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abbyromanoff · 8 months

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Hello bestie! I hope you’re doing better <3

This is only a request if they’re open, if not enjoy the thots!

Stepmom!Nat finding reader humping a couch or anything in the area to get off cause her one night stand left her horny. R’s mom is out of town and Nat starts getting hard and realizes it’s now or never to have and cum inside her stepdaughter.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1956

WARNINGS: step parent/step child relationship, cheating (Nat is married to R’s mom, talks of unfulfilling marriages, Nat has a dick, smut obvi, jealousy, hook ups, 69’ing, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of anal, blowjobs, denied orgasm, praise, degrading, age gaps (legal), R is 19-20 ish and Nat is late 30’s - early 40’s, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

She listened with a scowl as the bed from your room creaked, small moans being heard through the wall. This wasn’t fair, how could you do this to her? How could you bring a girl home, have a rushed introduction between her and Nat, and then disappear into your room where you let her touch you? She was the one meant to do that, she was the one meant to take your innocence and ruin you for anyone else, yet here you were with another.

She wasn’t able to deny the fact that your small moans turned her on, but she could tell they were fake. She could differentiate the silent, hidden sounds you’d let out while calling her name as your fingers slid in and out of you quickly from this. You were most likely imagining her, which was the reason you kicked the girl out only a few moments later.

She shouldn’t be feeling this way, you were her stepdaughter, her wife’s child. But she never truly loved your mom, she was rich and alone and seeking for any sort of love that your mom bombarded her with, she thought that’s what always happened. She thought it was normal to grow sick of your lover, to dread them coming home from work, to deny them constantly of sex and only use it as a way to get off. She never knew true love, and she blamed that on her parents. But she wanted it, she wanted to love that woman so badly, yet over time she realized it wasn’t that she craved her, she craved the person she created.

Her sleepless nights were caused by your lingering voice, the images of you beneath her, and the desire to kiss your plump lips. You constantly were bringing home someone else, and it took everything in her not to rip you away from them and have you for herself. She had self-control, her job required such, but with you it was a different story. She wasn’t able to focus at work, she’d toss the papers across the room and throw her head in her hands. But then you’d arrive.

You begged for a job there, to be her assistant or lower-class worker stating you needed the money desperately. She wasn’t able to deny your pleading eyes or the warm feeling in her chest. You’d bring her lunch oftentimes before, but having you work for her full-time was a dream come true. She would more than likely struggle even more to keep her composure, but she lost all care for that months ago.

The door slammed shut and she assumed your one-night stand finally left, which took long enough. She was planning to rush into your room and finally take what was hers, even standing right in front of the entrance with a fist to the door. Then she heard a small buzzing. The door was cracked open just a tiny bit, she guessed the girl was too lazy to even close a door properly but she couldn’t have been more thankful. She lowered her arm and listened closely, pressing her ear against the hardwood and biting her lip as your moans arrived once again, this time they weren’t forced.

“F-fuck! Mhm, right there, Nat, right there-“ You cut yourself off with a hand covering your mouth, your fear of being heard finally coming to mind. Your stepmother wasn’t pleased, she wanted to hear everything just like Carol got to. At least she thinks her name is Carol, she didn’t care enough to listen or shake the waiting hand earlier.

“‘M gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Came your muffled scream, your legs starting to shake from the denied orgasms sent your way. Now you were getting release, and the one woman on your mind was Nat, how pathetic. Not only was she your boss, but she was also your mother's wife. She was much too old for you and you both knew that, but that didn’t stop the want in your heart.

“You look so pretty when you cum, little slut.” You nearly jumped out of your bones, rushing to cover yourself but failing to turn off the vibrator, leaving a deadly silence filled with buzzing.

“Don’t cover yourself, baby, I wanna see you.” She stalked forward, cupping her crotch as her thumb ran circles around her clothed tip. She fiddled with her shirt before pulling it off, exposing her black bra and breasts that were aching to be freed. You gulped, trying to look away from the sight in shame but not being able to.

“You’re- you’re gorgeous, Nat.” She blushed at your comment, her knee landing on the bed as she crawled towards you, resting your chin in her fingertips. She leaned closer, her gaze switching between your lips and your eyes as she begged for permission. You took a moment to respond but eventually nodded slowly, causing her to press her mouth against yours in a slow but sensual kiss. Her hands rested your hair behind your ear, her body pulling closer as her cock was now throbbing. If you looked close enough, you could see a small wet stain soaking through her pants, she hoped you didn’t notice. But she also wanted you to, she wanted you to see how much she craved your body against hers.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you.” She confessed, experiencing relief when you smiled, kissing her softly in return. You were already growing addicted to the feeling, wanting to stay in this exact position for the rest of your life. But she wasn’t yours, she was a married woman, a woman married to your mother, at that.

“No-…no, we can’t-“

“Why not?” Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, her eyes ranking over your worried expression as your breathing picked up ever-so-slightly

“You’re married… to my mom. You’re my stepmom!” She shushed you with a finger to your lips, smirking gently as her hot breath fanned over your face.

“Not tonight. Tonight I’m your Mommy, you got that?” You whimpered and it nearly resulted in a moan from the older woman. Hearing you get like this all for her turned her on so greatly, she couldn’t even explain. Your mother was never exciting in the bedroom, or Nat just didn’t like the things she wanted to do. But she found herself wanting to do them with you, she wanted to do anything and everything with you.

“Tell me what I want to hear, angel.” Her hips created a small thrusting motion the harder she got, it was becoming impossible to ignore her needs. You gulped, fighting back tears of shame as you whispered,

“You can be my Mommy, Nat.” She left a peck on your forehead and slowly removed the sheets hiding her prize. Her final destination.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to get a taste of this sweet, sweet pussy.” She didn’t let you even utter a word before spreading your legs and pressing her tongue against your heat. Your hand instantly returned to its original placing over your mouth in order to keep silent. You knew your mother wouldn’t be home for a few more days, but what if that cut short? What if she somehow caught a virus and had to leave early and planned on surprising the two of you? Not only was the fear of being caught roaming freely in the back of your mind but so were your nerves. Nobody had ever truly seen this side of you, where you were beyond ecstatic and touch-starved. Nobody had ever felt you tug desperately on their arm to bring them closer, Nat wasn’t like the others. She was strong with her biceps nearly bulging out of her suit jackets daily. Her kiss was soft, even when she was hungry for a different part of you. You could sense that she truly wanted to taste you and didn’t just do so to get you wet, you were already dripping onto the sheets before she even wrapped her tongue around your pulsing clit.

“So precious,” She muttered, instantly returning to her previous position. She pressed your folded legs against your chest for a better angle, and the moan that left you in return could’ve been considered pornographic. Her tongue briefly slid across your second hole and caused a small thrust from your end, your body yearning for her to repeat.

“Oh, Mommy..” Her moan sent a thrill through your entire being, it seemed to be the only reaction she was able to give you. She was scared to show you her true aspirations. She was scared to have you see the impulses she’d try to stop in worry that you’d run. Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to claim you as hers but treat you like you were nothing but a toy for her to use. She’d just have to get you attached to her, then you’d comply with anything she said.

Images flashed through her head, ones where you were sat on your knees, her cock trapped deep inside of your throat while her hand held you firmly in place, forcing you to take all of her. She knew you could do it, she had faith in you.

“‘M sorry, baby, I need you too fucking bad.” She reluctantly pulled away from you and patted you softly, leading you to kneel in front of her. She laid in the same position you had been when she guided your mouth to her crotch, your thighs tightening around her head before she continued her previous acts. Her tongue licked stripes up your weeping cunt as you pulsed around nothing, the sobs coming from your mouth being silenced as it was met with her drooling tip. You sucked weakly, the tiredness catching up to you as you gathered the strength to stroke her balls softly. Her hips jutted upward, resulting in a small gag as she fell deeper inside of you. You didn’t stop it, you didn’t even try as you let her do all the work. She was fucking you and guiding you to fuck her. Teaching you how to do everything just like always, just how she liked it. She enjoyed being a leader to you, she found it unbearably arousing to see your eyes looking up at her, asking for help.

You felt your orgasm approaching and tried to warn her, but she could already sense it.

“It’s okay, you can cum all you want.” She seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. The thought worried you, but you didn’t have much time to ponder as you felt your stomach repeating a clenching until you screwed your eyes shut, your vision going blank as you could see stars forming all around you.

She was greedy the moment she got her mouth on you, but now she seemed animalistic. Her hand came to your scalp, forcing you further down on her just like she had envisioned. You had no complaints in mind, choosing to instead swallow the hot liquid oozing out of her. She wished she could see your face right now: makeup ruined, eyes droopy, along with a small grin you wore.

“I wan’ more, Mommy,” She knew she succeeded when those were the words that left your mouth as soon as you were given the privilege to speak. She smirked, her thumb teasing the small hole that lined your ass. She had always found her sight landing on it whenever you’d pass by her, her thoughts seeming to have one more thing to feast on.

“Get on all fours, princess, I want to fuck this tight little hole next.”

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raginglesbian2006 · 4 months

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Who's a good boy?

Lucifer x reader

A/N: I've wanted to write a romantic scenario for my second best boi (first is Alastor, obvi) so here we go. Look at how cute he is :3

It was another day in hell, just as hellish as the day before. You couldn't complain though, having found a home at the Hazbin Hotel.

You were there at its doorstep the day the princess of hell proposed her idea on the news. Despite its bad reception, you knew you had to go visit. You had no clue why you were in hell in the first place, having made sure you were good when you were alive. So, a place in hell that was made for redemption and a chance to go to heaven meant the world to you.

Being in hell helped you get used to the manipulative and cruel sinners that walked down the streets like they hadn't just killed off a bunch of people two seconds ago.

Even though Charlie was an exception when it came to the people you'd usually meet, you hadn't expected her dad, the literal king of hell, to be such a sweetheart.

⊰──── 《∘◦♡◦∘》 ────⊰

You were with the other residents of the hotel, decorating the place the moment Vaggie got on your asses about making the best first impression for Lucifer's arrival.

You had been tasked with baking cookies. Given your affinity for the culinary world when you were alive, you started on your task right away. You pulled out the glazed soft apple cookies, your favorite, from the oven and left it on the kitchen table to rest. You stood there guarding the dish, just in case Niffty tried to take some for herself.(She did but you held her back pretty easily).

"Ok guys, it's showtime!" Charlie yelled suddenly. You rushed to the hotel lobby with your tray of cookies and stood there with the others. You wished you had more time to tidy up but your flour-caked hair and apron would have to do.

Charlie opened the door to reveal a short pale man with a ridiculously large hat. That...was Lucifer?

