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skyllion-uwu · 3 years

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Oc? Infodump

I had this like all typed out on my phone and then accidentally closed Tumblr so now I'm doing it from my computer which is why I'm answering this later instead of when I woke up a few hours ago but YAY :DDDDDDDDDDD

So I've got 10 OCs! 11 if you count my sona, but they don't really have a story they belong to. Sky observes the other characters and record what happens which are what turn into my stories. The first 7 of these are from the same story and the other three are for a spin-off that exists in the same world. I'll also be reblogging this to my OC blog @skyllion-art-and-ocs because the links for my projects are broken and this will have to do until I get my Toyhouse page up. Not gonna say everything because I do plan on writing stories about them. All of them are trans and some flavor of queer

Jaxon (xe/xim): A minor eldritch being (I usually call xim a demon but I feel like this is a more accurate term) with amnesia! Xe woke up in a burning city and feels like xe caused it since xe's the only one left. After wandering around a bit, xe came across the only other survivor: a child named Bailey. Xe informally adopted her and they went off to Portland OR. There, Jaxon meets Robin and Holmes and falls in love with both of them. Xe has the ability to make copies of objects as long as they're a certain distance nearby. Oh, and possibly time manipulation powers? At least xe thinks that because they're all stuck in a time loop that resets whenever the world ends. Only xe and one other character remember the prior loops.

Bailey (she/her): A 7 year old girl. I don't know much about her backstory yet except that her parents started neglecting her later in life, choosing work over her. She started realizing this a couple months after getting sent to summer camp. When she returns, she finds everything in ruins and meets Jaxon. Like I said, they move out west. She has dyslexia and loves baking. She always tries to act happy around others. At least until she gets older but I'm getting ahead of myself

Robin (she/they): They're a teaching assistant! She specializes in special ed, which is how they met Bailey and in turn Jaxon. They're a bit of a nerd like their entire house is decorated in anime and video game merch and a hopeless romantic. This doesn't serve them well in some timelines.

Holmes (he/him): Originally supposed to be a one-off that I ended up loving too much. He's a serious, quiet, and a bit uptight man. He works at a coffee shop alongside Jaxon. He loves mystery novels and shows, but adventures themselves are super stressful. The most level-headed and calm of him and his partners. He's also a merman but keeps this a secret.

Charles (no pronouns; either called Charles and sometimes Chuck): Apparently Charles is hot according to my friends despite being an absolute scumbag. This is the other character who knows about the time loops. Charles is another minor eldritch being and constantly trying to murder everyone. However, Charles doesn't have a body which makes this difficult. No one can see Charles either except for Jaxon and anyone's mind that Charles has managed to infiltrate. Charles does have a human form and goes by Chuck in it, but the human form doesn't make an appearance until the very end of Part 1 and as a cameo in my other story. Charles is extremely nihilistic, seeing others as mere ants and that nothing bad could happen if killed.

Adrienne (fae/faer): Surprise surprise another minor eldritch being. Fae doesn't appear until the second part when Bailey is 17, but fae's her bff then. Eldritch beings can shapeshift to some extent, but Adrienne's main power is shapeshifting and can do more than others. It's better to call it imitation because fae can mimic others' appearances and voices to such a high degree that fae could pass as them as long as fae didn't slip up in mannerisms.

Etienne (he/ve): This guy actually is a demon and also Adrienne's half-brother! Oh, and the son of Charles! Yaayyy /s Anywho, he used to be a king before getting exiled and then wandered around different worlds until ve ran into Bailey and Adrienne. Ve and Adrienne don't have a good relationship. He can also do thoughtography (imprinting images onto film that show lost things or thoughts).

Shiko (he/him): A typical isekai protagonist. Bland, arrogant, overpowered, an asshole towards women- don't worry, he's dead. But because he was such a cool dude (/s), he gets to continue helping the isekai world by finding people to "send" there! Along the way, he learns the power of queer platonic relationships and how his internalized bigotry has affected him because plot twist this bitch is x-gender and aro/ace

Neil (he/him): A man who ended up possessing a truck. So he's technically a sentient truck now. Anywho, he's the guy helping Shiko with "sending" people to the isekai world by running into them! He's doing this to get back into his original body and constantly wonders if his family remembers him. He and Shiko are enemies to queer platonic partners.

Kami (any pronouns): A mysterious person who keeps thwarting Shiko and Neil's plans. Who are they? Oh, he can also turn into a crane. And is trying to bring down the king of the isekai world. I just realized I tend to make my trios with like 2 wacky characters and one serious calm straight-man and uh ze's definitely the straight-man here despite not being a man or straight.

I wanna make more OCs for that second story since it's supposed to be an isekai parody and they need a giant party. So far I have the ideas I have are a clown idol, a cross-dressing catgirl, and a strong warrior gf for Kami (the only one with a name right now: Alina)

#what if i just made a new miitopia game consisting of all the characters from that isekai parody /hj #then i could be forced to make them #murder mention #skyllions ocs #asks for sky #oc asks #mixedmuffins #thank you for asking this made my day #long post

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shikai-the-storyteller · 4 years

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CYBERVERSE WATCH: S3 Episode 17, 18, 19, 20

Episode 17

Oh nooo Windblade u good??? LASERBEAK AND WINDBLADE OMG!!!

Beaky please don’t peck my girl (that is kinda cute though)

Windblade she isn’t a pest!!!

Laserbeak watches her fly off like “I get no respect and no thanks???”

HECK YEAH GET THEM FLIERS!!! Jetfire please be careful bud, Starscream has some old beef with you

OH NO ALL THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE SOUNDWAVES

The only downside to knowing all these characters and getting excited about cameos is it’s that many times more likely that a character I like will die 8(

YEAHH WAY TO GO LASERBEAK you’re the real MVP

JEEZ HE GOT OPTIMUS RIGHT IN THE CHEST

HEY CAN SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE OPTIMUS

OH SHOOT WHO IS THAT

OH FRICK OH FRICK ITS MEGATRON!!! HELL YEAH

Megatron, a million universes away: My “Optimus is in trouble” and “Starscream is being a menace” senses are tingling, gotta go back to Cybertron

FRICK that was a cool entrance

Oh man what happened to his eye--HOLY FRICK HE LOOKS HOT

AYYYYYY ITS THE OG BLACK HELMET MEGATRON LOOK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MAN I FRICKIN LOVE MEGATRON

KUP NOW ISN”T THE TIME FOR YOUR COMMENTARY (that was cute though)

Oh my gosh when Starscream started to say “You’re too late to save your--” for one very frightful minute I thought he was going to say something about Optimus like “partner” or something and I felt every muscle in my body tense up lmao, I should’ve known better but RATS

WHAT

WHAT THE FRICK THAT WAS SO FRICKIN COOL

IS THERE ANYTHING HOTTER THAN WAKING UP TO SEE YOUR OLD FLAME STANDING OVER YOU GLOWING LIKE A VENGEFUL ANGEL ABOUT TO KICK STARSCREAM’S BUTT

POWERS OF CYBERTRON UNITE??!?!?!?!?

