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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m)┃ch. IV

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 4,174

Warnings: 8-year age gap, professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), jungkook snaps, lots of family drama, mommy issues, oc being accommodating, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues but trying to be good hubby, jk gives oc more hope!

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A/N: this week's flashback hint–nothing like a little dilf rivalry! Also, this chapter gives more of a reason why jk is adverse to parenthood 😶 My closing notes offer some explanations. Let's go! 💞

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For the first 22 years of your life, you had zero partners.

Most people labeled you as being jaded, stuck up, or having too high of standards for it. But fuck it. Why couldn’t anyone accept that you weren’t about to settle down with the first interested guy just 'cause of peer pressure?

Of course, you'd likely end up with someone eventually. You have gone out on a couple of dates before. Yet they were never that promising. The men, or excuse you, boys roughly your age did nothing to woo you. They just wanted a late-night fuck at 1 a.m. or a nice, cute girl to take home to their mom.

Not that you gave a hell what others were into or anything, but you had other agendas. Getting married and birthing children before kick-starting your adult life was not in your playbook. Neither was jumping into bed with random guys every week.

So you haven't had much luck in the romance department. Good riddance to it!

What you were waiting for was a gentleman. Someone that was responsible, mature, and experienced. Bonus points if they were into the arts. But it was rare to find a suitor of such quality–who wasn't ridiculously off-limits that is. Obviously, some other strong-willed man or woman sunk their claws in before you got the chance. Drats.

4 years ago

“I can’t believe you,” your best friend giggles. “You’re going to that fancy new art exhibit downtown just to run into Dr. Kim! You’re so shameless __.”

You roll your eyes and stick your plate in the dishwasher. You’re best friend Na-Rae has been one of your closest friends since your second year of undergrad. Now into your third year of friendship, you consider her as close as a sister.

Unlike you, Na-Rae is utterly fascinated with all things STEM-related. She’s currently in med school aiming to become a surgeon, which is one of the many reasons why you and her are currently roommates.

“I’m telling you one more time, I’m not going for him. I actually want to see the paintings which should come as no surprise to you. Dr. Kim just happens to be going too.”

Na-Rae leans against the kitchen island, tongue in cheek. “If that’s what you wanna tell yourself, babe. But how, may I ask, did you know he’d be there? Are you stalking him online now?”

“Of course not. I’m not a creep Na-Rae.” You throw her a dirty look. Honestly, she really thinks you’re some obsessed fangirl. Like yes, Dr. Kim is really hot for an older guy, and the fact that he’s basically the second dean of the art department? He may or may not visit you in your dreams. Especially after studying for Dr. Jeon’s fifteen million econ exams.

Now there’s a guy who definitely knows how to stick it to you.

“Besides,” you continue. “Dr. Kim doesn’t have social media.” You don’t notice how contradictory that statement sounds until your best friend lets out a sinister cackle.

“Looked him up did you?” She hits your arm, wiggling her eyebrows tauntingly. “I knew it! I knew you were stalking him!”

“I–I am not! Stop that!” You ignore her looks, seeing it best to avoid eye contact altogether.

"Iovmererdhimalkingintheallway."

"C'mon, you know I can't understand that. You did what?"

"I over…heardhimalkingintheallway," you repeat, skirting most of the sentence again.

"For the love of might __! Why are you being so–"

"I overheard him talking in the hallway!" Once you blurt the words out you scurry out of the kitchen. "Gotta get my laundry, bye!"

"Uh-__!" Na-Rae races to catch up to you. "Explain to me how that's not being stalkerish!"

You grab your laundry basket and set it next to the dryer. "It wasn't intentional alright? I happened to be passing by at the right moment." You pop the door open, stuffing your clothes in the basket. Na-Rae casually watches you from the doorway.

"Right," she says. "Just happened to overhear Dr. Kim's whereabouts on a Friday night and just happen to be going to the same place. But definitely not planned because the dress you're currently trying to hide from me isn't meant for him to coincidentally see. Oops, my bad."

You release said dress from your hand aggressively. "Dr. Kim is at least a decade older than me and he's a high-level faculty member of the university. I'm not seriously trying to present myself to him in any romantic sense. That would be so inappropriate! And as far as the dress goes, it's the grand opening tonight. Everyone's wearing these kinds of things. So no, you're wrong."

"Very well, if the lady persists," Na-Rae shrugs, checking her phone. "Shoot, I gotta get to work in fifteen but I expect a full report later!" You watch as she hustles to her room.

The exhibit's doors open at 7 pm sharp. The line to the entrance runs about three blocks which is far longer than you were expecting. Most people came in groups or pairs, making you wish Na-Rae didn't have to work tonight.

But you're right about this being a formal affair. Everyone is dressed to kill. Some lean more towards black tie while others choose to show off their highly expressive, avant-garde nature.

You look down at yourself, suddenly feeling quite underdressed. You're wearing a simple black dress that's cinched at the waist. If one were to look close enough they'd see hints of gold throughout but no one would get that close.

The artwork itself is stunning. Varying from abstraction to impressionism, you get a sense of pleasure in taking in others’ inspiration. Many of these works are from locals in the area which is one of the main reasons for the number of interested guests. You wonder if anyone here knows the artists directly.

You make your way to the next set of pieces, studying the first in line. You immediately recognize the particular style as post-impressionism. It's clear the artist has great influence by Van Gogh evident from the similar large yet controlled strokes.

As you continue observing the work you feel a second body, looming close beside you. Naturally, you shift your eyes over to see the source. His hair brushes past his face as he leans closer to the painting.

After about three seconds you quickly dart your eyes away, careful not to stare. The man appears to be equally as focused on the work in front of him, as you were. It'd be a bit embarrassing if he noticed your gaze and snapped at you for it.

The man next to you slowly straightens his bent-over posture. He moves to the other side of you, viewing the next painting on your right. You barely catch the slight glance he gives you in the process, now able to see his full face.

It's not Dr. Kim–it's Dr. Jeon.

This isn't weird, you try convincing yourself. It's perfectly normal for you to see your professor in public. Besides, who knows if he actually recognized you yet. No need to make this awkward if you simply pretend not to notice him.

You think about whether to sneakily slip away or continue to feign ignorance until…

"Are we going to keep side-eyeing each other or can I say hi?" Dr. Jeon lightly smiles at you with playful eyes. His glasses are different today–thinner design. And oh, is that a...lip ring? Is that new or has he always had it? You don't remember seeing it before. "If you keep staring at my lips like that I might get shy."

"Ahha, Dr. Jeon!" You fight the stirring of your nerves. "Hi! Sorry, I didn't mean to stare or anything. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Please, __. Outside of class, Jungkook is fine. Though I understand if that's a little out of place for you."

A little?! You've been calling Dr. Jeon, well, Dr. Jeon for the past two weeks. It's unlikely that will change. "If it's alright with you," you start, hands restless. "I'd like to stick with the usual."

Jungkook nods, giving you a brief once-over before replying. "Sure, no problem. I'm hoping you'll warm up to the idea though. Dr. Jeon makes me feel old." He lets out a throaty chuckle. "I'd ask what brings you to this art exhibit but I think I have the answer, given the amount of sketches I see you doing while I'm lecturing."

Oh god. Your professor calling you out for both gawking at his lips and doodling in class under the span of five minutes? You've never wanted to disappear more. The sketches you do aren't meant to look like a distraction and honestly, you didn't mean to gawk at the tiny ring, it was just there!

"Sorry," he continues. "That wasn't intended to be passive-aggressive. I really don't mind as long as they don't hinder your learning. Dr. Kim does the same thing whenever I'm talking to him too. I've summed it up to an itch all you artists have. I've come here in support of him actually." He gestures to the collection of paintings next to you; the post-impressionism ones you were intent on studying earlier.

