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musingmeaninglessly · 10 months

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The Show; Aged Up!Lo'ak x Curvy/Chubby Human!Reader

A/N; So, this whole idea was sparked by this random post I did. I can just see Lo'ak showering his girl in so much praise and worshipping her human outfits. So, this one is for all the thicc girls like me out there...

Photos are not mine, and got the art from this blog. Full credits go to the artist!

Warnings; Curvy/chubby fem human reader, aged up Lo'ak, mentions of bad body image, swearing (it's Lo'ak, after all), suggestive/almost NSFW, Lo'ak being an utter simp for you (yes, that should be a warning). Not proofread.

Summary; When you give Lo'ak a little private fashion show of all your cute human outfits, he finally persuades you to brave the Na'vi-style clothing he gifted you months ago...

"Baby, come on! You been in there for like..."

"Two whole minutes..."

Your giggle is audible to Lo'ak through the bathroom door even from where he's sprawled on your tiny bed. After taking a puff of CO2 from his mask, he lets out an overly dramatic sigh.

"That's two minutes too long! How long does it take to put on a...what's it called again?"

"A bikini?"

Lo'ak grins at the unfamiliar human word. It sounds so cute, especially when it comes from you. But he's sure it won't be nearly as cute as you'll look in the garment.

"Yes, bikini."

His accent sounds even thicker as he pronounces the word, causing you to giggle as you emerge from your tiny bathroom in the equally tiny bikini.

"Holy shit..."

Your boyfriend's reaction makes you blush, but you do a little twirl for him all the same.

Being a thicker, softer girl meant that you hadn't always embraced these smaller pieces of swimwear. Even with your early teenage years on earth, you'd always cover up. But a certain 8 ft alien boy had brought you our of your shell.

"Baby, you look so fire in this! Look at the way it hugs your cute little belly and your waist..."

Lo'ak can't help reaching his big hands out to lightly grab at your flesh, his childish mauling eliciting a chuckle from you.

"You really like it?"

His amber eyes shoot up to you in a moment as though your questioning him was the greatest offence on Pandora.

"No baby..." his shit-eating smirk tells you what's to come. What he always says, "I love it."

Your cheeks blush furiously at that, but you give him a little peck on the lips all the same. You don't even bother to try and get out of the needy grip he has on your waist. But it turns out you don't have to at all, as he suddenly glances at your dresser with mischievous eyes.

"Baby?" you question, watching your tall boyfriend lumber over to the chest of drawers, knocking over a few items on his way. With a playful scowl you pick them up, but can't help tilting your head at him in amusement as he begins rummaging through your dresser. "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Looking for something." he states matter-of-factly.

"I can see that, but what?"

"That outfit I gave you when we first got together."

There's a warmth and gentleness in the smile that he flashes over his shoulder at you, and you gulp a little in response.

In truth, you've always been damn-well petrified to sport the tiny beaded top and loin cloth that Lo'ak gifted you months ago. They're beautiful, made of sea grass from the reef and studded with tiny turquoise beads.

But it's a very open weave, and you have no doubt that Lo'ak made them that way on purpose.

"Here they are! You got so many clothes in here, Jesus Christ."

You laugh at your Na'vi boyfriend's use of such a human expression. He learnt it from his Dad, for sure, but it was also testament to how much time he spends with you.

Blue hands outstretched, he holds up the garments. You eye them for a moment too long, and he immediately knows what's going through your little human brain.

"Baby, I know you've never worn something like this before," he crouches down on his knees so he's somewhat at your eye level, and continues in a husky whisper, "but you'd look fine as hell in these..."

"Lo'ak, I'm just too-"

"Beautiful? Divine? Sexy?" His yellow eyes glimmer mischievously. "Please, just put them on for me baby. Just this one time. Please?"

He knows damn well that you can't resist his eyes, lined with long lashes and the colour of molten gold. With a roll of your own eyes, you smile softly and take the pieces of clothing from his awaiting hands.

With a self-satisfied smirk, he watches you saunter off to the bathroom to change.

"Baby, I'm gonna die out here if you take any longer! C'mon..."

You snort in derision as you stare at yourself in the tiny bathroom mirror. If anyone's gonna die in this place today, it's you. From embarrassment.

Turning your body every which way, you sigh. Just as you suspected, the minuscule garments leave very little to the imagination, if anything.

Lo'ak's such a perv...

You appreciated your boyfriend's crafting these clothes for you. It showed how much he wanted to assimilate you into his culture. How much you mean to him.

But, despite the fact that the clothes are meant to make you feel more included in Na'vi life, they also highlight how different you are from them.

How your curved waist differs from the lithe structure of Na'vi women. How the thin straps of the loin cloth show off the pronounced softness of your hips and belly. How the stretch marks decorating the tops of your thighs have nowhere to hide.

It's one thing to compare yourself to other human girls, but this is a whole new kettle of fish.

"Baby!"

You're snapped out of your vicious cycle of thoughts by your needy boyfriend. Part of you couldn't bare to, well, lay yourself more-or-less bare for him. But, you know that he won't quit his pestering unless you do.

With one last withering glance directed at your reflection, you take a deep breath before calling back, "Coming!"

Despite the fact that your bathroom is the mere size of a closet, and your bedroom not much bigger, the walk to your boyfriend feels like a damn marathon.

Gnawing at your bottom lip nervously, you clear your throat to catch his attention. It seems that you'd taken so long to pick yourself apart in the mirror, he'd resorted to flopping on your bed. You wondered if he'd taken a short nap in the time it took you to put the Na'vi clothing on.

But when he sits up, it's clear that he's very much awake...

"Baby..." Lo'ak's voice comes out in a husky whisper, laced with want. "Fuck..."

"I know, I know, it doesn't look quite right on me-"

"No."

Your eyes widen at his stern tone. He's always such a joker, such a playful flirt. But looking into his eyes now, hearing his voice, you've never seen him so serious.

"No," he clarified again, "it looks perfect. God it just...shows everything off just right..."

He groans, letting his large hands roam freely. His grip is firm and possessive, yet appreciative and gentle all at once. Barely an inch of your body goes untouched, and you're too dumbstruck to make your usual quips about him being so handsy.

In fact, this excites you. A lot.

"You really like it that much?"

Your question is like deja vu from earlier, but this moment is different somehow. Heated. Wanton. Desperate.

Lo'ak reluctantly detaches one of his hands from your soft belly, instead using his long fingers to hook under your chin with a feather-like touch. He eyes you through those long lashes of his, his fangs peaking out above his bottom lip as his breathing grows erratic as his voice drops an octave;

"You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

All you can do is blink down at him and slowly shake your head, inching a little closer. Since he's sat on your bed, holding you stood between his thighs, you're more-or-less at eye level. He takes the opportunity to tease you, going in for a kiss before pausing as his lips brush yours and he whispers in a gravelly tone.

"Why don't I show you, then?"

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Proposing to Floyd with a Ring Pop

This lovely image was made by @hoboyherewego and I think @traumxrei-archive may wanna see this

Gender Neutral, Cursing, Sam is your partner in Dumbassery

You and Floyd have been friends for a good while now. Ever since you arrived at NRC, you both clicked with each other and became good friends. However, it was time for the next step, a major step in any friendship: to become besties.

Best friend isn't a term to be taken lightly. It was a huge deal. Your bestie is your bestie. To go from friends to best friends means to be able to truly trust one another and be able to shit talk people together. Furthermore, it is the stage where you can dump all of your trauma on the other than sneak out to a McDonald's at 3 am to cope. The title 'best friends' is a heavier title than 'husband' or 'spouse'

You still your beating heart as you peruse around Sam's shop, looking for the perfect ring to present to Floyd. Sam noticed your serious expression.

"My my, little imp, you look so tense! What's the matter?" "Sam, I think I found… the one." At that Sam's expression beamed. "I could tell by your expression alone, so you found the one, huh? I'm sure you want something unique, just like them." You nodded, as Sam started to pull out more rings from behind the counter.

Taffy, honey, licorice, cherry, and all sorts of high-end and beautiful rings were brought to you, yet none seemed to match the one who had your heart. You sighed in defeat and shook your head, ready to give up until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Sam looked into your eyes before holding out a box. "Feast your eyes on this, surely it's exactly what you were lookin' for?"

You snap open the lid to the small box before you. The ring inside shone so brightly it nearly left you in tears. A deep turquoise blue raspberry body, with green– almost black– accents running through it. The very top of the ring had a deep purple grape swirl in the shape of an eel. This was the one.

You gave Sam a heartfelt hug and forked over a small fortune (0.99c) for the ring. Sam gave you his best wishes before waving you off. Now all you had to do was pop the question, but where? Where would Floyd want to be when proposed to. Knowing him, he would love it to be a public affair, especially in front of his loved ones. That's when a light bulb went off your head. You knew where to propose. Tomorrow. Tomorrow you were going to make it official.

Today. Today was the day. Today was the day it was going to be official. You held the deep purple velvet box to your chest as you approached the cafeteria. Deuce and Ace shot you a glance at the box.

"Don't you think you're taking this a little too seriously?" Deuce asks, genuinely concerned. Ace nudges him, holding in tears, "Nah, I say they aren't taking it seriously enough! You better give us a fucking speech, Yuu." You look back at your other besties, memories of the time when you proposed to them coming back into your head. "I just hope he says yes."

"Relax, it'll be fine! Me and Deuce will be watching from afar okay?" Cherry and Blueberry. Those were the rings you proposed to those idiots with. You remember it like it was yesterday. The way Ace was moved to tears and Deuce's passionate "what the actual fuck" plays through your head. You know what? They're right! You'll nail this! Floyd will definitely say yes.

You slinked off to where Floyd usually sits, ignoring Ace snickering behind you as he guides Deuce to another table. You saw Floyd chatting with his fellow dorm members. Azul was pinching the bridge of his nose at whatever Floyd was saying, Jade was listening while eating with his chopsticks politely.

When Azul opened his eyes he spotted you. "Ah, hello there Prefect. Is there something you nee–" "Floyd." You interrupted Azul and dropped to one knee dramatically right behind him. The impact of the drop made Jade's food tray rattle and his eyes widen in surprise. Floyd turned around, eyes wide, but amused. "Eeeh? What's this shrimpy~?" He purred in that beautiful voice of his. You swear you heard Ace losing his shit in the background.

"I know we haven't known each other very long, but I have feelings for you. Very strong feelings. You've been an amazing part of my life and I want to make it official." Tears rolled down your eyes as you spoke, and Floyd's eyes went wide as he saw you pull out a box. "Sh… shrimpy…" Jade looked on amused at the proposal as Azul sighed, yet he still watched.

"Will you…" you opened the small box, revealing the ring to him. Floyd let out a gasp and covered his mouth, trying his best to hide a smile. "Will you be my bestie, foreve-" "OH MY GOD YES, YES I WILL!" Floyd immediately tackled you into a hug, lifting you up and squeezing you before spinning around in circles. Ace didn't even bother to hold back his laughter anymore, and even Jade let out a chuckle.

You pulled away slightly, much to Floyd's annoyance, but that annoyance was replaced with delight when he saw you present the ring. Floyd stuck out his hand, allowing you to slip the ring onto his finger. He admired it for a moment, before immediately cronching on it. His eyes were closed and the corners of his lips were in a lazy smile as he chewed, looming like a puppy. Azul had his head in his hands, but who cares what he thinks.

Floyd hoisted you up, bridal style, and held you close to him. "Come on, Shrimpy!" Floyd laughed out. "We're gonna skip class and go celebrate!" And just like that, you and Floyd eloped, running off into the sunset together to celebrate becoming besties. Your relationship flourished as besties and was known worldwide for its seriousness. Even hundreds of years later after you both have passed, historians look on at what is the most beautiful recorded friendship ever. There are plays and songs of you two. Many have goals to be as close to someone like you and Floyd. But even in the future, the tradition of proposing to become besties was a common thing now due to you.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hey could you do a smut klaus x blackreader the reader is marcels sister visiting him but klaus doesn’t know that reader is marcels sister so klaus and reader hookup and when marcel finds out he flips out?

Shit. Marcel.

i was lead across a sofa waiting in one of the living rooms in the compound like my brother had requested when someone stormed in. I knew immediately who this once, Marcel had warned me plenty. I looked him over noticing his lean body, you could still make out his muscles through his slightly too tight henley, it clung to him perfectly. His arms were crossed over his chest, he was giving a dominant stance, he was in a bad mood, that was clear. The fabrics of his clothing were obviously to the best quality, it looked soft to touch. I glanced down at his jeans, the dark material must have been new on, they didn’t look worn at all. His leather boots also looked untouched, vampire or not i still wear the same clothes pretty frequently, how many outfits did he have?

A throat cleared and i looked back to his face, stubble ran across his jaw, only really noticeable when close up. His lips were perfect, a lovely shade of pink, maybe a tint of red? They’re full and look so soft. His nose had a slight curve to it but i could tell his side profile would still be highly attractive. The apples of his cheeks fit his face well, maybe he’d have dimples? I met his pale blue eyes though they seemed to somewhat darken as i studied them, the smallest traces of green danced within them, turquoise maybe? One brown raised and only then did i realise he had said something, his lips now pulled into a smirk, a very very distracting smirk.

