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#he's also filipino for no reason other than i said so

reiniesainyo · 2 months

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IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 04

04 | I CAN SEE YOU previous | next | masterfile

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. there's some filipino in this chapter, which I'll have translations placed in between the lines!

liked by iamcharliebushnell, leahsavajeffries, and 302,457 others. thelnarchives “oh percy, i think your battle’s just begun.” 🌊⚔️

user1 rina's conversation with percy before he leaves instead of it being chiron or whatever is so ... so . i'm gonna cry over those lines for days user2 the angst they're setting us up for is insane

iamcharliebushnell oh my muse thelnarchives oh my traitor iamcharliebushnell oh that's not! thelnarchive no, in the sense that–

user3 oh the charlie-yn chemistry my roman empire

user4 i'm gonna miss seeing her on screen so much i need something soon

leahsavajeffries it was such a pleasure working with you 🥹 can’t wait for more scenes together, thank you for being my ate thelnarchives leah my baby bunso i love you so much you're so amazing

user5 yn calling leah "bunso" ie youngest in an affectionate manner and leah calling yn "ate" meaning older sister is so cute this isn't right i have diabetes

dior.n.goodjohn IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY IMY thelnarchive i miss you too, dior!

user6 this cast is so smitten for her and i see why and i know why user7 she's such a sweetheart ik they said not to trust celebrities but like oh my god

iamcharliebushnell wait i just saw the whole post, yn the third photo is foul. that's foul. thelnarchive you love me still walker.scobell that's because you're the only one who will dior.n.goodjohn BRO GOT COOKED HAHAHAH

walker.scobell yn please come back they tied me to a pole last time please thelnarchive WALKER I WAS GONE FOR ONE DAY THEY DID WHAT???? iamcharliebushnell okay it wasn't like that walker.scobell YOU LAUGHED AT ME YOU CAN'T SAY THAT.

user8 THE THIRD SLIDE IS INSANE user9 she's real for that one though.......

user10 charlie not noticing is sus user11 bro was mesmerized with her beauty

liked by iamcharliebushnell, leahsavajeffries, and 201,498 others. thelnarchives what's this? catch me iamcharliebushnell walker.scobell and leahsavajeffries on the fangirlpediapod this valentines! we discuss not just PJO but also our personal lives :0

iamcharliebushnell for fun here's two snippets of some iconic lines: "the trauma never goes away, it just changes form." and "she's so "i can fix him" core coded yes" thelnarchives there's a reason i'm a debate champion user1 DEBATE CHAMPION???? thelnarchives hear more about my personal life this feb 14

user2 OH I'M SEATED I'M SAT user3 bro i'm sat anyways i don't have a boyfriend

user4 oh the quote she gave ate it ATE i can't wait

fangirlpediapod IT WAS SO SO AWESOME GETTNG TO TALK TO YOU

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twsthc · 9 months

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twst ethnicity & language hcs 🦇

THANK U EVERYONE ON TWITTER WHO SUBMITTED HCS!! This thread took me forever, pls forgive an punctuation/general writing inconsistencies or spelling errors

warnings: none

last updated: apr 11, 2024

some collective headcanons:

i think the characters who are close to each other share words with each other and everyone kind of mixes things up (projecting)

"que... 为什么 es 你的 kouting 说了吗?!"

???? i hope this makes sense

all of them swear in their native languages when angry (minus riddle)

HEARTSLABYUL 🍓

Riddle: White British & Kinh Vietnamese, speaks Vietnamese

╰Mom: 🇻🇳 Dad: 🇬🇧

this hc is based on my vietnamese friend whos mom is the same as riddles

thank you for the hc nhi ily

Ace: Filipino, speaks Tagalog

constantly using "nanay mo" (your mom) insults

Deuce: Han Taiwanese & Yamato Japanese, speaks (正體字) Mandarin

╰Mom: 🇹🇼 Dad: 🇯🇵

his mom and ahgong speak hokkien and he doesnt, he also struggles to read traditional characters

his mom gave birth to him when she was a teen and she doesn't know the father so he's not too connected to his JP side

Cater: Hispanic Filipino of British Latin descent, speaks Filipino and Spanish

Trey: Malay Indonesian, speaks Indonesian and Malay

SAVANACLAW 🥩

Leona: Tanzanian, Kikuyu Kenyan, Malian (Mandinke)

╰Mom: 🇹🇿🇰🇪 Dad: 🇹🇿🇲🇱

i know he sucks his teeth all the damn time

tsk get out of my way herbivore tsk ugh tsk

ghana is one of the only african countries that still have a monarchy

also the lion king is based off of Mansa Musa the Malian king so YA

Ruggie: Afro-Brazilian & Gullah, speaks Southern Tutnese, Gullah, & Brazilian Portugese

╰Mom: 🇧🇷 Dad: 🇺🇸

projection beam

uses tutnese to be sneaky, Gullah with his grandma

i know the soul food in his house on sunday goes CRAZY

more connected to his Gullah side because his grandma is AA and he doesnt know his brazilian parent, but does try to learn more about the culture just for himself

Jack: Inuit Alaskan, Tarabin Bedouin Afro-Egyptian, speaks Arabic

╰Mom: 🇪🇬 Dad: "🇺🇸"

no one submitted hcs for jacky wacky...

well he speaks the Masri dialect methinks

OCTAINEVILLE 🐚

HONORABLE MENTION: someone said they hc the octatrio speak Danish with an Omal dialect!

Azul: White Italian/Hawaiian/Afro-Hatian, speaks Hatian Creole and some Italian

╰Mom: 🇮🇹🇭🇹 Bio dad: Hawaiian

His step dad is also Hawaiian so he was able to keep that culture as well

Apparently octopi are very important to polynesian culture! very interesting

The reason the tweels don't let him cook is actually because all of his creations come out so spicy and flavorful it started scaring white customers

Floyd: Okinawan Japanese/Afro-Bajan, speaks Japanese & Patois

╰Mom: 🇯🇵 Dad: 🇯🇵🇧🇧

I think the tweels are more connected to their Japanese side than their Caribbean side, but Floyd says "gwan" all the time so who knows

He often mixes Japanese and common language. Not because he isn't fluent in common language but because he wants to

When cooking he tries to combine both cultures (sooo much curry...)

Jade: Okinawan Japanese/Afro-Bajan, speaks Japanese & Patois

Both Japan and Trinidad and Tobago have really cool tropical landscapes so i think hed be super proud of his ethnicity (AKA the greenery from where hes from)

AH i forgot to mention, but to keep up with the islander theme from the OG movies i think the tweels would be more from the Okinawa region

SCARABIA 🌞

Kalim: Punjabi Pakistani, speaks Urdu

ok i said this on twitter but i think he tries to learn Arabic for Jamil (he's awful at it but he is TRYING!)

i also said methinks he likes how the word for "no" in Arabic sounds like "la"

whenever jamil tries to make him productive he goes "lalalala" and thinks hes the funniest person in the entire world

Jamil: Persian Iranian, speaks the Syrian Arabic dialect & Urdu

always talking shit about people in arabic

especially kalim, but kalim doesnt know how to say "lazy bastard" in Arabic yet so he is oblivious

POMEFIORE 👑

Vil: Jewish German-American, speaks Hebrew, French, Russian, & Spanish

╰Mom: 🇩🇪🇺🇸 Dad: 🇮🇳

looks almost completely white

she speaks so many languages mostly for her acting career

Rook: Zulu South African, Baoulé Ivorian, Canadian French, speaks French

╰Mom: 🇨🇮🇿🇦 Dad: 🇨🇦🇿🇦

when they came to NRC they weren't fluent in the common language but sam (louisianan, speaks French Creole) helped them, as well as vil who speaks french

now theyre more fluent in common language but still has a thick Montreal accent

has that phlegm-y "h" sound in the back of their throat

Epel: Laz Turkish & Southern American, speaks English and Kartvelian

╰Mom: 🇹🇷 Dad: 🇺🇸

when speaking english he has a little southern accent :3

hes always confusing the languages he knows if the words are too similar, he also has a little Turkish accent

IGNEHYDE 💀

Idia: Romani Greek & Turkish, white Puerto Rican, speaks Greek and Spanish

╰Mom: 🇵🇷 Dad: 🇹🇷🇬🇷

cursing people out in rapid greek and/or spanish in COD lobbies

i also think he learned like 3 Greek poems just so he could qrt people on twitter who he disagreed with

"those who can not obtain the grape will say it is sour" but like in Greek

DIASOMNIA 🐉

Malleus: Han Chinese, speaks Mandarin, Gaelic, & a shit ton of other languages

mostly speaks Mandarin

can read/write traditional and simplified characters!

HONORABLE MENTION: someone hced him as having Jewish descent and speaking Hebrew!

Lilia: Mongolian & Chinese, speaks Cantonese, Mandarin, Gaelic, and a shit ton of other ancient languages

i think he speaks with a Northern Chinese dialect in Mandarin, I dont speak Canto or Hokkien so idk about that srry :,3

he drawls his 儿s a lot methinks mostly to get a point a cross

Sebek: Egyptian, Nenet Russian, Han Chinese, speaks Cantonese & some Gaelic

╰Mom: 🇷🇺🇪🇬 Dad: 🇨🇳

is trying really hard to be fluent in Gaelic so he can impress malleus

he already knew some Gaelic but just basic words/sentences

Silver: Han Taiwanese, Tibetan, & French speaks Mandarin

╰Mom: 🇨🇳🇹🇼 Dad: 🇫🇷

the difference between Taiwanese pronunciation vs Chinese pronunciation is that it sounds... "softer" (?)

with his character as a whole just having more slurred, soft words makes sense.

maybe he knows how to say like "hello" and "please" in Gaelic because he was pretty young when Lilia brought him in and he naturally picked up like... two words

also i hc he is tibetan because the wiki page said sleeping beauty is set in the himalayas? so i just ran with it LOL

#THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #headcanons #projecting #hcs #twsthc

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viisator · 9 months

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The Rhythm of her

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Historical Fiction.

Warning: none.

Description: You've always wanted to be a professional violinist, you are someone who idolize someone like the violinist virtuoso Niccolo Paganini, but it seems like your parents have different plans for you. And so, you were married to a Prince of a neighbouring kingdom. As soon as you both got married, he became King while you, a Queen. But what if the longing of your childhood dream still linger in your chest, are you ready to let him go?

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Word count: 1670 words

(This fic is inspired by the Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story series from Netflix, and the Filipino film Hello, love, good bye.)

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It was two years ago, he was seventeen when they first met and he was no longer a Prince, the day of their wedding, and she wore the whitest gown, and the prettiest hair. She never looked at him that day, even at their first kiss when the priest announced them, husband and wife.

He admit that they were too young, and she was chased away from home, that she felt very sad that only the strong strings of the violin can make her less sentimental; but he just wanted to talk and spend time with her.

He loved it when she played the instrument, the way she gently close her eyes when she started playing a piece, the way she moves her hands, the way her fingers pressed through the strings. It was elegant. His Queen was very elegant.

The Queen loves the garden that is next to the music room, she often strolls down the garden in the early morning looking through her favourite flowers, peonies. And the king also often watches her take a stroll on his balcony.

They do not talk much in their first month of marriage, and the only interaction they have was at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, then after all that they'd go in their ways.

The King, Riki, loves to play sports, he loves adventures and new places, and he loves to explore and listen to his wife's playing the violin often at tea time.

While the Queen, Y/n, loves to read and loves to write her thoughts through her journals discussing her everyday recycled life. And most of all, she loves to play music.

The couple was quite the opposite. They do not talk much, they do not ask each other much such as 'How is your day?'. They only glance at each other and nod in their way when they bump into each other.

Their marriage was over a year when they started to open up a bit with each other. The Queen, then found herself loving the way Niki danced, she loves how he expresses himself by following the music. The Queen also loves his bubbly personality, whenever she hears him giggle she couldn't help but laugh with him, telling him he laughs like a child.

Y/n walks through the garden making her way into the pavilion near the pond.

There, she saw him staring deeply into the waters as if he was searching for something.

"Good afternoon." She quietly said as she join him at his side, not glancing at him.

The king then chuckles. "It is quite early for afternoons, my Queen." Niki shifted his gaze at Y/n, he could see her eyes and her slightly agape mouth.

She looks beautiful, more than beautiful, Majestic she truly is.

"Why are you here? Something the matter?" Y/n asked finally glancing at him.

"I was wondering if the Queen wanted to dance with me at the Queen dowager's Birthday banquet." Niki silently said, quite enough for Y/n to hear.

"You're the King, how could you not? It is just a dance after all." Niki only looked at her, then turned his attention to the pond.

"I thought you never wanted to dance with me." His voice was painted blue, but for some reason, it made your heart warm that he wanted to dance with you.

"How so?" You asked through your small smile.

"You might want to spend time in the orchestra more playing the violin...like you did last year." The Queen looked at him when she heard him whisper it out. She felt bitterness as she observes his hopeful gaze.

"Well, I'll think about it," The Queen said, swallowing, avoiding his gaze.

Her movement made Niki chuckle a little, quite teasingly.

"I thought I could dance with you since I am the King," Niki said pointing at himself.

"Would you still pick violin over your godly good-looking husband? Who dances very gracefully and handsomely?" Y/n looked at him, whispering 'stop it".

A short silence followed then, Niki sensed her sudden dejection when they made contact in the eye, and she heave a long slow sigh.

"You know that playing the violin is the only thing that reminded me of home..." The Queen held his right cheek, and he can feel the warmth of her palms and her breath that always smelled like earl grey, but he could only sigh.

" Can I not be your home?" The Queen went silent for a second before locking her gaze at her feet.

"Can I not give you the comfort? Do I not seem like a husband?" Niki wanted her to look at him, but all she wanted to do was avoid his expressive eyes.

"...Paganini," Y/n whispered.

"I've always wanted to be a professional violinist..." She bitterly smiled at him.

"I thought that if I showed my father how great I am at playing, he might let me off the hook at marrying."

The Queen took a deep breath then she look at him expressing so much of the emotions she feels, until her lips trembled.

"I am sorry." Was all Niki can say and he embrace her deep into the warmth of his chest.

Days and weeks passed and this day, and his Royal Majesty- Niki, watch you play in front of three violin critics, where they'll observe you whether you passed as a great violinist.

Last week, Niki sent letters to each of them inviting them to the palace to watch you play, thinking it could make you happy if you hear them say you're more than a violinist virtuoso.

When the moment you put your instrument down, claps filled the room, and eventually, when you opened your eyes, your gaze landed on him. He was so proud, he was smiling up to the eyes, and he mouthed a small 'Good job', making your heart warm as your shoulder relaxed.

The critics said you were such a great violinist, that one of them even gave you a ticket to the opera they will perform next week.

You were very happy when one of them said you can be part of an orchestra. Your heart was filled with enthusiasm and also warmth after hearing that.

The day had passed quickly and the three critics went home.

The smile you wore since the day started never left your face up until now. You saw Niki on the balcony watching the sunset and the sky was a mix of orange and purple.

"Thank you." You let out a sigh.

"I'm glad you loved it." He said looking at your face endearingly, and then you slowly put your head at his shoulders.

"One of them said that if only I wasn't the Queen, I might be a popular violinist by now!" Your voice wasn't as enthusiastic as Niki feels, but he quietly chucked smiling at the sky and then looking at you.

"You can be a violinist if you want Y/n," He said as quietly as a whisper. You lifted your head after hearing those. You could not know what to feel, it was as if all sorts of emotions were in there.

"You can leave the title if you want, I'll not remarry or even think of it. You can be a great musician while I wait for you."

The look in his eyes was unreadable and at the same time they were sincere, his words are true, you can feel. But you don't feel the enthusiasm that he thought you'll do when he opened it up to you.

"But what about you?" Hearing your voice made his heart heavy, and then slowly, he could feel a lump form in his throat, but he could only swallow it as he deeply drowns in your eyes.

"I'll always love you."