"Oh wow," you gasp stupidly, following his gesture. You didn't even clue in to read the artist's name.

Stigma by Kim Taehyung.

"I had no idea Dr. Kim had some of his work displayed here. I feel so foolish. I was viewing his pieces for I don't know how long just a few minutes ago."

You were sure Dr. Kim was attending the exhibit for the same reasons as you. But while it was partially right, you obviously missed the biggest point.

"Don't fret," a deep, honey-coated voice comes from nowhere. "Any admirer of my work is a friend of mine." He strolls up to your left, Jungkook still on your right. "I don't believe we've met yet. Dr. Kim Taehyung." He tosses a hand out for you to shake.

Oh no, no no no. You hope to death you won't start sweating. You've never been this close to Kim Taehyung before and he wants you to hold his hand! "Pleasure to meet you Dr. Kim. I'm __," you say, struggling not to burst inside.

Okay, so it's not exactly holding hands but it's close enough. His fingers are so long and elegant. You can't wipe the grin off your face.

You're squeezing it now, stop stop stop. You mentally slap yourself and retract your hand as naturally as you can. Thank fuck no one can read your mind.

"I'm sorry your name is __?" Dr. Kim freezes as if suddenly needing to remember something. When you think he's recalled whatever it is he needs, he flicks his head over to Jungkook with a twinkle in his eye. "__," he repeats aloud.

"Uhm, yes..." You're definitely missing something. You look between the two men, apparently both intent on keeping you in omnious silence. What's so facinating about your name?

Taehyung whips his head back to face you, flashing a blinding grin. "You're the little artist in Jungkook's class aren't you?"

That's what this is about? He looks far too proud of himself for connecting those dots.

"Yeah I take ECON 602 with Dr. Jeon." You make the mistake of looking at Jungkook mid-sentence. For some odd reason, his previous mirthful expression has changed to one of bitter distaste.

"She isn't little," Jungkook intrudes, nearly snapping at the older man. "Little is what you call a child and it's inappropriate for you to call her that."

What the hell....? How is Dr. Kim calling you little bothering your professor more than you?

"My apologies," Taehyung says. "But she's your student, right? The one drawing during your lectures? I think she drew you once. Exquisite may I add. You captured his pissed-off look so well." He gives you a pleased look but you're too sheepish to form a reply.

"Yes, I wasn't having the best day. Can I talk to you a moment Dr. Kim? We'll be right back __, just a second." Jungkook grabs the older's arm, yanking him out of your earshot.

"What the hell are you doing, Taehyung?" Jungkook spits. "You're making my student uncomfortable."

"Aha, so she is the artist. Look I admit that using the term little was a misstep but I think she's alright. I apologized didn't I?"

"Yeah sure, but she's not alright." He makes air quotes. "Since you've also made it seem like anything she does in my class, I spill to you! Don't you see how uneasy that would make someone feel? Especially me being her professor. She could be thinking I tell you weird things too! See what you've done?!"

"But Jungkook," Taehyung drawls, face scrunching. He's not sure what's gotten Jungkook so worked up. "You do in fact regurgitate everything to me. You've been talking about her for the last week just to one-up me that she's an artist. Now I get to have a face to the name. I'm kinda tickled about it but also, what weird things are you referring to?" Taehyung pauses, eyes going as big as a saucer. "Oh my god, bro. Are you–"

Jungkook grunts firmly, shutting the man up at once. "Absolutely not Tae. Whatever you were about to say, it couldn't be a bigger no. All I'm asking is for you to keep the private things private. I don't want you blubbering everything to her."

"Very well," Taehyung hums, stealing a glance at you behind Jungkook's shoulder. From where he stood, he had an easy view of you moving down the line of paintings. You stop in front of each one, curiously examining them the best you can. "However, she's quite intriguing. I can't make any promises that I'll hold myself back."

"You better be talking about her mutual interest in art. She's my student and we have an obligation through the university not to fraternize with any–"

"Yes yes, your student. I don't need a reminder of where my boundaries are, but perhaps you do....bringing up fraternizing and all." Taehyung moves past Jungkook, striding back over to you. "Whatever else can there be besides professional or academic affairs? Of course, we're keeping our witts about us Kookie."

Behind him, Jungkook huffs and follows his lead. Then wipe that stupid smirk off your face, he thinks.

Present

Dinner is rough.

Jungkook's parents showing up unannounced and uninvited throws you both in a very quick, downward spiral. How can two people have so much time on their hands? Retirement, that's how.

You try your hardest to keep the conversation light throughout dinner, but it's obvious the air has grown thick between your husband and his mother.

"Why didn't you come to the reunion last year?" your mother-in-law presses for the second time tonight. She clutches the napkin in her hand, anxious for his response.

Jungkook sits across the table. His posture stiffens at the question. "I'm sorry, I had a lot to do. The reunion is always so close to when I have to go back to the university that I just didn't have the time."

A loud, impatient sigh comes from back across the table. "You didn't have the time or didn't make it? Honesty Jungkook, you expect me to believe that?"

When Jungkook doesn't answer, you and your father-in-law exchange troublesome looks. "Honey," Mr. Jeon speaks up, placing a hand on her shaky one. "You know how full the school year is for Jungkook. Don't blame him. Maybe he can come this year if we reschedule for a more convenient time." He pleads with his son, hopeful eyes.

"Stop helping him." She looks at Mr. Jeon and then back to Jungkook. "I don't think I'm asking for a lot. I just want you there, you and __."

At that, you find yourself gripping your husband's arm from under the table. Jungkook shifts in his seat and stares dead straight into his mother's eyes. "Funny you say that," he seethes. You tug on his arm in desperation to calm him. "Seeing that you keep dropping by at random times throughout the year, I'd say you expect a great deal from us."

Mrs. Jeon immediately snatches her hand from your father-in-law's. "Maybe I wouldn't have to if you'd come to the reunion. Or called, texted, or even emailed at this point. If it weren't for my efforts, I wouldn't hear from you at all."

"Please," Mr. Jeon pleads again, this time to both parties. "We're having dinner. Let's continue this later." He reaches for the bowl in the middle of the table but he's quickly ignored.

"You're right." Jungkook cuts. "Maybe I should come. Because it's one more way you can get what you want, isn't it? All those years of hard work so you can show me off to everyone."

"Don't you talk to me like that," Mrs. Jeon grits. "If I wanted to show you off it'll be when you give me a grandchild! I'm lucky to even have a daughter-in-law by now."

Chair legs scrape against the hardwood floor and your arm snakes out from Jungkook's arm. Your husband stands at the table, Mr. Jeon follows suit. "Okay, okay, let's just–"

"Dad," Jungkook interrupts. "Can you please take Mom home for the night?"

"Are you okay?" you pop the question once your in-laws leave for the night, a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Mrs. Jeon looked completely bewildered, whereas Mr. Jeon looked deeply troubled; conflicted between wife and son. You have a feeling he has a better understanding of what happened than you do right now.

"I wish she hadn't come today," Jungkook plops on the bed. You sit beside him. "I'm sorry about what she said about you....I knew she was here for something."

You won't lie. When Mrs. Jeon mentioned being lucky to finally have a daughter-in-law, it stung. You detest being seen as an achievement. "I'm sure she didn't mean it like that since she said it out of impulse. It was a tense moment," you say. "As far as what she was getting at though, it was for you to go to the reunion."

"No." He shakes his head and then glances at you. "It's not about the reunion. She only wants me to go so she can show everyone how smart and successful her son has become–all her doing of course. It's been like that since high school. And she wants you to go for a similar reason."