“i know that i’m a nice view love but i don’t enjoy repeating myself” his accent was stronger than i had imagined, then again i also sort of pictured him to be more bulky, hard features and dark hair for some reason, maybe to suit his oh so dangerous reputation.

“uhuh well could you just this once, i wasn’t listening” i smiled sheepishly as i turned over to lay on my stomach facing the man over the edge of the chair, i wetted my lips and adjusted my hair.

“yes that much was obvious, i asked who you were” he looked annoyed but somehow adorable at the same time, i’m not sure if his lips were purposely in a slight pout or naturally. His foot tapped slightly gaining my attention and he look thoroughly amused

“y/n” i stated simply looking to his hair. He used top quality conditioner for sure. His curls were natural and went well with his his face.

“right well y/n could you tell me why you’re in my house?” i made a long ‘mmm’ sound before pursing my lips thinking it over. If he knows i’m marcels sister he’ll probably get all cocky. If he thinks i don’t know much then he’ll be a little more chill.

“I’m one of Marcels vampires” i decided to go with an easy option

“i haven’t seen you before” great he’s just as paranoid as my brother said.

“well there’s a lot of us so i’m not surprised” i muttered rolling my eyes

“yes but i think i would remember you, i wouldn’t forget a face like that” ah smooth. I let out a laugh at that which had both his eyebrows rising as he watched me push a hand to my mouth

“really? why’s that? am i just that beautiful? am i like an angel that dropped from heaven” sarcasm dripped from my voice as i giggled through it. If Marcel were here he would’ve been on the floor, this guys 1000 years old and you can just tell he’s going to be cheesy. I glanced up at him to see a more genuine smile on his face as he watched me calm down

“well i would have argued you were very beautiful but now i’m not so sure you need the flattery” he mused walking closer and sitting on the arm of the chair i was on, i decided to stretch my arms over his legs before turning round to lay on my back, i leant back using his thigh like a pillow

“well what can i say? perhaps i’m just a vain person, look we already have something in common” i clapped enthusiastically until his hand came down a grabbed both of mine keeping them together. I couldn’t help the little wave of excitement it gave me seeing his hand move to grip my wrists, his hands were much bigger than mine, i followed the veins from them up to his forearm, his sleeves were slightly pushed up allowing me go see his strong arms. I groaned at the idea’s running through my head and i heard a him chuckle lowly

“you’re either a new vampire who can’t control their lust or just haven’t been satisfied for far to long” he squeezed my wrists with one hand and pulled them up over my head, my arms now over his thighs as-well.

“maybe i’m just bored” i muttered watching his other hand move to touch my torso. I was wearing a tight top, it was cropped too allowing his fingers to feel my rich skin. I could feel my panties dampen under my shorts and i shifted a little to become more comfortable

“well it just so happens i have nothing to do, perhaps you and i can help each other” he murmured putting his hands under my tank top, my bra was strapless and so he easily pulled it from my body making me gasp. The pads of his fingers lightly stroked across my nipples and i arched up to meet his hand

“i’m meant to be waiting for Marcel” i muttered trying to remind myself that if my brother walked in i would be very much dead and so would Klaus

“what could he have that you want?” he questioned with a pinch and i moaned softly

“oh fuck it” i huffed vamp speeding him flat on his back on the sofa straddling his waist. I leant down and forcefully kissed his sultry lips, it was a kiss of raw need, lust, desire whatever you want to call it. It was rushed and sloppy. A fight for dominance with our tongues which i eventually gave into and was immediately flipped back around, his crotch rubbed against mine as i pulled his head closer, my hands were now in his fluffy hair tugging harshly making him grunt into my mouth. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising manner, i wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him as close as possible. His chest touched mine as we parted, both panting heavy breaths and i lifted the henley over his head throwing it to the floor before reaching down to his jeans. He quickly kicked them off before dragging my shorts down, he didn’t waste a second before removing my underwear as-well. I groaned as the cool air hit me

“so wet for someone you just met” he muttered leaving open mouth kisses down my body. My top was the only thing i still had on but he let wet patches on the fabric where his mouth was anyway. I spread my legs wider as he sucked along my thighs, i sighed bringing my hand down to run my fingers through his hair making him look up at me. I didn’t look away for a second as his tongue licked a strip all the way up my pussy, i gaped slightly as he pushed his mouth against me, sucking at me like i was his last meal, i forced my eyes open to keep on his.

“fuck you’re good” i laughed breathily as my nails scratched his scalp lightly, he groaned and plunged his tongue deeper inside me, curling it and just touching my spot, i pulling his locks closer getting him to hit the spot better, i moaned out lowly while watching him. His eyes went back to my core and he let his nose brush my clit, i gasped at the shot of ecstasy running to my lower stomach.

“we don’t have time for this” i mumbled mostly to myself than him and reluctantly pushed him away. The confused look on his face was priceless as i moved to sit up

“what are you doing?” he questioned seemingly offended

“i don’t have much time, i’d rather your cock than your mouth right now” i muttered crawling towards him and claiming his lips with mine once again to keep him quiet…and maybe because i just liked his lips. I pulled away sooner than last time and moved my hands to feel his pants. He was very much ready, and very well endowed, i’m not sure why i was so surprised but i definitely wasn’t disappointed.

“aw so hard for someone you just met” i quoted him mockingly and his jaw clenched

“you’re the one who couldn’t keep your eyes off me, you were desperate before i even walked in” he definitely doesn’t like being embarrassed, his cheeks were turning a shade of pink as he spitted his words back at me

“says the man who immediately went to touch my tits, you want me to stop Klaus?” i whispered as i pulled him from his boxers and stoked him slowly. His hips jerked slightly as i brushed his tip with my thumb before he grabbed my wrist with a growl

“i think you’re overestimating your power sweetheart” he murmured shoving me onto my back, both wrists were pinned above my head tightly as he gripped himself in his hand. He paused for a second and glanced at me, he was asking me? i gave him a little nod and with that he pushed inside me, i moaned out feeling his size stretch me, my eyes closing as my back arched to him

“struggling to adjust are we love? is my cock too big for your tight little pussy?” i groaned at his words while he fully seated himself inside me

“you’re accent is far too pretty to say such dirty words” i laughed as i squeezed around him a few times waiting for the discomfort to pass.

“what would you prefer i say?” he asked sounding shocked at my honesty

“i’d prefer you just fucked me” i whispered with a roll of my hips gasping as he slid out a little before back in as my hot walls swallowed him again this time only pleasure coursing through me. He began moving his hips to mine slower than i expected him too, it allowed me to feel every vein of his thickness as his hard dick caressed my walls making me groan deeply.

I opened my eyes to see his shut tightly, his lips parted as soft breaths escaped them, he looked peaceful sort of. Content maybe. His hand’s grip went slack against my wrists letting me reach my hands out to touch his angelic face. My thumbs stroked his lips lightly and he picked up his pace, i sucked in a breath as he got deeper inside me, a familiar knot twisting inside. I wrapped my legs higher up his body getting him to hit just right as he now pounded into me harshly, brows furrowed and his breathing now a pant. I quietly moaned his name as his tip seemed to rub my spot at a supernatural speed.

I moved my hand down between our bodies and let my index figure touch my throbbing clit making me whimper louder than anticipated. His eyes opened slowly, looking down to my hand before he guided away from myself and rubbing my stomach lightly

“sorry love” he muttered before having his own fingers circle my sensitive nub having me moan his name much louder. The combination of his hips snapping to mine, cock slamming into me and his warm fingers playing with me perfectly in time had my legs shaking slightly, back arched so much my breasts brushed against his chest bringing that extra sensation that had the knot inside screaming to come undone. I gripped onto his back feeling his shoulder blades flex beneath my fingers as i applied pressure with my nails. He twitched inside me while i clutched him tightly, my head fell back presenting him with my smooth bronze neck. I heard him groan as his lips pressed to my skin, my throat tingles where he touched, my clit pulsed faster and my walls tightened drastically

“can i bite you sweetheart?” he whispered letting his teeth graze my neck

“as long as it isn’t with your werewolf venom then yeah” i whispered back impossibly quietly but he still heard me

“i don’t think i would ever want to harm someone as heavenly as you” i breathed another laugh at that.

His teeth sunk into my flesh, the feeling utterly euphoric as my walls squeezed once more tightly as i came with a cry, he groaned against my throat, his hips stuttering before coming to a halt as he released thick ropes of himself inside of me, the full feeling making me moan loudly once again while his fingers slowed on my swollen clit before pulling away.

His face left my neck for a second before he brought his tongue back to swipe across the healing wounds

“so gorgeous” he muttered grabbing my jaw and kissing me once again, his tongue already dancing with mine as i tasted my own blood and pulled him closer.

The sound of my ringtone caused me to pull away making him groan as i reached out to grab my phone

shit. Marcel.

my eyes widened and i sat up way too fast, forgetting he was still inside me, i whimpered quietly as i pulled myself off of him. He sat watching blankly as i quickly got redressed holding the ringing phone

“hey uh, i’ll see you around yeah? okay. Thanks for keeping me busy, you were great” i kissed his lips quickly before stumbling out the room and answering the call.

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I had been staying in my own apartment while visiting my brother, we had learnt from past experiences that when we live under the same roof we just bicker and get pissed off. We love each other but that doesn’t mean we have to do everything together.

I hadn’t seen Klaus since, probably better off, he had a werewolf who was pregnant with his child and a blond psychiatrist who were probably swooning for him. He was a busy guy, if didn’t even think about him…that much, i didn’t think about him that much.

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Marcel and i had just been out for lunch, we were catching up on everything that had happened the past few years and how he felt about the whole originals situation. I had decided to walk him back to the compound as we were halfway through our conversation when we left the café and my apartment wasn’t far from him.

I came in for 20 minutes or so as nobody else was in, he showed me the changes to the interior he had done since my last visit and i met some of the new vampires.

Just as i was walking out of the door i walked straight into something hard. I swear i opened the door.

i looked up to see Klaus. ah shit.

he looked surprised and quickly wrapped his arms around me making me panic slightly knowing Marcel was just behind me

“wouldn’t want you running off again would we love?” he whispered pulling me flush against him

Suddenly Klaus was shoved off of me and Marcel had me behind him

“what do you mean again? don’t you touch her” he warned as Klaus went to step closer to me. I bit my lip nervously and grabbed Marcels hand

“we met- the other day and i left pretty quick is all” i smiled innocently and Marcel studied me closely before his eyes widened and he stepped back

“tell me you did not sleep with Klaus Mikaelson” i blinked at him, the second i opened my mouth he began talking again

“oh this! this! is fucking fantastic! I mean really you know that this is the wrong time to do something like this! wars are happening everywhere and you thought that was a good idea” he gestured towards Klaus aggressively and i shrugged my shoulders

“we actually only really covered the situation today and i fucked him the first day i was here soo…” Marcel brought both hands to run down his face as he sighed loudly

“neither of you ever, ever speak to each other again, that will never repeat, am i clear y/n” he was staring straight into my soul

“i dunno at this point i might just do it again to piss you off” i shrugged and glanced at an extremely confused Klaus, who was a combination of amused, slightly nervous and just lost

“you dare.” he whispered quietly as he pushed me out the compound quickly as i laughed. The door slammed behind me and immediately i heard yelling, objects shattered and the smell of blood. Fuck.

I vamp sped back inside and dragged Marcel off of a bloody Klaus

“would you just calm the fuck down for like two minutes” i growled as i held him back. Klaus remained sat on the floor clearly surprised at the outburst

“that fucking mutt put his hands on you, i’m going to end him if it kills me too” yea that seemed to bring Klaus back. His eyes yellow as he ripped Marcel from my grip and tossed him against the room. He punched him once, twice, three times before i sped in the way and took the fourth hit crying out at the force of his hit. Immediately both men shut up, no hands were thrown and silence took over the room. My eyes remained on Klaus’s as pure fear settled on his face, Marcel gently touched my cheek where i was hit

“i’m so sorry, oh god i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to do- that! i wasn’t, i didn’t” Klaus was backing away quickly wiping his hand on his shirt nearly tripping over his own foot

“it was my fault, i overreacted and purposely got him mad, lets just get you home okay, i’m sorry y/n, you know i wouldn’t-“

“no it’s fine, i jumped in the way, i knew he’d get me instead it’s okay, i’m not hurt, I’m a vampire, i heal, both of you just apologise to each other and i’m gonna get a drink or something” i gave Klaus a small reassuring smile as i left the room.

By the time i came back they were both sat down quietly.

“i’m sorry i hurt you” klaus whispered and i gently pet his hair

“that’s okay, i forgive you” i mumbled rubbing my thumb over his pouted pink lips

“and i’m sorry i slept with your sister, i wasn’t aware”

“it’s fine i overreacted, it’s not like i’m not seeing your sister so you know”

“damn what a fucked up family” i muttered taking a sip of my drink

“right so i’m gonna head out, you two good? nobody’s gonna scream the second i leave?” they both nodded

“alright then, see both of you soon then okay?”

