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Better Together

Series: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Hajime Kokonoi x Reader x Seishu Inui Word count: 5.4k Genre/ContentTags: Not Safe For Worms - threesome, group sex, petname of choice is princess, afab female reader, she/her pronouns used, finger sucking, deepthroating, throat fucking, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, pussy eating, oral sex, spit roasting, nipple play, tiddy smacking, spit roasting kind of, cum eating, like multiple instances of it, all on koko’s part, no fisting but we do get up to 4 fingies here, double handjob, just bros being homies stroking each other’s dicks at the same time, double penetration (same hole), creampie, multiple creampies actually, fluff near the end, lots of hints at poly dynamics

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**MINORS DNI || 18+ ONLY**

Summary: Just another typical evening for anyone romantically or sexually involved with Hajime Kokonoi and/or Seishu Inui.

In the final timeline, you and Koko are in an established relationship. You both also happen to have it bad for Inupi. How many times do you have to call him over after work for him to take the hint?

A/N: Welp. Here's the fic I've been sitting on since May. I bit the bullet and edited it myself. As much as I've gone back and forth with myself on this one, I am quite proud of it, but maybe that's just because so many of my biggest kinks are in here.

Bone Apple Teeth, my friends. I hope it was worth the wait.

The nights when your boyfriend wasn’t stuck at the office late were always your favorites. It meant extra time to spend alone together – or with friends.

Koko and Inupi had been practically inseparable since childhood, something that made itself well evident when they were in a room together. But ever since you and Koko had gotten romantically involved, Inupi would be more reserved, unless placed in the right situation.

At first it had started as a one-time thing. Inupi had managed to drag the two of you out to the motor shop before a TK&KO event so he could show off his latest restoration. You had to admit, it was indeed a sick-looking bike, and how could you turn him down when he offered a ride?

Koko thought you were insane for getting on that thing with Inupi, especially in the gown he’d gotten for you to wear tonight. He changed his tune when you came back from your lap around the block, looking at how pretty you looked with your arms wrapped around Inupi like that, and how sexy it was when you took off the helmet and shook out your hair.

“You next, Koko?” Inupi asked.

“No chance in hell. Besides, we have somewhere to be,” Koko protested.

“Aw, but Hajime, you’d look so cool,” you pouted at him. Curse you for knowing his weakness.

“We’re late enough as it is.”

“Bet I can get you there faster,” said Inupi, joining in your peer-pressuring.

Koko sighed.

“Fine. But you are going in the car. We don’t need three people on this death trap.”

Koko’s driver tailed behind them, and you watched as they zipped through traffic. You could tell without looking very closely that Koko was clinging onto Inupi for dear life. If you listened hard enough, you just might have even been able to hear him screaming.

But when you met them at your destination, there was a look in Koko’s eyes you couldn’t quite place. Something wild and energetic in a way that you didn’t often see from him. He was clearly still catching his breath, but he felt so alive. He was too old for this adrenaline junkie shit, he would tell himself, and if anything, the bodily reaction it had in him was proof.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, he’d kissed Inupi. He was shocked, not knowing what had come over him, and looked at you frantically and apologetically. For whatever reason, it hadn’t even fazed you. If anything, it made you want to try it too.

One thing led to another, and needless to say, you missed the party that night.

And ever since that night, everything just felt more right, more complete when Inupi was in the mix.

Koko had been worried that you’d feel like he was pressuring you into a dynamic you hadn’t signed up for, but on the contrary, Inupi undeniably brought something special to the relationship that you hadn’t even realized was missing until him being there opened your eyes. Koko’s mind was put at ease once you started asking to invite Inupi over as well.

And that was how you wound up with nights like these.

It all started with, “…what time does Seishu get done at the shop?” and a text message sent at 9 PM sharp.

Inupi didn’t take long at all arriving at your place, and the next thing you knew, the three of you were in the bedroom, fully nude.

It was all a blur, really, and all your mind registered was the cool air of the room against your bare chest, the plush bed beneath you – the edge of which your head hung back over – and the pairs of hands exploring your body. You could feel Koko’s adoring gaze on you as his fingers, gentle as ever, danced along your collarbone, up your neck, and tracing your jawline before arriving at their destination, thumbing over your lips. Eagerly, you took his thumb into your mouth, sloppily wrapping your tongue around it. He gave an approving hum before pressing down on your tongue, guiding you to open your mouth wider for him.

“It’s alright, princess. Relax for me, yeah?” he said soothingly.

You nodded.

Relaxing was easier said than done, however, especially when the other set of hands in the mix were busying themselves toying with your pussy. Inupi was always careful with you initially – after all, you were Koko’s girl, he was worried he’d overstep some boundary. Generally speaking, he’d gotten bolder the more often you three had nights like this, he still was always frustratingly gentle at the start.

As Koko brought the ruddy tip of his cock to your lips, already dribbling precum, you gave him a few kitten licks and a soft kiss before wrapping your mouth around it. You shut your eyes and took in as much air as you could through your nose, letting the tension leave your shoulders, neck, and jaw while he slowly worked his cock further into your mouth.

“Good,” Koko purred, smoothly thrusting into your mouth, slightly deeper each time.

You knew he was more concerned than you were when it came to using your mouth for his own pleasure. He was well aware that he had a tendency to lose control when your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock so nicely and your throat so invitingly drew him in. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you by being too rough.

It would fit, though. You knew it would. You’d done it before, and you’d do it again, and Koko trusted that you’d let him know if he needed to stop. But no matter how much you choked, you weren’t tapping out any time soon.

As Koko worked on retraining your throat, Inupi was laying between your legs, with his soft, blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail as he rested his cheek on your thigh while his fingers stroked your labia, his calloused fingertips just missing your entrance with each motion. The anticipation was killing you. You could practically sense the little smile on his face when he began peppering gentle pecks along your inner thigh as he finally sank a finger into you.

You whined, or at least you tried to, and Koko put a hand on your neck when you did, sighing at the sensation of your throat tightening around him, finally fully sheathing himself. He was trying to breath as deeply and steadily as he could, but, fuck, you felt like a dream.

“Still doing okay down there?”

You nodded. Kind of.

“Is Inupi going too slow again?” he teased, making eye contact with Inupi and sticking his tongue out, in signature fashion.

You nodded again, making some sort of noise of agreement.

“Well, excuse me for being cautious,” said Inupi, promptly adding a second finger to your needy cunt, already aching for more.

Koko smoothed his thumb over your neck as whatever sound you tried to make died upon meeting the blockage that was his dick in your throat. He pushed in harder, his pelvis pressing against your chin, and held you there for a moment before pulling back, and slowly repeating the motion. You took him so smoothly he wasn’t worried you’d have trouble with him picking up the pace. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to brace yourself in holding onto his leg, and began working up to his usual bruising pace.

As Koko picked up speed, Inupi’s teasing pecks up your thighs turned to open-mouthed kisses leading closer and closer to where his fingers were hard at work stroking your pliant walls.

Before he let himself taste the nectar directly from its source, he withdrew his digits, bringing them to his lips for a taste. You heard the slurp as he pulled them out of his mouth, and it sent a shiver through your body. Hiking either of your thighs over his shoulders, Inupi finally let himself indulge in the taste of you, lapping at your dripping pussy, taking delight in the fruit of his own labor. He then plunged his tongue into you, earning him the tight embrace of your thighs around his ears and an attempted squeal. Koko groaned at the sudden constriction around his cock.

“Inupi, whatever – fuck – whatever you’re doing, keep it up.”

Inupi swirls his tongue around the inside of your hole the best that he can before dragging in up to your clit, latching on and sucking roughly as his fingers dip into you once again. His hands were those of a skilled mechanic, and oh, did he know how to make your engine purr.

Your moans were music to both Inupi’s and Koko’s ears, the latter for more than one reason – the vibrations from each sound you made that inevitable turned into you choking on his cock were driving him up the wall. Both his hands now found purchase on your neck, where he could feel the way his shaft distended your esophagus. Through hisses and groans, Koko continued to abuse your poor throat. Your free hand went to Inupi’s hair, gripping firmly at the roots of his golden locks as he continued to play with your pussy.

Inupi stroked himself to the rhythm of Koko’s thrusting into your mouth, content to just enjoy the taste of you – or so he thought. The wet sounds of you taking his best friend so well and the way your cunt gripped his fingers was starting to get to him. He wanted, no, needed more.

He gave your clit one final messy swirl, wrapped his lips around it, and pulled away with a pop. Inupi removed your legs that had draped over his shoulders and rose to his knees. You whined at his absence, still wanting more from him.

“ Koko,” Inupi groaned in an attempt to get the other’s attention.

Koko tore his ravenous stare away from your lips and met Inupi’s gaze, who was kneeling with your legs on either side of him, stroking his cock, pleading with his eyes, practically begging for permission to slip it into your inviting cunt.

Koko, who hadn’t stopped fucking your throat for even a second, smirked knowingly.

“Hmm? If you want something, you’ll have to ask her,” Koko chuckled, suddenly removing himself fully from your mouth.

Carefully, he propped you up for a moment to assess the situation. Dazed, you saw Inupi’s slim frame knelt before you, looking at you hungrily, and the pretty pink tip of his cock that looked desperate for stimulation. You swallowed hard at the thought of it inside you in place of his fingers.

Koko’s gentle hand rested between your shoulder blades.

“Inupi wants to ask you something, princess. Don’t you, Inupi?” he teased.

Inupi’s cheeks flushed as he tried to get the words out.

“Is it okay with you if I –” Inupi stammered. “ I mean, am I allowed to put – can I –“

You cut him off, nodding with an enthusiastic “mhm!” and reaching for his hand. You smoothed your thumb over his rough knuckles and smiled softly at him. “You’re part of this too, Seishu,” you reassured through an already-raspy voice.

Inupi looked at both of you dumbfounded, and Koko chuckled.

“Well, you heard the lady. Get to it, Inupi,” he said, laying you back down in position, letting you stroke his dick and give him a few kisses before lining back up with your lips and slipping back into the comfortable warmth of your tight throat once again, his hands resuming their position.

With one arm hooked under your plush thigh, Inupi aligned himself with your entrance, slowly sinking into you with ease. You squirmed as your fluttering walls adjusted to the feeling of Inupi’s cock. Not that he hadn’t prepped you well, just that he felt so different compared to Koko – Inupi was shorter, but thicker, and curved slightly up and to the left. Your eyes scrunched shut and your brows furrowed as you bucked your hips against him, your moans catching in your throat.

The two of them began to pick up speed, leaving you trapped between them, delighting in being used by them. You could tell Koko must be close by the ruthlessness with which he was slamming into you, brutalizing the back of your throat, rasping out curses under his breath. Keeping one hand on your neck, he reached for your bouncing tits, earning a squeak out of you as he alternated between roughly groping the tender flesh and plucking at your nipple.