"I knew your mom had a bit of a thing for status but I thought that mostly revolved around her profession. Also, when she was talking earlier about you not keeping in touch she seemed more hurt and sad than mad. I think she really just wants you there."

"If she seemed hurt it's because she didn't get her way," Jungkook says, nonchalant.

"Jungkook."

"I'm sorry but it's true" He adjusts his position, angling himself to face you. "Mom's used to calling the shots– at work, at home, even with our neighbors growing up. You've seen how dad is around her. Yeah, he pushes back a little but at the end of the day, he does what's asked of him."

Frightened to ask the next question, you swallow hard. "What aren't you telling me Jungkook?"

He gently takes your hand from your lap, rubbing small circles on the knuckles. "Growing up, she was hardly around or involved in my brother and I's life. Most weeks, she and Dad would be at work, and we'd be with a babysitter or nanny. Dad did what he could to take care of us but Mom? All she would do is prune us to be just like her...smart, successful, and a dash more to make up for all the achievements she couldn't make."

"Jungkook...I don't know what to say," you murmur, trying to take everything in. "But your PhD–"

"My decision but her influence. Though she wasn't pleased when I said I'd be relocating ten hours away."

You remember him telling you this part before. His mother had a hard time coping with his reluctance to stay nearby. Maybe she did want him to follow in her footsteps. "Your brother didn't have as much pressure on him did he?"

"He did, but he still bends to her will. Except for the grandchildren part." Jungkook grimaces, averting eye contact. "I guess we have that in common."

"Hey," you urge him to lift his head. "Please don't feel bad about telling me any of this. If your picture of parents has largely been their absence and desire for self-fulfillment, then I understand your grounds for not wanting children. And as far as tonight with your mom, I'm so sorry. I feel like it's partially my fault for agreeing to host them for two days."

A pair of soft eyes rest on you in the dim room. The sun was near set now and all the light previously shining into the room had come from the window. If this wasn't a serious moment you might take a candid shot of your husband.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me __," Jungkook coos. "Don't ever think your kindness is a fault." He pauses then continues. "I still want both my parents in my life but I need to draw boundaries or I will completely snap and that's not something I want to happen. Especially since we have a possible baby to make one day."

"Hu–huh?" It's the repetition of the last sentence that makes you utterly dumbfounded.

Baby? Baby with Jungkook. One day?

Your husband draws his hand up to barely caress your cheek. "Why does that always seem to stop your heart?"

You catch his wrist mid-movement and throw yourself into him. Your arms link around his neck, chest flat against his. "It doesn't stop my heart," you say, playing with his hair. "It makes it beat faster."

"Wow." Your husband hugs you closer. "So cheesy." He leans back after, pressing a soft kiss to yours.

The two of you continue making out like teenagers again; Jungkook tumbling on his back.

"Kook." You lay on top of him, straddling his sides. "Have you ever thought about seriously talking to your mom about you know, everything you told me?"

Jungkook hums, before answering. "Somewhat but, I'm not sure how that'll go."

"It might be worth it instead of having little pieces slip out when you get into conflict...like tonight for instance."

"I suppose it's not a far-fetched idea. I'll consider it but it might take some more time. For now, I think I'll start by calling her tomorrow. I'm still mad but I don't wanna leave things the way they are now. Plus, I'm sure they don't have plans to go back home early. I'd hate for them to stay in the hotel the rest of these two days."

"Sounds like a plan," you say, snuggling into the crook of his neck.

"Mom." Jungkook holds the phone to his ear. "What are you and Dad doing today?"

"Oh, I–," his mom stutters from the other end. "We're not up to too much. I think your dad wants to swing by some bookstore around town. Uh, what about you?"

"__ at work and I'm home by myself. Are you hungry? I thought maybe we could go out for brunch."

Jungkook hears his mom's tone lift. "Are you sure? I mean that would be lovely but if there are things you need to do then we don't want to...impose."

Mrs. Jeon's sudden willingness to check in is unexpected. Jungkook still senses traces of guilt but at least she's making somewhat of an effort.

"It's my treat," he assures, a little shaky. "I'm sorry about yesterday, mom. Maybe we can talk about it more in person."

"I think that would be good," she agrees simply. "Where and what time do you want to meet up?"

"Drive over here in twenty minutes. We can pile in my car and head over."

Once finally agreed, Jungkook ends the call. He opens his messages and shoots you a text.

Jungkook: Well I did it 😬 [sent at 10:42 a.m]

__: Proud of you ❤️ if anything happens, call me. [sent at 10:44 a.m]

Jungkook: I will. Also, sorry to bring it up but I gotta give Yoongi hyung an answer by tomorrow. Are we babysitting his twins Saturday? [sent at 10:47 a.m]

__: Ahm, it'll likely be the evening, right? [sent at 10:48 a.m]

Jungkook: Probably [sent at 10:49 a.m]

__: I guess, sure. We're going to need to put some stuff away though 😅 And get something fun for them to do! [sent by 10:51 a.m]

Jungkook: Noted but I'm sure they'll bring lots to do. Yoongi hyung is a big sofie for his girls. He buys them everything–literally 🫠 [sent at 10:52 a.m]

__: True. I have to get back to work now but love you xoxo [sent at 10:53 a.m]

A/N: Surprise! jk has mommy issues and they've has been triggered. Was hoping how he talked, thought, & acted towards her in the last chapter gave hints. On the brighter side, jungkook is another step closer to babyville! And next flashback will be something exciting! Lmk if you wanna be tagged or have thoughts in comments or asks! 💞

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You haven’t said a word since you were moved back into your old room, but that’s okay. You’re in one piece, your burns are healing nicely, and there’s cream in the medicine cabinet for the scarring on your wrists and neck. The charred, bloody stumps on your back can wait; all Luke cares about is getting rid of the damned marks those accursed bangles had branded into your skin as they melted off.

Inspired by an answered ask from @obeythebutler.

the years start coming and they don’t stop coming > part 1 (commissioned art here), part 2 ✨

In which Lilith’s return distorts her brothers’ perception of time.

The original replaced!MC AU except we have Satan on our side.

Keeper

"Will one million Grimm be enough?” / “...How much is that in human currency?” / “Good point. One million American dollars it is then. We can say we sold everything at a charity auction or something.”

Inspired by the Angelic pop quiz.

Schrödinger (commissioned art here) ✨

Many ghosts dwell within the House of Lamentation alongside its demonic inhabitants. One in particular takes sick pleasure in tormenting Belphegor. (Alternatively: when the you that disappeared from Mammon’s arms isn’t completely gone)

Halloween 2020 fic.

Idea Blurbs:

no hope, no love, no glory

Replaced!MC AU. Wherein falling out of favor with Mammon has consequences.

weakest link

Inspired by the key route in the Lantern event.

Emergency Contact ✨

MC’s night alone in the HoL takes a turn for the worse.

The Haunting of Serenity Manor

Haunted House AU inspired by this and this.

your name

Mini scenario where MC isn’t really “MC”.

soul on paper

Inspired by Satan’s 2021 birthday pop quiz and UR Devilgram.

equalizer

Features a fighter-MC, lots of OOC characters, and generally dark content.

Incorrect Quotes & Headcanons:

Zero

Sugar Daddy ✨

Saving Daylight

Intimidate

Hidden Skills

Anime Run

Good Workout ✨

Depressed!MC moves into HoL AU ✨

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #masterlist #obey me replaced mc au

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ceph-the-ghost-writer · 3 months

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OC Smash or Pass

Left to right: Djarn's Picrew, art by @/rosieartsie, PotatoLord's Persona Maker

Tagged by @kaylinalexanderbooks!