"CHARLIE!" the man exclaimed, wounding his arms around his daughter's frame and hugging her tight.

"H-Hi Dad!" Charlie stuttered as she struggled for breath. Once she was finally let go, she took a deep breath in and showcased the somewhat okay-ish decor of the hotel and its residents.

You saw Lucifer bend down and give his attention to the little kit "Kee Kee" and then turn his attention to "Razzle" and "Dazzle". You chuckled at his behavior. No way was the original bad boy of hell this adorable.

After his unsavory introduction to Alastor, Charlie started introducing him to every one of you.

"Annnd, this is our resident baker! They make amazing treats for everyone from time to time!" Charlie said, introducing you to her dad.

"Greetings your majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you," you gave a little bow, "I made some cookies for you to try, if you like."

Lucifer picked one cookie from your tray and inspected it for a bit, before taking a bite. You did not know whether you held your breath because you were scared of his critique or because you did not realize how gorgeous he looked up close. He was an angel, alright.

His eyes lit up and he looked up at you, "This is excellent! You really have a talent in this."

Your face heated up at his compliment and you mumbled out a small thank you.

This was your very first interaction with the king of hell.

⊱ ──── 《∘◦♡◦∘》 ──── ⊰

After the fight against the angels and the rebuilding of the hotel, Lucifer started spending more time at the hotel to help out his daughter.

While searching for Charlie, he found you bustling around in the kitchen, preparing something.

"What are you doing?"

Your head hit the underside of the cabinet at the sudden interruption. You emerged out with a whisk in hand, nursing your wound.

"Y-your majesty, I was making a strawberry rhubarb pie...well, at least trying to," your eyes glanced over at the mess that was your creation. Instead of a flaky solid crust, you ended up with something that could only be described as "a lump" and your fillings decided to make themselves known outside the crust, spreading all over your pie- almost resembling a massacre.

You were usually good at stuff like this. You wondered what you got wrong with this particular recipe.

Lucifer hummed and asked for the recipe.

"I suppose it's only best to start over, shall we?" he said, as he started walking towards where the bag of flour was kept. You could only follow behind him, your face flabbergasted. You suddenly felt very nervous.

What you would come to find out, during this little interaction, was that Lucifer was really good at baking. Like, really really good. His hands were swift but precise when handling the dough and his instructions were clear and concise as the two of you worked through the steps to create the perfect rhubarb pie.

When you pulled out a successful pie from the oven, your eyes gleamed with excitement. You looked over at Lucifer, who was already getting ready to slice up the pie.

"Thank you for helping me out, Your Majesty, " you said, giddily, "Your baking skills are honestly out of this world!"

Lucifer laughed, his smirk widening, "Well of course! Just because I rule all of hell, doesn't mean I can't bake a mean pie!"

He looked at you and said, "And please, do call me Lucifer."

⊱ ──── 《∘◦♡◦∘》 ──── ⊰

Over time, the two of you bonded over your love for cooking. He would frequently join in on your cooking/baking escapades, sometimes acting as the taste tester for your new creations. You enjoyed his presence and grew comfortable with him as the days went on. Safe to say, he felt the same way.

One day, you decided to visit him in his workshop with a plate of freshly prepared caramel apples --something Lucifer himself taught you.

You knocked on the door, announcing your arrival, "Lucifer! It's me! May I come in?"

You heard a loud crash on the other side of the door and a very distinct "shit shit shit" coming from the king of hell himself. Your brows scrunched up in worry. What was that man up to?

You were about to barge into the room yourself but you were interrupted by the door opening to reveal a very disheveled Lucifer.

He called out your name, "Welcome to my workshop! What brings you here?"

As you entered the room, your eyes gazed upon the innumerable rubber ducks that spread across the area. You almost stepped over one as you made your way inside.

"Pray tell," you turned towards him, eyes narrowed in scrutiny, "What was that loud crash I heard?"

"What crash?" Lucifer chuckled uncomfortably, his eyes looking everywhere else but yours.

You sighed and placed the tray of caramel apples on his work desk.

"You do realize I've spent enough time with you to know when you're lying, yes?" you enquired.

He tsked, "Lying? pshhh, I don't lie!"

You have a half-hearted nod, clearly not believing his bullshit. He ignored your obvious sarcasm and moved closer to the delicious treats laid out on the desk.

"Oh my! You managed to make these all by yourself!" his hands reached out to one of them, taking a bite, "And they're delicious!"

You chuckled, "Well I did learn from the best, didn't I?"

His pale complexion reddened as he avoided your eyes once more, focusing more on the treat he was munching on.

You were about to ask him about the crash you heard again, but you were interrupted by a loud oink at the door.

"Fat Nuggets!" you cheered, as you got down on what little space was available to you at the mercy of the overbearing amount of ducks in the room.

You patted your knees which signaled to the little pig to come bounding towards you. You giggled as he jumped into your lap and snuggled into you.

You scratched his pinkish skin, "Who's a good boy?"

"Me."

Your hands paused, resting on the pig who let out a single oink. Your face started heating up as you looked up towards Lucifer, who was still focused on munching on the caramel apples, already having had two.

"I-I'm sorry...w-what?" you stuttered.

Lucifer turned around to look at you , mid bite. His face scrunched up in confusion, "What?"

Silence occupied the room for a few seconds, save for the pig oinking every now and then.

It was as if the light bulb popped up on top of Lucifer's big hat and his face started turning the same colour as the bright red caramel-dipped apples he was chewing on.

"I-..." Lucifer trailed off, suddenly finding it difficult to swallow his meal.

Picking up the pig into your arms, you got up. Unable to meet his eye, afraid that he would see your face flushed in embarrassment, you said, "Welp, I guess it's time for me to do..the thing I was...supposed to be doing!"

Before you could turn around on your heel, Lucifer reached out, "W-wait a minute-"

You gasped as he stepped on one of his rubber ducks and stumbled to the floor, his hat falling off his head.

"I'm okay!" he grumbled, as he got up, his hands dusting over his garments. He picked up his hat and brushed over it once, before putting it on his head. He looked towards you, confused to see your eyes trained on something lying on the ground.

His eyes followed yours and landed on a rubber duck. A rubber duck that bore a very similar resemblance to well...you.

Lucifer fumbled, picked up the duck, and hid it away from your sight,.

"Oooh boy, how did that get there, haha!" he laughed, awkwardly.

Your face might as well start boiling at this point.

"D-did you make that....for me?" you enquired, the pig already having jumped out of your hands and on his way back to his owner.

Lucifer's eyes widened as he sheepishly said, "Maybe?"

You walked closer to him.

"M-may I see it?" you asked.

Lucifer gulped once, before moving his hands from behind his back, to reveal the duck he had spent so much time working on.

You gently took his creation from his hands and held it in the palms of your own, your eyes lighting up as you looked at the mini-duck version of yourself.

"I-I promise, I wasn't being creepy," Lucifer started, "I was going to give this to you once I worked on it a little more. I know it looks a bit undone and-"

"It's lovely," your voice interrupted him.

His golden heart started beating impossibly louder at the sight of your widening smile. You were smiling...at something he made... for you. He worried if you could hear his heartbeat.

"I- I'm still not satisfied with the product, " he looked towards the floor, fixing his bowtie out of nervousness.

You let out a chuckle, "Is that what the loud crash was about? Did you fall out of your chair trying to hide this from me?"

He looked towards you, embarrassed that you'd guessed right. You laughed louder at his silent admission. Watching the king of hell squirm under your gaze as his face turned fully red, was indeed a sight to behold.

You tiptoed closer to him, took off his hat, and gently lifted his tomato-faced visage. His eyes widened as you cheekily smiled at him. Then you kissed his forehead, relishing in the way he stiffened. He was too adorable for your own good.

You stepped back, putting his hat back on his head, and placed the incomplete duck version of your likeness into his trembling hands.

"Do keep working on it till it is to your satisfaction, hm?" you said.

He nodded his head fervently. His face still held the same shade of red.

What came next was something he swore would be his undoing.

You leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, "Good boy."

It took him a while to recover from that assault.

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calcifiedunderland · 3 months

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Pride and Prejudice: A TWSTed AU

The Keeper of the Underworld: I. Shroud

Introduction, or Pick another route!

Idia x GN Reader (they/them)

Warnings: P&P-level angst and miscommunication, some cringe dialogue, parties, possibly ooc Idia, I wrote this before playing Book 6 so I apologize if there’s any inconsistencies

Notes: The level of overthinking I put into these fics is unreal 💀 First and foremost, thank you all for your patience!! Idia was hard to write, but I hope you enjoy, shrimpies~

———

Well this is certainly something, you thought. Of all the things you’d witnessed at NRC, (even overblots), you didn’t think you’d ever see Idia Shroud at one of Kalim’s parties.

You sipped on your drink when a shock of bright blue flames came in the corner of your eye, contrasting the orange-red of Scarabia. Kalim lead Idia into the dorm, bright and sunny, compared to the look on Idia’s face. Poor guy couldn’t even escape, because Cater and Rook ambled in behind him, chatting happily.

It was like the beginning of a joke: A sultan, a card soldier, a huntsman, and a blue flame-headed gamer walk into a room.

Kalim spotted you and grinned, grabbing Idia’s hoodie sleeve and dragging him over too. “Hey (name)! I’m glad you could make it!”

You smiled at the Scarabia Housewarden, “Thanks Kalim! I-“ At that moment, Jamil reached him to drag him away, mumbling exasperatedly to Kalim about being careful. Kalim laughed Jamil off, “sorry (name)! I’ll see you later, okay?” “Alright then…” you trailed off and turned to Idia, who looked like a deer in headlights.

“So…” you rocked on your heels. To be honest, you didn’t know how to approach him sometimes. Sure, you’d gamed with him a few times (with heavy insistence from Ortho) and you weren’t on his ‘avoid at all costs’ ranking list, but Idia did have his odd moments. Some days, you two would get along like a house on fire. Other times, it was like Idia hated you - avoiding you even in tablet-mode, and ghosting your chats.

You’d like to think that your more friendly moments were the ones that Idia counted, but sometimes it was hard to get a read on the guy.

“I didn’t know that you’d be at Kalim’s party today. I thought Ortho said there was an event in… um…?” You finished, cringing at your vagueness. You might not have known much about the game he played, even though he’d made you play it when you came over to Ignihyde, but you knew he probably didn’t want to be here of all places.

Idia’s hair flared a bit, and he looked resigned and moody. He pulled out his tablet. Ya, the event dropped today but I got mobbed by kalim + the extroverts. “That sucks,” you said, “I got dragged here by Ace. Still, it’s nice to see you.” In the oil lamp lighting, you could’ve sworn Idia’s hair turned a bit pink.

