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fanartfunart · 3 years

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Fly Away

Episode 2: The Collector

Ao3 - First

(Féline Sombre & Paon Lilas designs)

Summery: An AU where Adrien never went to in-person school, not getting the cat miraculous, and found the peacock miraculous. -Gabriel Agreste sets out his plan to protect his identity as Hawkmoth. (and try to get some miraculous)

(this is like... twice as long as the first one...whoops)

Adrien felt like a ragdoll. Chloé squeezed him around his shoulders and shook him; squealing the entire time. He just went limp. Resigned to being dragged around from the doorway.

“Hi Chloé. Hi... Sabrina? Er…" Adrien stared at the comically tall stack of luggage, only identifiable as Sabrina by their favored shorts over tights style on the legs behind the luggage. "Is this… a sleepover?” His father barely let them over anymore, how did Chloé convince his father to let them stay overnight?

“Hi,” Sabrina said, muffled from under the piles of luggage.

“It is Adrikins! Your father finally stopped being a stick in the mud for once! I have sooo much for us to do. It simply can not be all done in a measly hour. Sabrina, the guest room is over there, we’ll be sleeping there.” Chloé pointed, and Sabrina grunted in effort before they made their way towards the room.

“Do you need help, Sabrina?” Adrien asked, watching her fumble with the tower of luggage.

“Oh she’s fine, aren’t you Sabrina?”

“Uhhh, yep! Just fine!” They kicked open the door before Adrien could escape Chloé’s hug to help. She stumbled, and the luggage fell into the room. Sabrina rebalanced themself with the skill of a gymnast, avoiding the fate of the luggage. They looked at the mess and sighed, shoulders sagging.

“See? Now!” Chloé grabbed Adrien’s arm and pulled him towards his own room, “I need to tell you everything about this new hero I met!”

“Oh. Okay?” Chloé had been most of his first-hand information on the superheroes of Paris. Obviously he’d seen the newscasts, and, despite Chloé’s insistence that the “Ladyblog” was unreliable, he followed that too. But Chloé was who he got the details from. He’s been reconsidering some of the stories from Chloé’s hand in causing the last akuma.

While listening to Chloé embellish her own role in a story he was in, Sabrina eventually returned. She smiled and sat, listening to the last of Chloé’s tale. “After the fight I did get a good look at Paon Lilas. He was kinda cute. Not as cute as you, though, my Adrikins!”

Adrien chuckled and shook his head. “I’m sure he’d look just as cute with a team of people doing his makeup, hair, and wardrobe for him.”

“Shh, you’re not giving yourself enough credit.” She rolled her eyes, waving a hand dismissively.

"Well, I don't know about him..." Sabrina said cautiously, "When I came in at the end there... Ladybug seemed pretty suspicious of him. Maybe there's something we don't know?"

"He did seem sorta new, but he gave me a real Mr Cuddles! No strings attached like with Hawkmoth. Really, he can't be that bad."

Adrien nodded, "I'm sure he did what he thought was right…"

Sabrina hummed, "Probably..."

Chloé shook her head and waved a hand "Anyway, Sabrina show Adrien our surprise!"

"Oh! I'll go get it!" They stood up and raced off to collect whatever it was.

Sabrina stared up at the stack of suitcases and sighed "This… may take longer than intended."

Plagg zipped out of her purse and propped himself on top of one. "Ugh why go through the effort? Just tell her you broke it when you tripped."

"Chloé is my best friend Plagg, and Adrien is a good friend too. He's been pretty upset since he couldn't go to school. Least I can do is find the gift."

"Blegh, what kid wants to go to school. If I lived in this fancy place I'd be eating camembert all day long!"

Sabrina chuckled and shook her head "You do that anyway. Come on you lazy kitty, at least help me look." They hefted the first suitcase and started carefully looking through it.

Plagg groaned. Then dramatically huffed. Then sighed twice as dramatically and zipped away to find something more interesting. Like cheese, perhaps.

Sabrina looked up and frowned at the lack of kwami. "Plagg!" She whisper-yelled. Abandoning their task, they ran after their kwami.

"Oooo, what's this?" Plagg disappeared into a room, and Sabrina followed. He glanced around the room then shrugged, "Boring, next?"

"What's that?" She gestured at the ajar painting. A… door? She stepped over to find a safe.

Plagg hummed. "Okay, interest spiked. Let's see what they're hiding in there."

"Oh I don't think we should. We should get back to finding Adrien's gift-"

Plagg already disappeared into the safe. The door opened and Plagg riffled through the contents, muttering about what was there. Sabrina tilted their head, and Plagg handed her a book. "Pretty mundane if you ask me. I was hoping for a secret food stash, maybe the World's Finest Camembert."

Sabrina shook her head and flipped through a few of the pages. "Miraculous? Why do the Agrestes have this in a safe?" They glanced at the portrait. "Behind a painting…"

"Sabrinaaaaaaa what's taking so long? And fetch my nail kit! My nail chipped!" Chloé called.

"I'll go down and help her-" Adrien responded. Sabrina gasped and closed the safe, and ran back to the guest room…. And they still had the book! Ohnoohno. She scrambled for a place to put it before shoving it under a pile of clothes in Chloé’s suitcase.

Adrien walked in with Chloé trailing behind. "Adrikins it's a surprise, don't you know the meaning of surprise?"

He chuckled "I do but Sabrina, don't you want some help?"

They stared a bit at him, "It might be nice? There's… a lot of suitcases here…"

Adrien gave Chloé a 'See?' look, and picked up a suitcase to look through. "What am I looking for?"

"It's a surpriseeeee," Chloé huffed.

Adrien smirked, and picked up a shirt, showing it to Chloé "This it?" He picked up a lipstick "This it? Oh what about this?" He picked up a set of earrings, placing them against his ears. Sabrina giggled as he continued, shaking her head.

Chloé groaned and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her nails with a pout. Sabrina quietly handed her a nail kit from their own purse, earning a smile.

Adrien found it. He pulled out the DVD and tilted his head "What's this?"

"I uh, convinced the class to do a virtual hello- since you couldn't- uh, I also have something else if you don't like it."

His eyes got shiny, and he rubbed his cheeks, smiling, "Thank you. Really." He pulled Chloé and Sabrina into a hug.

Chloé looked a little startled. She likely was used to having to start the hugs, but softened into the hug.

He pulled back with an awkward giggle, "Sorry, uh, I'll watch this later. Really, thank you."

"Yeah, no trouble at all. Apparently one of the kids is like, all about film making. He kinda took over, actually."