“Don’t – hah – don’t be shy, Inupi. Help yourself,” he said brokenly and breathlessly, giving your breast a playful slap that echoed through the room.

Inupi shifted, pressing your thighs up slightly so he could lean over you, his breath hot against your chest. Koko chuckled, pinching your nipple yet again.

“Open wide,” he lilted, holding your breast in offering to Inupi, who was quick to take your sensitive, swollen nipple between his teeth and tug. He continued suckling, massaging your other tit whilst pounding into your cunt with evenly paced, deep thrusts that were punishing in their own regard. His dexterous fingers toyed with your clit, gently stroking it between his middle and index finger and then giving it a swirling motion that he knew you liked, reaffirmed by the way your walls squeezed around him. Inupi let out a muffled groan, continuing to rub at your clit while you writhed beneath him. He could tell from the way your thighs twitched and your cunt was beginning to spasm that all you needed was one more push over the edge.

At the same time, Koko’s breath quickened as he drilled rapidly into your throat. He was so, so close, and the vibrations of the noises Inupi had you making were going to drive him mad.

You were the first domino to topple, with Inupi’s gentle swirls turning to quick, tight circles that had tears stinging the corners of your eyes. You could do nothing but let the tightly-wound coil in your belly snap, the resulting orgasm rippling through your body. You thought that somewhere through the haze of it all, you could hear Inupi gasping, saying something about it being so tight.

That was all lost in an instant, though, when before you even had a chance to try making noise, you were cut off by a sudden onslaught of Koko’s thrusts and a sharp string of curses as rope after rope of his hot cum began shooting down your throat. He pressed close against you, his head thrown back and chest heaving as he let your throat milk him dry.

Inupi drank in the sight before him and kept plowing, letting your clenching walls bring him closer and closer to his own release, watching the way Koko’s body glistened with sweat and his mouth hung agape as he thrust into your mouth once, twice, thrice more before pulling out and letting the remnants of his release trickle out the corners of your mouth. It was all too much for Inupi to handle, and before he knew it, he was pressing his forehead to your collarbone, filling you to the brim with his seed through choked moans.

Koko sat himself at the foot of the mattress, pulling you up so you could rest in his lap. He swiped his thumb over the corner of your mouth, gathering the remnants of his release, bringing it to his own lips and licking it clean. Through your blurred vision, the way the light shone behind him looked almost like a halo. He looked almost angelic – that was, however, until he stuck his tongue out at you, showing you what you’d failed to dispose of, and swallowed it down. Well, you supposed he wouldn’t be your Koko if he didn’t exist somewhere between the planes of being a little shit and a sweetheart. With half-lidded eyes, you smiled softly at him, leaning into his touch as he wove his fingers through your hair, giving you gentle praises while Inupi rode out his orgasm.

Except he didn’t stop there.

You could feel it – Inupi was still as hard as he had been when he first entered you, and neither Koko nor you were going to stop him. He kept his face buried between your tits, pounding just as consistently as he had before.

Amused, Koko watched as Inupi still needily drilled into your cunt, his previous release already spilling out of you and making a ring around the base of Inupi’s cock. Quite a lewd scene to behold, if he did say so himself, and his own cock was already beginning to stir once more. Koko reached for the forgotten bottle of lubricant that had gotten lost in the sheets earlier, squeezing a dollop into his palm, and began stroking himself with his free hand.

You didn’t realize that he, too, was fully erect yet again until he reached over you and smeared some of the lubricant onto your sore clit, and said to Inupi, “Better make room for me too.”

Both you and Inupi looked up at Koko, wearing that ever-present mischievous smile of his, watching as his long, elegant fingers teasingly wrapped around his cock.

Inupi sat up on his knees again, pulling out of you. You shuddered at the sudden emptiness and lack of his body heat on top of you.

“What exactly are you suggesting, Koko?” he asked.

Koko, who only half thought Inupi would agree to this, had a sparkle in his eye and a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. “I think you know exactly what I’m suggesting.” He looked at you, brushing your hair out of your face. “Whaddaya say, princess? Think you can handle both of us at once?” he asked, his fingers trailing toward your empty cunt.

You swallowed and nodded. “But….same….place, okay?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, love.”

The blood rushed to your cheeks. You could hardly maintain eye contact while making such a request.

“I mean…it’s stretchier that way, isn’t it? I don’t…I’ve never…tried the back way…rather just stick to what’s familiar, y’know…” you mumbled, looking away.

Koko nodded reassuringly, understanding just what you meant. With a kiss to the top of your head, he shimmied his way out from under you and rose to his knees. “Well, Inupi, you heard her. What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

“She’ll need more prep if we’re both gonna fit,” Inupi replied.

“Leave that to me.” Tossing him the bottle of lube, Koko took Inupi’s seat between your legs. He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty before the three of you went forward with this, but there was none to be detected. He leaned in, touching his forehead to yours, cradling you gingerly before asking, “You sure you wanna do this?”

You reached for him, cupping his jaw as you nodded. “I do.”

That was all he needed to hear. He closed the distance between you, his soft lips pressed tenderly to yours for a brief moment. The sweetness was gone again when he dove back in for a second time, his kiss stingier than it had been seconds ago. He kissed you like he intended to devour you, biting into your bottom lip and dragging it as he pulled back, trailing kisses, licks, and bites down from the side of your neck to your torso, and finally down to where Inupi’s face had been.

His fingers traced over your entrance as he examined you, looking up to meet your eyes and then back down.

“Inupi really made a mess of you, didn’t he?” he chuckled, slipping his index and middle fingers into your pussy, scissoring them and watching as more of Inupi’s cum dribbled out of you. You whimpered in response, your head rolling to the side so you wouldn’t have to see.

“Hey now, eyes on me. You wanted this, remember?”

You forced yourself to look down at him as he worked a third finger into your cunt, squirming as he curled them up inside you and stroking your sensitive walls.

“ Good. Now, watch closely,” he said in that honeyed tone of his that warned you he had something devious in mind.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue through your folds, Inupi’s release collecting on his tongue, until he reached your clit with a light flick. He had that devilish look in his eyes as he showed you his tongue with an exaggerated bleh, all before gulping it down and proudly revealing to you his now-empty mouth like a magician pulling off a vanishing act, the way your walls clenched around his fingers at the sight only serving as fuel to his ego.

He smirked before diving back in, feasting on the combined taste of both you and Inupi while carefully stretching you with his fingers. A particular curl of his fingers earned him a gasp from you and an iron grip on his roots as you involuntarily bucked your hips against him. In response, he gave your clit a particularly long, hard suck that he released with a pop before continuing to trace patterns over it with his tongue.

“Koko, stop being a showoff,” Inupi interrupted.

“Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this too,” Koko fired back, drawing your attention to the way Inupi liberally coated his dick in lubricant, eyes trained on the two of you. “Whatever, we’re almost ready anyway. Pass that here.”

Inupi gave him the bottle of lube, and Koko poured a generous amount into his hand before working it into you. It was your favorite, too, the one that had a pleasant tingle to it. Your walls relaxed around Koko’s fingers with ease, and with that, he slid his pinkie finger in with the other three. You hissed at the slight resistance, but fought your body’s instinct to tense up, letting Koko stretch his fingers this way and that.

He watched you carefully, studying your reactions to his movements to be sure you were fully comfortable like this before he and Inupi proceeded. And when you were good and ready, he withdrew his fingers and rose to his knees.

“Might be best if we go in at the same time, don’t you think, Inupi?”

Inupi nodded, humming in agreement.

They shifted, each of them kneeling with one of the other’s knees between their own. Inupi took both his and Koko’s cocks in his hand, unable to close his fingers around both of them together, spreading the lubricant the best that he could. Koko groaned, his hands on either side of Inupi’s head as he pressed their foreheads together, as he bucked into Inupi’s calloused hand. Inupi gave their cocks a squeeze, dragging his palm up and over their tips, and Koko gasped, pulling Inupi in for a heated kiss and moaning into his mouth.

Both of them could have finished like that, in each other’s embrace with your eyes on them, but, no, there were other matters to tend to. They broke their lip lock, both of their mouths gone dry, and turned to you.

Inupi laid back on the bed while Koko pulled you over. He situated himself between Inupi’s knees, guiding you to straddle Inupi as well.

“This’ll work better if you’re facing Inupi,” Koko said, brushing your hair to one side and kissing up your shoulder to your neck. “That’s okay, yeah?” he asked between kisses.

You took in how breathtaking Inupi looked beneath you – the moonlight trickling in and dancing over the smooth ivory of his chest, his hair messily sprawled out on the pillow, hair tie long discarded, and the hungry glow in his green eyes, watching you with anticipation.

You nodded.

Koko smiled, nipping at your shoulder.

“Good. Don’t think you need to see me from many more angles tonight anyway.”

Inupi took hold of their cocks again, lining up with your entrance while Koko spread your folds, resting his free hand on your hip to guide you down. You braced yourself with palms splayed on Inupi’s chest as you lowered yourself.

As soon as their tips breached your entrance, you winced. They were slow and careful, but the stretch was nothing Koko’s fingers could have fully prepared you for.

“Say the word and we’ll stop,” said Inupi, seeing the strained look on your face as you struggled to adjust.

You shook your head. “’m fine. It’s just…a lot,” you panted.

Inupi offered you his free hand, which you grasped firmly as you closed your eyes and took deep breaths. The pressure was overwhelming, but you relaxed, allowing gravity to be your guide as you let yourself sink down on them further. Koko snaked an arm up your torso, pressing your back to his chest. He panted, his breath hot on your neck. Both he and Inupi were struggling as well, the warm, wet confines of your cunt adding an amount of friction and tightness neither of them could have even fathomed until then.

It took patience, but eventually they were both fully seated inside you, and you could breathe, adjusting to the fullness. Your free hand took hold of Koko’s arm that still clutched you tightly against him, giving both his wrist and Inupi’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Inupi’s breathing was heavy. He raised his forearm to his glistening brow, wiping at the beads of sweat that were barely beginning to form.

Koko was the first to move, pulling back slightly and hissing at the friction, and pushing back in even slower. You whimpered, your quivering pussy clenching around them at even the slightest of movements.

“ Fuck, Inupi,” Koko rasped. “You feel that?” He repeated this motion several times, each thrust as slow and cautious as the previous. Koko guided your body, and you followed suit, small moans spilling from your lips with each attempt at rolling your hips.

Inupi’s hips bucked into you, and Koko’s breath hitched with a smile. And so, they continued like this, the pace of their thrusts alternating by half a beat, taking pleasure in the friction they provided for each other within your quivering walls. They gradually picked up speed and intensity, and the room came alive with a cacophony of strained moans and wet smacks.

Before you realized it, Koko had his arms hooked under your thighs and both he and Inupi were fucking into you feverishly, chasing their highs together.

“Inupi – hah – you feel amazing,” Koko said, struggling to form a full sentence. “We should – hah – do this…more often.”

Inupi managed to muster up a positive-sounding grunt in response.