You were both silent, and you opened your mouth to speak when Lilia yelled out from the front, “let’s get this party started!” Kalim started drumming wildly, and then electric guitar swelled. Lilia began screaming heavy-metal-style into the mic. Around you, everyone started dancing, and even you found yourself moving to the rhythm.

You glanced at Idia every now and again, but he looked vaguely annoyed and tired despite the liveliness. He looks so over it, you thought. Probably since Kalim maybe dragged him here. You looked around, biting your lip when you noticed your friends having a grand old time on the dance floor, and kind of wanted to go too. Still, it wasn’t every day you saw Idia, and you wanted to do something with him. Especially since he was… well, here.

“So, Idia…” Idia’s eyes snapped to yours, dull. You rocked back on your feet, “do you dance?” Idia rolled his eyes, and you felt your heart sink, for some reason. Obvi not, id probs distract everyone anyway. And also id just rather not if I can help it. Your smile wavered, “c’mon Idia, anyone can dance, even if it’s not good!” Idia typed rapidly into the tablet, i mean ur not wrong. Like literally anyone can dance but ppl only do it bc its wat normies do.

You opened your mouth, then squared your shoulders, words failing you. Idia shoved a hand into his pockets and opened an app on the tablet, scrolling. You swayed for a bit, feeling awkward while Idia kept his eyes glued to the screen, a frown creasing his brows. Finally you shrugged your shoulders, trying to shake that sinking-feeling off.

You stepped into the crowd of dancing people, swaying to the music and trying not to look over at the blue flames swaying in the corner. Unknowing to you, Idia glanced up from his tablet every few minutes, trying to catch a glimpse of you, before trudging back to the cold chrome of Ignihyde, back to his dorm.

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Ugh, could this get any worse?

Idia flopped onto his bed, shoving his headphones on and opening the mobile game on his phone. Not only did he get a late start on the game event, but he flubbed a chance to talk to you. Even if you did want to dance like all the other non-introverts at Scarabia. Thank Sevens Ortho didn’t know he missed his chance, otherwise the little robot would’ve torn Idia apart.

Idia shut his eyes and went over the details. Doing this IRL was trash-tier. Why couldn’t this just be a good-old-fashioned otome game, or romance anime? First you meet the love interest, then you find things they’re into, then you talk to them more. Then finally you confess, and cue the outro. He’d watched countless shojo and romance anime’s, and that was the basic outline. Eventually, the ethereal, gorgeous, smart, kind protagonist (aka you) would fall in love with their love interest (aka him) and it would all work out. Boom. Happily ever after.

Ah, yes. He could see it now.

Cherry blossom petals rained around both of you. Where are they coming from, this campus doesn’t grow cherry blossoms? Whatever, don’t question it. Anyway, the petals fluttered past your beautiful, sparkling eyes as you stared up at Idia with adoration and love. Idia stared down at you with full-rizz, kabedoning you against the wall.

“Oh, Idia-senpai!” You’d cry, eyes turning into hearts as sparkles and pink flower petals surround you both. “You’re so cool and not cringe at all! I could never want one of those normies! You’re the only one for me! Please date me!” And then Ortho would set off the heart-shaped fireworks and you two would finally kiss-kiss-fall-in-love, just like the popular anime Our High School Has A Host Club And The Leader Falls In Love With Me?!

“Whee hee hee…” Idia stared off into the distance, giggling ominously to himself and hair turning pink at the ends. His character on the screen went into idle mode, and he didn’t even hear when Ortho floated into the room. “Big brother?” Ortho gently tapped him on the shoulder, yanking him from his shojo daydream. Idia jumped, hair flaring. “AAAIIIIEEEE-“ Ortho jumped back, eyes wide but not detecting any signs of injury on Idia.

Idia breathed heavily, wide-eyed. “Ortho! Wh-when did-? I wasn’t-!” Ortho analyzed his heart beat, noting that Idia had traces of blush on his cheeks and his erratic behavior pointed to- “Were you thinking about (name) (last name)?” Ortho asked innocently, his theory proven when Idia flushed and went pinker. The younger boy suddenly got an idea.

“You know, (Name)’s heart rate goes up when they interact with you,” Ortho watched his brother’s eyes widen, “even when you’re not there, when you’re mentioned, their heart rate increases by 45% and they are more likely to be in a positive mood. 82% of the time, they regard you in a positive way.” His eyes lit up happily with realization, “If my calculations are correct, they have feelings for you!”

Idia sat there, thinking. What were the odds you would like him back? Sure, you made him happy, and more importantly made Ortho happy. And it was actually nice talking to you. And he never felt exhausted after interacting with you. And maybe you did enjoy the artificial light of Ignihyde to the spring sun above, and maybe you would like being with dreary, nerdy him.

Ortho could see his brother lost in thought, noting that Idia’s heart rate spiked when he mentioned you. “I also overheard them telling Grim about finding a partner,” he said casually, omitting that you’d been wanting a partner in Alchemy, and not necessarily a romantic partner.

That seemed to fire Idia up. Ortho could see the metaphorical cogs in Idia’s brain turning, an entire blueprint of a plan being made in his mind. At last, a wide cunning grin spread on his face, and he opened his arms, “well, who else but a genius could be partners with the MC?” He said arrogantly, “it’s not like just anybody can woo the protagonist!”

Ortho beamed, cheering, “all you need to do now is confess!” Idia immediately began sweating, freezing up. “H-huh?!”

——

You frowned at your textbook, rubbing your temples as you read through the alchemy procedure. Ugh, this couldn’t get any more confusing.

As you turned to begin writing, the door burst open. You flinched and immediately locked eyes with a frazzled Idia. His golden eyes were wide, and he was panting - he even looked sweaty. Somehow his blue fire hair seemed just as frazzled as him, looking pale-blue in shock. Could flames somehow look poofy?

“Prefect!” He squeaked. “Idia?” You questioned, what’s he doing here? It was odd that he’d be out of his room at six in the afternoon, not to mention he looked afraid of you. It wasn’t like you were a stranger, even though as of late, he treated you like one.

He stared at you from the door for an uncomfortable amount of time, then sped-walked to stand in front of you. You looked up at him from your seat, tapping your fingers. You awkwardly asked “do you wanna sit down?” He shook his head quickly, the ends of his hair were turning pink. You frowned, “…dude, are you okay?”

Idia flinched. He pivoted on his heel, “no, no, can’t do it, not today-“ he scuttled out of the room and slammed the door, screeching to himself and pulling his hood over his head. You stared at the door, vaguely hearing Idia freaking out to… was that Ortho? You heard the little robot boy’s voice through the door, probably calming Idia down, along with an odd spraying sound.

It went quiet and you assumed they’d left. Whatever, weirder things have happened at NRC. As you went back to writing, the door slammed open again. You jumped, heart beating wildly. Idia stormed over to you, hair blazing a trail behind him. He slammed his hands down on the desk, and your eyes watered with the scent of overpowering cologne bodyspray.

“Prefect! I need to tell you something!” Idia’s eyes steeled in determination, and he looked you dead in the eye. He was breathing heavily, and his flamed hair blazed and curled more than usual, turning deep pinkish-red near the ends. The last time you saw his hair similar to that, was when he was rage-playing during one of your gaming sessions. How pissed is he? You felt your heart leap into your throat.

“Idia,” you began, freaked out, “I think you should sit down-“ Idia blazed on, “this is honestly a horrible decision for you and definitely for me. I don’t even want to think about what Mother and Father would say, not to mention how this’d affect Styx.” He was tunnel visioning now. “Plus you don’t even have magic and this might not even work out anyway ‘cause I don’t see us working out TBH…” Slowly his hair began fizzling out, voice getting quieter and quieter as he mumbled to himself.

This was a terrible idea, Idia realized. After everything that had happened with Styx, not to mention everything you had to deal with personally, it wouldn’t be good to get involved with him. You could be in danger, especially as a non-magic user. No, it would be selfish of him to ask you to be with him. Why would you, anyway? There were other guys at NRC, not to mention the entire Sage’s Island, who would be a better fit for not. Especially ones who didn’t kidnap your friends and Grim. Especially someone like Idia.

No, he concluded. He shouldn’t have come.

You frowned deeply. “Idia, what…?” Your alchemy work definitely wasn’t done yet and Idia was making zero sense. He sighed, as if tired all of a sudden. “Nope, no… this isn’t going to work.” He stood abruptly and sped-walked out the door, brushing past Ortho. You overheard the boy try to get his brother to come back, but Idia didn’t stop. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. So that’s what this is about? Idia didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? All because you weren’t… what? A tech whiz? Good at gaming? Magical? Your heart dropped. Because you were just too different from him? So you weren’t good enough to be even friends with him?

Your eyes stung at the thought. Fine. If Idia wanted to be that way, then fine. You shoved your books into you bag and headed back to Ramshackle. You doubted you’d be able to focus, anyway.

———

Poor Ortho was confused.

After running simulation after simulation, scouring the Internet for any clues, and piecing together what Idia said after running out of the classroom, he just couldn’t understand what happened. That was a first, considering it was Ortho.

Idia had ran out of the room in a hurry, mumbling incoherently. “Brother! What’s happening?” Ortho flew to him, scanning his vitals. Idia seemed to be ok, but his brother seemed… strangely melancholic. “Ortho, it won’t work out,” he said dejectedly, not wanting to talk about it.

Ortho called after him, trailing behind “What did (name) (last name) say? There was a high probability they’d accept your-” Idia sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. “It won’t work. I should’ve never left the dorm…” As Idia trudged back to Ignihyde, Ortho was left with more questions.

He hovered for a moment, before heading back to the alchemy room for you, only to not find you there. Ortho thought hard, thinking back to what Idia said. ‘It won’t work out,’ was what he said - not a flat-out rejection from you. So that meant…

He began floating back to Ignihyde, determined. I can still save this!

———

You were taking overthinking to a new level.

You bit your lip, staring at the game’s chatbox in front of you. Idia was online, and probably didn’t realize you were too. You leaned against the Heartslabyul common room couch (curse Ramshackle’s lack of internet!), and hit send.

Hey is everything ok??

You watched Idia’s game icon immediately switch to “online less than 1 minute ago,” and groaned.

Cater exited the kitchens, leaning over the couch back. “Hey~ what’s got my fave frosh so worked up?” He chirped, looking at your phone. “Ohh, isn’t that the popular game that’s been trending? Wait, didn’t you say Idia got you into it?” Cater immediately had his phone in hand, “that’s supes adorable, playing with friends is so fun-“

You cut him off, throwing your hands up, “that’s it! Idia just doesn’t want to talk to me! He- he just-!” You grabbed a throw pillow and smashed your face into it, groaning. Cater patted your shoulder sympathetically, “well, we’re playing at another one of Kalim’s parties tonight, you want in?” You sniffed dramatically, thinking. “Well, I guess. Sure, why not?”

