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she-toadmask · 4 years

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I’m kind of in a mood suddenly so below the cut there will be me just talking about fanfics I have read or am reading and why I like fanfic and stuff because I need to just

Fanfiction fucking rocks the basic part before all the stuff about it as the story just...it’s so easy to access and there’s so much and it’s just all there on the internet I don’t have to find a physical book

And on AO3 (where 90% of good currently-updating fic is afaik) there is TAGGING where you will know what you’re getting into (unless the author suddenly adds a sex scene and only then updates the tags but at least they give a warning at the start of the chapter but it doesn’t bother me as much as it did a couple years ago as long as I know it’s coming I know it’s a tool and it has its uses) with character drama and deaths and all that jazz not to mention how Ash being a badass has a specific tag and just other random things having tags that are important parts of the story

Like there are multiple fics I have found (not all of them are living fics sadly) of writing Ash’s journey in the beginning differently, like there was one I saw once that I kind of forgot to keep reading where he went to Sinnoh (and was still rivals with Paul and I think their ship tag was there?) and it said it was following game plot and then there’s one that I definitely don’t have open anymore because it didn’t update for some amount of time where he had a Joltik and then a Ferroseed and it’s really cool and a different one that’s still living and it’s called Pity of the World and Jesse + James (who is genderfluid in this fic) + Meowth are good people and stuff and just steal abused Pokemon and they run into Ash and they all end up being travel buddies and Ash understands Pokemon (not literally of course that’s not this fic) and also just knows what James’ gender is before they say anything and also in one chapter Zapdos is in Gringy City and says something about friendship being for mortals or something??? idk we’ll see and then there’s a different fic that I was reading and lost when switching devices and Ash was raised by Pokemon and literally can speak Pokemon and it was really neat but I haven’t tried to find where I left off because I’m too lazy for that tbh but it is still updating it’s Symbiosis or Symbiotic or something like that

Most things involving Ash that aren’t shippy or weird like that (ok there are some I’m not interested in but whapdfajaldjakjdf) end up being really cool because he’s a fucking legendary magnet which can either be played for laughs or deadly serious or just not be part of the fic if it isn’t relevant and so many fics use Aura it’s really cool (including Pity of the World I think he mega evolves Pidgeot (who evolves before leaving) when he fights Sabrina who does not have a doll in this fic) and there are different ways they do it and the thing I was mentioning about his connection with Pokemon like maybe it’s just a bit more than normal or it’s just yes he is everything and I kinda skipped out on gens 6 and 7 of the anime but I get enough to understand what they mean in chat fics and when referring to it in other fics it’s really cool

I think I mentioned Creepypasta and how there were two Harry Potter Creepypasta fics, one that was one and was slow to update if it wasn’t dead and one that was on the fourth one actually I was wrong about what number it was I think and updates every two weeks the first one is more lighthearted/written by a younger person like Slendy is a character and Harry x a lot of the ‘pastas I guess and it takes place starting before 4th year and the beginning is kinda meh with some weird dialogue and absurd levels of Dumbledore Ron and Hermione bashing but it does call out some of the other legitimate problems like how the lake trial in the tournament just kidnaps people which is very big because it was Ben who was kidnapped so big yikes there and honestly it’s not what you want to read if you want something really high-quality and serious like not that it doesn’t take itself seriously but it feels closer to something I would have read when I was in middle school than most of the Sanders Sides fics I read (just using that as comparison because the vast majority of that is well-written stuff). Then the other one!!!! For one it has a much more realistic/developed take on the Creepypastas’ existence like how the stories are how they exist with Slenderman being a cosmic horror being thing more than a character with character which is always really cool and Jeff kidnaps Harry as a baby (he is Boy when he is with the Creepypasta and Harry when at Hogwarts and there’s some really cool stuff about how they’re different) and, having lived with murderers, Harry gives zero fucks about things and kills Fluffy in the first book long before other stuff happens, Quirrel tries to use him to get the stone but gets annihilated at the mirror because family and then Voldemort is just a giant white snake for the rest of the series so far and also because he sucks Lockhart tries to exorcise Harry because Harry is fucking nuts and it’s great and also Harry is a Hufflepuff and there is probably more Gryffindor bashing than is necessary and pretty much all the adults get bashed for sucking (like in book 3 the boggart stuff is called out for being hella dangerous for them also Harry can’t cast the Patronus charm make of that what you will idk what) though Harry does make for quite the conversation topic among the teachers, Harry x Neville is the main ship and Neville eventually gets resorted into Hufflepuff because the Gryffindors are being massive dicks to him, also Harry flirts with Draco because Harry gives no fucks and it’s great (also both books give Luna lots of love, like the young one she’s a Seer like from Madame Macabre’s old webcomic that’s dead as it gets and the long one she’s just a good character and shit) and Harry makes these books to spread Slenderman’s legend throughout Britain/the Wizarding World and Draco may have gotten one and survived???? but now Neville has one during the summer months (and also through feeding Fanged Geraniums or whatever live stuff and blood instead of bonemeal he is creating Audrey II and straight-up says something about having to call it Harry Jr. but that’s probably just a little joke and isn’t going to stay beyond this but it’s just fun because Little Shop of Horrors slaps) and I have big fear about him doing the stuff and getting hurt and Harry/Boy conflict will be scary

There’s this other fic I found when trying to find good fics involving Ash and it’s kinda weird and seems to be written by a younger author but we’ll see where things go, like Harry got transported by Celebi to the world of Pokemon and Giovanni is Silver and Ash’s dad and they live with him and also Harry does too and he’s in a wheelchair and also is really smart and I wish we had gotten to spend a bit longer seeing their dynamics before when Harry is 14 the Goblet of Fire somehow spits his name out and Celebi helps with getting Harry (and also the other three because of course) safely there without dying because dimensional travel is hard and Celebi is friend and Luna gets to be important here too I think she’s shown up as a named student and guided them to a room and seems to know things about the castle and that’s kinda all there is so far there’s a bit more but it’s not got a lot yet I hope the author keeps going it’s a weird idea but I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes

Oh I forgot to talk about it but there’s this whump Ash fic that was being written under one title but it got dropped and now it’s being rewritten with the same concept but under a new title and going about a lot of things a different way it’s just the same starting premise and the fic is Helpless and Ash almost dies multiple times and there’s this theme of adults failing him and also Gary fucks a thing up and Ash needs support and therapy (a good number of fics have Ash needing therapy but given the shit he’s been through that is not surprising especially from my limited knowledge of Kalos holy shit Lysandre was doing some mad shit) and it’s just good but it is a lot of hospital and Ash being hurt and almost dying so be warned if that isn’t a safe read for you

The reason I don’t just outright block explicit anymore despite the horrors of trying to find safe Pokemon fic on AO3 amidst the consensual porn, incest porn, pokephilia porn, etc., is I randomly decided to try and find some Sonic fanfic on AO3 because a couple people on YouTube have been doing Sonic story stuff (Sonic What If has some good stuff that’s just... what-if scenarios and then there’s Sonic Rewritten which takes a game’s plot and then redoes it but good like the Deadly Six having personalities or Sonic 06 not having maybe bestiality or Generations being more than ‘oh past and present stages now have nostalgia’ and Robotnik and Eggman are significantly different people in that one and it’s really cool) and I thought maybe I would find some good stuff on AO3 (which I have but nothing that I want to ramble about specifically though there was one fic where Eggman does Tails clone and then his original body dies so he’s stuck looking like Tails and it’s kinda wild) and I found a fic that was marked explicit because torture and violence (honestly it wasn’t that bad) and I like it and don’t want to miss something that I might like by accidentally blocking it and now when I try to find Pokemon fic I have to see Leon x Hop and Pokemon x human smut.

There’s one Sanders Sides fic that I was reading and I don’t remember the name nor do I know if it’s updating I think I lost it but it started from the beginning of the series with the Dark Sides being a platonic poly family and when they weren’t in the episode they were talking about it/the Light Sides and it’s honestly really really good and the author just decided to have Deceit’s name be Janus and it was amazing when it turned out that was his real name it was just great but IDK if the fic has been abandoned, I think I lost it in the shift, but it was really good (but sympathetic dark sides and unsympathetic patton and roman and logan for a bit so do be warned if those aren’t comfortable for you)

Oh yeah I remembered another fic I can talk about there was this one Creepypasta fic and it’s completed and it is a Jeff x Reader but it kind of just stops being about the romance after a certain point and just goes way off the rails. It starts like ‘oh this will be a normal x reader with mansion and Slendy is dad and Zalgo is probably evil’ and then NOPE SLENDERMAN HAS BEEN RAISING FAMILIES THAT LOVE HIM TO TURN THEM INTO CRYSTALS TO MAKE HIM MORE POWERFUL AND ZALGO IS AGAINST THAT and it just is great like I never see Zalgo being good, like Slenderman being evil or whatever is plenty common (especially in the innumerable ARG fics I don’t read because I don’t have the attention span to learn what the fuck the source is) but never in tandem with Zalgo being anything but chaotic evil n shit it’s wild and it’s great and also Slenderman’s parents have faces I guess idk that was weird also there is one smut chapter but like the author said you can skip the smut and I did and didn’t feel like I missed any plot stuff so if that’s a no for you just keep an eye out for the author’s warning. It is by a younger writer, as demonstrated by its daily updates while it was being written, tiny chapters, and some general writing style stuff common to younger writers, but honestly I just love it for being something so wildly different, under the guise of a typical x Reader fic.

Speaking of ship stuff and Creepypasta the trilogy of Sans x Creepypasta fics are amazing. The writer definitely improves over time, the beginning of the first book kind of has the weird ‘then I knew I was in love’ stuff from a couple of the pastas (then again I’m ace and demiro so starting romance is just generally weird) but it is just a really good series. Sans ends up with seven kids in the third book and, while everyone else in the Undertale cast is bashed in the first two, Papyrus does seem to get some redemption in the third, so there is that. Also Murderer Sans is a fantastic tag, Gaster made a deal with Zalgo to create the skelebros and Sans is more demon than Papyrus by a lot and Zalgo is trying to kidnap Sans and Sans’ children so he has his family together to destroy the world and wander free and it’s wild and also Chara and Flowey show up and also LJ being an angel is mentioned and relevant to the plot for a bit so that’s neat and I don’t know all the details of how it ends because I lost it when I shifted and didn’t want to find where I was but it’s a great fic (albeit with a few things I can argue on) and the author has also been writing other Sans x Creepypasta stuff but I haven’t read it because idk

I really wish I had a good Minecraft fanfic to gush about but I really don’t it’s hard to find Minecraft fic that isn’t tuber-based, either Dream and friends (which occasionally I find a good one but so much is either Dream SMP which I have no interest in getting into, involves people I don’t know from Dream SMP, or just is shippy or straight-up doesn’t have a premise I’m interested in) or Hermitcraft (I fell behind so I have no idea what’s happening anymore) (but also like Mianite and Aphmau stuff but not as much as used to, but now Dream rules all so), and it just sucks. Like if some of it was Team Crafted fic I would be on board like hell yeah give me that nostalgia juice but it’s so much shit I just don’t know. I love the idea of Minecraft fanfic because there are so many options for the world and you can either make your own characters and you probably have to but then there’s just if you use Steve Alex Herobrine or Notch how they are written depends on the author and I live for that shit it’s a big part of why I read Creepypasta fic it’s because I like when there are different ways characters can be done (not unsympathetic or sympathetic like Patton so much like straight-up different characters) like Herobrine and Notch are the big ones like good vs evil, involved vs not, serious vs comedic, there are so many different ways to play them and I’m so disappointed AO3 doesn’t have much of it and so much of it is just Dream stuff and it usually just isn’t what I’m after in a fic.