EVEN OPTIMUS GOT SOME

BOYFRIENDS PUNCHING STARSCREAM’S ARMY OF QUINTESSONS TOGETHER!!!! SHADOWSTRIKER!!! BEE AND SOUNDWAVE!!!! GOSH THIS IS SO GOOD

WRECK THEIR SHOP SOUNDWAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Starscream you’ve sentenced them like five thousand times what’s new about this OH RIGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT GLOB STUFF

ASTROTRAIN!?!?!?!?

Starscream: NO ONE CAN STOP ME *CUTS TO WINDBLADE* wanna bet nerd

I LOVE my beautiful girl

Oh that is some nasty looking Quintesson tech

Uh oh u good Windblade???

Croaton can you please slap Starscream out of the sky before you leave it’d save us a lot of time

Aw man I wonder what Megatron saw that made him sorta regret the stuff with Starsc

HE”S BARING HIS SPARK!?!?!? WAIT IS THAT ANOTHER MATRIX

ARE THEY GONNA FUSE????

MEGATRON PRIME

GOSH I REALLY THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO FRICKIN SPARK FUSE THERE FOR A SECOND

*CUE “THE POWER OF LOVE” AT FULL VOLUME*

Ok but what the heck did Astrotrain do???

If you get along with someone you don’t like the universe probably won’t end pfft, thanks Kup

CREEPY BUGS???

Megatron please take his hand :(((

IM LOSING IT MEGATRON REALLY IS A HUGE KID *takes out a piece of chalk and draws a line between them* this is MY side of Cybertron, this is yours

guess galavanting through space didn’t change him TOO much

Guhhh these opposing sides shots always break my heart I WISH THEY COULD OVERCOME THEIR DIFFERENCES AND BE FRIENDS AGAIN SOMEHOW....

Dang Astrotrain is HUGE compared to the rest of the bots, I wonder what he looks like in bot mode

SO MUCH HAPPENED IN THAT EPISODE (and I had to take a break in the middle of it) I FORGOT I STILL HAD THREE LEFT thank the stars

I genuinely can't believe Megatron essentially drew a line between him and Optimus and went "This side of Cybertron is MINE, the other side is yours"

*cue shenanigans of Autobot and Decepticon buddies trying to secretly cross the line to visit their friends in the other faction*

gosh fanfic always depicts Megatron and Optimus sneaking around meeting each other for smoochies I'd LOVE to see their subordinates being the ones doing the sneaking around while Megatron and Optimus are just like "GUYS....". Fingers crossed for the next episode!

Episode 18

CYBERTRON LOOKS SO PRETTY....

oh my gosh they actually built a wall

WAIT DID CLOBBER SERIOUSLY SWITCH SIDES OMG SHES AN AUTOBOT NOW

WHAT BEE CAN FLY!?!?!? WHAT!!!

LMAO LOCKDOWN NICE BOARDER PATROLLING

Well it took all of 30 seconds to confirm my theory lmao man I frickin love this show

Man I can’t believe how quickly they beat the Quintessons, I REALLY THOUGHT THE AUTOBOTS AND DECEPTICONS UNITING AGAINST THEM WOULD BE THE BIG SEASON FINALE I’m thrown for a loop now lol

ew those colors remind me of Sentinel Prime I hope that’s not him

OH WAIT IS THAT IACONUS MY BAD

PRIMA???? OH?????

Grand Imperium?????

Omg did Rack’nRuin switch sides too? I thought they were Decepticons

JETFIRE COME ON BUD OPTIMUS IS TRYING TO HAVE HIS MOMENT

Croaton city!!!

LMAO SKYBITE’S SHARING HIS POETRY....CUTE...

But where is Soundwave!!!!!

I’m with you Bee, those insects are creepy

WOW ASTROTRAIN IS HUGE

“And WHO rescued you from that tyrant” OH??? ANOTHER UNIVERSE’S MEGATRON MAYHAPS???

“I must know if the barrier holds!” OH!!!! Oh no is the final battle gonna be against all the other universe’s people who Megatron burned as he gallivanted through the multiverse??? I SURE HOPE SO

Gosh not to be predictable but that new armor looks so frickin good on Megatron

OPTIMUS IS SO STRONG

POOR OPTIMUS....

“During wartime, decision-making came so easily” MAN....THAT HURTS.....

oh he’s looking for Windblade!!!

AW SHADOW STRIKER C’MON, I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE BUDS NOW

“I know better than ANYONE what it’s like to be left broken on the battlefield. I did what I could” MY HEART JUST SWELLED THREE SIZES FOR SHADOW STRIKER....I LOVE HER....(ALSO THAT HURT)

Bee it REALLY seems like you should’ve had a plan / backup team for this!!!

BEE YOU’RE GONNA RESTART THE WAR!!

RODIMUS!!! YOU’RE BACK TO YOUR RED FLAME SELF!!!

WHIRL!!! OMG MY BABY

Wow that wall does a crummy job of keeping out fliers

SOMEONE PLEASE CATCH WINDBLADE

Thank you Whirl

OH JEEZ HERE COMES MEGATRON

SKYWARP!!! (I say while being super scared for my faves)

Whoa Megatron actually backed down

Nice

CHROMIA!!!! SAVE HER PLEASE

Episode 19

Ohhh are we gonna get to see Caminus??????

BEAST MACHINES?????

omg they’re gonna have to collect Windblade’s mind like they collected Bee’s memories

Chromia that doesn’t sound too convincing (you’re super cute though so I forgive you)

MORE BIRDIES!!!