Later that evening, you stepped into the Scarabia mirror. You and Cater made your way to the food table. As you both munched on Jamil’s cooking (damn, the guy made a good curry), you watched everyone dancing. “Y’know, it was weird seeing Idia at a party,” you commented, while Cater nodded. “Yeah! We decided to bring him along that day, it was fun seeing him.”

You sighed, “yeah, it was, but… it’s not really often that we can hang out in person. I kinda wanted to dance with him last time, but he sort of… blew me off? I guess maybe it wasn’t the best idea.” You winced, while Cater’s eyebrows rose. “You didn’t tell me that. So, he did that and also told you he didn’t want to be friends?” You nodded, frustration flooding back, “Yeah! And I just don’t understand how he can be so conceited about him being so high and smart, and not like me because I don’t-“

“Prefect,” Cater cleared his throat. You looked up mid-rant, meeting Ortho’s eyes, and jumped. He just snuck up on you both like it was nothing. Did he hear you? Hopefully he wouldn’t be mad. In your mind, Idia started it.

“Hello (name) (last name)!” Ortho said pleasantly, so you assumed he hadn’t heard you. Great. “I didn’t know you’d be here! What a coincidence!” That was a lie, Ortho overheard you and Cater talking about the party when you were walking to Scarabia. He absolutely knew. And he dragged Idia here because of it.

“Yep,” you smiled at Ortho, “it’s nice to see you.” Ortho mentally readied himself and remembered every bit of acting advice Vil gave him. “I almost forgot!” His eyes widened, while your eyes narrowed. Ortho was a robot. He didn’t forget shit. “Big brother is here, and he wanted to ask you to dance!” What? Your neck snapped around, looking for Idia’s bright blue hair. Cater elbowed you, bringing you back to reality.

“I-well, I- had not-“ you stammered, fumbling for an excuse. Ortho’s eyes shone at you like puppy eyes, and your anger at Idia cracked. “…yeah, sure,” you watched Ortho rise a bit in the air happily, “Yippee! I’ll go get him!” He zipped off, and you rubbed your temples. Cater twisted a strand of his hair, eyes wide. “Yikes…” “tell me about it,” you groaned.

A few minutes later, you both looked up when Kalim tapped the mic. You didn’t miss Ortho hovering a ways behind Kalim. “Hey everyone! Thanks for coming!” When the cheering died down, Kalim continued, “We’re gonna try something different! Everyone, find a partner and join the dance floor!”

Cater glanced at you, mischievous. “Welp, I can’t leave them hanging~ TTYL, Prefect!” And he left faster than you could say ‘Magicam.’ Sweet.

You hesitantly stepped to the dance floor, half expecting Ortho to float up to you and sheepishly tell you Idia left. Your mind drifted back to that day in the alchemy room. I guess it wouldn’t work, anyway.

To your surprise, a finger tapped your shoulder. You turned, seeing Idia with a with a flushed expression, wearing a casual-but-chic blazer. His hair looked a bit tamer than normal, and cascaded down his back in a low ponytail, bangs flickering over his forehead. Undoubtedly, this was the work of Ortho, who definitely got pointers from Vil.

You both stared at each other, unmoving, until slow music began playing. You averted your eyes. Idia gulped, eyes widening until waving caught his eye. Ortho was flying upwards a little ways away from the slowly-crowding dance floor, gesturing wildly at you. As if that wasn’t enough, he projected words above his head: DANCE WITH THEM!

Idia was lucky that everyone else was more interested in dancing with their partner than Ortho. His eyes snapped back to you, “s-so I guess you wanna-“ he swallowed thickly, eyes shifting to the dance floor. You shrugged, feigning nonchalance and looked ahead. Idia looked back at Ortho, who was pointing wildly at the words. He thought to himself, this is fine. It’s just the mandatory side quest. It’s not fighting the boss. It’s…

It’s charming the love interest. It’s solidifying your route!

Idia steeled himself and forced your hand into his. Your eyes shot to his in surprise, and he walked stiffly to the dance floor. Your hand clasped his, and you both swayed gently to the soft rock from the stage. Your brows furrowed, but Idia locked his gaze onto you, focusing only on you.

Yes, he thought. This is just the player’s pov on the screen, and he was only focusing on the love interest. The other waltzers didn’t exist. The party didn’t exist. It was just you and him.

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words. While Idia seemed taciturn, you glanced up at the stage. Cater, Kalim, and Lilia were in their own little bubble jamming out, so that wasn’t a lifeline. After a little while of swaying with Idia, you hummed, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Since that day.” Idia’s hands felt clammy, and in the dimmed lights you saw a small pink dusting Idia’s cheeks. You saw him swallow heavily, but he didn’t say a word.

The tension grew between you two, and despite feeling hurt, you felt a little bad. Still, you wanted some answers out of Idia, after the incident in the alchemy room. “Y’know, you never used to be this… odd around me.” Was it the crowd that made him quiet, or… You felt a lump in your throat. Was it you?

Idia’s eyebrows shot up, thinking fast on what to say. Why can't conversations irl have ready-made dialogue?! “I… we c-can talk about wh-whatever you want? I guess?” He tried, kicking himself internally for leaving his tablet with Ortho. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stepped with him, that’ll do for now. “Scarabia parties are a little much, but they’re more pleasant than the Pomefiore mock balls,” you tried “wouldn’t you say?” After an uncomfortable pause, expecting a reply, you mumbled to yourself, “I guess we can stop talking now.”

“...is it like a rule for normies to chat while dancing? Isn’t the act of moving enough?” Idia mumbled in exasperation, hand tightening a little on your own. You bit your lip, your eyes burning. “No, I prefer to not talk to my friends at all and tell them we can’t be friends. It’s so much fun, right?” Idia’s eyes widened, and he scrambled for words, “I- I didn’t mean…” You stopped swaying abruptly, both of your clasped hands in the air. “Why are you here, Idia?”

A chill went through Idia. “T-To be honest, I didn’t even want to come to this stupid IRL dance,” he rushed out, “TBH Ortho had to make me come ‘cause he told me you’d be here-“ “You didn’t want…?” You cut Idia off, heart dropping. The other dancing couples swirled around you, but all the commotion around you felt like nothing more than idle chatter. Hurt flashed in your eyes, and Idia seemed shocked, which made you angry.

“I guess you wouldn’t want to be friends with someone who’s magicless, especially since you have STYX right?”

Idia’s eyes were wider than the Heartslabyul tea saucers. For once, he didn’t have a smart-ass reply. “Um, what? Obvi, I’m kind of stuck with STYX-” You let go of his hand and took a step back, almost bumping into a waltzing couple. “Yeah, wouldn’t want me to mess things up. Make any bad decisions and all that, right?” You felt your eyes water, despite yourself.

Furiously balling a fist and wiping your eyes, “Since you said we wouldnt work out n’stuff.” Idia suddenly remembered everything he’d muttered to himself, from the moment he’d stormed into the room to when he’d left dejectedly. When he’d made his choice and left before you could even get your word in.

Like a coward.

Idia’s heart pounded but shakingly, he reached a hand out to you. “P-prefect, I-I-!” You dodged the crowd, and ran out of Scarabia. You didn’t look back until you crashed through Ramshackle’s door, raced up the stairs, and fell onto your bed, Grim yelping in surprise as you tried your darndest to forget everything that just happened.

Back in Scarabia, Idia somehow stumbled off the dance floor, staggering to a table and breathing heavily. Mentally he replayed everything that just happened. Ortho floated over to him, “Brother? I don’t understand, why would (name) (last name) not accept your feelings?” Ortho went over the footage when he was observing you both dancing, and frowned.

“My senses indicate that based on their body language, they were upset with you. What happened?” Idia swallowed heavily, “I-I said it wouldn’t work out between us c-cuz they don’t have magic,” he stammered, eyes wide, “a-and STYX and-...” Ortho’s eyes widened, then narrowed, “That shouldn’t be a problem! You know that!”

“I meant for them, Ortho.” Idia sighed heavily, sinking into the chair. “I don’t want them to get hurt. Not when…” his mind wandered to Ortho, before NRC. He fell into deep thought. “In the end, I couldn’t even tell them...” He frowned deeply.

Ortho fell quiet, computing. Idia stared at the table, dejected, until Ortho spoke. “You know (Name) (lastname) doesn’t back down easily from a challenge.” That’s true. From playing games with Idia to taking down overblots, you weren’t someone who ran away when it mattered. Maybe that’s why Idia liked you - you were like the protagonists in animes, who found a way to make the world their own.

“You shouldn’t make (name) (last name)’s decision for them.” Idia looked up at his brother. Ortho continued, head angling to the side, Idia shook his head dejectedly, “it won’t work-”

“Your lil’ bro is right, y’know,” Cater walked over, shaking his hair out with his guitar slung over his shoulder. “Sry, I overheard you two,” Cater could piece together what happened. He did see you blow up at Idia (although he couldn’t hear you), and after spamming your phone with no reply after you ran out, now he had an idea of what was going on. “Y’know, if you didn’t tell them how you felt, then how could you know you were making the right choice?”

Idia looked down. Ortho piped up, “Cater Diamond is right.” Idia shut his eyes, then stood up, hands tightening into fists. Cater jumped back as Idia’s hair flared up bright blue, and the Ignihyde housewarden headed straight to the exit. Ortho called out, “thank you, Cater Diamond!” and floated after Idia, “Brother! Wait!”

“Lets go, Ortho,” Idia’s golden eyes steeled in determination, “I can fix this.”

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A knock on the door jolted you from your reading of Prejudice and Pride.

It was early morning. Somehow, even though it was the weekend and you’d stayed up all night, you still woke up at an ungodly early hour. After being unable to fall asleep (totally not because of Grim’s snoring and sleep-munching) you decided to go to your living room and read. You were sure that you didn’t have a guest coming, so why would…?

You got up and opened the door, expecting Ace or Deuce or something. The annoyed look on your face turned to shock when you saw Idia standing on your porch. In one hand, he held a bouquet of pomegranate-red roses and some flowers you recognized to be asphodel.

You both stared at each other, unwilling to move. “Idia,” you breathed, “why are you here?” Idia shuffled awkwardly, “I wanted to see you.” You crossed your arms, looking around. “Where’s Ortho?” You were sure the little robot boy made his brother come. Otherwise, why would Idia be here? Idia rubbed the back of his neck, “Ortho isn’t here. I… I wanted to see you,” he repeated.