“i’ll see you tomorrow?” Marcel offered snd i nodded shrugging

Klaus looked at me almost hopefully before side-eyeing Marcel. I wrote down my number and handed it to Klaus ignoring my brother’s eye roll

“see you soon Klaus” i whispered and quickly kissed his cheek before going to my new home

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imaginepirates · 9 months

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Beck and Call

The reader is an employee of Beckett's, working as an entertainer to gather information at social events. While getting a little too close to clientele for Beckett's taste, you're pulled off to an unoccupied room so he can remind you exactly who's in charge. Of course, things get frisky from there.

Please note that the reader is fem. Also know that the fic features a heated makeout session and strip-tease, but no full nsfw content.

@emdrabbles @tesserphantom @viper-official @hellspawn-brownies @groovy-lady @ghoulishbehaviour

~3300 words

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What first caught your eye was the rather loud waistcoat. Even from across the room, the amount of embroidery looked egregious. It was somewhat made up for by the tasteful choices in color, which managed not to clash with each other on the bright fabric. If the Lowell family were known for anything, it was their flamboyance. And annoyingly good hair, you thought to yourself, touching your own lightly to ensure the pins were staying in place.

The wearer of said offending waistcoat was the youngest of the Lowell boys, quite eager to prove himself to high society. He was a handsome sort, with a sharp jaw and a ready smile, all blonde curls and shining eyes. Open to speaking about anything, too, which was exactly why you were there.

The boy’s father had just come into a position in the House of Lords, and would be yet another influencing factor on trade. Your job was to make him talk, to see how open his father might be to working with your own employer, a certain Cutler Beckett. Beckett was always looking for political sway, so you were always dragged to social events to eavesdrop. Spying was too harsh a word, he told you, though you knew he’d let you call it whatever you liked as long as the job got done.

Thankfully, all socials needed entertainers, and entertaining made you just interesting enough to speak to. You could, of course, pose as some highborn lady, but for the Lowell boy, nothing less than the most dazzling performer would do.

You struck a captivating figure, even you had to admit. Beckett had near outdone himself—he wasn’t one to be afraid of dressing you immodestly, but your dangerously low neckline was nothing short of scandalous. Your dress, a dark turquoise mantua the color of stormy seas, was accented by embellishments of white and gold. Tiny satin roses sat along a creme stomacher, and lace spilled out from the elbows of your sleeves and along your collar. False ringlets hung at the sides of your face, giving the illusion you had more hair than a head could hold. Your jewelry, too, had its own extravagance. A pearl necklace lay at your throat in three lengths, and your earrings featured one dangling pearl apiece.

Truth be told, you felt a little like a trussed up doll, but you supposed that was all you were for the evening anyway.

You took your place amongst the musicians, keeping an eye on the boy as you went. You made sure to pass by close enough that he had no choice but to notice you, and you blushed prettily as his gaze trailed after you. Eye contact. If you’d learned anything, meeting a man’s eye for a brief moment was more daring, more alluring, than any dress you could ever wear.

Working for Beckett required a wide range of abilities from you—singing, dancing, pianoforte, social skills—and you were always expected to put them to use. There were the other necessities, sometimes, like good aim, which you preferred to leave to Mercer, but you learned all the same. Tonight, thankfully, all that was required of you was your voice

So you sang. Backed by a small ensemble, you provided the music for partygoers to dance to, raking your eyes over the crowd all the while, taking in the social scene. You stood at the perfect spot for observing who talked to who, and which groups avoided each other, and if anyone’s dress was out of season, and whether or not the Lowell boy accepted drinks from waiters.

Oh, and Beckett’s piercing gaze.

Nobody else noticed—nobody else could—as Beckett watched you from the corner of his eye. His stare raked across you, making gooseflesh rise on your arms and a shiver run down the back of your neck. He watched, of course, to make sure you were doing your job, and that his eyes weren’t the only pair drawn to you. But you had been under his employment a long time, and you knew his many looks, and the darkness in this particular look was one he reserved for precious few people. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him direct this look to anyone but yourself, which gave you a little too much satisfaction.

This look was one of desire, and you’d be damned if you didn’t capitalize on it. Beckett wasn’t the only one who could toy with people.

The performance over, you mingled with the crowd, graciously accepting compliments and putting on a dazzling smile. It didn’t take long for the boy to be drawn over; his eyes carding over you with clear interest, and you knew it wasn’t just your voice drawing his attention.

“That was positively breathtaking.” He had a pretty smile, you conceded to yourself, but was full of foppish energy you’d have to brace yourself against.

“Thank you.” You pretended to be flattered.

“You’re breathtaking, as well. Wherever did you get that dress?”

The problem, you found, was that he was really and truly interested. All his excitement was genuine, and as much as you hated to use it against him, it was your job. “The silk is from China,” you lied. China sounded much more interesting than Bristol, and he wouldn’t know the difference.

Soon, he was talking about his father, and you listened to every word. When the topic of spices and textiles arose, you slipped Beckett’s name into the mix, mentioning him as the gifter of your dress. To the Lowell boy, it was nothing more than an offhand comment, but you knew Beckett’s name was in his brain now, and as sure as he was to mention you to his father, he would be mentioning Beckett as well.

It was when you let him inspect the pearls at your throat that you noticed Beckett’s glare from across the room, hot and fixated on the spot where the boy’s fingers made contact with your skin. You had the sudden feeling you’d done something wrong. Oh, the show you were making of yourself wasn’t truly vital, no, but surely Beckett couldn’t be upset about it.

Surely he couldn’t be jealous.

Mercer appeared by your shoulder in short order, seemingly out of nowhere. “I’m afraid the songbird is needed elsewhere,” he drawled. “I’m sure she’ll be back in not too long.”

“Oh, of course.” The boy smiled, bidding you farewell. “For you, I can wait.”

You rather hoped he didn’t.

You let Mercer drag you away from the crowd, though his iron grip on your arm wasn’t wholly necessary. You had no doubt who the order had come from—you were at the man’s beck and call. A thrill ran through you; you couldn’t help but feel a little excited. After all, you’d succeeded in making the famously well-restrained Cutler Beckett snap under the weight of jealousy. But you were apprehensive, too. There was no telling just how he would react, and though you weren’t afraid, necessarily, you were aware he could cause you discomfort without doing harm.

Mercer pulled you into a library, oak shelves making a maze of the room. At the back, Beckett sat in a comfortable looking chair, rising unhurriedly to greet you. He gave you a casual once-over before turning away to inspect a row of exotic artifacts, affecting disinterest.

“You’ve taken quite the shining to the Lowell boy.”

“Well,” you started, taking on the same air, “shining is the word to describe me tonight. You’ve made sure of that.”

He turned back to you then, regarding you darkly. He wouldn’t fall for any of your charm; at least, he’d be aware of your acting. You couldn’t fool him.

But you didn’t need to. Despite trying to make it look otherwise, he’d already given away his attraction to you, and it only felt right to give him what he made you give others. You couldn’t get shy on him now—that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted your acting, even if he knew that’s what it was. You were a performer, and he liked a show.

“Your…enthusiasm…in tonight’s assignment was unparalleled. I’ve never seen you take such an interest in any of our potential clients before.” Beckett looked up at you through dark lashes. “Though,” he paused, brows knitting together ever so slightly, “I do wonder why that boy in particular caught your attention.”

You fingered one of the small roses adorning your dress, trying very hard to seem like you weren’t thinking critically about your answer. “Oh,” you sighed, letting your chest rise and fall a little more than natural, “you know how it is. He’s young and pretty and has so many stories and so much energy. One can’t help but get pulled into his halo of excitement.”

Beckett snorted. “Please. You’re too smart to find any substance in that sort of personality.”

“It’s not his personality I need to find substance in.”

Beckett’s eyes flashed with an intensity you’d never seen, dangerous. You were in deep waters now, you realized, and there was no backing out.

“Of course,” you continued, “we would need an empty room and locking doors. I’m sure you could procure something of the sort, given our current atmosphere.” You waved a hand, vaguely gesturing at the library. Then, you stilled, looking back at Beckett with your brows raised as if a thought had only just now occurred to you. “You weren’t hoping for something similar, dragging me in here, were you?”

Lighting quick, Beckett had one of your wrists in his hand, pulling you closer, his breath ghosting across the shell of your ear. “I know what you’re doing. I wouldn’t test me, if I were you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and the nerves in your wrist crackled with some electric impulse triggered by Beckett’s touch. It took everything in you not to gasp. You hadn’t expected his hold to be so tight, but he kept you in a vice grip, and you knew then and there you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

You steeled your nerves. This was a game, and you had to make your next move, risky as it felt.

“Or what?” You whispered low in his ear. Your free hand made its way to the joint between his shoulder and chest as if to steady yourself on him, a teasing touch. He breathed deeply against it, and the light press of your fingertips became the flat of your palm.

“Or I’ll show you just what can be done in an empty library.”

He pulled away abruptly, a tidal wave of relief cascading over you. The onslaught wasn’t over, of course, but he was giving you a respite, and though you weren’t admitting defeat quite yet, you’d take it.

Beckett sat back in the chair, relaxing, a smirk resting on his face. “Go on then. Show me how you would seduce this boy.”

You nearly balked at the suggestion. Whatever you’d been expecting, it wasn’t this—this forwardness, so casually put, not a trace of hesitancy to be seen. You only wondered for a brief moment whether he was serious; the confidence in his deepening smirk told you all you needed to know.

You straightened. Beckett wasn’t going to back down, and his words weren’t a suggestion. They were an order. That thought alone made you weak at the knees.

Always start slow. This was a seduction, and a seduction called for a certain amount of teasing. Anticipation was the true key; keep your voyeur waiting until they simply couldn’t wait any longer, until they became too enthralled to turn away. You began with the pins at the back of your dress, letting the pleats and folds in the back fall with each steel fastening removed. Heavy fabric settled on the floor, the back of the dress now more of a train.

Beckett was still perfectly composed, but the effect of your efforts was clear. His eyes followed your every movement keenly. You took advantage of it, having nowhere to set the pins but the small desk beside him. You bent down, allowing him a good look at your décolletage, and you were gratified to see him draw in a breath.

Next to go was the stomacher, also pinned in place. Here, the true divestment began. Once the stomacher was off, the front of your stays would be on full display. You’d known Beckett a long time, and he’d seen you in plenty of compromising positions, but never like this.

Eye contact, you reminded yourself. More alluring than any dress. More alluring than any undress.

Beckett settled back in his chair as the stomacher came undone, staring openly at the space it previously occupied. You wondered how often he’d had the chance to see women’s undergarments so personally, but waved that though away, bringing your hands up to the ruffled sides of your bodice and slowly, ever so slowly, peeled it off your shoulders and let it drop to the ground.

Beckett readjusted in his seat. You could hear his breathing, now, and his lips sat slightly parted, as if he could taste you on the air. Your arms, now bare, felt the chill of the library acutely. If you shivered, it wasn’t from the cool alone—Beckett’s eyes raked over you with undisguised lust, making it hard for you to keep from blushing. You were all petticoats, well beyond the definition of improper.

You untied your silk skirt, a matching turquoise to the bodice, never taking your eyes off Beckett’s own, even as his wandered. You had to slip it off over your head, but you managed it smoothly. That too you dropped on the floor, letting it slide right out of your fingers.

Beckett’s eyes met yours again, though you could tell he was getting impatient. You loosed the panniers from your sides where they hung to give your skirt its volume, dangling them from your fingers. You walked towards him, setting the small hoops down atop the pins you’d put next to him. Precious little covered you; your modesty was saved by your chemise, though you didn’t expect it to last.

For a long moment, you and Beckett stared at each other. You were close enough to touch, but he refrained from reaching out, clearly interested in what you would do next.

“May I use the chair?” You didn’t wait for a response, raising one foot to the seat just next to Beckett’s thigh. Your stockings had to go, and you began untying the garter fastened just above your knee, your chemise now hiked up to reveal a sliver of skin. One of Beckett’s hands moved, seemingly involuntary, and you smiled, shaking your head.

“Look, don’t touch.”

Beckett’s eyes snapped up to yours. It was your turn to give orders, and you weren’t about to play fair. You unlaced your garter, dropping it in Beckett’s lap. Then, inch by inch, you rolled down your stocking, only divesting yourself of it when you were sure Beckett felt tortured by it. He exhaled, resting his head against the back of the seat. But he smiled—a genuine smile—and you knew you were doing the right thing.

“Dear god,” he breathed, still watching as you undid your other stocking. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man. Otherwise I’d already have you bent over a desk somewhere.”

The way he’d grabbed you earlier, you didn’t doubt it. “And have everything over with so quickly?” you teased. “That’s no fun.”

“You have a point. Though, if you keep me waiting much longer, I might not be able to help myself.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you blushed a little in spite of yourself.