A CYBER HORSE????

IT”S A JET!?!??!

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH IT”S CRYSTAL CITY!!!!!!

AGAIN, I WANNA SHAKE HANDS WITH EVERY BACKGROUND DESIGNER WHO WORKED ON THIS SHOW

OHHH mirror selves!!! Scary but pretty!!

OH MY GOSH!!! IS THAT RAVAGE!?!?!?!?

PLEASE LET ME SEE MY LITTLE BOY!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE BE RAVAGE

HOLY FRICK THAT LOOKED AWESOME??? KNIGHT??? A REALLY COOL KNIGHT???? WHO ARE YOU

Thunderhow??

My first thought was “Someone got their Warriors Cat oc into Transformers” and that cracked me up

KNIGHT OF THE PRIMES???

THIS STAINED-GLASS STYLE ANIMATION IS GORGEOUS

I like this dude but something tells me they’re gonna have to fight / kill him later

Bee’s smile is so cute!!

lmao nice lore-speak Chromia

They should just blast through the walls of the maze

“That sounds like a nightmare” “Scrap that!” THEYRE SO CUTE omg way to break the rules you two

CRYSTAL WINDBLADE!!!!

oh shoot many crystal windblades

I love the little “tink tink tink” sounds her feet make

Just her arm???? Jeez louise are the rest of the episodes gonna be about collecting Windblade?

Oh it’s Thunderhound

Optimus is just like “PLEASE leave me alone”

Petition for Optimus Prime to just get a frickin vacation

Episode 20

Man I’m so sad this series is almost over

Everyone in Mac’s bar without Mac..... :( Cute to see Percy as the bartender though

IS...IS THAT WHEELJACK?

OMG WAIT THAT”S THE COSMIC RUST WHEELJACK BACK FROM LIKE EP 2 or 3 IN SEASON 1????

“The Past” I FRICKIN KNEW WE’D SEE YOU AGAIN!!! IT WAS TOO WEIRD HAVING HIM WANDER AROUND IN AN EPISODE WITH NO EXPLANATION LIKE THAT

COWBOY WHEELJACK IS SO GOOD

Man Cyberverse is so frickin weird, I love this cartoon

Oh there’s my boy Soundwave

JEEZ THIS DUDE’S GOT NO FEAR

Megatron looks so cute...

“This is Autobot territory! You can’t--oh guess you can” pfft

I can’t believe Transformers is a western now

Optimus is the sheriff around these parts lol

Aw man Optimus JUST put that thing in there

OPTIMUS IS SO STRONG....I LOVE MY BUFF BOY

WILDWHEEL? Oh my bad, guess that’s not Wheeljack

“No one ever tried to find me” :(((( I wonder how many other bots felt that way

“I was one of the good guys! But you left me on that planet!” OW....

Pretty terrible shot Wild Wheel

OH NO....Innocent civilian got hurt, now Optimus is serious

Wild Wheel Optimus has been through a WAR your cowboy training aint gonna cut it

WELL THAT WAS A. WEIRD EPISODE. ALRIGHTY THEN I can’t wait to see how Wild Wheel is going to pop up in future episodes

Me: haha evil cowboy robot Wild Wheel: I felt abandoned because no one searched for me and I was forced to do horrible things in order to find my way home Me, tears streaming down my face: Haha....cowboy robot

#i talk #Cyberverse spoiler /#I'm watching Cyberverse #primordial robot hell

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oldofbadchoices · 5 years

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12/12/12 Tag Game

I was tagged by @mystic-scripture, thank you so much for tagging me.

Rules: Answer 12 questions from the point of view of one of your OCs, ask 12 questions, tag 12 people

This is going to work as a sneak peak of sorts. I’m working on a new tvd/to fanfic/oc called (This Is My) Roaring Twenties. Myria Mikaelson is an original vampire and she’s Klaus’s wife, they married before Esther turned them into vampires which is why Myria’s also an original. It’s going to take place in the twenties, when Stefan meets Klaus and Rebekah (and now Myria). The final pairing is going to be a KlausxMyriaxStefan triad and I’m actually excited to start writing it.

I’m gonna have Myria answer this questions in modern time though (with a couple of cameos).

1. What is your Favorite Book?

“It might be a cliche but Edgar’s The Raven is still one of my favorite books.” Myria answered, taking a sip of the champagne before giving it to Klaus, who set it on the table besides the couch.

2. Are you more of a talker or a listener?

“I’m more of a listener, really.” The answer is followed by a snort from Myria’s left, and she turns her head to be met with a smiling Stefan, who does not seem at all phased by the deadly glare the woman threw him. “Have anything to say, Salvatore?”

“No, not at all.” He replies, making a “go on” gesture with his right hand. The smile was still present.

3. What five movies best describe your personality?

”I have no idea.” She shakes her head. “I don’t watch many of those, and the ones I do, I don’t really pay attention to.”

4. What do you look for in a Significant Other?

”As you can see, I don’t seem to have much of a criteria when looking for a partner.” Myria’s face is like stone, with the exception of the right corner of her mouth which is threatening to go up. Klaus’ eyebrows rise in disbelief and Stefan’s brow furrows and both men open their mouths, presumably to defend themselves, but the brunette doesn’t let them. “Loyalty is the main thing, honesty is another thing, though all of us have some lapses. However, we will always go back to each other and that’s what’s really important.”

5. Who in your life (outside of family) inspires you?

”I’d say Marilyn Monroe.” She said with certainty. “She was a strong, brilliant, delightful woman and it’s a shame she died so early and that her legacy has been besmirched by men who were jealous.”

6. What is your Biggest Pet Peeve?

”People putting their noses in things that are none of their business... Doppelgangers tend to do that a lot, in my experience. And it shows how much control I have that they continue to live.” Myria is visibly fired up but she relaxes slightly when Klaus’ arm goes to rest around her shoulders and Stefan’s hand falls in her thigh.

7. Do you agree with your JK Rowling sorting, or do you feel like you belong in a different one?

”JK Rowling sorting?” She turns confused to Stefan, the one who’s more caught up in pop culture.

”The wirzard houses, Ria.” He tries to jog her memory. “Gryffindor, Slythe-”

”Oh, yes, I remember.” Myria interrupts him, the light bulb above her head turned on. ”Slytherin is the cunning one right?” At Stefan’s nod, she turns back. “Then I am in Slytherin.”