The Banquet of the Queen Dowager's Birthday came and you were captivated by what your husband- Niki wore.

While dancing, you could only think of him while he held you and your eyes as he guides you to your feet. His smile was the warmest of summer, and his touch was the comfort of the music you've always known but never heard.

The whole night went through with the both of you dancing. It was fun and heartwarming. It felt like a scene straight out of a book.

Until midnight came, you found the both of you looking deeply at the dark sky filled with stars that reflects on the pond.

"I've been thinking it through." The Queen started. Niki could only stay silent, but deep inside, he wished it was him whom she'll pick, he wished and hoped she'll stay with him.

'A little longer please.' He'd thought.

'Stay in my embrace... please.' And he'd wish over, and over again in his mind.

But when her eyes caught him, her teary bloodshot eyes, her bitter-sour gaze, and the way she slowly held his hand.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and held her left cheek once he heard her trembling voice.

"Go and be what you've always dreamt of. I know you'll be happy." Y/n only nodes at his words.

"I'll always love you." Y/n lastly said kissing him deeply, feeling every taste, showering her every emotion, for she know, that they both know that it would be the last.

And once their kiss was broken, she huff her breath, stealing a glance at him for the last time, and not long, she let him go, until he could only see her back, until darkness enveloped her, until she was no longer there.

His tears could not stop, and Niki's chest seems so tight, it was as if he could not breathe.

Until he regained his breath, still not going anywhere but the pavilion by the pond. Still not looking anywhere but the place she disappeared into. He could only heave a deep long sigh and close his eyes.

"I'll always love you more."

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lingkaranitubumi · 7 months

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So BG3 is currently holding a chokehold on me and I can't help but think of hetasean dnd au. I'll try to limit this to PHB and 5e for simplicity reasons. also sorry I'm not a seasoned DND player at all i played one casual campaign but only actually understood the mechanics after playing bg3 LOL im a highly kinetic-visual person

Vietnam: Any tanky build will do as such I was thinking an atheist paladin would be funny lol. She is definitely the one with the most hands-on experience in battle. Proficient with polearms and shields. I see her more leaning towards martial classes, so like barbarian or fighter. probably fighter. Looks Lawful but actually Chaotic. Hmm... maybe Neutral Good?

Thailand: Monk for the muay thai coolness. Not sure about his subclass tho... most of them don't sound lethal and brutal enough. Definitely Lawful Evil.

Malaysia: At first I was thinking of a gunslinger build (just so I can give him a loooooong boy ala Malacca era) but the fighter subclass, because he doesn't come off as the artificer type to me. Either that or barbarian for the tiger rage. Now him being a druid would allow him to actually turn into a tiger, but honestly Mal as a character doesn't seem so druid-y to me--Oh wait. he skips meetings to catch sea creatures and talks about social harmony... maybe he could be a druid. Chaotic Good.

Singapore: Any class that relies on high INT, like wizard . Ok I said I'd limit to PHB but war magic is so him. The other schools just doesn't scream poisoned shrimp enough for me. Lawful Neutral.

Indonesia: At first I was thinking of cleric to match his worldflags counterpart but Indo as a warlock is a delicious thought. Besides, Pact of Talisman mechanic sounds like typical indo black magic shenanigans. Of course the talisman must be a haunted ornate keris. Then later another idea came: what if he's a multiclass bard-monk?? The mechanics match up with pesilat Betawi as it's tradition to roast your opp with pantun (type of Malay poem) before commencing the beating. So like, Vicious Mockery -> Flurry of Blows . but if Thai is already a monk, Indo will have to relinquish that role for diversity reasons. I'm on the fence between True Neutral and Chaotic Neutral.

Philippines: Him being a bard is a no-brainer because filipinos and singing!!11!!! also after playing a bard, there seem to be more of roasting a dude than singing But hear me out: deadly dex-based fighter. Or since he already has Pien, why not a beast master ranger? If we really need to play that Catholic Trauma™ then Piri could be a cleric. never paladin tho. Two-weapon proficiency, twin blades because he's a gemini. Same alignment as Indo awww twinning!!! but leaning more on chaotic

this is still a brainstorming post maaaaybe I'll draw their designs some day...... what do y'all think???? I'd like to hear some suggestions 🙌

#hetalia #hws indonesia #hws philippines #hws vietnam #hws malaysia #hws singapore #hws thailand #aph indonesia #aph philippines #aph vietnam #aph malaysia #aph singapore #aph thailand #mengthinking

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thedandelionthief · 10 months

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okay project sekai appearance headcanons time. friendly reminder that i’m always right and if you have any complaints, you should reevaluate yourself. also this is a Long post

ichika looks. mostly how she does in canon to me. i do think she’s a bit gangly, just without the height. the way she carries herself is pretty awkward, and she has bad posture.

saki is a part-time mobility aid user. i’m not sure which one specifically she would use, but either way it’s decked out in all kinds of stickers. also i don’t like how ambiguous her being a gyaru is in canon, but she is one. also all three tenmas have dimples and yes i’m including toya

honami is fat why is she not fat in canon. also, she straightens her bangs, but stops doing that going into her 2nd year once she’s gained more confidence in herself. her hair is naturally super wavy. freckle haver

shiho has really broad shoulders, and also she has a septum piercing and a bunch of ear piercings.

minori has So Many Freckles, and her teeth are a bit crooked. she’s mixed japanese-mexican

haruka also looks mostly how she does in canon, but i think she starts to dress a lot more masc over time, and gets her hair cut shorter too. a big reason she dresses so plain and feminine is because she thinks it’s how she should dress as an idol

airi’s hair is thick in the like. getting the brush stuck in it way, and is also a lot wavier than it is in canon to me. mixed hispanic/japanese, but i don’t have a specific ethnicity i headcanon her as

shizuku, like shiho, has broad shoulders. she’s also 5’10 because tall girls pretty and she deserves to be taller. has more moles than in canon

kohane is mixed korean-japanese, and she is freckly. good for her. also chubby. good for her

an is filipino-japanese. ken is my favorite filipino single dad of all time (i am ignoring the fact that an has a mother. ken is a single father). also maybe she’s taller than she is in canon because i think it’d be funny if she was taller than akito in heels

akito is hispanic/japanese and shorter than he is in canon (he’s like 5’5) and he eventually grows his hair out into a mullet and he has piercings and his hair is not naturally orange. i will not accept it until they show shinomom on-screen and she is a ginger. my good mutual zip has converted me to fat akito as well so there’s that. i’ve just been playing dress up with him and now canon akito looks wrong to me

toya… i decided this just now he is a person with albinism. good for him. and dimples because tenma

tsukasa like i said earlier also has dimples. also he should be allowed to grow out his hair but he has not yet.

i confess i have nothing for emu. i tend to draw her with freckles though sometimes. and actually i take that back i like the hc of her being blasian. she has beaded braids a lot. i can see her getting wxs colors :)

nene is blasian as well. also chubby. why is there no body type variation in proseka (i know why don’t try to explain it to me) make some of them fat i’m begging you

rui has the most fucked up teeth. his canines are like fangs vampire style. had braces as a kid and they did not work. also has heterochromia. one blue eye and one yellow. he is so extremely lanky and i don’t believe for a second he is 5’10 this guy is like 6’0

kanade is so frail and i don’t know why she is drawn like almost the same as the others when she is literally like ghostly pale and sickly but that’s besides the point. the worst eyebags you’ve ever seen.

mafuyu is like. i think she starts to lose weight during her 2nd year at the height of all her stress, but begins to gain back what she lost in her 3rd. she is fat. also cuts her hair shorter

ena is mixed hispanic/japanese obvi and she has naturally wavier hair. also has horrible dark circles. is naturally chubbier and she is once she gains a healthier relationship with food. it’s the good ending guys gaining weight as a sign of healing.

mizuki mizuki mizuki. taller than she is in canon by kind of a lot. like 5’7-5’8. mostly because mizuena height difference is good. also has streaks of lighter and darker pink throughout her hair because it’s natural and that’s how hair works (it’s especially prominent with her though).

all 4 of them get gray hairs early because of stress. ena and mizuki dye them and the other two do not care enough.

#sekaiposting #my hcs

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mendeshoney · 2 years

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you know my weakness is you

author's note: well, you know, every now and then I remember I can write and Mat is the only player I apparently write about anymore, so here we are! this is I think my third (??? yikes) story I've written with an actual FMC character.

this character is a WOC and is plus sized bc...well, that's what I know as a person and it's kinda time I start actually trying to write like it. so let's just pretend there's a world where POC plus sized hockey wags can exist, mkay? i'm also manipulating some of the other wags of the team, so, that is also happening.

tags/warnings in no particular order: 18+, slight angst, enemies to lovers, original female character, WOC character, consensual unprotected sex, spit play, lots of kissing, more unprotected sex

word count: ~ 11,727k

Bruises.

So many bruises.

There were bruises on Summer’s arms and legs. Another on her cheek. All purple and splotchy and not at all good. They looked ugly and marred her brown skin in an unpleasant way that made his stomach churn.

Mat continued to take catalog - scrapes on her knees and elbows, and one on the bit of collarbone he could see before the rest disappeared beneath her white tank top. There was a cut on her head that was covered with a thin bandage, and he could see how part of it ran past her hairline and into her mess of curls. The final injury he clocked that made his composure snap was the cut on her plump bottom lip that made his blood run cold.

What the fuck.

“What the hell happened to you?” Mat demanded.

He didn’t realize he’d said it out loud, or that it came out so harshly until Summer stopped speaking mid-sentence. His friends’ heads swiveled toward him comically, all of them wearing matching “what the fuck” looks at the level of venom in each syllable.

Summer’s usual smile that she had been wearing as she was speaking had diminished, barely ghosting her lips now, and Mat internally kicked himself as the light that came with it left her eyes slowly. That look, the slightly kicked-puppy one he was so used to her looking at him with, stirred up an ache inside of him this time.

“She was just telling us about it, asshole.” Sydney spit, Marty frowning slightly at him from where he was wrapped around his wife.

“I got into an ATV accident.” Summer told him softly, a little slowly as well, and Mat watched the way her lips formed the words, watching how it hurt her a little to speak them with her damaged lip. “I’m okay,” She reassured him quickly. “It looks worse than it is.”

His hands curl into fists at his sides. “How?” He demanded again.

Mat remembers, briefly, that when he last spoke to Tito, his best friend had mentioned how Summer and that piece of shit boyfriend of hers were going ATV riding with his family. Clearly, clearly, he had to have been at fault, right?

“We flipped over.” Summer says, confirming his suspicions, and seemingly everyone else’s, because she flinches, back tracking a little. “It was an accident.”

Mat scoffs, and Summer’s brown eyes narrow at him. He shakes his head, and before he can say anything else, Anders clears his throat.

“She’s fine.” He echoes.

Figures. Mat thinks, scowling. Of course Anders would come to her rescue.

Summer Maldonado was the younger sister to Sabrina Maldonado, the first Filipino Miss USA and his team captain’s fiance. Sabrina had been the Islanders’ in-arena host up until she began dating Anders in his second season with the team. She’d been everyone’s favorite significant other, as perfect in real life as she was on the pageant stage, and it wasn’t until Summer was legal and Sabrina had deemed Anders’ teammates as mildly gentlemanly that she deemed it okay to start bringing Summer around.

That of course, had been Mat’s rookie year. And for some reason, a reason he can’t quite understand, even though he’d taken one look at Summer that first day and deemed her the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life - caramel skin he imagined tasted as good as it looked, curves that he’d only hoped in his wildest fantasies he’d be able to map with his hands, long brown curly hair he wanted to feel between his fingers, bury his nose in - she’d hated him.

So he hated her too.

And had every day since.

Except today. Especially not today. Not when she showed up looking like she fought in the main event pay per view of a UFC title bout the night before.

How could he hate her when he wanted to understand how someone could allow her to walk away with all this damage to her precious body? A body he still hoped to worship someday, just once, if he got the chance.

Mat walks away, decides he can’t look at Summer or the god awful damage to her any longer. It makes him feel sick inside, and so he marches into Anders’ kitchen, flings open the fridge with way more force than necessary, and grabs the neck of a beer bottle so tight he pictures it’s the neck of Summer’s shitbag of a boyfriend.

He pops the cap off with a bottle opener and takes a hefty swig, leaning against the kitchen counter and shutting his eyes as he tilts his head up to face the ceiling.

Mat hears Anders’ sigh as he enters the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind him and joining Mat as he brooded.

“Don’t give her anymore shit about it, understand?” Anders warns, using his stupid captainly voice that he knows will get Mat under heel.

“Did that dickbag do it?” Mat counters.

“He was there, yes. He was driving the ATV when it flipped, but it was an accident. Sabrina’s already laid into Summer for it.”

At that, Mat’s eyes fly open, and Anders visibly winces. “Why?”

That was definitely a red flag. If it was an accident as everyone had been saying, what was there for Sabrina to be mad about?

Anders knew he fucked up, but instead of admit it, he tried to recover. “Safety.”

“Bullshit.” Mat spit. The bruises on Summer’s skin flashed in his mind, and Mat was certain he’d never be able to get the image out of his brain for the rest of his life. “What did Will do?”

He hated using that idiot’s name.

Anders seemed to hesitate, but at Mat’s fiery gaze, he caved. “He dropped her off at the hospital but he didn’t stick around. Sabrina had to go pick her up from the ER last night.”

Alone.

Mat’s chest twisted into something wicked. That dead fuck had left Summer alone in the ER after his idiocy, and Summer had the audacity to play it off like…like…

There was something hot and flaming in his veins that gave him half a mind to storm back outside and yell at Summer until she called her sorry excuse of a boyfriend to dump his ass. But as quick as his anger came, Mat forced it away.

What did he care?

She didn’t even like him. He wasn’t supposed to like her.

He wanted to say a thousand different things to Anders, but didn’t. He stood there, under the scrutiny of his captain’s gaze a little longer, and all he could say was “Whatever.”

Summer remembers the day she met Mat.

She remembers how the team had showed up at Anders and Sabrina’s house, how she’d been in Sabrina’s office submitting her final paper for the fall semester of her freshman year at Columbia, how she’d come out of the office at the sound of her name from her sister, and sauntered into the kitchen with a nervous yet shy smile on her face.

There’d only been about four of them, the first group to arrive, and Sabrina hoped that her casual outfit of blue jeans and a white tank top hadn’t been as underdressed as she feared when she spotted him.

Mathew Barzal. The new kid to the team, and according to what she’d been hearing from Islanders fans, the second coming of Jesus to the team. He’d been as handsome as she’d expected, as good looking as the girls at school had said, and Summer was shocked when she found herself under the intensity of his gaze as it ran over her body.

It felt like he’d taken his sweet time when it had maybe only been ten seconds max. Her stomach had churned uncomfortably anyway as he took in his fill, and while Summer had been working on her confidence, had been working on learning to love herself as she was, she suddenly didn’t like how he made her feel the opposite. A guy as gorgeous as that? What else could he be doing when looking at a girl like her except judging? Something ugly reared its head within her, made her feel terrible without reason, so when his eyes finally found hers, she looked away from him dismissively, drawing a line in the sand.

“They’re nice, but they’re still boys.” Sabrina had told her before they had arrived. “Just don’t let them get to you if they start to bother you.”

Summer took it to heart. Refusing to let Mat Barzal, or any man, get under her skin.

Mat scrolls through Instagram aimlessly, resting on Tito’s couch while he waits for him to get ready so they can go get dinner.

As he’s scrolling, he sees a picture Sabrina posted of her and her sister that’s been uploaded fifteen minutes ago.

It’s a picture from last Spring, he realizes, when he spots the little streak of baby pink hair Summer had under all of her layers. Summer’s hair is straight in the photo, and she’s wearing a long sleeve black dress that cuts off mid thigh, white heels, and she’s sitting next to Sabrina, who’s dressed similarly.