The moment your other stocking hit the floor, Beckett was out of his seat, spinning you around to press you against the wall. You gasped but didn’t resist, relishing a little in the way his hands explored you, running down your sides and pulling you closer by the hips. His lips brushed your neck, and you tilted your head to give him better access.

The first kiss seared your skin. You found purchase in the back of his waistcoat, digging your fingers into the fabric to steady yourself. He continued his administrations down to your shoulder, where his teeth drew your attention to the soft bite he left above your collarbone. You couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped you. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have marks littering your skin come morning, and they’d be on display for everyone to see. You considered that this very thing might be his intent, but his lips at the tops of your breasts distracted you entirely.

You felt his smirk more than saw it, and you knew he was taking great satisfaction in all the little noises you kept making. His touch became hampered by your stays, but he hardly seemed bothered.

“Be good for me and turn around, yes?” He murmured.

You complied immediately, shocked by how quickly he made work of the lacings. You couldn’t help but wonder whether he ever meant to kiss you properly. A hint of disappointment wormed its way into your brain; you liked what Beckett was doing to you, that couldn’t be denied, but you didn’t want it to be all he did. You didn’t want to be a fling. If you were being honest with yourself, you longed for him to care about you, and you longed for him to show it.

You turned back to him appraising you, eyes raking over your form. The only thing covering you was your chemise, though you felt naked under his gaze.

“Kiss me.” You disguised your plea with as much confidence as you could muster. For a moment, you feared he wouldn’t understand, or that he would reject you outright, but all worry was wiped away as his lips crushed against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs with its intensity.

You were both panting when you parted, though Beckett looked like he could kiss you until he suffocated. The idea both thrilled and concerned you. You reached out, cupping his face in your hands, watching the surprise on his face turn to mild desperation as he leaned into your touch. You pulled him in again for a gentler, more tender kiss, and he sighed against your lips.

You’d never seen such softness in him before, and you were almost afraid of breaking him. His pupils, blown wide, remained fixed on you in a sort of daze, and to your great astonishment, a blush had crept up his cheeks.

He hadn’t anticipated this, either, you thought. This tenderness is more intimate to him than any power-play could ever be. You could explore him like this forever, you realized. Gentleness was something foreign to him, but he lost himself in it, needed it terribly.

Before you could get any further, a knock at the door had you pulling away from each other, gasping for breath and trying to shake off the little world you’d gotten so lost in.

Mercer slipped in, paying you and your state of undress no mind. He didn’t seem surprised in the slightest to see you both unkempt. “Lord Lowell has an interest in speaking with you, Sir. It seems the youngest Lowell boy has been talking with his father about you.”

“Ah.” Beckett recovered his composure with impressive speed. “I’m glad to hear our little bird sung so sweetly as to sway him.” He looked at you teasingly. Mercer stepped out, affording you some privacy and Beckett a moment to get himself back together. “An unfortunate interruption. Though I do hope you won’t mind resuming later?” You were pleased to see a glint of hope in his eye—he wasn’t as unaffected as he liked to pretend.

“Oh,” you leaned in, whispering in his ear, “I’m counting on it. I’m still not sure you’ve shown me quite everything one can do in an empty library.”

I've never put dividers in my fics before, so please tell me if you liked them!

#potc #pirates of the carribean #cutler beckett #cutler beckett x reader #lord beckett #potc fanfiction #fem!reader #x reader #beckett x reader

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adobe-outdesign · 20 days

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YOU ENDED UP GETTING ME INTO NEOPETS NOW SO WHAT R UR THOUGHTS ON JETSAM(S)? IM A SUCKER FOR SHARKS LOL SO IM RLY HOPING TO GET ONE AT SOME POINT

Jetsams are sharks, and are meant to be kind of a counterpart/natural predator to the dolphin-like Flotsam; to the point where the two looked near-identical. Nowadays there are more differences, with the Jetsam sporting two fins, sharp teeth, slightly different markings, and an upright posture. Personally, I like to think of these two as a case of mimicry, with the Jetsam having evolved to trick Flotsam from a distance.

Visually, the Jetsam has a nice tough look to it that gives it a lot of personality, and the way it sits upright plus the two fins gives it a bit more uniqueness so it isn't just a normal shark. My only issue with it is that the gray underbelly is a bit too dark and low-contrast. Gray as the accent color is fine; it just needed to be a lighter tint.

The Jetsam benefited quite a bit from customization, as its old art was starting to get very dated and needed a redraw anyway. The new Jetsam looks a little less tough, but the smile is nice as it shows off their teeth, and it gives them a fun kind of mischievous look. The overall look didn't change much, but the head has been changed significantly to have a much better, less wonky shape to it, and the markings now stop above the mouth instead of near the eyebrow. The shape of the hind fins have also been improved, and they're one of the only pets who can make the customization fists look good.

Favorite Colours:

Maraquan: How do you make an underwater version of something that already lives in the water? Make it into a deep-sea fish, obviously! The overall design is easily recognizable as a Jetsam, but its been given a horizontal posture with bioluminescence and an angler fish light/teeth. The palette is great, using neutral browns and greys for the body and bright neon blues for the accent color. My only nitpick with it is that the teeth feel a bit busy and don't quite make sense if you look at them too long, but overall, this is a great design.

Pastel: The pastel Jetsam is just plain pretty, using a soft pink and turquoise palette. What really makes it work is that instead of using flat colors, it employs subtle gradients so the turquoise becomes blue in areas and the pink gets some subtle highlights. On top of that, it's also given a sunlight-under-water ripple texture, with a few small speckles on areas like the eyebrows and tail. A lot of effort went into this design compared to your standard pastel pet, and it really paid off.

Toy: Alright yeah, this one's just fun. The pool floatie idea is a great concept that works perfectly for the colour, and the execution is also really solid, including lots of raised plastic ridges, seams, and plenty of highlights to give it that plastic look.

My only issue with it is that weird handle on the side of the head. I guess some shark toys have these, but I've never seen one personally and it honestly just looks distracting and kind of out of place. Also, I do wish it was semi-transparent (think like the good Jelly-coloured pets), but that's not a big deal. Still a really good colour regardless.

BONUS: The robot Jetsam has a mostly red and white palette with a few black accents, and it works really well for this pet. I love the visor, and the patterning on the fins is really neat. Both versions are fine; the UC/styled version looks a bit more robotic, but the customized version reads a bit better overall.

#neopets #neotag #neopet reviews #jetsam

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hello, i'd like to request a matchup! i'm in my 20s, significant other/male matchup please

my friend's description:

she can look intimidating at first sight but once you get to know her, she can give the deepest conversations, intellectual topics and the best listener when you need someone to talk to instead of advices. She is quite lazy to go somewhere but can spend hours in department stores. She never judges someone and open-minded to any opinions but is very loyal to her own beliefs and is very prideful. She expects decent-level respect from everyone which can be stressful to herself. In terms of relationship, she needs someone who is quick-witted, observative and needs to know their ways to make someone talk their feelings.

random facts: i look bored/sleepy/angry normally, rbf in definition.. but im super timid and people pleasing, avoidant attachment, quick to drown in my head/thoughts, get quiet and dismissive when sad/angry, and the most important aspect of a person for me is their emotional depth and respect.

thank you sm!

hello, dear nonnie ! thank you for the info you sent <3 i hope you like your matchup ! i apologize too for the wait…

i’m publishing the ask since you didn’t sign it and i have no way to identify you otherwise, hope that’s alright with you.

your genshin impact match is someone who, much like you, looks intimidating the first time you lay eyes upon him. his smarts are definitely a good quality in him; though, at times, it can lead into him being less than good with feelings, bordering on harsh. In a parallel to your listening over advising trait, he’s the type to provide solid facts and practical solutions rather than comfort. If you are looking for someone quick-witted, who can hold intellectual conversations, he’s definitely your man.

well, can you guess who fits this description…?

✧ ALHAITHAM

What you deem to look intimidating at first sight, is, in no way, a setback for the scribe. I mean, take a look at him, he’s not the softest looking either, and yet, he cares (in his own way).

Your ability to be a good listener is something Alhaitham really needs. Even if he won’t express it at all, it is not frequently when he can lay his burdens on anyone else, often tending to shoulder them by himself. In addition, your tendency to listen over providing advice is something that really can favor our beloved former acting grand sage; he has the means to figure out his troubles himself, but, albeit not the best at making it obvious, he’d really appreciate and value the warmth of his lover by his side in his most trying times.

Don’t worry if you’re lazy to go out, Alhaitham isn’t the most adamant when it comes to outings, nor is he fond of crowds.

However, that smile of yours, when you browse through department stores, all sparkly eyed and radiating joy… he could stare at you forever, like this…

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Bags keep accumulating on the scribe’s strong arms.

For once, he can’t say ‘no’.

But did he really want to ever deny you, when sunshine itself seems to cling to your frame as you run from one place to the other?

From bookstores you spent hours perusing, giving your lover the puppy eyes every time a tome was too high up for you to reach; to shops filled from floor to ceiling with plushies, to the most crowded clothing stores, the subtle smile on Alhaitham’s lips doesn’t waver.

“Alhaitham! Look, look! Isn’t this bag super pretty? It matches your eyes!” You excitedly wave, holding a turquoise handbag with golden accents for him to see.

His jade-like stare, however, is paying little attention to the object in your hands, favoring instead the crescent outlined in your lips.

Now, Alhaitham has always considered himself in control of his impulses, but right now, you’re making it pretty damn hard.

If it weren’t for the several bags he’s carrying, he’d wrap his arms around you and kiss you breathless right here, right now.

He loves you too much, though, so he’ll humor you.

“Hmm you’re quite right, darling.” He states, gaze sharp, set on the hue of the accessory you’re holding. “I do think it goes very well with the shade of your skin and hair, don’t you think so?” Your boyfriend smirks, aquamarine stare glinting behind the silver edged waves of his soft looking strands.

“Huh, you really think so?” You prompt, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. Stepping closer to him, you run a hand over his abdomen, stopping with your palm flat over his chest. “In that case, I’ll really have to get it, no?” You practically purr into his ear.

“As long as you’re happy,” the scribe lets out, voice low, managing to balance your new acquisitions and take your chin in between his fingers at the same time, his lips teasingly brushing yours.

As you stand there, frozen and smiley, he takes the new bag from you, paying for it while you dreamily stare at him from a distance.

You can’t wait to start discussing the new books you got today with him later tonight.

And well, your lover can’t wait to kiss you properly later, no people and intense lights around.

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You being loyal to what you believe in and prideful are attributes Alhaitham really admires from you. Even if at times he can be a bit stubborn, both your personalities can easily reach agreements through debate, due to your open minded nature, which brings us to the next point.

You mention you’d like someone who is quick-witted, so fear not, Alhaitham is plenty quick-witted. With him, no argument is boring, both you and him exposing your facts and reasoning, rather that rising your voices.

He is very observant too, and even though, he is not the best at expressing his own emotions, he can tell when you’re starting to feel uncomfortable or hurt, resulting in him backing off and putting your feelings first.

For that same reason, in moments when you drown in your thoughts, or get detached because you feel angry, sad or frustrated, Alhaitham knows without you having to express it verbally. In these instances, it is not rare for him to just sit by your side, book in hand, as he wraps an arm around you. If you lean into his touch, your head resting on his broad chest, he’ll take that as an indication to run his hands through your hair, soothing the whipping waves of your rage or despair.

If emotional depth and respect are aspects you value in a partner, well, Alhaitham is definitely a complex individual in that sense. As aforementioned, he may not be the most adamant at making it known, but he definitely has an elaborate set of morals and emotions very few are privy to. In rare moments, however, when it’s just you and him, you get to see his more tender side; even his more explosive feelings if you ever got into a dangerous situation.

Considering everything, I do believe you and Alhaitham would make a really nice couple, with lots of interesting conversations by candlelight, as the stars of Sumeru’s distant skies pass over you, bearing witness to the facts on romance you write through hands intertwined and gazes scanning the same page.

✧ RUNNER UP: NEUVILLETTE

You and Fontaine’s chief of justice share some traits in common: looking serious, but being softer than your appearances suggest. You, having a timid temperament and a tendency to people pleasing; him, being sensitive but not fully knowing how to express it.

This man is the epitome of respect. A true gentleman, he’s totally the kind to open doors for you, carry your back, be sure you’re walking on the inner side of the sidewalk, while keeping a protective arm lingering at the small of your back.

If you seek someone with a depth to their character, there’s definitely a lot to unpack when it comes to Neuvillette. He is mysterious, highly intelligent, and way more softhearted than his imposing aura suggests. Just please, hold him softly while you figure out the puzzles of his soul.

I can envision deep philosophical conversations between you and him as well, be it on justice, the latest discoveries on Fontaine’s technology or simply a new mystery novel you’ve picked up, discussing who’s the culprit and trying to piece together the yet to be unveiled facts.