Wordlessly, he thrust the flowers into your arms, and you wrapped your arm around it instinctively. “I- um,” you looked everywhere but Idia, who was staring at the Ramshackle doorway. “Idia,” you cleared your throat, “about what happened-” “Prefect, I… I wanted to apologize.” Your eyes widened, but Idia continued.

“I… I didn’t mean what I said that day.” Idia looked bashful, face turning pink and the ends of his hair turning a deep blush. He kept talking, rambling on and fighting he urge to grab his tablet and let the device speak for him. “I… really like being friends with you.” The words came out quietly from him, and even though he looked like he wanted to sink into his hoodie, Idia didn’t shirk away.

A lump rose in your throat as you didn’t make eye contact with him, instead playing with the flower bouquet, “I like being friends with you too,” you bit your lip, rubbing an asphodel petal, “I like you, Idia.”

Idia’s eyes widened and went rigid. Both his face and his hair went deep pink. Your own eyes widened at the color, and you felt your face grow hot. So that’s what it meant…? Not anger…?Wordlessly, without thinking, you dropped the bouquet. Your body moved on its own, and you flung yourself at Idia, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing your eyes shut.

Idia staggered back from the momentum with a squeak, but wrapped his arms around your torso with an iron grip. You gripped his hoodie tightly, finally understanding what had gone on for so long. Your cheek was pressed against his, and despite the early morning chill, you both felt warm.

High above, Ortho hovered in the distance over the tree canopies from afar. He zoomed in on you and Idia, and behind his face mask, he beamed. In midair, he did a heart-shaped loop-de-loop in happiness, and hovered back to Ignihyde.

After a few minutes, you leaned back in Idia’s arms, the both of you chuckling in happy disbelief. You looked up and saw a little blue streak leaving a smoke trail of a heart, and laughed to yourself. Idia turned around, seeing his brother above, a soft reminiscent look on his face.

“…guess Ortho was right.”

~END

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Fun fact: the beginning is inspired by idia’s school uniform vignette!!!

Me, while writing this: wow Idia and Cater’s dialogue are unique, they’d be hard to write

Also me: *puts both of them in this fic and suffers*

Writing Idia was SO HARD but I hope I managed to get him right-ish. Trying to balance his reactions with the dialogue was hard 😭

anyway thanks for reading~ please leave a comment/reblog!! <3

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🔮CYRUS!🪄 TADC OC INFO/MASTERPOST☆

Name: cyrus

Age: 26 (joined at 20)

Gender: trans ftm

Pronouns: he/him ………………………………….

Likes: magic, wonder, amazement, performing, caring for and watching over the others, talking to his friends, chatting with sun and moon after adventures, writing, mermen, sparkles, going to the beach, rainy days, his MANNNNN (speedy), roses and flowers, romantic movies, sight seeing, sunsets

Dislikes: being alone, silence, thunder, his cards, accepting the future, accepting loss, Jax, mentions of the exit, abstractions, mentions of abstraction, arrogant(selfish, greedy, toxic, ect) people

Personality: Cyrus is a sweet and loving guy, he is always caring for those around him and using his magic to help anyone with their struggles. He is selfless and gentle, being patient with others needs and behaviors. He sees the good in almost anyone but this dosnt means he's oblivious to the bad in the world and its people.

Backstory: As a human he was rather well known, his names was Ciri Princin (pronounced: seer-e, Prince-In), he was a performer/magician. Often hired for birthdays or special events. One day he was reached out to by C&A. They had heard the buzz around Ciri's name and were hosting an opening event for their new headsets. C&A wanted him to test it out in front of their "guests and clients", show how it worked and introduce it to them, all of that, hype it up! after thinking it over he gladly accepted. when the night came he was buzzing, so excited and honored to be able to play such an important role, C&A promised to pay well too. When he got up onto stage and placed the headset on after a lengthy introduction to the headset and himself, it was lights out. one thing he didnt know or get to figure out for himself, was that the "audience" he was infront of, was just C&A staff to convince and trick Ciri into a false sense of security.

!Relationships chart!

!Extras!

has 6 cards (shown on ref and not including my other ocs/friends ocs as this is adjusted at times) that each have vauge almost riddle like explanations of each members futures (in the circus obvi)

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the glass of his crystal balls changes colors to compensate for the lack of expressive facial features.. or any at all:

yellow: happy red: angry orange: hatred green: nausea blue: sadness light blue: worry purple: normal pink: love/flustered/embarrassed gray: null black: depressed/disasosiating white: scared/terrified/surprised

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playlists: Cyrus Speedball (Cyrus and Speedy) Cyrus (opposite au)

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he has been in the circus for the second longest!

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his hobbies include writing, wood carving, and ofc magic

----Now cyrus has magic right? but how far can it really go?---- cyrus's magic info!

!More art!(au vers included)

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 1 year

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Can i request highschool au thoma slowly falling for fem!reader<33 and like their relationship after they got together :D having lunch together on the rooftop of the school.. walking home and studying together TT aaaa im so whipped for thoma 😭

Omg this request is ADORABLE!! I’m so grateful to receive it and I hope I did it justice ♡ and RIGHTFULLY SO you’re whipped for Thoma. Obvi me too I can’t think of anyone who ISN’T! He’s the sweetest ♡

Your Highschool Sweetheart, Thoma ♡

Thoma x fem!reader II Highschool AU!, friends to lovers, fluff!!

Synopsis: You meet the ever-friendly Thoma on your first day at your new school. You two become fast friends but, little do either of you know, you’re both crushing hard. Are you guys ever gonna be able to tell each other your feelings?? We’ll see~

Content Warnings: Drinking games, some public kissing and semi-public kissing. Nothing in poor taste.

Thoma was never prepared for the feelings you would eventually stir in him.

Your friendship began with your transfer into his class. When you entered, you were brought up to the front by the teacher and made to say your name and tell the class something interesting about yourself. You were a nervous wreck, sweating and fumbling over your words.

“Hi everyone…um…I’m [name], and uh…ahem! I like videogames…mostly combat ones? Um…yeah!”

Nailed it.

While the rest of the class dozed off, zoned out, or whispered to each other—appraising the new girl, Thoma watched you intently the whole time, listening to anything he could learn about you!

Thoma was the most friendly guy on campus, and really popular because of how charismatic he was. He seemed to get along with absolutely everyone he met! Part of his charm was his attentiveness to others, so he wanted to get your name right when he introduced himself to you, as well as use your fun fact to relate to you! He always strived to make everyone feel welcome.

After your little spiel came to an end, the teacher looked around for a place to have you sit. Unfortunately, the school had not yet made arrangements for a new student in class, so there were no empty desks. Knowing Thoma was always the dependable, happy-go-lucky welcoming party, the teacher thought he wouldn’t mind if you had a seat at his desk.

“Thoma, will you share your desk with the new student today? She doesn’t have a place to sit.”

“Yeah, totally!” he said, already moving to grab a chair for you and bring it over to his space.

You were completely flushed. Not only did you have to embarrass yourself verbally in front of the class, but you also had to impose on a stranger's space. I mean…he seemed pretty happy about it…but still! You assume he’d like some breathing room. But alas, you had no choice.

You meekly shuffled over to the chair he brought for you and sat down, sliding your backpack under the desk—right up against his. The backpacks mirrored you both, as you were also right up against him, enough so that your thighs were touching under the surface.

You were pretty shy when first meeting people, not to mention rattled from the previous impromptu public speaking, so it was really hard to look up at him. He was also a very cute boy. And you have a habit of flubbing your words and getting all flustered in front of them. You hoped your deodorant was doing its job and covering up the smell of your nervous sweat.

As the teacher began class, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Your gaze met Thoma’s boyish grin, him giving you a little wave. His smile was actually…very grounding for you. It made you feel welcome! So you smiled back and returned his composed wave. He took your response as the go-ahead to introduce himself, so he leaned in close to you and whispered, “Hey! I’m Thoma!”.

Your cheeks turned pink at how close he was to your face, but you responded with an amiable, “Hi, I’m y/n.”

“Well yeah, I know!”

Right. You had already introduced yourself. This is why those public introductions to the class are stupid!!!!

“Your name is really pretty by the way!”

You turned back to him, cheeks reddening even more, his sweet comment taking you out of your embarrassed brooding.

“Oh! Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it.”

At that, you smiled warmly before turning your gaze back to the teacher, not wanting to get into trouble on your first day for talking during class. You…actually think that went very well! Although he was very attractive, he made you feel really comfortable around him, so this class period wasn’t going to be as agonizing as you thought it would be!

Thoma propped up one of his elbows on the desk and rested his head on his hand, gazing at you for a few more seconds before turning back to the teacher himself. He found you pretty adorable; you had a sweet face and pretty eyes, and your pink cheeks just served to add to your cuteness! This was an objective appraisal, of course (no it wasn’t, Thoma.). He wasn’t crushing or anything. Just…noticing. You also seemed really nice! He could tell you were nervous for your first day, so he was resolved that his duty today was to make you feel like you belong!

After the bell rang, signaling the end of your first period, Thoma caught your wrist before you could get up.

“Hey! Are you in room 115 next period?”

“Oh! Um. Yeah!”

“Great! Me too! We’ll walk together! And I’ve got some friends in that class so I’ll make sure to introduce you!”

Before you got the chance to thank him, he was already grabbing both of your backpacks in one hand and toting you out the classroom door.

The rest of your first day went very smoothly, all thanks to Thoma! He introduced you to everyone he knew, talking you up and helping you integrate into the community. There was not a single awkward silence between you two the whole day you spent together—him always filling it with casual conversation. You learned that he was on the basketball team, but that they were in their off season, so he had a couple of months to just relax and enjoy his out-of-school free time! All he had to do was train in the mornings to stay fit for when the season began again. You also learned that his favorite color was red, that his favorite food was miso soup—but that he added a lot of fixings to it that he would just HAVE to make you try later, and that, surprisingly, he really enjoyed cleaning! He said it relaxes him and feels like meaningful work! He also had you sit with him and his friends at lunch, so you wouldn’t have to stress about sitting alone. All of his friends ended up really liking you, regardless of Thoma’s approval. They just so happened to play the same games you do, and were really impressed when you pulled out your phone and showed them the builds and stats you worked so hard to get for your characters.

“No way! You have that character?! I want her soooo bad!”

“Oh my god! That crit rate is INSANE!”

“Do you play Starflight 2?” “Yeah I do!!” “We should totally play sometime!”