8. Marvel or DC and why?

”What in the bloody hell is that?” She questions before quickly rectifying it. “No, no, I don’t want to know, I don’t care, either is fine. Next question.” Klaus and Stefan exchange amused looks.

9. What is your go to take out order when you’re home alone?

”O negative.” There are a couple seconds of silence before a smile breaks out. “No, I’m joking, AB positive is the best, but pizza is my favorite, there are pizzas of every single flavor in the world, they’re wonderful.”

10. Do you like the transitional Seasons (Spring/ Fall) or the Full-Blown Seasons (Summer/ Winter)?

“Transitional seasons, of course. Although I love winter fashion, I prefer it when it’s not too hot nor too cold.”

11. What is one thing you try to hide about yourself in a first impression?

”That I’m a vampire, of course. The look of surprise is always delightful.” The smirk in Myria’s face is thoroughly amused. “Apart from that, I really don’t care what others think of me, their opinion is irrelevant.”

12. Where do you feel the most at home/safest to be yourself?

“I don’t really care about places. I’ve had so many houses in the past thousand years but the only things I need to feel at home are my family... especially the man... men that I love.” The smirk dissolved into a smile and three pair of eyes soften at the same time.

I hope this is alright, i really enjoyed writing it. Now my questions are:

1. What would be your perfect afternoon?

2. What’s your favorite music genre?

3. If you had to describe yourself in one word, what would it be and why?

4. What is your favorite foreign food? (Foreign to the country you were born)

5. Would you want to become famous? Why? If so, what would you like to be known for?

6. Do you think legacies are important?

7. Would you ever adopt?

8. What is your favorite “unusual” animal? As in, an animal that people don’t talk about often

9. Do you enjoy museums? If so, what type of museums?

10. What would you say was the moment that defines who you are today?

11. What is your favorite drink and why?

12. What is your favorite kind of weather?

And I’m tagging: @ceruleanmusings @perfectlystiles @randomestfandoms-ocs @stallisaacshoe @chuck-hansens @lorettastwilight @iceandwaterfairytail @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @daaeleira @captdnvrs @foxesandmagic @thorsdiana (sorry if you have done it or if you didn’t want to be tagged)

#gabbie answers #ch: myria mikaelson #ff: (this is my) roaring twenties #i loved this

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ssjkallion · 6 years

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Muse Bio and Rules (Mobile version)

(art by bastardprxnce)

On Blog Version

I’ve talked to couple people who had trouble seeing the bio since tumblr mobile is a bit behind on the concept of pages, so I figured it’s about time I made this! If there are any issues, let me know! <3

Character biography:

NAME: Kallion AGE: 19-22 SPECIES: Saiyan

(Cont. under the cut)

Kallion is a Saiyan time patroller who was brought to Conton city, from a not-too-distant past, when noticed by the Supreme Kai of Time.

The beginning of her life was of little note among Saiyan’s. She was born a low-level to two low class parents she barely remembers and can’t name. As a baby with a low power level, her destiny was to be sent to a far off planet, conquer it, come back home, rinse, wash, repeat. By five years old she had a crew and a steady schedule of missions. Too bad she found herself struggling constantly against her own nature; even as a great ape, she found herself sparing more people than her crew members killed. And they would make their displeasure with her known, eventually.

With that aside, life still pressed on. Training, missions, armor that seemed too big, slowly gaining the strength to live up to the pride of her mighty race…

And then in an instant, everything changed.

The Saiyan’s were decimated. But her typical existence had one thing on its side; luck. She survived the near-extinction of her race and planet’s destruction by sheer, dumb luck. Shortly before the explosion of planet Vegeta, she had been marooned and stranded on another planet by her own crew due to her constant failures and inability to complete tasks on their planet-conquering missions. Of course, this turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

Alone on that planet, all she saw was a bright explosion in the sky and an unmistakable void of energy. Kallion remained scavenging on that planet for several years before being brought to Conton city as a recruit.

All in all, she’s fared much better. At the very least, she can laugh and have a sense of humor about her mistakes as opposed to being unceremoniously dumped on a backwater planet by herself.

Kallion came into the time patrol in her very early teens, and since then has been able to develop into her own person and learn about life outside of the constant struggle for survival. While Planet Vegeta was her home warts and all, she will be the first to admit that life in Conton City has made her happier than she ever thought she deserved.

She holds a strong admiration for Chronoa and the time patrol, as well as gratitude for giving what she sees at a second chance at a meaningful life.

Appearance:

Short, but muscular! Typical Saiyan black hair, which wafts out at the ends, and grey-blue eyes. A small scar on her left cheek is left as a reminder from some battle far away. Her tail is still very much there- call it sentiment, but she’s not quite ready to let go of that part of her heritage. After all, it’s not a problem as long as she remembers not to look up at the full moon. Right?

Personality:

Kallion’s got a bit of a chip on her shoulder. The insecurity she holds from her younger days manifests in a bad tendency to either overcompensate her strengths, or doubt herself to the point of freezing at the worst of times. Implying she’s weak is a good way to earn her ire. While lacking the extreme aggression and ruthlessness, she hasn’t lost her Saiyan pride after all! It’s unclear who exactly she’s trying to prove herself to- Chronoa, Elder Kai, Trunks, and the first Patroller have plenty of confidence in her abilities. Not to mention her old crew mates are long dead. The simple answer would be, “the nagging voice in the back of her head.” Putting all that aside, she’s genuinely good-hearted for a born-and-bred Saiyan of planet Vegeta.

She’s passionate about her work, playful, honest almost to a fault, and will give the shirt off her back for a friend…due to an incurable case of “inability to say no.” For better or worse, she often gives people the benefit of the doubt. Kallion isn’t gullible or naive, but past experiences have made her eager to please.

That being said; Due to her background as essentially a feral child, she’s behind in a lot of areas of knowledge. Kallion’s a slow reader, often misses innuendos and metaphor, and can be literal minded. This, of course, leads to her coming off as a bit…dumb sometimes.

