.

nothing happens overnight. young ronan has a hard time reigning in his temper, & it’s clear he has trouble not thinking with his fists. -- eventually, however, he’s able to convert most of his excess energy into something more productive ( & some of it is even translated into art ).

does he still look intimidating as hell? yes. does he occasionally scare off tourists by demanding that they ask him for help? .... yes. does he have a vaguely threatening aura that causes unsuspecting residents to feel like they have to cross the street when they’re walking on the same side of the sidewalk? ........ ( hell yes. )

-- but when you’re down, there’s nowhere to go but up !!

after graduation, ronan returns to the east coast to attend university at his father’s request. despite having had, at best, a tumultuous childhood in ny, he’s always viewed his hometown with a fond, rose-colored sort of nostalgia.

this feeling of nostalgia quickly fades, however, due in large part to how distant his family is, despite their proximity. -- now missing the warmth of his small town & the people within it, ronan struggles to acclimate to how small it makes him feel. the bright-eyed intensity that he used to be known for dulls into a blunt sort of apathy,

.. so. after four years of academics, a bachelor’s degree in architectural design, & a brief period gaining entry-level experience, ronan ultimately makes the decision to submit his portfolio to the architectural grad program at sun valley.

; p e r s o n a l i t y a t p r e s e n t .

having been away from san verto for around six years, ronan struggles to reconcile who he currently is with who people remember him as. he typically tries to avoid conversations that bring up who he was in the past; which is to say, ( with a few notable exceptions, ) he tries to avoid people who used to know him altogether.

his post-high school years have really worked to mellow him out; he no longer looks unapproachable or threatening ( at least, upon first glance ) and is committed to quietly cultivating a respectable reputation among his university peers and the other residents in town. new acquaintances might come to know him as diligent or sincere, .. but also distant & detached.

underneath all the perceived changes, however, one thing, at least, remains the same: ronan’s temper. despite having matured considerably, ronan is still always on the brink of irritation; he’s just less explosive now & better at hiding it.

occasionally, his aloof facade will slip, and one will be able to catch a hint of snark or ( god forbid ) a small twitch of the eyebrow, but he’s.. working on it........; he always carries a thermos of hot tea to drink & a small notebook to stress scribble in, just in case.

; p o t e n t i a l c o n n e c t i o n s .

someone who’d been a good influence on ronan when he first started living in san verto. this is the person he considers his first & closest friend and most likely the only one he kept in touch with while he was in ny. ( def doesn’t have to be lawful good !! just someone who can keep him away from.. Crimes. )

someone who annoyed ronan in the past ( whether intentionally or not ). since his return, ronan has dreaded seeing this person, .. but the familiarity he feels after running into them again is slightly comforting -- if not endearing -- and this just serves to annoy him even more ??

someone who helped ronan’s grandmother one (1) time & made a positive impression on her. now, every time she hears that this person needs help with anything, she immediately volunteers her grandson to do it, and he never has the heart to say no.

any students who are unfortunate enough to be taking a class that ronan TA’s..

housemate(s), classmates, fellow art nerds, fwb’s !!

#" ━━ ◤ ooc. ◢#foolsintro #pls.. love this dumbass..............

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helpinghanikan · 4 years

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Steve Rogers A-Z

Steve rogers NSFW A-Z head cannons

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Just like anyone it takes a second for the world to come back to him. As you are different levels of stamina he’s usually the first to start moving. The first to get some water, setting a glass next to your head and the first ask how you were doing. Chuckling at whatever you say or sound you make.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On You; your thighs. Something he can use as a pillow when sitting or to gently squeeze without thinking. They’re the first thing he thinks to grab when the hugging becomes something more. No matter how many times he reaches past your backside, he’d never get tired of your sounds at being lifted.

On himself; Has to be his hair. Whether it be his beard or the short blonde on his head, there are few things greater than having your fingers through it. Whether from tugging or pulling to just a causal run through after a shower. Feeling your nails on his scalp was the closest to a primal romantic gesture that could be done in public.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Being from a time where Birth control was in another playing field, he’s more careful then others might be. Cumming outside of you, even with condoms or anal. The only exception being oral, where it was all fair game.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s those little bruises that decorate you randomly. Not exactly the hickeys (although they are in the category) but the faded marks on your arms and legs. He’s never directly pointed them out to you but watches them as you move. Even when covered with clothes he’s knows they are there. His own little secret he’d only share with you.

He’d never purposely mark you like that. But sometimes, more often than not, his strength gets away from him in the moment. Leaving almost hand prints on your hips, bite marks you’re your shoulders and breasts. Enjoying these marks was teetering into an area he had yet to explore. It was best to look into the abyss, but he wasn’t ready to jump in.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Definitely not the virgin the team mocks but isn’t the horn-dog the fans like to think. With a cautious hand you take the lead at first, smiling down at him until he gets that look. That I got this, look.

“How does it feel?” Has never been asked so much. No matter how many times, or ways he always asks some variation of the question. “Is this okay?” He asks, either waiting for a reply in your voice or the moan that comes with the movement.

F = Favorite Position

Unless verbally stated you will always end up on your back. The build and build up putting his hands behind your knees. Pushing them up against your chest, blue eyes looking down as his strength holds you steady.

It’s a stretch on your body at first. Groans and moans coming more from the bending then from anything else. Settling you into a place where every bit of your feels pulled and knocked like an arrow. Feeling yourself being pulled and pulled until there’s a release.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

There’s humor only at the beginning, when he’s asking if it’s alright and you laugh at his manners. After it’s pretty straight forward, no laughing jokes and no real talking. He’s more of a silent force then one you joke around with.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps it tidy. Leaving enough hair but sticking to the grooming habits the war has taught him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It’s a tender intimacy that controls the entire session. There’s no candles or roses (except for special occasion) but you can feel it, see it, in his actions. Kisses and touches start soft between compliments to butter you up. His forehead pressing against yours after that first, long, kiss.

After that it’s in his look. How he holds your gave and only shuts them away when he reaches his own brink.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It’s more of a boredom thing then an actual need. When on long missions alone, or just when you’re busy and there’s nothing on TV, what’s the harm in rubbing one out?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

His voice is something that’s been with him for his entire life. Even as a little guy he had a voice that made people listen. At least, until they realized who was speaking. With his upgraded body it took it to another level.

The command kink was something that developed quickly. Starting when you asked, “What do you want me to do?”. A slightly tilted head, almost looking down at you, he now tells you to get on your knees.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Steve hasn’t had a home since that Brooklyn apartment way back when. He’s lived places, many places but the closest to having his own space was with you. Whether it be a shared apartment, hotel room or anywhere that has a lock and you in it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Either in the morning or at the end of the day. Where there’s no waiting messages, no emails or calls looking for attention. There’s nothing other than the two of you and a hard surface.

But, those moments are fragile. A ringing phone or the smallest charm can ruin the entire mood. Ensuring that, whoever was on the other end, was going to get the annoyed voice of either a captain or his woman.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public. The farthest he would go with an audience was having you on his lap. And even then it was just for comfort, easier to keep a hand on those thighs, then for anything sexual. That you feel anything when sliding back into his lap is nothing more than accident.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’d put a hand to your cheek when you’d start to slide down. Asking if you’d rather go first. Depending on your reaction he would take your place.

Old habits die hard, it would seem. Preferring to go down on you instead of receiving. It’s arguably where his real experience shines. With the use of his fingers all you hand do is grab the sheets or cover your mouth. These reactions making a smile come to his lips.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It takes control on his part to keep from hurting you. More than once he’s gotten too into it. Leaving actual hand prints on your hips, each of the fast thrusts was like your insides were being punched. The first time you’ve ever had to use the safe word.

Since then he always starts slow. Only speeding up when it feels right and even then it’s done with control. It’s only when your safety isn’t at risk that he lets himself go loose.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sex, to Steve, was more of a reward then a simple physical reaction. That being said, when the opportunity shows itself, he has nothing against knocking one out. Easier to just go down on each other then penetration.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

After realizing his strength could be just as harmful as useful in a sexual situation he treads lightly. If anyone were to be tied up it would be him, if anyone was held down it’d be you (albeit gently) and the moment is likely to be ruined by needing a conversation before going any farther.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Pressing over your worn-out body he’d kiss the side of your face, then your neck. Non-verbally asking for ‘just one more round’. Groaning but nodding your head he takes your hips. Pulling them back and up into position.

As a man with never ending stamina it shouldn’t be surprising that he can last longer than most. In the same vein he can go more rounds then those same other people. The real question is, can you keep up?

I can tell you for free that the answer is no.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Any toys would be things bought of curiosity or something you have brought in. More than once you’d find him googling things. His eyebrows knit together in the same manner they were when planning.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Steve was never one for teasing in bed. The moment a “please,” comes from your lips he’s put under your spell. Determined to do everything that would satisfy your brief begging.