#genshin impact matchup #genshin impact matchups #astronetwrk #alhaitham x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x you #neuvillette x you #genshin matchups

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Part One (Astral Express

Random post ideas I got, but I'm just listing my opinions on aspects of the HSR designs, including things I may dislike or would at least change about certain playable HSR design, because I am currently planning some of my own designs/redesigns to use for future art

Disclaimer!! I am not a professional character designer, I am not saying any of my ideas for them are objectively better, and I am not bashing any of these designs. I actually like most if not literally all of the playable designs so far! This is just my lil opinions of how I would change them

The List part 1:

Stelle: I actually like the turquoise band around her thigh, I just don't like how they didn't take the opportunity to sprinkle in some more of that color into her design. She had a lot of little details in her outfit, especially the back of her coat, so there's a lot of places where a few splashes of turquoise could be added whether in those little details or in some of her other adornments just so that the band stands out less . I think I would change more than just that ofc, but that's one of the things about her that stood out the most to me. Also honestly? Maybe I would scale down the sheer amount of detail she has on her back (which as someone who has tried to draw her from the back view o h my g o d), and add some more detail on her sides like her arms and her legs maybe? I dunno, I think her design is really really nice, but there are places the amount of details could be more evenly spread to.

March 7th: While I don't mind her design that is especially center around her top half, March definitely has a clutter design particularly around her waist when you look at her full body in detail. Clutter that manages to mix in some odd color choices too/ I'd probably clean it up, or better place the little bits of clutter to feel like it matches more and change up the colors in order to at least go with the rest of her outfit. Like the gold makes sense, not only with her details of golden buttons throughout her design but also the golden ticket she holds showing she is passenger of the Astral Express, but why the black fabric? How is it supposed to work in terms of construction with the rest of her outfit, I'd keep her black to only the little accented bands on her thigh and neck rather than anything big on her waist. Why is the thing holding her camera orange, why does she have this random bright green button, why does she have seemingly two different belts?? I think March would have a better sense of what goes together than that. Overall, still an adorable design.

Dan Heng: He is very nicely designed, and I think a lot of his personality comes through in it, way better than any alternative for him. I feel like I can get a better sense of his nature and overall how he feels and who he is in it. The one unfortunate aspect of his design for me though is that it feels a bit... bland? for a lack of better word. Not that he's devoid of details or anything, very nice to see him not having a particularly busy design, but a lot of those meaningful details tend to be pushed to his back or his arms. I would probably bring a few more of the details that can be to the front or maybe add more? It just feels as though there is something lacking in the design, maybe more on a coloration front than construction. Speaking of coloration, I'd likely change the way the details around his waist are colored, all the same hue and yet different shades also getting an ombre? It's a little messy, but not a big issue to be honest. That's just my view of it though, still love his design for how much it really lets his character shine through unlike Another One which I will eventually get into and explain my thoughts on in the Luofu post.

Himeko: Listen, she's beautiful, she's gorgeous. I absolutely adore her and her color palette especially, it's such a nice blend of elements with the gold all mixed in. However, her silhouette is awful like it's so messy, and I really dislike how weighed down she feels. I wish she looked just a bit different, wish her clothes looked a bit lighter. She's a Nameless, she's their navigator, she's the one who repaired the Astral Express herself!! I wish she had more details to reflect all of that, and I already have ideas for how it could be done that would end up alleviating some of the weight placed on her with all of those heavy, layered fabrics. Additionally, I think there's a better way to highlight those elements while still making her look elegant, gorgeous, and ornate. Yeah, I love Himeko, I do like her currently design a lot, but I think more could be done to show off more sides of her. She's the one I probably have the clearest image for so far. Like I can imagine her in a nice set of slacks, a deep brown tone that goes well with her coat, and either on the sides or the front of the bottom, they have slits revealing these ruffles showing through similar to the ruffles of her coat sleeves. They have golden adornments along them, very sleek and fitting her figure well to keep with a very elegant appearance. Perhaps she has suspenders as well, maybe only one side to fit with their habit of asymmetrical designs. All with a nice white blouse or even some kind of button up, buttons popped open and collar folded in a more fashionable style. Even more hammering on the asymmetry, maybe for side where she actually wears her coat, the sleeve is much shorter to not interfere with the jacket's ruffles. I don't know, that's just a little idea of changing up the construction of her outfit that I had, but I'll see how it looks on paper when I draw it.

Welt: Okay listen, I need to look up more about his lore before I can truly say anything about him. Looking at his design, and with what I do know about him, I do adore it. His color palette here with the grey tones making up the majority of it for his upper body with the accents of an almost like cool toned brown and the darker shades of grey and black coming in. It's so nicely balanced, I don't feel like he had too many elements or too many overlapping fabrics that complicate the shape. It's a competent design, and while I think someone with more knowledge on him could find more places to add details, with what I know about him, I do really like the way he looks. If I were to change one thing... I would give him more wrinkles. I know why his physical appearance doesn't match what his true age is, but I still think he deserves a few more wrinkles PLEASE that's the only way I can think to truly elevate him at the moment, give him a few more wrinkles he'd look so good with them. Whenever I see art of people giving him more wrinkles I ascend... Okay well, I can think of something I would do color wise, but I'm still on the fence about it.

I think I'll leave things there for now. I don't have as much to say on these designs in particular. I think generally they're pretty solid, and even with the ones I can think of more changes for like Himeko's, I still greatly adore a lot of elements from it. The Astral Express' base designs definitely aren't the ones I have a lot of gripes with or things to say aside from suggestions for Himeko, we'll get to those eventually (those ones in particular are Serval and DH IL, both for primarily character reasons rather than aesthetic reasons like some other opinions I have.) But yeah, the next post will be for the Stellaron Hunters since I couldn't fit them into this so look out for that!

#sorry again about welt's part being weaker #I really need to redownload honkai and get back into it #but yeah uh #when i get my hands on talking about dh il I will have a lot to say #His standard 4 star design is sm better character wise than his dh il design and I will DIE on that hill #the only way you can take me off of it is with my head on a stick im so serious #and i'll get into why later I promise #it's very very character focused not like aesthetics #bc honestly? love the aesthetics and ornate details of it I like the meaningful things hidden within it #but uh... lots of problems with how dan hengs character doesnt shine through AT ALL in that design esp in one of the most important aspects #like this design connects to a big reveal about dh and his past and how he feels about certain things #and yet the design doesnt convey anything more than the bare minimum and its such wasted potential to me #anyways #enough of that #i will be drawing these eventually #so stayed turned #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr stelle #hsr trailblazer #hsr march 7th #dan heng #hsr welt yang #hsr himeko #jaxie rambles #<- gonna start organizing posts with that tag to more easily find stuff or even to mute it if people want me to shut up XD

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littlefroginthegarden · 5 months

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Sold to Heartsteel 5/24

look at part 1 for tags (also you should obv start there with reading)

now this is starting to go somewhere! im having so much fun writing the boys! :)

Part 5

It doesn’t take me long to unpack as I only have my most important things with me. After putting my clothes in one of the drawers, I set my laptop and graphic tablet down on the couch table and put my makeup in the bathroom. With more than half an hour left, I decide to change since I’m still in my school outfit. I put on some black skinny jeans, an oversized band shirt (not Heartsteel, that would be cringe), black with blue accents and a thin choker. I’m a little bit hyped to finally use the huge mirror in the bathroom to do my makeup. With practiced motions I do quick smokey eyes with a gradient from turquoise to black (you might have picked up on a pattern by now). When I’m just about to finish the second one, I hear a soft knocking from the door.

“Give me a few seconds, I’ll be right there!” I yell and the knocking stops. I quickly finish the second eye and lean back for a second to assess my work. It looks pretty good so I turn around and quickly open the door. Aphelios is waiting in front of it, leaning against the wall. He looks at me with a smile and then turns, leading me to the stairs. I follow him nervously, suddenly realizing what is going to happen.

We descend into the entrance hall from earlier and from there through one of the mysterious doors. As soon as he opens the door, I can hear voices, laughing and chatting with each other. I can’t see who they belong to yet but I know who we’re supposed to meet and my heart sinks. The room is L-shaped and seems to be a living room. There are posters on the walls, many warm lights, some plants and when we round the corner, I can see an absolutely massive couch. With the rest of Heartsteel lounging on it. It takes everything to keep myself from squealing and I try to hide a bit behind Aphelios who snaps his fingers to get attention.

Everyone turns around and looks at us. Aphelios signs something to the boys and they grin at me, seemingly excited to meet me.

“Hwei! Nice to meet you, dude!” Sett yells, giving me a little wave with his massive hand. I’m still just nervously smiling, not sure what to even say.

“Hey, you can come over, there’s more space on the couch, sit with us!” K’Sante says, giving me a fatherly smile. I slowly move towards them, Aphelios following me.

K’Sante laughs and pushes Kayn to the side, who gives him a “fuck you!” but is grinning the whole time. I sit down between them, making myself as small as possible, worried about making someone uncomfortable by being too close or something. I look around and see Sett pulling Aphelios towards him by his hand, sitting him on his lap and holding him tight. Aphelios slightly blushes when he sees me watching so I look away. In between me and them there’s Kayn, who sits there sunken deep into the couch, his body tilted towards me, arm casually draped over the couch’s backrest, looking at me with no attempt at hiding his curiosity. I quickly turn my head before going completely insane. I mean I just met all of my idols. And they’re all staring at me. K’Sante next to me is just sitting there relaxed, looking into the round, clearly trying not to make me as nervous.

I nearly jump when someone taps my shoulder and my head spins around to look at the boy around my age who sits on the backrest. He has similar hair as me, just a bit brighter. He gives me a big grin and says “Nice hair!”

“thank you” I quietly stammer, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Aww you’re so shy, it’s cute!” he laughs and my face is probably beet-red by now.

“Stop bullying him, Ez.” Yone hasn’t said anything until now but I’m so glad he’s pulling everyone’s attention onto himself. Not that I minded Ezreal's teasing, it’s just all very overwhelming right now.

#heartsteel #ezreal #yone #kayn #sett #aphelios #ksante #hwei #league of legends #riot games #riot games music #heartsteel headcanons #hwei pov #hwei x heartsteel #not gonna tell you who though hehe youll have to find out i guess #heartsteel mlm #transmasc character #this is just a trashy fun little project #dont take it too seriously

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tekeruthechaotictrap · 7 months

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It has been a long while since I've made a fanfic so um... please enjoy this Lackadaisy fanfiction about my funky lil'OC. If you have any sort of advice on how I could get better I am always happy to hear!

Lament of a Nobody (Chapter 1)

Meeting Mitzi May.

"Yes Rocky. I understand honey, goodbye now."

The beautiful woman walked into her office, whilst attempting to get the needy Rocky away from her for a little while. It was clear from the look on her face that this day was terrible so far. Mitzi May, as always, had her hands full running the Speakeasy left behind by her late husband. Unfortunately, the day would not get any better. Something she'd realise as she walked towards her desk.

"Long day Mrs May?"

An unknown voice would speak from behind Mitzi. When she turned surprised, the fact that this was a stranger was further emphasised as she had seen an unfamiliar face. It belonged to a russian blue cat, one who was short, smooth-faced and young. Saying he was 5'4 would have been a stretch.

"Who are you?" Mitzi would say in her gorgeous southern accent. Subtly reaching for something behind her desk.

"You needn't arm yourself ma'am, I mean no harm."

The Russian Blue would say. Strangely enough he did sound quite reassuring, something about his soft voice combined with his unassuming looks made him seem like he could be trusted. Luckily Mitzi has been in this business for a while and knows even the most unassuming can hide some darkness.

"And how do I know you're telling the truth?"

The young man responds quite quickly.

"I heard you speaking to someone I assume may be an employee. You could always ask them to check me."

Mitzi would raise an eyebrow, still understandably suspicious of the stranger in front of her. She'd stare in silence until saying in a raised voice.

"Rocky, honey! If you're still out there, could you come in?"

Almost immediately, a tabby cat in blue fedora, blazer and pants rushed in.

"Yes Mrs M!" Rocky would say enthusiastically, a wide manic smile (seemingly) permanently on his face.

"Honey, can you check our.... unexpected guest for any weapons?" Mitzi would ask of Rocky.

At this Rocky would turn to the intruder. His smile would falter a bit. Looking somewhat confused. "You mean... the short one with purple pants?" He would ask. "OK then!"

At that moment Mitzi realised she hadn't payed attention to what the mysterious Russian Blue had been wearing. He was wearing a plain white button up shirt and some purple pants, as well as a white fedora with a purple band. Both the sleeves of the shirt and the trouser legs were rolled up, from this Mitzi begun to get some sort of idea of who the stranger could be. It was a far too familiar picture, so poor that they can't afford clothes and have to wear some family member's hand-me-downs instead. This made him even more dangerous in her eyes, some people who are struggling like this will do anything for money. Even being payed by a competitor to take the boss lady down.

As she had been mulling this over, Rocky was patting down the stranger as instructed. "Not a gun, not a dagger, not even a toothpick!"

"Thank you Rocky, you can leave now." Mitzi would reply.

"Are you sure Mrs M? He could still be dangerous."

"Yes Rocky, I am certain I can handle this myself."

Rocky hesitated a bit before leaving as instructed.