Gentle nature and soft heart aside, Kallion’s Saiyan instincts and heritage aren’t buried completely under the surface. First, there’s the insatiable appetite. Second, that love of battle and need for more strength can’t be taken away so easily. She may get too into fights at times, but it has yet to cause any kind of serious damage. She takes pride in the fact that she has yet to cause as much damage as, say, the oh-so famous Goku and Vegeta. Property damage absolutely doesn’t count. Third, a short temper she keeps in check with a deep breath, balled fists, and an uncomfortably wide smile. Snarky remarks are optional.

On rare occasions, the past catches up to her. A brilliant explosion, something as simple as fireworks, that remind her a little too much of that night long ago. A fleeting pang of guilt hitting her heart, resulting in her wondering why a low class, pathetically soft excuse for a warrior like herself was spared the fate of her family and 99% of her race…but those thoughts be damned!

If Kallion’s going to make the best of a second chance, dwelling on something like that isn’t going to help. She’ll sooner slap the self pity out of herself than let it take hold!

Other:

Mentor: Bardock. Primarily with @drxgon-soul, but I’m also willing to interact with other Bardock’s if they’re willing! I’m an incredibly shy person, so it may take me a while to approach you first. Kallion also trains with Shallot (shallxt), Taeta (ancientoozaru) and Scaro (divinesaiyan)

Voice: Her VA claim is Bryn Apprill, more along the lines of her Historia Reiss than the voice she used in Xenoverse.

Family: As mentioned above, Kallion has little to no memories of her parents. It’s all a matter of circumstance– her parents were often on missions, and when they weren’t, than Kallion was the one away. So her impression of them is two typical lowclass Saiyan’s who probably didn’t care due to how soft she was. And she’s okay with knowing that much, despite there being a bit of a hole in her heart because of it. HOWEVER, I can say that her father is Toma/Tora. More on that here!

Ships: Kal’s in a ship with the Saiyan in Red/Giblet (the-hooded-saiyan). I’m still a liiiiittle undecided on whether or not I want this blog to be multiship, but for now I’ll say it’s “More Discussion Needed.“

Misc:

I’ve gone as far as having her attain SSGSS in XV2, but for the purposes of this blog and story, she is currently training her ass off to reach Super Saiyan. All she needs is that little push.

She loves kids! Again, while it prooooobably won’t come up for blog/story purposes, I actually imagine her having three in the future. I’m a sucker for time travel shenanigans, so my avatar for XV1 who cameos as Trunks’ partner in XV2 is modeled to be her son. In my defense, I watch a surprising amount of media with stable time loop narratives.

Kallion’s a kicker more than a puncher

More to be added in the future!

Rules:

100% open to RP with other OCs! And anyone, really!

Pretty general, but be excellent to each other, don’t send hate, no r*pe or non-con, don’t be a creep. To be honest my style of Rp in the past has always been to just have fun and be chill. My rules aren’t too too strict and I am FAR from elitist/snobby/exclutionist.

Would love to communicate with people as well

Shipping is fun and I would love to do it, but please let it happen naturally! No forcing!

This is a drama-free zone my friends! Any hate in the ask box will be deleted, and all discourse can be directed to my main/personal blog. I’m here to have fun and make friends, not get pissy at people over shipping opinions. Believe me, you shouldn’t have to worry about that kind of thing here.

That being said, if you have any legitimate complaints or criticism of anything I do, please do tell me over private chats! I’m always looking to improve!

As mentioned before, roleplaying in the past for me has always been very easy going. My style is either freeform or in third person. Unless it’s in brackets/parenthesis or made obvious in the tag, I’m probably in character. Even if I answer an ask without quotation marks, which I might do every now and then.

Again, I welcome constructive criticism and if it ever seems like I’ve been god moding or in any was inconsiderate, please let me know!

More rules will be added as needed

#About #mobile about #character bio #muse info

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svengooliecat · 6 years

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OC Day--004

OC Day: Scarlett Papava, 004

The figure came into sharp focus as 004. He’d never been so happy to see Scarlett Papava, with her vintage red lipstick and silver screen siren aesthetic. With her favorite little black funeral dress, she looked like a predatory black widow in a Carrie Underwood song. –excerpted from “Liars and Killers,” by SvengoolieCat

This post is an ode to my favorite recurring OC, my own version of 004! I’m very excited to chat about her because she’s fun as hell to write.

Fic Rec List:

Of Cats and Mortgages, • She’s introduced towards the end of the fic as a classy 00 with a vintage, 1940s film star aesthetic who makes boffins nervous and plays with Q-Branch’s cats.

Pray You Now, • 004 is Q’s field-companion in this Spectre fix-it. Also features the first fic to feature the tag: “004 is the homicidal sibling Q never wanted but got anyway” and this basically sums up their entire relationship throughout all my fics.

Liars and Killers, • 004 is once again Q’s partner in crime, mainly because Bond is too busy being a sad sack who’s wanted for murder. And by now, she’s kind of evolved into a snarky female version of Moriarty, which is fun.

Bonus cameo appearance: Reversal of Fortunes, • Role Reversal AU, in which Q is a Lettered Agent, and 007 is part of the quartermaster program. 004 wanders by briefly as another 00-boffin.

Headcanons

1. 004 and Q are good friends outside of MI6. They’re of a similar age and they just really get on well. They even do things together, when they have the time. They both love to dance and are pretty good about attending ballroom and Latin dance classes at a local studio. Sometimes on Saturdays they go looking for farmers’ markets, because both share a pretentious love of farm fresh eggs and veggies and raw honey.

2. 004 is literally the biggest 00Q shipper. She never passes up the opportunity to prod at them both to get their shit together, and although she claims that it’s because she has money on them, she’s actually a romantic at heart and has designs on someday being Q’s best lady of honor. That said, she’s cornered Bond and told him outright that if he hurts Q, she’ll castrate him and then make him dig his own grave out in the woods somewhere. He believes her and has a healthy amount of respect/fear as well.

3. 004 came to MI6 via the RAF. She maintains her pilot’s license, even though she worked mostly in logistics. She served 6 years all over the world, including a tour in Afghanistan. When she retired, MI6 recruited her based on her exemplary military record (including a commendation for bravery), and her conversational skills in French, Italian, Farsi, and Mandarin. Q keeps telling her that anytime she wants out of the field, he’ll make a place for her in Q-Branch.