On the other hand everything about Steve begged to be taught patience. There are few greater privileges then seeing Captain America in a state of babbling. Eyes rolling back and begs for you to keep going.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Growing up in apartments and spending time in tents teaches one be quiet. Most noises come from deep within his throat; whether clenching his teeth or from biting down on you.

You’d have to coax the sounds out of him. Going back into the teasing that can only be relieved by his sounds coming out more than they could. The sound of your name being chanted and praised like a prayer is something the world should hear. But it was only for you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

It’s a secret that he take to his grave, but Steve will do everything to avoid any accidental pregnancies The serum altered him, cured his diseases and made more than a healthy human could ever be. But he never asked whether it would change his genetics.

It’d be too much of a gamble to pass any of his cured ailments onto the next generation. As much as he would love to see a little him, a little you, he couldn’t do that. He’s not that selfish.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Make as many jokes about steroids as you want but this didn’t affect that area. At eight inches it’s not the focus of these sexual encounters.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s not something he’d focus on throughout the day. Instead focusing on seeing you again rather what would be done when he sees you.

It’s almost as if he remembers the possibilities after seeing you. Dropping little hints when your alone that he’s ready to go, only if you were, though. That his hand has been sliding up and up your thigh since getting home just happens to be a coincidence.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’ll be out of it long before he does. A few times you’ve managed your eyes open as he settled down beside you. His chest would slow, and his breathing would deepen, but he’d still be awake enough to rub his fingers over your skin.

Watching his face and a small smile would appear, only pretending to sleep but wanting to give you the validation.

#reader insert #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #Captain america #A-Z headcannons #steve rogers imagine #Captain American imagine

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raichoose-gone · 2 years

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i remember how they took you down as the winter turned the meadow brown.

indie multifandom multimuse featuring a silent hill oc. lyrics by fleet foxes. promo made in canva. mun is 25+. @raichoose

#silent hill rp #horror rp #i've come to talk with you again. ( O O C )#roses never fade. ( P R O M O )#your long lost pal. ( M U N )#never be lonely. ( S E L F P R O M O )#and you will go to mykonos. ( L U C Y )#and welcome home ; embrace your hell. ( S H )

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josiebelladonna · 3 years

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it got lost in the notifications but i was tagged to do a thing

A - age: 27-soon-to-be-28

B - birthplace: ventura, california

C - current time: 5:06 p.m.

D - drink you last had: Coffee

E - easiest person to talk to: alex and joey (to the point it actually weirds me out)

F - favorite song: take a deep breath with me... echoes by pink floyd, fade into you by mazzy star, planet caravan by black sabbath, change (in the house of flies) by deftones, seasons by chris cornell, long gone day by mad season, damage inc (of wolf and man, too) by metallica, a skeleton in the closet by anthrax, electric crown by testament, holy water by soundgarden, what you are by audioslave, the birds by skin yard, a history of bad men by the melvins, grind by alice in chains, blue flame ford by truly, out of focus by love battery, sex and candy by marcy playground, titanium expose by sonic youth, dig lazarus dig by nick cave, beat the devil’s tattoo by black rebel motorcycle club, kitchenware and candybars by stone temple pilots, aqueous transmission by incubus, gave up by nine inch nails, live with me by the twilight singers, danger! high voltage by electric six, misery by green day, le disko by shiny toy guns, hey pretty by poe, fat bottom girls by queen, fight like a brave by the chili peppers, retrovertigo by mr. bungle, idlewild blue by outkast, volare by dean martin (yes), a little less conversation by elvis, lilac wine by jeff buckley, ballad of a thin man by bob dylan, you sent me flying by amy winehouse, locomotive breath by jethro tull, working man by rush, i want you by elvis costello, you could be mine by guns n’ roses, aurora by foo fighters, aneurysm by nirvana, jennifer’s body by hole, soma by smashing pumpkins, the battle of evermore by led zeppelin, norwegian wood by the beatles... man, i could literally be here all day

G - grossest memory: pre-pandemic: oh my god, one time when i was in school, and i was taking the bus, there was this older homeless guy who always came on who always - not even kidding, always - smelled like someone pissed in an ashtray. i remember having to stand near the front of the bus because it was just abhorrent, but i felt so sorry for him, though. as for during the pandemic: really, any time i see someone not wearing a mask. i have a visceral reaction every time.

H - horror yes or no: yes, but to an extent. i’m more towards the fusion horror, like horror-comedy, and also the more goth side of it

I - in love: ...i’ll never tell

J - jealous of people: only when i feel like they deserve my jealousy

K - first kiss: ...would you believe i’ve never been kissed. in my late 20s and it never happened to me.

L - love at first sight, or should i walk by again: i’ve found it depends on the person. when i first saw joey, i felt like my heart was going to jump right out of my chest, whereas it took me a few months to warm up to alex.

M - middle name: christine

N - number of siblings: 1

O - one wish: i really, really want to be back in the northwest. heck, i’ll take nor-cal, i love oregon and washington, and i’m sick of the southland, you know? i wanna live in a place that rains regularly and also has clear-cut seasons. and to be honest, i actually wouldn’t mind the east coast, either.

P - perfect date: coffee and then a show, baby

Q - question you’re always asked: what are you doing? (constantly); could you do this for me? (apparently people look at me and think i’m a servant of some sort idk)

R - reading anything right now: i’m currently rereading the bell jar from sylvia plath and also the monkeywrench gang, and i want to get back into reading poetry at some point. i also really want to get my hands on scott and alex’s memoirs, and rust in peace, too.

S - song you last sang: like suicide by soundgarden. unbelievably profound.

T - time you woke up: 6:45 am (i’m usually up early anyways, but this time change has me all out of whack; it’s funny because it usually happens to me the other way, when we “fall back”)

U - underwear color: beige

V - vacation destination: well because of this godforsaken pandemic, the last time i really took a vacation was labor day weekend 2019, when i saw alice in chains and korn. stayed in a hotel about ten miles from the mexican border down in chula vista. fue muy erotico~

W - when was the last time you really laughed: yesterday. i was going over the next chapter of amped and wired before i go into drawing it out tomorrow and you know when you see or hear something funny after not having any exposure to it for a long time and it makes you laugh your ass off? it’s like that.

X - x-rays: actually, no. even with as much as i’ve played rough before.

Y - your favorite food: my dad’s barbecue, my mom’s cincinnati chili, my grandpa’s pizza, and my grandma’s fried chicken

Z - zodiac sign: aries

i tag anyone who wants to do it 💜💜💜

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caffeinatednini · 4 years

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parisian nightlife and artisanal cuisine // tokyo streets, harajuku and sakura // high-rise buildings and the nyc lifestyle // she who travels around the world through tripadvisor // you are every happy places on earth

i. p a r i s.

nothing matches the parisian ambiance in the petit-montrouge neighborhood, the delicate aroma of wonderland patisserie's baguettes and croissants—crisp and buttery. even just by morning strolls in the suburbs around the 14th arrondissement of paris makes me feel the sensuality and amour from the auras of people you get to bump into. cafes are filled with sweeteners not for red wines but in lovers' kisses and laughters in between chatters while waiting for the fading heavens to become picassoan nightskies sprinkled with stardusts and cosmic magnificance. take me, take me to paris. make me, make me feel the warmth of romance manifested in roses between intertwined hands.

PARIS, TU ME RENDS HEUREUSE.

ii. t o k y o.

the unrivaled spring in tokyo streets where beauty peaks as cherry blossoms shed petals of beaut felt like heaven crying pinks along with a touch of history—the sakura trees and the stone walls of edo castle. cyclists enjoy the serene morning dew along shibuya crossing amidst the fresh scent of then florescence. at night, fuel your heart with the neon lit streets of shinjuku full of elite clubs and izakayas—the alter ego of the carefree daytime tokyo. witness the glam life and different take of japan in fashion—harajuku finesse. bring me, bring me to tokyo. let me, let me be one with the swaying trees of tender blush and culture immemorable.

東京, あなたは私を幸せにしてくれます。

iii. n e w y o r k.

ah, quirky new york, the city that never sleeps is full of surprises. your eyes will be blessed with marvels of architecture and sleek skyscrapers everywhere you look at. the busy avenues filled with tussling daytime workers in corpos and messenger bags. pedestrians buzz every now and then they're signaled with green—they'd walk amidst the dying rain in cobblestones. in the corner of the street, children get giddy for wiener stands by the pavement and girl scout cookies. lively nyc, you never fail to make blood rush in my veins—adrenaline seeping in my heart. send me, send me to new york. drive me, drive me to a life of productivity and excitement, a life worth living.