He zeroes in on Sabrina’s caption after getting his fill of Summer and her figure, heart pounding a little as he reads.

“Happy birthday Summer! Thankful to be your sister” Accompanied by a bunch of emojis stares at Mat, and his heart pounds once more.

He doesn’t really think about it when he clicks on the picture that’s tagged with Summer’s account, and clicks on it. The most recent picture is one of Summer from what looks like this morning.

She’s sitting up in her bed, dressed in a shirt that’s a few sizes too big, hair in a messy bun with some of those curls fallen out and framing her face. The clean and fresh look on her also slightly sleepy face has Mat taking in a slow breath, his eyes trying to commit everything to memory. Her eyes are closed as she smiles, one hand on her cheek bashfully, those beautiful, naturally plump, mauve pink lips stretching into a sleepy smile.

Damn her.

For all she got on his nerves, for all she irritated him, all the times she’d been a fucking pain in his ass, she still had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

There’s a cake in the photo, resting on her bed in front of her, and balloons next to her bedside. He spots Sabrina’s purse off to the side, figuring she’d surprised Summer and taken the picture.

“Cheers to 24! Thank you to @sabimaldonao for the birthday surprise. Love you always!”

Mat finds himself commenting “happy birthday curly” and then pressing “Follow,” followed by the quickest exit out of Instagram ever, like he’s about to get caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Tito chooses that moment to decide he’s ready, and Mat screams like a little bitch when Tito says “Ready!”

It scares Tito, who yells in return, and then Mat chucks a couch pillow at him.

“Why did you throw that at me!”

“Why’d you sneak up on me!” Mat retorts, shooting up from the couch.

His palms are sweaty. Why were his palms sweaty?

Tito scowls at Mat. “Are you ready or not? I’m starving.”

Mat grumbles. “I’m not the one who took an hour to get ready, dickhead.”

As they head out to the bank of elevators, Mat pulls out his phone again, careful to expose the screen to Tito as he heads back into Instagram to see if Summer responded.

She didn’t. And she also didn’t follow him back yet.

It’s fine. Who cares? He reasons. It’s her birthday, you’re just being nice.

He checks again at least three times during dinner, and twice more after he heads home later that night.

Mat’s unreasonably irritated when there’s still nothing.

Who cares? He convinces himself. You don’t.

There were five years between Sabrina and Summer, and Summer felt the envy in each of them.

Never in a negative sense. And never because of Sabrina. Absolutely not.

Despite the childhood and teenage years (on both their parts) of them arguing and going through the typical sibling spats, Summer loved her sister more than anything in the world. She remembers being at Sabrina’s first pageant and thinking “my sister is prettier than all of these people.”

Sabrina had been a chubby child, but as she grew, she had shed all that weight through sports, extracurriculars, and was slim and beautiful and maintained the same weight and stature since she was sixteen.

Summer kept the baby fat as she grew, but not to Sabrina’s height, and while she felt puberty wasn’t completely unkind to her, it was clear puberty and her family genes favored Sabrina.

Her relatives showered Sabrina with praise. Always “Maganda ka.” You’re beautiful and “Wala kang kasing ganda!” No one’s prettier than you!

All Summer got was “Ang ganda ng ngiti mo.” You have such a beautiful smile.

Sabrina was everyone’s favorite. And that was okay, she was Summer’s favorite too.

Sabrina wasn’t oblivious or naive, she knew Summer had a tough time, that whenever their Lolo or Lola offered Sabrina seconds at dinner, they denied Summer seconds in the same breath telling her, “You eat anymore and you’ll be as big as a house!” Sabrina had stuck up for Summer many times, but it never really stopped happening to her.

People loved Sabrina.

They only liked Summer.

So yeah. She had her issues. But she also had her older sister to look up to, idolize, reasonably envy, and confide in.

Sabrina and Anders had gotten engaged last year after Summer finished her Master’s degree. The engagement, which, in Summer’s opinion, had been long overdue, had been a spectacle in itself, and now Sabrina and Anders had finally agreed to sit down and start planning, and their wedding was scheduled to be at the end of the summer.

They’d been living in their house in Bayport since Anders all but begged Sabrina to after they’d been dating about two years, and when they did, Sabrina made Anders swear to her that at least one of their five massive bedrooms would always be reserved for Summer (even though Summer lived in Garden City, less than forty five minutes away.)

Summer agreed to come over every other Saturday this summer to assist Sabrina with planning, and had stayed true to her word, even if it meant seeing more of Anders’ teammates.

Or teammate, to be specific.

Especially not with his recent social media activity.

She’d been shocked to say the least at his happy birthday message. Shock transformed into suspicion when she saw he even followed her on Instagram.

She didn’t say anything back. Didn’t return the follow. Why would she? They weren’t actually friends anyway.

Except, he’d started interacting, or trying to interact, with her. She’d posted a story with a poll for her friends, and when he voted on it (in her favor, though he didn’t know that), she remembered how she’d scrunched her nose in distaste. She posted a picture of her mom’s dog, a mangy little Scottish Terrier she and Sabrina had named “Angus” as teenagers, who had chewed up her Roku remote while dog-sitting him for her parents for the weekend.

Mat had reacted to it with a laughing emoji, and that also went ignored.

She made the mistake of posting another story of the particularly gnarly bruise on her forearm as it was healing, with a text over the picture that read “last time I try to be a daredevil” and Mat had responded to the story with a “next time don’t put yourself in danger while in the presence of idiots.”

Mat grinded on her nerves every chance he got, it seemed, and his insistence on his presence would certainly not help her current predicament.

Even if he may have been right.

After her ATV accident and being left at the hospital, she’d confronted Will and demanded to know why he didn’t come to check on her, or why he hadn’t called or texted to see if she was okay.

Deep down, Summer knew the answer, knew he didn’t really give a shit about her like he said he did, she just needed to hear it from his mouth. True to form, he’d come up with excuse after excuse, and she’d had enough, calling it quits and telling him she never wanted to see him again.

Was she upset she almost wasted a year of her life with him? Yes.

Was she upset that he didn’t seem to care about her when she was hurt? Yes.

Was she upset that he didn’t reach out after their breakup with apologies and roses?

Also yes.

It didn’t make sense, logically, she knew that. She didn’t want to be with him, sure, but no one had ever really fought for her before, fought to keep her, fought to win her back. And maybe she wanted that, just once, maybe she wanted to be wanted, lusted after, fought for, desired.

A picture of Sabrina from her Miss USA crowning hung from the wall as Summer sat in the computer chair of Sabrina and Anders’ joint office. Next to it, a picture of Anders on one knee, proposing, and next to that, a picture of Anders on the ice.

She thought of their relationship, of how Anders had worked every day to be worthy of her older sister, and immediately stopped, trying to focus her attention on the screen in front of her instead.

There was no use getting lost in her feelings.

She tries to focus on the information in front of her, about custom invitations and designs and price points, when the front door to Sabrina’s house opens, and a loud “Anders!” rings out.

Summer groans, shouting out “He’s outside, dipshit!”

Moments later, Mat’s annoyingly handsome face came into view as his body filled the doorway. “Oh, it is you. Your little witch’s cave too hot? Had to come to big sis’s to get away from your steaming cauldron?”

“Can you even spell ‘cauldron,’ Mathew?” She says, keeping her eyes on the laptop.

“Why are you here?” He fires back.

“It’s my sister’s house.”

“It’s my captain’s house.”

“Pretty sure it’s still my sister’s house.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend to get back to?”

Summer could feel her control snap. “Listen, you little shit, I-”

“Can you two at least try to get along for one day?”

Mat jumps a little at Sabrina’s voice, whirling around with a fright, while Summer just rolls her eyes.

“He came in unannounced and bothered me.” Summer mutters, clicking on an invitation pattern that matches Sabrina’s wedding theme.

Sabrina sighed, and motioned with her head toward the backyard. “Anders is outside, he’s waiting for you.”

Mat nods once, glances back at Summer with a scowl, then saunters off.

Finding his captain next to his exercise equipment in his backyard, Mat throws down his bag and plops onto a bench, glaring at Anders.

Anders rolls his eyes. “Can you at least try to be nice to her? She’s going through something, you know.”

Mat scoffs. He thinks of Summer’s healing bruises, some yellow, some still green, but at least the cut on her forehead had disappeared for the most part. He also thinks of the picture of her healing bruise on her arm she’d posted on her Instagram story the week before. He doesn’t think he noticed it just now.

“Yeah,” Mat says after a beat too long. “Well she’s healing up fine to me from the looks of it.”

Anders gives him a strange look, but waives it away, shoving weights at Mat. “Whatever, let’s get started.

Mat has half a mind to push back, ask Anders what he was about to say, but he levels him with that Captainly stare, and Mat shuts up, commencing his workout.

Drastic measures are being taken so Summer doesn't get too lost in her own heartbreak.

Well, not heartbreak, maybe lack of it.

She’d gone from wishing that Will had fought for her to actually being grateful that he hadn’t, then regretful that she didn’t actually feel any sorrow for leaving him behind.

Summer felt like she should be sad. But she wasn’t. And that somehow managed to make everything worse.

She feels like she’s pouting, so she keeps drinking in the hopes that none of her friends notice.

She especially keeps her eyes away from the scene near her that’s slowly awakening the little green monster inside, choosing to look around the club at literally anyone and anything else except Mat.

She goes so far as to make sure to volunteer herself anytime someone is going to the bathroom to tag along so nothing happens, and volunteer to go grab drinks with whoever is buying the next round.

It’s a lot, but she was getting away with it.

Or so she thought.

“What is up with you tonight?”

She narrows her eyes at Emma, because Emma already knows the answer, but is choosing to ask her in front of everyone anyway to draw their attention.

“Nothing.” Summer says earnestly, grabbing her margarita and taking a long sip from her straw.

“You are drinking a lot more tonight.” Tito offers, looking at the drink in her hand.

Summer frowns. “It’s a birthday party, isn’t that the point?”

Mat’s birthday party, to be specific. She doesn’t think she was explicitly invited, but didn’t protest when Sabrina picked her up and brought her to Tito and Emma’s to get ready together.

“Yeah, but you usually don’t party as hard. Everything okay?” Tito asks again. Emma’s staring a hole into the side of Summer’s face, and she ignores her.

Nodding, Summer takes another sip. “Fine.”

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with a boy would it?” Tito tries, the corner of his lips turning up into a smirk. Summer misses the glance he does between her and Mat, thinking instead that he’s talking about Will.

She shakes her head, pasting on a cordial smile. “Nope. No boy drama here.”

“Great!” Emma exclaims. She untangles herself from her fiance’s hold then exits the booth, grabs Summer’s drink and places it on the table before guiding Summer to the dance floor.

Only a few feet away, Mat dances with some leggy brunette, his hands on her waist, and Summer fights off a scowl, green, green, green creeping through her veins, and she shoves the feeling away.

Who gives a fuck what he’s doing? She questions herself before facing Emma.

“What are you doing?” She asks as Emma begins to dance.

“Helping you.” She supplies sweetly. “I didn’t convince you to wear this dress for nothing, Sum. C’mon, let’s dance and make him your stupid ex boyfriend regret that he exists.”

Caving, Summer starts to dance, swaying her hips along to the beat and eventually smiling at Emma for the distraction.

Okay, so maybe Emma gets to be right about this.

As self conscious as she was about the dress before, it’s clearly working, as guys start to approach from all sides as the song continues. They stay away from Emma, the big diamond on her left hand a clear “stay away,” but some try to get close to Summer.

One does - a tall, buff, and devilishly handsome one - and as he taps Summer’s shoulder, she can see Tito coming in to join Emma.

“Wanna dance?” He says, flashing a flirty smile, and Summer nods, placing her hand in his outstretched one.

He gives her a twirl, pressing her back against his front as he pulls her close, but not too close, just enough to toe the line, and they start to move together, his hands on her hips. He leans close, the deep timber in his voice saying “I’m Loren, what’s your name beautiful?”

“Summer,” she says easily. “Nice to meet you.”

Loren smiles, his blonde hair brushing her face a little as he pulls back. “The pleasure’s definitely mine.” She thinks she hears him say.

Out of the corner of her eye, as Tito and Emma dance together, she sees Emma’s kilowatt smile and thumbs up, and the tequila in Summer’s drink suddenly begins to run quickly through her veins, causing her to flash a wicked smile back at Emma.

Leaning her head back against Loren’s shoulder, she can feel the stray curls slipping from ponytail begin to stick to her face as she heats up from the inside, and rests her hands on top of his, following his lead. Song after song blends together as she sways in Loren’s hold, and as another one begins, he chuckles. “I could go all night long with you.”

Summer can feel flames creep up her cheeks and into her hairline, catching Loren’s drift in more ways than one. “I’d like to see you try.” She flirts back.

He bends lower, lips ghosting her cheek when he says “Let’s go grab a water.”

She nods, letting him take her hand in his as he pulls her toward the bar. She signals a thumbs up to Emma and then to Sabrina as they pass, letting them know she’s okay, and Sabrina nods once, but still narrows her eyes at Loren anyway, her protectiveness never wavering.

Summer is only slightly shocked when they bypass the bar altogether, and Loren crowds her into the hallway near the bathrooms. Loren presses her against the wall with his body, placing his arms against it on either side of her head before he dips down, lips brushing hers as he says “I’ve had my eyes on you all night.”

Heat pools in her belly, and she tilts her head up slightly. “Have you now?”

He nods, presses a soft kiss to her lips, testing the waters. “Been thinking about what you might taste like.”

“Well keep thinking.”

The angry voice has both Summer and Loren snapping their heads toward the start of the hallway, where Mat stands, hands balled into fists as he glowers at Loren.

Loren, seemingly undeterred, doesn’t back up out of Summer’s space. “Can we help you?”

Mat storms over, cutting between them and forcibly pushing Loren away. Loren’s got a couple of inches on Mat, but Mat’s definitely stronger. “I suggest you walk away.”

“Is she your girlfriend or something?” Loren asks, then smirks. “Doesn’t seem like she wants to be.”

“She won’t be yours, that’s for sure.” Mat spits.

Summer, indignant, steps forward, pulling Mat’s shoulder. She was getting really tired of this pissing contest, really fast.

“Mat, knock it off.” She demands. “Just go away.”

He turns to look at her then, and Summer takes a step back when she sees the fire in his eyes, all anger and hatred. “You seriously want to go home with this loser?”

“She doesn’t want to go home with you.” Loren pipes up, and that seems to snap the last bit of restraint Mat had, because the next thing Summer knows, Mat’s turning around as fast as lighting and punching Loren across the face. Loren stumbles back just a second, then charges forward, and Summer finds herself shouting Mat’s name, something sick making her stomach churn.

She’s not stupid enough to try to intervene between two people who are stronger and bigger than her, but she can’t let this continue, so she calls for Tito, calls for Anders, voice rough and desperate, and they appear with Marty in tow, which, Summer realizes, is bound to make the situation slightly worse.

Emma, Sabrina, and Sydney are there as well, pulling Summer down the hall with them and away as the men try to break up the scuffle.

“Are you okay?” Sabrina demands. “Did he hurt you?”

Summer’s eyebrows bunch in confusion. “What? No. Mat didn’t do anything.”

Sabrina frowns. “I meant that guy you were with.”

Duh. Summer thinks lamely. “Oh, no, he didn’t. He barely even kissed me, but it was mutual.”

Her older sister searches her face for…something, what, Summer isn’t sure, but she seems to find it, and nods, pushing her toward Emma and Sydney. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“What about the guys? Mat’s party? Don’t do this on my account. I’m fine, I swear.”

“We’re not,” Sydney reassures Summer, rubbing her arm gently as they pile into Sydney’s SUV parked near the curb. “We’ll finish the celebration somewhere else.”

“What about the guys?” She asks.

“They’ll take my car.” Sabrina says. “I gave Anders the key.”

Summer nods, but suddenly doesn’t feel like she’d be welcome at wherever that ‘somewhere else’ is, so she asks to go home instead.