"So..." Mitzi would say, motioning for the stranger to take a seat in front of her. He would quickly comply. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"I was wondering if I could work for you at your establishment." The young man spoke cordially. But yet again, Mitzi couldn't shake the feeling there was something buried behind that strange politeness. It was there and then that Mitzi took into account the details of the young man's face. Round, one not in this situation may have even called it 'cute', and a small polite smile. However, the eyes are a different story. Turquoise irises glared at the woman, an almost predatory stare. Mitzi recognised those eyes as the eyes of someone who knows exactly what they want, whether what he wants benefits her or not. She it yet to know.

"Honey, you want to work for me?... how old even are you?"

"I recognise that I am of short stature, but I am an adult. I'm 19."

Mitzi would pause, thinking about her next steps carefully.

"You know, this seems pretty... suspicious from my perspective. You show up out of the blue and simply state you want to be employed. How do I know you're not from some, rival Speakeasy who wants to take us down from the inside?"

"Who would want to do that? No offence ma'am but your establishment has been hitting some hard times."

"Well... I don't even know your name!"

"I'm not at liberty to discuss that."

"That's, yet again, very suspicious."

"I understand that-"

"What should I even call you if you don't want to give me your name?"

"John Doe."

There would be a sudden pause as Mitzi looked at John in confusion.

"As in... what doctors call people who's names they don't know?" She'd ask

"Yes."

"OK then, John Doe.... why should I hire you?"

"I am a hardworker, with many skills. I will do whatever job you ask me to. And, I'd be doing it all for free."

Mitzi would look shocked. That last sentence was unexpected, it went against the assumption she had made earlier about John.

"For.... for free?"

"Yes, something tells me you'd be quite happy about that. Your empire is crumbling after all, some free labour must be quite good news for you."

Mitzi would stay silent for a while, mulling everything over. It was clear, whoever was in front of her, was a walking mystery, a talking contradiction.

"I see that you require some time to think. I understand that this must hard to process. I'll be back soon." John would say, getting up and turning around. However before he could take a step he could hear Mrs May's voice.

"Wait!" She'd sigh slightly. She was apprehensive about what she was about to say. "Be at the Little Daisy Café later. 9pm at the latest. Horatio will be infront of the entrance at around 7:30pm waiting for you. Show him the pin I'm about to give you. Go to the speakeasy, get to know the place before I give you your first job."

John would smirk, his fangs on display. He had gotten what he wanted, whether that benefited only him, or the speakeasy as a whole too is yet to be determined. He'd turn back to Mitzi for a moment.

"Thank you ma'am, you won't regret it. Oh and, by the way. You don't need to give me a pin. I already have one."

He'd bring up his shirt collar to reveal that he, indeed, does have the signature lackadaisy club pin. Leaving Mitzi confused once again. Before tipping his fedora and giving a courteous "Farewell" before turning and this time actually leaving.

#lackadaisy #fanfic #oc #no beta we die like atlas may #lackaOC #lackafic #mitzi may #rocky rickaby #tracy j butler #Lament of a Nobody

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someone made a fan interview for Cassidio, so I thought I’d make my own interview to elaborate on some things.

Q: Who are you?

“I am Cassidio- my surname has been lost to time. When I had a more…conventional corporeal body, I was a witch doctor, or a sorcerer of some sort, as I like to say. I used to love plant life, succulents and cacti to be specific.“

Q: Why come to Snaktooth?

“COME to Snaktooth? I’ve known nothing but this island.”

-> Q: What Was life like on Snaktooth when you were alive?

“Beautiful. That rotten Gorge used to be a flourishing metropolis; I happily called it my home. For such a large community, we were all connected. We valued the well-being of our neighbors more than we did ourselves, well, that’s how they thought about everyone but me.”

-> Q: Do you remember anyone from back then specifically?

“…yes. I’ve long since forgotten his name. He was a hunter, he would scope the falls and grove and bring me snax. He was…the only person who was nice to me.”

Q: thoughts on Bugsnax?

“It’s been an ungrumply amount of time since I’ve eaten one. I’ve been watching Wambus meddle with bugsnax, they have a lot of fascinating similarities to the plants on this island! I’ve been watching Wambus do everything as a matter of fact-“

-> Q: Oh yeah, thoughts on Wambus?

“Don’t even get me started. He’s so gentle yet can still be strong and blunt…his physique and voice…I love how dedicated he is, too! He loves his farm so much, if only he loved me as much. He even tends to what he thinks is an inanimate object so tenderly.”

-> Q: Thoughts on Triffany?

“Ugh. Hypocrite, hypocrite! She is the worst hypocrite! Poor Wambus, she only payed attention to him after she saw other benefits to returning to town! She thinks she’s soo perky and cutsie! She’s all-Ooooh look at meee!! I’m just a cute stout little lady with a cute little accent! I like snooping around in dead peoples stuff! If I was with Wambus I’d always be there for him! I’d never leave for my own selfish reasons!”

Q: …Is Filbo okay?

“I’m…actually not sure where Filbo is. By all accounts Filbo should be have taken my place in the cactus.”

-> Q: Is Filbo not in the cactus??

“No! What that would mean is that I accidentally sent him to the underworld, but that would also mean he couldn’t come back after I’ve returned to the cactus, which, he does.”

-> Q: …how many times have you possessed Filbo???

“That is a complex question.”

Q: What it’s like being a ghost?

“Not fun. Imagine being awake 24/7 and stuck in one spot for eternity. I hate this spiky hair and gross green I’ve dawned too, I miss my silky turquoise fur!”

-> Q: Is that not what you looked before you died?

“Here’s the thing about spirits, we cannot exist in this mortal plane without some sort of physical thing to be connected with. It’s either that, or you’re in the underworld. Anyway- the machination of your soul is more drawn from what you’re bonded to rather than your original body, hence my cacti attributes.”

-> Q: So if you stayed with possessing Filbo…

“If I were to stay with Filbo’s body for at least another thousand years, yes, I would eventually look like Filbo.”

Q: Any info on Lizbert?

“Who?”

Q: thank you for your time, strange apparition.

“Likewise. You may have Filbo back, for now.”

#bugsnax #bugsnax oc #lady cassidio #cactriffy #filbo fiddlepie

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ainyan · 7 months

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FFXIVWrite Day #18: Fish out of Water

a fish out of water

idiom

a person who feels awkward or unhappy because they are in a situation that is not familiar or because they are different from the people around them

“I’m not sure about this.” Kyszarin rubbed his arm uncomfortably as he gaped at the people crowded around Gridania’s Aetheryte. “It’s not too late to return to the jungle. We don’t have to interact with the village; we can be rogue Wardens. You’ve heard the stories. They’re out there, too; others who felt the village rules were too restrictive.”

Raine grabbed Kyszarin’s wrist, as enchanted by the sights as his companion was anxious. “Don’t be silly. Look at all of them! Isn’t that a miqo’te? They’re the cat-like ones, right? But that one is different,” he added, frowning at the hulking Hrothgar talking and laughing with his friends. “Disparity in male and female? But no, that one is male. I think.”

Since the miqo’te in question had an undeniably masculine face but was dressed in a short skirt and a top that on a female body would have been positively indecent, it was a fairly safe bet that regardless of what they identified as now, they’d started life as male.

Kyszarin barely spared them a glance. “There’s too many people,” he muttered, drifting closer to the other Viera. “Too many buildings. I’m too old for this, Raine. I don’t belong here.”

The younger of the pair stopped and grabbed his partner’s hands, forcing him to turn to face him. The shorer Kyszarin tilted his head slightly to meet Raine’s unhappy gaze. “You belong with me,” the turquoise-accented Viera told him, “and it doesn’t matter where we are as long as we’re together. If you really want to return to the jungle, we’ll return to the jungle.”

Kyszarin almost said yes - but then he caught sight of the sorrow in the taller man’s gaze and realized that Raine himself would understand all too well this sensation of being a fish out of water. Hadn’t he been exactly the same back home, hounded by the women to submit to their laws, to their rules, to them, despite his own personal inclinations?

Could Kyszarin truly ask him to return to that - or worse, to surround himself with nothing but jungle? He himself preferred the solitude and silence, but Raine had never been a man to be alone. Isn’t that what had led them to being friends, then lovers, in the first place?

The lavender-accented Viera sighed. As the older one, as the one more generally dominant in the relationship, it fell to him to be more adaptable, more willing to change. He knew this. And he thought, maybe, as he gazed around the Forest City, he could learn to like it here. Maybe he’d never come to love it - not the way he’d loved Golmore - but he could like it. He could like the people. The places. He could learn to live here with Raine in a way Raine had struggled to live in the Jungle.

“No,” he said instead. “Maybe this isn’t my pond, but there’s plenty of room in this pond for a couple of oddly-shaped fish.”

Raine relaxed and drew Kyszarin in for a light kiss. “Good. Come on. They said we should check in with someone named Mother Miounne. Let’s go find her.”

Raine dashed off, yanking on Kyszarin’s arm, and the other Viera had little choice but to follow.

He would have anyway; he’d follow Raine anywhere.

Even to another pond.

FFXIVWrite2023 Day #18: Fish out of Water

OCs: Kyszarin Asyret, Raine Inarin

AU: Bnuuys in Love

[ -- Master Post: FFXIVWrite2023 -- ]

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #kyszarin asyret #raine inarin #wol x wol #au: bnuuys in love

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 3 months

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Aricka Jackson character profile

Full name: Aricka Coral Jackson

Meaning: Aricka- eternal ruler. Coral- the sentry.

Nicknames: Little Mermaid, Ariel, Sea-Princess, Kelp Queen, Bubbles

Birthday: October 18th, 1986

Birthplace: Manhattan, New York

Home: 3.141. Long Island, New York, Half Blood Hill, aka Camp Half Blood

Face claim: Grace Phipps

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Physical Appearance:

Eye color: turquoise-teal-periwinkle blue

Hair color: dark brown, almost black

Notable features: a scar on her left wrist from sparring with Luke, freckles sprayed across her cheeks and nose, other scars from future fights to be added as I write them in

Jewelry: a trident necklace that’s enchanted to become a full trident weapon (Hurricane), and two dagger earrings that become actual daggers for defense. (Ocean and Chosen One)

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Mannerisms:

Accent: Manhattan accent

Temperament: she’s a fairly laid back, easygoing person unless you threaten those she cares about most, then all bets are off, and she unleashes the wrath of the ocean on you

Speech style: hesitant, tends to stutter unless she’s confident about a particular topic, uses filler words (like, um; ah) when talking

Quirks: has a loud, contagious laugh, gesticulates a lot when talking, randomly bursts into song when she’s bored, orders the same food anytime she eats out at any restaurant, if she has food she shares with the people around her, bounces her leg if she’s sat for too long, either walks really slow or speed walks, is constantly pushing her sleeves up or down, tends to slouch.

Positive traits: affectionate, ambitious, centered, courageous, creative, diplomatic, empathetic, friendly, generous, gentle, happy, humble, imaginative, independent, introverted, kind, loyal, merciful, optimistic, passionate, playful, sentimental, supportive, talented, whimsical

Negative traits: compulsive, cynical, disorganized, fanatical, impulsive, nosy, overprotective, timid, verbose, workaholic

Fatal flaw: selflessness

Drives/motivations: to ensure the safety of those she loves most, to ensure all halfblood children are claimed by their rightful Olympian parent, and to settle down with Casper one day and have a whole houseful of kids

Talents: surfing, swimming, anything to do with the water/ocean, singing, writing

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This or that

Private/public: she’s a very private person

Leader or follower: she’s the type of person to lead when lead to, or follow when she knows her strengths lie elsewhere

Daredevil/cautious: again it depends on the scenario. She is either cautious to a fault or a total daredevil.

Optimist/pessimist/realist: she’s a mix of all three; it depends what scenario she’s facing.

Speaker/listener: a mix of both; she knows when to speak and when to listen

Loud/quiet: she can be extremely loud or quiet as a mouse, there is no in between

Messy/organized: she’s hopelessly disorganized unless it’s her bunk you’re talking about

Solo/team player: more of a team player but has days where she needs to be alone

Introvert/extrovert: introvert all the way

Relaxed/serious: most of the time she’s a very relaxed laid back person but in a battle she’s all action

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Backstory:

Education: she’s been at camp since she was 12, and Percy was 5. She hasn’t had much public education but she’s learned from Chiron what she needs to know

First memory: Poseidon at her home, telling her he’s her dad, and that he will protect her as much as he is able to, and giving her a stuffed seahorse that she still has at her cabin.

Worst memory: the year Hera took Percy from her and he didn’t remember/know her

Best memory: it used to be when Casper kissed her for the first time but in the future it’s when he proposes

Most important childhood event: when Chiron took her to Camp when she was 12. That’s when she began her training and was given protection from the outside world, also when she got her weapons.