Adrien giggled and nodded, "Well, I'm sure you have other plans too-"

Chloé fluffed her hair, "But of course! I have the whole day planned!"

Adrien gave Sabrina a look, clearly looking for comradery in the exhaustion of Chloé’s day-long itinerary. She smiled and shook her head, ready to help Chloé make her plans reality.

Chloé had the book. Sabrina stared at it. Why did Chloé have the book? Chloé did not waste a minute to dramatically show off the book.

"Can you believe there's tons of other superheroes that aren't active?" Chloé called, almost immediately summoning the class to surround her and the book.

Sabrina was going to die of mortification. How were they going to get that back to the Agreste house? Chloé wasn't going to just let her put it back now that it was her newest attention magnet.

Marinette wasn't late for once. Although, she did feel late. She hopped up and down trying to get a look at what was at the center of the small crowd.

"Is there a horse superhero?"

"I wonder if Ladybug and Féline Sombre have powers we don't know about."

"Do you know what language that is?"

Tiki gasped. Marinette’s eyes widened as Tiki weaved in and out of the group of teens’ legs.

Marinette stared anxiously. Tiki returned quickly. “We need to get that book, Marinette!”

“What?” Marinette cried, but thankfully the only weird look she got was from Ms. Bustier.

Ms. Bustier clapped and the group dispersed disjointedly. “Alright class, that’s enough. We do have more to learn about than superheroes.”

Marinette anxiously watched Chloé’s new book the entire class period. The book was mocking her, sitting on the desk like it was innocent.

Marinette eventually got her chance at the end of the school day. Chloé was once again showing off, as Sabrina tugged on her arm, apparently trying to get her to come with her.

Lila was on her other side, with her head tilted in curiosity. "Where did you get this?" Lila asked.

"It's one of a kind and totally a secret~" She fluffed her hair.

"Come onnn Chloé." Sabrina tugged on her arm again. Hard. Chloé stumbled backwards, and Sabrina caught her, face flushed with embarrassment. "Ohmygosh I'm so sorry!" The book was on the floor.

Chloé gaped. She pulled herself from Sabrina and walked away without a word. Sabrina immediately followed after, abundant with apologies.

Marinette dove for the book. And hit her head against Lila's.

She grinned uneasily at her. "Hi Lila." She tugged on the book, with resistance from Lila.

"Hello Marinette, I've got it don't worry." She tugged back, and Marinette's grip hardened on it.

"I can go to return this to Chloé, they look like they're going my direction anyway. No need for you to go out of your way!" She smiled broadly.

"Oh no, it's fine, I wanted to ask her more about it anyway."

Marinette's smile strained, "Funny, so was I."

Lila yellped. She jumped up and twirled, as if she was stung. Marinette only just barely noticed a red blur return to her purse. She raised a brow. Tiki sure was going to great lengths to make sure Marinette had this book.

Marinette pressed the book against her chest and ran in Chloé’s direction. "I'll tell Chloé you said hi!"

Lila huffed and crossed her arms with a frown, watching the girl run off.

"Chloé could be Hawkmoth!?" Marinette cried, dragging her hands over her face as Master Fu gave her a confused look. "Bah-wha? I need a plan of attack! Paon Lilas did immediately try to protect her so they must be in cahoots. That must be why she torments so many people! She's not waiting for people to have bad days, she's causing them! How do I confront my own classmate? Do I-"

"Marinette! Chloé isn't Hawkmoth." Tiki said, hands on her hips.

"No?"

"Chloé is a teenage girl, Hawkmoth seems to be an adult man."

Marinette blinked repeatedly. She giggled awkwardly, "Right, right I knew that."

Master Fu shook his head, "But.. Find out where Chloé got the book, and we may find Hawkmoth. I will start translating the book. I am glad you found it, it should be useful."

Marinette gave a firm nod and set out to find Chloé.

Adrien stared at the video of Sabrina taking the book and was suddenly very grateful he had thought about cameras when he finally took that brooch…

"Did you know about this?" His father demanded coldly.

He shook his head "No, no. I- didn't know you had that back there!"

"Your friends will not be allowed back here again. Ever."

"What?" Adrien felt like he was sinking, falling, "But father I-"

"They stole the source of my inspiration and betrayed my and your trust. That is not the sort of people I want you associating with. That is all."

Adrien slumped into his chair as Natalie and his father left the room. He stared out the window as a numbness settled into his chest. He didn't know how long he sat there until he noticed Duusu was curled against his chest. A bird flew past outside.

"... Paon Lilas can fly free."

"Huh?" Duusu tilted his head. "Adrien you know what will happen if you transform too often-"

"I just need to get out of this house. Duusu, spread my feathers." Transformed, he leapt out the window and ran.

"Not quite what I expected but the result is the same. Kids, so nosy, taking what does not belong to them. It is time I got my 'book of inspiration' back, and perhaps a few miraculous while I'm at it." Gabriel Agreste picked up the empty book. "Come my Akuma, and evilize me."

The Collector grinned. "Surely they won't mind becoming part of my permanent collection."

Natalie and Adrien’s bodyguard were all too willing for their likeness to be captured, but the bump in the road came with his son. Adrien seemed to have run away. He growled under his breath. But, as long as he was out of the way of the fight, it didn’t matter. He huffed and made his way out to cause as much of a show as possible. Eventually the superheroes would show their faces.

“Chloé, I didn’t mean to! But really we should return the book as soon as possible! I don’t want Adrien to get in trouble.” Sabrina pleaded.

“Ugh, but I finally had something that Lila didn’t!”

Sabrina tilted her head “I- Why would that matter?” Chloé just pouted. They sighed, “Can we please return the book now? Uh… Where is it?”

Chloé looked up. “Oh nooo, you made me drop it!”

“Sabrina Raincomprix and Chloé Bourgeois,” an ominous voice called. Sabrina spun on her heel. It only took them a glance at the akuma to fall into a fighting stance in front of Chloé. “I am the Collector. You stole my book of inspiration, and for that you shall help me build a new one!” The Collector threw his book like a boomerang towards the teens.

Sabrina pushed Chloé onto the ground before it could touch them. Sabrina got up, and taking the opportunity of distraction, ran.

“Sabrina! You- ” Chloé looked around, finding her friend had already left. “….Sabrina?”

“Looks like your friend left you,” The Collector grinned, “She seems to be all around unreliable, hm?”

Chloé took a page out of Sabrina’s book and ran.

“I knewwww I should’ve just put that book back! Now Adrien’s father is akumatized,” Sabrina turned a corner as Plagg zipped out of her purse.