The girls exchange worried looks, but agree, and they head toward Summer’s apartment instead.

Mat saunters over to where Summer stood in front of the island of the outdoor bar in Anders and Sabrina’s backyard. It was another night, another get together, and the warm air of the official start to the summer season wrapped everyone in a soft embrace.

He’d been meaning to approach Summer, meaning to apologize for his actions at the club with that punk. He didn’t feel he’d been unreasonable, but everyone else had reminded him that no matter his intentions, his actions said differently, and so, here he was.

And if the fact that Summer didn’t show up at Tito’s place when they all managed to reconvene said more than anything he felt his soul could bear.

Mat looked her over as she approached, taking full stock of her beauty. Her long curls in a ponytail secured with a scrunchie trailed down the open back of her red dress. From his perspective behind her as he approached, it had slightly puffy short sleeves, and crossed at the lower back, and the sight of her bare skin let him know she probably wasn’t wearing a bra.

Fuck.

He eyes the white strappy heels on her feet and suddenly felt the urgent need to know what they would feel like digging into his back.

Mat steels himself, and with a beer in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, he extends the glass of wine toward Summer with a mumbled “Truce” as he approaches.

She turns to look at him, one eyebrow raised at the glass. “I’m sorry?”

“Truce.” He repeats, a little louder. “I’m sorry for the other night.”

“The other night?” She echoes, and Mat tries not to scowl.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” He says, then winces, placing both his beer and her glass of wine down on the countertop. “The other night at the club, when I punched that guy you were gonna hook up with.”

“Loren?” Summer asks, genuine shock in her voice.

Mat could feel the flames of anger lick at him from the inside, and he tried so desperately to push it down.

“I don’t care what his name is.” There was more venom in his voice than he’d wanted to be. But it was true, he didn’t. He didn’t care about or want to hear about any second rate guy you hung around.

Because it’s not you? The devil on his shoulder taunted.

Fuck off.

“I’m sorry for ruining your night.” He tries again. “I wasn’t trying to start anything. It was wrong of me, and I’m sorry.”

“Mat,” she says, soft. “If anything, I should be sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your birthday.”

“You didn’t.” He promises, “I did by doing that. But you didn’t ruin anything. And I’m sorry I acted out.”

“Oh, well, thank you.”

Mat pauses. “So you forgive me? You don’t hate me?”

“I do.”

Mat stares at her, weighing her non answer of an answer. “You do?”

“I do,” she says, nodding, then clarifies with a wicked gleam. “Hate you.”

Mat sours, grabbing his beer and taking a large swing before putting it back down. “Right back at ya, princess.”

She rolls her eyes, then pauses, like she’s thinking. It’s another beat before she tells Mat, “I didn’t want to hook up with him, you know.”

His blood begins to boil again. “I don’t know, you were dancing on that punk like you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“Because I don’t.” She says simply.

A record scratching screams in his head, and he rounds on her. “What?”

“I said, I don’t.”

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

When he just stares at her, trying to come to terms with what she just said, she rolls her eyes and takes a step back from him. “Oh for god's sake Mathew, I broke up with him. So shut the fuck up about it already.” She spits, turning on her heels and leaving him in the wake of her revelation.

His heart beat in his chest, something sick and wicked making him follow Summer into Anders’ house as she sauntered away ahead of him. At the sound of the sliding door closing behind him, he half expected Summer to turn around and look at him, but she didn’t, instead continuing to stalk toward the guest room down the hall.

Mat hurried his steps, catching up with her before grabbing her hand, turning her around and pushing her into the open hall closet, then shutting the door closed and locking it behind him. He flipped on the light, soul brightening at the sight of her beautiful face and then dimming at the frown on it.

“What the fuck, Mathew?” she spit.

“You broke up with him?” He demands.

She rolled her eyes, and Mat felt his palm aching to spank her ass for it. “Yes, that’s what I said. We broke up. Did you need further clarification? I figured all of your past failed relationships would-”

“When?” He cut her off, taking a step closer to her. Summer took one back, nearly backing into the shelf of extra linens behind her.

“Two weeks ago.” She deadpans, crossing her arms over her chest, inadvertently drawing his attention to them as her words sunk in.

Two weeks. Two weeks too long.

“Two weeks ago?” He echoes in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her eyebrows raise at him in equal disbelief as she says “Why the fuck would I do that?”

“You know why.” He hisses.

Another roll of her eyes followed by an irritated sigh. “No, I don’t. Why don’t you spell it out for me?”

Her challenge hangs in the air, and he feels himself pause for one, two, three seconds before…

Fuck it.

“God damn you.” Mat swears, reaching under her dress, finding her hip, wrapping his fist around the lace fabric of her underwear there, and tugs.

He tugs once, strong and quick, and the flimsy thing snaps, and Summer lets out an indignant squeak as he pulls the ruined fabric from under her dress, sticking it in his pocket.

“Mat-” she says, and he surges forward to kiss her, to take her mouth and shut her up because if she said his name like that again he’d come before he was even inside her. His hands cup the sides of her face as he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth, gently running his tongue over it before letting it slip between his teeth and pulling. When she moans again, Mat nearly bursts at the seams.

“Gonna make you feel good.” He promises her, continuing to taste the berries on her lips as he let his hands slide up, let his hands go up to the scrunchie holding her beautiful curls in its ponytail and pulling, running his fingers through her hair as it cascades down, letting her scrunchie rest on his wrist.

The need for Summer built and built and built in his body, and all his control and restraint snapped as she moaned.

For all she got on his nerves, for all she irritated him, all the times she’d been a fucking pain in his ass, she still had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

And she was finally under his touch.

Fucking finally.

He grips her hair at the base of her neck in his fist, uses it and pulls her head back so he can lick deeper into her insolent little mouth. He flips them as he goes, walking her backwards, pressing her into the locked door of the hall closet and covering her mouth with one of his hands, his other making its way back under her dress.

Mat parts her with his fingers, drawing her wetness as if it answered only to him - and he would make it answer to him - and she made this broken sound under his palm that had him resting his forehead against hers as he presses his body into her, and presses her further into the door.

“If you keep that shit up, making all those pretty noises, I’m not gonna last.” He breathes, removing his hand from her mouth only to kiss her again, to taste and swallow her moans as she made them now. He brought his now free hand down to her hip to keep her still, squeezing as the fingers against her pussy drew her wetness to her clit, where Mat began to rub gently.

“Do you want to come for me?” He asks, lips brushing against Summer’s as he speaks.

She nods, and he kisses her again, licking into her mouth, continuing to rub her in slow, firm circles.

“On my fingers?” Mat breathes. “Or on my cock?”

Before she can answer, he slips a finger inside, and feels his cock throb when it’s met with slick, tight, silken heat. She squeezes his finger as he begins to slowly pump, and with each push inside, it feels like her body’s trying to draw him in further, begging for more, more, please more.

He suddenly realizes with an awful sense of clarity that they won’t have enough time, enough privacy for him to be able to do everything he’d hoped to with her, and definitely not tonight. So he decides for them both, saying “My fingers, then,” when she doesn’t manage to answer him the more he curls his finger inside her.

Carefully, he adds another, feels her squeeze down and watches her eyes roll back in delight, a faint blush rising on her caramel skin. His hand that was on her hip comes out from under the skirt of her dress, only to play at the neckline of her dress, then tug it down, freeing her breasts, and Mat wastes no time in bending his head down and sucking a dusky nipple into his mouth, tongue running over her flesh greedily as he licked and lapped and sucked.

“Oh!” Summer cries out, her hands flying to his hair, gripping the strands between her fingers as her hips start to wind, riding his hand. He brings his thumb into the fray, rubbing circles as he fingers her, and at the squeeze of her cunt, he groans.

He switches to her other nipple, giving it the same attention as he murmured “Come for me, honey. Want you to come for me. Need it. Need you.”

“Yes!” Summer whines, breath coming out in short punches.

“Need you, need you, need you” he pleads against her lips, not afraid or caring that he was about two seconds away from basically begging.

Mat’s eyes flutter shut before he opens them again, deciding this moment was too good to pass up, that he’d waited too long for this to not look at Summer’s face as she came.

His eyes trailed up and his cock throbbed again.

Her eyes are screwed shut, tears trailing those beautiful cheeks as her head is thrown back, hair falling in beautiful ribbon curls over her shoulders, covering the tops of her breasts, running down her back as she moves her perfect body against his, those curves sending him into a trance as she winds her hips on his fingers.

Needy, and greedy, he slips a third finger inside of her, moaning as she suffocates them, his thumb rubbing her once, twice, three times before her pussy locks his fingers in a vice grip as she comes, the wet sounds echoing around them as Mat continues his assault.

He surges up, kissing her again to swallow her cries, his cock throbbing painfully when Summer begins to suck on his tongue, anchoring herself as her orgasm rides through her.

When she’s had enough, she reaches down, circling his wrist with her hand and squeezing firmly, signaling for him to stop. He does, slowing his ministrations before carefully pulling out of her a digit at a time, and when his fingers were free, he wastes no time before bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking a finger between his lips.

Summer watches with heavy lidded eyes as he tastes her, and he makes sure to suck it clean before he brings his other two fingers to her lips. Obediently, and compliant by orgasm, she sucks his fingers eagerly, tasting herself, and it takes Mat everything in him not to come in his pants at the sight.

He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his mouth, moaning at the taste of her on her tongue, and dirty fantasies start to play in his head.

Mat wants to be in a bed with her, touching, hands wandering all over, exchanging sloppy kisses for hours before he gets her on her knees, spits in her mouth, tongue her down then spit in it again before wrapping her hair in his grip, holding her chin as her messy lips parts, guiding it to his cock, stuffing himself down her throat -

They could do that. They could do that right now. All he had to do was get her out of this closet and down the hall to the guest room she was staying in and -

The sliding door of the kitchen opens loudly, someone mills about, and then the door closes again, its loud click reminding them of their limited time frame, lack of privacy, and obvious company.

Mat should have backed away, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept kissing Summer until their slow, languid kisses turned into soft pecks, and she pushed gently at his chest until he was at arm's length.

The distance, however short, made his blood run cold.

“We should - I should go.” Summer says. Her voice was hoarse, lips red from his love, and her body called to his again.

Her hair draped around her like a veil, her breasts still bared to him, nipples shiny from his mouth, and her dress slightly bunched up to the tops of her thighs, Summer looked every bit as sexy to him as the day he met her, only now, there was something about the glow of her skin that made it scream “mine” in Mat’s eyes.

“You should go back outside.” She continues when he says nothing. “They’ll be wondering where we are. And if whoever that was tells everyone else they didn’t hear us yelling at each other, they’ll be suspicious. Especially Sabrina and Anders.”

“Summer, we should -”

“I’ll go first. Then you go. You can say you had to go out front for some air. I’ll go to my room.”

He frowns, hard cock softening as reality sinks in.

She’s trying to run from you. The devil on his shoulder whispered. Don’t let her.

Too late.

Without another word, Summer adjusted her clothes, covering herself up and smoothing down her hair before she flipped the lock, opened the door, and sauntered off, leaving Mat standing there as his brain fought past the fog of desire and tried desperately to catch up.

When it did, he realized that despite feeling like he just took four steps forward with Summer, she shoved him back eight, and he didn’t know how to cross back over that distance without admitting all the things he kept buried inside.

He never actually hated her. Not really. She pushed and he pushed back - it’s how they’d always been.

But if Summer decided to pull instead of push one day, Mat was certain he’d go willingly, eagerly into her arms. And hadn’t he just done that?

He debates for a second that he might just disobey her, might go after her and finish what they started, and then wonders if it would be better if he snuck into the bathroom and jacked off.

He does neither of those things. Instead, he walks back out to join his teammates, friends, and their significant others in the backyard, trying to ignore the fact that he just had the girl of his dreams in his arms, and let her walk away.

So…that had happened.

Summer currently lay on her back, staring at her bedroom ceiling.

She’d been thankful that Sabrina didn’t think to ask twice when she’d said she’d be staying at her apartment “doing chores” instead of heading to Sabrina’s like normal. It was technically a Saturday where she’s supposed to be helping with wedding planning, but she didn’t want to risk it.

It being Mat undoubtedly showing up at their house and forcing Summer to confront her new apparent reality.

It had been a week since their little almost-sexcapade in Sabrina’s hall closet, and she couldn’t shake the memory of it no matter how hard she tried.

(If you could count reacquainting herself with her dildo and pretending it was Mat as trying.)

She’d been trying to get the feeling of him out of her mind, but she couldn’t. It was no use. Every time she closed her eyes, she could conjure the image of him as he kissed her, as he fingered her within an inch of her life, the way his eyes tracked her movements as she sucked herself off of his fingers before he’d claimed her mouth.

He’d kissed her, touched her, tasted her like he owned her, and Summer wasn’t sure if she liked it and should be wanting more, or if she should be concerned that she’d let him do any of that to her in the first place.

Of course Mat was handsome. She wasn’t blind.

It was just that…well, she thought he hated her.

Summer was under the impression that all of their back and forth had been a clear indication that he couldn’t stand her, wanted nothing to do with her, and thought of her the same way most men did.

Uninteresting. Not as pretty. Not worth it.

It made her confused. Made her start to rethink everything she thought she knew about him.

The night she got back from Sabrina’s after he’d taken her into the closet, she’d grabbed her phone, opened up Instagram, and looked through all of his activity. The comments, the reactions, all of it. While he may not have interacted with all of her stories, he’d watched them, every single one, and had to wonder…

Was that Mat…flirting? Or trying to?

No. No way. It couldn’t have been. She’d seen Mat flirt with countless women over the years she’d known him. What he did was not flirting.

Or…was it?

Summer let out another groan, flopping onto her stomach and deciding hiding herself away in her apartment and trying to figure this out on her own was going to be no use.

She got up, changing into a babydoll dress - to hell with pants - grabbing her purse and car keys to head to Buttercooky Bakery and Cafe.

Once she got there, she ordered her usual array of pastries and had them boxed up, so she could bring them to Sabrina’s house. If her sister decided to ask, Summer would just lie and say she finished up her chores early.

The only way to stop thinking about Mat was to fill her brain to capacity with something else, anything else.

Wedding planning should do the trick.

The team was playing Kan Jam in Anders’ back yard while Sabrina and the other significant others lounged inside.

Mat, usually one of the first ones to jump in and play, had been working out with Josh and Casey instead, trying desperately to focus on anything but the fact that the last time he’d set foot in this house, nearly a week ago, he’d defiled his captain’s future sister in law.

Well, partially defiled.

Still.

Summer’s nearly naked body plagued his mind every waking second of his day, and the only way he seemed to be able to get rid of it was when he needed to focus on something else.

Like right now - focusing on trying not to drop two hundred and fifty pounds of barbells on his chest as he bench pressed.

He keeps the count in his head, trying to focus on his breathing, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, when Josh tapped his shoulder from his spotter’s position, and Mat pushed up, allowing Josh to take the bar from him and set it back in place. Mat sat up carefully, accepting his water bottle from Casey before looking at Josh.

Josh wasn’t paying attention though, instead watching his wife through the open sliding door toward Sabrina and Anders’ kitchen, where Summer had apparently just arrived, a pastry box in tow and a small smile for her older sister.

Mat’s heart runs head first into his ribcage.

He feels the need in his body to go to her and pushes it down, instead tapping Josh on the side and gesturing toward the bench Mat was still sitting on. “Your turn, big guy.”

It was technically Casey’s turn to spot, but Mat took over, needing the distraction so he didn’t turn around to look at Summer, no matter how much he wanted to.

Later, when they finished their workout, and the rest of the guys finished their game of Kan Jam, they all took to the pool. Some of the significant others had come out to join them, swimming with the others, and when Mat didn’t spot Summer, he guessed that she’d probably just swung by to drop off pastries and then leave.

He feels it’s safe, so he grabs his bag and heads into the house, showering quickly in the guest bath down in the basement.