NEW YORK, YOU MAKE ME HAPPY.

iv. a l l m y h a p p y p l a c e s.

it's crazy how i can make happy places out of cities i've never been into but baby, you are every happy places on earth and i haven't even met you yet. what can i call that?

perhaps, insanity?

i'm going insane every minute you make me feel

b l i s s .

至福。

f é l i c i t é .

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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Hoseok NSFW A- Z

AKA ALL THE REASONS DADDY JUNG CAN GET IT

MMMMkkayy, so I've been having writer's block and this is something I've been requested A LOT so here it is. Obviously this is my opinion not only do we not actually know what the boys are like behind closed doors, but it’s just a fact EVERYONE famous or not it a little different while in any type of sexual relationship/ situation..

A = Aftercare : I feel like Hoseok is one of the members that doesn't need to have an emotional connection in order to have sex. So with him being the sweetheart that he is, no matter who you are I feel like he’d wipe you down with whatever soft item was close to him. Or go grab a warm towel or something, but as far as any intense cuddle sessions..or IDK showering together. Sharing those type of intimate moments..unless he already knows you..or it’s a FWB situation I don’t see him being into that honestly. I’m also not saying he'd throw you out right after I just couldn't imagine him wanting anything super..”emotional” afterwards if that makes sense.

B = Body part - Ass, he strikes me as an ass man, loves having something to grab while he has you bent over, fucking you from behind. When it comes to his fav body part..maybe this thighs..from how strong they are..how easy it would be for him to get you off while you ride them, or maybe how pretty his hands are. The way you’d suck his fingers into your mouth to get him riled up, or just to muffle yourself from crying out his name while he fucks you backstage. Maybe it’s because he knows how much you loved having them wrapped around your throat, orrrr how good his fingers felt as they danced along your clit until you came all over them...

C = Cum- Oh god I feel like he comes like a racehorse,he’d be down to come anywhere, in you (with a condom of course if it’s a one night stand kinda thing) CUM SHOT CENTREAL lol he’d love to watch you swallow it. “Stick your tongue out for me baby...lemme see..” I also feel like he’d be into cum play weather that be yours or his. He doesn't strike me as one of those guys that’s turned off at the idea of tasting himself. He'd enjoy sitting between your thighs watching his cum just ooze out of you, swirling it around his fingers before pushing it back between your pushing heat. “I want you to walk around all day with Daddy’s cum dripping out of your pretty little pussy can you do that for me baby? Can you be a good girl for me?” He'd fucking love tasting you, moaning out as he lapped his tongue around his fingers, sucking them into his mouth slowly as if you were the best thing he’d tasted all day. I also feel like he’s very vocal when he comes, a lot of grunts and throaty moans, while he bites down any and every inch of skin he can reach. He likes for you to watch him come and vise versa….your not hiding your face in the damn pillow he wants to see your orgasim washing over your body. Even if hes hitting it from the back you best believe he's gipping your neck to make you turn and face him as you come. “Fuck you look so good like this baby..soo good..”

D = Dirty Secret - I don’t feel like he has any, he’s be pretty open honestly.

E = Experience- Oh I feel like this man could fuck you into next week, to be honest I feel like he’s the best in the the group and I’m not just saying that because he’s my bias. It just something about the way he carries himself...as if he knows he could fuck you up in any and every way you’d want him too. Prime example….the way he’s the only one who body rolls with his hips as opposed to his chest during the mic drop dance break. IE..it’s all in a hips baby….Stroke game on a hunnitt

F = Favourite Position- Doggy style, or on your back with your legs on either side of his shoulders..any position where he can get deep, where talking feel it in your guts...almost confused if he’s in your rib cage deep.The kinda thrust where he's damn near cutting off your airflow every time he rolls his hips against you. BUTTT I also feel like he’d be down to switch it up to, he’d probably love for you to ride him but I don't feel like he’d sub well so he’d just be a power bottom, Meeting your thrust every time. Guiding your hips to move at the pace he’d prefer. Having no issue picking up the slack if and when your thighs started to give out.

G = Goofy - Depends on his mood, I feel like he wouldn't 100% lose his sunshine personality but there's a time and place for everything...and while he’s ruining your pussy he’s daddy not Jhope...sooo...take that as you will.

H = Hair- I don't know why, but I feel like he’s not completely bare all the time. It's not a forrest and he's definitely always groomed, I just have a feeling he’d switch it up…..

I = Intimacy - He doesn't strike me as one to be SUPER romantic as far as candles and rose petals and ETC..for him it’s just wherever the two of you are is the “mood” . Dont’e get me wrong he’ll do it from time to time especially if his partners really into it,,,but he doesn't need to “create” an ambiance . I feel like he could turn anything into a vibe..turn any situation into one where your begging him to fuck you. He’s definitely a Dom, a full daddy but he doesn't strike me as a aggressive Dom, or at least not on the regular. I don’t think he’d even ask you to call him daddy you’d just do it naturally because that’s the aura he gives off. The sunshine..bubbly persona fades once he gets intimate though, yes he’s still fun and flirty and it’s not always super intense. But Hoseok behind closed doors is deff a far cry from JHope...maybe a little closer to Jay. Dirty talk , spanking, drawn out forplay….hes more senusal then people may assume. Weather he’s fucking you, or making love to you, he’ll leave an impression strong enough to give you something to get yourself off to every night. Even if you only get to have him for one night, the man knows how to put on a damn good show, no matter where his “stage” is.

J = Jack Off - Oh him and his right hand are besties...he strikes me as someone with a high sex drive so sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do. He would be be shy about it either, he’d do it infront of you. Weather that be on purpose or you just happened to walk in on it….

K = Kink- Dom, gagging (IE he loves watching you gag on his dick), spit play, voyeurism, soft bondage, cum play, ,exhibitiosim, breathe play. Impact play,Praise kink, food play,Anal, choking…..MIRROR SEX MIRRORS ON THE CEILING I could go on I feel like Hoseok is a FREAK

L = Location- The idea of getting caught/ someone watching would be such a turn on for him….but ideally probably his bed/ a hotel so the two of you can do whatever you want and be as loud as you want.

M = Motivation- I feel like he’s the type who loves being teased but likes to act like he doesn't, so you teasing him under the table at dinner. Or whispering how bad you want him to fuck you while you guys are out at a party, sucking on his neck. Innocently playing in his hair, only to take a firm grip at the strainds of hair at the nape of his neck. The sting immediately reminding him of his head being buried between your thighs. Sexting...DIRTY TALK DIRTY TALK DIRTY TALK. Tease this man, sit on his lap...whisper in his ear that for some reason your aren't wearing any panties, grind against his lap….Slide his fingers under you dress to let him feel how wet you are….He also Lowkey has a praise kink, he really gets on on pleasing you..it strokes his ego watching you fall apart for him,..loving the control he has over your body...be vocal with him, let this man know how good he feels

N = NO- I think he'd try anything once...

O = Oral - Both, he'd take his time with you though, slowly letting his tongue explore every inch of your pussy before sucking your clit between those pouty lips of his. Humming out from how good you taste while his stealthy fingers were being sucked in by your heat. He also loves overstimulation, oh your crying for him to stop? Perfect let me just latch my arms around your thighs and bury my face even deeper into your pussy, “Stop trying to run away from me, I know what your pussy needs and you can handle this..give me another one baby..” That would be the only hit of Submissiveness with him, when he’s between your thighs this man is aiming to please...Que Tony Toni Tone’s “Whatever you want” He’ll give you whatever you want. Nothing gets him going more than the sound of you coming. He loves watching you on your knees for him, prefered position is with you on all fours while he fucks your throat so he can have full access to your ass, and slide his hand down to play with your pussy when he wants to. His dirty talk goes through the roof when your sucking his dick...he’s also extremely vocal..jaw tight, heavy lids..but he’d never take his eyes off you.

P = Pace - Depends on his mood I feel like people assume because he's so hyper that he must fuck like jackrabbit. Which yes he can but he can also go slow and deep, in my mind I feel like his preference is somewhere in the middle..but in all honesty it would depend on what his partner wanted.

Q = Quickie - Again high sex drive so fuck yes to a good quickie..how often? As often as your willing to give it to him. If it’s early and your tired he'd have no problem taking care of the both of you. Either Missionary or spooning. Honestly probably spooning because then he'd have better access to your back and your clit while he rolled his hips into your ass.Moaning out against the nape of your neck,in his husky morning voice how warm and wet your pussy feels…….

R = Risk - AGAIN YES lol I feel like this man is freaky AF

S = Stamina -Just because he could last for hours doesn't mean he will, to be honest I feel like he's the type to want you guys to both get yours...chill for a minute then round 2 and 3 and ETC. Not necessarily always in the mood to try and hold out forever and a day to cum, he'd rather let you come and slide back in after your pussys already dripping, pulsating,sensitive, swollen.I also feel like he bounces back quickly. Meaning if he ever came to quick if he stayed in you and you guys were making out it wouldn't take long for him to get hard again.