The only other fics coming to mind right now are two wildly different fics involving Springtrap x Reader, one of them is being transferred from Wattpad for copy reasons, complete with tiny-ass chapters and that language that’s just so middle-school in the best way possible (like William and Springtrap are different consciousnesses and they way the author describes their struggle at one point is just so similar to a stupid thing I did and I have so much affection for it) and the other is legitimately really really good and the reader-insert has recently found out that Springtrap is William Afton and has murdered many children and they are currently dying multiple times to help his victims pass on because they can see ghosts and it’s actually really good and I have no idea where things are going, reader has currently met up with Michael Afton, currently all purple and dead and stuff, and has learned about remnant (weird-ass shit from modern FNAF lore) and it’s getting wild. I feel like there are two types of FNAF fic, ones in the style of FNAF 3/4 and earlier and ones from maybe 4 onward. Like ones where the lore was basically ‘bad man committed murder against children and they’re possessing the animatronics and that’s why they’re trying to kill you’ and then 4 starts having some more expansive lore ish and then after that it just goes everywhere with remnant and scooping and even more locations and also the books matter probably??? There is this one fic involving Glitchtrap that hasn’t updated in a bit and it’s fun, I like the idea of Glitchtrap and really wish I could read more fic just centered around FNAF VR. Then again, BEN was always one of my favorites and after I stopped being absolutely terrified of Herobrine I really liked his possibilities, maybe I just like the story utility and possible execution of characters with wide-ranging powers over technology and affecting the real world outside of it, IDK.

Ok I’m out of ramble energy, and also topics unless I go more in-depth about specific character options, but my energy is gone so I think that’s the end of it. I typed 3,000 words about fanfictions I’m reading and probably could have talked more about some of them if I wanted. This is my new hyperfixation. I guess. At least I know I have one, it’s reassuring to know for some reason, like for a while I missed how much Pokemon was my life in elementary school and Minecraft was in sixth grade, like it was nice just having something to focus on, though maybe that’s just the college and depression talking.

That was good, I’m glad I did that. Y’all are loved.

If you seriously read this entire thing... Wow. I really appreciate you digitally listening to me talking about random fanfic shit that I like. You’re really really cool.

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chidoroki · 4 years

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thanks for the tag @pbvbbles !! Sorry this took a few days. I kept thinking about it to the point where it kinda got outta hand and couldn’t stop rambling, oops..

Rules: Name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things and then tag 10 people.

Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha

The original favorite! He went a little crazy for power but how much he matured during his redemption journey is just so good?? I mean, have you seen how excited I get whenever he makes an appearance in the Boruto series? Oh boy! A super strong shinobi with some of my favorite abilities and jutsu! (& the reason why I tend to favor so many quiet, dark haired characters with the peek-a-bangs trope)

Toradora!: Ami Kawashima

She may come off as bitchy and deceptive at first, but then she receives such wonderful character development that I could watch over and over again. She learns that it is possible for people to genuinely care about her without her airhead facade, which allows her to just be herself. She remains as snarky and level headed as ever but seeing her embrace her true personality is such a treat. I can literally go back and re-watch the entire series just to see her.

Pokemon: Alain

You can bet that I was one of the few people who were actually happy when he had defeated Ash during the Kalos League and claim the Champion title! He deserved it, especially after all that nonsense Lysandre put him through. He’s a powerful trainer who is always full of determination and I love how open he became to others over the course of the series. Ah, I wish he would return. (quiet x2, dark hair x2)

My Hero Academia: Momo Yaoyorozu

ya thought it would be Shouto because of the username hm? nope! Momo is an absolute queen! I’m so proud of her for regaining confidence in herself again and how natural she is at being a strong hero. Truly a perfect combo of intelligence and beauty! I can’t wait to see her preform in the culture festival soon. & I know they’re overdone but hell, I do enjoy the cannons. (dark hair x3)

Black Lagoon: Revy

My absolute favorite character of all time! While it is amusing to watch her personality soften up ever so slightly due to Rock’s presence, she remains such a deadly threat the entire series. She swears like a sailor and has a tendency to go berserk, due to a dark past, but she’s a strong woman and a complete badass! Literally a one-woman army thanks to her amazing firearm skills, earning her the “Two Hands” nickname. Totally not your typical protagonist and I think that’s why I love her so much. Super confident in her abilities, brutally honest, beautiful and so enjoyable to watch in action.. I could honestly go on forever about her. please lord i need more manga content for a season 3

The Promised Neverland: Ray

Best. Boy. Ever! The quality of character development he goes through in just one season is fantastic. After suffering for many years and thinking his life is nothing but “cursed,” he now hopes of a better future.. he wants to actually live! He vows to protect ever single kid in their family and is willing to do anything he can to achieve a happy, normal life for them. Ahhh he is just so precious.. I want to hug him! He deserves the best! (quiet x3, dark hair x4, peek-a-bangs x2)

Dororo: Hyakkimaru

I’m still so impressed with how well he could fight and function with all the missing senses and prosthetics he had. Watching him become more human with each episode was so satisfying. Despite the constant fights against demons and an entire nation trying to kill him, he remains so gentle and was able to find happiness. I still wish we got just one more episode post-time skip to see more of him and Dororo adjust to a more calm life..and to see more of his darn good looks. (quiet x4, dark hair x5, peek-a-bangs x3)

Fire Force: Arthur Boyle

The knight king himself! This boy never fails at making me laugh. It can be anything he says or just a simple facial expression. He’s a total dork but he makes me smile. But he’s also real strong too! He’s basically the reason why I’m so excited for season 2 this summer. I must see more of him!

No Guns Life: Mary Steinberg

A fearless engineer with a ton of sass. It didn’t take much for her to become my favorite in this series. She’s just a real joy to watch. I read what I could of the manga and there’s some scenes I’m real excited to see! I can’t wait to learn more about her when the second half continues next month.

Free!: Rin Matsouka

My favorite boy changed every season but in the end, it had to be Rin. Just look at him! He’s fabulous! I’m really happy that he learned to relax and be himself, rather than be closed-off and obsessed with winning and I think that’s how he won me over.

tagging: @bluelric @just-like-playing-tag @boahancokk @shreedy @naratemari @ivy-saurs @water-shuriken @ommanyte @vermilion-city-gym @liivolt

Apologies if any of you have done this already! No pressure either, only if you want to of course! & you totally don’t need to go all out like I did, I just had too much fun. my type is so obvious isn’t it..and there’s more that aren’t even included here if you can believe it!

#chidoroki used chatter #chidoroki was given a soothe bell to hold

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olivediamonds · 4 years

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Face-To-Face: chapter 3

By the time Keira woke up the sun had begun to set. She noticed as she climbed out of bed the sheets were fairy themed, her favorite type. Raihan's extra detail to make her comfortable made her smile and she made a note to herself to thank him for the sheets. She stepped out of the room after making sure her pokeball belt was strapped to her waist. As she stepped outside she noticed the hallway was dark and most of the light came from the end of the hall which she guessed was the living room. As she walked down the hall she saw Raihan with his back to her.

"Hey! You should have woken me up so I could've helped with my luggage!"

"Serena"

Keira froze and her smile slowly fell as she heard the name she hasn't been called in years.

"What did you say?"

Raihan turned around, an angry look on his face as he approached her.

"First you don't tell me you're a champion, then I find out Keira isn't even your name. Has there been anything that you've been honest about?"

"I was honest about everything we talked about! Just like you said, I didn't want anything to change between us."

He held out his phone and gestured to the article on the screen.

"But why didn't you tell me about this? You save the world and didn't even tell me?"

"Maybe I don't want to be remembered! Did that ever occur to you?!"

She pushed his phone out of her face and walked over to the window.

"Do you understand what it means to be known as a hero? Everyone thinks you can solve their problems and help them without any worry or care at all."

"But... you're a hero…"

"I was a child Rai!"

She whipped around, tears streaming down her cheeks as she remembered the fear she felt as she faced Lysandre.

"Do you know what it feels like to have the fate of the world on your shoulders? The knowledge that if you don't win then everyone you've ever loved will die? I was terrified! I just wanted to run home to my mom and hide under a blanket. This wasn't what I wanted, it's what was thrust upon me."

Keira could feel her throat tighten as she remembered the cries of her pokemon as she fought hard to stop Lysandre, the fear she felt as she was on her last pokemon and the terror when she watched as Lysandre was crushed right in front of her. Raihan's hand on her shoulder ripped her out of her memories and she shoved him away.

"Don't touch me! I thought you were different Rai, I thought you'd understand me...I guess I was wrong."

Before Raihan could say anything Keira pushed past him and headed to the door just as Leon walked in with food.

"I'm back! I brought...dinner…"

He stepped to the side as Keira stormed out, visibly distraught and Leon looked at Raihan as the door was slammed shut.

"What the hell happened while I was gone?"

Raihan flopped down on his couch and groaned. He felt sick as he remembered the pained look in Keira's eyes. He didn't mean to accuse her of anything but after being famous for so long he had trust issues due to being tricked by fake people trying to use him to get ahead.

"I accused her of lying to me because of her being Serena. I don't understand why she'd hide being Kalos' hero."

Leon sighed as he set the food on the table and sat down next to Raihan.

"I think I can understand."

Raihan looked over at Leon confused as Leon stared at the floor in front of him.

"It's not like in the movies, it's terrifying knowing you're the only one who can stop something. When Rose released eternatus I was terrified as I fought him. When I failed to capture him…"

His hands trembled as they curled into fists.

"I was afraid I was going to die, I feared for Hop's safety and if it wasn't for Gloria, we probably wouldn't be here right now."

He took a few calming breaths as he forced himself to relax.

"Sometimes I still wake up from nightmares of my fight with eternatus. I also check in on Hop and Gloria to make sure they're doing alright mentally too."

Raihan was silent throughout the whole story but he could feel himself getting sicker and sicker. He didn't realize Leon was going through so much. If this is how Leon felt now, he could only imagine how Keira felt as a child. He pulled himself off the couch and went to grab his shoes and pokemon.

"I'm going to go find her."

Leon gave him a small smile as he stood up, planning on helping him look for Keira.

"Try the wild area, that's where I go to clear my head. If she needs a place to calm down it'll probably be there."

Raihan nodded and walked out the door and started running in the direction on the town entrance.

----------------- Keira -------------------

Keira paced back and forth in the forest clearing as she tried to calm herself down. Her dearest pokemon a delphox named Inari and Xerneas watch her pace around. Inari is trying to even her breathing using her psychic ability while having Xerneas out naturally calms her.

"What if it was a mistake coming here? I probably just ruined my friendship with Rai and he's probably tossing my stuff out now!"

"Xer"

Keira sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. Xerneas leaned down to nuzzle her cheek in a comforting manner. Keira smiled as she stroked their neck. Ever since she caught Xerneas, they have made it a point to help comfort her whenever she felt a panic attack coming.

"You're right, he wouldn't be that cruel. I just...I just hoped for a little more time before telling him…"

Her thoughts were interrupted when she hear footsteps approaching. She immediately returned Xerneas to their ball as Inari readied her wand.

"Who's there?"

From the shadows stepped out a mimikyu followed by a young boy wearing a mask.

"Sorry if I scared you. Mimikyu told me he felt a hurt soul out here and I wanted to see if I could help."

You smiled lightly and sat down on a fallen log.

"Well he's right, I am hurting but I don't think you can help buddy."

The kid walked over and sat down next to Keira.

"I know I look young Miss Keira but I'm Galar's ghost type gym leader Allister. Helping hurt or lost souls is my specialty!"

Keira was surprised when he said he was a gym leader. She didn't think someone so young could be a gym leader! Though...she guessed it couldn't hurt to talk about her problems even if he might not be able to help her.

"Alright then Allister, I guess I should start from the beginning. It all started when I first started my journey as trainer."

----------------- Raihan -----------------

Raihan carefully walked through the forest, careful of stepping over branches so as not to scare any wild pokemon nearby. He had been looking for Keira for almost an hour and was beginning to worry. It was hard to find your way through the wild area at night and Keira didn't have a tent or blanket to keep her warm. He was about to call out for Keira when a voice made him pause.

"So what happened to Team Flare?"

That sounded like Allister. Raihan followed the voice until he could see through the trees Allister sitting on a log with Keira right next to him. He was about to make his presence known when it suddenly felt like weights were keeping him in place

"Please wait gym leader Raihan."

The echoing voice in his head made him pause and notice the delphox standing by Keira was staring right in his direction.

"Listen to her story and understand the reason for her deception."

Raihan nodded and the weight was released so he could sit down in his hiding spot and listen as Keira continued her story.

"After Team Flare disbanded I tried to continue my goal to beat the elite four but everywhere I went there were newscasters and people wanting to interview me. I tried to go home but they just followed me to my house. I couldn't take it anymore so mom and I moved to a secluded spot away from the public and I hid for a year. After all the hype about me died down, I changed my name and started my journey over again."