After he gets dressed and puts his shit away in his bag, he heads back up the stairs, fully intending to head to the backyard when he hears soft music, and he knows in his soul it’s Summer.

He follows the sound, trailing down the hallway that leads to the guest bedroom Anders and Sabrina designated as hers, not surprised to find her laying on the bed while soft music streams from the record player in the corner of the room.

She’s wearing a dress, her and her fucking dresses, hair fanned out around her on the covers, eyes open and staring at the ceiling while her mouth moves along silently to the words of the song.

Mat can feel a smart remark creeping up his throat - the usual way they greet each other - before he tamps it down, setting his bag down on the floor before he steps into the room, then shuts her bedroom door behind him softly, flicking the lock.

“Hi.” He says softly, trying not to startle her.

She turns her head to the side, expression seemingly blank as she stares at him. “Hi.”

God.

Mat swears he melts right there and then.

Her voice. All she’d said was a simple “hi” but it rang like tinkling bells in his head and he feels his hands twitch at his sides.

“Got a staring problem, thirteen?” She quips, but it doesn’t hold its usual attitude. There’s a cheeky smile that slowly breaks onto her face, and he finds himself moving forward, placing one knee on the bed.

To his surprise, she leans up, pushing up on her hands to sit up as he gets onto the bed on both knees.

She looks up at him, big brown eyes filled with expectation, and Mat, he can’t help it, he gives in.

“Been thinking about you.” He says, honestly, bringing his hands up to her face, brushing away some of the curls before just holding her cheeks in his palms.

She nods. “Me too.”

And that…that’s going to have to be enough.

He bends down, does it slowly enough to give Summer the room she needs to bail, to tell him “thanks for the orgasm!” and just leaves, reminding him that this isn’t what they do.

But she doesn’t.

She meets him halfway, her lips softly meeting his, hands coming up to rest on his forearms. It’s slow, languid, like honey dripping, and Mat revels in it. Loves the way that she lets him lead her as they kiss, lets him take control and take what he needs, what he wants from her with every movement of his lips, just take, take, take…

Mat feels her hands slowly trail down his arms, down his sides before she finds the hem of his shirt and dips her hands under it. They settle on his abdomen, and she runs her hands up and down before Mat feels her nails gently scratch down, and he shivers, pushing forward into her touch just a little more.

“Yeah?” She murmurs between kisses. Mat nods, and she does it again, digging her fingers in a little more that causes Mat to hiss a little, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth.

“Love your mouth.” He tells her, seizing it in another searing kiss that turns filthy the minute Summer lets her hands trail down his abdomen again and settles on the waistband of his sweats.

“My mouth?” She asks, voice teasing as her fingers start to dip below, and he drops one of his hands from her face to trap both her wrists in one grip, the other hand dropping to the hollow of her throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds her there, holds her gaze in his as his breathing quickens.

“Yes.” He answers. “Your insolent little mouth.”

A wicked gleam crosses her brown eyes, and Mat can feel her testing his limits - something she clearly doesn’t forget how to do. She hums, blinking a little in a way that has Mat tracking the slow movement of her eyelashes brushing the tops of her cheeks. He finds himself bending to kiss them, pressing his lips to one cheek, then the other, and drops both hands to help her wind her arms around him as he finally comes down on top of her.

She opens her legs to welcome his body between them, and he fits there easily, just as he’d hoped he would. She’s all soft - soft skin, soft embrace - as he brings his arms next to her, cradling her head in his hands so he can tangle his fingers in her hair, grip it tight to tilt her head back.

Just as he had before, the second her mouth opens to him as he starts to kiss her, he claims it, slipping his tongue between her lips, trying to gauge how far she’ll let him take this, take this moment, how far she’ll let him play with her.

He pulls back a little, figures he might be swinging for the fences, but he won’t know unless he tries.

Summer’s panting as she stares at him, waiting for him.

“Open your mouth.” He says. His voice is gentle, but it’s a command all the same.

Mat watches and feels his cock go rock solid when Summer’s eyes glaze over and she smiles slowly, syrupy, wicked, and then she slowly opens her mouth, tongue sticking out and all.

Holy fucking shit.

Mat can’t breathe. He purses his lips, watches as his spit trails from his mouth into hers, onto her tongue, and then that beautiful tongue disappears as her mouth closes. He watches her swallow, and then the little fucking devil has the nerve to say “Thank you.”

He can’t contain himself anymore. Anything in him that demanded they take this moment slow fucking vaporizes when he surges forward again, fist tightening in her hair as he holds her face to his in a dirty, sloppy, open mouthed kiss.

He starts to move his hips, grinding into the warm, familiar heat between the apex of her thighs, those beautiful legs bracketing his sides, and her hands travel to his ass, squeezing his cheeks while pulling him closer to her, tilting her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Christ.

He hadn’t done this in…well…ever. He’d never been fully clothed, grinding desperately against a girl, about ten seconds from coming in his pants from kissing and spit play and

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” Mat demands against her mouth, and he trails his kisses to the side, kissing the corner of her mouth, her chin, cheek, jaw, and he brings his lips to her neck, leaving slow kisses, gentle kisses that quickly turn to nips when she lines them up, his cock right where she must need him to be, and moves her hips up and down, guiding their friction.

He sucks the skin of her neck in his mouth hard, laving it with his tongue while she whines beneath him. One of her hands flies up to cup the back of his head, her fingers combing between the strands and gripping it, the other digging her nails into his ass cheek with a vice grip.

“Take what you need.” Mat says against her neck. “Take it, take it, take it…”

She nods furiously, and Mat bends his head, sucking another mark into her neck, freeing one hand from her curls and bringing it to her breasts, tugging the neckline of her dress down and gripping one of her breasts in his hand, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

Summer cries out, and Mat brings his lips back to hers to swallow it, lets her kiss him messily before he brings his hands to her hips, taking over, guiding them and giving her what she needs.

He’s learned her rhythm at this point, and had been paying attention in the back of his mind at her breaths, her movements, where she needed him to be and what made her get closer and closer to that beautiful orgasm.

“I’ve got you, beautiful.” He promises. “I’ve got you.”

“Need more.” Summer pleads, trailing her hand between them. Mat tracks her hand as it goes, watches it dip down and under the hem of her dress to her black lace panties that have been moved to the side in their grinding.

His hips stutter slightly at the sight of her bare pussy almost fully exposed to him. The mauve of the lips of her mouth match the mauve of the lips of her pussy, her pussy which is shining with the wetness of her arousal. He’d had it wrapped around his fingers, knew how good it felt, but at the minute, he demanded to know how good it tasted.

Mat began to rise up on his arms, fully intended to scoot down the bed and throw those beautiful caramel thighs over his shoulder and drink his fill, but Summer caught him, pulled his face down to hers with a shake of her head. “Need you now.” She pleads, kissing him again. “Please.”

There was a part of him that went to protest, but then her hand dipped beneath his waistband and wrapped around his cock, and Mat felt a groan leave his mouth as he settled his body atop hers once more.

“Please.” She says again, urging him to start moving. It took him a second, but he found the rhythm she needed.

His cock, freed from his pants that he’d shoved around his thighs, sliding up and down against her bare pussy, fucking up into the grip of her hands while they kissed, sloppy, messy, desperate.

Summer was moaning into his mouth now, his name a prayer on her lips between kisses, and Mat felt it, felt the way her body began to seize, began to shake and tremble and he felt like he could cry with relief.

“Please baby.” He begs. “Come for me. Wanna see you come for me again.”

She cried out, tears springing from her eyes and trailing down her cheeks. The devil inside him rose up in Mat and he leaned down a little more, licking her tears from her skin. It must have spoken to her devil, because then she gripped his chin in her hand and kissed him, her tongue seeking his to taste her tears.

“You’re going to fucking kill me.” He murmurs, and it makes Summer laugh before she moans again, desperate as her hips work faster, climbing closer and closer to her orgasm.

Mat focuses on the softness of her hand, the wetness of her pussy he can feel against him and his eyes screw shut. “Please Summer, please, I need you to -”

“Yes Mat,” she says, “Yes yes yes yes yes…”

Her hips move and move and move, and when she begins to come, begins to shake under his body, he pushes forward into her hand the moment her hips cant up, and instead of gliding against her pussy when she brings her hips back down, the head of his dick catches against her entrance, and she pushes him inside, bare cock to her bare pussy, he's inside, and it sends Mat careening over the edge of a cliff and into his own orgasm full force.

Summer’s hand disappears from between them as Mat drops the full weight of his body on hers, his hands on her hips as he pumps inside her, coming and emptying his load into her awaiting cunt.

“Oh my god,” she moans out, hands circling around his neck as she winds her hips, riding out their orgasms together.

It’s not enough. The squeeze of her pussy, the wetness from her orgasm dripping down his cock and onto his balls, the way her body seems to invite him deeper inside of her.

Mat continues his assault, pounding his hips and placing his hands on the backs of her thighs, opening her up for him so he can fuck her deeper. His cock is sensitive, but he can feel the need, can feel that her little fucking stunt wasn’t enough, that he still has more to give her.

“You’re a goddamn maniac.” He curses, watching his dick tunnel in and out of her. “A goddamn nightmare.”

Summer cries out his name, and his eyes flash up to hers, capturing her gaze. “Please,” she begs sweetly, and he has half a mind to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze until she tells him “thank you” again.

She’s a fucking demoness. The devil on his shoulder praises. She’d let you do it.

“Open your fucking mouth.” He says instead, says again. She does as he asks, no slow preamble about it, and he spits into her awaiting mouth, kissing her before she can close it. He brings one hand from her thigh to rest on her throat in warning, pulling back to say “Now swallow it, you fucking brat.”

She does, opening her mouth to show him, sticking her tongue out. He sucks it into his mouth before kissing her again, squeezing her throat when he says “Good fucking girl.”

He pushes up, placing his hand back on her thigh as he continues to fuck into her, chasing his second orgasm.

It comes when Summer does, for the second time, without warning as she squeezes down on him, her body pulsing and legs shaking beneath his touch. Mat feels her arousal drip down him again and he’s coming with a long groan, pressing deep inside of Summer.

He drops down again, pressing kisses to her neck, her cheek, working his way back to her lips where she meets him eagerly, and he lets her thighs go, her legs immediately wrapping around him and making it clear she doesn’t want him to leave anytime soon.

As if he fucking could. As if he wanted to. Nothing could take him away from her now.

“Gonna roll us on our side, okay?” He says, voice a little hoarse. Summer nods, moving with him as he goes. He hikes up the leg that’s on top of him a little higher, making it easier for him to remain inside her.

As his hands creep under her dress and trail up the soft, round slope of her belly, Mat smiles when Summer giggles a little, clearly ticklish.

They stare at one another, smiles in their eyes.

Holy shit.

Had he hoped for another moment like this with Summer? Of course! Did he think it’d happen today? No.

Had he hoped for it? Still yes.

Eventually, he does pull out, and they trail into the bathroom in Summer’s room to clean up a little bit. When they’re done, he follows her back out to her room and they resume their position laying on their sides, legs tangled together as they stare at one another.

“Don’t run away.” He finds himself saying, knows there’s a ‘please’ in there he’s not saying, but one she can certainly hear.

She shakes her head, reaching out with her fingers to brush his lips. “I won’t.” She promises, watches as Mat takes her fingers and kisses the tips of each one before bringing it to rest on his chest.

Part of him is happy. Happy and sated. The other is mildly alarmed that he had the balls to fuck Summer, his captain’s future younger sister in law, in his captain’s house, less than a week after he fingered her in the hall closet of the same house.

Men had been castrated over a lot less.

“What does this mean?” Summer asks, hesitation in her tone.

It should scare Mat. Questions like that usually do, but with Summer, it doesn’t.

He shrugs. “It means I might actually like you a little bit, you fucking brat.”

There’s a pause, and Mat chances a look at her to see if she’s taken it the wrong way, but she merely blinks at him, and then laughs, laughs light and loud and Mat’s laughing along with her, their laughter filling their bellies and the room until there’s happy tears leaking from Summer’s eyes.

“I think I can live with that.” She finally says. The expression on her face reads satisfaction, and he thinks he’d do anything she wanted if it meant he could keep that look on her face.

He liked knowing he put it there in the first place.

They fell into a comfortable silence, letting the record player continue crooning whatever vinyl Summer had put on before he’d come in here and…well…taken her for himself.

Mat watched Summer’s beautiful face closely, watched her breathing even out, and felt like he could fall asleep right here, tangled together with her in the soft glow of her room.

That is, until incessant knocking rained down on her door, and Sabrina’s indignant voice rang out.

“Mat Barzal! You’d better explain why you’ve locked yourself in my sister’s room!”

More thunderous knocking, and Mat reaches out, securing Summer and relaxing her when it makes her wince.

“I know you’re in there!” Sabrina exclaims. “Your bag is in the hall, you fucking asshole!”

“You’d better not be doing what I think you’re doing!” Anders calls out next, and they can’t help it.

Summer and Mat burst out laughing again.

“Is it just sex then? Or is there more?” Sabrina asks Summer, hours later. The sun’s been gone and there’s a fire going in their pit. They’re laying on the lounge chairs by the pool. The rest of the crowd still lingers, some in the hot tub near the edge of the yard, others coming in and out of the house.

“I don’t know,” Summer says honestly. “That’s the…second? Technically second, time we’ve done it.”

“Does the sex make you hate him less?

“I mean, the sex doesn’t hurt.”

Sabrina laughs at that, and as it dies down, considers her sister for a second.

It makes Summer uncomfortable, so she lets out a small nervous laugh, asking “What?”

Sabrina shakes her head a little. “I just…I feel like I partially expected this, but I also didn’t, but it makes sense. I think you’d be good together.”

Summer shrugs, aloof. “Maybe. Who knows? We’re just…hanging out.” That’s technically half true. All they’d done so far was…well, kind of fuck. And then fuck.

“Is that what the kids call it these days?” Sabrina teases, then reaches out, grabbing Summer’s hand and squeezing. “I’m just kidding. I mean it. If you’re cool with…whatever it is you two are doing, then I support you. But just remember it doesn’t mean I won’t stop looking out for you.”

“I know,” Summer promises, then looks across the yard to find Anders and Mat engaged in what looks to be a heated conversation, and Summer can only guess it’s similar to the one she and Sabrina just had.

Anders levels Mat with a Captainly look. “I’m telling you not to take this risk. This whole ‘I hate you but now I like you’ risk. And especially not with Summer.”

Mat scoffs, spotting her watching him from across the yard and shoots her a shit eating grin, wiggling his fingers in a small, hopefully reassuring wave. It seems to work, and Summer goes back to speaking to Sabrina.

He rounds on his captain, eyes narrowed. “Fuck off, okay? I know she’s gonna be your sister in law or whatever, but you don’t have anything to worry about. What we’re doing is casual. It’s a mutually beneficial transactional relationship.”

At least, he thinks it is. They hadn’t technically addressed that.

His captain narrows his gaze. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that.”

“Anders-”

“I mean it, Mat. If you’re not serious about her, leave her alone. You saw the shit she went through with Will. I’m not saying you’re anything like him, but she can’t go through that again. And whether you want to admit it or not, there’s something between the two of you, and if it goes wrong, it’s going to be really, really bad.”

“It won’t.” Mat insists.

Even as the devil on his shoulder whispers "It might."

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ARC Review: The Hurricane Wars by Thea Guanzon

4/5. Releases 10/3/2023.

Vibes: enemies to lovers who actually do battle, secret princess-ness, masks (hot), and fantasy meets sci-fi

When Prince Alaric, son of the Night Emperor, discovers that orphan rebel Talasyn wields magic to counter his own, he knows there's more to her than what meets the eye. Combined, their abilities reach untold degrees of strength. The question is--now that they know this, what are they going to do about it?

Thea Guanzon has taken her original source material, infused it with a Filipino influence, and created a really interesting enemies to lovers romance that is heavy on politics and plotting. It was a step towards world-heaviness for me, but it never lost my attention and set up a compelling love story.