T = Toy Yassss he’d love for you to own toys...more so for you as opposed to him, he;d be the type to get you vibrating panties ...want to control the speed on your vibrator….buy you a couple butt plugs..oh yeah,,,hell yeah

U = Unfair- On the regular he’s not much of a tease, but if your acting up and acting like a brat and he has to get in full daddy mode, oh hes edging you until you cry,

V = Volume- I feel like he’s very vocal, especially because he knows how much you love it, like I said he lowkey has a praise kink both giving and receiving, a lot of gravely moans..I feel like he swears a lot to when he’s fucking. He's A moaner...even when he’s speaking to you “God baby you feel so good, so fucking good”. As we all know he’s very good at playing with the animation in his voice, so he can add different tones depending on what you like...sometimes even a hint of neediness here and there. NOT saying he’d fake anything, he’d just alter the way he talks to you depending on what get’s you going...

W = Wild Card - OHHH I don't know, for one I feel like he'd be down to give and receive a lap dance, he’d tgotally loved if you guys had a stipper pole...I also dont think he gets jealous easily...and seeing you out in your tight little dress at the club with friends while guys are gawking would only be a turn on for him. Now if one of them approached you that’s a different story...but I feel like he’s secure enough that he’d loved seeing you strutting around in your LBD swaying your hips to the beat with your girls while he watches. I think he'd enjoy PDA...casually .letting his hands roam down your back, giving a quick squeeze to your ass, neck kisses…. I also think he'd love going to the strip club WITH YOU….the two of you would end up all over each other in the backseat of the car on your way back to your apartment.

X = X-Ray- I don't feel like he's abnormally large but I do think he’s thick...thick AF

Y = Yearning - LMFAO GIRL you better get your kitty a heating pad and some ice,

Z = ZZZ- I don't think it’s instant for him but he’s definitely making your ass go “Night, night “ right away….The minute he pulls out your ass is done.. Who needs melatonin when you have Hoseok!

That’s all she wrote! Lol again this is just my take..feel free to lemme know your thoughs on any of these,

Love you guys as always,

Rocki

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theduskthrone · 4 years

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Character Info: Kjalvor Hlin

…the Empire advanced into Nagxia. Although the realm was divided amongst several clans that were unable to muster a united resistance, imperial forces were at a disadvantage, as the local resistance took advantage of the dense jungle climes to frustrate the invaders’ movements and stage ambushes. It took nearly three whole years for Garlemald to subjugate the whole of Nagxia, ultimately by relying upon small, highly trained mobile units scouring the jungles until the last belligerents were brought to heel…

– Encyclopedia Eorzea II

B I O

A faithful Rava of Golmore, Kjalvor was a huntress and tanner in her birth village of Hlin, deep within the jungle. She, like the others in her village, was a strict adherent of the Green Word. Though at the time viera were apostatizing from other, larger villages at alarming rates, those in Hlin still obeyed the Word with total vigilance– none entered the wood, and none left it. Though her profession dictated that she live on the furthest outskirts of the village, Kjalvor flourished there, whole with her people’s ancestral connection to the jungle.

Then the Garleans came. They had seen the airships in the distance, above the boughs, and they prepared to defend the wood as they always had– but the mens battalions that guarded the borders of the jungle came back with horrible casualties and tales of metal soldiers, and before long entire villages had accepted the call to arms to defend their homes, Kjalvor and the women of Hlin among them. The Garleans, though, had a seemingly endless supply of soldiers and machines, and after nearly three grueling years of conflict, the viera line was overcome and the forest was lost.

Though the Garleans had penetrated the sacred boundaries of the jungle, they seemed uninterested in its contents, preferring to move quickly through the jungle. Kjalvor and the beleaguered Rava forces followed them as far as the eastern border, but no further; they watched as the army they had fought for the last years faded away into some other conflict the Nagxian horizon. But, as they kept their vigil in defense against an army, the haggard Rava failed to notice the small, elite Garlean units returning to the jungle until it was too late. In retaliation for the Rava’s fierce resistance, the Garleans returned with a mission of genocide– eliminate every viera that dared try to defend her home, which by the holy Word was all of them.

Hlin, the tiny village deep within the wood that had never had trespassers reach their lands, fell easily, and by the time Kjalvor was released from the border and returned to her home, there was nothing– and no one– left.

The invasion was thirty years ago, now, and the long-lived Rava have been slow to recover from their incredible casualties. Hlin is but one of the villages devastated by the Garlean retaliation, and though strikes are now much less frequent than they had been, Garlean strike units still enter the forest to cull the Rava and prevent resistance.

Alone in what was once her village’s territory, Kjalvor has endured with the weight of her losses on her shoulders. She is the only one left to remember her village, her mother, her wife. In her solitude, she has come to rely even more heavily upon the Green Word and the connection to the wood it imparts– she has become keenly aware of the flow of energy through the jungle, the constant life and death and growth and decay, all creatures reflections of the single ancient soul that is the Wood– and she finds fulfillment, though not peace, in being that part of the wood that roots out disease and destroys the invader.

B A S I C S

Name: Kjalvor Hlin Age: 163 Nameday: 8th sun of the 2nd Umbral Species: Rava Viera Gender: Female, she/her/hers Orientation: Lesbian Profession: Ecologist-historian-soldier-witch

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Dark brown, worn short and loose Eyes: Deep rose Skin: Dark brown, with the underside of her nose and her eyelids slightly pink Tattoos/scars: A gunblade scar from both the blade and the bullet at her waist, a bed of scar tissue where her shield meets her arm, various lesser scars

F A M I L Y

Parents:

Sefa - mother, deceased

Egill - father, deceased

Partner:

Ginnlaug - wife, deceased

S K I L L S

Abilities:

Kjalvor spent most of her life as a hunter and tanner, bringing down prey, preparing its hide, and cooperating with her village to use the rest of the animal. Not only does she have crafting knowledge, she has a superior understanding of animal anatomy and physiology.

A devoted keeper of the Green Word, Kjalvor is very much in tune with the faithful Rava’s connection to the wood, bordering on clairvoyance. She knows when someone enters her territory, and she knows if they’re part of the wood or an invader.

Kjalvor’s combat prowess is significant. She hunts primarily with the bow or with magic, but she is also formidable with a martial sword and shield.

A solitary jungle-dweller, Kjalvor has impeccable survival skills, with particular expertise in tracking and in natural remedies.

Having chosen to remain in her home territory rather than rejoin her people in one of the surviving villages, Kjalvor’s people skills have atrophied.

Hobbies:

Most of Kjalvor’s time is spent as a solitary ward of the jungle, and her most common pastime is nature-watching. She’s spent time watching most all of the species within their territory, learning the intricate ways in which they interact with each other and her environment. She has become extremely knowledgeable in jungle ecology. She is also fully responsible for providing her own food, clothing, and shelter.

Kjalvor’s calling, however, is as the last sentinel of her territory. She will remorselessly cut down any who enter without the wood’s blessing– Garlean or exile viera alike. She has honed her combat skills to allow her to ambush the Garlean’s typical small-group patrols, and has some limited expertise in destroying magitech; she doesn’t try to understand or examine the machines, only to know how to eliminate their threat.

Though hostile to any without connection to the wood, she is friendly and cooperative with native-born Rava who haven’t abandoned the wood. She isn’t often sought out, as she has little to offer the villages, but she is more than willing to provide what assistance she can to her kin, be it with medical, ecological, or combat issues.

As the last of her village, Kjalvor is responsible for seeing it be reclaimed by the wood. Though Rava villages are made with as little disruption to the wood as possible, the creation of a village or den unavoidably affects its immediate environment. Just as the Word directs the living to offer their dead back to the circle of life, Kjalvor is letting the plants and animals reclaim what were once viera’s homes and dens in the center of the village, and has dramatically reduced the size of her own home and tannery.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Unwavering faith Worst Negative: Survivor’s guilt, shoot first ask questions never

L I K E S

Colors: White like mourning, yellow like eggshells, brown like soil Smells: Tannins, wet soil, sweat, rot, rich earth, rain Textures: Tree bark, rawhide and leather, rough stone, feathers

H A B I T S

Smokes: Little to none Drinks: As necessary Drugs: Medicinal

O O C I N F O

Data Center: Crystal Server: Mateus Main Class: PLD Character Type: Alt

#c: kjalvor #look I've finally written something up #long post #ffxiv rp #ffxiv

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dianamargolis · 4 years

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{ emmy rossum ♔ twenty-nine ♔ she/her } well, well, well if it isn’t diana margolis running around peach hollow. legend has it, they come from tangerine towers and have lived here for one week. if you’re wondering what they’ve been up to, i hear they’re a bartender at cloud nine for a living. they have been known to be temperamental but empathetic. a word of advice to them, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching. { ellie ♔ 24 ♔ cst ♔ she/her }

If someone were to ask Di if she liked labels, she would tell them that she didn’t on principle but could still see their use. Labels are restrictive, closing the wearer in a small box until they suffocate. However, labels also hid the complexity of a person’s past and experiences, reducing them to a few words.