The sick feeling Raihan had felt earlier had returned as he listened to her story. Of course he didn't mind the attention but that's because he's older. He probably wouldn't have been able to stand all the attention on him when he was still small. He looked over at her delphox for permission to come out and when she nodded he stood up and stepped out, making Allister and Raihan look over at him.

"Rai? How did you find me?"

Raihan rubbed the back of his neck and looked down guilty.

"I've been looking for you and heard you talking. Listen, I'm sorry for being a jerk to you earlier. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you. I just got afraid that you were like all the other fake people I've dealt with. If...if you don't want to stay with me I'll understand and can put you in a hotel or Leon can take you."

You got up and walked over to him. He thought you were about to hug him but instead you smacked his cheek.

"Ow!"

"That's for being a dick."

You then kissed his sore cheek and then hugged him.

"That's because I forgive you."

Raihan felt his cheeks warm as he wrapped his arms around your waist and smiled softly. Before he could say anything he yelped in pain as he felt someone kick his shin.

"That's for making big sis cry!"

"Ow! What? Big sis?"

Keira laughed lightly and grinned.

"Oh yeah, I thought Allister was so adorable I said he's my new little brother."

"What?! I leave you alone for an hour and now you're adopting kids?! Ow! Allister I already apologized!"

When Leon finally found Raihan he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Raihan running around as Allister chased him and Keira recording everything on her phone. It looks like things were going to be interesting from now on.

#pokemon fic #pokemon raihan #face-to-face

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toiletphotoshoot · 2 months

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Have a shiny Lysie

#sparkle sparkle #also have been trying to draw him with a shorter hair style #I think I like it #i think i like this little life #pokemon #pokemon xy #pkmn #pkmn xy #lysandre #art #my art #comfort character #blue #pokemon x #pokemon y #team flare boss lysandre #live laugh love lysandre #kats art tag

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i-write-boop-spoops · 3 years

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A job well done - Blue Oak x F!Reader

Got a request for one shot about Blue motherfucking Oak with a workaholic reader! Hope you like it anon!

Enjoy!

The word count ticks upwards, much like seconds on a clock. Your fingers cramp, but you pay them no heed, continuing to diligently clack on those silver-coloured keys. Your eyes strain, feeling dry from staring at the bright screen for hours. You’ve been working for so long, your favourite playlist is beginning to repeat tracks. You’re hungry and tired but…

You’re just so close.

Finish it today, edit it tomorrow, submit it on Monday, that’s what you said when you got up this morning, and you always kept to your word. That promotion you want so much is in reach, you just have to extend your hand and grasp it!

Your beloved Blue would argue that you already have it in the bag, your admirable work-ethic, helpful attitude and excellent performance in the office proof enough of that.

But you disagree, for you it’s not enough to just earn it- You need to own it! Be the absolute and only choice! And with your report that’s so close to completion, long before it’s due, it seems certain that this will be the case.

All you have left to do is the conclusion, a cool two-hundred-fifty word wrap up on the thousands of words you’ve already typed. Easy-peasy, you plotted it out the other day. You shake out your hands and wriggle your fingers, before placing them back on the keys, ready to resume.

The sound of keys jangling manage to catch your attention, even through your laser-focus and the music blasting from your speakers. You smile to yourself and save your document, allowing yourself a small break to say hello to your gorgeous boyfriend.

You push your seat out from under the kitchen table, it squeaks a bit against the tile. You close your laptop and stand up, walking into the living room of your shared apartment. Your espeon is curled up on the couch, purring as she snoozes.

The door swings open, and he strolls inside, his brown eyes shining in delight as he finds you there to greet him. He flashes you a brilliant grin as he takes you by your hips, bringing you close to him. “Hey babe,” he says nonchalantly, his breath tastes strongly of mint as it brushes your lips. You kiss him before he kisses you, you can feel him smile against your mouth.

“Hey yourself” you purr tenderly as you part from him, he pecks your forehead and gives your butt a light pat.

“How’s the report going?” he asks.

“Nearly finished” you answer, quite proud of what you’ve done so far. “How’s the gym?”

“They didn’t even come close” he claims triumphantly with his classic smug, but oh-so-sexy, smirk. “Naturally” you remark as you peck his lips softly.

“Damn, I’m hungry” he mutters as he moves away from you, slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. He runs his hand through his spiky ginger hair before placing it on his hip. “We should go out for food.”

Your stomach rumbles in agreement before you can even nod, you both laugh at the sound. “Yeah we should” you giggle, patting your abdomen.

“When I’m finished my report.”

He frowns cutely, he’s adorable when he’s annoyed. “Ah c’mon babe, are you serious?”

“Yep” you confirm, turning to walk back into the kitchen. “Work first, then food”

He follows you and huffs. “But you’ve worked so hard today, and so have I!”

“Two hundred fifty words” you say softly but firmly, “Two hundred fifty words, that’s all I gotta do. Then we can go”

He, somewhat reluctantly, concedes with sigh. “Fine, fine, but I’m leaving in thirty minutes with or without you”

It’s an idle threat, you’d be ready in twenty.

“Yeah, yeah, you silly psyduck” you giggle as you take your seat again, opening your laptop. “A psyduck has sense enough to feed itself” he insists. You laugh lightly at him. “You’re so cute when you’re annoyed.” He rolls his eyes, but a genuine smile cracks through.

He comes to sit next to you while you work, regaling you with stories of his day. You’re only half-listening, he loves talking about himself so he doesn’t appear to mind.

“So then my blastoi-”

“Done!” you exclaim as you press the save button, cutting him off as you do. Your word count stands mighty and proud, at a cool five-thousand-three-hundred-seventy-five. “Awesome babe!” He says with a grin, standing up from his seat. You remain fixed in place, fingers still tapping away at the keyboard.

“Babe?”

“Just making a few copies” you explain, “One to my external hard-drive and one to Lysandre Docs, just to be safe”

“Arceus!” he grumbles under his breath, sitting back down. He’s quiet as you finish up, eyeing you fondly as you eject your external drive and turn off your laptop.

“Now are you done?” he asks. You nod, happy with your work, and happy to grab some food. He smiles. “Great, you wanna go to that place that does the great dumplings?”

You lick your lips at the thought of those dumplings, your stomach rumbles again. “Yes please!”

He chuckles and offers his hand, it’s warm as you take it. He stands up and pulls you out of your seat with ease, then he brings you into a hug. His embrace is loose and tender, he smells good, like cosy cologne and rain. He rests his chin on your head, letting his right hand gently stroke your hair.

“I’ll pay tonight, my treat” he murmurs as he kisses your forehead. You look at him, honoured but confused by his proposal. “You serious? We always split…”

“Hey,I gotta reward my hot girlfriend for a job well done,” he says with a suave wink. “And besides, once you’re promoted, you’ll have all that cash to spend on me instead!”

#blue oak #blue oak x reader #green oak #green oak x reader #request #oneshot #fanfiction #x reader #fem reader

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pkmnsdarkqueen · 4 years

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ship bias

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

-Original ask open-

So last time I did tropes now Imma do what ya’ll were likely assuming this ask is for, and go for characters.

In no particular order.

1. Lysandre-Everyone has that one ship that either started as a joke, or was kind of one of those,”eh wonder what would happen if,” and then that idea turned into,”oh no.....oh I find this too cute.” and this is that ship for me. There’s so many different scenarios where weirdly enough they’d get along. My favorite thing about it is it’s not one of those he saved her or she saved him it’s one of those that honestly they’d be able to help each other grow as people. Most interpretations of Lysandre he’s disgusted by humanity’s selfishness, and Karen WAS one of those people. So she’s living proof for him that people can change. Meanwhile Karen is horribly accustomed to not fitting in with the fancy upper class and that they look down on her, Lysandre shows that there are upper class who care and he has the compassion to help her with her confidence in that. They both have seen awful parts of humanity but it makes them appreciate the other that much more because they found ‘a good one’, and they’re both so used to having to keep it together all the time they found someone who recognizes that’s impossible to do and both of them have the ability to be strong for both of them when the other needs some time to be weak. It’s just really cute ok, and they can have a very healthy relationship which I feel they would both benefit from.

2. Giovanni-I know everyone ships with Gio and one villain after another, really? Now admittedly this one isn’t too fleshed out like Lys and Karen, and some ways this isn’t even about them this is about everyone in Karen’s life reacting to this mess. Koga, would heckin lose his mind. Silver instant panic. Will, questioning her sanity. Blue, laughing so hard. I really don’t know fully how Gio and Karen would work cause I haven’t interacted with too many Gio’s but I do imagine it’d work a bit like either cat and mouse with the two if he was still in Rocket except they keep bamboozling each other, or after Rocket and maybe Karen steadily pulling him away from the crime world like,”you really want to go back to that?” “yes.” “Do you really want to lose another chance with your son?” “....” “That’s what I thought tough guy.” and then them having to deal with liking each other but having to hide him from the public.

3. Looker-Ok so this has been done a bit before, and I still love it. They definitely would do well in the enemies to lovers category. Just Looker annoyed that she keeps messing with his missions meanwhile he’s messing with hers and she’s trying to keep it secret from him. Just their playful dynamic with each other being mutually impressed by each other’s skills though they don’t want to admit it because if they did they’d have to admit something good about the other after they’ve spent so long in this weird competition they made for each other, and are both like,”.....Shit.”

4. Lance-Her default crush generally for rp purposes, and it fits. I mean Karen looks up to the guy, and has a crazy amount of respect for him considering that he helped her so much when she transitioned into the elite 4 role. He also was one of the few who believed that she was able to grow as a person which she is immensely thankful for. However due to her being such a jerk to him in her early days angry at everything she strongly believes that he would never want anything to do with hr in a romantic sense. Meanwhile he does kind of like her, but is so bad at romance he doesn’t know what to do about it. So they’re just awkwardly here, and it’s painful for everyone to watch.

5. Shauntal-Yes a gal did make the list! Look I haven’t had Karen interact with any Shauntel so I can’t tell you much on how this would work but I think it’s cute big tough girl gets swept away by shy book nerd, Karen secretly has read every romance novel that Shauntal has ever written because she’s a romance nerd. It’s heckin cute!

#(also mina is another close one)#ask box reply #coltonmuses

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kpopchangedme · 5 years

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Saint-Agnès de Roma | Mark Tuan

A scholarship student like you has no business hanging out with the cool, filthy rich, teens of your private Academy... But somehow you still end up playing a naughty game with that one guy…

|| M.List || GOT7 ||

Protagonists: Mark Tuan & You

Word count: 8.2k

Lysandre’ note: FINALLY POSTING A NEW FIC. Trying to see if my shadowban is gone for ever and ever and ever. :’D I’m excited (can’t you tell?) and hope you like this.

Snippet: “You were kind of expecting the Reverend Mother to appear and throw the door open, yelling at you and Mark to get on your knees and recite Hail Mary any seconds now. He smiled, face glowing, illuminated only by the small rays of light coming through the door crack. Mark had a dangerous animalistic smile, one exposing canines and baring far too many teeth, often it made him look spooky. “Relax.” He commanded, hand climbing slowly on your side as his breathing neared your cheek. “I’m not gonna jump you. You were such a tease earlier. Is this really your first time?””

It was the long weekend of Thanksgiving, which for the rest of the students of the country, meant enjoying great food with their loving families. To the students of Saint-Agnès de Roma however, it was merely an opportunity to leave the dormitory and go wild for four days straight. If Jackson – the youngest son of the Wang family, and occasionally your best friend – was the one telling this story, he’d probably put it that way: Thanksgiving was the Saint-Agnès get-fucked Holiday. For all those ridiculously rich teenagers that long weekend meant; ski trips to the Rocky Mountains, manors deserted of any parental figures, countless parties and even shopping sprees to London or Paris.

You couldn’t care less about all that.

For you, every year, holidays only meant having the girl’s senior dormitory all to yourself. For a few nights only, you wouldn’t be woken up by your roommate’s grinding her teeth, your studies wouldn’t be delayed by some jock disrupting the peace and quiet of the library. Thankfully, they were only a few students that stayed over during the rare weekends of freedom: the ones with family issues so bad they’d rather be here than home, and the ones with an official school punishment.

You were neither; the exception, the scholarship peasant, there merely to make others feel better about themselves.

This year’s get-fucked Holiday however, you had agreed to do something quite unorthodoxy.