Koko’s hand came to your neck once again, pinching under your jaw and turning your chin toward his face. “And you, princess,” he breathed, “you feel fucking fantastic. Look at that.” He turned you to look at Inupi’s flushed face and the dazed look in his eyes as he thrusted his hips up to meet yours. “Y’see what you do to us?”

Koko mouthed along the side of your neck and his hand trailed down to your clit, rolling it between the pads of his fingertips and swirling over it in a figure eight pattern that had you gripping down tight around the both of them.

“… close,” Inupi breathed, barely audibly.

Koko cocked his head. “What was that?”

“Gonna – hah – cum soon,” Inupi repeated, his voice trembling and raspy.

“Well, then,” Koko said, positioning his hands on your thighs. You could practically hear his grin. “Let’s finish this, shall we?” And with that, he pulled your legs out from under you, pressing you chest to chest with Inupi as he leaned over the top of you, drilling into your pussy.

Your hands once again found stability resting on Inupi’s chest, and you looked up at him, both of you with that lust-clouded haze in your eyes. You found yourself glancing down at his pale pink lips, his mouth sitting slightly agape, unintentionally licking your own lips at the sight.

“Princess, you know you can kiss him if you wanna,” Koko said teasingly between thrusts. “He’d love that, wouldn’t you, Inupi?”

You and Inupi looked at each other, the tension palpable and your minds in a fog. And before you had a second to think, your lips were crashing against his. He let out a surprised noise that morphed into a moan as you slammed your hips back against his and Koko’s cocks.

“ Shit,” Koko cursed as he continued pounding into you at a brutal pace, practically crushing you between himself and Inupi. He managed to snake his hand back to your clit, with a fervid determination to make you cum before either of them. He drew his fingers in quick, tight circles that had you squealing, bucking into his touch in search of more, more, more until you finally cascaded over the edge, tremors shaking through your body as a wave of pleasure unmatched by any you’d known before washed over you.

Koko and Inupi followed soon after while your cunt was still spasming around them, with Koko peppering the nape of your neck with kisses as he rode out his release and Inupi gripping tightly onto your thigh as his hot cum spilled into you for the second time tonight.

The three of you stayed there, utterly spent and unsure of your abilities to move, for what felt like an eternity before Koko got up, apprehensive to move, knowing the mess that was about to be made on your sheets, but pulled himself up nonetheless. You whined as he pulled his body heat away from you, and shuddered when you felt his dick exit your body with an obscene squelch. Inupi, also pulling out of you, gathered you in his arms and held you farther up his torso, in hopes of minimizing the mess while Koko ran to grab some towels.

When Koko returned mere moment later, he found you fast asleep in Inupi’s arms, with him gently rubbing the middle of your back. He paused, leaning in the doorway, admiring how cute you looked asleep on Inupi, quietly wishing to himself that more evenings could end like this. He would have stood there watching longer if not for Inupi catching him standing there staring instead of bringing over the damn towel.

Koko laid out the first towel beside Inupi, who carefully rolled you over onto your back before taking the second one to clean up the mess all over his abdomen.

“Ah-ah, wait,” Koko halted him, dragging his index and middle finger along Inupi’s stomach, collecting their combined release and sampling it.

“Just as I thought,” he said through a sly smile. “Better together.”

Inupi, flustered, but unwilling to show it, turned his face away. “You and that disgusting habit,” he fired back.

“You’re just saying that because you want a taste too but won’t admit it,” Koko said, playfully sticking his tongue out.

Inupi ignored him, turning instead to you, doing his best to clean you without waking you up. He found himself charmed, however, by your cute mewls as he delicately blotted the damp end of the towel around your sensitive lower body. Meanwhile, Koko rummaged through the closet, finding one of the big shirts you liked to sleep in. He brought it over, and the two of them carefully slid it over your head, got rid of the messy towels, and wrapped you in the softest blanket they could find. Inupi gently tucked the edges under you, and when he thought Koko wasn’t looking, kissed the top of your head.

But Koko saw. And he knew.

He knew that the feelings between himself and Inupi would never go away, and he knew that Inupi felt the same about you, and that you felt the same about the both of them. He knew that Inupi should just move in with the two of you already, and that he didn’t need to hide his feelings behind some preconceived, old-fashioned notion that you couldn’t all just love each other.

Maybe Inupi would say yes one of these days. Koko didn’t know what else he could do to convince him.

He sighed, tossing Inupi the pair of sweatpants he’d dug out for him.

“C’mon. Let’s let her rest.”

Inupi got up to go change in the bathroom, but was stopped by Koko at the door, grabbing his hand, brushing his thumb over Inupi’s knuckles. Inupi looked at him curiously, to which Koko responded by gingerly pressing their lips together. It was a sincere, heartfelt kiss, one that Koko hoped felt different than before. One that told Inupi he was loved and always welcome here.

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alangdorf · 2 months

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Welp, the ref lineup still isn’t done cause I haven’t drawn Shion yet, and the belated valentines I’ve been working on are gonna be like at least a month late cause I just planned three more, but what I did do these past couple weeks is start writing a fanfic and then immediately abandon it to go draw a bunch of only tangentially-related suzutsubas (except for that first pic; that’s a scene from it, albeit one I haven’t written yet), only half of which are fit for public posting (one of ‘em I could make a few edits and feel ok about posting sometime; it’s not that out there, it’s just, y’know. Hamal Cine Bad End Hyperbolic Torture Chamber. I’m usually very “whatever happens happens” about my art but if I don’t show some restraint I know I’ll end up stuck in there forever), but hey, since I’ve been teasing them for ages and finally have some finished stuff with them, take a couple Suzumii! Also gonna ramble abt headcanons under the cut (and it will be LONG)

To begin, a note abt my Len’en gender/pronoun headcanons: as a they/them preferrer myself, I’m thrilled that most people just stick with those for everyone, but I’ve developed some more detailed headcanons as I go through working on designs and I’ll generally be using those. Don’t worry though, most of them are still nonbinary and basically all of them are trans/gq. Relevant ones for this post are Tsubakura: they/them nonbinary (transmasc to some degree) and Suzumi: cis female, question mark?? (to be elaborated on); for clarity’s sake I usually use she/her for Arde and Hamal Cine individually and plural they for the system collectively (also I don’t usually use their nicknames, dunno why), but singular they for Benet (the wiki says Benny is probably short for Benetnasch so I’m assuming that’s their actual name) for reasons which will also be elaborated on (sort of).

Aaalso this clearly isn’t autobiographical or anything but I think I’m subconsciously putting a lot of myself into Suzumi because 1) we do look pretty similar (brown wavy bob + blue eyes) and 2) given their current status as both the main antagonist and the most well-known plural Len’en character (I get the impression that Hooaka also being plural isn’t super common knowledge; I mean it took me several read-throughs of their wiki page and their dialogue with BPoHC Secret Team to get what they were getting at lol) I am probably way too anxious about doing a bad stereotype. Just an observation and also probably partially why I’ve even ended up with so much headcanon for them in the first place

And before I get into the thick of it, notes on derivations from canon: I’m running with the assumption that Suzumi being a system is a relatively recent development tied to whatever incident it was that caused the falling-out, since Tsubakura is like the only person who seems at all familiar with Hamal (including Mitori/Chouki/Fumikado, but they’re more easily explained away as just having met with one of the other alters the few times they’ve interacted) even though she’s supposedly usually the one fronting. They don’t seem to know the mechanics of it though, judging by their confusion when Arde implied that she and Hamal are different people. So basically, I’ll be referring to pre-incident Suzumi as a different character from any of the other three. (Ngl I am very influenced by Dissociation Constant on that and just in general [when will my wife The One and Only Suzutsuba Fic return from the war…..]) I was also debating whether to have Suzumi have any history with the gang before starting to work at the lab/whether stuff would happen around high school or college age, cause they keep referring to everything happening “a long time ago” and I know I, a 24-year-old, feel like stuff that happened five years ago was like yesterday, but I do have the pandemic and not really doing much of anything for most of that time to reckon with so like, eh. College age makes more sense in my head and so does the dynamic of like, Suzumi was only introduced into the friend group (she was acquainted w Hoojiro and Yabu already though bc lab) because she was dating Tsubakura and since that ended, and badly (understatement of the century), they have extremely little reason to be civil with each other and also interacting at all is really awkward.

Ok now on with it! Either end of high school or beginning of college, Suzumi ends up interning at Tsubakura’s lab for college credit (Tsuba’s already practically a department head despite being like 17 or something because. Idk. Who even knows what’s up with them) and she’s like. Only wears t-shirts and jeans (bought a bunch of khakis for this job though), [reading] glasses from the men’s section, hates leaving her hair down (it’s lab safety anyways). Repressed queer in denial, you know the type. Starts interacting a lot with Mx. Tsubakura “wears short shorts that everybody thinks are actually a skirt and also uses ore and omae almost exclusively” Enraku who seems to have everything all figured out and is immediately starstruck (GIRL WHY?? they are such a mess). Lots of “do I want to date them or do I want to be them” confusion (this will be relevant later); eventually evolves into the “am I trans or just a lesbian” question (not that they would need to be attracted to women to be into Tsubakura but you get the picture), which never quite gets answered.

In any case, they do eventually start dating (Tsubakura thinks she’s cute and smart so they reciprocate), and they’re not like super great together cause Tsubakura is emotionally constipated at the best of times (Suzumi’s into that though) and neither of them are the most mentally/emotionally healthy people even back then and also Tsubakura is more or less Suzumi’s boss which is weird, but they’re kind of ok??? Tsubakura’s mom dies at some point, also they move in together (college housing is expensive), the rest of the crew at the very least tolerate Suzumi, etcetera.

And then…! [insert catastrophic event here]!! I don’t have a shot to call on this yet cause I have no idea what it could’ve been (and I’m sure it’ll get revealed at some point anyways); I’m just banking on it being something extremely not mundane and something where you could reasonably set the blame on either (or neither) party cause they sure both seem convinced the other is way worse, huh! In Tsubakura’s case at least, blaming Suzumi is partially a defense mechanism so their self-loathing doesn’t get the better of them over it (guess what the fic was supposed to be about, lol).

The worst part of all this business though is that they DON’T break up over it immediately and it just makes everything orders of magnitude worse for everyone involved. Tsubakura and Arde have hate sex MORE THAN ONCE………… they would both really rather forget about it. Hamal thinks it’s hilarious, ofc, but the less said about her, the better. And Benet… exists??? The only idea that I’m running off of for them atm is the observation that I think they’re the only character with flat black eyes other than Tsubakura/Tsurubami and the subsequent idle thought, “hey if someone malded so hard about a breakup that they ended up with an introject of their ex would that be messed up or what?” So make of that what you will. (Oh and it may have been obvious that this is what I was going for but Hamal is femme and Arde is butch and they’re constantly squabbling abt aesthetic presentation. Having Arde be straight-up male would’ve been too straightforward of an interpretation and I think it’s funnier this way)

The canonically mentioned murder attempts start taking place and I’m leaning towards Tsubakura eventually being convinced to move out even though it was originally their apartment, albeit mostly just because the wikipedia page for house sparrows mentions that they’re known to take over swallows’ nests, usually after they’ve been abandoned, but they will sometimes drive away or kill the current occupants, and that was a very fun fact to come across when specifically doing research for Len’en but idk how else to incorporate it lol. And so on and so forth up until the present time.