Quick Takes:

--Yes, this is a classic "dark prince/light girl" story, which I know some people are going to rag on, but it does that setup very well. And it's a classic for a reason, you know? Alaric and Talasyn are legitimately enemies, which is kind of hard to find in EtL right now. You begin this novel with them in the heat of battle, and I don't think they're going to overcome their issues easily, however much they may be attracted to each other. It feels like an actual challenge.

I'll add that, to me, Alaric's motivations for standing where he does make much more sense than those of many characters we could compare him to. Frankly, for me, as soon as you make someone the "Prince of the Apparently Evil Empire", you've already done a lot of the work there. We may want to see these corruption arcs, but the reality is that if you were raised on the "good side" (is the good side really good--a question in this novel, for sure) you have to like... either be dumb or naive enough to get seduced into the dark, or legitimately agree with the dark side's points on some level. Alaric doesn't really have a lot of choice here--there is family and responsibility and also simply culture to consider. I found all of that interesting, and I will say that he is undeniably the more compelling of our two leads, but like. That's not a shocker, all things considered.

Also, Alaric has like, never held the hand of a woman, and him getting very literally distracted by Sexy Girl was highly entertaining and pleasing to me and my brand.

--I really liked his mask. I have nothing to say about this except "mask is hot", mask made a big impression on me, I was a fan, 10/10 mask usage.

--You do start right in the midst of the action, but in terms of the romance it's a slow burn. Like, a slower burn than what I usually read; a "this will take a few books to cover" slow burn. However, I didn't feel frustrated by that, because it seemed natural. They could not simply jump into their desires and feelings here. The situation was too complicated, and they would have looked a bit silly if they had acted any earlier than they did.

--I've seen other reviews that call this too romance-heavy, calling out the world-building and magic system... Whereas I as a romance reader am like "this could have used a bit more romance". I would definitely call this a romance--but like I said, there's gotta be some stretch over (I believe) three books. She has to take her time. In the end, and I kind of feel like... I don't know, Thea, you don't need to explain the world much more for me. I'm good, I get it, I don't need the minutiae of magic. So while I'm not saying that fantasy-first readers are wrong in that sense, I do tend to wonder if this book is meant for fantasy-first readers. To me, it's reading as more romance-first, but I DO want to see the romance kick up a notch in the next book, and I'm reading this with the assumption that it will.

For the sake of comparison--as someone who enjoyed Fourth Wing, I would call this heavier on the worldbuilding than Fourth Wing, but still somewhat comparable in a tonal sense. The Big War Plot and the Magic and Shit is secondary to the Feelings. As they should be, in my opinion. Again, I really think that in the next installment, it should be HEAVIER on the feelings. I do worry somewhat that romance-first readers might have an equal but opposite complaint to the fantasy-first readers.

--In that sense, I do think this book is a little denser than it needed to be, and we could've used a little bit of quickening in the general pace. Like, I was engaged, I was interested, I was about it, I just think it could have mored a little faster. That said, I am someone who in general prefers a brisk pace, and I know that this is not necessarily the norm for fantasy-heavy books.

The Sex:

As I said, this is a slow burn. It's not closed door by any means (what happens is explicit and clear) but we're taking incremental steps towards a full................ commitment.

Interesting and romantic and adventurous, The Hurricane Wars is a step outside of the norm if you're not used to fantasy or fantasy romance, but I found it pretty easy to understand and fun to read. Would recommend!

Thanks to Harper Voyager and Netgalley for providing me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

#romance novel blogging #arc reviews #netgalley #book recs #book reviews #books

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On Ron Staedtler as a Character: A Broken Rebel or Selfish Asshole? (Spoiler warning for Inside Job Season 2 plus TW mentions of Su!c!de)

Man what a title to start this essay on. I binged Inside Job because a friend of mine here introduced me to the show on New Years Eve and to say that I love the show is an understatement. It's what you get when you throw Rick & Mory, The Office, and Gravity Falls into a blender. A very fun, very emotional, and very interesting animated series.

In this essay we'll be discussing the keystone character of the second season and the romantic interest of protagonist Reagan Ripley, Ronald (Ron) Staedtler. The director of the Illuminati's (Cognito's rival company) Mind Erasure division. When the illuminati messes up and needs to prevent secrets from getting out, they send in Ron, who more or less comes across as their assassin. Him and Reagan initially start off as hostile towards each other but very quickly grow an enemies-to-lovers relationship.

I want to analyze Ron on a bit of a deeper level in this mind dump/thought essay and see what everyone else thinks. So enjoy!

I want to start this first portion by highlighting just how many similarities these two have. They were very intentional in making it known that these two have an almost immediate attraction to each other because of their similarities.

Both have very similar physical characteristics to the point that it looks like Ron is basically just a male version of Reagan. Darker hair, darker skin complexion, similar shaped eyes and nose. (I headcanon that Ron is also Biracial just like Reagan. Who is half-white, half-Japanese. Someone made a post saying Ron is Filipino and I'm running with that. Plus it explains him being raised Catholic.)

Both are upper-level managers at their respective companies, whom they both have a lot of personal issues with. (Reagan in Robotics, Ron in Mind Erasure)

Both are bitter cynics who tend to push people away out of fear of being rejected. A lot of this stemmed from family lives that were quite abusive. (Reagan being raised by two absolute narcissists, one of whom was such a tiger parent that he forcibly wiped Regan's memories of the one friend she ever had. And while we don't know anything really about Ron's family we know he's dealing with a lot of repressed religious trauma via his family's intense catholicism.)

The naming of these two also is a bit too ironic to be coincidental. Ronald (Ron) Staedtler and Reagan Ripley. Shion and Alex weren't even trying to be subtle with this one.

All this being said, it's clear that these two naturally gravitated towards each other and immediately had comparable chemistry with one another. All this being said the show also made it a point to emphasize that they were moving very quickly as a couple. Which almost assuredly is a red flag for things not being able to last.

Much to many people's surprise. The season ends after a rocky patch between Ron and Reagan with Ron deciding to finally take the steps to wipe his own memory. To finally rid himself of all the trauma he has received and to start over with a fresh, new, quiet life away from the Illuminati and all the conspiracies of the world being alive and well and trying to make water cooler office banter with him.

I'm going to emphasize that this section has a trigger warning in that the show portrays how Ron views Mind Erasure against himself similar to how we would commonly view su!c!de and self harm. If this is something that you are not comfortable reading please by all means click off and do not subject yourself to what I am about to discuss.

The whole reason why Ron is in the Anonymous meeting at the beginning of Season 2 is because he got caught attempting to erase his own memories. Ron holds a lot of trauma and self-anger because of his job. Being the chief mind-eraser he has to bear with the weight of wiping the minds of individuals who came too close to finding out his company's secrets. Ron has pointed out to Reagan that this is something that weighs very heavily on his conscience.

When you look at Ron physically he's taller than Brett, has a similar musculature and build as Brett and in general comes across as much darker and much more imposing and intimidating. If Ron were in his cloak pointing his mind-eraser gun at me I would run for my damn life. And it's Ron's job to make sure that anyone who discovers the Illuminati's secrets has their mind wiped. At whatever cost is necessary. Ron has probably seen hundreds, if not thousands of innocent people run away from him with genuine, unadulterated fear for their lives in their eyes. These people must have thought Ron was coming to kill them. How many times must have Ron stared down at someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and watch them cry, sob, beg, and plead with Ron for their lives? Thankfully once their minds are wiped these people don't remember the horrifically traumatic events they were just put through, but you know who does remember? Ron.

It's this overwhelming guilt and general hatred for what he does that defines Ron as a character. While Ron and Reagan may have a lot of similarities. The key and largest difference between the two is the fact that Reagan believes she can fix the world and fix everything from the inside given the chance. Ron has given up the thought that he can change anything and instead actively works against the Illuminati in any way that won't draw enough attention to himself. Ron just wants to get away from everything but he knows too much to be let free and is too valuable an asset to be wiped. So he's stuck in his own hell of a job and the one time he's able to escape is with Reagan.

I want to emphasize that I do not believe that Ron is in any way a bad person. If anything he, unlike many of the people in the show, actually has a genuine conscience and deeply regrets his actions of essentially being the Illuminati's grim reaper. However it must be said that Ron is ultimately selfish in wanting to take Reagan with her into his new life of his own creation. This is by no means saying that Ron is a coward for trying to leave and forget his life, with mind-erasure acting as a heavily handed metaphor for su!c!de. Reagan herself admits to this.

"You had a hard time, for a long time. But you did something brave. You took a chance on a new life because you realized you deserved one."

However Reagan was conflicted. She had the chance of a lifetime to finally gain the power in her work that she wanted. A chance to finally work with (and against) the Robes. But she had a chance to take all of her trauma, years of abuse from her family and her parents, to be with the man who she loved more than anything. So she had Alpha Beta run thousands of simulations for her, to see if she could find a happy ending with her as head of Cognito and with Ron. And thousands of times later, the answer was still no. The one time she found a solution was when Ron had no memories of the Illuminati, Cognito, The Robes, the Secret Societies, nothing. So Reagan made the biggest sacrifice she could. She let Ron wipe his own memory but chose not to join him. Giving him the chance to finally be free from his demons who kept him awake at night.

This brings me back to my prompt. Is Ron an asshole for forcing Reagan to choose between her dreams and him? Not necessarily. I don't believe Ron ever intended on coming between Reagan and her goals, at least not intentionally. Ron was putting himself first which in itself is an act of selfishness but he did not wish to harm Reagan.

The image above from the Halloween episode to me is the best visual representation of this. Ron is forced to change into Brett's costume as Chris Angel. Having him wear a cross while he realizes the only way to save himself and Reagan is to use his mind-wiping abilities to stop the Cognito office from attacking Ron because they all fell in love with him. In this scene, Ron is holding his gun, representing his hatred of his occupation and all the trauma it has forced upon him. Plus he's wearing a cross while being all but shirtless, symbolizing his religious trauma.

It's no wonder that this shows when Reagan tries her best to convince Ron to work for Cognito, when his two most prevalent traumas are thrust upon him in a life-or-death situation that he finally snaps. He finally decides he can't take it anymore and he puts into motion his plan to end everything as Ron Staedtler and begin a new life with a clean slate and new identity. Because for all intents and purposes, at the end of Appleton when Ron wipes his own mind. The Ron Staedtler that we grew to know and love is dead. There's only Martin Higgins now. And we don't know who Martin Higgins is other than he leads a perfectly normal life in Appleton, Wisconsin, who will eventually get the life and love and family he deserves, it's just that Reagan Ripley will not be a part of that life.

Ron Staedtler is a very complex character for all 6 or so episodes we have of him. Ron is a genuinely good person who got in over his head trying to find the answers to life and ended up becoming the last thing you see before you have your memory erased for looking too deep into something you shouldn't have. He's a deeply traumatized man who learned to live and love and helped Reagan Ripley learn to open up and love again. And while both Ron and Reagan wanted to change their situations. Ron had been so damaged and so broken by the time the opportunity came around to make a change that he chose to take his own way out. He created a new life for himself free from his traumas because he knew that he deserved it. However he prioritized himself over Reagan and chose to be free. Ron didn't know that Reagan had run thousands of simulations but came to the same conclusion every time. That no matter what they had done, so long as Reagan was still at Cognito, the two of them would have never been truly happy with one another.

If Reagan could create a situation where the two of them could be happy together Reagan would have given 110% of her to make it work. But she has to choose and she chose to go with Cognito and The Robes. I don't know if Ron would have chosen to continue with this plane if he knew Reagan had to make this choice. However it shows and attests much more to Reagan's character that she sacrifices her own happiness so Ron can be happy. Ron Staedtler was a deeply traumatized man who found the courage to be free. And that in itself is so powerful. I sincerely hope we see more of Ron, or Martin Higgins in the future.

#inside job spoilers #inside job netflix #ron staedtler #ron statler inside job #Reagan Ripley #I miss this man so much #tw sucidal ideation #tw sui implied

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CLJ Recaps

There sure is a lot of body swapping and disguising people in this show!

Despite the fact that Danyin was a bitch to Orchid for petty jealous reasons, being rescued by her has made her think differently. Everyone else in Shuiyuntian is apparently convinced that Orchid was a spy all along. Changheng is pleased to hear that Danyin doesn't agree. She reluctantly admits that Orchid is kind enough to save her life despite past treatment.

Even more shocking is that Danyin willingly volunteers to help rescue Orchid. This involves magic to make her look like Changheng, so he can go to Cangyan Sea. Yunzhong has apparently put his brother under house arrest because expressing feelings is wrong & bad so disguising himself as Danyin will help him slip away.

I've noticed this before, but the Silent Moon Palace has really interesting cultural references. The windows remind me of mosques. Face veils have apparently been worn since the Han Dynasty. Unlike the fairy realm, black complimented by a jewel tone seems to be the dominant palette for palace staff here.

Orchid is worried that food here won't be good, but instead it ends up looking more delicious than the food she's used to. It's also plated like a Michelin restaurant: with a thousand tiny plates and portions.

Orchid declares that she will no longer be a cruel ruler, thus ruining Moon Supreme's reputation.

Orchid then basically says, "No wonder your brother doesn't like you," which is SUCH a funny thing to say. DFQC only scoffs and says, "I'm the Moon Supreme that everyone fears. I don't need anyone to like me." SURE JAN!

The mention of his brother upsets DFQC and he reminds Orchid that he's the one most likely to see through the body swap. JUST LIKE I SAID BEFORE!

Back at Fountain Palace, Danyin is having a great time pretending to be Changheng. Lookit her smile!

Her fun is short-lived because Lord Liyuan shows up for a surprise visit! I literally yelled while watching Danyin talk to her father with Changheng's face because it was SO FUNNY. She accidentally calls him "dad" but then quickly recovers and praises herself.

The real reason Liyuan is there is to discuss how bad things will likely get now that DFQC has been resurrected. Danyin still defends Orchid, but finds it strange that she doesn't belong to any of the 8 immortals. And then she makes a hypothesis that literally made me gasp.

To immediately come to that conclusion means that Danyin is actually incredibly smart! How exactly was the Xilan Tribe wiped out? It's probably related to why Orchid doesn't have any memories in this reincarnation.

Liyuan immediately shoots down the idea. He knows Xiyun's mother and grandmother and has seen plenty of Xilan holy grass before. He apparently carefully examined Orchid's spirit on the day of the ceremony but found her true form to be strange.

Orchid's true form must have been locked away for a reason. I wonder if her parents saw the future where Orchid suffers due to falling in love with DFQC and did it to protect her?

But also the fact that literally no one in Shuiyuntian knew that Orchid wasn't a flower spirit means that she is extremely powerful. I'M SO READY TO UNLOCK THIS VERSION OF HER!

While Orchid learns about Cangyan Sea history in the bath, Danyin is discovered by Rong Hao. Oh no, looks like his plans are in danger of falling apart! And so is the body swap plot.

Idk why Silent Moon Palace has windows where you can peep at people bathing, but a servant caught "Orchid" being scrubbed while blindfolded and reports to Xunfeng. She says that they're always with each other and even share chopsticks and dishes.

Xunfeng calls bullshit. DFQC is apparently someone who doesn't like touching dishes left by others. Sorry, can't relate! Despite being born and raised in the U.S., I'm still Filipino and I'm used to sharing food with my family.

The servant goes on to say that DFQC thanked her, which is the most telling thing. Orchid is kind to everyone regardless of who they are, but DFQC only acknowledges the strong. Why would he pay any attention to a maid? "It's like he's a different person." That sets the wheels off in XF's head!

To test if it's really his brother XF challenges DFQC to a duel. DFQC tries to help get out of it but XF will not tolerate his interruption in Orchid's body.