Not only did you bond over your love for games, but once you got comfortable, you really came out of your shell and revealed your whole, awesome self! Your flippant jokes had the table ROLLING and your personality was just really enjoyable!

Thoma watched in awe as you blended in so seamlessly, leaving everyone you met with a smile on their face. He was happy he could assist in your introductions so that you could just focus on being your perfect self! And he was even more happy that, by the end of the day, he could call you a friend!

“Hey! Do you want to come over to my place?” He asked as you two were leaving the building after your final period.

“Oh! Yeah sure! What do you wanna do?”

“Let’s game! I’d actually really appreciate it if you could help me with my character builds.”, he chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “Oh! And I've got a really cool co-op game I’ve been dying to try!”

That began the habit of the both of you walking home together after school and gaming at one of your houses. After only a few weeks, both of your parents accepted that their child’s friend was just part of the house now! Often inviting them to stay for dinner, getting to know them better, and inviting them on family outings! They found it very sweet that you and Thoma had gotten so close after such a short while!

You two became the resident duo everywhere you went. If someone was looking for you, they just had to find Thoma, and vise-versa. At parties, you two obliterated drinking games—nobody wanted to play beer pong with you guys anymore, with you two cackling as you made up dumb names for your “special attacks”.

“LIGHTNIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG STRIKE!”, you yelled, making an over-the-top pose while Thoma clutched his side, wheezing, and everyone else in the room rolled their eyes. Baffled shouts and groans filled the room as you actually landed your ping pong ball in the other team’s cup. You two knew your poses and names was stupid, but that made it hilarious!

When his basketball season started back up, you had less after-school time together, but it was always your house that he ran to after practice ended—no matter how tired he was or how much he wanted to crash in bed from exhaustion. Speaking of basketball, you went to every single one of his games without fail. You even bought a couple of pom poms to wave around and scream for him at his games—you were his #1 fan!

You two would go on little outings together on the weekends—trips to the mall, the beach, the park, even lame stuff like grocery shopping. You’d hold on to his arm while you walked, before darting away to some object that grasped your attention, animatedly showing it to him and smiling. He found it so endearing.

He’d often catch the warm feeling in his chest or the stumble of his heart rate when he gazed at you for a little too long. When he found himself enjoying your smile a little too much. He’d notice, then suddenly go red in the face, gulping as he quickly averted his gaze from you. You two were friends. Really good friends! He didn’t want to mess that up or make you uncomfortable. He…didn’t want to lose you. He didn’t want to lose his other half. So he tried his very best to keep his emotions in check.

Little did he know, you were doing the exact same thing. You’d find yourself gazing at him softly when he fell asleep on your couch after practice while you two had been watching TV. You’d find yourself carding a hand through his fluffy, blonde hair, before catching yourself and snatching it away. When you realized just how much holding onto his arm during your outings made your heart palpitate, you tried to stop doing it. But either you would subconsciously latch on to it when you felt a little anxious, or he would ask why you weren’t holding onto him like you usually do, and you would have to grip your hands around his bicep once again, making you both blush and look away from each other—hoping the other wouldn’t notice how much they themself enjoyed the exchange.

You two were so oblivious.

Soon your friend’s excited looks at one another, silently pointing out how obvious the duo’s crushes on each other were, became bored stares—frustrated that neither of you were catching on. Were you both BLIND?!

Even your parents noticed. One night, once Thoma had left after joining your family for dinner, your mom asked, “Y/N…are you sure that Thoma doesn’t have a crush on you?”

“What?! Me and Thoma are friends!”

“Yes but…are you sure you don’t have a crush on him?”

“Ugh! I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” you huffed, retreating to your room.

Thoma’s mom had the literal same conversation with him that night.

Your moms were talking.

They both knew.

So now that literally everyone except you two caught on to your feelings for one another, how the hell were you two actually going to get together? With the way you both were going, you couldn’t just stay friends forever.

The reality of this impending deadline of your friendship was really starting to set in as Valentine’s Day steadily approached.

Thoma gave himself a strong talking to, and decided he was going to ask you out! I mean…friends can spend Valentine’s Day together, right?

“Right!”, you agreed. You’d be Thoma’s completely platonic Valentine!

That’s why you spent two hours getting all dolled up before the time he set to pick you up. That’s why he pulled two all nighters trying to plan the perfect Valentine’s Day date to take you on.

Your not-date started with him picking you up at ten. When you opened the door, he couldn’t prevent the breathless “wow” from escaping his lips. You looked absolutely radiant in that cute little dress of yours, and your makeup made your face look so kissable! He wanted your glitter lip gloss to paint his face, his brush of choice being your pillowy lips. Oh crap. No!!!, he shook those impure thoughts from his head like a wet dog. This date was going to be a tough one—with the way you looked, he couldn’t keep his hungry gaze off of you.

Thoma took you for a walk in the park as your first activity. Before you reached for his arm yourself, he already took your hand and placed it in your usual spot, making your cheeks dust pink. You two chatted like you usually did, but this time, you both were trying to pull your eyes off of each other’s lips and failing miserably. You found your heart thundering at the wish for Thoma to just lean in and kiss you. But…he didn’t feel that way about you. So you just had to put it out of your mind.

At the end of your stroll, he had a small bouquet of your favorite color flowers waiting for you. How thoughtful of him! What a good friend! You grasped them tightly in your hands and held them close to your heart, looking up at him and thanking him sweetly. He would kill to see that doe-eyed expression on your face again. He was practically melting.

He then took you out for dango—your shared favorite snack. You two picked it up, then he walked you both to the beach to enjoy it on a bench so that you could watch the waves crash before you. As he told you about how he wanted to come stargaze on the beach with you sometime, you grew a little tired, so you rested your head on his shoulder with a happy sigh escaping your lips. He was gonna go insane. The sweet sound of your breath and the way you nuzzled into his shoulder, he just couldn’t handle it. So he put a stop to it by gently grabbing your jaw—with the intention of moving it away. But once it was in his hand, he couldn’t resist the urge to bring it to him—gently closing his eyes and placing his lips on yours. You immediately, fervently, kissed him back; your hands found their way into his hair, bringing him even closer to you as he brought his hands down to pull you in by your waist. The whole exchange came as a shock to both of you—but neither of you were unhappy about it. You two sat there making out for a very long time, only stopping when you both had to catch your breath.

For once, there was dead silence between the both of you.

You both just stared wide-eyed at one another, expressions asking, Did that really just happen? Did I do that? Did you do that? Did you like it????

Then you two jumped right back in. After all this waiting, you finally kissed! So you’ll BOTH be damned if it ends there. For many more minutes on that bench, you two kissed like Thoma had just come back from war. You then altogether skipped the next activity he had planned in lieu of running back to his empty house so that you could kiss MORE (you both mentally thanked his parents for going out of town for Valentine’s Day).

A successful platonic Valentine’s Day for sure. Good job you two.

After you both had your fill, and Thoma’s face was covered in your lipgloss (just like he wanted ♡), you had a long talk about your feelings for one another. Both of you were really hesitant to admit it, but after sucking face for two hours, it was pretty much unavoidable. You can’t explain that one away as “just friend stuff”. You were both shocked to hear that the other one had a crush on you for so agonizingly long. You’re telling me we could’ve gotten together ages ago?!?!? Why didn’t you say anything?!? Why didn’t you say anything!!!! WHY DIDN’T EITHER OF US SAY ANYTHING!!!!!

Needless to say, the next day at school, when you both showed up holding hands and excitedly announcing to your friend group that you two were a couple now, no one was surprised.

“Finally.”

“We were this close to just handling your confessions ourselves.”

“Thank god you morons finally figured it out.”

Your newfound relationship was a lot like your friendship—except you both could do all of the affectionate, romantic things you’ve been dreaming of since you first met. Thoma could lovingly squeeze the hand that was wrapped around his arm as you two ran your errands together. He could kiss you goodnight every night before you left his house. He could tell you how beautiful you are, how he loves the sparkle of your eyes, that they’ve always enchanted him.

You could happily and comfortably pet his head when he shamelessly crashes in your lap after his practices. You scouted our private make out spots on campus to limit your PDA but still get your kisses in throughout the day. Thoma had found a way up onto the school roof, taking you there during your lunch periods. He would pick you up and sit you down on some outdoor machinery box up there and hold you to him by your thighs as he pressed soft, sweet kisses onto your lips, saying, “I’m so happy you’re finally mine”.

The day of every big game of his, you would decorate his locker with glitter and tinsel and handwritten notes, then yell your head off in the bleachers that night—now cheering for your boyfriend.

You two were so very deeply in love, having been so close for so long. You knew everything about each other, and still you couldn’t get enough! The other one has always been your favorite and most dependable companion, and now, you were all his and he was all yours ♡

#thoma x reader #thoma x you #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #thoma fluff #thoma genshin #thoma genshin impact #genshin impact thoma #thoma x y/n #thoma x fem!reader #genshin impact x reader

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saturnniines · 7 months

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Hey hey, I’ve been a malevolent fan for awhile, but only recently got into the fandom. I saw (and loved) some art of yours. But was wondering what is faroeverse? Obvi it’s about Faroe but is it a fic or? Thanks!

thank you so much !!!

Faroeverse is an AU! The most basic summary of it would be: Faroe lives, Arthur Doesn’t.

Basically, Faroe takes the role of Arthur and ends up with her own fragment of the King in Yellow: Jane Doe!

The AU has a lore masterdoc (pretty much compiling all the discord messages lol) + some really cool fics on ao3 under the Faroeverse tag!

I have written a few fics for the AU!

This one is a pretty good introduction to Faroe and Jane’s dynamic while also exploring Jane’s relationship with gender! 🏳️‍⚧️

I also have an ongoing multi-chapter fic (…that I will hopefully update soon. 🫠) that takes place in “season 3” of Faroeverse.

TLDR; Faroe makes a deal with Kayne that results in John and Jane swapping timelines. Angst ensues :)

#juno says silly things #faroeverse #malevolent podcast #faroe lester #malevolent au #malevolent fanfic #juno writing!

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raraeavesmoriendi · 11 months

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dast-pilled tinfoil hat speculation about last voyage of the demeter below:

(written when my adhd meds have worn off a fair amount so like reader beware)

alright, I’m cobbling together few different adaptations/timelines of dracula here so bear with me

obviously we’re not doing this movie strictly by the book (pun v much intended). we’re taking the log entries from the novel and running with it (which is. just how Adaptation Theory works, I know. but hang on.)

the introduction of new characters/fleshing out of people who were just barely named in the novel got me thinking about how in the lugosi/villarías simultaneous films in 1931, which were in turn based off the 1924 hamilton deane stage play (revised by balderson in ‘27 but w/e), renfield is present on the demeter. he is part of the journey as drac is picking off the crew one by one, instead of just waiting and growing more agitated at whitby, and it’s highly implied in the 30s films that it’s this trip that sent him fully over the edge into the manic state we see him in for the rest of the film.

this big reveal at the end of the journey, his discovery as the lone survivor of the ship by a horrified crowd, is a moment that was heavily referenced (beautifully, I would argue) in the recent nicholas hoult film, in which I think he knocked his dwight frye impression out of the fucking park.