He shrugged, “Eh, not your fault the door was open.”

They shook their head. “Plagg, claws out!”

They vaulted up and returned to the spot they’d left Chloé and the Collector, only to find both of them gone. “Sorry Chloé…” She gritted her teeth and began to search for the Collector.

They found Paon Lilas before they found the Collector. He was sitting on the roof of a building, legs dangling over the edge, eyes distant. Féline Sombre vaulted onto the roof and walked up next to him. “What are you doing up here, tweety bird?”

He chuckled and looked up at them. “Just enjoying the fresh air. Did you and Ladybug reserve this spot?”

“No, but we do have an Akuma to deal with.”

Paon stood up, “Where?”

“No idea, he disappeared before I could catch him. I already know it’s Gabriel Agreste.”

Paon stumbled. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, he’s aiming to add to his ‘collection’ whatever that means.” She gives the boy a glance over, frowning, “Can I trust you to help find and keep him busy until Ladybug shows?”

He nodded firmly. “I’ll follow your lead, kitty-cat.”

Féline Sombre blinked a little then nodded, “Okay, you go to the left, see if you can find him. We’ll meet up at the Eiffel if we can’t find him. Otherwise, call me.”

“I can call you?”

They blinked “Er- There’s a phone in both mine and Ladybug’s weapons so I’m sure there’s one in your fan?... Good luck. I’ll avoid crossing your path.” She smiled a little then they vaulted off.

He watched her go, the numbness sinking deeper into his bones. He took a deep breath in and headed to the left, watching for someone who would look like an akumatized version of his own father… He let the tides of emotions lead his way more so than his vision, looking for some sense of an exaggerated version of familiar cold anger or disappointment.

He found his father, and the expected feelings were there, but it didn’t seem to fit in with the severity he’d noticed from the last akuma. He didn’t know what that meant. He glanced at the fan, fumbling for whatever would activate a phone. He blinked as the fan created a pop out screen. He found a contact for Féline Sombre, but no Ladybug. He raised a brow, and shrugged, tapping the contact icon. She picked up quickly. “Féline Sombre, I found him. He’s just outside the Louvre.”

“Okay, try to keep him busy and away from the civilians. I’ll call Ladybug.” They hung up, and Paon Lilas dropped off the roof down towards his father.

“Looks like someone got trapped in a race car paint booth,” Paon taunted. His father turned around and smiled at him. He did not like that smile. Was it bad that he was unnerved by his father smiling?

“Hello to you too, little peacock. You’ll do lovely in my new collection,” He lifted his book and aimed, “But before I do, allow me to seize your Miraculous for Hawkmoth.” He threw the book at Paon Lilas.

He ducked and the book hit the guardrail causing it to disappear. He blinked and his father showcased the guardrail's place in his book before swiping it away, erasing it from the page.

"Just stand still, pretty feathers like those need to be immortalized!"

"I'm allergic to paper, actually." Paon Lilas joked. He circled the Collector, getting a sense of his surroundings and how to keep him there. He really didn’t want to hit his father, even if it was an akumatized version of him...

"How unfortunate." The Collector said coolly. He threw the book at him again and Paon leaped out of the way.

"Really, I'm not much of a by-the-books person!"

The Collector growled and caught his book, glaring at Paon Lilas. “I’m starting to see that. You’re all just troublemaking children.”

Féline Sombre did not seem to have the same reservations as Paon Lilas about hitting his father. She vaulted in and kicked him from behind. “Whoops, cat’s out of the bag.”

Marinette was definitely glad for the Ladyblog. Having notifications on for Alya’s obsessive tracking of Akumas and the superheroes movements has certainly allowed her to find the Akumas that didn’t show up right in front of her. She turned down an alley, and double checked for onlookers before transforming. She found Féline Sombre’s message, and listened to their briefing while she set out to the Louvre.

Féline was already there keeping the Collector at bay. ...And working with: “Paon Lilas?!”

“Oh! Hello m’lady!” Paon grinned. The book flew at his head and his eyes widened as he leaped into the air to avoid it. “Don’t let the book touch you, it will trap you in its pages!”

“M’lady? I love that!” Féline Sombre giggled, “Can I use that too?”

“But of course, Mittens. I’ve got plenty more where that came from!”

Ladybug landed next to Féline, giving Paon a glare “Oh hush Feathers.”

Paon Lilas gave her an uneasy grin which was quickly erased as the Collector threw a kick at him while throwing his book towards Ladybug. Féline Sombre moved in front of her, blocking with her staff. The staff disappeared from their hands.

“I think we need some luck right now Ladybug!” Féline said, shifting into a hand-combat pose.

Ladybug nodded, calling “Lucky Charm!” The magic provided a miniature trampoline. She looked around with a frown.

The Collector meanwhile, threw his book at the entrance pyramid. He kicked Féline Sombre into the resulting hole in the ground, jumping down after them.

Ladybug and Paon Lilas immediately leapt after. Ladybug caught Féline, swinging in from her yoyo. Paon tumbled onto the ground, and looked over to the Collector. The Collector grinned, throwing his book towards where Ladybug had hooked her yoyo.

“Ladybug!” Paon called. It only earned him a frown and a sharp spike of suspicion rather than her following his gesture toward the book. She and Féline tumbled onto the ground as the yoyo was sucked into the pages of the book.

The Collector caught his book in the other hand, tapping the page with the yoyo, “My collection really isn’t complete with some superheroes in it, but, I promised Hawkmoth your Miraculous first.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not much of an option!” Paon Lilas went for a punch, only to get blocked with one hand. He ducked the swipe with the open book.

Ladybug looked around, glancing at Paon Lilas’ fan and the book. “Of course! Bird Brain, I need a friend who likes to play ball!” Ladybug raised her trampoline.

Paon jumped back away from the Collector and plucked a feather from the fan. He tried to focus on Ladybug’s determination and imbued the feather with power, sending it Ladybug’s way, “Fly away, little amok.” The feather fluttered into the trampoline. “Got a plan? I assume?”

Ladybug tilted her head at the presence of Paon’s voice sounding much closer than it should be. The mask of light had surrounded his face, and assumedly hers. She nodded. “We’re going to try to see if we can fill up his collection.”

Paon nodded and a bouncy ball dropped onto the ground, and multiplied on the impact. “Meet Doubounce!” Paon winked and caught one in his hand, “Hey, wanna play ball?” He threw it towards the Collector who caught it with his book, frowning. Ah, yes, that looked like the usual response to that question.