According to Moon Tribe tradition, DFQC can neither refuse the duel nor have outsiders watch. Before DFQC!Orchid is banished from the throne room, he mouths "Shang Que" in hopes that Orchid catches on. Luckily she does and orders SQ to duel in her stead.

Xunfeng mentions a technique that's translated as "Black Slash", so I assume it's a sword move. He then makes it seem like he's challenging SQ by saying, "I wonder if you're powerful enough to break it."

It turns out this is a piece of information that only DFQC would have known and he failed the test.

This screenshot is like the physical manifestation of the phrase "it dawned on him". Xunfeng turns directly into the sunlight to make this declaration.

He also gives the most glorious side eye this ep and I'm so here for it. He explains to the servant that when they were children, XF begged his brother every day to teach him the Black Slash. DFQC said he would when XF grew up, but killed their father before that happened.

Go off and reveal your tragic backstory to some rando, king! XD

Plan Kill DFQC is still in motion and in true villain tradition everyone shows up to the Dark Pine Forest in the middle of the night, wearing their best fits. Rong Hao does a test of his concentrated evil, killing one of Xunfeng's guards instantly with it.

Says the guy plotting to kill his own brother to the guy who is willing to literally tear the world apart to bring his master back.

The long-awaited storm has finally arrived and Orchid & DFQC go to the same forest where Xunfeng & co did their plotting. Immediately after they leave, Changheng shows up in Silent Moon Palace. And our main duo runs into Rong Hao and Die Yi in the most villain coded scene I've seen in my life.

There's lightning in the background and Rong Hao smirks. He knows exactly what's up, even though Orchid is still pretending to be the Moon Supreme. He unleashes the concentrated evil spirit and DFQC moves in front of Orchid to block the attack. Probably counting on the hellfire to activate and protect them both.

Instead, we see white magic block the attack and Rong Hao steps back. He immediately recognizes Changheng's magic before the man himself appears. Orchid forgets herself as soon as she sees him.

Unfortunately, he's affected by the concentrated evil. When you've watched dramas as long as I have, you develop a sense of when someone is gonna cough up blood. This was the time. Orchid goes from :D to D: real quick.

In the background, you hear Orchid's cries becoming frantic and Rong Hao's shock can be seen through his mask as he breathes heavily.

DFQC finally releases his grip on Orchid and lets her run to CH. But not before tossing an item infused with a teleportation spell. Orchid collides with the open portal and immediately disappears.

Die Yi is adamant about killing Changheng but obviously, RH refuses. He says that CH has already been infected and it's more important to find Orchid.

He asks if she's OK and if she was harassed, but DFQC just stares at him and doesn't reply. My dude READ THE ROOM! The girl in front of you is silently glaring and you're reaching out to touch her face? Did no one teach this man body language???

My dwarf rabbit looks exactly like this before he tries to rip my fingers off. Anyway, can't wait for DFQC to have to pretend to be Orchid and fuck it up!

#clj recap #clj #love between fairy and devil #苍兰诀 #lbfad

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Think back to yesterday, what were you doing around this time? I think I was just playing a game on my phone, taking breaks in between to baby Cooper and squish his cheeks.

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? The music video of 3D. :)) The song is really catchy but holy shit can it stand on its own without the rap. I almost immediately preferred the alternate version and am so grateful they decided to make one.

Do you think pets can get annoying easily? Uhhhhh, no. Pets can get annoying on occasion, but if you're easily irritated by them then maybe you're the problem...

Did you know that pickles have no calories? No, but I also don't have any strong feelings about learning this because I don't even like pickles haha.

Do you enjoy family get togethers? It depends on the side I'm seeing. I always enjoy the food lol but I have different relationships with different relatives, and there are certain sides that I can much more easily vibe with.

That said, my family's dynamic definitely falls under the Filipino stereotype of my dad's side typically being more boring, and my mom's side being lots of fun to be with (for the most part).

In a group of three, do you often feel like the third wheel? I mean, it depends on who the other two are. I am louder around certain people and quieter around others.

What color are your pants? I'm not wearing pants but my current shorts are purple and white.

Is there snow on the ground where you are? No.

What is keeping you warm right now? Nothing, actually, even though I'm feeling increasingly cold. I should get my blanket soon.

Has anyone bought you a piece of jewelry? Yes, a previous significant partner and a close friend.

How far away is your next birthday? Seven months away.

Do you have plans for that birthday yet? Not really yet. I don't start planning on what I want to do until the start of the new year.

When did you last take a shower? This morning.

Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? Nope, I've never seen it.

Have you ever flown somewhere alone? No and I don't know when I'll ever have the courage to do so haha. It feels so daunting! I don't even think I'm ready to travel on my own yet.

Are you more serious or funny? I definitely try to be more lighthearted but I know when to be serious. Work drains me enough during the day so I like to let loose once I'm out of that headspace.

Is there someone that annoys you but you haven’t told them? Eh no one annoys me these days other than, like, certain celebrities that I have muted on social media anyway so that I never see them.

When is garbage day in your area? Wednesday.

Who/What was the last thing to really irritate you? My brother acts like he's king of the fucking world and never does any chores. The untended pile of laundry we had earlier was irritating me to no end so I just folded everything so that that part of the house can look neat again, even though I'm already in charge of a couple of other chores.

I feel like he thinks he gets a pass because college life is supposed to be exhausting, but it feels like such a funny insult to the 9-6s my sister and I have, lmao. In any case, I ended up enjoying folding the laundry because I found it therapeutic after my long day.

Do you think people either love or hate spongebob? At least from how I see it, most people love Spongebob either for its nostalgic factor, the timeless memeability of the show, or both. I fall under the category of loving Spongebob for both of those reasons.

The people I know who aren't interested only feel that way because they didn't grow up watching the show, but they don't actively dislike it.

Have you seen that new “Lie To Me” show? I've never even heard of that. I love the 5SOS song that shares the exact same title though, hah.

What is something you’d rather be doing right now? I'm perfectly content where I am right now.

Do you find that people are too hard on you? No, but I'm sensing that it's about to be that way soon. I don't want to talk about it now though.

Do you take surveys often? I wouldn't say so, but my activity does come in bursts. It'll be radio silence for most Monday-Fridays, but I might take 3-4 a day on weekends.

Do you tend to slam things around when you’re mad? Sometimes, but I wouldn't call it a habit. I wouldn't want it to be one.

Do you know anyone who hates/dislikes chocolate? I don't think so. I don't dislike chocolate per se, but I tend to avoid it because I find it too sweet.

Could you vote in this last election? Yes; I've been voting since 2016.

Have you taken a shower today? Yup.

How much sleep did you get last night? Around 7-8.

Do you have more girl friends or guy friends? Girl.

What is your current mood? Relaxed, happy, content.

Is there anything on your mind at the moment? How I'm in a really uncomfortable position but I'm too lazy to move around. Also thinking about how much my back and neck hurts, and my stomach is also beginning to feel upset most likely because of how I wolfed down that samgyupsal earlier lol.

Are there any movies out that you’d like to see? Oppenheimer, but I'll save that for when my dad's back home so we can watch it together.

Have you ever been on a website called Stickam? No, I don't think I've heard of it either.

Have you ever hated yourself? Yes. I don't anymore, but I did, and it wasn't a good place to be in.

Are you hungry? No, I am VERY full hahaha.

Did your parents ever ground you? Yes. At the time I had actually been very surprised that they did, considering 'grounding' isn't at all a thing where I live. Anyway, I had gotten in trouble on multiple occasions both for swearing and having horrible grades, so my parents would take away my laptop for indefinite periods.

Where was the last place you went out to eat? This Greek place where I had a Very Corporate Lunch with my workplace's CEO (aka my new boss from here on out), Bea, and one of our clients. I felt sick the whole time. Why am I even in this position? I don't care for corporate talk. Can I go back to being a manager who is more hands-on with the dirty, day-to-day work?

Have you ever felt like you needed a better life than the one you have? Better isn't really the word for it. Maybe 'more fulfilling' is more apt, and I'm definitely feeling that way now.

Do you own an MP3 player of some kind? No, not anymore.

Do you have a moment in your life you wish you could replay over again? Yes, Yoongi's concert. I think of going back to that time at least once a day. Every time I remember I've seen a member of BTS I always break out into a stupid giggle and feel like I'm floating on air for the next half hour haha. UGH I LOVE YOONGI BRING HIM BACK TO ME

Have you ever been in a play? If so, did you like it? I mean I guess, in my first school, but it was always a class performance where we'd do a song number. No, I never enjoyed those mandatory performances.

What is one musical artist you wish wasn’t making music? Chris Brown. I wish everyone can just start ignoring him.

When was the last time you cleaned something? Earlier tonight when I mopped the floor, tidied the dining table, and washed everyone's dishes.

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? Yes, on two occasions.

Do you like your smile? Yes. :)

Do you have someone that you think truly understands you? Sure.

When was the last time you doubted yourself? Yesterday at the aforementioned lunch. My feelings at the time were like 20% doubting myself, 80% openly acknowledging within myself that, "holy shit, I CANNOT fake it til I make it here. Everything they're talking about, from next year's contract and the company's profit is making me want to vomit all over this table."

Is there anything currently bothering you? Yes my entire back is killing me and I just need a masseuse who'll use my back as a punching bag for five hours straight.

Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? I think about that way about myself and everyone. We all come with our own charms.

Who was the last person to cheer you up when you were down? Jin.

Are you scared of what you do not know? I'm past that point already, considering what I've been able to survive before. I just enjoy going with the flow now.

Is there anything in the next six months that you’re looking forward to? Leaving my jobbbbb. I've decided to stay for the time being just so that I can avoid looking like an asshole who leaves as soon as she gets promoted, but resignation actively hangs in my mind everyday because the more I get settled in my new job, the more resentful I get.

Were you/are you popular in high school? I was in the inner circles, but I hated being in the spotlight so I still preferred to be the wallflower in my groups.

Do you really care what people think about you? No. I have other things to think about.

Do you find yourself treating others like you’d want to be treated? Not always. I will snap sometimes without meaning to and it always makes me feel guilty and self-reflect at the end of the day, but in general I do my best to go about every day thinking of two things: treat people the way I'd want to be treated, and that I never know what people are going through at a given moment so just be fucking nice.

Are you constantly envious of others? I genuinely cannot tell you when I last felt envy.

Are you more of a whiner with things or a do’er of things? Doer. I'll grumble within myself but it's not like I have a choice for the most part so I just go ahead and do Things.

List three of your favorite TV shows: Breaking Bad, Friends, Descendants of the Sun.

Would your friends say you’re a relaxed person or stressed? STRESSED, lmao. They will be the first to tell you that, for sure.

What do you find yourself worrying most about these days? How well I can adjust into my new role at work. Maybe I'll get into it more another time, but it's 11 PM on a Friday night and mulling over work feelings is the last thing I want to be doing.

Would you say it’s hard to earn your trust? It's easy for me to trust people and just as easy for me to take it away.

Who was the last person to compliment you? Coleen.

Anything interesting happen this past week? Sure, but it's not the good kind of interesting.

When was the last time you felt scared? Wednesday, when I had to go through multiple unfamiliar roads to get to my destination that day.

What’s on your mind this very second? How I want to skip the current song that's playing, anddd I just did.

Do you know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’? Yes.

Do you correct other people’s grammar/spelling when talking to them online? Never.

Is bacon one of your favorite foods? I love bacon, but it's not my favorite.

Are you one of those people who like to sleep in on the weekends? No. I'll barely sleep during weekends since it's my only time to do normal life things really.

Do you like things vampire related? Eh, just Twilight.

Have you ever cussed at a parent or teacher? Nope. I've sworn around my parents, but not at them.

When was the last time you saw snow? I've never seen snow.

Have you ever felt stupid after saying something? Yes.

Do you find yourself cold at the moment? Not anymore; I turned off the aircon for now since the cold had been getting too uncomfortable earlier.

Are your nails currently long? Yeah a little bit and I'll have to cut them soon.

Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? Certain remnants of it sure, but I'm generally an open book.

Do you have long slender fingers or short chunky ones? My fingers are long and slender and I loveeeee them.

Do you think your foot size fits your body type? I guess so. My feet are really tiny hahah I'm like a size 6.

Are you the competitive type? Yeah, in every sense of the word. I mean I've gotten better at handling losses but I still like to treat most things like a race/contest; it's just a better mindset for me to be in to be motivated to do my best.

Are you more of a mommy’s person or a daddy’s person? Dad's girl.

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Hi! Firstly, I want to say hats off to the team for this game! It Lives Within is one of my favorites this year (: the horror, branching storylines, art, writing, coding: it's all magnificent!

Secondly, I just wanted to voice my concern about Lincoln's heritage? I know he's only "part Filipino", and that's great, I've seen Filipinos who look like him and that's already great! Filipino representation is important, and given that Choices had Filipino characters (Mirasol Bautista, Ace Dela Cruz, even ROE mc and her family are mixed Filipino), I was excited about Lincoln!

I've heard about the prenium scene where he talks about having a tattoo in tagalog, and given how tattoos can culturally important (see: pintados), that's great!

This is in no way an attack, I just wish there were more indicators of his Filipino heritage outside of the enthinicty part of his profile and the tattoo. My friend played the game without knowing he was Filipino at all until I pointed it out ):

In the game, you get a good sense of abel's heritage with the myths and food. In asks, joceleyn's and amalia's heritages are explored through food, name and appropriate voice claims.

So it was a bit hurtful that I couldn't see any of that with Lincoln ): If his story was meant to be about not being able to connect with his filipino-Ness as much because he lost his filipino mother (yes filipino is gender neutral) at a young age, then that's fine! I know a lot of diaspora filipino-americans can relate to that story.

Again, I love the game and the characters. And I'm not saying you should make Lincoln's filipino-ness everything about his character, but i am hoping that it's okay to ask for lines like "lincoln missed his mom's adobo/sinigang/dinuguan" or Lincoln cussed in Tagalog, or Lincoln studied his moms inspiration of Filipino amorsolo paintings. Even if just through the asks, it'd just be healing to see, especially in these rough times :)

Thanks for taking the time to send this in! I appreciate your thoughts and concerns ❤️

So Lincoln is much less connected to his Filipino heritage than Amalia and Abel are to their Dominican and Mexican heritages, respectively. There are a few reasons for this. Firstly, his father is not Filipino and so he didn't really contribute to including Filipino customs and traditions in their family. It’s not because he was opposed to it, but he wasn't that familiar with it, and also he was busy, had other focuses, and it simply wasn’t a priority.

As such, Lincoln’s mom was basically his only connection to his Filipino roots. Lincoln’s mom taught him Tagalog the best she could but as is pretty common with second gen Americans, he didn’t learn it that well and he’s not fluent enough to reply eloquently, just enough to mostly understand. She often made Filipino dishes for him growing up, and his favorite dish that she’d make is pork adobo. Aside from visiting his family over Christmas, he never really stopped to give his heritage much thought until recently, and it’s even harder to connect now because his mom is dead.

That being said, there will definitely be more instances of Lincoln discussing and connecting with his Filipino heritage future scenes, because even if it isn’t as big a part of him as say Abel’s Mexican heritage, it is definitely part of who he is (also don’t take the voice claim thing too hard or anything, it’s bc I literally suck at those soooo bad so I just didn’t come up with anything :’)) for now though, here are some tidbits!

He still keeps in touch with his lolo and lola and misses them a lot. He considers them more his family than his father. His mom’s sister helps his grandparents video call him on WhatsApp every few few months, and his lolo always does little pop quizzes on his Tagalog to make sure he still understands and tells him to keep getting better at speaking. His lola always tells him to come visit when he can and to make sure he’s eating enough.

His mother had a lot of paintings around the house. A lot of them were by filipino artists. Lincoln’s favorite was always Jose Joya, because he was always more into abstract designs and the way colors work together than painting identifiable things like people and environments.