Uhhh is that all I have atm? I think so! Anyway, I think I finally shook out all my suzutsuba doodles (and rambling, though I do still have that fic to work on. idk whether I’ll be able to finish it though; I started strong with an extended metaphor in the middle but Iiiii’m not sure if I can successfully write my way up to it while making it make sense. Also I may draw pretty slow but I write even slower!! Eh I’m sure I’ll post some of it sometime) for the time being so I should theoretically be able to finish up my bigger projects now. Maybe I’ll have the valentines ready in time for white day? We’ll see!

#art #len’en #tsubakura enraku #suzumi kuzu #suzutsuba #btw sorry if that’s like not the right ship name lol I saw like one person use it but there’s not much in the tag but that might just be #bcuz ppl don’t seem to make much for it anyways #digital #I should probably ask for len’en discord recommendations sometime soon just given the Circumstances #namely if tumblr actually goes down the drain but also so my little sister doesn’t have to keep watching me have a mental breakdown live #(hi Val!!)#briefly looked into the wiki’s server but that has A THOUSAND MEMBERS?? scary…..#ough FINALLY this post took me like a full day to write #also of note: these are essentially silly little doodles and I got kind of lazy with them #and I still don’t know how to draw Tsubakura’s hat or hair…..#idk why I’ve been having so much trouble differentiating how I draw Suzumi and Tsubakura’s hair but I have and it’s weird

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fandomsoda · 1 year

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Intro/pinned post!!!

last updated: 4/30/24

Ok Welp I’m finally making one of these-

Most basic info about me can be found in my blog’s about (names, identity, pronouns, DNI), but here’s where I’m putting all the other stuff! First of all, here’s my pronouns page for those who want to know more about my exact pronouns/word boundaries!

Here’s my sona, Soda!

Their full ref can be found here

Art usage rights: My art is fine to be reposted, but strictly with credit. Want to use it as an icon? Make it an edit or add something small for pfp purposes? You’re welcome to, but with permission, credit, clarification that you edited it, and as long as you’re not in my dni/use it for such purposes. Derogatory edits of my work are not permitted so don’t go marking everything up. Do not feed my artwork into ai software. Also do not directly feed my writing or own general text into an ai.

Requests?: Requests for art are a complicated thing and are simply a matter of what I do and do not want to do. Feel free to ask, but just know I may decline! This goes for moodboards and stimboards as well, but I’m much more likely to accept a mood/stimboard rather than art request!

AU/personal projects!: I have a handful of personal AU’s and projects and OC’s I’d like for people to check out and look at. (Also please please please ask about my characters and ask them stuff I wanna answer!) You are welcome to make fanart for any of them but I request that you stay on-model unless you are simplifying the design or the point of the piece is to reimagine the design/put the character into a new outfit. I don’t want to be overbearing but my designs mean a lot to me so I’d like them to stay how they are. People in my dni are not permitted to depict my characters in any way, shape, or form. Don’t touch my babies. Also- No, you may not use my characters in tournaments or polls. Those give me heavy anxiety and rsd to the point of literal nausea. Please keep your vile, Spartan popularity games away from my babies.

Personal projects masterpost

Additionally:

Please @ me in fan/inspired content! I want to see it!

I also know that I can often come off as aggressive and do stupid shit or say stupid shit. I have a lot of growing to do and I make a ton of mistakes. Please be patient and if you desire to call me out on by bullshit (which you absolutely should do) please be constructive and respectful. I struggle a lot with tone and accidentally upset people often. If I upset you, PLEASE let me know. I have no way of realizing if you don’t, please do not lie to me, tell me what’s wrong I promise I care and will try not to take it personally. =m=

Important note: While I may make suggestive jokes from time to time or touch vaguely on mature topics/talk about more mature media, this blog does not welcome nsfw blogs. Any and all interaction with me or my art that is nsfw in nature (inappropriate DM’s, comments, and reblogs) will be instantly blocked. We can joke, we can have fun, but I do not want any concerning behavior towards others or towards myself/my art on this blog. I know that many people who follow/are friends with me are minors and thus I will ensure that this space is not dangerous for them.

I also consume my media critically, even as a Homestuck enjoyer, I do not support Andrew Hussie and recognize the comic’s flaws, but I also love Homestuck for what it is at its core and how it changed my life. I also assume most people consume media critically and thus do not have any fandoms in my dni, but do know there are a good handful of them that I’m apprehensive about, but won’t block on sight.

On the topic of media consumption, I also like a lot of ships that others don’t, and will not tolerate hate. Crossmare has been my comfort pairing since long before Underverse season 2 was even out, and I am not ok with people who think it’s “inherently abusive”. As long as a pairing is not child x adult or family x family, I don’t believe it can be inherently abusive. As long as someone’s specific depiction of the ship isn’t abusive, they shouldn’t get flack for it. However, if you ARE someone who romanticizes abusive versions of these ships, please get out.

Also note that due to my nebularomanticism (arospec umbrella), I do not know what the fuck romantic love is supposed to feel like or look like, the lines between strong platonic bonds and romance are so blurry they barely exist for me, and such- all of my ships are queerplatonic in some way. I have never seen any ship as solely romantic and I don’t think I’m capable of that. But I also do not limit the types of intimacy I depict these characters having. If you’re not ok with queerplatonic kissing or holding hands or other forms of “romantic gestures” or if you think they can’t exist, get out.

Keep in mind that while my art and personal works ARE here, this blog IS a personal blog. I DO vent on here and often talk about personal topics. Be aware. And just because I share an opinion of mine doesn’t mean that I think it’s super important or right, it’s just how I feel. Just saying this because if you follow me you should be prepared to deal with what I post, and if you don’t like me that’s ok just leave.

Current blog status (important): tired and just. Trying right now, bare with me.

Below are my many userboxes (and blinkies, so flashing gif warning be cautious) that represent me! Check em out for more info!

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alovelyburn · 1 year

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Okay, so I wanted to talk about this a bit more, lmao.

So it kind of sort of did at first? But one weird thing about ChatGPT is that it'll say something and if you say 'well what about this?" it will… either agree with you and alter its position (or suggestion in the case of say plotting a story), or it… will kinda argue with you. o_O

So for example the Griffith topic started because I was just testing what it could do and asked it to write a villanelle about Berserk or something. And it had one line in it about Griffith wearing gold armor and having a "heart filled with hate"

So I said, "Griffith's heart isn't filled with hate, really" and it said:

And I just found that answer so... surprising and interesting that I started just kind of talking to it as though it were a person. I wanted to see how well it would parse and adjust.

I asked it about his guilt over the dead soldiers, and it said this:

I commented that some people claim Griffith is a sociopath, and it said this:

So I was like, Griffith doesn't have a woman he loves? And it said:

At one point I objected to it saying that Griffith had a drive for power by saying he never really stated that he wanted power, and it said:

And then I... started asking it about cultural differences? This was the most fascinating part to me because it came up with the following comments:

Now, that's all very interesting to me because sometimes it repeat my words back at me directly (eg. I used the word mindfuck and it included the term in its response) but other times it would get kind of stubborn. For example, originally I mentioned that I thought the torture had a good deal to do with his choice to Sacrifice the Hawks, and it said:

I think to some degree you can kind of pick up where the takes come from - it seems to me like the initial response ("heart full of hate") is almost like skimming the surface of its... dataset I guess, but the more you talk at it, the deeper it looks into its, uh, resources? I do find the parts where it disagreed with me kind of interesting because I did wonder whether it was just spitting my own thoughts back at me. And while I'm sure that is the case to some extent, there's obviously something else going on, too Edit: Welp.

So there you go.

but YEAH Edit2: So then I was sitting here thinking about how ChatGPT threw "the woman he loves" into the things about Griffith sacrificing the Hawks. At first I thought that it meant Casca, like either it was picking up the Griffith/Casca shippers or had a mixup with the Gutsca romance. But then I thought...

Well, when I said "Griffith doesn't have a woman he loves," it said "Sorry, his relationships are complicated and some people think he's in love with Guts."

So then I was thinking about how it scans in multiple languages which is, let's be real, probably where most of the complexity in its information about Griffith comes from. And then I thought... well Japanese doesn't use a lot of pronouns. So it's possible that in lieu of a pronoun in Japanese discussions about Griffith's feelings for Guts, it assumed a woman because Griffith himself is a man.

Just a theory about incredible yet potentially heteronormative AI.

#ariel talks about berserk #adventures in AI

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livelle · 2 years

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Heyy I was wondering if you can do a Tubbo x reader of the reader being either an Olympic Gymnast or an actress? Btw I love all your works!! ❣️

a/n: Hello there!! Thank you so much for your request! This is such an original idea!! sorry for the wait, here it is, finally! This will be platonic, and will be the actor thing :)

PROUD BEST FRIEND

a Tubbo / You!!

summary: Tubbo was streaming, having a plan for that day. He was watching a short film you acted in, which got A LOT of attention lately. And god, was your best friend proud of you.

NO PRONOUNS USED

PLATONIC!!!

'CHAT!!!!!!!' Tubbo excitedly spoke. 'Today, we are doing something special.' He waited a bit, looking at their reactions, and waiting for everyone to get in there. His smile brightened and his eyes lit up as he put a picture on screen. It was the thumbnail of YOUR short film, called 'Blossom Finch'. The chat knew what this was, and cheered. 'We recognizing this chat???' he asked. 'NODDERS', is what almost everyone said. 'SHALL WE DIVE INTO IT THEN?' he asked, the chat, again, saying only 'NODDERS'. He rubbed his hands together, which made you laugh. You were watching the stream, happier than ever. You watched as your best friend wrapped himself in a blanket and clicked the play button, starting the short film you played in. The black screen cleared up, and you were in frame, waking up. As you had expected, Tubbo made the pog face, and pointed towards his screen. 'CHAT CHAT ARE WE SEEING THIS?!!! THAT'S Y/N! LOOK! THAT'S MÝ BEST FRIEND CHAT-' You smiled. He was so sweet.