Soothing imaginary wrinkles on your skirt, you breathed in slowly to gather courage as you neared the Wang’s mansion. You were beginning to wonder why you accepted to come in the first place. You shouldn’t have given in to your best friend’s plea, him begging didn’t make you special in any way. Jackson had always been extra like that. He was a social butterfly and he was ‘close’ with everyone and their mothers. You guys were polar opposites and there were days where you were convinced Jackson believed himself to be the center of the universe, which was only partially right.

Still, even with his amazing social skills, sometimes it seemed that Jackson couldn’t understand the most basic things about humans in society: Birds of a feather flock together.

No matter how hard he’d try, his friends would never accept you.

It wasn’t true that finally joining one of his little ‘get-togethers’ would suddenly make you fit in with the cool crowd. Besides, it’s not like you even wanted those rich brats to like you. You’d gone through Middle School and most of High School invisible. You could endure what was left of Senior year being known as "that kid”. It wouldn’t kill you and you’d much rather spend your Friday night alone at the dorm, binging the latest tv show on Netflix, than with all of them.

Unfortunately, Jackson would never forgive you if you bailed out now. He freaked out when you tried to refuse his invitation for the hundredth time. He kept insisting tonight was going to be the ‘greatest night of your life’. Unfortunately, if all the invitations to his previous parties were anything to go by, you bet you’d still hear this argument to try to convince you to come to the next one too… And all the ones after that.

Jackson couldn’t stand the idea of people staying on the sidelines, and you knew why. He was just as righteous and idealistic as his father, Mr. Wang – probably the only billionaire in the world who always insisted to be called by his first name.

Ruiju Wang was one of the biggest benefactors of, not only the Middle School of Sacred Heart and its big sister’s Saint-Agnès de Roma Academy but also of the local orphanage. That was the only reason a kid like you got to meet a golden spoon heir like Jackson in the first place. You being a big bookworm and nerd was only coincidental, and Ruiju, seeing your potential, offered to the Sisters of the orphanage to sponsor your studies in the top schools of the area. You had always been thankful, graduating from Saint-Agnès Academy, despite your unfortunate background, guaranteed you’d get into one of the best universities of the world.

Thanks to the Wang’s gigantic fortune – mostly made in the late 70s by grandma Zhou, who Jackson once told you built a highly illegal traffic ring of tobacco and opium in British controlled Hong Kong – you now had a promising future. Perhaps that’s why you hated to disappoint your best friend. A future was a gift most orphans of the world would kill for.

Perhaps that’s also why you made it to his giant wooden front door, Friday of this Thanksgiving Holiday. Your finger hovered for a short second over the doorbell, still hesitating to join the party. But even so, your choice had already been made, you promised Jackson...

Seconds later, you were already following your very excited friend through the maze of corridors. It seemed you were heading to the East living room where you had already been countless times for the Wang’s charity events. It was an isolated part of the house, as opposed to where the rooms of the three living servants – but they called them employees – were. Ruiju and Sophia Wang had left for Australia to visit their eldest son and his family. Jackson opted out, favouring this little get together instead.

“I am sooooo glad you came y/n! You are not going to regret this!”

You could only lie through your teeth, this would be your first party ever and you didn’t belong here at all. If it was anything close to what you heard from rumours at school or seen in 90s teen movies, you’d flee without hesitation.

“TA-DAH!”

Jackson threw the doors of the living room open in front of you, spreading his arms widely. The small group of partygoers inside turned to stare at your entrance, as though you dramatically interrupted the most serious talk ever. He wasn’t kidding when he said it would be a small gathering, there was only around ten people, and you knew all of them from school.

“Wow, isn’t this a sight to behold.” Salome – head of the Senior’s Girl Dormitory, Captain of the Girl’s Lacrosse team and second-best student of Saint-Agnès – giggled, staring at you up and down. She was the devil incarnate and you threw an accusing glare at Jackson, who had conveniently not mentioned her being here. She hated you for always placing first despite lacking the help of expensive private tutors and made sure your life was hellish because of it. “How’d you manage to leave school y/n? I bet your convent strongly opposed.”

“I took the bus.” You answered sarcastically, choosing to ignore her last insinuation. You weren’t a nun, and you took the glass of colourful punch Jackson was already handing you as if to prove it.

You drank the cold alcoholized juice, walking closer to the group. It tasted like what you always imagined a vacation to the Caribbean would; sugary, with too much stuff going on, but overall enjoyable. Tonight would be your first time really drinking alcohol, but you were determined to try to blend in and that clearly meant boozing. A lot.

“I didn’t know public transportation served this neighbourhood,” Salome mused, frowning in disapproval.

It didn’t. You always had to walk 30 minutes after the nearest bus stop to make it to the Wang’s.

“Anyway, I’m glad you could join us.” A dangerous smile stretched her lips and you swear you saw Mark Tuan – descending of a long lineage of Saint Agnès alumnae and infamous serial-dater – squeeze her shoulder to ease her. It looked like these two were on again, his right arm was stretched to enclose her against his chest, as if afraid she’d dare breathe if he’d let go for a second.

“Everyone, this is my best friend y/n, she goes to Saint-Agnès too.” Jackson beamed as you carefully sat at the last empty spot of their circle. In front of you, Salome exchanged a long look with her friend Marissa – a total bitch from a new money family. The others all smiled and nodded, nonchalant at best. You had known most of them for years although you’d never spoken, and you were pretty sure they also already knew who you were. “Be nice, she’ll join our game! Where were we?”

“Katy was about to tell us about the weirdest place she has ever woken up in!” Salome laughed and Katy’s boyfriend Luis – the grandnephew of the Tsar of Bulgaria, or whatever – groaned, embarrassed for her.

“Come on, tell us!” Someone else’s pressed on, impatient. “It can’t be bad enough for you to strip.”

Immediately it clicked, and your gaze widened, staring at the pile of abandoned socks in the middle of the circle. Apparently, even filthy rich teenagers had nothing better to do than playing dumb games at parties. Still, you were glad their attention had left you completely.

Truth or Strip was sort of a legendary game at Saint-Agnès de Roma, and, as far as you knew, it was the first time an outsider was witnessing the closed circle of cool kids playing it for real. Maybe your luck just turned, this was a great behavioural observation opportunity.

“I once woke up in a…” Katy paused for effect and Luis tilted his head, frowning in anticipation. “... Gentlemen’s Club in Miami!”

“Boooo!” Marissa exclaimed as soon as the confession left her mouth. “Who hasn’t?”

You laughed as everyone did, certain 99,9% of the world’s population had never even set foot in that sort of exclusive place.

“BUT,” Katy raised a finger to defend herself, “the night actually started in Los Angeles!”

Impressed clapping followed, and you smiled in your glass as their sick oversharing game moved on. Apparently, you were as invisible here as you were in school, which was a relief, even if you promised Jackson to make friends. Everybody got drunker by the minute and almost an hour later, they were still playing the game.

Jinyoung Park – of Park Films, by far the largest movie production company in Asia – lost his shirt in a very gentlemanly manner, refusing to give away the name of his first conquest. Mark Tuan lost his too, refusing to share the weirdest place where he ever had sex. Chao-Xing – daughter of a Chinese real estate mogul, rumoured to own more than a third of Vancouver – took off her tights to keep the phone number of Justin Bieber her dirty little secret. Hyunwoo Son – of the South Korean ambassador’s family – gave up his (rather outdated) Ralph Lauren’ Polo to avoid spilling the tea on the craziest thing he used his diplomatic immunity for.

Everyone kept losing pieces of clothing except you, and you were starting to feel the dangerous buzz of the alcohol through your veins. So far it was all fun and games, perhaps it really was a great thing you’d come to this party.

Looking at them making fools of themselves felt surreal and oddly satisfying.

Studying these people in their own habitat could be great for your plan of pursuing an Anthropology Major. It made you feel like your very own Jane Goodall in the Kenya jungle, learning how to interact with primates.

“Jackson!” Jaebum Im – rumoured to be the secret love child of a top actress and one of Hyundai’s already married chairmen – slapped a hand on the built shoulder of your close friend, ready to get him to confess some horrible deeds. “Who’s your first love?” There was a collective roll of eyes at the easy question, but it caught your attention. “Truth or Strip!”

“Y/n,” Jackson answered immediately, not embarrassed the least by it and you blushed when everyone looked at you. Your friend was way too honest at this game, he only lost a single sock so far. He bluntly answered almost everything.

“What!?” Marissa – both of them infamously dated for a year during your time at Sacred Heart’ Middle School – sneered, staring dagger at you. “When?”

“My family sent me at least a day per week at her place when we were young, so we got really close.”

“Your parents sent you to... a-an orphanage?” Her mouth dropped, clearly horrified by the idea. “Is that even legal?”

“Yes.” You replied before Jackson could get offended for you, grinning at her unemotionally. “We used to play together every weekend since we were 8 years old.”

“Well well…” Salome, who seemed to have forgotten your existence until then, smiled diabolically. Perhaps she really had forgotten, everyone was pretty drunk by then. After all, the party was already going on a full swing when you joined. “Looks like we haven’t played with you yet… What should we ask y/n?”

“It’s not how the game works.” Youngjae Choi – golden son of one of the teachers, Mrs. Choi, and main soloist of the Saint-Agnès choir – cut in, trying to stop her. Half of an official nerd himself, he was already too familiar with her dirty shenanigans. Lord knows what he was doing here tonight, maybe your common friend forcefully dragged him too. “It’s Jackson’s turn to ask!”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, miffed. “But it has to be y/n since she hasn’t played yet.”

“Y/n…” Jackson frowned, seemingly unable to think of a question invasive enough to satisfy the vultures, but still soft as to not make you regret you’d come. “Um…” Also, he already knew everything about you. Growing up in a Catholic orphanage wasn’t exactly the most propitious background for nurturing some dark and wild secret.

“Come on…” Another one sighed.

“Are you still a virgin?” Jaebum asked curious, earning himself a warning glare from the host.

“It’s too obvious she is,” Katy giggled, turning his more innocent question into something displeasing. As though being a virgin was nasty and shameful, you clenched your jaw. “Has she even ever been kissed to begin with?” From the corner of your eyes, you spotted Tuan straightening, probably ready to join in and make fun of you.

“Give me a second, I’ll think of something.” Jackson – your actual first kiss, by the way – ignored them, but you felt your face warm up.

Ultimately, the impending question didn’t matter, because you knew just the way to remain in control of their game, stay ahead and not give them the pleasure of embarrassing you. It’s the only advantage to being picked on often, you learn to understand the rules better than the ones making them. It’s like chess, if you’re always a move ahead, they can never truly get to you.

To survive tonight and fit it, you’d have to channel your inner Jane Goodall; think like a primate; become a primate.

It was a good thing you were done with your second drink. Already, your mind was numb in the most perfect way, you felt courageous and unbeatable. You were going to show them – those rich brats – show them you weren’t scared of anything. You could be fun. You could play and act dumb too. You could misbehave just like them.

Just as Jackson was opening his mouth to ask something, you started to pull at your dark t-shirt, riding it up and out of your suede skirt. The room automatically fell silent, everything stood still. The only thing you could hear was the sound of the stereo in the background, playing the dirty pop of the Hit 40. All the other girls only had stripped off their socks, tights or blazers so far, not wanting to take off anything more substantial, but you weren’t like others.

You’d rather expose yourself before they’d try to expose you.

After you threw your t-shirt on the pile of already stripped clothes, you sat there in silence as the boys cooed, highly conscious of your bra and mini skirt. Thank God you were tipsy enough to still act confident. Like another – primate you.

“What the heck?!” Jackson yelped, gaze crazy wide as he looked anywhere else but your exposed skin. “I haven’t asked my question!”

You shrugged, playing cool, “My answer is Strip.” Turning to Salome, you mimicked her earlier smirk. Right now, she looked like she had swallowed something nasty.

See? Virgins can be so much fun.

“Awesome...” Jaebum clicked his tongue, clearly entertained. “Looks like it’s your turn now, brainiac.” The boy’ Lacrosse captain handed you a third colourful drink, eyes dangerously lingering on the curve of your boobs.

By your standards, Im was the most handsome guy at the Academy, not that you’d ever tell anyone. He appeared out of nowhere at Saint-Agnès in 10th grade. According to the rumours, he earned himself this one-way trip by stealing his dad’s favourite sports car and crashing it into the Han River. His father was said to have sent him to Catholic boarding school only because his mother cried and begged for it not to be Military Academy. Jaebum was a ‘no comment’ type of guy, so nobody ever got to the bottom of his story. If it was true, you had to admit his mom horridly failed him. You were pretty sure Saint-Agnès’ Reverend Mother was scarier than any drill inspector could ever dream to be.

