The vocal synth or the Mii on my island? Cause admittedly I don't know too much about the former, and the Mii was only added recently so not much has happened with her yet ;w;
autism activated /pos (i love Tomodachi Life so much)
she's only really close to my OCs oddly enough. she has a lot of acquaintances, with her only actual friend being AR and (and even then their friendship is labelled "Not getting along" ;-;")
Teto has moved on from her crush, despite me really wanting the two to get together (her crush is one of my friends on Discord)
no catchphrase or favorite foods yet, though I did just feed her Miso Soup and she really liked that
as a bonus thing, I actually based her outfit off the song Birdbrain, which her vocal synth sings in :)
island updates are tagged #Starsity Island if you wanna see other island happenings :D
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The vocal synth or the Mii on my island? Cause admittedly I don't know too much about the former, and the Mii was only added recently so not much has happened with her yet ;w;
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omegaverse maxiel for anonstie who asked for role reversal dead heat!
Danielâs blowing a bubblegum bubble and everything about it looks off. The candied colour is more purple than pink. The stretch is too deep, the membrane too translucent, like it should have already burst. His lips look soft, not puckered enough to hold it. He says, âEarth to Macks,â and he says it like that, like the x is three distinct letters, triple lip shapes.
âWhatâyes.â The gum is gone now, tucked somewhere behind Danielâs big grin, his white teeth.
âYou good, homie?â
âYes,â Max repeats. He thinks if the bubblegum would taste like bubblegum or if the bubblegum would taste like grape. He imagines the imprints of Danielâs teeth in it.
âYeah, nah, you donât look so good.â
âYes. No. Iâm next week supposed to.â
âToâŚâ Daniel glances over at Max because heâs driving, because theyâre in a car. Maybe itâs the dash lights making his bubblegum grape instead. âMax, are you pre-rutting in my whip?â He laughs as he says it, rolling down a window and waving a hand in front of his face like thereâs a stinky smell, but Max gets injections in his armpits every four weeks so he wonât smell like anything. Daniel reaches over and digs blindly through the glovebox, elbow close to Maxâs knees. He says, âCatch,â and flicks a bottle in his lap. Max drops it twice.
Itâs alpha-branded scent blocker. Itâs stupid, because regular scent blocker works on everyone, so this kind is half effective as normal. It probably costs double. Itâs stupid that Daniel buys it. Max puts it on anyway, rolling the cold metal ball over the pulse of his wrist. He drops the little cap somewhere, gone forever.
The car is red because the traffic light is red and Daniel is frowning now. âWhat are your rut plans, Max? Reckon itâs come early, yeah? The hotel?â
Thereâs only one cycle hotel in Monaco. Daniel doesnât go there. He told Max once that he has an arrangement and that heâs exposed to heaps of bed bugs too much as it is. Max doesnât know if his arrangement is a person. Maxâs arrangement is a person.
âJamie.â
âJamie,â Daniel repeats raunchily. âJamantha. Jamiella. Jamigail.â
Max says, âWhat.â
âText her and Iâll help get you in, hey? Iâll be, like, your bellhop. Ding ding.â
Ding ding. Luggage in the boot because theyâre driving from the airport in Nice. Max didnât feel good on the plane.
He texts Jamie, Starting early can you come? But it makes less sense because there are more mistakes and incorrect corrections. Jamie heart reacts which means yes.
The indicator pop-click-pops.
Max asks Daniel, âDid you spit it out?â
Daniel says, âHuh?â
Max imagines the grape bubblegum in a foil wrapper somewhere, soft but saving the shape.
âAre youââ Daniel breaks off into a high laugh. âLike, do you have an omega scent aid or something?â
âWhat?â
âDid you open a bag of Jamieâs clothes orâŚ?â
Max frowns. âI donât have his clothes.â
Daniel gawks at Max instead of looking at the road, dangerous. âJamie is a guy?â
Max frowns double. He canât keep track if this was one of the things he should not say while also keeping track of potential foil glitters in the car. Itâs probably fine. âYes.â
Daniel rolls down both of their windows. Max thinks the bubblegum is back againâgrape grape grapeâbut Danielâs only holding his breath, cheeks puffed up. His fingertips are indenting the steering wheel. Max imagines the leather bruising grape-purple over all the prints.
They get back to their apartment building and Daniel carries all their things, balancing the curve of Maxâs helmet bag on the jut of his hip, the least alpha thing about him. People say he has omega hips and heâs flattered, brags about it. Itâs stupid because Max knows he wouldnât be like that if he were an omega for real.
Jamie opens the door as Max is still fumbling at the keypad, Danielâs hand gripping the back of his sweaty shirt as he sways. Max remembers, belatedly, that Jamie smells like an alpha and looks like Daniel.
Daniel says, âOh, heyâum. Ha. What?â
Jamie ignores Daniel. He looks Max up and down and says, sympathetically, âFuck dude,â spreading his arms wide where theyâre extra alpha-smelling like heâs been to the gym.
Danielâs hand fists the material of Maxâs shirt. When Max tries to step forward, he gets pulled back.
âSorry,â Daniel says. âSorry, sorry.â But he doesnât let go. âSorry.â After a suspended moment, each of his fingers release the bunched cotton sequentially, number 3 pinky the last.