How-to: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but have a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

Round two but second to none is Dorian St-Ange from Phagophobia!

They/them

Currently 27

Haitian descent, can speak Kreyòl

Can cook you sos pwa nwa (or rouge), griot, and, bonbon siwo/sirop, among a variety of other dishes

Poly and demiace 🖤💜🩶🤍 (so while they appreciate any and all votes for "smash", you'd have to put in some time and effort if you truly wanted things to go that direction)

Always down to cuddle

Prefers to be pursued/romanced/wooed

Social butterfly. Still spoken of highly by their exes.

Close friends with a group of anarchist vampires. One of them is Dorian's honorary auntie <3

Played some sports as a kid, mostly for the social aspect. Would much rather binge something on the couch with you than go for a hike nowadays (pls don't ask them to go hiking 🙏🏿). Will agree to camping if there's a nice cabin or RV involved.

That said, will spend hours in a museum

Into dinosaurs, vampires, romance sims, community organizing, beekeeping, and whatever else catches their interest until letting go again

Famously wears a peacoat, but has plenty of other jackets and hoodies that they cycle through. You'll never catch them without one, whatever the weather.

Unless you play your cards right 😘

Wears socks with crazy patterns or colors bc life is too short not to

If you see this, consider yourself invited to make a poll for your OC (and tag me too).

#writeblr #character polls #oc smash or pass #writing tag game

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solarhill · 1 year

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We're finally here! ☀️ Welcome to Solarhill Village! ☀️

Solarhill is a pregnancy-themed NSFW mock farm sim setting that allows artists and writers alike to re-imagine or create their own OCs as village townies who can be wooed by the newest [enter name] farmer who moved in! This is a community space where all can enter and let their imaginations run wild. We will post events, town holidays, prompts and art of villagers here regularly so be sure to give us a follow and stay up to date on what's happening in town!

Please read our Pastebin document for important information before getting started!

+Read more for how to get started, how to contact us and other info!+

☀️ How to Add a Townie ☀️

1) Download the form(s) and fill them out 2) Upload and @solarhill so that we can reblog your work here 3) You're in! Use the Mediafire download or use one (or more) these images to get started:

☀️ How do I go about making a character? ☀️

Think of this as a Stardew Valley/Harvest Moon type of world, where your OC can be any type of NPC you want! Are they the town baker? A humble farmer? What are their goals in moving to town? What sort of things would woo them?

☀️ What are heart events?☀️

Think of them a interactions the main character would have to move up in your character's romantic tree. With each heart event the player gets closer and closer to the end goal - whether it be marrying your character, establishing a bond, having children...or something more! Do not feel pressured to fill that out completely. You are not required to fill these sheets exactly to enter Solarhill, this is simply a guide to help you along!

☀️ Where else can I follow you? ☀️

We are based mainly on Twitter @solarhillvill but we will always update Tumblr as well.

☀️ I have another question, how do I reach out? ☀️

Feel free to DM us here! We are happy to help you out in any way we can. However we ask you to be patient with us. Solarhill is a free project run by people with full-time jobs and real life sometimes gets in the way. We appreciate your understanding.

#solarhill #solarhill village #kink community #preg kink #queer community

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lyrical-fanfics · 1 year

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Check (Leona KingscholarxReader)

this is part of a series of one-shots that will later tie into a longer series on my AO3. They're meant to be read like the vignettes in Twisted Wonderland, so if you want a sequel please let me know. Also, let me know if you think you know what the dorm the reader is based on!

The reader is not Yuu. The reader is a student at the OC sister school Fantasia College for girls

3rd person POV

Genre: Yearning, Fluff

Fem!Reader

Check.

They were at each other’s throats in this mental game. Even though on the outside it seemed like just two people interacting with one another in a normal manner, anyone who looked just beyond the surface would see the war that was happening between the two.

It was a war of intrigue, a war of getting the other to make a move before the other. A war to not take the lead. A war to deny feelings and yet get as close as possible. Sure, (Name) had blackmailed him in the past, but that was for a perfectly good reason. It was passed that now. It was now a return to one another. They would ebb and flow towards each other, like the tide against a beach. Both of them fight a mental battle in an attempt to subtly woo the other. A tango with no first step. A duel with no first shot.

With the SDC coming up, (Name) was in full throttle, going over applications for stalls, taking care of the culture club’s structures, and inspecting them, all alongside her trusted Vice-housewarden and fellow member of the performing arts club, Vivian. The girl’s sonar-like ears acted as an early warning for anything that came (Name)’s way. The both of them were currently sitting in what could only be described as the field office of the operations, which was a stage that had been set up for a musical number the students had put together. A desk was off to the wing of the stage, behind curtains and out of sight from the audience. (Name) was taking care of some minor things that would only take her 10 minutes at maximum. Vivian, who had built most of the stage backdrops with her bare hands, was finishing some lining on a prop.

As Vivian sat there, the dry smile that always lined Vivian’s lips warmed slightly when she heard the approach of a very specific student. She knew his shuffles well as they seemed to rhythmically go along with the powerful steps of (Name).

“(Nickname), Leo’s coming this way.”

“Noted Viv. 30 seconds?”

“And counting,” Vivian replied. (Name) took that as an opportunity to check her appearance quickly, fixing any wrinkles in her clothes before Leona arrived. Vivian fixed minor flyaways before tapping (Name)’s shoulder to indicate he was turning the corner.

“(Name). Mainstage is complete.” Leona climbed the stairs to the stage as he spoke. (Name) spun elegantly in her chair, crossing her leg as she did so. The great showmanship of Rattigan ran through her dorm, and she wasn’t one to squander a second of the spotlight.

“Oh good, and you have the programming for the show?”

“What do you take me for?” Leona smiled at that question as he approached and dangled the USB in front of (Name)’s face. Leona knew today was going to be one of (Name)’s roughest. Along with being the main representative for the culture clubs, she was also the head of the Performance Art club, which had many shows running on top of the entire festival. Seeming like a prince charming here was the goal, but doing so in a way that was specifically Leona. Smart, and a lot less effort.

“Good, Vil wanted me to go over the entire thing and compare it to his notes.” (Name) placed a hand in her pocket before rubbing two of her nails together to create a small sound. The volume wasn’t even audible to anyone trying to listen in, but Vivian knew immediately. Her ears perk before excusing herself off to another job, leaving Leona and (Name) alone.

Leona grumbled slightly at the mention of Vil's name. He knew that they had a close relationship ever since they were paired as sister dorms, but the amount of time Vil took from (Name) really annoyed him. Once Vivian had left, he pulled up a chair to the desk and placed it extremely close to (Name). He was used to her entourage scurrying off when he arrived and expected it at this point.

They went over the presets for the programming, going over each bit of extravagant drama that was scheduled to take place during the show. Leona grumbled slightly as (Name) had to go over highly specific handwritten notes from Vil, clicking his tongue at how much busywork it all resulted in. He appreciated the attention to detail, but to have (Name) personally go over it was rather cumbersome and pretentious. (Name) already had plenty on her plate already. She didn’t mind, however, as Vil was just as stressed.

“Ah, I think this preset needs to be changed. Vil put in a hex color.”

“Jeez, that son of a--” Leona quickly placed his hand over (Name)’s, using it as a proxy for his own. (Name) didn’t even flinch at the contact, as she knew how this game went. This was a small attack compared to the grander scale of the war. The next came in the form of Leona resting his chin on (Name)’s shoulder in an attempt to read the exact notes Vil left her and then reaching over with his other arm to type in the exact hex code. He had (Name) semi-enveloped, but again, she did not flinch. Any form of hesitancy would be viewed as a victory in his eyes, and she knew it. He would use laziness and tiredness as an excuse if any questions sprung forward. She didn’t want this to stop either, so she kept silent. His warmth and his steady breaths lulled most of her anxieties for the day away, much like any cat on a lap would.