Ladybug rolled her eyes and used the trampoline to rebound the multiplying bouncy ball sentimonster towards the Collector “We need Dou and the Collector a little more contained- Féline?”

“On it! Cataclysm!” They touched the stairwell, causing it to crumble, blocking everyone against the ruin and a wall.

Paon started using his fan like a tennis racket, while Ladybug redirected the senti-bouncy balls towards the Collector. He walked towards her, catching the ones that got too close to him. The Collector pressed the book against Ladybug’s lucky charm trampoline, but it didn’t disappear.

“What? Full already?” He flipped through the pages and made a move to erase a page, but Féline kicked it out of his hands. They grabbed the book and tore it in half.

“Miraculous Ladybug!” The swarm of ladybugs returned Ladybug’s yoyo, allowing her to catch and purify the butterfly. Féline Sombre meanwhile, hugged their baton against their cheek.

Paon Lilas snapped Doubounce out of existence and raced to his father’s side. “Fa- Sir? Are you okay?”

He looked up with confusion, but he didn’t… feel confused. Which only made Paon confused. Gabriel looked at the hero, frowning. “What happened? Where am I?”

“Er, the Louvre. You were akumatized by Hawkmoth.” Paon offered his father a hand up, which he accepted. “Don’t worry, it’s over now.”

“You’re… The new one, on the news.”

“Oh uh, Paon Lilas.” He smiled uneasily, and glanced at Ladybug. Who was suspicious again. What was so suspicious about talking to people?

His father nodded, and then gasped, “Adrien! I must find him.”

“I’m sure he is safe. If he was caught by your book, the miracle cure should’ve returned him to wherever he was last,” Ladybug explained.

“Nothing must happen to him. He’s too precious to me.” Gabriel said, placing his hands on Paon’s shoulders (daringly close to the miraculous clipped to his chest). Paon smiled softly, hearing his miraculous beep, as well as Ladybug’s and Féline Sombre’s.

“I’m sure he’s fine sir!” Féline said, “But we’re about to transform back… Goodbye!” Féline waved and vaulted up to the entryway of the Louvre.

“Paon Lilas. We need to talk.” Ladybug said.

“Oh…” He stepped away from his father and placed a hand over his miraculous protectively. “Er… Get back to you on that, M’lady…. Goodbye!” He ran.

Ladybug gave a glance towards Gabriel and smiled, “Sorry sir, goodbye!” She zipped up and away.

Gabriel huffed and called up Natalie. “I’m going to need a ride… I have found a few interesting bits of information about this ramshackle team.”

Paon Lilas stumbled into his room. "Fall my feathers."

Duusu appeared with a whoop and giggled. "That was awesome!"

Adrien closed his eyes, standing still as he tried to let the dizziness fade. "Yeah…" He braced a hand against his temple and huffed, "But… Do you know how we can fix the miraculous?"

"Oh no, you're hurt?" Duusu cried.

"I'm fine…" He sighed and sat on his bed, "But it's probably a good idea to fix it if I'm gonna keep using it…"

"It should be in the spell book!" Duusu said, collecting some seeds from a drawer.

"There's a spell book? Where?"

Duusu tilted his head, munching on his snack, considering. "I remember it somewhere!"

Adrien sighed and dropped himself against the bed. "Alright. Guess we gotta find a spell book." He yawned and closed his eyes, quickly succumbing to sleep.

#fanarts fanfic #fly away fic #peacock!adrien #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #sabrina raincomprix #black cat!sabrina #hawkmoth #ml ladybug #ml duusu #ml plagg #ml tiki #gabriel agreste #chloe burgeois #miraculous swap #miraculous ladybug

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unfortunatelyilikebnha · 3 years

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Me making headcanons for friendships that get little to no screentime but I’m way too invested in anyways? More likely than you’d think 🥰 (it’s been a while since I’ve done a long ass headcanon post so let’s fuckin goooooooo)

Gonna start with the one I think about the most often (platonic shouchako):

After Midoriya and Iida become friends with Todoroki, obviously Uraraka wants to be his friend too since he’s important to her two closest friends

She starts inviting to him to do things with her, like joining lil competitions with classmates and baking and shit

Todoroki is confused why she’s suddenly inviting him to do all these things with her but he finds her to be pleasant company so he goes along with it

They actually make a good team, especially when they’re motivated (which since Uraraka is very competitive and Todoroki is fairly competitive himself, is often). They destroy their classmates at shit like class water gun fights and prank wars. They are a truly terrifying duo and the rest of the class is wary at best whenever they’re on the same team

One day Uraraka offhandedly refers to Todoroki as her friend and Todoroki’s like “??? You wanna be my friend?” and Uraraka’s like “uhh I already am your friend? What did you think I was doing all this time?” and Todoroki (who hasn’t really made friends outside of the context of fighting)’s like “oh. Thank you” and maybe smiles a little

Uraraka is overcome with the strong feeling that she would die for him (Iida and Midoriya are like “join the club”)

ANYWAYS they like training together since Uraraka specializes in close combat and Todoroki specializes in ranged combat, and they spar fairly often

They have a running bet over who will defeat the other in training more by the end of the year. It’s low stakes (the loser just has to make the winner their favorite food), but they like the competition

Uraraka learns that Todoroki has a sweet tooth, so she asks Sato to teach the two of them to bake, and baking together kinda becomes their thing, it’s relaxing and they enjoy it. They do it both for fun and when one of them has a bad day

Todoroki buys Uraraka little gifts, like he’ll see her favorite type of mochi at the store and get it for her or he gets her a Kirby plushy because “it looks like her” (Uraraka jokingly chases him around for that one)

They commiserate with Iida about Midoriya’s bone breaking habits and general self destructive tendencies and the three of them team up to try and get him to care for himself more. They also team up with Midoriya to get Iida to be less hard on himself. They are the Midoriya And Iida Support And Appreciation Squad.

Uraraka thinks Todoroki’s sense of humor is fucking HILARIOUS and Todoroki takes advantage of this to try to make her laugh at inopportune times (almost no one believes her when she complains about this because they’re like “Todoroki? Making jokes? Seems unlikely.” Uraraka has decided that he is the incarnation of evil). She swears revenge on him every time though the revenge is usually something silly like sneak attacking him to ruffle his hair so the colors are all messed up and it sticks up funny

She’s actually one of the people he texts most often, both while they’re at school and as pro heroes (while they both deeply care about their friends Todoroki is the type to accidentally fall out of contact if other people don’t initiate, and though busy Uraraka refuses to let that happen).