4. She created her vintage look after she retired from the military. After serving so many years in uniform, it felt a little weird and liberating to suddenly have complete control of her wardrobe and hair again. She decided to create A Look based off her favorite Hollywood film stars of the 30s, 40s, and 50s. It’s her trademark; part uniform, part persona, and she likes they way it makes people underestimate her—they usually only do it once because they’re dead before they have a second chance.

5. Her first two sanctioned kills to earn her 00-designation were of a human trafficker in Los Angeles and a drug cartel leader in the Cayman Islands. She didn’t lose sleep over either one. The trafficker she gutted and left to die slowly, in full view of the women and children he’d kidnapped, abused, and sold. Grisly, but it provided closure to everyone involved. The cartel leader (and a few of his lieutenants for good measure) she poisoned. It seemed fitting that they should be done in with their own product.

6. 004 is a stickler for good manners. Rudeness, incivility, and discourtesy make her bloody furious. Considering her line of work, she often deals with people who embody all three. It makes it easier for her to kill them, because she feels she’s doing society an added favor. Q sometimes jokes that she’s a female Hannibal Lector. She reckons she more of a female Moriarty, but she sees his point.

7. She has a twin sister who lives in Cornwall with her wife and three kids. She tries to visit every other month when she has some extra time and feels like getting out of London. Her sister is still mildly irritated with her for teaching the kids how to fight dirty if picked on. Scarlett giggled like a loon when her sister called her to yell about how all three ended up suspended for ganging up on the school bully (the bully ended up with a broken nose and several livid bite-marks). After her ears quit ringing, she texted her nieces and nephew “good work” and a thumbs-up emoji.

#007 Fest #OC Day #004--Scarlett Papava #moodboard #rec list #headcanons #Dr. Nope #Team Bond Villains

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3one3 · 6 years

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The Sequel - 898

Black Belt

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

Fried panko prawns with arugula, mango, and red chili salad with Melocha sauce, crispy flatbread topped with sautéed wild mushrooms, more arugula, goat cheese, and truffle oil, Brazilian Picanha, ribeye, beef tenderloin, flank steak, Australian lamb chops, and Achiote marinated chicken carved at the table, and chaufa rice with chicken and egg tortilla- Christina tried a little of everything while Juan and his DJ friend and the guy’s manager talked about Manchester United. He made sure to tell them how much she hated that phase of his career, and how much she hated Manchester itself, just to ensure there would be extra teasing. Kyrre and his manager, Myles, were nice people. They were funny and easy-going. Juan got along with them really well. They talked music and football together like old friends, and had plenty of more getting-to-know-you type conversations too. The rider made cameos in all the conversations, and led a few when asked about her horses and the Olympics. She felt like she was contributing just enough to sound smart, funny, and interesting, without trying to inject herself into everything, without asking a million questions, and without seeking attention. One reason she ate so much food was the mixture of self-exclusion and lack of interest. She wanted to make a good impression, and reflect well upon her friend, but she was also tired, kind of bored, and really into the delicious Toro Toro food. Each time a server appeared at their table with a giant skewer of meat, she was the first to pass her plate over for a piece. She was also a little afraid the big EDM star would judge her music tastes if she discussed them too much. Only one of his songs tickled her fancy, after all, and it happened to be because Selena Gomez did the singing on it.

The restaurant was morphing into a lounge by the time Christina was declining dessert. Half of it was all comfortable seats and low tables anyway, meant for cocktails and hanging out, listening to the Latin DJ performing somewhere far enough from the foursome’s regular table that they only had to shout a little to hear each other rather than shout a lot. It was a pretty big place, and decorated kind of generically for such a high profile spot. The German girl and the Spanish guy had seen luxury hotel restaurants just like it all over the world. The vibe was nice though, and along with the more loungey atmosphere taking over late at night came a sense that fewer people were watching. Christina always felt in Qatar like there was someone ready to scold her like the security guard at Al Shaqab. Also, not a single person recognized Kygo, and only one stopped her date for a selfie, on the way into the hotel. The less noticeable she felt Juan was, the more free she felt to be unguarded with him. She could lean on him, or touch his arm, and not worry that it would become a “thing”.

“I’d love another one of these though,” she said about her cocktail. The actual alcohol in it was a mystery, but it tasted like apple, orange, lime, and bitters, with ginger ale.

“Are you lubricating for dancing?” the Chelsea man asked back with a warm smile. He paid the right amount of attention to her throughout dinner, and she appreciated it. He also spoke very proudly about her, and she loved that. “She loves Latin music,” he explained to his friends.

“No. I’m saving my dancing for tomorrow.” The girl in the sheer black button-up winked at the artist and then busied herself with refolding the sleeves that had been falling down all night. Her top was loose and comfortable and the tiny rouched cuffs refused to stay rolled near her elbows. She turned to Juan when the sleeve was somewhat secure again. “Can you go away for a minute?” she requested sweetly. “I need to speak to Kyrre about your Christmas present.”

“I guess,” he chuckled, his eyes doing an entry-level performance of the exploding mosaic thing she loved so much. I hope I didn’t just give it away, Christina worried, afraid that his happiness was an indication that he already knew what she intended to give him for Christmas. He got up and took his phones with him, and after a short trip to the men’s room he returned an interesting call, to André.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” the BVB player asked pleasantly enough when he answered. It wasn’t quite so late in Dortmund yet, so he was just heading back to the sofa after putting Lukas to bed.

“Everything is good. You said to call you back when I’m alone. I’m alone, for the most part,” Juan clarified, glancing around the entrance to the restaurant from where he loitered sort of between there and the hallway with the bathrooms.

“Yeah, I was just wondering...is Chris okay? Her ankle, I mean. She’s not hobbling around is she? Or pretending it’s fine but it’s actually terrible?” André collapsed heavily on the leather couch in his big boy playroom and then immediately regretted not grabbing the TV remote first. Spencer and Lucky both hopped up next to him and then took turns standing on his stomach with their front paws.

“No more than usual, I don’t think. She wrapped a zip bag of ice on it for the ride from the show to the hotel tonight. Why are you asking me instead of her?” Juan sounded slightly disapproving, but mostly curious.

“She went to see Müll yesterday and she said it went fine and there was nothing new going on with either ankle, but then one of the Dortmund doctors handed me a bottle of pills today that he said is for Chris from Müll, because she didn’t know of a pharmacy to tell him to call in the prescription. I get everything from the club, you know, and when she was sick last month her doctor had the medications to give her. We didn’t have to go get them. Well, there was some over the counter things too...”