(top: frye in 1931, bottom: hoult in 2023. again I say: goddamn!!!)

(not pictured: pablo álvarez rubio, who played renfield in the spanish language drácula filmed on the same sets during the same period but only at night IIRC bc Studio Racism to put it v bluntly, and who I honestly think was almost more horrifying in his manic laugh moment than frye.)

but so the thing I’m getting at, here, is there is room for a little… creative wiggle room, in just who turns out to be onboard this boat in this upcoming movie.

so I watched the trailer today while I was sitting around waiting for the new insidious (which imho was good if you like the franchise but that’s another post), and as someone who was already stoked for this movie and then got More Stoked when dast was cast, I found something kind of… interesting.

he’s really not featured in it a lot.

I mean I didn’t have a stopwatch out or anything, but in the most recent trailer, we maybe get a couple quick closeups of his face looking Alarmed/Concerned. but comparatively, we do get more footage of other crew members getting menaced/hunted/stalked/mauled.

so I was like “okay, maybe this is like the boogeyman, where he did a lot of press for it and then [spoiler].” so I went and checked imdb just to see what was up:

…he’s fourth billed.

so clemens is obvi the protagonist, anna seems to have a lot of lore to talk about in the trailer so she might be around as a key member, and then obviously the captain bc he’s our main point of view in the novel through his logs, IIRC. and there isn’t anyone else in the cast blatantly named “renfield.”

this does raise the question of “why is renfield using an alias and disguising himself as a deckhand to travel with drac” but then again, if I came onboard a ship and was openly associated with mysterious giant boxes of earth as cargo, and then something began fucking picking people off one by one when it got peckish, people would probably figure out there’s something fairly fishy about me and my giant fucking Dirty Boxes p quick. and in the ‘30s versions, the chapter was really presented as more a montage with some voiceover IIRC, only revealing renfield in the hold at the very end.

so what is dast doing in that particular spot if he’s just playing Some Guy? and why is he billed higher than dracula himself, javier botet? (whom I must add I adore from many things, and is one of my favorite Creature Guys next to the man himself, doug!)

(he’s like - eighth or ninth I think? and I get that he’s not billed v high bc we want to keep his onscreen presence fairly minimal to be properly scary, but in a film that’s ostensibly about dracula, it does make me wonder about the significance of the other characters listed before him.)

now look, I could be totally wrong on this - dast is also fourth billed in the boogeyman on imdb, and if you’ve seen it - well, You Know. but still! I don’t think this is totally impossible here!

bc he’s also been plugging an interview he did with botet in this month’s upcoming issue of Fangoria, which has LVoD as its cover

(I haven’t got my copy yet so I can’t confirm what all’s in there)

and one with horrorhound to boot:

so like! Idk! I could just really really want this to be the case, and the movie marketing team knows dast has a reasonably sized fanbase they can use to plug the movie to (me being a perfect case in point).

but I’m just saying… it’s not impossible we might get a second or third act plot twist that ends with dast having his own hysterical laughter closeup at the bottom of the deck stairs, yknow??

(god, that would be so rad. as a fellow horror nerd I would legit be so excited for him to get to have his own version of one of Thee Big Moments in film history.)

anyway, if anyone’s read anything somewhere that shoots this down, please feel free to lmk so I can adjust my expectations accordingly. I think I’m going to go back through the original chapter and see if there’s a Wojchek I happened to totally forgor (and not the historic bear I already associate with the name).

do with this what you will, maybe I’m totally delulu but I did at least want to bring up the possibility bc if I’m right that would just be the coolest shit in the world, imho.

also watch the old 30s movies if you can find them — they usually have cheap dvds of them at walmart during spooky season, in my experience, or try your local library. the lugosi version is iconic, but the villarías never got the recognition it deserved imho.

#last voyage of the demeter #david dastmalchian #renfield #dracula #dracula 1931 #dracula daily spoilers #(bc this technically applies???)#in which I nerd out about dracula adaptations bc that is A Huge Scholarly Interest

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fruityymff · 7 months

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I’M NEW BE NICE…

HII um I got Tumblr a while ago and I forgot about it but I kinda wanna post my stuff here if anyone’s interested ^.^ A specialty I have is that I draw a bunch of OC art, and I love talking and learning about others as well, so mutual me UPP! I’ll probably dump a buncha doodles I already posted on my socials… 😭

(BTW GO FOLLOW ME THERE TOO!! my tiktok is @bolsadefrutas & @fruityymff on insta :D)

A bit of an introduction

I’m a MINOR!!! So don’t be weird

An artist, if that isn’t obvi enough

I’m bilingual! I speak both Spanish (first language) and English, but I am learning Portuguese! I can understand most words though, I just have to learn it for myself if I want to speak in correct sentences :3

SOY MEXICANA!! 🇲🇽 Born and raised

A little fun fact about me I used to be in choir in 7th grade and I sing from time to time, so I guess I sing as well? Definitely not sharing anytime soon though

BASIC DNI LIST: no bigotry, zionism, proship, incest, dreamsmp, etc. I don’t like y’all 🤦🏽‍♀️😭

But I’ll leave some tags below of the things I enjoy, so if you like the things I like we may as well become mutuals, no? ★ Bonus points if you’re latino/a poc

#kny #rdr2 #tmnt #spiderman #atsv #itsv #charles smith #i really like charles smith #eagle flies #no one talks about him #south park #artist #ocs #fruityymff #i really like my ocs

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ineffablymanic · 8 months

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@noneorother your The Metatron manipulation meta series drove me slightly insane so I wrote these notes last night while half delirious from sleep before I forgot them. I would've sent you a msg or ask but alas those were blocked so here's a post instead (warning S2/S3 speculation spoilers down below):

Before the Beginning

Did The Metatron make Aziraphale fly to Crowley? To introduce them, to make Aziraphale see how lovely angel Crowley was? To crave how happy he used to be?

Job

Crowley had a written permission directly from God to cause destruction. Aziraphale had NO reason to be there and act all high and mighty… Unless The Metatron planted him there

After revealing the crow-goats, Aziraphale notes he knew the angel Crowley had been, playing into The Metatron's pocket, pointing out his (heavenly) goodness

The ox rib scene, while it may have superficially counted as a temptation, it was an event that strengthened their mutual trust

Together they fooled the angels and saved Jobs kids. Crowley refuses to take Aziraphale to Hell, even after he disobeyed the Heavenly Plan and lied to his siblings. Once again making Aziraphale wonder why this demon had Fallen in the first place

Edinburgh

Like you said, the Edinburgh flashback didn't have that dramatic introduction. I'm guessing it didn't need manipulation, Crowley went overboard with his good deeds and got punished for it, the unfairness of which Aziraphale recalls, horrified, in a later scene.

1941

Why did they go to the club? The day was long and stressful enough, almost getting blown up in a church. Why didn't Crowley just fuck off when the bottles were broken, who the fuck cares? Aziraphale saw his chance to pay back to him, sure. Crowley was truthful and encouraging his magic act skills, and they strengthened their bond of trust even more.

This is super duper far fetched, but I thought the Nazi zombies were way too decomposed if their bodies were just a few hours old. Their limbs shouldn't have fallen off. Obvi it could've been just for the comedic effect, or... Did The Metatron plant them, too? And the effects of Hell took their toll in the replays? Aziraphale sucks at sleight of hand. How many repeats it took for him to manage hide the picture?

I'm hypothesizing The Metatron went through all this effort to make Aziraphale truly believe that not only did Crowley deserve to be restored as an Angel, but that it could be allowed and possible, he's Too Good to be a Demon. And now he has one experience where he has saved Crowley from Hell's punishment, so in future he may feel that same rush of hope again.

These things just came to mind, some curious and odd stuff. My deduction skills are insignificant nor do I have the education in media literacy so I live vicariously through all the talented meta miners who dig up all the clues and references this lovely show has to offer. I commend thee 🫡

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens meta #manic rambles #i'm just happy i'm not alone with my brain rot

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wildestdreamcatcher · 1 year

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A short little introduction to Seirra Archambeau

she's a leo!

Her and Isaiah met because they're both tennis players, she loves tennis but unlike Isaiah she didn't really wanna go into it professionally

Instead She got her major in botany but went into nursing school after

She's a full time nurse and loves her job sm\

As a nursing school student she is a little bitchy but its usually never to be mean, she's just kinda snarky and sarcastic and it goes over peoples hed most of the time

She really cares about Isaiah when they broke up she knew they'd get back together (cuz theyre soulmates obvi) but she knew if she made him stick with her that he wouldnt be happy

She uses pintrest to plan every part of her life, her wedding, her baby room, party outfits, all her birthday parties, etc.

She very much has the college student style (university sweater, lululemon, yoga pants) but shes hot so shes allowed to be basic

massive swifte

Has a very close relationship with her Dad but not as close with he rmom

I love Seirra!!! She seems so cool!!!

#eesa ⭐👾🫶🏽🤩#seirra archambeau #eesa's ocs

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restlesscrybaby · 1 year

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SSOOO I'm making a Welcome Home oc...

BASED OFF MY FAV ANIMAL :33 ( I'm making one for my other fav animal !! )

This is a W.I.P.

Read his form below!!

Introduction

First Name: Wallace ( hehe reference no one shall get. )

Last Name: Walrus.

Nickname: Waller or just Walrus!

Gender: Male.

Age: ???

Species: Walrus puppet.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

Birthday: December 23rd, year unknown.

Life Story: Upon moving into the neighborhood, he planned to set up his bank there. As with other towns he had went too, he never got too far! But, now, he did! He runs the little bank in the town, however it's not.. Even really a bank! Instead of actual money, which yes is at the bank ( but we are using cartoon logic rn ), he prefers snacks such as fish or oysters! He'll use them as pay, preferably.

Appearance

( I'll be drawing him sometime- )

Eye Color(s): In order to make it more kid friendly, he was given softer eyes, more pink instead of the red of a regular walrus. However, in some art, he's depicted ( when angry ) with beaming red eyes! His eyes take up most of his white parts, but you could see them!

Hair Color: He doesn't have hair. He only have light little patches of fuzz, almost like peach fuzz!

Highlights: ??