Sometimes he sends her weird ass memes at odd hours of the night & when she wakes up the next morning she’s like “what the fuck. Todoroki what does this mean.” He usually just sends her :) in return which explains absolutely nothing.

If anyone ever insults one of them within the other’s earshot, it’s on sight. Uraraka got detention for a week after punching a second year who said Todoroki’s scar was ugly, and Todoroki got detention for two weeks after icing someone who made fun of the state of Uraraka’s clothes. Neither one of them can bring themselves to regret it.

When Uraraka has a bad day, Todoroki is good at silently offering her support by being near her, sometimes giving off heat or cool if she’d benefit from it, and not asking her questions but being willing to listen to what she has to say if she wants to tell someone about what’s bothering her

When Todoroki has a bad day, Uraraka notices and gives him space but also reminds him that his friends love him and offers him an opportunity to talk about what’s bothering him if he wants to + says she’ll punch whoever made him sad (he has no doubt that if he wanted her to, she’d actually do it, no matter who it was that was bothering him, which is an oddly heartwarming thought)

Whenever Iida or Midoriya teases one of them, they playfully go “friendship ended with (Iida/Midoriya), (Uraraka/Todoroki) is my new best friend” then laugh (Uraraka) or look outwardly blank while hiding secret amusement (Todoroki) when Iida/Midoriya is thrown off guard and/or jokingly tries to “get their best friend back” (they r all best friends actually so this is of course all in good fun :’) )

Todoroki knows how to braid because Fuyumi and his mom taught him in an attempt to create some nice memories while Uraraka doesn’t know how since her hair has never really been long enough to braid. However there’s a period of time where Uraraka hasn’t been able to cut her hair for a while since she’s been so busy, and her front hair pieces have started blowing into her eyes. When she complains to Todoroki about this and says she’d braid it back if she knew how to, Todoroki offers to do it for her and teach her how. She enthusiastically accepts, and brags to the rest of the class how good Todoroki is at braiding (which may start a trend of class 1a asking Todoroki to braid their hair - even though most of them can do it themselves - but he doesn’t mind). Todoroki teaches her how to braid and at first she uses his hair for practice, but she picks it up quickly and now likes to braid Tsuyu’s hair for her. They still occasionally braid each other’s hair for fun though

When Uraraka discovers Todoroki’s kind of touch starved but actually seems to like physical affection from his friends, she makes it her mission to give him more of it by ruffling his hair and playfully nudging him and hugging him sometimes. The rest of the class picks up on this and starts joining in, to Uraraka’s (and Todoroki’s secret) delight

Todoroki can and will fall asleep everywhere, and once that starts including “on his friends”, Uraraka makes it her mission to make sure nobody wakes him up unless absolutely necessary bc he’s Tired and deserves a rest

Uraraka is hungry a lot, especially when she overuses her quirk, and though she tends to ignore it and say that she’s used to it, Todoroki starts carrying snacks around with him and slipping them into her bag/locker/pockets/onto her desk when she’s not looking. She’s sure he’s the one doing it but she’s never caught him and he denies it every time she asks him about it, so she can’t really do anything about it except eat the snacks

Todoroki helps Uraraka study sometimes because Iida is great but he’s not necessarily great at figuring out why she’s struggling with certain concepts and Midoriya is great but he tends to latch onto a small detail of the assignment and ramble about it while forgetting what he was originally trying to explain and Yaoyorozu’s great but her study group is already pretty big and Uraraka doesn’t necessarily want to add another person to her plate or be in such a big group since she’d get distracted, meanwhile Todoroki’s pretty decent at identifying the roots of problems and explaining them and he’s quiet enough otherwise that he makes for a pleasant study partner. Her class rank has actively improved because of this, and she made him soba to thank him for his help

I’ll probably add more in the future but when I tried to post this a few days ago tumblr acted like this didn’t exist and tried to convince me it was deleted or smth so I’m gonna post it now while I can actually see it anyways appreciate shouchako friendship!!

#uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #did I cry over my own headcanons? ...perhaps #and yeah ik there’s a lot of Mido and Iida in here too but I love the izukrew 🥺#I’m so mad I had more but tumblr crashed and I forgot some >:////#anyways PLEASE join me in my shouchako friendship brainrot I care them and I wish they got to be better friends in canon #oh btw this isn’t meant to be ship but I don’t particularly care if you want to tag it as such

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Attraction is supposed to be the easy part. Love is supposed to be the hard part. But it's the other way around for Sans as he comes to terms with feelings for you he hadn't thought possible. Especially considering he's lacking certain parts.