“What are they for? Are they painkillers or something to make it better?”

“They’re for pain, yeah. I don’t want to call her and interrogate,” the German forward sighed. “I hate to cause problems when she’s at a show, and I don’t want to sound like I don’t trust her. So I was just wondering if she seems like she’s in a lot of pain.”

“Not really. It’s normal that she ices it, no?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want me to ask her about it? Not about the pills, obviously, but the doctor visit? She told me the same thing, that it was fine and nothing new came of it.”

“I don’t know. Maybe just...Just watch and see how she is. Where is she right now?”

“We’re still at dinner. I got up to use the restroom. She’s been a little quieter than normal but I think it was the food. Too busy eating to talk.”

“Okay. Well just let me know if you see anything...weird,” André finished with a shrug. Occasions uniting him and his wife’s boyfriend were always “weird” too, but sometimes he found it reassuring to have a partner in watching out for her wellbeing. The surprise pills really bothered him. He hated the conclusion that she was deliberately hiding anything from him, but something relating to her health was extra disturbing, and something relating to pain medicine, which she’d had issues with before, was even worse. He hoped it was all just an oversight- that she forgot to mention the drugs. The only problem with his hope was that it came with no explanation for why she’d need any drugs to forget in the first place if she weren’t concealing new, worsened pain, or worse.

“I will.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sure she’ll call you when we get back...”

“Yeah.”

“All right, well...”

“Okay, ciao.”

“Bye.”

Juan returned to the rectangular booth, where Christina was holding court. The Christmas gift discussion must have been short, because she was talking about how the top dressage riders have professionals compose a bespoke score for their musical freestyle classes from scratch rather than simply using a track or doing an amateur job of cobbling clips together. She was also talking about how much she preferred recognizable tunes for dressage tests, either in whole or in part, because familiarity creates an emotional link to the audience right away, and an engaged audience can help the horse, and their energy about the test can help subliminally sway the judges. A little mistake here and there might not be punished as severely if the whole arena is loving the mood of the test, for example.

“Are there any events with music for jumping?” the composer at the table inquired curiously as Juan watched her sip from just her second short cocktail.

“Not specifically. Lots of shows play generic pop songs over the PA during rounds in not very big classes. Usually you get quiet for a grand prix course. There’s always loud music queued up for the end of the course if it’s a good one. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jumped a clear round and then almost bit the dust because the second we land on the other side of the last fence they blast Katy Perry or something and the horse flips out. And then sometimes for fun classes, like gambler’s choice or hit and hurry, you can actually choose your “walk out” music.”

“Which do you pick?”

“Depends on the horse and the occasion but I love to go with Crockett’s Theme from Miami Vice. It’s Jan Hammer,” the equestrian giggled, blushing.

“I know Jan Hammer!” Kyrre exclaimed.

“Personally, or like, know the music?”

“Both!”

“You have no idea how much headache you’ve just come in for,” Juan snorted. “She will want an introduction now, so that she can make a music video with her favorite horse and Jan Hammer.”

“That is 100% correct. I’m going to need that hookup!”

“We can do that,” Myles nodded.

“Yay!” Christina clapped, her face all lit up with excitement and alcohol, and then leaned into Juan’s ear beside her to whisper, “Can we go soon?” I’m stuffed and tired, the rider thought. And it’s getting louder in here, and it’s not even the good kind of Latin music. I don’t think Juanin is desperate to stay. We’ve been here almost two hours.

“Of all the artists I’ve been asked to link someone up with, never has it been Jan Hammer.”

“Chris is...original,” the Spanish player commented. “And she turns into a pumpkin at midnight during competitions, so I’m going to have to get her back to the hotel.”

It took another 20 minutes to finish drinks and settle the bill, and 15 more to get back to the Four Seasons. Christina didn’t actually want to go to bed yet. She asked Juan if he was interested in finding a hidden lounger in the mazey garden around and between the swimming pools, and just hanging out for a little while with the smell of the sea and the din of the people closing down the beach bar. He was down. And he was picky about the lounger. After rejecting two of her suggestions, he selected the most private and secluded bed, near the grotto, concealed from the balconies above by a canopy, shielded from people walking on the main thoroughfare by tall and dense plants, and lit only with the obscured lights embedded in the walls of the shallow pool next to them. They put the back of the lounger up at about 45-degrees and got comfortable right away. The Spaniard had a light cardigan to put over his tee and was thus warmer than the girl in the silk harem pants and see-through shirt, so she snuggled up to him and stole his warmth. Naturally she shed her heels.

“Don’t let me fall asleep,” she yawned once settled in the perfect spot. Juan had an arm around her and was preparing to show her the videos he made of Socks and Rio earlier on his phone.

“I’m surprised you’re so tired, cariña. It wasn’t the busiest day. Did you take anything for your ankle that makes you sleepy?”

“Nah. We stayed up late last night, and then you didn’t let me nap!”

“How is your ankle? It’s okay?”

“Same as always. It hurts a little extra right this second from walking around in those shoes.” Christina drew her right leg up and rested her heel on the player’s stomach to poke and squeeze her Achilles. It was the usual amount of swollen. “Daniel’s been trying to talk me into trying new lightweight stirrups. Almost everybody uses them. I like my old school ones though. I have traditional irons on all my saddles.”

“Can’t hurt to try, right?”

“I dunno. It’s hard to change something you’ve been using forever.”

“Can you get your foot out of my stomach now?”

“Sorry,” she laughed as she righted her pant leg and put her foot back down next to his. “Did you enjoy dinner? The food was so good.”

“Good company.”

“They’re cool. It’s really nice of them to get passes and stuff for all the guys.”

“I think I should tell you something.”

“You have a big gay crush on Kygo?”

“I told him you think all his music sounds exactly the same and that he’s a one piano trick pony.”

“Juanin!”

“I’m kidding!” the Blues midfielder sniggered while under attack from small but mighty pinching fingers. Two of them got a hold of his nipple and squeezed mercilessly. His knees curled up and he tried to twist away from the assailant. “I didn’t tell him! Stop!”