So, Di will happily inform someone that she is an Aries, a hot-headed brawler, a nomad, a party-girl, a solid 4 on the Kinsey Scale, and a sarcastic bitch. What those labels hide are anyone’s guess, as she opens up to people so rarely. There is a softer side of her that few get to see. If she loves someone, she will take care of them and defend them to the ends of the universe, but she never allows anyone to care for her deep, secret wounds.

Peach Hollow was just another stop on the road. She plans to stay a few months, just long enough to pay her way to the next town. It’s been this way almost half her life. She assumes this quaint Georgia town will be just like all the others, but she has no idea the hornet’s nest she has stumbled upon.

B A C K S T O R Y

tw: suicide, domestic abuse, child abuse, violence

▼ born in the Bronx, NYC as Pearl Isaacson ▼ father: Malcolm Isaacson (Italian/English) || mother: Joanna Margolis (Ashkenazim) ▼ sister: Mia Isaacson (six years younger) ▼ Her mother committed suicide when Diana was just seven years old, leaving her alone with her baby sister. She knew why. She had peaked through a crack in the doorway to see the continents of bruises on the map that was her mother’s body. ▼ It didn’t take long for Malcolm to turn to the next punching bag. It happened to be Diana. ▼ Child services stepped in when Diana was nine, Mia three. For the next six years, the two of them bounced around foster homes. Sometimes they were put together, and Diana was able to protect her little sister, but sometimes they weren’t. Some families would foster a sweet seven year old but refused to take in an unruly teenager. ▼ Her father remarried to a woman who could nearly rival his cruelness. Every once in awhile, he would convince the courts to let him try again. Fool them all by putting on the perfect show of a happy family. No one listened to her, what she had to say. ▼ There came a moment when she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed out. She begged Mia to come with her, but she wouldn’t. So, she fled. ▼ She lived on the street for awhile before stumbling upon a group of young punks at the skatepark. She fell right into the group, joining all of them. She learned how to have fun, how to skateboard, and, most importantly in her eyes, learned how to fight. Often, an argument would result in a left hook and then someone on the ground. A few times, an entire brawl had broken out. With every busted lip and bloody nose, Diana grew stronger. ▼ Artemis - Missy - was among this group The two instantly clicked. Missy would sneak her in through the window at night, letting her share her bed. She still remembers her first kiss with the girl: the window cracked, letting in the November chill, the smell of her strawberry shampoo, black-tipped fingers tracing circles on her hipbone. She was her first love. But after a year together, that young love fizzled, hardening Diana yet again.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

▼ Myers-Briggs: ISTP ▼ sun: ▼ sexual orientation: bisexual (4 on the Kinsey Scale) ▼ Diana isn’t necessarily “mean”, but no one would ever make the mistake of calling her “nice” either. She isn’t the easiest person to get along with, especially when she’s in a mood. ▼ She’s all about vibes, and if she senses someone has a bad vibe, she is very likely to be closed-off, if not down-right rude. ▼ DO NOT piss her off. She is ruthless, but not in a cold and calculated way. She is brutal and merciless. She is looking to scratch that itch and put her fists to use, so it’s probably best not to give her an excuse. ▼ She tries not to get in anyone’s business. People are drama, and she has enough of that on her own. Somehow, though, she seems to always end up somewhere in the middle. ▼ She can be funny and flirty when the mood strikes her, but that is a mask. It all is. She falls in love every once in awhile, but it always ends in heartache, so she never lets anyone get close to her, to really know her. When she loves someone though, she protects them fiercely.

A P P E A R A N C E

▼ curly, messy hair that is often thrown into a bun ▼ often seen in thrift-shop clothes ▼ tattoos: silhouetted birds in flight wrapping around left forearm, crescent moon on right middle finger, band of intertwined barbed wire and rose thorns on her right bicep ▼ scars: faded scar across eyebrow, small scar on upper lip, trio of small and well-faded round scars on left tricep, broken nose ▼ usually has at least two or three bruises in different states of healing, and will sometimes show evidence of her fights (i.e. busted lip, scuffed knuckles, etc.)

M I S C .

▼ She owns a ‘78 olive green Gremlin that she cares for and maintains like it is her child. She won it in an underground fight. ▼ She participates in underground fights on a regular basis, whenever she is feeling agitated. Often she’s the underdog and can make decent bank betting on herself. For awhile, at least.

#bio #peaches:intro

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askpeterpan · 4 years

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There it was again, the sound of a flute Baelfire had only heard in his dreams. The sound was beautiful, as sweet as his Mother’s voice. It was calling to him, beckoning him to come to it, as if it was leading him home. To freedom…

… Freedom. Ever since his Papa had become the Dark One and his Mama had died, Baelfire didn’t know the meaning of the word. Trapped inside the four walls of his home, Baelfire could only imagine what it was like beyond that. He no longer had friends, it had been who knows how long since he’d seen sunlight since he snuck out of the house at night for brief visits to Morraine when his Papa was asleep. He’d give anything to be free instead of being his Papa’s prisoner.

He had heard the song of the panflute before but his Papa had told him to ignore it and that he was just hearing things. This time, his Papa was asleep and Baelfire’s heart told him that if he wanted freedom for himself he’d have to follow the sweet sound of the panflute to wherever it was going to lead him. That was exactly what he did. Quietly, he crept from his bed through their living room. He grabbed his fur coat, laced up his boots, then looked back at his father. With a look of sadness at the man sleeping not too far from, he disappeared into the night toward, what he hoped, would be the start of his new beginning.

Baelfire followed the noise wherever he heard it call him, around buildings, through trees. As he drew nearer the sound grew louder. The louder it grew the warmer the feelings that it brought him became. This was the feeling his home used to give him while his mother was alive, and before his Papa had become the Dark One. It was as warm as the fire that Baelfire came upon when he finally found the source of the song he had heard. For there, standing in the glow of the fire was a boy who was taller than he, but just as lean in figure. Baby brown hues flickered with curiosity as Bae watched the figure draw near. He didn’t know who they were, but they seemed familiar…As if he was welcoming Baelfire home again after a long day.

“It’s good to see you, laddie. I’ve been expecting you, Baelfire.”

“You’ve been expecting me …?” Baelfire questioned, scrunching his nose a little, “And-…And how do you know my name?”

“I know the names of all the lonely souls my flute draws in, laddie.” the boy remarked. Baelfire’s eyes softened as they fell to the ground. In those soft, baby brown hues flickered the truth that the other knew all too well – the truth that Baelfire was lonely and abandoned, despite living at home with his Papa. Despite trying to do everything to keep his son happy, Baelfire was lonely and trapped and felt abandoned, not only by his mother but by his father as well. “I’m peter. peter pan.” Peter smiled kindly.

“I don’t-”

“Trust me?” Peter asked with a quirk of his brow. “Why not, Baelfire?”

Baelfire swallowed the lump in his throat. He had a long list of reasons why, most of them included that his Papa had drilled it into his head that anyone beyond the four walls of their home was dangerous and out to hurt him. Seeing the sadness in Bae’s eyes Peter simply scoffed. “Your papa told you so?”

The broken boy’s brown eyes shot up to meet the emerald green ones of the Boy King standing before him. “Yeah…He says anyone beyond our home is dangerous, that they want to hurt him. That’s why-”

“Why you don’t have any friends, Baelfire?” Slowly, Peter began circling Baelfire like a predator watching its prey. Bae’s gaze faded and all he could hear was the sound of Peter’s voice slithering in one ear and out the other. “My pipe attracts a very specific crowd, baelfire. only those who are lost can hear its tune…” The Piper stopped his paces directly in front of Bae who’s gaze instantly rose up again,

“…Are you lost, Baelfire?” Before he could have time to answer, Peter continued walking and Baelfire was left to stand in his own thoughts. The real question should have been, did Baelfire remember the last time he felt like his world made sense to him? The answer to that question was far longer than Bae could even date back to. Before his father banned him from going outside or having friends, before he made him promise to never talk to anyone without his permission or go outside… Before a lot of things.

“Do you see them, Bae?” Peter asked, gesturing to the boys dancing around the fire. Having fun. fun. Oh, how Baelfire longed to play again and experience what it was like to be carefree, for once. “Those boys are lost. abandoned. lonely. whatever words you choose are up to you. do you see how happy they are, baelfire? you could be happy too, just like them.”