As time went on, you watched your film with him, but yóú were actually watchim him. You'd seen the film a hundred times, before editing, blah blah blah. Plus, watching his reaction was about a hundred times more entertaining. He was actually interested in it, which made your heart full. You were the lead roll, and a huge plot twist was coming up, that of course you knew of. Chat watched attentionful with him, spamming the popcorn emote. You were purposefully waiting for it to come up. His eyes were glued to the screen, as he watched the scene come up. You were there, along with your co-player. He let go of your hand, and your heart was beating fast, looking at his smile turn into a shocked face. Your character had died. 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-' he said, and you started laughing, the chat was crying, and Tubbo looked like he was on the verge of tears as well. This was your sign, and you called him on discord. 'Y/N YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THIS WOULD BE SAD' HE yelled at you. You couldn't hold in your laughs. 'I'M SORRY TUBBS I'M SORRY' 'Y/N YOU'RE DEAD NOW.' he yelled again, 'I AM SORRY TO DISSAPOINT YOU, BUT IT IS MY CHARACTER AND NOT ME-' you answered, still giggling loudly. 'HELLO-? I'M NOT THAT DUMB. YOU ARE TALKING TO ME RIGHT NOW.' he said. 'That's true. WELP enjoy the rest now Toby BYEEE-' He smiled.

He actually did end up crying, and the title screen came up. You couldn't close his stream, loving how he reacted to your film. 'BYE CHAT THANK YOU FOR WATCHING! I usually never cry to films lol sorry-' he said, as he wiped away a tear from his cheek. You smiled as you listened to him end. 'I do wanna say, Y/n, if you see this, I am so proud of you. You did an amazing job and it really had an effect on me! haha' he said, pointing at his watery eyes. 'I loved it. Keep doing this, Y/n, so proud of you. NOW BYE CHAT-' and the message 'Tubbo is offline' was planted on your screen. You were tearing up too, not from the film, of course. But from your lovely best friend, he never showed his soft side a lot, but his kind words made your heart flutter.

a/n: HEY ANON HOPE THIS WAS OKAY? loved making this, really was something new, but it was so cool! have an amazing day, or night, and take care of yourself. CUZ YÓÚ ARE AMAZING AND COOL AND POG AND PERFECT ETC.

#cricket crew #tubbo #tubbo imagine #tubbo platonic #tubbo /p #tubbo x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #dsmp #dreamsmp #cc!tubbo

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gon-and-killuas-mother · 3 years

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welp time to rant about my bg3 oc! working on some art for them too but that'll be another post

still can't put shit under a cut on mobile so i'll edit that in later

Name: N'wen (i'm borrowing a name from another oc of mine)

Race: Seldarine Drow

Class: Druid

Pronouns: They/Them

Personality: Bit on the stoic side, master of deadpan humor, is blunt and has no patience for sugar coating, usually makes the kind choices but not always for altruistic reasons (ex: if they do a favor for someone here, they might receive a favor later on), however they are a survivor first and is always ready to defend themself

Backstory: N'wen was born and raised in the Underdark. When they were young, however, their family was murdered by a recently turned vampire spawn. N'wen would have died too, had the vampire not come to her senses after draining a third of their blood.

N'wen got to watch the vampire weep over them as she stemmed the bleeding, telling them to survive so they could avenge their family. Other Drow eventually found them, and the vampire didn't even fight back when they killed her. N'wen remembers the name she gave them; Cazador.

As soon as N'wen had healed and grown large enough to escape to the surface, they fucked right on out of the Underdark. It's been a long, long time since then, and N'wen since discovered a terror of the dark, of places underground. Strange, considering their heritage, but even now they still feel nauseated at the notion of entering caves and tunnels.

And so they lived the rest of their life in the wilds, a hermit Drow self-estranged from their own culture. They learn everything about nature, wildlife, how every species provides a balance to all life. Being a hermit isolates them from large communities, but they learn new skills from any traveler willing to teach (though it was often learned by fighting off those with a distrust for drows)

A few wandering druids taught N'wen what they needed about the class, and offered to bring them back to their circle. N'wen refused at first, but followed them later, promising only to stay until they've mastered enough to figure the rest on their own. And they did, returning to their wanderings of the wilds and occasionally visiting druid circles as they went.

N'wen had no interest in worshipping gods, preferring instead to honor the individual forces of nature themselves. They care little about whether the wind or the sun or the earth had sentience, only that their silent yet powerful voices are respected.

Life in the wilds helped them come to terms with their past. They couldn't bring themself to hate the vampire that destroyed their life before. They gradually came to realize, after observing the relationships of predator and prey (as well as experiencing times of hunger and scarcity) that vampires were as much a part of life's balance as anyone else. She'd been starving, mad enough with hunger to lash out and sustain herself. N'wen saw this often enough among animals, and sometimes even other people.

If a wolf, alone and starving, attacks and kills one's sheep, is it worth one's hatred?

N'wen forgot the name she'd given them, having spent years running from that horrific memory. But even if they remembered, they weren't certain they'd want to pursue vengeance. They'd found peace in the wilds, and the vampire and the family she'd killed were long dead and buried.

They did, however, start carrying around medical kit containing needles, a tourniquet, and specially made tubes. The next hungry vampire they come across wouldn't need to mutilate their flesh; a simple "please" and N'wen would be more than willing to draw their own blood as a gift. This was not out of generosity, of course. It was, pure and simple, a survival strategy. A hungry vampire was dangerous, but a sated one could be reasoned with. A bit of blood was worth those few extra minutes.

And then they woke up on an unfamiliar ship, received an unwanted passenger, and, upon escape, fell into an acquaintance with a group of very strange folk.

The moment they looked into the red eyes of a pale elf not bothering to hide his fangs, however, very nearly prompted them to hightail it out of there, as far away as they could.

But, above all else, N'wen was a survivor. They couldn't leave with this tadpole still intact.

It took time to push past the old fears and speak with their new vampire colleague. Astarion claimed to be a magistrate, which the others seemed to accept, though the frequent moments where he alluded to his true nature without directly revealing himself made N'wen wonder if the rest of their companions were just dense.

Strangely enough, it was when Astarion asked how they'd prefer he kill them should they start to transform that allowed N'wen to relax. They'd nearly told him "You can drain me", but were surprised enough at the thought that they held back. A knife would do.

Strange, that a trust formed with the vampire the moment they understood he could absolutely kill them and would if the worst should happen.

Strange, that of all their companions, the vampire was with whom they felt most understood.

#tink rambles #baldur's gate 3 #my oc #astarion #no i dont know that much about vampires in this universe but w/e #it works

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raeofsunshin · 4 years

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1-16 for the mechsona askes >:3

Welp- ... Answers about Della below the cut!

1. Whats their “id” info (name, age, gender, nationality/origin planet, criminal record?)

Name: Della

Age: 17 (???? for multiple reasons)

Gender: Female, uses she/her pronouns

Origin Planet: The City

Criminal Record: She is a prominent member of the rebellion against the immortals and is a host on radio free illium. Has committed various other crimes in the process (murder, theft, tax evasion, etc.)

2. whats their mechanism?

She’s got metal arms and face! Also has a radio for a brain but thats not a mechanism its just her being stupid.

3. how did they get it? doc carmilla or maybe something else?

She didn’t get it from Carmilla, she got it from Medusa (who i have too much lore for but this isn’t about her.” but the metal and the immortality aren’t exactly the same thing. How Medusa “mechanized” her mechanisms was a bit more of a two step process. Medusa, under the alias of Dr. Persephone developed a counter virus to the SPHINX virus called PEGASUS. Once active it would counteract the virus and freeze the patient's aging process. However, it had no other applications besides making the user effectively immortal- ie. it wouldn’t heal them. So most of her patients either paid thousands to heal themselves or if they didn’t have the money returned to her. So Della returned, got legitimately mechanized and has been working to pay off her debt ever since.

4. immortal yes/no? if yes, how/why?

Yep! (Probably.) She got the SPHINX virus as a child and her parents (who were high up in the city) brought her to Medusa.

5. backstory? where are they from? why are they Like This?

*cracks knuckles* alrigty lets go.

Della was born Dellavine Rosile to a family high up in the City (think the equivalent of minor gods, not Olympians by any means but still immortal and holding considerable amounts of power.) She was a pleasant child, if a bit slow in learning, but at age two she contracted the SPHINX virus and began to rapidly age. Her parents brought her to Dr. Persephone and she was effectively cured of the SPHINX virus. However, this left a two year old in what was essentially a seventeen year olds body.

So her parents sent her to work as a nymph. (They are not good parents, they are gods.) She worked there for an indefinite amount of time (Her mind blocked out the majority of it.) Over those years she met Syren (they/them another character- not important rn) who basically figured out “oh shit thats a child” and began to teach her how to be a functioning adult on the days she was fired. Syren essentially acted as an older sibling. They taught her that she had a say in what she was and did. And it caught on.

Unfortunately, the fact that she was essentially a child was what had made her so appealing as a nymph in the first place. (see again, Olympian gods suck.) A few weeks she started sticking up for herself a freak accident that left her badly acid burnt occured. Naturally she lost her job and when she tried to return to her parents they claimed not to recognize her. Syen found her curled up in an alley, half dead and sobbing. They took her to Medusa where she was mechanized. Medusa replacing the acid burned skin and a bit more for the fun of it.

Della’s kinda just been vibin in the City ever since because what is linear time. She’s a radio host on Radio Free Illium. (She replaced her brain with radio equipment so the Archon couldn’t get it. Did she have to? No, she’s just stupid like that.) She’s ran a few missions for the rebellion and def is marked down as “dead?????” where ever the City keeps track of stuff like that. Her minds a little wonky as she still reacts like she’s five to somethings and then turns around and shoots someone in the face.

6. is their backstory based on any other existing story? if yes, which one?

Nope.

7. what tropes are they. dont say that they are not any trope. you know they are some kind of trope

I’m just gonna say powerful idiot. She’s so stupid. I know shes in tropes, I just cant think of any to name atm.

8. the most self-indulgent part of them

Mainly the fact that their face is mechanized. It makes no logical sense and I love it so much.

9. how much different from you they look?

We’ve got the same haircut and that's about it.

10. how do they dress like?

TANK TOP AND JORTS. She’s got a more steampunk outfit too but mostly just decides to be comfy.

11. position on the ship?

Communications officer! She WILL broadcast her radio show from wherever she in in the universe.

12. their instrument?

Vox and Synthesizerg! She also plays the violin terribly. (She took lessons at age two and has ENTIRELY forgotten how to play.)

13. weapon of choice? weapon of necessity? weapon they know how to use but would avoid it at all costs?

Shes got a sword! Its a regular sword. I don’t know enough about sword to say more.

She’s also got a laser gun Medusa gave her that she uses at long range.

tHE WeaPoN oF sEDucTIoN … nah im just kidding she’ll use anything.

14. their theme song but it must be a mechanisms song

Either Sirens or Ties that Bind. I need to listen again

15. their theme song but it cannot be a mechanisms song

Okay so ive got two!

The Cult of Dionysus by the Orion Experience is how she views/portrays herself.

https://youtu.be/ILGUWT4IFWs <<-- this song is her general internal vibe!

16. if you were to make a song of them, what song would you choose to edit the lyrics of? if you made a song of them already, drop the link to it/the lyrics!