Accepting the drink, you blushed for everyone to see. It felt as though Jaebum’s eyes were fire on your neckline, as though it were his fingers and not simply his gaze that was on you. You didn’t feel exposed, you felt seen. Every single guy in the room – except Jackson – had his eyes glued to you and surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

“Let’s stop now.” The host gloomily stared away. You knew him enough to be aware he thought he was responsible for letting his schoolmates corrupt you.

“Yes, let’s play another game.” Salome agreed all too eager, having recovered from your little stunt. You smiled widely as you took another big sip of the tropical punch, aware she was fuming.

“The Knot?” Marissa suggested.

“Strip Pong,” Luis replied, running his hand up and down Katy’s thigh.

You rolled your eyes as the ideas kept coming, all games you had no clue how to play and clearly involving losing more clothes and dignity. Mark Tuan snorted at your dramatic gesture, catching your attention.

He was also childhood best friends with Jackson, but you never hung out together after you entered High School. Jackson was the only one who kept publicly addressing you, whereas that jerk played the other kids’ scheme, the invisibility one. Mark offered you one of his legendary lopsided grins as you held his gaze. You quirked a brow in distaste for him to see, a part of you wanted that almighty guy to know he had no effect on you whatsoever. Not anymore anyway, you were way past that naive 11 years old phase where you thought he was kinda cute. Nowadays you weren’t one of his fangirls, dying for him to notice her.

Coming from alumni and rich – you-have-no-idea-how-rich – kind of family, Mark Tuan stood at the very top of Saint-Agnès eligible bachelor hierarchy, the type you bet student’ parents slyly mentioned at family suppers: “Are you friend with the Tuan kid? I hear he’s as beautiful as his mother. She was a Miss Universe in the late 80s.”: “Isn’t the oldest son of the Tuans in your class? He’s old money, they left Mainland China many generations back.” or perhaps even: “He’s worth 20 billion at the very least. Please, do shag him and get knocked up”.

You, however, had no parents shoving you his way. Mark Tuan had been the quiet and hard to get close with type even in Middle School, and of course, it took a Jackson Wang to break down his walls. But he wasn’t the shy kid following you two around anymore. Now Mark had found his own species and returned to the wild. Like all of them, he was all about Gucci tees, yachts, drugs, fun and whatever. You definitely hadn’t seen him at Sunday mass in a while.

From what you heard, he had become as superficial as these other rich jerks, going through girls as models go through clothes. Curiously, Salome always seemed to find a way to pull him back somehow. Why even bother? These two started dating on and off between Middle and High School and never stopped. The same summer you and Jackson had a fling. Why did Tuan like the she-devil though? Even Jackson didn’t have any clue, nor could justify his friend taste for the dark side.

Filthy rich players like Tuan weren’t a ‘catch’, they were the poison of modern society. They thought they could get away with anything.

“Suck and Blow.” Salome decided on the game Authority herself, unaware her very shirtless boyfriend was still checking you out. And boy was that a sight, even you had to admit it. He might’ve grown up to be a piece of shit, but Mark had become one damn good looking turd.

Once everyone agreed, you all stood and – Thank God – got dressed. You picked up your own t-shirt from the pile to put it on, relieved. Sure, you were confident, but you didn’t want to chill with them half-naked all night either. Done, the party spread in a circle again and, sensing your confusion, Youngjae pulled you by the wrist to his right. He then leaned in to whisper in your ear, not as subtle as he intended to: “We just pass a card around with our mouths without dropping it. It’s about timing, the pair that drops it has to deal with a punishment.”

“Ew, that’s disgusting.” You grimaced and he shrugged, apparently already familiar with the game. You didn’t peg him for the type to come to these parties often, but perhaps you were wrong. Perhaps the choir sweetheart had a secret thing for booze and dirty games… How intriguing, you turned to consider him anew. “Are you good at this?”

“I...” Youngjae hesitated a second too long, doubt shading his features, “am really, really bad.” He confessed like a sin, making you laugh. He was cute in a ‘pure guy’ kind of way, you were familiar through Jackson and often shared a table to study quietly at the library. Youngjae was also in Saint-Agnès’ top 5 and didn’t come from a particularly wealthy family, thereby an ally. Jackson once told you that Youngjae attending the Academy was in his mother’s teaching contract. His financial background made him comfortable and relatable somehow. At least you had someone like him here with you tonight. Jackson was way too busy hosting to notice you didn’t know where to put yourself.

“What’s the punishment?”

“Well, obviously, there’s a risk you’ll… kiss, by accident.” He cleared his throat, accidentally adorable. They were far worse fates than sharing a kiss with him, you decided. “And if you drop the card, the usual pun-”

“Have you never played, y/n?” Tuan, who somehow had appeared to your own right chuckled, amused by how clueless you were. “Cute.” You gulped, staring in his almond eyes, he was about the same height as you now. In your Middle School friendship years, he’d been shorter by many centimetres, never managing to grow fast enough to catch up to you. “Don’t worry.” Mark plucked his lips your way and winked, gaze dropping in your neckline. “I’m good enough at this for us two.” If you were reminiscing of young innocent feelings, his douchebag attitude definitely brought you back down to the present.

Strong of your alcohol confidence, you feigned to look over your shoulder in confusion. “Are you talking to me?” You pressed your chest with both hands like honoured to be blessed by his recognition. “Can you really see me?” Tuan blinked, taken aback and Youngjae snorted to your left. He was always a great public, easygoing and always laughing at your stupid jokes.

“Of course, y/n. Your bra was kinda hard to miss earlier.”

Having recovered, Mark’s rude tongue darted through his parted lips to taunt you and your face warmed treacherously. It had been forever since you two last spoke or stood this close. The way Mark was looking at you now felt unsafe, predaceous. You almost took a step away instinctively, but that wouldn’t have been a very ‘primate y/n’ thing to do so you held back.

“Good girl gone bad... I’m all here for you.”

Instead, at that, you rolled your shoulders and exchanged a glance with Youngjae.

“Well, you must not know a lot of good girls, Mark… We’re the very best at being bad.”

Youngjae immediately coughed and the player’s brows shot up, a new glimmer in his eyes. What the fuck was primate y/n doing, flirting? Why would you ever say something like that? Jesus.

“Well, colour me intrigued.” Mark exhaled before taking a sip of his cup and you stared, trying not to hate yourself for saying shit like that aloud. “Then a good girl like you probably has a few bad tricks to teach me.”

You were about to reply with something – hopefully clever – for him to sod off, when Jackson announced the start of the game, standing on the other side of the circle. Your jaw dropped, realizing it meant you’d play between Youngjae and Mark. You’d sooner eat a live spider than kiss that jerk. Oblivious to your inner turmoil, Jackson winked at you, taking out a credit card from his wallet. (Lord knows where it had been!) Without wasting a second more, he put it on his mouth, sucked air and lowered to Salome to his right, passing her the card.

The game had started. Suck. Blow. Suck. Blow.

Pretty simple and self-explanatory. You tried to concentrate on watching the others play with ease to prepare yourself. If you mastered the technique, there was nothing to be afraid of. Still, you suspected it was a lot harder than it looked though and you peeked at Tuan, nervous. In a matter of seconds, it was your turn and Youngjae lowered himself above you, brows furrowed in concentration. You sucked the card successfully, disgusted at the sensation of wetness on your lips. Dreading the next exchange, you turned to the man to your right, not without a certain sense of responsibility. You were usually good at games and you could own this one too. Tuan’s face drew nearer, and you stilled, trying to make it easier for him. You passed the card without any difficulties. Thank God, you sighed, watching it make its way faster and faster around the circle.

You would get herpes because of this stupid party game. Ew.

You lacked time to dwell on that new disgusting realization before it was your turn again. Clearly, the unspoken rule was to accelerate to make things harder. No one had dropped the card yet. Youngjae chuckled gladly when he successfully passed it to you once more and you tried to ignore the dirty wetness from all the other players this time. This time, Mark wrapped his hand around your neck to stabilize himself when you turned to him. Other players had done it too and it made the exchange easier, so you tried not to think much of it. Like you did earlier, when you felt him suck, you blew to let the card go. Only this time, to your absolute horror…

The card fell.

You barely managed to retreat away from Mark’s plucked lips in a panic to avoid any skin contact. Drunkenly stumbling backwards, you hit Youngjae who held you up with strong hands. The small gathering collectively laughed at the fail and Mark winced, falsely apologetic.

“Gee!” He snapped his fingers like a 30s cartoon character who just made a blunder. You stared, bewildered as he bent to pick up the credit card, tossing it to Jackson under a thunder of woos. Mark lost on purpose. You were almost sure of it. Next, to the awfully serious host, Salome was livid, looking like she was about to murder you on the spot.

“Seven Minutes in Heaven!” Bambam – a 2nd generation heir from Thailand, newly transferred after being successively kicked out of his four previous boarding schools in Asia (and very proud of it) – announced your punishment.

Unfortunately, you knew how to play that game.

“W-What?!” You gasped in dismay, desperately turning to Youngjae for help as Mark shrugged at you, smirking.

Seven Minutes in Heaven?! More like: your own personal Hell.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Salome crossed her arms in front of her petite frame, head about to burst. “She obviously dropped it on purpose!” Your mouth opened in befuddlement. It was the stupidest accusation in the history of mankind. “Mark.” She warned, and the young man shrugged again, unbothered by her dirty glare.

“Rules are rules.” He said with a laugh.

“It’ll be the most boring seven minutes of your life, Mark!” She snapped, lacing venom in her words and the others self-conceited asstwats stifled their laughs.

“Excuse me?” Insulted, you narrowed your eyes at the brunette. Alcohol was apparently making you forget that these rich brats’ opinion of you couldn’t matter less. Boring? Why was she taking her anger out on you? You weren’t the one who failed the game and it’s not like you were trying to seduce her disgusting boyfriend.

“Please y/n, everyone knows you’re frigid.” Spiteful, Salome snickered, but no one found her funny this time. Jaebum even took an instinctive step between you two. Wait… Was she jealous, of you? The thought made you secretly ecstatic. Jeez, she should keep Mark Tuan on a leash if she cared that much. It’s not like he wasn’t running around giving it to anybody in the first place.

“Sally, don’t–” Even he tried to stop her, but she cut him off.

“I mean, isn’t she saving herself to take the veil or something?”

Your jaw clenched at that one last insult. You were aware of your prudish reputation, an overly Catholic childhood tends to stick to anyone, but you hated it. Salome regularly used that to publicly ridicule you. This time was different though, and she was either too drunk or stupid – or both – to realize that. She had just shown you her entire hand.

You smiled, she’d given you leverage, the upper hand, something invaluable you never had before. Now you knew her weakness.

“Jackson?” The summoned boy winced at your call, apparently dying a thousand deaths. It was too late now, you were worked up and he recognized that expression on your face. There was no point trying to stop you. “Where’s the closet?” You asked, as if there was some sort of unholy place specially dedicated to playing that game.

“W-What?” He couldn’t have looked more alarmed

“Tuan and I obviously need a heaven.” You pressed on, rolling your eyes. You should’ve stopped, but you were getting way too defiant.

“We do?” Mark whispered for only you to hear, slight panic now showing.

“Rules are rules.” Primate y/n replied to him sarcastically.

You wouldn’t have played Seven Minutes in Heaven with that asshole just to abide by the rules of this stupid party, but if it made Salome lose her mind... Then it was the only reason you needed to be willing. You’d do almost anything to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Youngjae pulled at your elbow, mouthing a very clear ‘don’t’ as a warning, probably thinking you had a death wish. There was no way she’d let you live when she got back to the dormitory after the Holidays. Too bad for her, the she-devil was already making your life a living Hell. You grinned at Tuan, trying to look convincing. You didn’t see him anymore, he wasn’t that former childhood friend nor the school’s hottest manwhore.

Now he was it, your own personal vendetta.

“A closet?” Jackson breathed out, mind completely blank. You bet if it was anyone else playing, he’d laugh and cheer, turning into his usual overdramatic bubbly self. Right now, he looked nothing but dejected.