Most influenced by: her actions and the actions of those around her

Role models: her mom, her father Poseidon; her stepmother Amphitrite; her stepdad Paul, and her big stepsisters Kym and Beni

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Family

Bio mom: Sally Jackson

Bio dad: Poseidon

Stepmom: Amphitrite

Stepdad: Paul

Bio sibling: Percy Jackson

Stepsister: Estelle

Love interest: Casper Manaia

Pets: not necessarily pets but she has a lemon shark friend named Torpedo and a leopard shark friend named Electro

Best friends: Lee Fletcher and Travis Stoll

@yeehawselfshipping @hyperionshipping @callsign-revenge @rosieshipper @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship

#Aricka’s PJO fam #Aricka Jackson #Aricka x Casper #the sea princess and the trickster

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untilthenextencore · 1 year

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Linda Mujer Ch. 2~...

The day couldn't come soon enough. Though both Robert & Jimmy tried not to show it outwardly, once in their room each scoured their closet for just the right outfit suitable for their debut in her circle. In her club. They managed to secure a table & secret entry to the club by calling ahead. Another facet of their fame or Peter's name they weren't sure. Either way they were grateful.

Soon enough, both Jimmy & Robert found their chosen looks for the day. Jimmy chose a dark velvet suit & silk button up. Robert's suit had shimmery lame accents, his shirt opened for the first few buttons & his trademark love beads & turquoise jewelry as his accessories for the day. Both seemed suitable for such an auspicious evening.

The night of the show, Peter instructed the two on what gifts to pair with both their arrival & their note of introduction. He chose the floral arrangements; roses & carnations & the usual baby's breath. And despite their misgivings, thinking maybe champagne would be a better choice, he paired the flowers with a bottle of sparkling apple cider. An odd pairing. But Peter promised he thought it fitting. He told them that if it worked, they'd likely get the story later.

And so it was that later on, they made an odd pair of sorts - amongst the slightly more conservatively dressed denizens of the club - while bringing along their odd paired flower & drink tribute.

The club had a sort of baroque Spanish Gothic exterior with the interior caught somewhere between an old French club and a Gilded Age haunt. Red and black leather upholstered booths, dark wood tables, chandeliers & antique brass & frosted glass lights & accents. Though small, or rather intimate, there was room for an orchestra pit with an orchestra in white tie & tails. Very classy. Very old world.

Once at the club however, they found they were not the only ones with such tributes in tow. Men both young and old at neighboring tables & booths could be seen passing notes, flowers & gifts in tell-tale little velvet boxes to waiters with conspiratorially whispered words on just who to pass them to. Though it was obvious. All knew. All were politely refused & returned. No matter the size of the box or the brilliance of what glimmered inside. No dice. No sale. No chance.

It was enough to dissuade meeker men.

Not them.

Though unnerved, they trusted Peter. Trusted his choice. And they trusted that they could get in where others could not. It had happened before. So many times before. Perhaps it could again.

The next moment they found themselves distracted. The already dim lights went dimmer still, a spotlight centered on center stage at a large red velvet-draped curtain as the drumroll sounded & the orchestra kicked up. One shapely stockinged leg kicked out of the curtain and a cheer resounded from the audience.

The show was on.

Their gazes and attentions now fully fixed on the stage ahead.

That same stockinged leg had the spotlight travel up from toe to hip before it disappeared back behind the curtain. The curtain then parted to reveal a young lady with a mass of raven curls piled atop her head & pinned with crystal clips. Red lacquered lips, cat-eyed liner, softly blushed cheeks. It was her. The girl from the articles they'd seen before. The glamour girl herself. It was Merce.

She had a matching crystal accent on her black silk choker & at the center of the sweetheart neckline of her off-the-shoulder gown. A glittering dark black cinch-waisted full-skirted gown with ruffled puff sleeves and matching black silk opera-length gloves. Those gloved hands reached down and delicately peeled back her skirts as she danced about, to the cheers of the crowd.

She reached out & took the hand of a patron as she sang in smooth if softly accented English, curtsying to his wife & handing her a rose. Deferential. Smoothing things over before anyone could get too riled up.

Her whole routine was very much colored in Mexican culture. She held the petals of her dress aloft swishing it as she sang in Spanish now. The orchestra took place of a Mariachi, both its members along with a large portion of the audience joined her in song.

Both Robert & Jimmy enjoyed this bit of song and dance. Neither of course minded the peekaboo view of mile-long legs beneath her skirt as she danced. It had a sort of music hall homey sweetness. Very comforting. Familiar yet foreign all at once.

They minded even less what came next.

She went along & slowly peeled off her gloves one by one, flinging them into the audience. Jimmy ended up catching one. Robert arced his body & nearly dove to catch the other. The two of them grinned triumphantly at each other as other patrons grumbled.

Merce for her part curtsied in their direction before continuing with her routine. She removed the top layer of her skirt, revealing the shimmery petticoats underneath. Whirling the skirt around she then shielded herself from view, holding it just under her eyes at first & then inching it down, draping it around her curves. Soon that too was discarded into a small silken heap on the stage. As was each layer of her petticoat one by one after they were used in a sort of dance of the seven veils.

Whistles abounded as she undulated her way out of the wasp-waisted bodice of her gown, leaving her in the sweetheart off-the-shoulder bra top & matching bottoms along with her stockings, heels & choker. Another dance of the seven veils with her skirts followed as she inched her way out of more of her costume. Each swish of her skirt over her body brought a new revelation. A bared shoulder. Another clip of her top undone. At the end of the dance, the final result was half-revealed half-hinted at;

Merce then lifted & held the shimmery petticoat layer up, draping it across her body as she held her top aloft to her side between her manicured fingers. The swells of her breasts were just visible behind the fabric, nipples hid by her arm. She dropped her top suddenly before turning to kick up her heel at the last beats of the song, revealing a hint of shapely & similarly shimmery fabric draped rear before the curtain dropped & the show was over. Cheers abounded. Whistles. Calls for an encore. But it was all for naught. Her routine was over & the band kicked up signalling it was time to reset for the next act.

At that moment a member of the staff came to retrieve the tossed gloves. The moment had arrived. He was very apologetic for the trouble, offering a round of free drinks to the lads in return for the gloves.

"There's no need for that..." Jimmy started only to be cut off by his blonde compatriot.

"I'll have a cider, mate!"

Jimmy cut Robert a look to which the blonde responded.

"What? Why not? Might as well! As long as we're here! I mean they're offering!"

Jimmy swallowed his ire as best as he could before nodding & placing his order. "Jack & coke please."

Robert then followed up by passing the note to the gent. "And if you could, please give this to Miss Quintero?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. Miss Quintero doesn't accept gifts or notes from people she doesn't know." The man replied nervously.

"But I see gentlemen leaving for the stage door now?" Robert motioned to the gents leaving their tables to head to a stageside corridor then.

"They often try, sir. But she asks us to dissuade them. Though they still try. She doesn't accept gifts or money or anything. I'm sorry, sir."

"No need to be sorry, my good man." Jimmy smiled. "But I assure you this is different. If you can just take this note & tell her Peter Grant sends his regards. If she still refuses, just bring it back to us & after our drinks we'll be on our way."

"Peter Grant?" The man queried, looking to Robert & Jimmy as they nodded. "Alright. I guess it's worth a try. Please forgive me if it doesn't work & she still doesn't take it."

"No problem mate." Robert patted him on the back. "No harm done either way."

"No harm in trying, right?" Jimmy asked as he lit up.

The man nodded with a soft, "Excuse me..." and disappeared with the gloves & the note away down the corridor.

Robert & Jimmy received their drinks shortly after. They sipped & waited. By the third sip, however, the man was back. He looked incredulous. Stunned really. He spoke in an awed hush, clearly not believing the words he himself was about to say. "Please come with me, sirs. She'll see you shortly."

And with the roses & sparkling cider in tow they were on their way.

Down the corridor, they saw security doing away with a group of would-be suitors. Roses & jewels & stuffed animals were all being refused sight unseen. Some suitors tried greasing palms to no avail. No amount of money would help them gain an audience. Those same suitors grumbled & quite visibly & loudly griped at Robert & Jimmy being guided down yet another corridor that lead to her dressing room.

Once there, the man knocked on her door.

"Bueno?" A soft voice called out in Spanish.

"Señorita Rojas, it's me Felipe. I have your guests here."

"Gracias, Felipe. Un momento."

Felipe then turned & bowed to the two Englishmen. He then advised them, "Call me if you need anything", before disappearing.

Moments later, the door opened, Merce smiling a bright, eager smile as she fastened her dressing gown around her.

But that smile soon fell.

Merce replacing it with a quizzical look.

"There must be some kind of mistake." She pouted. "Can I help you two?"

"Miss Rojas?" Jimmy asked as Robert stayed in awed silence.

"Yes? Who's asking?" She asked, standing close to the door lest she needed to close it at a moment's notice.

"I'm so sorry. How rude of me. My name's Jimmy Page. This is my friend Robert."

"Plant..." Robert added, still a bit agog.

"I thought you two looked familiar." Merce nodded, only just then taking her hand off the door handle yet still remaining close by. "What can I do for you gentlemen? What brings you here?"

"You of course." Jimmy smiled. "That was a phenomenal performance. Stunning really. It was a delightful & dearly appreciated treat to be able to watch. Thank you."

"Thank you so much. I do my best to put on a good show. I'm glad to know it's appreciated." A small smile curved at her lips, yet full entrance to her inner sanctum was not yet allowed. "I must say, though this is quite a pleasant surprise to see the two of you here, I was expecting to see someone else with you. Hoping... I mean with the note and all..."

"You mean Peter?" Robert asked, suddenly snapping to.

"Ah, yes." She nodded. "He's not with you is he?"

"No, unfortunately." Jimmy cut back in. "We're close friends & business associates of Mr. Grant. Robert & I have known him for years."

"He manages us." Robert explained rather succinctly as always.

"I see..." Merce nodded, clearly still waiting for another shoe to drop.

"He sends his regards." Robert added, hoping to help smooth things over.

"He also sent us to invite you to join us at a party. He'll be there & I know he'd love to see you. Just as much as you'd love to see him I'm sure." Jimmy added with a grin.

Merce paused for a moment, considering their words & offer. "Perhaps... Give me a moment..."

And then at last.

"Please come in..."

Robert & Jimmy stepped in, seating themselves on a chaise in her roomy dressing room suite. Merce quickly dialed a number on the house phone, waiting until the other side picked up. "Hello, mami? Mami, I know you're expecting me at home but I was invited to a party. Would you mind if I go?"

Though they tried not to listen in, they could still hear Gloria gasp in surprise before enthusing. "Go! Go! Go, mija! Go! Go and have fun! Have fun! Have an adventure! You deserve it, my love! You work so hard!"

"Okay, mami. Thank you. Don't wait up. I'll see you in the morning. Love you." She & Gloria exchanged kisses before she hung up & then turned to regard Jimmy & Robert anew.

"Are those for me?"

At last Jimmy & Robert took the chance they were allowed to offer Merce the flowers & cider respectively. As they did so, Merce's smile widened. Brightened. Her eyes glittered as she inhaled the aroma of the bouquet. "Mmmm... He remembered..."

When she took the bottle, Robert explained. "I would think champagne would be better but he insisted on this instead."

"No, no, no..." Merce shook her head, looking over the bottle with a smile. "This is perfect. I love it. Thank you. Both of you. I don't usually accept visitors or gifts as I'm sure Felipe has explained to you. But this... This is different. Another thing entirely. Thank you so much."

Were those tears edging her eyes as she beamed at them?

They didn't have much time to consider as she turned on the small radio near on her dressing table, playing some Mexican boleros as she headed to the second room in her little dressing room suite. "Excuse me, won't you? I'll be a minute. Just let me pick a dress."

There was a dressing screen in the corner of the room, yet Merce dressed in the other room. The lads heard her call amidst a rustle of fabric & clicking hangers. "I don't suppose it's a black tie affair?"

"Ah, no. Decidedly more casual than that I'm afraid." Robert laughed.

"I figured. Something told me as much. Can't imagine what it was though. Something barechested perhaps?" She replied with a laugh.

Robert & Jimmy laughed.

"Smart girl." Jimmy grinned.

"I do try..." Merce countered as more rustling & the sound of a zipper rang out.

They heard her hum along to the music along with more rustling, the zipper inching up & light clinking at the end. Jewelry.

Within moments she reappeared back into the room.

And she was A SIGHT!

As was her chosen dress!

A dark black sequined full-skirted dress with layered puff sleeves and a nipped waist. She accessorized it with a shimmery star-studded shroud of a veil along with matching star jewelry including her crystal hairclips. She looked stunning. Yet, she still saw fit to ask as she checked herself in the mirror.

"How do I look? I hope I look alright. Do you suppose this will do for the party?"

"Phwoar..." Robert hushed.

"Is that good?" Merce asked. "By the way, would one of you mind helping me with the clasp in the back? I can't quite reach."

Instantly, Robert & Jimmy leapt to their feet.

Robert however was the victor this time as he reached her first & was the one to carefully secure the clasp to her gown together.

"You look lovely, my dear." Jimmy smiled, taking the opportunity to bring her delicate, manicured hand up to place a kiss to the back. "A true vision..."