Def Favored Son! She dislikes the Olympians and her parents its perfect.

#mechsona #my trash racoon della #sorry if the read more doesn't work

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adam gibson char. dev.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: adam richard gibson

REASONING: not really

NICKNAME(S): please don't.

PREFERRED NAME(S): adam

BIRTH DATE: september 2

AGE: thirty two

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/his

ROMANTIC/SEXUAL ORIENTATION: gay. very, very gay.

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: caucasian

CURRENT LOCATION: san francisco, ca

LIVING CONDITIONS: scrupulously tidy apartment.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: vallejo, ca

HOMETOWN: [points up]

PLACES LIVED: boston, ma; los angeles - four years in boston was Enough.

SOCIAL CLASS: upper middle

EDUCATION LEVEL: degree in composition from the new england conservatory; masters in the same from usc

FATHER: peter gibson, 62, attorney

MOTHER: diane gibson, 60, housewife

SIBLING(S): eve, 30; leah, 30; stephanie, 25

BIRTH ORDER: oldest

CHILDREN: no. not opposed to the idea but jesus that's a long way off.

PET(S): a cairn terrier named molly

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: like sure for extended but no one super important. he is closet to eve out of his sisters, a bond forged by their horribly matched names.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: oh yeah. yep. he was with his last boyfriend for four years and really thought there was a future there but that blew up on his thirtieth birthday so.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: men are rats.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: composer for film and tv

SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: small inheritance from his grandfather

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: it's pretty great, as long as the work is there.

PAST JOB(S): session pianist, waiter, bartender, movie theater usher

SPENDING HABITS: reasonable if stupid at times. he has a place to live and a piano and as long as his bills are paid....welp.

MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: his piano, p much.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: not awful - stringy but strong enough

DEFENSE: he's just going to walk away

SPEED: fast

INTELLIGENCE: he's very logical about a lot of things but also Extremely emotional about other things so.

ACCURACY: not bad, not great

AGILITY: nimble af

STAMINA: boundless

TEAMWORK: bossy. very bossy.

TALENTS: music and mixing a cocktail

SHORTCOMINGS: he's very quick to judge and it's hard as hell to change his mind.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english

DRIVE?: yes but prefers walking or the train

JUMP-STAR A CAR?: nope

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: nope

RIDE A BICYCLE?: yep

SWIM?: yep

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: piano and guitar

PLAY CHESS?: nope

BRAID HAIR?: nope

TIE A TIE?: yep

PICK A LOCK?: nah

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: jonathan bailey

EYE COLOR: brown

HAIR COLOR: brown

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: short, longish on top.

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: contacts

DOMINANT HAND: right

HEIGHT: 6'1

BUILD: athletic

EXERCISE HABITS: daily, if only due to vanity.

SKIN TONE: fair

TATTOOS: nah

PIERCINGS: nope

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: his ears

USUAL EXPRESSION: neutral

CLOTHING STYLE: pretty basic but like, nice basics.

JEWELRY: watch is about it - he might bust out a tie bar or something if it's formal but really.

ALLERGIES: nah

DIET: reasonable/vegetarian

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: —

PSYCHOLOGY

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 5 - the investigator

MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral

TEMPERAMENT: melancholy

MBTI: INTJ

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: little stressy, little depressy.

SOCIABILITY: introvert

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: p steady

PHOBIA(S): dying alone

ADDICTION(S): nah

DRUG USE: nah

ALCOHOL USE: eh, sure. he's a picky bitch though so he'd rather drink at home.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: nope.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: good voice - right amount of deep, even paced.

ACCENT: nope.

HOBBIES: reading, playing piano, cooking

HABITS: he works out every day and takes molly for a walk.

NERVOUS TICKS: cracking his neck

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: professional success, personal satisfaction

FEARS: failure, dying alone, blind dates, and spiders

POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, loyal, hardworking, practical, curious

NEGATIVE TRAITS: shy, critical, overly rational, combative, cynical

SENSE OF HUMOR: sarcastic and dry as a bone

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: oh yeah

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: reading and playing the piano. he's been playing since he was five and it's still his favorite thing.

ANIMAL: dogs

BEVERAGE: red wine and coffee

BOOK: either nonfiction about the most random shit or the trashiest murder mysteries available

COLOR: blue

DESIGNER: no.

FOOD: can't beat a good grilled cheese

FLOWER: hydrangeas

GEM: eh?

HOLIDAY: not super big on holidays tbh

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: walking

MOVIE: who's down for the extended editions of lord of the rings?

MUSICAL ARTIST: he does truly listen to everything so please don't ask

SONG: "clair de lune" or "all too well". he's complex.

SCENERY: he prefers being by the ocean to anything else so he's pretty happy where he's at.

SCENT: sandalwood and citrus

TELEVISION SHOW: great british bakeoff. he has Opinions.

WEATHER: fall

VACATION DESTINATION: park him on a beach with a book and a cocktail and he's a happy camper.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: just keep doing what he's doing professionally; get his shit together personally.

GREATEST FEAR: for a healthy and reasonably young man, he is convinced he's going to die alone at any moment.

MOST AT EASE WHEN: with people he enjoys; playing his own music

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: alone with his parents. he can make it when his sisters are around as a buffer but he doesn't do well with them alone. he came out when he was seventeen and it still hasn't quite clicked with them that it's not a phase. they're not super comfortable with him being gay and he's not super comfortable with them so it's easier when he has backup. eve lives in san francisco too so they tend to be each other's travel buddy back to vallejo.

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: he's done the score for a few movies - nothing big but enough that he's able to support himself and start making a name for himself in the industry.

BIGGEST REGRET: [sighs heavily]

TOP PRIORITIES: career, friends, dog.

#c: adam gibson #come meet my new son

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the-pasta-surveyor · 4 years

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Oh?? Pinned Posts??

Ello there! Lugh, your mod speaking. I have an introduction page (the OOC info page) but figured I put some stuff on a pinned post too! First off, who am I? Welp. Lugh. They/them and Fae/faer pronouns, please! I’m nonbinary and a minor, so please no nsfw stuff yall. My main blog is @\hi-im-lugh , my dms both here and there are always open! Now how about some rules? 1. NO NSFW. please yall im baby. PS is also Baby. No NSFW on this good blog 2. If you have a certain trigger that you’d like me to tag, PLEASE let me know!!! I will absolutely tag everything yall need me too, because no trigger is stupid or dumb. All Triggers are valid in this house. 3. M!A are allowed but maybe not like, to too much. 4. Please don’t be all God mod-y. PS is an eldritch horror, after all. You Cannot Kill them. 5. I reserve the right to delete asks, although I won’t do that unless you send me somethin SUPER heckin weird. 6. Not a rule but! Ask box will pretty much always be open, n I will try and answer every question to the best of my ability! 7. OCs ABSOLUTELY allowed. Go heckin hog wild yall. 8. i swear this isnt the 3rd time I’ve edited this in less than 12 hours. Anyways this blog is indeed multiverse friendly!! 9. I’d like to avoid the topic of nazism, white supremacy, and the like on this blog, thank you! Now for a quick content warning. Body horror, at some point, is going to come up like. There is no escaping it. PS is an eldritch horror, specifically a FLESH one. Faer gonna be a spooky FLESH monster. I WILL be tagging these posts regardless of if anyone messages me about a trigger warning. also centipedes will come up, specifically house centipedes. If you see body horror, except house centipede as well. This will be explained in time. Thank you for reading! Lugh :>

#Lugh says WORDS

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almaasi · 4 years

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yoooooooooo, I’m in need of a beta (or betas) for my Garak/Bashir fics since all my usual proofreaders are busy.

summaries/warnings for 4 completed fics are listed under the cut. total word count is 111k+. all are rated ‘explicit’ except for one ‘mature’.

my previous fics are here if you want to know how I write.

preferably I’m looking for someone who can beta all of them, and more fics that come after this, but anyone who can do a one-off is cool too. I definitely want someone who’s good at suggesting things in the name of intersectional feminism and reader sensitivity! or just questioning things and commenting in general. catching typos or confusing sentences would be a huge bonus but that’s not my priority~

please share this with people you think might be interested!!!

fics listed longest first, not necessarily the ideal posting order. some of these have been lightly or partially beta’d already.

1. The Wolf Who Cried Doctor

Elim Garak/Julian Bashir, Julian Bashir & Ezri Dax

55k, Explicit

Garak is certain: any day now, Julian will discover that the most frequent visitor to DS9’s Infirmary has been going out of his way to fake, cause, and invite harm unto himself in order to gain his dear doctor’s attention. Garak cheerfully tells his lies with just enough variation to remain interesting, but remains afraid that one day Julian won’t believe him when there’s really something wrong.

But Julian is already aware there’s a problem. And the best treatment for an acute case of touch-starved loneliness, he believes, is to provide Garak with as much physical affection and emotional care as possible. It’s not like Julian couldn’t do with some company himself, given how his relationship with Ezri has been fraying.

But neither Julian nor Garak envisioned what could come of it all. Neither of them ever prepared for bliss.

(A post-canon fic where Garak comes back to DS9 and feelings happen.)

Tags: non-endgame pairing:, Julian Bashir/Ezri Dax, side pairings: Ezri Dax/Kira Nerys, Kira Nerys/Keiko O'Brien/Miles O'Brien, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending, Angst, Self-Harm, Depression, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, (Julian and Garak), Lovers to Friends, (Julian and Ezri), Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Massage, Holding Hands, First Kiss, Touch-Starved Elim Garak, Lonely Elim Garak, Jealous Elim Garak, Garak is the quadrant’s most melodramatic drama queen, Lonely Julian Bashir, Bisexual Julian Bashir, Julian’s Foot Fetish, Ezri Ships It, Supportive Ezri Dax, Matchmaker Ezri Dax, Love Triangle, except it’s a tangle of lines, Polyamory, Communication is Hard but Vital, Replicator Malfunctions, Space Station Antics, First Time, Bottom Julian Bashir, Top Elim Garak

Warnings: Garak self-harms (nothing gory or graphic - just hot tea + gravity, improper handling of sewing tools, baiting others to use brute force, purposefully ingesting questionable foodstuffs; scars from past cutting) - but for most of the story he doesn’t think his actions are troublesome, merely viewing self-harm as a means to an end to acquire the physical comfort and emotional attention that he craves from Julian. (Disclaimer: I’m aware this is not the only reason real people might self-harm, but it’s Garak’s reason.)

Unspecific suicidal ideation (Julian tells Garak off and Garak’s like “welp! guess I’ll die now”). Both Garak and Julian are wildly depressed and lonely - and I swear that Ezri, the O’Briens, and I are trying our darnedest to rescue them, but they both have a tendency to spiral into a vortex of doom without talking to anyone about it, so it’s not the easiest thing to do. >:|

Foot fetish is mild but... y’know, present. (Oh, Julian.)