Sans was in love with you before he was ever fully attracted to you. It was a little ass-backwards, wasn’t it? That’s what all the rom-com anime and movies out there would have him believe. There was supposed to be some moment when you first met where he just stared at your face, saw an angelic glow around it as angels sang in the background, and experienced total tunnel vision to everything but you. Seeing you in a swimsuit, or seeing your skirt hike up just a little too high on your thigh, was supposed to make him forget who, what, when, where, and why, and—he didn’t have a nose—but his nose was supposed to bleed, or something. None of that happened. When he first met you, what he noticed about you was the sound of your laugh. Not the way your hair framed your face and shined differently under different sources of light. Not the softness, color, and curve of your lips. Not the expressiveness and detail of your eyes. And definitely not anything to do with your body. Not yet. And when you wore that skirt on a day you hadn’t expected to be so windy, he just felt bad for you. You were embarrassed. He didn’t want to sneak glances. The urge just wasn’t there. All he’d wanted to do was avert his gaze and guide you to the nearest clothing store to grab a pair of shorts for you to wear under that ill-advised choice of garment. And that’s exactly what he did. And when you brought him to that water park, he hadn’t given your socially-acceptable half-nudity a second thought. His mind had been occupied with thoughts of two-person rides, overpriced junk food, and how nice it was to see you splashing around and having so much fun. And to be honest, he was more worried about what was going through your mind as you looked at him, a short, stocky skeleton in swim shorts, though he didn’t realize at the time why he cared so much—why the thought of you not liking what you saw made it feel like his soul crumpled up and died a little. That wasn’t to say he didn’t think (or, the more accurate term may have been, realize, because it was an objective fact) you were pretty. He was asexual, not blind. He saw your face, your skin, your eyes, your hair, your lips. He saw your body, where it curved and where it straightened, the swell of every muscle and collection of fat, the outline of bones under your flesh here and there. Oh, he knew you were gorgeous. But to be attracted to someone carries an underlying intent. As he understood it, being attracted to someone meant, that at least under some hypothetical scenario, well… you wouldn’t mind taking your clothes off with that person and doing the no-pants dance with them. Or even if not that, it at least meant a certain fixation with looking at that person. And he saw you and all, but he wouldn’t say he ever, italicized and bolded, looked at you. Not for a pretty damn long time. Not that it was easy to tell whether or not he was looking at you in the way one does when one has certain intentions. Hell, he always got the feeling that love was supposed to be this big, confusing, indescribable thing��but only one of the cliches about it ever rang true to him, and it was that he knew it when he felt it. As quiet as he was about it, he knew when he fell in love with you. Even something that he could never hope to put into words was more clear-cut to him than the issue of sexual attraction. When did he cross that line into sexual attraction? Was it when he caught himself acting like an absolute fool just to get you to smile, because he was kinda obsessed with it? Was it when he lost track of what you were saying for the first time because he was too busy staring at your lips? Was it when he rested his head on the side of your bed, watching over you like you’d asked him to do as you were out cold sick with one of those human illnesses, and felt an ache in his soul that kept him up all night when he thought about combing his fingers through your hair? Romantic love had been described and exemplified to him a million ways over the years. Even when he hadn’t yet attained it for himself, he’d seen its ins and outs and heard it expressed in countless different words. Of course he knew it when he felt it. Something so visceral and all-encompassing and universal was easy to identify. But sex and sexual attraction? Not so much. Everyone got so coy about that kind of stuff. There was an eternal undercurrent of shame to it. Some tried to compensate by making it sound too flowery and spiritual and much the same as love itself… which was nice, and he liked it, but he wasn’t naïve to the fact that they were separate things, closely tied as they could be for some people including himself. Some just avoided the issue of it, which didn’t help at all. Some spoke in euphemisms, either demure—to sleep together, to make love, to pleasure—or just downright hilarious—to choke the chicken, to gargle somebody’s marbles, to do the no-pants dance, as aforementioned. He’d thought it was all something he simply wouldn’t and couldn’t ever understand, as someone who didn’t have genitals and wouldn’t really know what to do with them if he did. And yet, somehow, at some point, without even meaning to, he did understand it, and for the life of him, he couldn’t point to when. Was it when you decided that you were good enough friends that you didn’t mind changing clothes with him in the room, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you? Was it when you wore that suit to your first official date with him, and his patellae felt all wobbly as he, inexplicably, couldn’t get the thought out of his mind of you backing him up against a wall with a dark, simmering desire in your eyes? Or was it only when he spent another sleepless night, the magic flowing through his bones so hot and excited and aching with a need he couldn’t fulfill, because his last memory of you that day before you went home was your lips pressing frantically and affectionately to his face, your hand creeping up his sternum, and your voice whispering that you loved him? You loved him. You loved him. You wanted him, clear as day. And whether it became true that night or in any one of countless gray-area moments before it… he wanted you, too. But there was an issue to come back to here, and a major one—he still did not have genitals. The excitement he felt flowed evenly through his body and overwhelmed all of him. There was no identifiable point in which it concentrated, no part of his body that ached to be touched any more than any other part of him. And it wasn’t like he didn’t try. It was embarrassing, just how much he’d tried. To put it lightly, he watched some videos, not because he was titillated by their content—he found them kind of weird and goofy, actually—but to try and figure out what he was supposed to do to himself to reach that sweet relief everyone seemed to be chasing when they felt the things he felt. There was nothing between his legs to wrap his hand around, so anything involving that was a lost cause. The idea of teasing his fingers along the slit narrowly separating the two pubic crests of his hips seemed promising, but ultimately proved fruitless, not to mention personally humiliating. He knew this was completely private, and nobody else would ever know, but he felt a sense of crushing self-consciousness anyways. He wasn’t getting any closer. It was just bone. Just touch. It wasn’t working, and he felt like shit for it, like maybe he was broken. He tried sticking his fingers through the gaps in his ischia. Wedged a pillow under his coccyx and sacrum and wriggled back against it like a bear scratching its back on a tree. Turned over on his stomach, bent the pillow up into the curve of his body, and desperately, almost anguishedly mimicked that forward-and-back motion he knew worked for anyone, anyone else. For all the effort he put in, all the straining and rutting and soft, muffled pleading into his mattress… all it did was make him ache more painfully, turn him into even more of a mess, his entire body and the soul at its center begging incessantly for the impossible. Until at last, he admitted defeat, slipped his shorts back up, consumed with shame and mortification, and laid still on his side as the heat in his bones slowly ebbed away on its own, unspent. He didn’t sleep a wink that night. Because he knew what had to come next. It was no secret that you were—among a billion other wonderful things, of course—kind of a sexual person. At least, you were open about your sexuality. You joked about hentai, talked casually about ‘turn-ons’ and such, and a couple of times, downright flippantly referred to the fact that you masturbated sometimes. Even before he started feeling the way he did now, that all had never bothered him. It was a strange sense of humor to him, but one that made him chuckle nonetheless, and if you were comfortable with all that stuff that most people got uncomfortable about, then more power to you. He admired it about you, even. But it took on a whole new meaning now. You… knew this stuff. All the things that eluded him, his whole life and even now that these feelings had emerged in him. The ins-and-outs (haha, in-and-out, another stellar euphemism for the scrapbook) of all of it. You knew how to pleasure yourself, and how to pleasure others, and even though he was a special case, he felt certain that if there was anybody in the entire world who could figure him out, it’d be you. Not to mention the fact that he’d sooner personally bring a wrecking ball to his happy place, his favorite place in the world, Grillby’s, than ever speak a word of this to anyone but you. He’d never understood the shame around this stuff, and yet now it was hitting him as hard as it hit anyone else, if not even harder. How could it feel so wrong just to want? He didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop it. That’s just the way it was. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a whole day after he tried to give in to his urges. A few more days passed. The feelings returned often, unexpectedly, and sometimes unwelcomingly. When you joked that his voice was sexy. When you slipped your hands under his jacket as you kissed him. When one of his jokes made you laugh, in that wonderful way he’d always loved so much. The very first thing he loved about you. Suddenly, it had this effect on him that it never had before. He felt so dirty for it he forgot to laugh along with you. You didn’t notice. But he knew it was only a matter of time before you did. So, he knew what had to come next. He had to tell you about it. All of it. As best he could. And he just had to hope that you could help him through it, like you helped him through everything else in his messy life.

#Undertale #Sans #Sans/reader #Sans x Reader #Sub Sans #Dom Reader #No Ecto-Genitalia #Demisexual Sans #Ace-spec Sans #He's figuring his shit out #Mod Kasha

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seasidewriter1-writes · 3 years

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The Mummy!Balance/Obi-Lara AU

A big thanks to @rjnorth-writes who helped me flesh this out! And a shout out to @ban-joey who asked to hear some headcanons!