He finished up the hex codes, but only removed the arm that was reaching over to type. He decided to continue to beckon the sets at his own pace, keeping (Name) wrapped up close to him.

It wasn’t always like this. Lots of things have changed, and plenty of idiosyncracies have become the norm. Each ebbing and flowing towards and away from one another, eroding bits of themselves in the other while acting like the feelings weren’t as strong as they were. They were slowly becoming a bit too integral to each other’s life.

“That wraps it up” (Name) turns her head towards Leona’s, who was just about to fall asleep from checking the presets a third time. “I can take this to the stadium if you want to take a nap here, Leona.” (Name) looked over at her shoulder that Leona was currently claiming. She began to plot a way to fluster him somehow. “You seem rather comfortable there.”

“I am, and if you move, I won’t be anymore.” He stated in a grumble, grabbing at (Name)’s waist with his free hand, keeping her in place. She knew all was fair, but she did need to deliver this USB and load up the program onto the computer. She was planning on checking in with Vil to see how he was while she did that, and Leona seemed to know as well.

“I’ll take it back with me in a bit.” Leona let out a yawn before making himself more comfortable on (Name)’s shoulder. Due to her years of being a dancer and performing artist, her posture was strong enough to hold his weight, but it didn’t make her any less annoyed. This was definitely turning into a war tactic, but his end goal had yet to be seen. She was used to his closeness, she was used to him sleeping on her.

She turned her head toward Leona’s, barely any gap to speak without her lips touching his head. Her breath caught his ears, causing them to twitch slightly.

“I see, and you’re just taking a rest now?” She never rushed or hurried Leona. She could, but she had no reason to. If she didn’t take into account Leona’s tendency to drag out time, she wasn’t a good schemer.

“Just a small one.” Leona smiled before settling in further, trapping (Name) in her seat. His goal was now clear. It was hard not to lean into him, hard not to turn her body and be embraced by him. It was hard to resist advancing, and giving up the war.

But staying still was the perfect counterattack. (Name) let out a small chuckle, watching Leona’s ears twitch once again before turning back to the computer. She was skillful in moving his hand off hers so that she could continue to work. The hand moved down to the other side of her waist, then down her leg to rest on her lap. Again, (Name) didn’t move, but it was a fatal mistake for him. After typing a few messages to the printing room, she raised her now free hand to his head. He could feel the movement in her shoulder, and before he could react, he was struck with the attack, as she worked her hand into his hair. Gently she massaged his scalp, before turning her head again. He knew that if she spoke then, he might do something rash. While he wanted nothing more than to let her do it, it would mean a loss in this war.

“I gotta go.” he lifted himself so swiftly out of (Name)’s arms that she nearly fell backward. “I’ll plug this into the main stage.” He made the mistake of turning to face her before leaving, getting to see her half-lidded stare, clothes slightly ruffled from his embrace, and a beautiful pair of parted lips. Something about that look burned into his brain, but just as quick as he saw it, it was gone. (Name) pressed her lips together before smiling and standing herself.

“I have to go run an errand to the printer. Shall we walk together?” (Name) asked as Leona, now seemingly cold and uninterested, trots down the stairs to the stage. He was calming himself, creating a distance that could be mistaken as strength.

“Do what you want.” was all he replied with, but he still waited for her to finish up logging out of her computer, putting it away, and packing up. For telling her to do what she wanted, he seemed to have a choice he preferred.

What an interesting relationship the both of them had. So long as they were both fine with resisting the other, this could go on forever, but with each passing interaction, the game became harder and harder. Passing pieces, and sacrificing pawns, rooks and queens were easy, so long as that king on either side stayed upright.

Just how vacant was the board now? How long had they been playing this game? How much longer could either of them hold out?

Their beating hearts, side by side counted down an invisible clock. One that neither of them dared look at. It counted down the seconds until one of them finally fell. It counted down to the moment that either of them let pride go.

For now, (Name) had moved her piece strategically and had looked Leona dead in his face, saying only one word to him in the game they played, prompting him for his next move.

Check.

#twst x reader #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #Leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader

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longlivethereaper · 10 months

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Hello! My name is Reaper, 25 NB, EST. I work overnights but have the freedom to be available to talk pretty much my entire shift and am also awake in the afternoons. I almost always respond as soon as I see the message unless I'm playing a video game, driving or something else important has my attention. I write typically 1-4 paragraphs, maybe more depending on the situation but I will always give you enough to work with for a response. I only roleplay via discord!

What I require from my roleplay partner:

At least one response a day, though I very much prefer more. I find it frustrating to have to pick up and try to remember what's going on every day, especially if I like the plot but it's moving too slowly for anything to actually happen. I understand life happens but please let me know if you're going to be unavailable for an extended period of time or if you just don't reply a lot, then don't respond.

Literacy. I dont require a certain amount of paragraphs to be written but I do require basic grammar. Punctuation, quotation marks, new paragraphs for new situations. This is a hobby about writing and I don't want to have to decipher each and every post you make. Spelling errors happen, I do it all the time but as long as I have contextual clues, it's fine!

No real life face claims and no stolen art. I know not everyone can draw but there is picrew and other means to make a character. Even if they're just described, that's perfectly fine. I don't mind to draw your ocs!

Must be 18+ as there will be NSFW themes involved! This is for my comfort.

Only ocxoc, MLM rolelplays! I’m currently looking to do a sort of vague roleplay thats ABO based! Basically, some sort of creature woos a human into having sex and carrying his child but that creature is so fucking shy and lingers around to make sure their human is fed and safe but it would take a lot of coaxing for him to actually go back into the house. I can play either the creature or the human but I was thinking the creature could be some sort of god or deity, but could be anything really! Like or message me here!

#abo #omegaverse roleplay #omega #a/b/o #axbxo #mpreg #roleplay #roleplay search #looking for #roleplay partner #discord #creature #deity #monster #monster fucker

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shynmighty · 1 year

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🖊️🖊️ for Taijax and Vhespasian?

This makes me so happy, I do love an excuse to ramble!

Here we go with Taijax!

First of all, I'm so glad you asked about him because I feel like he falls by the wayside a lot (which is totally my fault), so I've been trying to show him more love! Thank you!!

I've mentioned this in some of the descriptions I've done for him, but he's my little mystic woo woo. He is perhaps overenthusiastic about sharing his knowledge of Jedi proverbs and mystic lore. Whatever crazy adventure he finds himself roped into, you can bet he 100% would rather be lost in some ancient library. He's a nerd, but he embraces that about himself.

His heritage and culture are also a point of fascination for him, but more in an academic sense. He's interested in the Chiss because it helps him better understand himself as a Jedi.

His full name is Srost'aija'xani. That was all the information that was given to the Jedi when he was given to the order. The pair of Chiss who handed him over as an infant were never seen or heard from again.

As part of the Silverblade legacy, he is not the Barsen'thor but does become a reputable Jedi master, and obtains a seat on the council for a time. When he is not seeking out lost knowledge or exploring ancient ruins, he accompanies Aeseca and her crew, which is how he eventually meets and falls in love with Nadia Grell.

He and Aeseca are old friends, and they grew up together in the Jedi Enclave overseen by Aeseca's mother. When the enclave was destroyed by the Sith, he and Aeseca remained good friends, to the point where they were separated for an alleged romance. This never took place, but it would be years before they saw one another again, this time as adults. As Yuon Par's apprentice prior to taking on Aeseca, Taijax had a vested interest in curing his old master from the plague inflicted on her by Lord Vivicar. He traveled with Aeseca during this time, and assisted her in ending the threat.