Regarding polyamory/love triangle tags (spoilers ahead!): Julian loves Ezri A LOT but doesn’t realise it’s in a platonic friendship way, and privately ties himself in knots over not being sexually or romantically attracted to her anymore (if he ever was to begin with). Much panicking about unintentional cheating happens, because he’s accidentally in love with Garak while dating Ezri - except (more spoilers) Ezri is trying to set him up with Garak anyway. Ezri is totally poly and way more chill than 99% of people would be in her position. Past Kira/Keiko/Miles.

Special note I mentioned to current betas: you should probably know that i feel some sort of divided way about how ezri is SO accepting of julian's disaster sexuality, because a) i've never once seen any character react like that, ever, in anything fictional or real (potentially bc of lack of bi and poly rep), and b) her reactions are based on how i would react in her place??? (note that i'm aro, ace, and bi, (well that's simplified) so if i was in a relationship with julian it would definitely be platonic but me being madly attracted to him despite that) so it's like... really personal but also i'm worried nobody would relate and would say i made her a pushover. so any pointers you have there would be lovely <3

2. Runabout Rollabout

Elim Garak/Julian Bashir

23.5k, Explicit

Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Keiko O’Brien, Kasidy Yates, Kira Nerys, Ezri Dax (mentioned)

Eight months after the war ends, Julian invites Garak on a pollen-harvesting trip to Bajor. Distracted by the delight of seeing his friend after so long, Garak gets himself blasted with hormone-altering pollen, and is forced to ride out the repercussions on the runabout journey back to DS9. Symptoms include mood swings, unusual food cravings, and an urgent need for emotional assurance and physical contact. Julian is glad to offer relief, in whatever manner Garak requires. Even in the most intimate of ways...

Secretly, they both hope their brief affair in the runabout’s bottom bunk will lead to something more. But how could it, when duty forever trumps desire?

Tags: Post-Canon, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Porn With Plot, Mutual Pining, Sex Pollen, Mood Swings, Hormones, Cuddling & Snuggling, Public Display of Affection, Smut, Explicit Consent, First Kiss, Caring Julian Bashir, Hormonal Elim Garak, Horny Elim Garak, First Time, Anal Sex, Top Elim Garak, Bottom Julian Bashir, but they do switch briefly, Post-Canon Bajor, Post-Canon Cardassia, Illustrated

Notes: FYI, Julian and Ezri are no longer a couple. How that happened is discussed late in the fic, but Garak thinks they’re still dating when he and Julian sleep together for medical reasons. (Julian is NOT cheating, but Garak guiltily believes he is.)

This one’s probably an easy edit tbh. But I’m still questioning that ^ Garak-thinks-Julian-seeing-Ezri thing, so anyone who can tell me if it feels right, if I need to edit it, or if I should take it out, would be great.

3. Tail Over Heels

Elim Garak/Julian Bashir

Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Amsha Bashir, Benjamin Sisko, Ezri Dax, Miles O’Brien, Kira Nerys, and everyone else

19.9k, Mature

Despite every attempt to deter her, Julian’s mother is coming to DS9. Here’s the problem: Julian told her he was married, and he’s not. Here’s the solution: Garak stands in as Julian’s husband. She’s meant to hate him. But Garak is just too damn likable - and a liiiittle too convincing in the role of Julian’s lover. Not only does his mother believe the lie, but so does everyone else on the station. Even Julian himself is starting to wonder...

Tags: Romance, Fluff, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mistaken For A Couple, Moving In Together, Roommates, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Holding Hands, Eavesdropping, Bickering, Cardassian Flirting, First Kiss, First Time, Garak has a tail, Slightly Alternate Canon, set mid season 7, or an alternate post-canon where nobody leaves

Note: This one’s the oldest and closest to being publishable, and already illustrated and lightly beta’d, so this will likely post first, before the end of March 2020. But it definitely needs another going-over.

4. Code for Consent

Elim Garak/Julian Bashir

13k, Explicit

Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Miles O’Brien, Keiko O’Brien

With Miles away, Julian needs someone else to play the evil villain in his secret agent holosuite program. Garak steps up. But tying Julian to a bedpost and fake-torturing him turns out to be an accidental turn-on for both of them. Julian doesn’t want to break character, so allows Garak to escalate his erotic domination towards the point of no return - yet Garak won’t go any further with their roleplay without clear consent. Now Julian has to figure out a way to show Garak he wants him without saying it outright. (But then again, maybe saying it matters.)

Tags: Smut, Romance, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Holodecks/Holosuites, Roleplay, Cardassian Flirting, Accidental Stimulation, Light Bondage, Choking, Light Knifeplay, Consensual Non-Consent, Rape Roleplay, (foreplay only) - soon followed by:, Explicit Consent, Holding Hands, Making Love, Schmoop, Top Elim Garak, Bottom Julian Bashir, set late season 6

Note: Nobody’s read this yet so idk how it comes across to other people, which worries me. Something about it doesn’t sit right with me but I can’t figure it out and need help with that :/

If you’re interested in helping, please submit me a tumblr message at https://almaasi.tumblr.com/submit with your name, pronouns, a statement of your interest and email address (gmail preferred) so I can add you to google docs if I pick you c:

(also maybe a timeframe of when you’d be able to beta. starting any time in the next couple of weeks is fine.)

(disclaimer to people with anxiety: I welcome anyone <3 if you want to say hi, PLEASE DO. I reserve the right not to pick you for any number of secret reasons, and I might not reply quickly, or at all, because I have chronic fatigue and messages are A Lot for me, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like you or you did something wrong!! promise.)

#ds9 #garashir #deep space nine #star trek: deep space nine #Elmie writes things #post of postiness #betaing #The Wolf Who Cried Doctor #Runabout Rollabout #Tail Over Heels #Code for Consent

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averyastaireismss-blog · 5 years

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meet avery astaire!

📚MELISSA BENOIST, DEMIGIRL No way! It’s AVERY ASTAIRE they’re an EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR. Dang, what a wonderful time in their lives to be so ENTHUSIASTIC and INSECURE. Whenever the freshman talk about her/they they usually think of LITERATURE CLUB, no wonder everyone knows her/they as the FANGIRL.

Welp, here’s my second baby! Avery’s super dorky, is HUGE on the #FandomLife, wants to become a famous author someday (especially in the epics and fantasy genres, like Tolkien and Homer and et cetera), and I just really love her. Hope you guys will, too! Here is her wanted connections, in case anyone is interested :D

Avery is half-French on her mother’s side and is learning French. She’s half-Irish on her dad’s side and is fluent in Gaelic.

With that being said, she has an Irish accent that she got from her dad, who grew up in Ireland before moving to the States in his twenties. She doesn’t have an French-Irish mix one because her mother moved to America when she was five to live with her American adoptive parents before she could develop it and grew up with a Midwestern accent.

Does that ^^^ make sense?? I hope it makes sense ajslfhgjfldgh

Along with writing, she also holds passions for singing, horseback riding, acting, dancing, and figure skating.

She’s bisexual. *crickets chirping* Yeah, that’s it.

She also considers herself to be a demigirl, using the pronouns she/they. She/her are her primary pronouns, but there are times in which she connects more with they/them.

Her favourite artists are Hozier, The Lumineers, Imagine Dragons, and Mumford and Sons. She just really loves the indie, folk, alt-pop music

BUT, also catch her blasting Disney/Dreamworks/Really-Any-Animated-Movie-Soundtracks, musicals, and movie soundtracks as well

Black Sails is also her favourite television show with Wynonna Earp in second and Criminal Minds in third.

The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and The Silmarillion are her favourite books. The movies are pretty good, too.

Homer’s The Iliad and the Odyssey are also her favourite stories as well

Owns a vintage yellow bug named Delilah and it’s her baby

Just like Holly, she is a polyglot. fluent in English, Gaelic, Spanish, and Primitive Quendian, she is working on becoming fluent, at least intermediate, or conversational in French, Dothraki, Mandarin Chinese, Urdu, Icelandic, and Tagalog.

Yeaaaaaaaaaah... debating on having her in FLC as well, but I already have Hols in it... To be continued

Avery loves vintage things. She believes that they each has a story to tell and she has a collection of first edition books that is ever growing.

For her sixteenth birthday, she got an old typewriter that still works and it’s one of her her top five most treasured possessions.

She has such pretty handwriting like it is not fair. It’s cursive and flowy, I hate her

She can do calligraphy and I hate her for it. It’s so good and beautiful, the little shit

Okay, and she’s good at forgery but I am keeping her restrained from doing that a lot

In fact, one of her favourite talents of hers is that she can do this.

I FUCKING HATE THIS LITTLE SHIT!!!

Her favourite times of the day is sunrise and sunset. She loves watching the sky change colours, seeing the moon and stars disappear and then the sun appearing and vice versa. It’s so calming and beautiful to her.

Is somehow both an morning person and a night person. I don’t get it nor do I like it.

Being such a fucking nerd, she has a multifandom blog. It’s actually pretty popular and she’s beginning on working on making fan art and fan vids, but she prefers writing stories more.

Her main fanfiction stories that she writes are Criminal Minds, LOTR/The Hobbit, Rick Riordan’s works, Harry Potter (just the original books and movies; Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them are practically dead to her. The Cursed Child, she is neutral on), Star Wars, Black Sails, Disney, Wynonna Earp, Stranger Things, Game of Thrones, all different sorts of mythology, and a large variety of musicals, but she has sooooo many more. She also does headcanons and one shots for these, the fucking nerd.

Okay, but along with having her multifandom blog, she would also have a bookblr and write book reviews and reblog book edits and stuff on there like yes this is good

She goes by the alias Calliope online, who’s her favourite Greek mythology character

Ravenclaw, Thunderbird, otter patronus, and she would have a hornbeam wand with a dragon heartstring core.

She also has all of the harry potter character wands. And her Ravenclaw merchandise. She is especially fond of her Ravenclaw scarf, throw pillow, and mug.

Again, this motherfucking nerd.

Her favourite colour is yellow

Her favourite scent is old books, green and mint tea, lavender, and honey.

She likes both marvel and dc, fight her

Cuz what this nerd does??? She LARPs. She loves it so much and has been doing it for awhile now.

She always makes sure that she is prepared whenever inspiration for a new story strikes. Laptop? With her 100000000% of the time. Has two large notebooks with her at all times as well, along with a small notebook. She also has a tablet, in case one of those extremely rare cases of her not having her laptop or one of her three notebooks, with her, just in case. And then her phone as well, which is an iPhone7 and is perfect for jotting down ideas. It’s so big and the keyboard is big, she loves it.

Wants a corgi dog named Frodo in the future

She also works part time at Barnes and Noble as a sales associate/cashier

Thanks to her parents (her dad’s a famous writer and her mum’s an immigration lawyer), she is rich as fuck but she wants to actually earn her money. Can’t live off of her parents forever

For her seventeenth birthday, her parents took her and a group of friends to New Zealand to see the real life Hobbiton and all of the other locations for when LOTR/The Hobbit films were being filmed. It was a glorious trip.