Kinda like the Moulin Rouge! hcs, I’m gonna do some basic ones, but if y’all want ones that, like... follow the plot of The Mummy in more detail, or want a particular scene expanded on, lemme know!

So let’s start with a little dramatis personae:

Elara Skywalkers works as a librarian at the Cairo Museum of Antiquities. In the grand scheme of things, she’d love to work in the field, or in some more substantial role at the museum. But because it’s 1926, it doesn’t matter if she’s good at what she does––and she is good at what she does, you should see the stack of note filled journals she’s got––she’s relegated to librarian. And though it’s not what she wants to do, she does still enjoy it. Being around books all day is a joy; especially when she gets a chance to sit down and read a couple.

Then there’s Anakin. He’s the cocky little brother who manages to get a job as an assistant archeologist. He gripes about the fact that she’s not out there with him, and that she’d be able to identify things twice as fast as the white-bearded men that strutted around the sites. His a mischief maker, loves to bother Elara at work. Sometimes he’ll accidentally mess up her organizing, and as punishment she’ll make him assist her in putting the books away.

And last, but certainly not least––Obi-Wan Kenobi. A good, honorable, loyal soldier. Followed his troop into the desert on a goddamn rumor, because he wasn’t about to let them go without him. Betrayed by his comrade Hondo, he was left stranded in the desert, wandering until he made it to Cairo. Such events left his trust fractured, his exterior a little rough, and he’s more guarded than he’s ever been. What was once easy going charm, is now apathetic snark. He’s quick to action, slow to trust.

So it all starts when Anakin lifts a strange artifact off a stranger at the kasbah

He doesn’t steal, not usually. But this thing... this golden box with hieroglyphics on its sides... something about it is different. The man in possession of it seemed like a drunk, all scruffy hair and wild beard, sweat-stained clothes with sand in its creases

So he just... lifts it out of the guy’s pocket, puts it in his own, spares some money to buy the guy another drink, and then slips off into the night

Elara is more than intrigued with the thing, especially when she and Anakin figure out how to open it and discover the map inside––the map to the fabled Hamunaptra

Curator Windu (somehow, it works for him to the the curator, amIright?) discourages them from researching the matter further, or trying to follow the map

And Padmé, an American ambassador to the museum agrees with said notion

So when it comes out that Anakin stole the map and was not allowed to borrow it for ‘research purposes,’ Elara gives him the most long suffering look, and them whaps him with a pocket-sized book on ancient Egyptian history

After doing some good old-fashioned snooping around, Elara and Anakin discover that the man he robbed was arrested for brawling (and probably other charges he’s been avoiding)

At the jail they meet the jailer––Watto. What fun.

They’re brought to a cell, where the man they requested to meet is brought... and he is apathetic to say the least

He’s scruffy looking, with a bushy bead, stringy hair down to his shoulders, and sweat stained clothes

He clocks Anakin once he recognizes him and realizes what he did

Is very snide about the fact they want to know about the map (”I’m afraid you think me dumb. It’s obvious you’re in search of Hamunaptra.”)

When Elara steps forward to take the reigns of the conversation, apathy turns to roguish charm; which leads to his getting her close enough to the bars to kiss her through them, demanding that she get him out of there if she wants his help

And Elara is reeling from that kiss because it’s quick and rough and lingering, and nothing like that has ever happened to her before

One he’s saved from execution, he founds himself duty bound to help out the pretty lady and her snarky brother. So arrangements are made to help them journey out into the goddamn desert––‘cause that went well last time

Needless to say when the previously very scruffy Obi-Wan Kenobi is perfectly clean cut, Elara is thrown for a loop

Because now his hair is cut and clean and swept into a perfect side-sweep. He’s clean shaven. And his clothes are crisp and clean... he is, perhaps, the most handsome man that she’s ever seen, and she is visibly struck by that

And yet she is reminded of his sharp, snide attitude and that has her more than a little hesitant. After all, the devil has a beautiful face...

Obi-Wan re-encounters Obi-Wan on the river boat, much to his chagrin; and even worse, Hondo’s taken to flirting with Elara, which gets him strangely riled up

And so he throws Hondo into the River Nile... but not while Elara is watching. Not that it would matter if she’d been there, because he didn’t care what her opinion of him was. Nope, he couldn’t care less that her opinion of him was at ground level...

By the time they make it to Hamunaptra, it’s become clear that Obi-Wan’s got a soft spot for Elara, who’s been happily rattling off facts about the lost city, the desert, ancient Egyptian culture... it’s endearing how excited she gets when discussing such things. And he’s happy to listen. Quietly, of course

And Elara realizes that he isn’t too bad––despite throwing her into the Nile, having a snarky comment for every situation, and being an over-all rogue. There’s a charm about him, something warm hidden beneath the exterior of a man who had been through and seen much

Dooku and Wyle are part of Hondo’s expedition crew

And it is through working their way through the tombs that the roguish Obi-Wan Kenboi finds himself being softer and softer towards the bookish, beautiful Elara Skywalker; and her brother’s growing on him, but he’s still a cocky bastard. And that Elara finds herself particularly drawn to this roguish man that seems to have a hidden soft side

And Anakin is watching it all happen, not sure whether he should egg them on, or be completely disgusted by it

Over drinks under a cloudless, nighttime desert sky, Elara asks Obi-Wan to teach her how to fight; and he agrees, and is pleasantly surprised that, even drunk, she’s a natural

They almost kiss again... but just as Elara goes in for it, Obi-Wan stops her and urges her to get some sleep... which comes sooner rather than later, given as she passes out shortly afterwards

The action and adventure only drives them closer together; the Mummy seems to have taken an interest in Elara, which neither Anakin or Obi-Wan are a fan of––and she really isn’t a fan of––and that drives them all back to Cairo

Obi-Wan and Elara get into it when he insists the best thing to do is flee, and she thinks it’s best to stay and fix the mess they’d made. She thinks they should stand their ground, and he fires back with the fact that this was not what he’d been contracted to do, and he didn’t start anything

So they part ways on bad terms, leaving Elara and Anakin scrambling to figure out how to fix this mess; and she’s initially enthusiastic when Obi-Wan makes his harried return, spewing something about the fact the Mummy and all its plagues were coming to Cairo for revenge

Elara, true to form, ends up being self-sacrificing and agrees to go off with Hondo and the Mummy, much to Anakin and Obi-Wan’s horror; but she knows that if there’s anyone that’ll fight through hell to get to her, it’s Anakin...