This got pretty long-winded... let's move on to Vhespasian!

This guy! I created him totally by accident and he's become one of my favorite OCs. Galactic Seasons told me to complete a few missions as an Imperial Agent and I made him to delete later... except he was really freakin' cute and I couldn't bring myself to get rid of him. So with him began the Imperial side of the Silverblade family.

Vhespasian is the youngest in his family, and great things were expected of him, even when he proved to not be Force sensitive. He took this to heart, throwing himself into every challenge he faced with all the passion and gusto a good Imperial baby should display. Unfortunately for him, his efforts went mostly overlooked by his Sith grandfather, the Silverblade patriarch, Darth Aemnos.

Perhaps predictably, all this negative reinforcement had an adverse effect on Vhespasian psychologically. Although he excelled academically and rose meteorically to the rank of Cipher Nine within Imperial Intelligence, his accomplishments never delivered what he thought he truly wanted: his grandfather's love and acceptance.

Needless to say, his class story went and messed him up. He came out of it, however, more devoted to the Empire and helping it become the best version of itself. He realizes there's a lot that needs to change... but he also knows that as a phantom agent with the galaxy's secrets at his fingertips, he's in a fantastic position to help that along.

It should also come as no surprise that Vhespasian has some difficulty forming lasting connections with other people. Especially romantically. His love life is a disaster. While quite adept at the art of seduction, the thought of commitment still makes him uneasy. Hopefully, someone someday will come along and sweep him off his feet. Raina Temple came very close, but Vhespasian backed out of the relationship when she asked where it was going.

I'm still back and forth-ing over who he should romance, if anyone. Major Anri is my top contender at the moment, but I can also picture him with someone like Empress Acina (I'd just headcanon it, I know she can't be fully romanced) and of course I could always just make a new OC and pair them up... It's a conundrum. I'm open to suggestions!

I should probably wrap this up, but I'm always happy to answer questions if I raised any! Thank you so much for the ask!!! 😁

#swtor #swtor oc #shy's oc #ask shy

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crescentfool · 4 months

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hello to the new influx of people who followed me from my silly little ryomina comic 👋 i hope everyone enjoys their stay!!! 🥳 i am very p3 piled with sprinkles of splatoon. please feel free to browse my blog tags and archives like it's your feed, i always like seeing posts circulate :3

and to everyone on this fine saturday. or sunday! have an excellent week :) you are so cool

#lizzy speaks #IM NGL I DIDNT EXPECT THE COMIC TO CIRCULATE AS MUCH AS IT DID #i think it's my art post with the 2nd most notes on it... and my 3rd art post to reach 1k...!#some of you left some really funny tags that made me laugh hysterically. sincerely. thank you! i'm always glad to see people enjoy my stuff #and i also enjoy seeing my notifs go crazy over rb-ing things i've reblogged. it's very fun :3 #i've been really enjoying my 2024 so far and i hope you are all carrying some good energy into the year :)#i will definitely be drawing more ryomina for sures everyone buckle up im going to blow your brains out #i have also been drawing splatoons again too and will probably do art dumps for that at some point teehee i love ocs #ok im gonna go :) i have something to work on but. i love you people on tumblr MWAH I BLOW YOU ALL A KISS #have an excellent day!!!!! beams you with the powers of awesomeness that lets you do anything and everything you want woo!!!

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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I wanted to say a few things, first, if you hadn’t forgotten to put in the seen in where miyeon breaks OC’s necklace I think tears of pain would have been dripping down my face srsly

ALSOO, I’m super excited to see how the guys are gonna handle all the new and old trauma that has been brought up to them including oc’s trauma ( that does sound kinda bad tho 😭) like obviously we have woo and the dance room but, also yunho and all of his most precious sketches and portraits of oc and other important designs, and seeing hwa and the others will react to seeing the punctures on oc’s back in the same places as the arrows ( that will surely cause a swirl in emotion) OMFG- AND HWA’s REACTION TO NOT SEEING ONLY HIS SHOP MESSED UP BUT HIS WELL THOUGHT-OUT AND PRECIOUS ATIRE HE WAS MAKING FOR OC- I bet that would break his heart but obviously way more concerned with oc’s health ofc. And yeo’s reaction to the piano and maybe seeing the after math of oc trying to protect the volin 😦

Oh and one last thing, going back to all the important places where shit really went down like yunhos’ art room, hwas shop, and yeo’s music room. What will they think of when they see blood everywhere??? Bc for sure there is going to be a mess left behind esp a lot of blood considering all of what miyeon did to oc and LIKE- maybe they might portray the image in their mind ofc oc suffering or fighting to protect their very special and meaningful stuff OR- if they are to appear in the dance or and are also to see oc’s memories all of their memories.

These are just some of the thoughts that are going through my head rn and it would be a absolute shit show if that happened, but the he fact that it’s probably not even half of what could actually happen-

It was funny, because when I was writing the chapter, I felt like I was forgetting something I meant to add, but I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out what it was. Then, I started watching LOTR again with my mom and it was like a train hit me that I forgot to add the necklace scene in ugh... again, I might go back and add it, but idk yet

Oh yeah, I have a very intense scene planned out for the aftermath, so it will explain all of that. Let’s just say when they see the blood, it’s not pretty. Let’s also not forget, that OC was dragged, bleeding, back to the dance studio, so the OC’s blood is quite literally all over the house.

All in due time. Believe me!!

#ask #hehehe

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airanke · 11 months

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As someone who really enjoys all flavors of Dabi headcanons, it’s real nice to have variety. Sometimes sweet and soft and tender is good. Sometimes awful and monstrous is good. I think both readings (and everything in between) with the right kind of background can be valid. You’ve built your own story with your own history behind it, and it breathes a wonderful kind of legitimacy into your head canons, and I love that. People’s headcanons are always going to be colored by who _they_ are and what they want out of a character, though. What someone else wants or needs is no reflection on you. I know you’re down on yourself a lot, but you have every right to feel and want the things you do, and you shouldn’t let other people’s takes on a character rob you of the joy your headcanons bring you and other people who enjoy them.

I know that’s easier said than done of course; I can’t just speak confidence into existence. I like some rotten Dabi headcanons myself, but I come back to see you explore the sweeter, sadder, and more tender side of his character all the time because I love it just as much. That isn’t to say you should subject yourself to both if it hurts you, of course! No shame, no bully. I mean it mostly to say that there are those of us frolicking in hell who still appreciate and love the soft humanity you bring to his character all the same. You’re good at it, and the art you make for it is so evocative. I love the stuff you do with him and Abi. It’s great and I check for your stuff every day, here and on Twitter. ): need my daily dose!

I know times are tough right now (I cannot stand all these new chapters and I am going out of my mind crazy with it all) but c’mon lady! You gotta value yourself. No amount of any one else being feral dinguses (myself included) should invalidate your own feelings and takes. If anyone tries to make you feel bad about it, they’re legit scum sucking but babies.

Dsfasdfjioajf ///////

I am really sorry that I can be super down on myself sometimes, thank you for your kind words and reassurances <3

Honestly I'm super happy that you enjoy my iteration of his character ; - ; and I'm really happy that you enjoy the content I do with him and Abiteth (especially because of how much she means to me personally, it's so difficult for me to fall in love with my OCs sometimes but I definitely fell in love with her). Canon Dabi will always be one of my faves and I know that I can't write him the way Horikoshi does (because I DO like to explore the aspects of his character we don't get to see).