#{ fandom life;; headcanons. }#mercierooc #mercierintro

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ahnsejuns · 6 years

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hi hi ~ i’m KAY and super duper excited to be here ! i’m 19, go by she/her pronouns and reside in the GMT+2 timezone — you should def add me on dis.cord @ kay#5119 and my tw.tter handle is @ icarvsfell. when it comes to AHN SEJUN, 22, this nASTY crimeboy is a revamped muse, an old mess fav of mine that i miiiissed writing ! you can find his lengthy bio HERE, and some wanted connections HERE. this adrenaline junkie is,,, somethin — but if he strikes your fancy && you’d like to plot, do hit me up or give this a like ♡ and i’ll jump into your ims !

( tw: overdose!! will be marked with TW )

— he was born & raised in seoul by a single mother who ran away from home. she had cut all ties with her parents and while she was stubborn about keeping her child, she could barely support them, and worked as a dancer in a night club.

— sejun was usually at home alone because of that & learned to take care of himself and the house.

— he didn’t know what she did for work, but he knew she was up to no good; her hands shook, she was pale and unhealthy, but as a child, he didn’t know what to do.

— TW at the age of 14, he found her body in the bathroom, she had overdosed on heroin

— her friends, or more like bosses pitied him and gave him a room, and by the age of 16, he started working at the back rooms of the club, helping around the bar however he could without being on the front lines.

— without any proper figure in his life, he got acquainted with many ‘’people’’ on the streets. one thing led to another and he found himself involved within a gang. when they saw he was quick on his feet and willing, they gave him a gig as a runner — as a test to see how well he fared on the field.

— having been a runner for a long time, he got to show himself during one of the ops where a higher up was present. it was risky but worked out well and thanks to that moment, he’s now involved with the higher-ups more often, his position better than before. he still tends the bar on most nights when there’s nothing going on with the gang, and acts as if that’s his only job ? although he’s on & off most of the time, no one has noticed so far

— personality wise, he’s v cocky and kind of a dick tbh ? like, although he’s quite tactful and smart when it comes to his job/when he wants to — he isn’t really quite sensible. can be impatient, rash & short-tempered, he will prob fight you if he’s in a bad mood.

— a mix between a sinnamon roll and ‘looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you’ ( jk no murdering maybe but he’s a dirty fighter ) ? a Chaotic Neutral, he doesn’t care abt the law, although knows very well how to avoid it

— is a Mess™ with relationships but thats to be expected i suppose ? he has a lot of one-night stands ( will prob sleep with anyone smh ) but when it comes to romance, he’s the worst, will probably act like he doesn’t have any feelings at all, though he’s dyin a lil inside ( good luck getting that outta him weLP )

— it’s a bit difficult when it comes to friends too bc he might act like he doesn’t care too much, but will f up whoever messed with someone he’s friends with !! super protective and kinda possessive ? good thing he doesn’t date much yikes

— aa if you want to unlock the proper tragic backstory, i have a lengthy bio here, be careful of the trigger warnings above though ! and i have a statics page right here !

— EDIT: he is also a waikiki !!

other than that, i hope this makes sense ?? i put together some wanted plots here, feel free hit me up if you like any of those or if you want to plot at all — and like i said above, you can also give this a like ♡♡♡ and i’ll come at ya !

#pabintro #i might change lil things w the biO BUT #here he is

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Reading Log - January 2019

A summary of all the light novel volumes I read this month - along with my thoughts on them. I bought all of these volumes from BookWalker. Most of these series will not be available in English but I’ll try to point it out when I know if one of this series has received an official translation.

Note that, obviously, the following text is just my own opinion so please respect that and if you see anything that I got completely wrong (i.e. I accidentally refer to a character with incorrect pronouns), let me know. I will avoid posting spoilers as much as possible but let me know if I accidentally slip up.

Gamers! 1 by Sekina Aoi (Light Novel):

It was a fairly enjoyable read for the most part but, by the time I had reached the second half, I had lost interest and just wanted it to end. The chapters felt so long and dull and I think shorter chapters would have worked better. The other thing that stuck out to me is that the art is very simplistic and sometimes did not match the text for the scene it was for. I didn’t feel like the art added anything to the volume though I suppose it would have been jarring without it, given the genre of the story. That being said, I liked the characters a lot, including the protagonist and I enjoyed it enough that I’ll probably check out the second volume in the future though I’ll probably watch the anime beforehand to make sure that the story doesn’t go in a direction I don’t like.

Saenai Heroine no Sodatekata 1 by Fumiaki Maruto (Light Novel):

After finishing the Koisuru Metronome spin-off manga last month (which I loved, btw), I finally had motivation to read the light novel. It is really good. The pacing is excellent, there are a lot of funny moments and I love Maruto’s writing style. I do think that this series really needs to give the reader more insight on Katou. I get that part of the charm of the first volume is reliant on Tomoya having no interest in Katou but I want to know about her family and friends (because she must have some that she hung out with before meeting Tomoya) and I want to know what she’s like with them. I watched the anime alongside reading this and I think the events flow smoother in that and there is a lot of really interestingly directed parts (I love the café scene in episode 2) but it loses a bit of funny dialogue which is a shame. I have volume 2 already but I’ll probably wait a bit to read it so that I don’t get burnt out on the series.

Monku no Tsukeyou ga Nai Love Comedy 3 by Daisuke Suzuki (Light Novel):

In my mind, this series has two main charm points: the fun dialogue and the relationship between its’ two leads and it’s the latter that is on full display in this volume. Outside of that, it’s a pretty unremarkable yet enjoyable volume from a pretty unremarkable yet enjoyable series. I have to say that the side story that came with the volume on BookWalker is adorable though. As an aside, I recommend this series for people who are learning Japanese. It’s pretty easy since most of it is just dialogue and there aren’t many places that can trip you up.

Otome Game no Hametsu Flag Shika Nai Akuyaku Reijou ni Tensei Shiteshimatta... 2 by Satoru Yamaguchi (light Novel):

This volume is just as entertaining and hilarious as the first but it also surprised me. While the first volume could’ve been described as ‘predictable yet fun’, this volume had quite a few events that I didn’t see coming and, more than that, it was interesting. When I got to the main chapter, I couldn’t stop reading. It was that good. Katarina continues to be an amazing protagonist and the rest of the characters are just as enjoyable. In particular, this volume introduces to new characters and I won’t talk much about the second because spoilers but I loved Maria and I ship her with Katarina so much. I will warn that this series suffers from originally being a web novel will little editing been done during the conversion to being a light novel series in that most of the chapters are episodic so, when you get to the main chapter, it feels disconnected from the rest of the volume and is way longer than any of the other chapters.

J-Novel Club is currently releasing the volumes in English under the title of My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! so please pick it up if the series interests you.

Otome Game no Hametsu Flag Shika Nai Akuyaku Reijou ni Tensei Shiteshimatta... 3 by Satoru Yamaguchi (light Novel):

Welp, I suppose it was about time that this series had a volume that I didn’t love. The first chapter was pretty good but there wasn’t a whole lot in the later chapters that I liked. The new characters introduced this volume were interesting enough but I’d have rather have spent time with the characters I already love. Plus, I would’ve been fine with this series ending in the previous volume though admittedly the series probably wouldn’t have been as popular if it had and I might not have read it in the first place. I’m not really a fan of romance series and I feel like this volume is trying to steer the series into becoming more of one and I hope that the following volumes bring back the things that make me enjoy this series and I love the cover for vol. 4 so I’m sure it will (Katarina, charging while Jeord and Sora are all ‘slow down, dumbass!’).

Thinking about, if Katarina ends up with anyone, I want it to be Maria. They definitely have the sweetest and cutest interactions but, if I’m being realistic because it almost impossible for this series to go the yuri route, I’d prefer Nicole over the other guys. He won me over in the first volume when he gave Katarina a necklace modelled after one that a character in a book had and he’s been consistently good since then. He really cares for Katarina and I think she’d be happiest with him. Keith and Alan are also good options but I don’t get the appeal of Jeord.

Monku no Tsukeyou ga Nai Love Comedy 4 by Daisuke Suzuki (light Novel):

Sekai doesn’t actually have a whole lot of scenes in this volume which made is boring since her relationship with Yuuki really is the stand-out of the series and Kurumi and Haruko are pretty dull. The last chapter was interesting though.

Saenai Heroine no Sodatekata 2 by Fumiaki Maruto (Light Novel):

This volume seemed to drag on longer than the first but I did really enjoy the climactic scenes with Utaha and I loved the short dialogue-only interaction between Katou and Eriri. There’s a lot that I want to say about this series but I’m waiting and hoping that the series will prove me wrong before I do so. For now, I’m just wanting for this series to show more interactions between the characters without Tomoya. I will say that I think the anime is slightly better than the light novel series so far. It has it’s problems, like it has a lot of times where a male gaze-y perspective is used and it’s unpleasant but I think it succeeds in the most important way: it makes me forget about Katou’s existence. It’s hard to make Katou forgettable in a dialouge-focused text-based series and the manga doesn’t even try to do it but the anime takes advantage of it’s format and successfully uses certain camera angles to make Katou less noticeable.

Monku no Tsukeyou ga Nai Love Comedy 5 by Daisuke Suzuki (light Novel)

Easily the most entertaining volume of the series so far, to the point where I wanted to immediately buy vol. 6 when I finished it (I didn’t because I like to wait for sales but the temptation was there). I can’t talk about this series a lot because the first volume has a twist that most readers won’t see coming so I don’t want to spoil it for them but I will say that I usually find the characters who aren’t Sekai or Yuuji to be boring but I actually liked them in this volume, probably because they interacted with Sekai while usually they just interact with Yuuji. I will also say that I think the structure of this series would have worked better in a eroge or galge. The structure actually reminds me of Asairo’s structure more than anything else and it kind of works in light novel format but it feels like it was meant for a route structure.

Saenai Heroine no Sodatekata 3 by Fumiaki Maruto (Light Novel):

My favorite thing about this volume is that Tomoya was never insulted or shamed for liking otome games. He also gets to cry a bit near the end of the volume and male protagonists showing emotions other than anger is always nice (note that the anime down-playes this and I’m super bitter about it. He hardly cries in the anime but in the light novel, he full on bawls to the point where he has trouble speaking) . Eriri got the bulk of development this time around and I think it was well done. I really liked the scene with her and Tomoya at the end. A new heroine, Izumi, is introduced in this volume and I think she has the potential to be an interesting character. She’s, unfortunately, used to generate boob physics in the anime and the manga (to be clear, the manga is much worse than the anime in this regard) and she’s a middle schooler so that’s… uncomfortable, to say the least. I hope she uses her earnings from Comiket to buy a decent bra... I didn’t care much for Iori in the volume but I thought he was hilarious in the anime adaptation and I kinda ship him with Tomoya tbh.

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