“To show Tuan a not-so-boring time.” You enlightened, seriously exasperated. This time everyone else came alive to guide you two. Mark, who followed with heavy feet, clearly had a change of heart, but you didn’t care. He was the one who dropped the card. He didn’t have to do it for laughs, to bluff like that. What an ass.

‘We’re still young and they aren’t all that bad. You need to learn to have fun y/n!’

That’s what Jackson had said to convince you to come. I’m trying, you thought, I’m being; not boring. You bet now he was regretting ever inviting you.

You had to enter a guestroom to find an actual closet and it was empty and surely uncomfortable, like pretty much anything in the Wang’s gigantic mansion. Still, in a daze, you stepped it, followed closely by Mark. As soon as the door closed behind, you heard a chair being dragged to block it.

Now if either of you wanted to make a run for it, you couldn't. Great….

“Why’d you do that for?” You immediately ushered and hit his arm, freaking out at the dramatic shift of atmosphere. Before, you were sure he lost on purpose and he must have had intricate ulterior motives. There was no way one of the biggest playboys of the Academy did that just to earn himself seven minutes in the dark with your nerdy ass.

“Weren’t you begging for this to happen just now?” Mark drew nearer and you backed away until you couldn’t escape anymore. His arms found the wall on each side of your head. That proud asshole didn’t seem half as reluctant at the thought of you now that nobody could see him. This situation felt awfully intimate... Even though Salome was probably counting the seconds until she could open the doors.

“Besides, I haven’t done anything yet.” His whisper made you shiver as his breath fawned over your face.

You exhaled anxiously, staring back at him, oscillating. “Your girlfriend is going to kill me.” Perhaps you shouldn’t have drunk that much. Sure, you told Jackson you would try to fit in, but right now, with Mark, locked in this closet... It felt as though you had succeeded at becoming an entirely different person and you wondered if you’d find yourself back once the door reopened.

Jane Goodall did struggle after she left the primates to their jungle and returned to her own reality.

“Who?” He questioned innocently, “When I’ll date for real I won’t play around.” Mark’s right hand found your hip bone in the semi-darkness, thumb brushing your stomach through the fabric. You stilled, not knowing how to react to that. “Sally’s just a little intense,” he glanced down at your lips, “sorry she’s being hard on you.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.” The last world barely left your throat. From this close, this turd… He smelled kind of nice. Dammit.

“So… Are you really a good girl?” Mark hummed softly, leaning closer, voice deeper than the freaking Pacific ocean. Betraying goosebumps immediately spread on your skin. Right, you closed both eyes in defeat. That was why he made sure to lose the game. He knew it would turn out like this. “I bet it’s true...”

Mark's tongue darted out, catching the light and your eyes dropped on his lips. It was unfair. You weren’t prepared to face that kind of threat tonight. He was getting all predacious again and you were an easy prey. Sure, you hated the guy… When sober, collected, in control of yourself… Apparently, being pressed against a hot torso in the secrecy of a closet can change one’s perspective. You were almost trembling, blood boiling, body turned to stone; trapped.

“That you’re good at being bad.” Mark let out a weird small exhale, almost inaudible, tilting his head to the side.

Oh God, he was going to make this happen.

You had kissed boys before – OK fine, mostly Jackson and only when you were about twelve – but you had never made out in a dark closed space with anyone and surely that was bound to be sinful. Just being this close with Mark was surreal, electrifying, completely wrong. Did all guys smell like that? Jesus.

You were kind of expecting the Reverend Mother to appear and throw the door open, yelling at you and Mark to get on your knees and recite Hail Mary any seconds now.

His thumb pressed that spot on your hip and you inhaled sharply in apprehension, almost a purr. How humiliating, you’d never even made a sound like that. That jerk’s touch was more inhibiting than alcohol. Primate y/n was a traitor. Hopefully, you’d remember not to ever trust her again tomorrow morning, when you’d sobered up. Mark must have heard it because he smiled, face glowing, illuminated by the small rays of light coming through the door crack. He always had a dangerous animalistic smile, one exposing canines and baring far too many teeth, often it made him look spooky.

“Relax.” He commanded, hand climbing slowly on your side as his erratic breathing neared your cheek. “I’m not gonna jump you. You were such a tease earlier. Is this really your first time?”

Mark wasn’t that much of a talker in Middle School, this new him was the worst. He chuckled silently, unaware of your thoughts and a resolve birthed in your chest at his amusement. You weren’t about to let that guy boast later to the whole school about how inexperienced you were. Especially not to his bitchy non-girlfriend. Strong of determination and anticipation, you put your own hands around his hips, unsure where else they should go. You weren’t going to freak out. You weren’t going to be boring. You might as well go all out if primate you were about to do this to herself.

“No,” you lied, almost convincing your drunk self. “it’s not.”

“I’m gonna kiss you...” Mark announced with his alpha tone, not buying the lie. Although his statement should have sounded awkward, it made you shiver at the suspense. Through the tip of your fingers on his shirt, you felt his heart thump loudly in his chest. Was he nervous? Surely not, you bet he’d kissed a thousand girls in dark closets.

“Well…” You faked confidence again, acutely conscious of how hot he was now– in every possible way… Even if he was a disgusting manwhore. “Is it coming today or...”

Mark was still baring his toothy grin when your noses brushed. You’re the one who met his lips in the middle, surprisingly tilting your head to help.

He tasted of Caribbean punch, a mix between warm nights, fresh fruits and bonfire. It was addictive, not half-bad. Instantly, Mark’s kiss became insistent, his mouth opened against yours, adding pressure and you obeyed, too dazed to do anything or have second thoughts.

He was trapping you against the wall roughly, ravaging you. He had absolutely no mercy and you were pushing back with all your might to survive, hips, lips and hands all over. This wasn’t about the reality outside at all, any thought of the others completely vanished the second Mark slid his hand under your shirt. You let him do it, skin awaken by the touch, discovering a thousand new nerves on your body.

Yes, you had become another y/n.

That was the only explanation. A y/n that makes out in dark rooms with cool kids and grinds into them shamelessly, but just for seven minutes.

Seven extremely messy minutes.

Mark groaned in your mouth, skilled fingers caressing your stomach softly and you curved against him, craving more, possessed. Your skin was buzzing, like screaming, begging to feel him more. His left hand hiked up your body in a hurry, climbing under your t-shirt in your back and you prayed the door wouldn’t shed light on this scene. It would be terribly embarrassing; you were letting him put both of his hands up your shirt. Mark pressed his leg between yours that opened automatically, and your fingers entangled themselves in his hair, almost for support. He never broke the kiss. He too, probably knew better than to waste any second of whatever shared craziness this moment was.

“So good,” Mark grunted, words shaking to escape his throat and you opened your eyes in amazement, “but so bad.”

Shared hysteria. That was what this was.

You both weren’t done though. He adventured his left hand on the fabric of your bra and you froze briefly. Mark must have felt your hesitation because he kept it there. He didn’t push it further nor did he take it away and it felt weird. Like your heart was about to burst through your left breast for him to hold. Sometimes you dreamed of being touched like that, but it was even better than what you imagined, overpowering.

Even if it was by Mark Tuan, or perhaps even more frighteningly; because it was him. This was all Primate y/n’s doing, anyway, not yours.

The Reverend Mother would’ve had a heart attack if she knew where you were and with whom. Your head was spinning, imagination taking this even further. This deserved at least a thousand Hail Marys, a plethora of Rosaries.

“Fuck,” He whispered in your mouth, the sound like thunder. “Who knew.”

Not you.

You had no idea you were so easy, such a whore. He resumed kissing you as though this was perfectly normal, but perhaps he just couldn’t stop either. You could feel him through his pants, the bad boy wasn’t so unphased by you. This was so new, everything was exhilarating. Mark rocked between your legs, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. You were enjoying every second of this, you were right; Seven Minutes in Heaven with Mark Tuan was your own personal Hell. Whatever this was would haunt you later on for sure. The smell of his skin, the taste of his tongue, the touch of his hand. But you were shameless, you took it all. You didn’t have any second to waste before reality hit. Mark pushed against you again and you pressed closer involuntarily, wondering if he was doing it on purpose.

The direct friction on your tights and panties was going to make you lose your damn mind. You slid one of your own hands under his shirt to feel the abs you spotted earlier during the Strip or Truth game. You ran your nails on his body, and he moaned.

Mark Tuan, actually moaned while making out with you.

You stilled for a heartbeat, unsure if this was supposed to be good or not until he bit your lips, rolling it between his teeth. And you came alive again, because... Jesus. That was unexpected. And Lord, that felt like Heaven. Your hands slid to his back to pull him closer and Mark obliged, fingers caressing the curve of your boobs endlessly, every bit of skin not covered by your bra. In the moment, you wanted to ask him to touch you under the fabric, wanted to know if you would break, but your mouth was too busy being full of him.

As though he heard your thoughts, or unable to refrain from it anymore, Mark’s left hand finally slipped under your bra to touch your breast. He brushed your nipple, causing you to make another embarrassing inhuman sound, something low that he swallowed and kept to himself. Thankfully, Mark only became more eager after that. He used his other hand to press you harder on him through his pants, rolling his hips forward. Your whole body was ablaze, alive in a way it had never been before, and surprisingly Mark seemed as equally taken. His kisses were messy, his breathing on your face heavy as if he was running a marathon. According to your heart rate, you certainly were too.

Mark mumbled unintelligibly, something about his will failing and doing this sooner, as he slipped his free hand to where your thighs met. Before you could process what he said, he touched that forbidden place through your tights and panties, even just like that it felt overwhelming and dangerous. Instantly, you fidgeted and dug your nails in his skin. He hissed and stilled too, but you pulled at him, undecided on what you wanted to do next. Reality was still waiting outside that door.

“Mark…” He seemed to recognized the call for whatever it truly was, and his fingers started to move cautiously on the fabric.

“Shhh, don’t want them to hear, do we?” Mark’s head dropped in the crook of your neck to suck on your skin. Your whole body was humming at his touch, like wanting to be heard, to scream for the world to know.

Right. Reality. You covered your mouth with your hand, flustered. If you were still logical, sober and calm, you’d push him away, ask him to stop, but you didn’t want that. You wanted Mark to keep going, keep that up for an eternity, nothing else mattered. “Mark, this is s-so…”

Summoned, he grunted on your neck pleased you kept calling his name. “Good,” he asked, lips now brushing yours “being bad?”

Reprobate. Wrong. Lewd. Vile. Immoral. His fingers were still rubbing you, and you sighed, clinging to him, unable to say anything else. Perfect. Mind-blowing. Addictive. Perfectly right.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Hot.

“Me?” Hot. “Have you lost your mind?” You giggled and he joined, complicit.

“Yeah,” Mark’ hands abandoned their dirty deeds to cup your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss, “long ago.”

“When?” Seeing your frown, he grinned way too largely again. He was just about to answer when reality interrupted.

“ONE MINUTE!” Someone loud – very Bambam-esque – hit the door and you both jerked away, startled.

How many bases did you two run anyway? Suddenly, you wished you knew baseball enough to get the sexy metaphors. Was that only the first base? This felt like way more.

“Fuck,” Mark swore again, exhaling loudly. “Y/n, that was… so hot.” That word again. It was the first time someone used it to describe something about you. Then again, tonight felt like a night full of ‘firsts’. Mark reached for your skirt that had riled up your hips and pulled it downwards, hiding how far your game had gone. The fact that it was his first move gave away how accustomed he was to that kind of heated make-out sessions and you shook your head from side to side, remembering who you were with and why. Right. He was the player of Saint-Agnès de Roma, a manwhore… Surely that was why.

“Did you drop the card on purpose?” You asked hurriedly while he was making sure your t-shirt was back to its original place.

He blinked, staring at you for a long second like you were a dimwit. “Yes.”

“Why?” You were determined to leave this place with a clear answer.

“Well, y/n,” Mark murmured, pressing his lips on yours and running his tongue at the edge of them one last time, “I don’t think I could make myself any more obvious.”

“W-What?”

“TIME’S UP!” Someone yelled – yep, it was Bambam – letting the too cruel light shine on the scene inside the closet.

Thankfully, Mark was standing at a safe distance when the door opened. Still, he must have looked guilty somehow, because Jaebum applauded, impressed.

“Jesus Christ,” Jackson swore – a very rare occurrence – when he saw your ruffled hair and swollen lips.

Another day, you’d feel like hiding away, but, probably because of the rush of oxytocin and all that Caribbean Punch, tonight, primate you just shrugged it off. Your mind was caught up elsewhere, up in the clouds. No wonder that jerk was so popular with girls.