And yeah, the current chapters are just WOO. I will keep trying in the future to have more confidence in my ideas, hopefully soon I can share even more AUs with everyone.

#Ask Air #anonymous #thank u bb #that being said my darkest iteration of Dabi is DEFINITELY #Stalker Dabi HAHASDOUHFSHOUADFSH #that man SCARY

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hazelhavoc · 1 year

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Hello! I'm Hazel, and I have a lot of Transformer OC's!

This is only for TF!

Here is my post with my many OC's (that I may add to in the future). More information is below the read more! :]

If you'd like to roleplay with me (Mainly Transformers right now) then you can message me on here. But first-

I only do literate, no * or stuff like that (I'll write an example under all this).

I'd prefer it to be on Discord, in a small private server one of us can make.

I only write as my OC's. I feel very comfortable with them. You can be just canon characters if you'd like, I don't mind. If there are lots (like battles and stuff) in a scene, I'll do my best to help you.

This is going to be a one-on-one roleplay. No groups, it's too chaotic for me.

You have to be at least 19-26 age range.

No minors, because I will be doing dark themes, NSFW, and the like. And no, I will not make exceptions. (Please don't lie to me about your age, that's just fucked up and I'll immediately block you if you do.)

You have to have knowledge of Transformers and shit, don't interact if you barely know anything about it.

You have to put in just as much effort as me. I don't want to come back to a half-assed reply. Especially since I write A LOT. It would just discourage me. 50/50 is preferred.

If you have OC's, that's alright too. Just ask me before you randomly throw them in. I'll be showing you my OC's in advance before we start writing. Just know that I do still want you to control canon characters-

COMMUNICATION IS KEY. Don't be afraid to ask questions.

What continuity's am I most comfortable with? No particular order! They will most likely have IDW influences since my OC's are mostly related to IDW!

Transformers Prime (the most common, goated show)

Transformers Animated (another goated show)

IDW Transformers / MTMTE / basically the comics (Woo!)

Transformers G1 (Classic but I love it)

Transformers Earthspark (a bit iffy, the only ones I like in it are Megatron and Swindle and there isn't that much conflict-🗿Least likely to do it.)

Those are what I'm familiar with. If you also like these, then hit me up. We'd have to talk a bit before writing, such as your own limitations, boundaries, and the like.

Now, here's an example of my writing that involves one of my OC's.

A soft cry falls from the mini-bots derma as she rushes around the small cockpit to gain control of the aircraft. Though she's a seeker herself, that doesn't mean she's great at piloting a larger one! "This was built for larger bots, not my size!" Glint cries out, terrified as she grabs hold of the controls. Pulling up suddenly and harshly, making the large ship tip midair. It skids across the rugged ground, kicking up rocks and creasing a long crease in the land as it lands as safely as it can. The poor mini-bot, Glint, flies into the enforced glass of the ship. Miraculously not breaking it, her visor isn't cracked either.

She groans, falling onto the desk, and finally rolling off. Laying on her front. "This Autobot signal better be worth it..." The blue plated tracker whines, sitting up and holding her helm. Letting her processor settle from the crash, ship groaning due to the harsh landing. "I really should have commed before landing..." The mini-bot whines to herself, looking around the small bridge.

Of course, I'll write way more than that lol.

Maybe I'll add more to this post if I think of more. :]

See ya!

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quirkeduptransguy · 1 year

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haiii hewwoooo sorry this'll prolly be a little rambly but! i will talk about my valorant oc corrode who i have. actually not posted anything about before! apologies about that pfft. uhhh okay here we go and shit!

(sidenote: im relatively new to the valorant fandom and i haven't developed corrode the most sorry about that i just wanna talk about them still)

okay so! corrode, real name rez whitfield (almost named them redfield but that might be a little on the nose for me making them a resident evil fan y'know) yeah yeah. they're from new zealand and like 28-29 that age range. anywhooooo let's get to the uh meat of it yeah yeah!

they are a radiant (well it's. complicated ill get into that some other time i haven't developed that part too much but it involves the kingdom experiment stuff y'know how it js) with the ability to produce acid and shit, which. okay to admit i generally haven't thought about gameplay mechanics for corrode as, while i have looked into quite a bit, it's hard for me to actually think it y'know. ive only thought of like a few things and they're just vague out-line-y stuff my apologies. id guess they'd prolly have like an ability that would like idk put acid on the floor and apply the decay effect (no duh (/lh) and prolly limit where other players could move but that's like around it im not all that familiar with the game-game like how that would be to play my apologies. anywho ill just get to talking about corrode's personality etc etc maybe a backstory element thingy.

so, for what i generally imagine for corrode as a character, they're generally. ill get it out of the way they're joker-like (/lh). but yeah corrode is a very weird person and a bit scary and they're quite bad with interacting with others. not mean but they'd sort of creep other people out. they're very loose with their emotions and can loose their cool very easily, along with having not the best control over their powers, which conflicts a lot with the fact that they generally try to follow any orders they're given to a t and shit. this is all more general stuff though not anything final y'know. an odd detail i immediately thought of ive mentioned was that they're a huge resident evil fan because haha the biohazard stuff and like corrode. acid. ba dum tss. also idk how to fit this in but they're an orphan and were a bit isolated in general for a good bit. SAD!

anywhooooo. art of corrode i have woo

rough sketch of corrode and shit

rough doodle of corrode's outfit i did (which. had an amongus head i cropped)

live corrode reaction. need i say more?

i have an actual coloured im drawing of corrode featuring their face but i think it suuuuucks. so im not showing it rn until i make something better

anywhoooo that's all i feel like talking about for corrode for now! ill prolly mention some other stuff later but yeah. corrode is stillllll a work in progress mf so none of this in final. corrode could be a turtle for all i know next time (/j). but yeah that's all lmao toodles

#oc #valorant #valorant oc #corrode #sorry if this sucks lol im very very new to valorant pfft #long post

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moonvalecrossing · 1 year

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Alright, I've asked about your thoughts on the Paldea Gym Leaders. But instead of the Elite Four (there are only 2 Elite Four members [3 if you count the Champion] that don't have another significant role, anyway), I'm gonna ask what your top 3 favorite and least favorite of the Academy teachers in Scarlet and Violet are.

Sorry for the late reply. I was taking a wee break from pokemon related things! I'll get to teachers happily in a moment, but there's something I want to say first. And, as always, POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR SCARLET AND VIOLET THINGS AHEAD WOO WOO! Also probably unpopular opinions! Lets get this shit!

Gotta disagree about what you say about the Elite Four. Loathe as I am to view it on equal footing with any of the other established elite 4s (even freaking Alola's) because of the GODDAMN LITERAL TODDLER IN THE RANKS, it's still an elite four with 4 members. I'd argue Mrs. Topmost champion isn't exactly the best at her job running the league considering said toddler's status as well as the fact she's placed people who clearly prefer their other jobs to being a gym leader. Plus, listening to what Larry has to say she seems to be a bit of a shitty boss, too. Can't get another person for the elite four so you pick the one regular joe who sees this as his 9 to 5 and then you make him use a completely different type of pokemon than what he specializes in? Damn, Geeta I think I hate you. Top Champion, my ass. Nemona's final fight was harder than yours. There didn't turn out to be an actual villain team in this game, but god damn if I didn't spend the whole game hoping it would be Geeta so I could kick her ass and jail her. She runs a joke of a league, and is a joke of a champion.

Now then! Onto the main establishment in the Paldea region! The school and its teachers!

Favorites first!