Jamie gives Daniel a judgmental look and shuts the door on his face.
But Daniel doesnât leave. Max knows because he can feel it in the memory of his gripped back still, can sense it through the wood between them as Jamie strips him down and gets him off because heâs too far gone to wait. He comes harder than he has maybe ever and Daniel punches the wall behind himâyelling into something, maybe his own fistâand then walks too quickly away.
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omegaverse maxiel for anonstie who asked for role reversal dead heat!
Danielâs blowing a bubblegum bubble and everything about it looks off. The candied colour is more purple than pink. The stretch is too deep, the membrane too translucent, like it should have already burst. His lips look soft, not puckered enough to hold it. He says, âEarth to Macks,â and he says it like that, like the x is three distinct letters, triple lip shapes.
âWhatâyes.â The gum is gone now, tucked somewhere behind Danielâs big grin, his white teeth.
âYou good, homie?â
âYes,â Max repeats. He thinks if the bubblegum would taste like bubblegum or if the bubblegum would taste like grape. He imagines the imprints of Danielâs teeth in it.
âYeah, nah, you donât look so good.â
âYes. No. Iâm next week supposed to.â
âToâŚâ Daniel glances over at Max because heâs driving, because theyâre in a car. Maybe itâs the dash lights making his bubblegum grape instead. âMax, are you pre-rutting in my whip?â He laughs as he says it, rolling down a window and waving a hand in front of his face like thereâs a stinky smell, but Max gets injections in his armpits every four weeks so he wonât smell like anything. Daniel reaches over and digs blindly through the glovebox, elbow close to Maxâs knees. He says, âCatch,â and flicks a bottle in his lap. Max drops it twice.
Itâs alpha-branded scent blocker. Itâs stupid, because regular scent blocker works on everyone, so this kind is half effective as normal. It probably costs double. Itâs stupid that Daniel buys it. Max puts it on anyway, rolling the cold metal ball over the pulse of his wrist. He drops the little cap somewhere, gone forever.
The car is red because the traffic light is red and Daniel is frowning now. âWhat are your rut plans, Max? Reckon itâs come early, yeah? The hotel?â
Thereâs only one cycle hotel in Monaco. Daniel doesnât go there. He told Max once that he has an arrangement and that heâs exposed to heaps of bed bugs too much as it is. Max doesnât know if his arrangement is a person. Maxâs arrangement is a person.
âJamie.â
âJamie,â Daniel repeats raunchily. âJamantha. Jamiella. Jamigail.â
Max says, âWhat.â
âText her and Iâll help get you in, hey? Iâll be, like, your bellhop. Ding ding.â
Ding ding. Luggage in the boot because theyâre driving from the airport in Nice. Max didnât feel good on the plane.
He texts Jamie, Starting early can you come? But it makes less sense because there are more mistakes and incorrect corrections. Jamie heart reacts which means yes.
The indicator pop-click-pops.
Max asks Daniel, âDid you spit it out?â
Daniel says, âHuh?â
Max imagines the grape bubblegum in a foil wrapper somewhere, soft but saving the shape.
âAre youââ Daniel breaks off into a high laugh. âLike, do you have an omega scent aid or something?â
âWhat?â
âDid you open a bag of Jamieâs clothes orâŚ?â
Max frowns. âI donât have his clothes.â
Daniel gawks at Max instead of looking at the road, dangerous. âJamie is a guy?â
Max frowns double. He canât keep track if this was one of the things he should not say while also keeping track of potential foil glitters in the car. Itâs probably fine. âYes.â
Daniel rolls down both of their windows. Max thinks the bubblegum is back againâgrape grape grapeâbut Danielâs only holding his breath, cheeks puffed up. His fingertips are indenting the steering wheel. Max imagines the leather bruising grape-purple over all the prints.
They get back to their apartment building and Daniel carries all their things, balancing the curve of Maxâs helmet bag on the jut of his hip, the least alpha thing about him. People say he has omega hips and heâs flattered, brags about it. Itâs stupid because Max knows he wouldnât be like that if he were an omega for real.
Jamie opens the door as Max is still fumbling at the keypad, Danielâs hand gripping the back of his sweaty shirt as he sways. Max remembers, belatedly, that Jamie smells like an alpha and looks like Daniel.
Daniel says, âOh, heyâum. Ha. What?â
Jamie ignores Daniel. He looks Max up and down and says, sympathetically, âFuck dude,â spreading his arms wide where theyâre extra alpha-smelling like heâs been to the gym.
Danielâs hand fists the material of Maxâs shirt. When Max tries to step forward, he gets pulled back.
âSorry,â Daniel says. âSorry, sorry.â But he doesnât let go. âSorry.â After a suspended moment, each of his fingers release the bunched cotton sequentially, number 3 pinky the last.
Jamie gives Daniel a judgmental look and shuts the door on his face.
But Daniel doesnât leave. Max knows because he can feel it in the memory of his gripped back still, can sense it through the wood between them as Jamie strips him down and gets him off because heâs too far gone to wait. He comes harder than he has maybe ever and Daniel punches the wall behind himâyelling into something, maybe his own fistâand then walks too quickly away.