And she’s got a feeling Obi-Wan might just do so, too

And by the end of it all, that assumption is proved correct. He fights like hell to save her, even though she’s held up damn well on her own

The funny thing, both of them find, is how these situations can drag the right people together. How the danger makes you both re-evaluate and evaluate what matters. It reinforced just how dear Anakin and Elara are to one another. It revealed that, despite the circumstances of their meeting, Anakin and Obi-Wan are a good team. And it showed how a rogue and a librarian might just be perfect for one another.

#obi-lara au #a Balance AU #mary writes headcanons #obi-wan x oc #obi-wan/oc fic

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half and half with bailey and karol?

went 2 bed, took a shower, had breakfast, sorry for the wait

#squad: who's friends with who? what are the squad dynamics like?

Bailey is quiet compared to Heather, and more shy right off the bat, but it doesn’t take him long to settle down comfortably. Even if he is generally a quiet one of the group, when comfortable enough he will wrassle and drink you under the table, always ready to annoy Heather, but won’t mess with Javier

microscope: zoom in -- describe the little, insignificant details about an OC.

Well-manicured nails, long eyelashes, silently moving fingers like on a guitar neck when listening to a song he knows, faint freckles on his face and shoulders especially after being in the sun a lot

fragrance: what do your OCs smell like?

Whatever deodorant he uses most of the time, sweat right after gym, cocoa butter kiss when he’s washed his hair

photo album: describe one of your OCs' favorite memories.

Big things in his life like becoming an uncle, wedding, finding out Kasia’s pregonate, becoming a dad himself, so many things with Minnie

mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.

outlaw in ‘emswing low, sweet chariotlay lowwhiskey lullabybefore he cheats

wardrobe: what's your OC(s) style like?

Jeans, flannels, so many T-shirts with prints or not, cargo shorts, sneakers, very casual and comfortable cowboy chic

lightning: are they impulsive? and who is their impulse control?

Not too much, he’s done plenty of dumb shit too but most of the time he’s the one pulling back on shenanigans. He’s the impulse control and before that he had nobody to hold him back so

ufo: identity! what are some key identifying qualities or traits of your OC(s)? how to they identify in regards to gender/sexuality?

He’s a gentle giant teddybear type, super nice, honest and trustworthy. Dedicated. He’s a man and sure of that and not afraid of rocking nail polish and pink hair, for sexuality he figured kinda early on he gets crushes on everyone regardless of their identity. If they got the booty he’s lookin’

love note: who likes who? crushes? relationships? are they mutual or unrequited?

Even though they weren’t his type at first he fell for Kasia real quick and let’s be honest who isn’t at least a little attracted to Aaron

poison: vices/bad habits? what are they? how do they affect your OC?

He’s such a wholesome guy he doesn’t really have bad habits. He goes to the gym, eats healthy, looks after his loved ones and calls his mom once a week to say hello. If anything then sometimes taking one beer too many. Whiskey he takes conservatively

compass: who's the moral compass? in general: what are your OCs' morality like? do they have high morals, or not? are their morals self imposed, or do they base their morals on religion/family/influence of others?

He’s a good moral lad who’s been taught by his mom to treat others well and so he does and it’s worked for him so far. It’s cool to be nice and honest

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track & field: which (if any) of your OCs are athletic? what sports to they play? which of your OCs would go HARD in P.E.?

Karol keeps their body tight, they go to the gym multiple times a week and have added self-defense classes on that, they’re thin but could kick you on your ass if needed

parachute: who does your OC(s) trust the most? who makes them feel safe? who would they do absolutely anything for?

They’re well-guarded in general, probably have like one best friend who is the only one to know what they do for a living. Safest they feel alone at home, door locked and cat on lap

conspiracy theory: what are your OC's beliefs? are they skeptics or do they believe easily? who acts on blind faith? who needs to see to believe?

Not particularly faithful or spiritual, doesn’t follow anything, especially not blindly. Somewhat mistrustful.

zodiac: what's their sign? does it influence their personality? do they care about astrology?

No clue what their sign is but they also don’t really care. They do know what their star/moon/sun signs are in case it pops up but it has no effect on their life

contact: how does your OC(s) feel about touch/physical contact? are they affectionate? if so, how do they display affection to others?

Very much a slut for touch and physical contact, enjoys it wholeheartedly. They can fake affection seamlessly but their genuine affection is more on the lowkey side, hugs, cuddles, giving a kiss on forehead or cheek, just holding hands. Enjoys holding hands when out with friends, the type to sling their legs on yours or rest their head on your shoulder when hanging out

interiors: describe your OC(s) bedroom/home/or a place they consider "theirs". what's in it? do certain items have a special significance to your OC?

They got money but they also got taste, their home is very cozy and comfortable, kinda sparsely decorated. All furniture and appliances are really expensive. Some houseplants and some grass for the cat, some cat trees, plenty of toys. Plenty of clothes and shoes but most of the raunchy stuff they keep at the club. Doesn’t really bring gifts from customers home, what prized items they have are gifts from friends.

hobby: what do they love? what captivates them? what are their passions?

They love music, alongside listening to it a lot they also play the piano. It’s a way to relax and just do what they enjoy in their own spare time, with no audience.

psyche: what's their head space like? do they have any mental illnesses? how do they process difficult or emotional situations? what are their coping mechanisms?

After being nearly gotdamn killed they have anxieties about going outside, always would rather walk with someone, no matter where they go. Practically run back home after parting ways. Otherwise they’re doing fine, they can distance themselves from a lot of the bad and put on an act so even the nastiest customers don’t get to them. Has one friend to vent to if needed, otherwise just stays home, plays the piano, pets a cat and has a cup of tea. Kinda accepts that some people treat them bad, tbh

chess board: are they logical? or a schemer/planner?

Karol is pretty smart in general but leave any other business than their own to others. Very much distancing themselves from everything else going on at the club than what they themselves do because if seems like the smart thing to do in case the law comes knocking

shooting star: if your OC(s) could have one wish what would it be?

Otherwise would want their singing voice back but on the other hand that’d make them anxious that someone might try to kill them again for it

wild card: talk about any OC! anything you want!

Even though the can’t sing, they still hum a lot, like when doing their makeup or hanging out at the club, or at home dancing with the cat

#some of the questions are like 'who is the most...' so i worked around those #i still suck at making playlists though #long oc thing #karol puts their legs on you on the backroom couch and you legally can't move until they do

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