Hair Style(s): ??

Skin tone: To combine with the idea he's a walrus, he has a dark brown, leaning to gray-ish skintone.

Body type: Hes a rather big guy! I mean, male walruses weigh about or over a ton.

Height: In the show and art, he was depicted standing at a whopping 7ft tall, ( 5 off the natural height! )

Weight: Again, about or over a ton. However, his puppet was only slightly more weighted due to the mechanics of how his eyes and mouth moved.

About him/her

Personality: He's rather balanced out compared to the others in the neighborhood. However, he does have a temper that's easy to set off! He doesn't calm down quick. Yet, he's quick to run from danger if he's given the chance, don't test him. Sometimes being big doesn't help.

Good Habit(s): He has an amazing habit of finishing work before playtime, which is typically what he would teach kids and help kids with. He also has amazing self control when it comes to certain things!

Bad habit(s): However, his self control over his favorite seafood isn't easy to ignore. Or is the urge to take a swim when he can. He acts easy on impulse, yet he's also very 'do it my way' kind of smartass. He also, when running away from danger instead of striking ( which running is better in our sense ), commonly causes some kind of stampede due to his size. Follow the leader?

Like(s): Swimming, his seafood, math, and etc I'll decide more on.

Dislike(s): polar bears [ shudder ], and etc I'll decide more on!

Hobbies: He really likes to swim. Obvi.

Allergies: N/A

Fear(s): N/A ( Unknown. )

Strength(s): ( UNKNOWN )

Weakness(es): ( UNKNOWN )

Special Powers/Abilities: N/A

Weapon(s): His tusks tbh.

Extra: :3

Talents and Dreams

Ambition/dream: To become a billionaire! Money, money, money!

Occupation/Job: He is the banks owner and worker. Only worker.

Best Class(es): ??

Worst Class(es): ??

Family and Friends

Parent(s): Unknown. ( haven't made yet. )

Sibling(s): None.

Relative(s): Unknown.

Best Friend(s): Yknow. The gang, but Poppy.

Friend(s): The gang

Crush(es): Unknown.

Pet(s): N/A

Rival(s): N/A (

Enemy: N/A ( People tbh )

Extra

Scent: He smells rather salty, like the ocean, yet he's coated in cologne to hide that.

Blood type: Unknown.

Outfit(s): Hes often shown wearing a monocle over one of his eyes, a tiny black top hat, and a suit. He often has a cane that he holds with his flippers.

Accessories: Top hat and monocle + cane! ( not of use just for decoration )

Makeup: None.

Scars: None.

Tattoo(es): None.

Jewelry: ( UNKNOWN. )

Piercing(s): ( UNKNOWN )

Favorites

Theme Song/Quote: 'Tusk' by Fleetwood Mac.

Favorite Food(s): Oysters!

Favorite Drink(s): Tea.

Favorite Color(s): Purple.

Favorite Animal(s): Walruses :3

Favorite Number: 35,000

Favorite Season(s): Winter :3

Favorite Holiday(s): None.

Favorite Time of Day: Evening.

Theme: ????

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THIS IS A HUGE W.I.P. SO :3c

#reillyposts #welcome home puppet show #welcome home #welcome home arg #ocs #oc wip #work in progress

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vro0m · 2 years

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vro0m’s rewatch - 91/301

2012 Australian GP

Alriiiight 2012 here we go!

Disclaimer for this season. It turns out that I only have the footage of the race for a lot of the GPs (no build-up, no post-race content) so there will be way less GIFs unfortunately. I will let you know for each of these reviews if there are GIFs or not. THIS ONE HAS GIFS.

Let’s start by reviewing the changes from 2011.

Lotus became Caterham

Renault became Lotus (? honestly wtf)

Virgin became Marussia

Williams switched back to Renault engines

At Lotus (so Renault, right?), Petrov and Senna were replaced by Raikkonen and Grosjean

Petrov eventually replaced Trulli at Caterham (so Lotus, yeah?) and Senna went to Williams as Barrichello retired

Hulkenberg rejoined Force India with Di Resta as Sutil left the team and OMG. Sutil was later sued for “grievous bodily harm” for assaulting a Renault team member with a glass in a Chinese club after the GP in 2011

Toro Rosso got rid of Alguersuari and Buemi who were replaced by Ricciardo and JEV

De la Rosa and Karthikeyan rejoined F1 at HRT

Pic replaced D’Ambrosia at Marussia

On the regulations side :

The whole exhaust gas/diffuser/downforce thing that created much controversy in 2011 was settled with a complete ban of the practice

Minor changes to nose height and stuff like that

No more joker gearbox change : until then it was possible to change the gearbox once without penalty during the season, but they changed it to them being allowed to change the gearbox only once every 5 races

Use of helium in air guns for the pit stops was banned : it made the process quicker but it was too expensive for the gains

Pirelli ameliorated their tyres

Reintroduction of the rule stating lapped cars can unlap themselves under Safety Car before the restart (🥲)

Introduction of the 4-hour race rule after the 2011 Canadian GP lasting a historical record of 04h04mn39s

Deactivation of the DRS under yellow flags following incidents during the season

Now onto the race.

It's a Mclaren front row! Yesss. Seb is only 6th? Webber 5th. Schumacher 4th. GROSJEAN IS 3RD WHAT. It's Lewis on pole 💜.

Formation lap

Nicole is there with Lewis' mom. Remember that at the end of last season Lewis talked about not having his loved ones around like Jenson did and how it affected him (and also he was single back then but hey).

And they're racing!

The two Mclarens are wheel to wheel into turn one but Jenson takes the lead! Three cars went wide and the back and someone spun. Behind Lewis is Schumacher then Rosberg who overtook Seb and Grosjean slid back into 6th. And Seb overtakes Nico for 5th again. Maldonado makes contact with Grosjean who ends up in the gravel. DNF.

Hulkenberg also had to retire and Maldonado just went through the gravel himself. Seb is closing on Schumacher. Oooh he missed a corner and went through the grass. And Nico attacks him! And Alonso is attacking nico! A couple of laps later Seb has pulled away a bit and Alonso is on Rosberg's back but he also goes wide slightly.

Oh and this time it's the other way around, Schumacher went wide and Seb is ahead. He might be having problems. He's slowed a lot. Rosberg is up in fourth now but maybe not for long as Alonso is exactly 0.3 seconds behind him. Ahead are still Jenson and Lewis with a 3.3 second gap between them and a 10 seconds gap to Seb now in 3rd, then. But Seb very quickly starts to close that gap.

15 laps in there's been a number of pit stops in the midfield and at the back already. Oh it’s weird to see VER in the graphics it took me a long time to understand who that was. But it's Vergne obvi.

Seb has already reduced the gap to Lewis to 6.5 seconds. Jenson pits from the lead. Redbull responds with Seb who goes out just in front of Alonso who's already pitted. That might be interesting. Now the only two who haven't pitted in the top 10 are Lewis and Raikkonen, who's currently third. Lewis comes in. Aww so of course Jenson is ahead. Raikkonen is also ahead by very little but he's gonna pit anyway. However, more problematic is Lewis is now behind Perez. Somehow.

There's a queue behind Vergne's Toro Rosso and it’s a problem. But Alonso passed him and it won't be long until Rosberg and Webber do too. Lewis is only 0.5 seconds behind Perez, he must be able to overtake him, come on. Ahhh of course Perez hasn't pitted yet either. It doesn't change the fact that Lewis needs to overtake him to catch up on Jenson who's already 10 seconds ahead. Finally Lewis overtakes him! Seb is right there though omg. Seb also overtakes Perez.

So Jenson is still in the lead, Lewis +11s., Seb +1.8s. Eesh.

Alonso preying on Perez now. He keeps these big names at bay pretty well I will say. But here it goes, Alonso is ahead. And Rosberg is through too. It's Webber's turn. Meanwhile Lewis is losing time on Jenson while Seb is gaining on him. Jenson says he's picked up some rubber so there's vibration but he didn't lock up. It slows him down very slightly. Okay okay now Lewis is doing it, he's getting closer to Jenson and away from Seb, great job!

Halfway through while there's stuff I don't really care about going on in the midfield, Lewis is 9.5s. behind Jenson while Seb is 2.3s. behind him.

Oh ho, there's a Toro Rosso going through sand in bad shape but we're back on Webber trying to overtake Rosberg. Well he pits anyway.

Now Lewis is losing on Jenson again as Seb is closing on him. I zoned out for a few laps ngl. Jenson pits from the lead. And Lewis also! Great job from the mechanics. In the meantime Petrov has stopped on the main straight. Safety Car. Seb pits and is out, unfortunately ahead of Lewis. Webber and Maldonado who also pitted are now behind him though.

Okay so as I said before, 2012 is the year they implemented the lapped cars can overtake under safety car rule. And they're doing it now. Of course it's a problem at the moment because they're not used to it so the cars are weaving while being overtaken by the lapped cars and it's dangerous. Brundle doesn't like this rule, he thinks the leaders being as good as they are the should have to get through backmarkers and showcase what they can do. It's part of being a racing driver or whatever. Ted says contrary to what Brundle is saying Charlie told him it would only take one supplementary lap to do anyway. Ah, Kovalainen DNF. Safety Car in...

And here we go, good restart from Jenson. Lewis is chasing Seb. Jenson is already taking off. DRS for Lewis... It's on. Senna and Massa touched, they both have a puncture. Well Lewis is not overtaking Seb. I'm a bit perplexed by his driving this race. Is the car not good enough even though Jenson is comfortably ahead or is he just not fighting very hard?

Oop, Maldonado hit the wall in the last lap.

And it's the end of the race.

So Jenson, Seb, Lewis.

It's good because it seems the McLarens' pace is better this year but we'll see what Lewis' mindset is this time around, I'm not convinced by his attitude yet.

He seems mildly enthusiastic at best on the podium lol

Lewis starts the press conference by congratulating Jenson and the team. It was a bit of a tough day but there's plenty of races ahead he'll just keep his head down. It's still a positive for the team, they have good pace.

Later on, Mackenzie says we all know that nothing less than a win satisfies him. It was obviously a rough race, he says, but again congratulations to Jenson, it would have been good to get a 1-2 but it wasn't the day for him.

Why? He really doesn't know. He just struggled out there and had a bad start. He'll refocus, there's plenty of opportunities ahead and the championship is about consistency so that's what they're focused on. Mackenzie asks what confidence he can take in the fact that he got pole and a podium this weekend which by anyone's standard is pretty good. "It's okay" he smiles.

"It’s pretty poor standards compared to... Someone's else..." and he makes a head movement in Jenson's direction.

He's always so hard on himself.

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