“How?”

“Those boys come home with me every night to neverland. a place where you can be anything you want to be, play any game you wish to play, be free! you could do everything you ever wanted and more, Bae…” Peter stretched his hand out palm up to the boy as his smile from before returned, “… All you have to do is come with me.”

As much as Baelfire wanted to take that hand and go away to a place far from the Enchanted Forest, Baelfire could hear his Papa’s voice screaming in his ear that this was dangerous and that he shouldn’t go. He could feel it deep in his gut. Any moment now his Papa would come and tell him that he had to go home. “I-…I can’t…” the boy said, turning his back to the other as his sad eyes found the ground again. It felt like he was being torn to pieces. Freedom and happiness was just in his grasp and yet … He knew that the right thing wasn’t to go with the Piper. “…Papa would never allow it…”

Peter straightened his posture as his licked his bottom lip slowly in thought. “I see. your papa isn’t here, baelfire. he’s a coward who didn’t want to come with me when he had the chance… you’re here, bae, with the others that my pipe has summoned and if you’re so worried about this, how about a deal?”

How about a deal? The dreaded words he had heard time and time again from his Papa… Still, Bae had learned well enough how those words work and made the choice to turn back around and face Peter again. “A deal?”

“I’ll propose the same thing to him, if he comes…” Which, Peter knew he would. “… You stay and play with the others. have fun, enjoy yourself like we both know you want to do, laddie. he can ask you himself if you’d rather stay with me and go back to neverland, or, if you choose him and will go back home.”

“I-”

“You don’t have to tell me now, laddie. I’m not the one who needs to know the answer. that’s how you’ll know if he really trusts you and if he truly cares for you like he says he does.-” Baelfire stood there solemn as he let Peter’s words sink into his heart. All his Papa has to do is ask and that will prove everything… Just one question. That’s all it would take. “-for now…hold out your hand, Bae.” As instructed, the boy held his hand out. With a wave of his hand, Peter made a mask appear in Bae’s grip– one like the others were wearing. “… Go play, have fun. enjoy your time with the others like you have been wanting to for way too long.”

Baelfire stood there looking at the mask. His heart was telling him to give it back. If he had the choice to go home or stay with the Piper, Bae would make the choice to go home. Even if it wasn’t perfect, he knew that his Papa would be distraught if he lost him. He knew that he cared and that, though it wasn’t going according to plan, his Papa was trying. Regardless… The idea of playing carelessly for ages to come did sound appealing to him. He could have friends, see the world beyond the walls of his home. Be free. . . With a smile, Baelfire tied the mask around his bush of curls and ran toward the fire where the other lost ones were playing. Within moments, Bae was making friends and fitting in while Peter was back to playing his pipes once again.

Time passed rapidly as Baelfire played with the other boys. It felt like he had gotten his childhood back again. For the last almost seven years, Baelfire had been told that he couldn’t go outside, that he couldn’t make friends, that he couldn’t meet people or leave his home. For years he had longed to see the world and had only been allowed to draw about what he imagined it to be like since he was not allowed to look outside through the windows. All those years watching the others in his village playing games and having fun seemed like a distant memory while he played with his new friends.

“You can’t even recognize him can you, Rumple?”

“How can I when he’s wearing a mask?”

“Well he’s wearing a mask, but that’s not the reason-” Peter started, gesturing to Bae who was dancing amongst the others. “-Look at him, playing with the other boys, out in the world. he’s happy, rumple. that’s why you don’t recognize him.”

While Baelfire was playing amongst the boys, he felt a pair of hands grip him by the shoulders then his mask was pulled from his face. It was his Papa. As he stood there, out of breath Baelfire couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His Papa was here, he really had come. Bae couldn’t believe it.

“Bae? Baelfire, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Why are you here?” Bae’s eyes searched his father’s equally brown ones as confusion filled his own.

“I know you think I don’t care about you, son,” Rumple pleaded, “But I do, and I’m here to prove it.”

Baelfire took a small step back from his Papa but kept his gaze locked on his father’s. “How?” He asked, almost unsure of if he wanted to hear the answer his Papa was about to give him.

“Go ahead, Rumple.” Peter said from behind the pair as he watched the discussion unfold in front of him. There was a moment of stillness as Rumple calculated his next move and Baelfire watched him make his choice. He knew what Peter was asking of him, he knew of the deal. Was his father going to go through with it?

“Papa, what are you doing?” The boy asked as his father moved him between him and Peter all too quick for Bae to make an escape away back over to Peter. He had desperately hoped that his Papa would do what Peter asked, but he should have known that Peter was right …

… His Papa was a coward.

“I’m protecting you.” Then in the same way that Pan had made the mask appear, Rumple made him and Baelfire disappear in a haze of smoke. This smoke brought Baelfire home and with this journey backward, let his freedom slip through the cracks.

“You’re gonna regret not taking my deal, Rumple!” Peter barked as the pair disappeared into the cloud of smoke away from his Lost Ones and back into their cottage.

#⇢ b a e l f i r e : t h e l o s t b o y w i t h a h e a r t o f g o l d ⇠#⇢ r u m p l e s t i l t s k i n : t h e s o n i n e v e r w a n t e d ⇠#⇢ d r a b b l e s ⇠#⇢ m e m o r i e s ⇠#⇢ o o c : I copied this from my Baelfire blog aka thecursedson. It seemed fitting to have here. ⇠#⇢ o o c : I just switched what was italics as far as dialogue goes ⇠#⇢ o o c : I didn't post the last bit of the episode where Bae yells at Rumple because Peter isn't in that part ⇠#⇢ o o c : anyway this was done for an ask meme where I was asked to write Bae and Pan meeting but they never talked in that scene ⇠#⇢ o o c : so I drabbled what it would be like if they had ⇠

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queenofcats17 · 5 years

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Spangle

@insane-control-room and I wrote out a backstory for the fusion between Johan and Freckle.

Here is the AO3 link.

Freckle sighed, tapping his fingers against the table in his conundrum.

That being fusion. Freckle had seen a great many other Joeys fusing, and he would be lying if he said he was not at least a little bit jealous. It felt as though he were missing out on something, something big, something special. Although, the fact that he had only really ever interacted with one other Joey might have played a part in his lack of fusions. But that hardly mattered to him, not then. He wanted to fuse and he was going to do it. Nevermind that he had not thought any of this through at all and knew almost nothing about fusions. So, he opened a portal into that one Joey’s dimension, Johan’s dimension, and marched in.

Johan was reading on his couch when Freckle appeared from the portal. He rose an eyebrow and set his book aside to hear whatever Freckle might say.

“Can we talk?” Freckle asked.

“S-Sure?” Johan gave him a small smile. “I mean, I-I’m not busy.”

“Good.” Freckle nodded and picked Johan up bridal style. Johan gave a small shriek of a gasp, clinging to the man whisking him away. Freckle grinned, watching Johan’s ears tilt back. It was not too hard for him to carry Johan through the portal since the other man was not too terribly heavy.

Once they were through the portal and it was closed, Freckle put Johan down.

“So, um, what did you w-want to talk about?” Johan asked, gaining his balance and turning to face the other Joey. His ears wiggled and he grinned slightly. “I’m all e-ears.”

“Would you be willing to fuse?” Freckle asked. Best to just get it out of the way. “I’ve seen other Joeys do it and, well, I want to do it too.”

Johan’s smile faded slowly.

“C-could you r-repeat that, please?”

“I want to fuse,” Freckle repeated, smiling brightly. “You’ve done it before, right?”

He and Johan were friends. Good friends. Close friends. Surely it would be fine.

“I-I fused o-once, that’s correct,” Johan stuttered, his cane manifesting in his hands, a soft blue color. His mind scrambled to see what he could say instead of an outright ‘I can’t fuse’. “Um, it w-was very private….”

Freckle stared at him blankly, unsure what that meant. Was it supposed to be sexual? But he had seen Snowy and Gingie fuse before and they did not seem to have any sexual feelings towards one another, nor romantic ones at that.

Johan shifted uncomfortably.

“I-It’s n-not a, um… thing for everyone,” Johan rambled, trying to assuage his own guilt. “S-sometimes things aren’t meant to be, uh, o-open?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Freckle snapped, his expression darkening. “Do you think I can’t do it?”

“Th-that’s, um, not what I mean-n to say,” Johan, terribly flustered, managed to reply. “Fusion is a very c-complicated thing, a-and very p-personal, too.”

“I don’t understand what that’s supposed to mean!” Freckle was getting frustrated, waving his arms to punctuate his words. “Is it me? Do you not want to fuse with me specifically?!” That idea hurt him the most. The idea that Johan did not want him.