After those Seven Minutes in Heaven, you had learned three new things:

One, Mark Tuan could Jedi trick you into doing absolutely anything.

Two, you could make him lose his mind...

And three…

You sneaked a look his way while getting pulled by Jackson out of the (blessed) closet. Mark was strangely silent, letting his friends tease him without much reaction. He met your gaze and you misstepped, almost falling on the Wang’s luxurious carpet. Jackson caught you in extremis and your clumsiness made Mark snort, struggling to conceal his inhuman grin. There he was, making fun of you again.

And three... Tonight was obviously going to become a regular thing between you two.

And you weren’t the one making the rules.

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Pokémon AU

Honestly this is just... your standard Pokémon AU. Because I love Pokémon. And I love Miraculous Ladybug. So obviously... I had to mash it together.

MARINETTE’S TEAM

• She’s had a Ledyba since she was a three year old. It only finally evolved into a Ledian shortly after she began her Pokémon journey at the age of 13. It’s name is, obviously, Tikki. Tikki is the Pokémon she always starts with.

• Marinette’s “starter” Pokémon, the one she received from Professor Fu, is an Igglybuff. She affectionately names her Ballon. Eventually, Marinette finds a moon stone while traveling up a mountain through the caves, and evolved Ballon into a Wigglytuff.

• Marinette snatches a Feebas out of the hands of one horrible Chloe Bourgeois after hearing her mouth off about how “hideous” and “disgusting” it is, despite how “hard” she worked at “trying to make it at least look mildly presentable.” It’s holding a prism scale, and as soon as Marinette comes into possession of the poor thing, it evolves into Milotic. Chloe’s loss.

• Marinette captures an Oricorio and promptly falls in love with its ability to change types and appearance with different nectars. She stocks up in as much nectar as she can, all different types of it.

• Marinette and Mimikyu clicked the moment they saw each other. The neck of its disguise was broken, and Marinette offered to fix it, and maybe make new disguises for it in the future.

• Marinette ended up getting adopted by a Shroomish. She doesn’t know how it happened, considering she accidentally sat on it when looking for a place to rest in the forest, but it apparently took a liking to her after she apologised. It evolved into Breloom way too fast— mostly because it kept bursting out in the middle of battles in order to fight instead of any other Pokémon she was thinking of choosing.

ADRIEN’S TEAM

• Adrien had an Eevee growing up, which evolved into Umbreon in the middle of the night one day when he was 8. His name is Plagg, and he’s Adrien’s most trusted companion, even if the little booger is grumpy as hell.

• When Adrien moves next door to Marinette, he’s invited by Professor Fu to claim a starter Pokémon. He chooses Cleffa, naming her Étoile. Adrien is given a moon stone from his father right before he officially starts his journey, but he waits a really long time to evolve Étoile after it becomes a Clefairy. In fact, he only evolves her after he got all his gym badges.

• Adrien finds a Riolu egg while traversing through the mountain caves. You’d think he’d act like a father or something, but after it hatches, he treats it more like a little brother. He aggressively asserts his role as the “big brother” when Riolu evolves, though, because “it doesn’t matter if you’re taller now, I’m still older!”

• He comes across a Litwick in an abandoned, probably haunted mansion, and nearly dies in fear. The thing was on a warpath or something, it made damn sure to scare the living daylights out of Adrien. It found it immensely amusing, and decided to stick around. When it evolved into Chandelure, it had even more power to pull off even worse pranks.

• He accidentally steps on a Wimpod while walking on the beach and has to take it to Nurse Joy. He decides to train it until it turns into a Golisopod, and ends up treasuring his new cowardly friend.

• A Honedge one day wraps its sash over Adrien’s arm out of nowhere, and in a panic to not have his life energy literally get sucked out of his body, he threw an ultra ball at it. Since he didn’t weaken it, he expected it to break out, so he was running away until... He realised it never broke out. And that’s how he found himself stuck with the thing that he’s pretty sure tried to kill him. It acts civil now but.... he’s not letting it out of its ball at night, that’s for sure.

ALYA’S TEAM

• Alya has never had a Pokémon before, but she’s always trying to run into the tall grass to capture one herself. She had only just moved in, but everyone quickly picked up on Alya’s dangerous habits, so Fu invites her to claim a starter Pokémon of her own. Alya chooses a Vulpix, who she names Trixx.

• Alya likes to run into trouble, that’s already established. That means her team should be built to counteract that danger, right? Except... she doesn’t use brute force. She wants to be able to get into places she really shouldn’t be able to. Enter Kecleon. The ultimate invisible agent.

• On that note, enter Zorua, soon to be Zoroark! Being completely invisible is one thing, but being disguised? An illusionary mastermind? Totally different, and just as useful.

• She realises there’s more than simply tricking the human eye, of course. She also needs to be able to knock out anyone in her way, and without them noticing... The answer comes to her in the form of a Jumpluff infestation. She handles the situation before officer Jenny arrives, and gains a companion in the process. Those sleeping and paralysis spores are going to be useful in the future.

• When going through the same haunted mansion Adrien passed through, she finds a new addition to her team real quick— a mischievous Rotom. It makes a home in her phone, and she can’t bring herself to mind. Especially when it takes over the voice app and starts spouting jokes.

• The last addition to Alya’s team is an Absol. She hadn’t originally planned on it, but looking back, she doesn’t understand why she hadn’t thought of it. After seeing it show up just before a major catastrophe struck... She knows she needs a companion that can sense an impending disaster.

NINO’S TEAM

• Nino had overslept the day he was supposed to pick up a starter from Professor Fu. By the time he got there, there was no more starter Pokémon. Marinette learns about this quickly, and suggests that Professor Fu could... possibly give Wayzz, the old Turtwig Fu had never evolved, to Nino? Surprisingly, Fu agrees.

• Music is life for Nino, so it’s a no brainer that the first Pokémon he’s drawn to after he sets off on his journey is a Kricketot. He captures it without a hitch.

• While traveling through the mountain caves, Nino comes across a whispering sound somewhere in the tunnel, and he finds a Whismur. He thinks it’s adorable, so he captures it. It’s less adorable when it turns into a Loudred. And even less adorable when it becomes an Exploud, but at that point, he loves it too much to care.

• He accidentally catches a Ditto under the belief that it was a Houndour. He... doesn’t know what to think. He doesn’t release it though— if anything, Ditto’s now a valuable part of the team. Plus, it can transform into drums or a pair of headphones if he needed it. Thanks, blobby dude.

• Nino befriends a lone, singing Lapras at the beach one day, and ends up taking them with him on his adventure. He likes to use its singing voice in a lot of his songs.

• He caught a Wailord. He hadn’t meant to, like, seriously catch it. He dropped a regular Pokéball off the side of a ship he had been traveling in while the Pokémon passed under, and... it worked. He caught a freaking Wailord.

RANDOM STORY POINTS

• The region is being overrun by a criminal organisation called Akuma, run by a man who calls himself Hawkmoth (or Papillon.) It’s fairly new and only really started forming after the kids all set out on their adventure. The group’s goal is to capture Jirachi, for reasons unknown.

• Marinette starts off her adventure before anyone else, mostly because she was previously working under Professor Fu as an assistant. Professor Fu studies the inner power of Pokémon, such as their types, and what fuels their abilities.

• Despite working as an assistant to Professor Fu, Pokémon research is more of a hobby of Marinette’s than a full-time job. (Although, she certainly treats it like a very serious job despite claiming it’s a hobby...) Her real passion is fashion, and contests! Her and Tikki can win any and all contests imaginable, you’ll see!

• Adrien also has a love for contests. He’s used to putting off this stiff image in day to day life, but during contests, it’s expected of you to go all out. Get emotional, get aggressive, get competitive, get crazy! Joke, laugh, shout, dance! He loves everything about it, and when he’s performing, he truly feels like he’s... himself.

• Alya aspires to become either a journalist or a member of the police force. She dreams about herself being an Interpol agent, sometimes. She really loves those dreams.

• In an effort to fulfill those dreams, she’s pretty much constantly putting herself in danger in order to get ahead of the program. If she sniffs out any criminal activity, she’ll be snooping around the mafia’s secret headquarters before they even attempt the crime they were planning.

• Nino mostly just wants to be a DJ, but he doesn’t mind writing music for contests and musicals. If anything, he’s excited about watching Pokémon perform and dance to the music he created. He likes to make custom tracks for Marinette and Adrien’s performances.

• Yeah so... Gabriel is the villain once again, but since this is the Pokémon universe, you know he’s probably not going to be permanently locked up for his deeds. (Seriously, why did Lusamine and Lysandre and Maxie and Archie just... w h y.)

• Gabriel is after Jirachi in order to wake it up and claim a wish— a wish to bring his wife back. And he will stop at nothing to acquire this wish, including slipping butterfly pins onto people and brainwashing them into doing his bidding. Yeah.

• Contests in this region are huge. Arguably considered more important than even gym battles or the Elite Four. Which is why everyone is given the option to perform... completely anonymously. Wearing masks.

• Yeah that means the whole messy love square? Whoops, sorry, still exists.

• During a contest, Akuma crashes the party and literally breaks through the walls, declaring to transform everyone in the stadium into an Akuma. Luckily, Ladybug and Chat Noir aren’t simple performers— they’re Grade A trainers and they’re ready to whoop your ass. You picked the wrong day, butterfly man.

• In the end, Ladybug and Chat Noir save the day like a pair of actual superheroes. Their popularity shoots through the roof, everyone ships them, everyone admires them, everyone simply just loves them. It’s a little overwhelming.

• Of course, purple butterfly man takes this as a sign of war. Marinette and Adrien rise to the challenge. They start wearing their masks outside of contests as well, when they’re foiling the plots of the Akuma. Sometimes Marinette or Adrien... forgets the mask, but it’s usually passed off as just a (weirdly capable) fan trying to help out. (Which causes even more ship wars— Ladrien! Marichat! Noooo, Ladynoir, the OTP!)

• Alya, of course, prides herself as being the best investigative journalist around. (Y’know, despite being a literal 13 year old.) That means she follows these new superheroes around like a predator— she’ll get her scoop no matter what!

• Unfortunately this means that Alya’s the one who finds out their identities first, then promptly outs them to each other under the assumption that they already knew... which they didn’t. They didn’t know, Alya.

• #Ladynoir and #Adrienette confirmed, now

I still have,,, so much to write on this, but it’s already gotten way too long, and I’m too tired at this point to give it more thought. So, for now, I’m just gonna post what I have. I might make another post later detailing more on Alya and Nino’s lives, and maybe even Professor Fu, and definitely more an the Akuma and Gabriel, but for now... This is it.

Tell me what you think, add your own points, etc etc, hope you liked this! Sorry for the long post! (Yikes this took me hours.)

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4, 5, 6

How do you explain rpto someone in the real world?

Most people I’m friends with are online and very aware of whatRP is. In fact, most of them are current (or former) RP partners.

However, for people who don’t know what it is or don’t getit, I tend to say that I am “working on collaborative writing projects.” Whenthey ask who I’m doing it with, I tell them my partners are “a combination of close friends andaspiring authors who like the content I create.”

Every thread is “a writingexercise, either self-assigned or assigned by someone else in the community.”

Do you preferinteracting with male muses or female more? Why?

I don’t have apreference for one particular sex or gender identity over any other. A well crafted muse is a well crafted muse, period.

A lot of my preferences depend more on the writer and proposed plotsthan the actual character. You could have the most intriguing, amazing, andbrilliant muse in the world…and make them as spicy and interesting as unseasonedchicken if you don’t know what you’re doing. Conversely, you can make acharacter with the personality of wet cardboard the hottest commodity in thecommunity if you DO know what you’re doing. If you want me to dish some dirt onthis, ping me on IM. I’ll give a few examples (good and bad) without droppinguser names.

I’m currently not actively roleplaying, mostly because Iwant to finish my Pokémon Hammer &Sickle series as a gift to myself and hone my skills. That said, some of mybeta readers miss RPing with me so I’ve added a caveat:

Readers and reviewers for active passion projects can request RPs with me on the IM.

They’reencouraging my passion project (something the Naruto community failed to do forthe Vines series, and this was the biggest cause for my creative burnout), so I want to reward good behavior. Even when I get back into RPing, these types of mutuals will ALWAYS get preferential treatment.