“Oh shut up, you probably like it,” Christina quipped after being forced to let go. She couldn’t reach over his arm when he turned all the way to the right, away from her. He rubbed his abused right nipple while pretending to be in great pain, and then snatched her hand to drag under his arm and squeeze right in front of his chest. The squeeze tightened enough to make her complain about the pain, and then he lightened up the grip but kept the hand for a few seconds, like he was hugging it, like when they were in bed or on the couch and she was the big spoon.

“Don’t start fights you don’t want to see to the end,” he advised her.

“You started it!”

“And now I own your hand. It’s mine. You’ll have to pay me to have it back.” Juan tugged her palm all the way up to his mouth and gently bit down on one of her knuckles. Her eyes were rolling.

“What’s it going to cost me?” she snorted.

“A lot. I’m very wealthy, cariña. I can already buy most things.”

“Name your price.” She pulled on her hand, found it completely trapped, and wiggled her fingers. Inside, she enjoyed the imprisonment. She enjoyed Juan being affectionate in any form.

“You know what it is,” he confidently replied.

“One miiiiillion pounds.”

“No. It’s actually not a monetary fee. It’s something else.”

“Then I have no idea.”

“What’s the one thing I want and can’t buy?”

“You can’t literally have my hand, Juanin. We’re not getting married at the Four Seasons Doha.” Christina was just kidding around, as she was sure her friend was, but the growing frustration in her voice was real.

“Besides that,” he droned back. “Think harder. What do I want?”

“How should I- No! You can keep my hand. We are not having butt sex!”

“Shhh!” The Chelsea star let go of her hand and rolled over quickly to cover her mouth with his own palm. Loudly talking about anal sex at the Four Seasons Doha was an even worse idea than getting married there. His girlfriend glared above his digits. He held the other pointer to his lips to emphasize the “shush”, and then slowly removed his hand from her natural pink lips.

“We are not having butt sex!” she whispered.

“Why not? Why don’t you trust me?” He relaxed back against the lounger and smiled with warmth and calm. Technically he was hounding her to do something she made clear she never wanted to do, but he wasn’t being a terrible jerk about it. There was even a palpable sense, to Christina, that he was mostly still just kidding around. “You don’t trust that I know what feels good?”

“It’s gross. It’s icky. It’s degrading.”

“It doesn’t have to be any of those things. At least let me get you started- let me show you how good it can feel.” Juan wrapped his hand around one of hers and folded down all of her fingers but one, which he held up between them. “At least try it. Just a finger. One. You don’t have to do the full thing the first time.” His persistence was annoying, but his genuine care for her showed in his persuasive case too. He truly believes that I’ll like it, she realized, perhaps for the first time. I’ve always just assumed he loves it and wants that and it would be great if I just tolerated it and let him do it. But he seriously thinks I’ll like it, she sighed to herself. I don’t know why. He’s yet to be wrong in that department, but come on. What could be enjoyable about sticking things up your butt if you’re a girl? This isn’t like when I was younger and said there’s no way any girl likes giving head and just pretends to please her boyfriend and then I found out that it can actually be totally awesome. This is objectively gross!

“Are you thinking it over, or...”

“It’s so...unclean though,” she complained, whining. “Even if for some inexplicable reason I did like the feeling, it’s so ewwww. The smells involved! I can cope with horse poop and baby poop and even toddler poop but I can’t cope with them in a sex environment. That’s so not sexy! What if something icky happens? You’ll never not think of it whenever we’re having sex! You’ll make fun of me forever. Or you’ll just be totally grossed out and never turned on around me again. It’s also not even safe. There are infections!”

“Oh come, I won’t make fun of you. Baby girl I know what I’m doing. I know how to be safe, and nothing gross will happen.”

“You say that like you’re some kind of anal sex pro,” Christina bristled. This is one of those times when he makes me feel like a dumb kid because he is old and wise and experienced. Bah humbug. Look at his face though. That face is like...begging to be trusted. “How many girls’ butts have you fucked?” she asked in a tone befitting of the age she felt, maturity wise, in comparison to him. The Spaniard’s eyes shifted away from hers and he began to mumble numbers.

“Carry the two...”

“Juanin!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding,” he man-giggled at her, reaching to take a hold of her other hand so that he had both in his possession. His laughter and smile said he was having a ball with the teasing, even as he promised not to make fun of her if anything embarrassing happened. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Four.”

“Taylor...”

“Taylor, Alexis, a random girl I saw a few times years ago, and my first girlfriend.”

“And did they want to do it or did they just do it for you? Weh- Lex definitely wanted it, right? She had “cum in my butt” written all over her.”

“Three of them already liked it, and the other we just tried together and enjoyed it.”

“I’ll take all of this into consideration but don’t get your hopes up,” Christina warned. He nodded and winked at her.

“It’s a start. Now relax. You look so stressed.”

“You’re stressing me out! Plus, why are you so obsessed with this? Is my vagina not satisfying enough? Am I boring you? You need to-“

“Shhhh! And no. Your vagina is...by far the best place my dick has ever been.”

“Riiiight.” Despite her continued dismissive eye rolling, the German girl stretched out on her half of the chaise again and snuggled into the player’s chest, where she had been perfectly at home before he said whatever he did that made her try to pinch him in the first place. She couldn’t remember. As she finally got still and relaxed inside and out, the sound of the sea in the distance returned, she could make out laughter and music from the bar, and their hiding place felt cozy and nice again.

“I swear, that’s the truth. I’m not obsessed with anal. I just think you’d like it. I like to make you feel good. You don’t know how good it can feel to have so many different places stimulated at once.”

“Yeah, sure. You’re always talking about it for me. Nothing to do with you.”

“Do you want me to never bring it up again?”

“I don’t care.”

“Can I have a kiss?” The Chelsea man asked sweetly. Specifically, he asked in a voice no one but his girlfriend ever heard. It was cute, and intimate, and kind of immature almost. It was only ever used at close quarters, in private. In was flirty but in a way reserved for only the person he didn’t need to flirt with anymore. He’d never use it to speak to some new girl he flirted with for fun. It was like his version of the little girl voice Christina used in very affectionate situations. She scooted up a little and pursed her lips together for the smooch. “I love you,” he added after, in the same voice, while she nuzzled into his sweater.

“I love when you’re sweet-boyfriend Juanin and not black-belt-in-anal-sex Juanin.”

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