Christmas used to be his favorite time of year because his family went all out in the Philippines. But since he hasn’t gone back since his mother’s death, Christmas is his least favorite time of year. After knowing how it feels to truly celebrate with his family, it feels empty to be alone. But even though he’s not with them, he has his own little noche buena by himself or with friends. He makes a pretty good pancit and will call his his extended family to wish them a merry Christmas.

Also when he was in elementary school he always cussed in Tagalog at school, because no one knew what he was saying and he wouldn’t get in trouble. When his mom heard him swear once she asked where he learned that and he said “I learned it from you!” She told him she didn’t know why he couldn’t learn other words as easily as the swear words.

#ask #anon #mod win #lincoln mcqouid

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qloof · 2 years

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heeey, you got me extremely curious when you mentioned you have a mom for Masamune. Of course take as much time as you need, but if you want, please talk about her. I wanna know :D

im crying bro i got this ask right as i began listening to cariñosa

*rubs my hands together like a fly* oh my god here we go..

Ok for a little background information i kinda like the idea of Doji being Masamune’s biological father but then him and Masamune’s mom decided to seperate because Masamune’s mom did not want to be involved in any of his things and didn’t want that kind of environment for her son. ( the reason why nobody ever suspects that doji and masamune are related is because masamune looks more like his mom than he does doji )

🎉Doji divorced arc🎉 Masamune just does not remember his dad and honestly he does not gaf, [ It’s mainly a crack thing because i find the idea of Doji being Masamune’s dad and then drop kicking him to the USA very funny. u can literally replace Doji with some other dude, it’s all good, i switch between the ideas in my head a lot. ]

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I decided to come up with a sort of idea for her when reading some fics that mentioned Masamune's mom but didn’t really go into much detail with her. I wanted to draw something to help me visualize her a lil better.

m pretty sure any one who take one glance at my profile ever can tell that i headcanon masamune has half filipino lmao so i headcanon his mom as from the Philippines

Before the divorce, she and Masamune lived in Japan. Afterwards, they moved to the Philippines for 2-3 years. Then, they moved to the USA to link with relatives.

Her nickname is JoyJoy !! the name is based off one of my relative’s names because i like it and always found it amusing. her real name? unsure tbh maybe Juanita. ( Masamune's full name is Masamune Oración Kadoya )

Her first language is bisaya, second tagalog, third japanese, fourth english

she’s the owner of a little filipino restaurant somewhere in the city Masamune lives in :D ( isn’t it new york city or something?? ) when Masamune was younger, he would stick around at the restaurant and help around with chores. (ALSO Masamune CAN cook... i said it in an earlier post but this mf is just too lazy to clean up so he doesn't cook regularly in his teen years).

JoyJoy also spends a lot of time around the general asian market places. Masamune would come along and he could speak both Japanese and Tag/Bis to the other kids and adults. He could surround himself in both of his cultures and others as well here.

earlier i said fuck it and decided that JoyJoy and the mom of my OC, Acec, are cousins so that’s how Masamune and Acec are related. whenever masamune and acec were younger, they’d kinda be pushed aside with the other kids at the filo mom parties ( jesus christ they have so many parties,., im speaking from experience mine literally had a get together a few days ago )

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For some funnies, i want to think JoyJoy didn’t agree to Masamune going on a trip to Japan to fight Ginga, but Masamune being the troublemaker that he is, decided to leave on his own accord….he could dodge the walis (broom) when he returned home. (he did not get hit, dont worry jsjsjdsjkjsdk). However he did get an earful when he returned.

(JoyJoy watched the tournaments and admittedly did enjoy them) (she probably disturbed neighbors with her cheers watching her son) (i imagine her cheering just like how my mom did whenever i used to play soccer, it’s very funny)

She’s always very joyful whenever Zeo and Toby come around, she’s very happy that Masamune has made some friends in America. When Masamune told her another friend would come over and join the group (King) she spent so much time cleaning the house and had full meals cooked when everyone got there. (if u come to a filipino’s house you WILL eat and you WILL be full and there will be extras to take home..)

For her role in Fury I don’t really have much at the moment. Though, the first thing she did when Masamune came home with all his clothes dirty and ripped was give him a short scold in tag/bis but then she sobbed because she was so afraid of what could have happened to her son.

Here’s the first drawings i did of her !! it’s very simple and barebones. honestly writing all of this out makes me want to draw her again, so maybe i’ll do that soon :) Masamune gets the white tips of his hair from her !!

There’s a lot of ideas and such about interactions and dynamics between JoyJoy and Masamune, and a lot of them about Masamune’s life surrounded by filo culture. Both positives and negatives (personal experiences 💀 i loveeee generational trauma /sarcasm) but anyways i love them and i love these headcanons i have they make me so happy. It also gives me some time to connect and express as much as i can to my Filipino heritage (other than food, customs, languages that i struggle with remembering lmfao, habits and mannerisms, etc) since i’ve lived in the USA most of my life. It makes me really happy.

Thank you so much for this ask !! i really enjoyed writing all these down and i may or may not have cried at some point ( do not worry it was positive )

#ah yes my daily projections #i still have many thoughts...maybe one day i will draw or write them out #metal fight beyblade #masamune kadoya #pinoy masamune kadoya #mfb oc #beyblade metal masters #beyblade metal fury #beyblade metal saga

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fox-the-artist-fruit-canid · 10 months

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Similar face,but not the same

Remember i said long ago that i would redesing mis to differentiate him from the other timeline? Aka FFPO

Welp...here he is! This is Misael(Mis is the abrebiation to his name in the FFPO cannon) or shortly Ael.

He is a mix in between of like 3 diferent wasp or hornet species starting with the asian giant hornet.

Next the filipino hornet.

And last but not less important the warrior wasp

Personality

So taking that apart Ael could only be decribed as a backstabbing double faced poisonous viper due to his manipulative manners and fake friendly attitude.

Afther all don't let that wide kinda warm smile fool you since is the fakest thing you will ever see in your whole life,still it looks so true that is imposible to know unless you can ser straight to his soul.

Ael is an master manipulator aswell a mythomaniac and a pathological liar.

Aswell a bastard that will even get into a relationship for his own benefit and won't doubt to use people he knows as his expiatory goats if he is in some kind of trouble.

He is a pretty good actor and has it easy to fake something that is by far true,he can play the paper of a victim pretty easily and suddenly change it to a happy and energic person out of nowhere.

Tho his true personality is cold,uncarring n kinda letargic in complete contrast with his more energic,happy and carring fecade,as well the actual Ael is rude and crude at the moment of expresing things.

He sometimes is a bit egocentric and a narcisist in nature but is pretty unusual,he tends to appear calm but he gets anoyed pretty easily making him short tempered.

Relations

The relations he makes with his poor range of friends or his lil family are slightly seen as something more than just useful for him and he truly dosen't bother that much if something happens to someone close to him.

Maybe he does care more than usual if it has something to be with his brother but outside that,someone could die and he simply wouldn't care.

His ralation towards his father is the same maybe even more hateful,his ralation with his mother is aswell similar,while the relation with take his brother is more likely neutral since Ael dosen't interact that much with him.

Still despite being Ael who raised Take since their father didn't care that much for them their relation isn't that warm or loving like the FFPO Mis family dinamic is.

He only has two friends on this timeline Zbra kinda his partner and most loyal follower as well who Ael uses to satisfy his bloodlust with since Zbra is kinda like a walking bloodbag.

And Cherry his right hand an female shrimp mantis hibrid that is the one that helps him in almost anything even on misions,she knows who Ael is truly down his mask but she could be more careless since she knows in her case Ael won't betray her.

As for frenemies there are both Saeri and Y they get along with Ael but they can sence someting odd in him so they decide to better not get that comfy around him.

And there also enters Toxik tho i bet he would know who and how he truly is down the mask but similar to cherry he wouldn't care but will be cautious,afther all Ael has nothing on his counter so the wasp would not harm him.

Other issues

He has an antisocial personality disorder wich makes him pretty much reckless and in many ocasions irresponsible of his actions,as well half the reason for him manipulating the people around him.

He has an drinking problem and a suspected but non confirmed drug addiction,aswell an stealing habbit things he ofthen denys the existence off but in some ocasions they can be a bit to obvious to deny.

He lost both his antenae and eye in a fight with an very prepotent elite that attacked him without taking in count the consequences and left him half blind and witout antenae said fight is also the origin for the other scar on his face.

Ael could be cosidered both a vampire and a cannibal since he dosen't have issues on consuming irken blood or meat,tho he is more of a vampire that enjoys consuming irkens like capri suns.

He has anger issues but they are controled since Ael maneges them with medicines and his own method of therapy wich is hiting walls,hard objects or things like punching bags and training manequins until his anger is washed out.

Ael still has the illness but he uses his acting skills to fake he is alright when in reality he is actual agonaizing pain,said pain sometimes is way to much to fake out and his acting could have breaks that make obvious his pain.

Ael didn't passed trough the incident in fact that day an beloved elite called olive died since he didn't intervine like the actual mis did.

Work facts

Ael still works as an active imperial exterminator the reason why he carrys the elite mark on his eyepatch as well more prominent armor pices in his cloak.

Ael is at the moment the captain of the order alpha of exterminators tho to get there...the way had to be painted in blood...still he finally arrived to the status he has now but at the cost of a high price of pink blood.

In fact if you get to close to him you would be able to smell the blood out of ael as well the strong but sweet perfume he uses in tries to cover the smell of the blood.

Due to his habit of eliminating elites due to his hatred towards them for the incident of his eye he won the tittle of elite anihilator,name given by elites themselfs when they had to report the disapearence of several elites provoqued by a unknown perpetrator.

Insect parts and poison facts

He can and will spit venom at your face if he feels threatened as well his fangs contain a small dose of his poison that acts more like an anesthetic.

The horns and sharp ends of his elbows are remobable bia breaking them out,this parts are secondary stingers that contain less venom than the principal stinger but are strong enough to cause an extreme wave of pain and a big poisoning.

The principal stinger that is at the extreme of his tail has the bigger dose of venom in it wich,is a neurotoxin kind of poison that if inyected many times it can cause an anaphylactic shock even to non alergic people followed by a complete organic failure.

The firts sting is always the strongest and potentialy lethal while the sencodary stings are to reinforce the first one.

Said organic failure caused by an acelerated sepsis kind of process that leads you in a pain and agony sesion of arround 20 minutes of duration till your decease.

Tho the times he has to sting someone per day to get to this point are arround 5 times the maximum,times he can sting without felling tired or without any adverse affect such as fatigue or muscular pains.

The stinger needle can be lost if sting reach to 8 in the same moment a very painful and tiring process,tho the needle can regenerate it takes several weeks to regrow to its total length while the secondary stingers late around 10 to 12 days to regain their full lenght.

Ael's tail makes a tik n tok sound when it moves from lefth to right sometimes to signal he is nervous or is growing anxious,as well is a treath or signal of anger specially when the sound and movement are fast.

His wings can bibrate and high speeds producing a drumbing kind of noice that functions to be threat and a warning of the "fuck around and find out" kind since he only does it when he is really angered or anoyed and has had enough.

His tounge is similar to the one of a snake and functions similarly since it can be used to detect potencial prey or other creatures around him as well a smell detector to things like blood,he sometimes blebs it unconciously when something cought his attention.

Fun fact: if Ael and the normal Mis coexisted in the same space they will be constantly fighting Mis triying to protect his and his loved ones lifes from him and Ael will be triying to eat his counter part since 2 of the especies he is based on usually eat bees.

Fun fact 2: i made this fucker with the mindset of hating him but now i think he is stuck with me

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Aniway remember to touch grass and drink water

Fox out

#oc's #my art #defective lotus au #iz au #iz oc #mis the defective #four for the price of one au #ael the vampiric hornet

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junjiie · 8 months

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UM GOOD MORNING??? (its morning for me im serious i literally just woke up) hope your having a good day im about to give everything about meliora 🤗

SOOOOOO meliora is a 13-member under two fictional companies louvix audio and sonata media, they were the second only successful group under their company after their former boy group RIX disbanded in 2016, so, company said; "WE NEED SOMETHING NEW!", and they recruited the thirteen members over a period of 10 months through global auditions!!! so that's just great

okay off to the members;

kasemchai 'chaiya' shinawatra - 99 liner, thai, probably a man kisser in his free time, and also a professional flirt too!, used to be a child model and he decided "fuck college i'm gonna sing" so he auditioned!, his fc is the actor jeff satur

hong yohan - 00 liner, korean, 1 of 4 introverts in the whole group, the leader of the group, he scares his members without even trying, his fc is that one nct mf (it's haechan)

ko junmin - 00 liner, korean, 2 of 4 introverts in the whole group, a perfectionist for life, he also did taekwondo!, his fc is park jihoon (the actor not from treasure)

jung hajoon - 00 liner, korean, adopted (yeah he actually is), his adopted father is half filipino so he's fluent in tagalog, theater kid (derogatory), his fc is kim sunwoo from the boyz

ahn 'kyrie' kyuhyun - 01 liner, korean, a former actor and fencer (he starred in boys over flowers), the tallest member, also quite literally the perfect man (he's also the token straight of the group), his fc is yoon sanha from astro

yeo 'hwan' jihwan - 01 liner, korean, 3 of 4 introverts in the whole group, he's the one member who can go without talking the whole day, the center of the group despite his shyness, his fc is son dongju from oneus

cho haneul - 01 liner, korean, confirmed man kisser, the most affectionate member of the group, bro can play the guitar (i'm down on my knees), his fc is shin yechan from omega x

matsuda 'kiro' kyoichi - 02 liner, japanese, a former member of a j-pop boy band, his father is so famous in japan i'm not even joking, he has a huge fanbase and is the sunbaenim of everyone in the whole group, his fc is terazono keita from ciipher

kang 'z' yaejoon - 02 liner, korean, the groups comedic genius, the only reason he auditioned was actually because of a bet, he used to play hockey, his fc is jung sungchan from riize

bae 'byeol' yongrae - 02 liner, korean, has been dancing since literally forever, his birthdays on halloween!!, he's a huge fan of kai and he cried when he got to meet him for the first time, his fc is my bae song hyeongjun from cravity

sim 'chrysa' jaehwan - 03 liner, korean, he really likes kyuhyun, seriously he was a huge fan of him before they debuted together, also a comedic genius, his fc is your bae hwang intak from p1harmony

kristian 'jian' li - 04 liner, chinese-american, rich, he's one of the youngest but he's also 6'1, professional coffee hater, and cat lover, his fc is young and rich fall and handsome

aikawa 'taro' kiyoshi - 04 liner, japanese, the maknae, a teddy bear collector, can never be clean like it's impossible for him, his fc is nishimura riki from enhypen

OKAY SO UHHH OTHER THAN THAT, their fandom name is aponia because meliora is a word that means "better" and the word aponia is an "absence of pain" so they FIT TOGETHER!!!

anyway thats the group, there is a lot more bad stuff concerning the personal lives of the members because they're all traumatized in one way or another (so sorry i love my babies i swear) so um whose your bias 🤗???

the way i am the #1 aponia. The original. unless you've told someone else ab them and they've said the same thing so we have to compete (i cant fight so i hope u havent 😓😓 2yrs of martial arts in primary school has done nothing for me bye). I AM IN LOVE WITH THEM?!? Holds them in hands.. puts them in a jar.. shakes them around really hard in the jar.. opens the lid... pours them into my hands.. eats them like orbeez.. dies from food poisoning (u probably cant eat orbeez).....

OK BIASES. hajoon YOHAN and jaehwan YUPP 👍👍👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 oh but junmin too........ i fucking LOVE park jihoon i rewatch whc1 every other week i swear (nothing broke me like that show did . Im in so much pain). i will collect all their pcs and line then up next to my bed and pat their little heads before i go to sleep

IM IN LOVE W THIS AND THEM!!!!!!!!! UR MIND!!!!!!!! CRAZY!!!!!!!!! ur giving me tell-u-things-ab-my-silly-ocs-too itis... Stop it .

#I LVOE U FOR THIS HELLO?!#MUAH

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