“Freckle, p-please!” Johan intoned in a soft and worrisome voice, his hands wringing his cane over and over, trying to focus. He bit his lip, then continued. “It’s not you, it’s that I-I worry that you d-don’t know what you’re asking f-for.”

“Then tell me!” Freckle demanded. “What am I asking for?”

“When you fuse…” Johan took a moment to gather his thoughts. “There is no hiding. Th-the person you fuse w-with, you should-d trust them w-with your very soul, because that… th-that’s what you’re doing. That’s wh-what you’re asking for. For someone to see you, e-everything and anything you’ve ever d-done….”

Freckle immediately tensed at this revelation. He did not particularly fancy the idea of laying himself bare like that. But if it was Johan...

“I trust you,” he said, taking a step forward. Who better to trust himself with than a fellow Joey? They had both done horrible things, seen the worst each of them could be.

Johan stepped back, a strange blank look in his eye, stiffening.

He swallowed. And then he swallowed again.

Any light in his eyes vanished, and they became dull, emotionless, cold.

“I can’t.” he flatly stated.

“Why not?” Freckle knew he sounded like a petulant child. He knew he was being unreasonable. But he wanted to be able to do the same thing all the other Joeys seemed able to do. He was just as good as them, wasn’t he?

“I just can’t.” Johan’s blank facade wavered, nearly snapping. He is afraid. He is lost. He would love to fuse. Especially with Freckle, the Joey he had such a wonderful brotherhood with. But, “I can’t fuse.”

Freckle’s first instinct was to throw a tantrum, to yell and scream until he got his way. But he was far too old for those (Esther would beg to differ on that front, but she was not there, not then).

“You fused with Magenta.” He persisted, trying to stay calm and collected. Johan’s eyes widened in shock, and he tried to keep himself from trembling at the mention of the other man. “Was that just some kind of fluke?” There was a hint of vicious sarcasm in his words.

“M-Mag and I thought we would never see each other a-again,” he breathed, hardly able to talk. “What happened was… yes. A m-miracle. A goddamn miracle….”

“If it happened once, it could happen again.” Gods, what was he even saying? This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Why was he so insistent on doing this? Didn’t he see how upset he was making Johan?

“Freckle….” Johan bites his lip again. “Freckle… I… I can’t fuse. I won’t tell you how Maggie and I managed it. I-It’s personal. And not my thing t-to say.”

Freckle sighed, his shoulders slumping. This was going nowhere. He was not going to convince Johan. No matter how hard he tried, Johan was not budging.

“Can we just...try?” He asked quietly. Johan’s eyes softened. “Just to see if it works?”

Johan inhaled, and exhaled, then nodded.

“W-we can try,” he made himself say, hoping it was the right thing, hoping he was not lying. “We can try….”

Almost immediately, Freckle’s face lit up with a huge smile, Johan returning a tiny lopsided one. He had not actually expected that to work. But it had! He threw himself onto Johan, giving him a big hug.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” He said. Johan patted his back, muttering how it was nothing, though it very much was not.

Freckle hugged him tightly for a few minutes before pulling away. Johan’s arms lingered on his own for a few moments before dropping away.

“So, how is this done?” He asked.

“It depends on each person,” Johan murmured. “I don’t kn-know how we’d do this.”

Freckle frowned, considering how this would go. Perhaps dancing? No no, that was too simple. Maybe a spell. Reciting an incantation? He thought he had seen Snowy and Gingie recite some sort of incantation for their fusion. But what would the incantation be? He began to chew on his lip.

“An incantation?” He ventured. “Or...dancing?” That was a stupid idea. He knew it was stupid. But sometimes the simplest solutions were the best ones.

“I really d-don’t know.” Johan sighed. He and Magenta… melted into one. But Freckle was not made out of ink. Even Joy would be easier to fuse with, being that the little man was at least half ink. Freckle, yes, was partially ink, but… it was not enough. “I don’t actually know a-any magic.”

“Oh, I know some.” Freckle said with a sheepish smile. “I did quite a lot of work researching spells back before my studio...” He trailed off a bit, his face falling. “Well, you know.” He shook his head. “Anyway, I’ve done research involving magic. I can’t imagine what sort of incantation we’d require for this, though.”

“Maybe y-you could come up with one,” Johan ponders. One, one. “Like two might be two b-but two can be one.”

“Oh! That’s very clever!” Freckle grinned. “Yes! Yes, that might work!” He held his hands out, making grabby hands to illustrate that Johan was supposed to hold them. Johan swallowed roughly and complied. Goodness, he was doing this, they were doing this.

“Alright.” Freckle gently squeezed Johan’s hands. “Here we go.” He closed his eyes, beginning to chant. “Two might be two but two can be one.”

He did not know whether this would work. He prayed it would. He wanted so badly to experience this act. Especially with someone he held so dear like Johan. And Johan could feel it. Unlike the last time, with Magenta, there was no smooth passage. It burned. He forced the gasp from rising out of his throat, only tightened his hands around Freckle’s, resisting the urge to push him away to nurse himself into feeling better, anything but the sensation of being forced back within his own mind and body. Yet he held tighter, and kept his breathing steady. He could not allow his trembling limbs to betray him.

There was a sense of elation for Freckle as he felt their two forms become one. He was doing it! He was fusing! But as their consciousnesses merged, he became aware of a searing pain. For a moment, he was not sure where it was coming from. Then it hit him. It was coming from Johan. Johan was in pain. Fusing with him was causing Johan pain.

Johan was in pain because of him.

Freckle began to panic. No no no no no! He could not be the cause of anyone’s pain! Not again! Especially not Johan.

But it was too late to back out then.

Not when they were already breathing as one.

Freckle tried to pull away, but it was no use. It was like squeezing a sponge. They separated just a bit, but were quickly reabsorbed into each other. And Johan’s cry of pain from their shared mouth solidified them. One arm wrapped around them tightly.

“S-stop, d-don’t!” escaped their lips. “But you’re in pain! It’s fine! No, we need to stop! W-we can’t now…. I’m hurting you! Can’t split fast…. This is hurting you! Gotta be gradual…. I don’t want to hurt you!”

In their mind, Freckle was in tears, apologizing over and over. He hadn’t meant for this. He hadn’t meant to cause Johan pain. He shouldn’t have pushed so hard. Shouldn’t have insisted on this. But Johan clung to him, his face flushed as though in a fever, and shook his head with the smile of an angel.

“It’s not your fault,” they said, slowly, testing their own voice, finding it creaky but warm. Tears leaked from two of their eyes. A sleeved hand gently dried the tears away, and remained on their cheek comfortingly. Their lips form into a shaky, lopsided smile. “It’s okay, okay?”

Their breath hitched a bit as Freckle managed to calm himself down a bit. Two eyes glanced down at the sleeve that had dried their tears. That was a cardigan. They were wearing a cardigan. Kind of like the ones Esther was fond of wearing around the house. It was a blue-grey color, and incredibly soft. Another one of their arms wrapped around themself, forming a small soft barrier from the terrifying idea of being ripped apart. They would let go in their own steady time.

“Let’s make this good while we can,” they said, surprisingly, in yiddish.

Freckle felt a warmth at the words. No one had spoken yiddish to him in years. Not since he had left home. The familiar tones brought back that feeling of home. He almost began crying all over again, but Johan noticed and hugged him tightly, their shared left arm mimicking the motion.

“Stop blaming yourself,” they scolded themself, sounding like a yenta to her grandchildren, especially in the dialect they used so softly. “You couldn’t have known. I wasn’t open enough about it.” They laughed. “You sound like Esther. But...I guess you’re right.”

“It’s not the first time you’ve said that,” they pouted back, but smiled again, their starry freckles pulsing and glowing brighter. They noticed the quop, and held up a hand, noting how the light freckles stood out against their dark skin. Like stars in the sky. A gasp of awe, their four eyes widening. “We’re… we’re spangled.”

Freckle had never been one to wear anything sparkly, but the idea of being sparkly suddenly appealed to him. He felt...beautiful. He had never felt beautiful before, and it was rather… nice.

“D-do you, um… like it?” part of them tentatively asked. Their lips curled up in a soft smile. “I do. G-good. I think it’s who we are. Spangle. What do you think?” As names went, it was far from the worst, but a giggle still escaped them. “It’s wonderful. We’re wonderful.”

They laughed a little, but a jolt of pain scampered through their spine, and they coughed, and coughed, though it subsided after a few moments. A soft turquoise cane snapped into their hand, helping them balance themself on their feet.

Freckle’s guilt resurfaced. He had almost forgotten how much pain this fusion was causing Johan. He should never have let himself be lost in the moment. Johan looked at him with the slightest hint of a frown, then sighed, smiled, and hugged him, pressing a chaste kiss onto his pseudo brother’s cheek.