Robert made a face at Jimmy over her shoulder to which he grinned. The grin widening as he saw Merce blush despite herself.

"Quite a gentleman aren't you?" She asked with a soft tilt of her head.

Robert snorted, leading Merce to glance at him over her shoulder quizzically before Jimmy's clasping both hands around hers brought her attention back to him.

"I do try..." He teased.

They shared a giggle before Robert came around plucking up her gifts with his left arm, offering his other arm to her. "Shall we go, luv?"

One hand caught in Jimmy's grasp, Merce nodded & linked her other arm through the one Robert offered. "Yes, let's."

Jimmy patted her hand & gave it a small squeeze. "We're off then..."

As they disappeared out of her dressing room, down the corridor & into the night...

Hope you all enjoy~!

As ever this is forever under construction~!...

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bleedinghearth · 5 months

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Theodore Augustus Ramsel. He thinks his name is incredible stuffy.

Dragon doesn't have a name. He's just The Dragon, and the descriptor stuck.

NICKNAME: Teddy, Red, Fireball, Copperhead, Rapunzel (hates this one), Hey You, Scales, Nightingale, and many, many more, depending on the verse and the relationship between him and other muses.

TITLE(S): Copperhead, The Dragon, Consigliere, Deputy (Retired)

AGE: 46 / 2 (Forty Six and Two by Tool is a good song by the way)

SPECIES: Metahuman*, Malbol'Giath / Extremely convincing dragon mimic

SEX: Male

NATIONALITY: Third-gen Scottish immigrant Evenite/Keftanian

INTERESTS: Cooking, crocheting, gaming, spear-fishing, homesteading, socializing... there's many interests he has, but he's alarmingly social for someone who's a traditional introvert. Dragon enjoys collecting things, as does Teddy, and they have masses of display cases and wall racks.

PROFESSION: Chef, consigliere (verse dependent), sex worker, auction-hopper, deputy sheriff (retired)

BODY TYPE: Swimmer body. He's lank and lean, with dense, not voluminous, muscle. He's just a little bit soft, having developed a small pad of fat on his stomach, but he's not going to get any bigger, his metabolism won't allow it. Dragon's body is the dragon equivalent, being slender, but muscular.

EYES: Turquoise with golden central heterochromia. Dragon's eyes are star-ruby red, bearing a light red ring around the pupil, and a bright red iris, with golden sclerae.

HAIR: Deep copper-red with a blond streak on his left side due to stress-induced poliosis. Dragon does not have this streak in his mane, which is a dark blood-red.

SKIN: Somewhat pale, but with a bit of an islander's tan due to his mixed heritage of Scots and Keftanian. He can get mass amounts of freckles, but he doesn't burn. Dragon's "skin," if you can call scales skin, is a dark crimson, and the actual skin underneath is charcoal black. Teddy is absolutely covered in freckles, as is Dragon, across the shoulders and cheeks, and Dragon is, charmingly, seal-point.

POSTURE: Straight and proper. He holds himself with confidence, but he tends to slouch a little when speaking to others so they aren't intimidated by his height. Dragon is consistently back straight, shoulders square, regardless of whom or for what purpose he's speaking to.

HEIGHT: 6'6"/198 cm, 18'/~5.5 m

VOICE: A low baritone with a broad, non-rhotic Scottish accent. Dragon also has this accent, but masks it somewhat with a phoned-in Received Pronunciation flair. His voice is deeper and rougher, and as The Dragon also carries a heavy note of resonance as his voice rumbles in his lungs.

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: A black leather biker jacket or a tanned bomber with natural wool lining, a wine- or blood-red turtleneck, black jeans, and either Hi-Tops, black leather boots, or black penny loafers.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Verse-dependent. In main verse, it's Jean, in the Theta timeline it's Airin, in the Beta timeline it's Sterling, and in the Upsilon timeline he has a few, including Adrian Tepes, Fenrir/Beowolf Lokison, Oswald Cobblepot, and many satellite partners.

COMPANIONS: Too many to list. This man is very friendly, and as such has many allies, whom he treats with nothing less than pure adoration.

ANTAGONISTS: Verse-dependent. In the main verse, effectively it's the ghost of Pieter Gravesen, Jean's abuser, who doesn't actually haunt Jean, but haunts his mannerisms and mentality. In the Upsilon timeline, he has many enemies, but the most threatening and prominent is Edward Hyde.

STRENGTHS: Immunity to heat and cold, immunity to blunt-force trauma and pressure, resistance to electricity, immunity to poison, super-human strength and speed, as well as his ability to toss out fire and ice with extra steps. Also immune to magic, and resistant to radiation. He's keen of mind, sharp as tacks, and an excellent cook.

WEAKNESSES: Has certain strongly-held values that when challenged, make it easy to get him worked up, he's too trusting, and patient to a fault, giving chances to people he probably shouldn't, and generous to people he shouldn't be. Also tends to play on both sides of a given court, even if he's firmly allied with one side by way of employment. He sees himself as above affiliation, and doesn't see fraternizing with the other side as turncoating if he isn't sharing information and just making friends.

FRUITS: Passionfruit, mangoes, peaches, pretty much any sweet, juicy fruit with bright flavors and a little bit of bite.

DRINKS: Black teas, like English/Irish Breakfast, Earl Grey, Lady Grey, and Darjeeling. Also enjoys florals like Jasmine, and greens like Oolong. And like any decent Scotsman, likes a good Irn Bru.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Malty, high-quality dark ales, whiskey, rum, red wine, sherry for cooking, plenty of cocktails, Hriob's brews, which can get him drunk, Triple Sec.

SMOKES: Cedar-scented incense.

DRUGS: Weed, usually, in either smokeable or edible form.

DRIVER'S LICENSE: In date.

Tagged By: @hriobzagelthewanderer

Tagging: @revunant @airxn @rathalascendant @fooltarot @paradisecursed and whoever else wants it

#OOC #about Teddy

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sundownsquad · 1 year

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Second Anniversary Asks #7— @voidika

Q: How did they choose the colors for their armor?

Knox: It was an incredibly complicated process that took six days and involved ten rounds of voting, two fist fights, and an agreement to the trade of a pack of contraband chocolate. Kess: It wasn't even remotely that exciting. Knox: They don’t have to know that lol Kess: The black and gray paint on our Shadow Trooper armor is what comes standard. We were able to replace some of the gray with the accent colors, though. Kess: Actually I should say Zio was able to get it so we could add some color. Nitsani: I might have had to do a little convincing to get the armor smiths to allow us to deviate from the standard. Speedy: by convince she means she annoyed them into submission Nitsani: Politely annoyed them into submission. Nitsani: I really wanted Sundown to be able to carry over some of the paint they had on their Katarn sets. Didn’t want them to lose that personalization. Drums: Yeah, the accent colors were on our commando gear. Those colors we got to choose. Knox: Originally we were all going to have the same color with different patterns on our Katarn sets, but we eventually decided to do the same pattern with different colors. We figured it would be easier to ID each other in the field that way. Speedy: i wanted to paint my armor radioactive green from head to toe but kess was all speedy the droids will shoot you immediately why do you want that Speedy: and i said you just dont want me to have nice things Kess: That never happened, you didn’t ask for that. Speedy: oh right Speedy: hey kess can i paint my armor radioactive green from head to toe Kess: No. Speedy: cant have anything in this squad im leaving Knox: 👋🏽 Knox: I chose red for my armor because it’s my favorite color, but I picked this specific shade of red because it's the color of the Iridonian Dagger Lizard! I just think they're cool, I don't know. Drums: I’m like Knox, I picked my color because it’s my favorite. Didn’t really have a direct inspiration for the blue I chose, though. I just messed around with mixing paint till I found one I liked. Kess: I picked the turquoise because it’s the same color as the tips of the feathers on a Corelian Kestrel. Probably not hard to figure out why I went that direction. … …

Knox: Speedy, you want to talk about yours? … … …

Knox: Hello? Drums: Wait, did he actually leave? Nitsani: I think he did 😂 Kess: No wonder it got so quiet in here. Knox: Ok, well, Speedy chose the orange he did because it’s one of the colors you can see in a Kaminoan sunset when the clouds finally part. More specifically, a color you can see in the sunset’s reflection on the ocean. He spent a long time getting the color right, too. Hard to match it when you can’t see it very often. Knox: There, I’m doing your job for you, Speedy. Kess: Where did he actually go? Drums: I think I can hear him in the mess hall, hold on. … …

Drums: Yeah, he’s in there getting some chips. He says he needs them to ease his suffering over the unjust denial of the green armor paint. Drums: I feel it’s important to mention that he said all of that with his mouth full of chips.

#Thanks for the ask! <3 #Group chat with the squad #Sundown Anniversary #Sundown Asks #Sundown Squad

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shadowqueen402 · 2 years

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Hi! Could you please write a fic about Balan getting hiccups, and it has some BIZZARE effects on Wonderworld and the people in it (Including the kids+inhabitants)

Teehee! Poor Balan, though!

Balan mentally cursed himself for drinking his tea too fast. Because now, he was having a bad case of the hiccups. This was bad, considering that he knew what these hiccups did…

A hiccup escaped Balan's lips. He covered his mouth in embarrassment. Suddenly, Lance came into the room and clearly in a sour mood. The parts of him that were purple were now pastel pink. And his tentacle-like hair was white with pastel markings. Balan almost snickered at this.

"Balan, may I ask why I look like this?" Lance had an aggravated look on his face. "The fact that I despise pastel colors shouldn't be hard to miss."

"Forgive me, Lance, it was an honest mistake I will say," Balan said. "I unfortunately have the hiccups today."

Lance seemed really peeved up about this. But he just growled in annoyance before he turned and walked away. Balan shrugged and went to see how the others were doing.

Jose looked around his Chapter in confusion. This was a farm, but now it looked like something out of a little girl's fairytail. There was pink EVERYWHERE. Jose saw splashes of purple as well. When he looked at his outfit, he was even more confused. He now looked like a royal prince.

"How…in the world…did this happen?" Jose asked himself. "I don't remember my stage looking like this… Maybe Balan would know…" He walked toward the exit of his stage, wanting to talk to the maestro.

But when he exited his stage, he heard the sound of hiccups. Standing on the Isle were Balan, Emma who had blue hair, Leo who now wore a cowboy outfit, Fiona who was in a gothic outfit, Yuri whose hair was now hot pink, Iben now wore a maid outfit, and Eis was in a chicken costume.

"What's going on here?" Jose asked.

"Balan has the hiccups," Yuri said, feeling embarrassed. "I don't like hot pink. It doesn't suit me well…"

"This…is not right…" Iben said, gazing down at her maid outfit.

"Gothic is not my type," Fiona said. "Plus, leather is not even waterproof."

"A chicken costume, really?" Eis asked, frowning at this.

"My apologies for the trouble," Balan said, shaking his head before releasing a hiccup. A scream was then heard from Lucy. Everyone turned to look at her stage.

Suddenly, Lucy came out in a soft pink ballerina outfit. Everyone stared at her, jaws dropping. "Why am I in a ballerina's outfit!?" Lucy exclaimed.

"Why are my eyes orange?" Cal asked. He came out of his stage, looking very confused. His turquoise eyes were now orange.

"My skin is now tanned," Cass said. "And I haven't been in the sun for that long." She had left her stage and now had the same skin color as Fiona's.

"What's going on here?" Haoyu asked, leaving his stage. He was now dressed as a rapper with a loose fitting tank top and baggy pants. He now wore shades on his eyes and the hat on him was backwards.

"That's what I want to know," Sana replied. When she left her stage, she was now wearing a red cocktail dress and black opera gloves. She also wore red stilettos and diamond earrings. Eis felt himself staring at Sana.

"Balan has the hiccups," Emma said while sadly looking at her hair that was royal blue.

"You're tellin' me," Leo said, frowning at the South-western accent he now had.

"What about Bruce and Attilio?" Iben asked. "Are they okay?"

"Who knows?" Jose said. "Should we check up on them?"

The sound of fireworks suddenly came from Bruce's stage. Balan flinched before he decided to go check it out. The hiccups didn't stop as usual.

When the maestro entered Bruce's stage, fireworks were blasting off everywhere. Thankfully, nothing about Bruce changed so it was a relief. Still, he was confused as well.

Balan hiccuped again, and the trash cans that were on Bruce's stage turned into stuffed animals of all kind. "Sorry…" Balan said to Bruce.

"It's alright, Balan," Bruce assured. "But you may want to get those hiccups checked out later on."

Balan nodded and left to go check on Attilio. Cass decided to follow Balan as well. But when they arrived in Attilio's stage, there were cushions everywhere! And Attilio was sleeping as well.

Balan facepalmed and sighed. Cass looked around and almost snickered at the sight of Attilio sleeping. And much to his dismay, Balan hiccuped again.

This was going to be a long day that Balan would NOT want to talk about.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #balan #silly #lance #leo craig #emma cole #jose gallard #fiona demetria #yuri brand #haoyu chang #sana hudson #cass milligan #cal suresh #iben bia #attilio caccini #lucy wong #eis glover #bruce stone

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