One of my beta readers has an amazing Lusamine muse, butalso has a strong grasp on Lillie and Gladion. Another has a Malva muse whooften gets me to laugh or make my skin crawl, but also has an Alainmuse I’m just starting to get to know. Both of these people have had a chanceto see what my Lysandre is like probably well over a year before anyone elsewill.

Do you prefer writingmale muses or female more? Why?

I tend to write morecanon males and more OC females. I think the reason for this is that mostof the media I consume (unfortunately) doesn’t spend as much time developingits female characters as it does for its male characters. There’s more diversity among themen and I’m more likely to find my favorite “type” of canon character among themen.

Most of my female OCs aren’t what you typically see in mostmediums, particularly anime. Let me list a few examples:

Kazusa (Naruto) wasa frizzy-haired, cat hoarding beefcake who kept piling on the pounds after she hada son. Her best friend (Naho) looked a bit more like a traditionally prettyolder lady on the surface, but tended to wear cheongsams to hide the fact thateverything from her ribs to her chin had been badly incinerated. Naho had a gravelly, hoarse voice, smoked menthols to “smooth her pipes,” and couldn’teven raise her voice anymore without everything turning into loose air. Bothwere over the age of 40, mothers, and in arranged marriages.

Alexandra CatherineBellamy (Batman Beyond) was the former head of PR for Daggett Industriesbut wormed her way into the CEO seat after marrying and divorcing the heirapparent to the Daggett family fortune. She was a voluptuous, curvy woman witha reputation as a professional bus-thrower. This woman even convinced an oldcollege friend to test a new drug on a corporate rival so he’d show dementia-likesymptoms in public and be pressured by his board of directors to retire. It almost worked.

Lulu (Pokémon) isa recurring support character for the two main protagonists in the Hammer & Sickle series. ThisMauville City native is a short, skinny, awkward-looking girl with long limpbrown hair, puffy lips, thick glasses, and a fondness for oversized yellowflannel shirts. Although she and her Abra never battle, she regularly criticizesother trainers for not best utilizing their Pokémon’s EVs and makes pages-long “masterplans” for gym battles. Lulu is an auditor for the International Pokémon Leagueand makes a living making sure regional league members adhere to the enforced standards.Not only is this girl a total hag, but she’s also a smarmy know-it-all and thesort of person you’d just love to punch in real life. I love her, though! Thepart where she warns Cynthia and her friends they do NOT want to visit a nudebeach was one of the latest arc’s highlights.

If any of these women had been canon; the fact that theyaren’t conventionally attractive, somebody’s love interest, and are far fromthe cute, sweet, and pleasant girls we tend to expect from our ladycharacters…I bet you anything they’d all be cast as villains. And yet only half of the women I listed are people I’didentify as bad. Lulu’s one of the good guys, Kazusa is a loving mother, and Naho’s more a byproduct of a bad upbringing than anything truly malicious. And even with Alex (who definitely is a villain), she’s still a good stepmother and is surprisingly loyal to friends who don’t work for her.

If the provided canon female roles were as dynamic and diverse as the male roles, I’d pick up more female canons. But we aren’t there yet, so I’lljust continue to predominantly select canon males and make the female world abit more diverse.

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For the muses that don't have the special voiced lines available.. What do you imagine they sound like?

Ah, yes, talking about my muse’s voices… my favorite activity…

This kind of goes hand in hand with the accent headcanon I answered a little bit ago, so I’ll link that here too, since I’ll restate some of it briefly for relevancy.

I don’t really have voice claims right now because that’s… a lot of effort, but maybe I’ll get around to that one day.

Under a read more because this one is LONG KJNHMKJHNM.

For the Voltage characters (currently) without V/C content,

↪ Prince Edward

Again, super 👏 SUPER 👏 thick French accent.

Very soft. Never raises his voice, even when angry or passionate. Typically has to clear his throat before speaking to garner attention to avoid being drowned out.

Whispers more than talking normally.

People often note that Edward in general has a very “melodic” tone of voice.

Bonus: doesn’t laugh so much as let out very quiet giggles.

↪ Prince Keith

Boy’s got a New York accent going on and we appreciate him.

Often speaks loudly enough to be heard over people in his immediate vicinity.

Has a a slightly lower-pitched voice that tends to get a little higher and squeakier when he’s getting upset or bitching about smth lmao.

That said, will mostly often speak normally with a very bored “are we done yet” tone of voice.

Bonus: always muffles his laugh by covering his mouth with both hands.

↪ Prince Roberto

He’s got that Spanish accent going on.

Excited, energetic, just happy to be here!! He has a bit of a higher pitched voice, so whenever he tries to do a deeper voice impression and sound “super serious” it’s actually just really silly to hear.

Constantly yelling and going a mile a minute or singing or whatever.

He will get serious for real sometimes, though, and when he does, his voice is always gentle / calming and full of emotion. He’s very soothing.

Bonus: will roll over on the floor laughing unironically. very loudly.

↪ Prince Wilfred

Soft, British and would rather not be having a conversation lmao

He’s even more quiet than Edward, but it’s mostly because he doesn’t like talking to people.

His voice is extremely monotone and devoid of emotion. He sounds like a robot reciting lines, which is true both when speaking to him in person or when he’s giving a speech. This is something that doesn’t ever go away completely, even if he falls in love with a person, though they’ll hear more emotion in his voice than most get the chance to.

If caught in the right moment, sometimes he almost sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, though.

Bonus: laughs are very short and breathy… more like a quick ‘aha’ than an actual laugh.

↪ Prince Yakov

I hope you like Russian accents thicker than this prince’s beautiful braid, because he’s undoubtedly got the thickest / most noticeable accent out of the princes if only due to limited chances to actually put the other languages and dialects he’s learned to good use!

Very loud! Very demanding! But also very approachable. He can be extremely stern or extremely welcoming and his voice drastically changes between disciplined / friendly as needed.

Bonus: he laughs a lot. And his laugh is also super loud and boisterous.

↪ Luke

Much more subtle New York accent compared to Keith ‘cuz he suppresses it.

Very timid & gentle normally. He’s got a quiet, hesitant tone of voice because he’s usually pretty unsure of himself.

When he’s getting on to someone or trying to stand up for himself or scold other people, though, he also gets kind of high pitched and squeaky because he’s a puppy like that. Eventually, this matures and he inherits his grandfather’s skills in scolding people sternly lmao.

Bonus: will try to hide laughter by covering his mouth with the back of his hand, but will fail.

↪ Claude

British boi #2.

Stern as all living hell. If ever a voice could send chills down your spine, it would be Claude’s. He’s an extremely serious person and he’s not playing games, man.

That said, in rare moments when he shows his softer side, he can be very gentle and warm. It’s just unlikely.

Bonus: hell will freeze over before you hear this man laugh.

↪ Zain

Does have a very subtle English accent as a result of his time with Nobel Michel, but his is hard to distinguish. He’s one of those ppl everyone will stand around like “what???? is that accent???? what is it, it sounds like 5 different accents, i can’t????”

Elegant and sophisticated, at all times, his voice reflects that. He’s always proper and calm, so his tone is likewise monotone, but in a kindhearted way, as opposed to Wilfred’s robotic voice.

Will easily become very expressive and full of emotion when impassioned, however, no matter how hard he tries not to.

Bonus: very soft chuckles.

↪ Ryuga

Loud and happy! He’s super energetic and friendly and that shows through in how he speaks.

His voice is on the lower / gruffer side, however.

Kind of has a very very vERY subtle hint of a British accent sometimes because of where he grew up, but mostly maintained a Japanese accent from his family.

Bonus: EXCITABLE, UPBEAT LAUGHTER !! LAUGHS FOR /DAYS/

↪ Roy

British accent so thick he actually has trouble being understood depending on what part of the world he’s sailing in. Took after his mother.

Mostly speaks with a quiet, thoughtful tone of voice, like he’s always lost in his own head.

He’s very expressive though, so if he gets startled or has strong emotions over something/someone, etc, his voice will raise in volume and panic and etc.

Bonus: he’s the type to laugh behind his hand and muffle it

↪ Shin

Thick Czech accent, not as pronounced as Roy’s.

Extremely intimidating and hard to approach. He always sounds either strict, angry, or annoyed. Mostly because he’s probably all three of those things.

Even when he tries to be soft, he can come off as mean. He takes a little work, but eventually, he learns how to come off as gentle.

Bonus: doesn’t laugh so much as snort derisively.

↪ Miyabi

Has two settings: obnoxious and serious, which he will usually switch between throughout the day

He constantly sounds really full of himself and full of mockery, despite seriously lacking in confidence lmao

His actual tone of voice is mild. He’s very emotional, though, and can sound scary or loving depending on what buttons are pushed.

Can also sound pretty sensual / seductive at times, too.

Bonus: medium-toned laugh, directly in your face KJNHMKJNM

↪ Ichthys

Check accent hc for details on him, he’s more complicated I’m crying.

That being said, one of the louder / happier sounding out of the muse group. He’s constantly laughing and putting on airs for people, so he always sounds like he’s having a great time.

As for the actual tone of his voice, he’s one of the few i DO have a voice claim for yay

Bonus: can and will go into long laughing fits

↪ Rhion / Mad Hatter

Switches depending on what persona he’s “playing.”

If he’s just being himself, he’s very soft, unsure, quiet, but friendly. He’ll openly show his emotions and usually sound pretty happy / upbeat, but it’s like he’s lost in a different world, daydreaming.

As the Hatter, he’s SUPER loud and dramatic and over-the-top, because he’s putting on a show. He’ll drag words out and make drama out of sentences that are super mundane.

Bonus: snorts when he laughs, thanks.

↪ Yuya

This one is easy, let’s all just accept that Yuya is obviously a ripoff of Kurosawa Yamato and obviously his voice is going to match up 😂😂😂

Bonus: tends to burst out laughing if he finds smth funny

For the non-Voltage muses who don’t already have voiced lines in their respective games,

↪ Chezem

Thick Arabic accent.

EXTREMELY soft and aloof. He literally sounds like he’s speaking through a vacuum because he mumbles and trails off so often. His head is up in the clouds.

Deeper voice.

When upset, can be very scary and stern, has a habit of intimidating people and purposefully trying to run them off by presenting himself this way, but actually very soft in reality.

Bonus: brief, short laughs that sound more like sighs.

↪ Saizo

Tone of voice can be summed up as “constantly exasperated” and “really wishes he weren’t here right now.” He ALWAYS sounds like he’s annoyed or sighing at someone’s stupidity any time he opens his mouth.

Deep voice, which I actually have a VC of Jun Fukuyama for. My cg bias shows through, but there u go.

Bonus: usually has short, unexpected laughter in which he tries to keep it from coming out.

↪ Munenori

Upper-class and elegant. He sounds kinda snobby, but not in an obnoxious way. He uses long, big words and tends to trail off to enunciate quite often.

Is the type of person to pause mid-sentence and go… ‘hmm…………………’ while regarding the person he’s talking to for a long while before continuing lmao

Also has a very deep voice, but speaks lightly compared to anyone else in the NL group. His way of speaking is just… very “airy,” like he’s just breathing the words, idk how to put it

Bonus: has the softest chuckles out of anyone in this blasted group

↪ Lysandre

Thick French accent 2 : electric boogaloo

Has a lot in common with Chezem, tbh, so I’m gonna reiterate: soft and aloof. He literally sounds like he’s speaking through a vacuum because he mumbles and trails off so often. His head is up in the clouds.

However, he maintains his softness even when he gets emotional or angry. He can be stern, yes, but he doesn’t lose his poise. He’s extremely put-together and graceful.

Voice isn’t very deep, he also tends to sound kind of “airy” when speaking

Bonus: rarely laughs, mostly smiles… but has a breathy laugh when he does

↪ Chase

Australian accent !

Sounds super tired and dead inside all the time. He just wants to go home and sleep and for everyone to leave him alone my dude. He’s always scoffing while talking, so he can sound pretty stuck up.

Medium-toned voice, not high pitched, not deep, just right in the middle.

Tends to drag out words because he sounds pretty bored most of the time. That is to say, he’s pretty monotone.

However, voice starts to perk up when he starts brightening up around someone he cares about. He can actually sound pretty happy and loving near constantly, around the right person.

Bonus: snickers rather than laughs. unless he’s with someone he adores, then he’ll laugh rather loudly.

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