#3. Mrs. Tyme. I adore this woman. Her makeup and fun hair style are as on point as her sister Ryme. She is a delightful woman and I loved her classes. Plus, according to Bulbapedia, she's the homeroom teacher for the STEM track at the academy. Something something women in science careers booya! I also liked her little side story as you got to know her at the school. At first I thought it was odd that she had such a strong sense that someone was watching her. I mean, I suffer from anxiety and paranoia about people around me and even I don't really notice when someone's staring at me unless I see them doing it. But, remembering her sister's basically a rapping medium (which by the way is still fucking awesome goddamn), it wouldn't be too strange for Tyme to have a bit of a sixth sense about her.

#2. Mr. Saguaro. I looked forward to his classes almost as much as the top slot's classes whenever new classes unlocked. He's an absolute delight. I love when they make tough intimidating turn out to be actual sweethearts. When I sat in on my first class I had to tell my girlfriend that I'd found her fairy trainer OC's real father. Buff scary looking man who isn't afraid of wearing pink and does presumptuously feminine things? Dead ringer, son. Now if this guy trained solely fairy types I'd be getting a paternity test ready! xD

#1. Mr. Hassel. What can I say, I'm an artist at heart. It was my favorite class in school growing up, and it will always be. Hell. My senior year schedule was 50% art classes. It was the greatest school year of my life. Anyways. Hassel. I love this man. I am in love with this man. I would marry this man, damn. He is so damn sweet and emotional and I just want to hug him. I wanted to learn so much more about his history after his side event at school. When I first saw him I thought 'oh god this guy's gonna be unfun and boring teacher man'. I could not have been more wrong. This man? This man is my favorite adult character in the game. I'd pair my player character with Arven, but me? Mr. Hassel. GIVE ME A RING, SIR. (Sorry that got kinda weird but dang this character is wonderful.)

Now here we go! To the fun part! Get your pitchforks ready kids because I'm sure someone's gonna be unhappy here!

#3. Ms. Dendra. Hoo boy. I am a fat kid and I hate gym class. So taking her class and standing in the middle of a running track gave me some bad Mile Run flashbacks. Her class was actually nice, though. Simple, I'd argue. But I have at least two decades of pokemon battling under my belt so I wouldn't expect to be challenged by the battle instructor's lessons. So why did I put Dendra down here? Well. It's not her design. I like it (even if she screams Dark Types and not Fighting Types) as simple as it is. No. She's friends with Tulip. She makes me do that fudgemuppeting ESP training gym challenge. I still don't know if I was only supposed to emote once or spam the button since my character didn't hold her pose like the rest of the people there. Dendra is getting hella hate by association, and I feel kind of bad. However, that's not hte only reason I am unimpressed at her character. Her side story is the least impressive of all the teachers. Well besides another on this list, but yeah. Ha ha tough girl character can't cook (or in this case, make a sandwich how is that a thing these crazy bastards would happily eat a pickle and cheese sandwich slathered in mayo and enjoy it). Her story is learning to make a decent sandwich. And as far as I can tell, she still didn't 100% figure out how to do that. Good lord, woman. Meat. Cheese. Lettuce. Condiment of your preference. This would at least make a little sense if she were in Galar struggling to make curry. You could burn that shit. In Paldea your cooking only screws up if you fail to stack the stupid sandwich right. (And I did often because the table liked to shake for some damn reason. And then there were hte times everything fell off when I put the top slice of bread on. My sanity is in shambles, there's bacon all over the table and I am inconsolable.)

#2. Mr. Jacq. He was almost #1. But while thinking about it I decided I dislike the other teacher more. I don't hate Jacq's class. If anything I wanted to learn more about pokemon biology. Dude's a bishie and I like staring at his face. So long as I ignore whatever that eyebrow situation he has going on. It looks like he drew it with a dry erase marker and the maker faded at the ends. Why is he so pretty. Anyway. I hate everything else about his design. Dude literally looks like he rolled out of bed and put on a lab coat and sandals. Dude is wearing pajamas and you will not convince me otherwise. Doesn't even look like he fixed his bedhead. Good lord man a little professionalism's too much to ask, apparently. I hate those sandals. His classroom looks like a science lab classroom. Put on some gosh damn shoes, sir. The only worse job he could have had with that outfit is teaching cooking. And I get it my dude. You're the pokedex guy this generation. Which is funny because you're not even the same kind of professor as the others. The actual professor's Sada/Turo and those two are [a pair of peas in a pod]. Yeah lets no spoil that one. Thanks, Spamton. He mentions that goddamn pokedex more than I care about. He even puts a damn question about it on his midterm and gets in trouble for it. My guy. My dude. This is the age of the internet just ask online. You did a good job on the pokedex design it's actually really neat to get new entries and see the pictures and the book design is really cool. I think that saved you from being #1 on this list. But the fact you can't separate your two jobs makes me more than mildly salty. They may go hand in hand but I will throw you into the bowels of the deepest volcano for wanting me to get the entire pokedex again to finish your stupid side thing at the school. You don't get a story, you just give me my least favorite challenge in the game. My guy that pokedex has entries for pokemon from the ancient past and I chose Violet. I will strangle the life out of you. How in the in-universe fuck can you expect a child to accomplish that in a timeline where we had Professor Turo as the professor? When its clear the strange pokemon are from the future? Frick off with that nonsense, Jacq give me my shiny charm.

#1. Ms. Raifort. Oh goddamn. This woman. Best teacher sidequest because of what it unlocks and its unsurprisingly interesting lore-wise. But I'll get to more on that later. I have some words about this woman. Bench cannot even come into class with her shirt tucked in. I don't care about that sort of thing but god damn woman either leave it untucked or fully tucked in you look as sloppy as Jacq. And this woman is obsessed with History to the point I don't want her teaching children. She's one of those asshole teachers that picks someone to answer a question if you make eye contact. God damn did I hate teachers like that. Do you want your students to disengage from your lesson? Do you want to really mess up the kids with social anxiety? That's what's gonna happen. The air she has about her reminded me of my French Teacher in Highschool and that woman was such a massive bitch that I dropped the class completely. She doesn't care about her students. Not unless they meet whatever standards she sets up for them. And boy howdy does she go about making you feel stupid if you answer wrong. And did I say this woman is obsessed with history already? Because damn I meant it. Whinges about a new addition added to the school building because its marring the ancientness of the structure. I remember her also complaining about events that occur more recently to present day because they're so recent. Even wants a time machine so she can go see things back when they were pristine and untouched history. Bitch be crazy. Now, back to that side quest. While I enjoy the side quest for the pokemon in it... this woman is completely off her damn rocker for setting it in motion. "Hey kid, remember that story I talked about where Paldea's empire was torn asunder because of pokemon that were cursed treasures or some shit? And they were sealed away afterwards? You know what would be absolutely poggers? If you went out and removed all the spikes keeping those seals shut! I bet the pokemon will be thrilled as can be to be free and I'm sure this won't have any negative effects what so ever! HISTORY! HNNNNNNN!" I didn't get to finish this side quest yet because I didn't find all the spikes before needing a break from pokemon for a bit (oops accidentally wanted to play Fire EMblem Three Houses again and then got further distracted with Deltarune Fanfiction) but if my character wasn't so gosh darn special because she's got me controlling her, I can imagine all of Paldea would once more be turned asunder by some angry chinese monsters. Because looking at the dex entries.. hoo damn are those some vengeful spirits taking the form of pokemon. And to top it all off. When you finish this sidequest and show her all the angry spirits you captured and prevented from being unleashed had someone more stupid and less powerful did it? She gives you the TM for Nasty Plot. What is it with the characters being obsessed with other time periods in this game and seeming sus as all fuck?? Someone give me Looker's phone number I need to make an anonymous report on dangerous individuals.

#pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #hot takes #Moonvale is ranting again oh god #get the popcorn ready #possible spoilers

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