“We’re gonna enjoy this while we can, right?” They gently rested a hand on their cheek. “No dwelling on that. Not now.” Their expression turned sheepish and they nodded. “Sorry. Of course.”

And so they waited it out. Well, it was more than just waiting it out. They explored who they were now. Or, at least, for the moment. They sang, and walked around, and found a mirror. They smiled at themself, for themself, to themself. Despite the aches and tremors, they overall, emotionally, felt… relief. Surprise. And above all else, happy. Freckle still felt bad for forcing Johan into this, but he was happy to be able to share this with him. Spangle enjoyed being themself.

They enjoyed it to the very last moment being together, when, like a star, they glowed bright and hot and split into a supernova, and out of it, Johan and Freckle split. The two of them found themselves on the floor, facing each other. Freckle was on top of Johan, and they were wrapped in a tight hug. Johan’s big red eyes were exhausted, but he was smiling.

“Thank you.” Freckle whispered, breathless and flushed.

“It was…” Johan closed his eyes, yawning, sharp teeth glinting for a moment. His teeth always made Freckle think of a cat. “It was good.”

“I’ll...try not to do that again.” Freckle awkwardly removed himself from on top of the taller man. “Push you, I mean.”

Johan shrugged. “I shoulda been more clear as to what I meant. Hey, d-do you have something to eat?”

“Oh! Of course!” Freckle scurried off to the kitchen. He was not sure what exactly was in his pantry at the moment. He had not gone to the store in a bit.

Thankfully, he had some leftover pasta in the fridge, as well as some cereal. He returned with the tupperware balanced on one arm, the box of cereal under his arm, and a jug of milk. The milk was for him. Mostly. Johan looked at the food, his pupils contracting, and then expanding, and he grinned.

“Goodness, what a feast,” he joked softly, pushing himself off the ground to sit at the table like the human he was not.

“I think I have some other things,” Freckle muttered as he put everything down. “But this was all I could carry.” He unscrewed the cap of the milk and started drinking it. In the back of his head, he could hear Esther scolding him for drinking straight from the jug rather than getting himself a glass. Johan did not bat an eye, merely began scarfing down the food the moment he could, the spaghetti vanishing in a matter of a minute or so.

“Maybe I should have brought more.” Freckle couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mmm, it’s enough to keep me going,” Johan hummed, munching on the cereal. “I’ll bother my bees when I get home and steal their honey.”

“You have bees?” Logically, he should have known this. He had seen the pictures done of Johan as a bee. But the idea of Johan having bees was still incredibly exciting. The only time Freckle had ever been close to a bee was that time in elementary school when one of the other boys had found a dead bee on the playground and insisted upon showing everyone. Freckle had gotten to hold it. Then another child had eaten it.

“Of course I do,” Johan smiled. “I love them dearly. And my garden provides a symbiotic environment for them - I give them food, and so do they for me.”

“That’s so cool.” Freckle leaned on the table, watching him in awe, like a child watching a favorite grownup. Johan finished the box of cereal, and turned it over with a frown, not even getting a crumb. He squinted at it as though it were the source of all his tribulations.

“If you’re still hungry, I think I have some kosher hotdogs from when Rachel and Isaac came over.” Freckle quickly snapped himself back to reality, going to check the fridge.

“Wait, Freckle, I’m vegetarian!” Johan quickly stopped him. “Well, most of the time, at least. Don’t worry, I just needed to pick up some strength. Spangle really winded me.”

“Well, alright.” Freckle sat back down.

Johan smiled at him.

“I’ll...I’ll try to listen better next time.” Freckle said.

“Nah,” Johan grinned. “It was fun.”

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #joey drew #johan ramirez #freckle drew #spangle drew #fusion

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Faith: Conversing with a Demon

Context: When I originally wrote Dark, I wrote him a lot more sinister than I do now. He was evil to the point of being directionless with his ambitions. It was a mess. But… After watching the ‘Faith’ videos, I’ve been toying around with the idea of taking snippets of that disaster and turning him into something a little more concrete.

So… My attempt at a demonic!Mark. Or, as he calls himself, Mendax.

Warnings: Demon, Mentions of Religion, Mention of Possession, General inability to write in the horror genre (look, I’m trying, okay?)

Word count: 978

The so-called priest was going in circles. Nothing seemed to look right. The notes were making him wander aimlessly through the corridors. All John wanted to do was help one poor girl that he couldn’t save. Instead, he found himself trapped in a web. There were more reports of demonic hauntings, more possessions, more violence. He only had one other man on his side, but he would prevail. The innocent needed to be saved from the grasp of hell.

The room he was in now looked to be a long-forgotten bedroom. A desk and chair were opposite an old, worn out bed. Faded posters hung on the walls, and even they had a cost of dust on them. The curtains were open so the moonlight could spill through. He knew there was evil in this house, but all the other rooms had resulted in nothing being found. On the bed, John spotted another note. It might be a clue on where to go next, or what he might be up against.

Pater noster, qui es in caelis,

sanctificetur nomen tuum.

Adveniat regnum tuum.

Fiat voluntas tua,

Sicut in caelo, et in terra. Panem nostrum

Quotidianum da

Nobis hodie,

Daemonium.

Latebat.

Curre.

Amen.

All the while, there was the sound of something faintly clicking behind him, but John paid it no heed, putting it down to the steady beat of a clock. It was only as he finished the “prayer” did he dare turn around.

A man sat on the chair, watching him.

Or rather, a creature. John could see how human it looked, but the very real danger that was only a few feet away. After all, how could he not? The way the pristine, white horns curled on the top of its head and were highlighted by the moonlight. The tail that lightly tapped the floor. The black eyes that neither held light nor life to them. The wicked sneer on his lips. This was a creature that was possessing some poor man. John was certain of it.

He hesitated for too long.

The demon waved his hand dismissively from right to left.

Something hit John, and his cross flew out of his hands and into the darkness. All he could do was glare at the demon, unwilling to turn and look for it and give the creature the element of surprise.

“You do not scare me, demon. Your powers hold no sway over me. I will release you and free that poor man from your control.” John made sure to declare this as confidently as possible, but it only seemed to make the demon grin.

“Oh, how adorable. You think you can exorcise me from my own body. I just came to have a little chat, that’s all. You seem as busy as all the other humans that rummage around here would be.” Both hands were placed neatly on his lap as the demon’s full attention was on the human. “You won’t find what you’re looking for here, John.”

“You hold no power over me. God is by my side, and he will protect me from your wicked ways-”

“Oh please. I’m not going to do anything to you. Friendly chat, remember?” One hand briefly lifted to brush some crimson strands of hair off his face. “In fact, I’m trying to help you. You’re going on a wild goose chase snooping around here. The lesser demon you’re looking for never came this deep into the building. They preferred to skulk around the bathrooms, really. Something about running water draws them like a moth to a flame.” John, to no surprise, was not buying this.

“I will not believe your words, demon. You go against the Lord’s teachings, and I will be sure that you neve taint another soul.” Keeping his eyes locked on it, John began moving in the direction of where his cross was thrown. He could do this. “Whatever you plan, I will not be tainted. I will not be corrupted, demon.” All this managed to do was make the demon sigh.

“Enough with the ‘demon’ this and ‘demon’ that, John. I have a name. I’m not telling you it, but you can call me… Mendax. I think that ought to be fitting, given your love for that tongue. But fine, don't believe me. It isn't often I give out my help for free.” Mendax leaned forward, raising one hand enough so he could prop his chin on it. “I've been watching your story unfold, you know. Terribly interesting for a human.”

“My… story?” At last, the demon's words made John falter. What was it hoping to achieve with all of this? Mendax cackled as he rose to his feet. The moonlight only emphasised his shadow, making it seem as though he looked ominously over John.

“Well, what else would you call this farce? You're most curious to watch. Playing the part of a saviour - but at what price? Your own kind have scorned you, John. They've deemed you insane for targeting innocent youths and killing them, claiming they were possessed by something that doesn't exist. Is that what you wanted, John? To be labelled a murderer? How do you know I exist? I could be another voice in your broken mind!” John's attention drifted from Mendax so he could try and find the cross. He needed to remove this demon from the world because he hurt anyone else. Mendax began to approach like a hunter stalking its prey. Who knows what powers he holds, or what terrors he can bring forth. The human’s time was running short. He needed to find that religious artefact, and fast.

“Answer me John! Are you a religious saviour, or are you a murderer?” John felt something wooden under his hand, and raised the cross in the direction of the demon in one fluid movement.

Mendax was gone.

BONUS: When not working today, I sketched out what he looks like!

#writersofmark #faith game #demon!markiplier #tw demon #tw religion #tw possession mention #Cunning Liar (Mendax)

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