HIGH MEAT

"I was totally going to get that cash." Most likely not but she was still hoping that this was all worth it in the end. Olivia took the helmet in her hands, put it on her head and got on the bike as well, her things in a backpack because by now she knew Lauriel would be there with her bike to take her home. "The usual place, the usual burger.. maybe I will share my fries with you." She would get her usual. A kimchi chicken burger, fries, chocolate milkshake. "Just stop beating up my clients, geez, babe." She muttered, arms tight around Lauriels middle. Overall, she was just happy to see him, but still, the lack of a tip was still upsetting.

"you're my princess. of course i'm going to protect you." an excuse lauriel always uses and expects to work. "focus on getting tips from the lonely freaks who don't cross that line. they've obviously got money to burn."

pick your fighter: awkward comfort edition

the feline bared their sharp canines in a hiss at their future husband, lips curling at his words because how dare he try to tell them how to act. "let's get this one thing straight you big brute." kisun huffed as they jabbed a finger at his chest, using their feline strength to put some force behind it. "our fathers may have signed this marriage bullshit for the sake of peace and i am no one's property but myself. i will not act like a coward consort." kisun said firmly, jabbing at sreghei's chest in between every other word. "if you had asked me nicely and said please, i might've honored your request."

the hybrid only scoffs, grabbing at kisun's delicate wrist and squeezing. "this is bigger than your fucking ego," serghei retorts with a sneer and releases the other none too gently. "there is no peace. not with that incompetent oaf on the throne." his own father. the same man attempting to marry off his only legitimate heir. legitimate, of course, by being the only blood related son the king could not deny. "you and your lot are going to to get fucked over if you don't listen to me." gods, he needs a drink. "you don't like me. that's fine. but if you want to keep your people from being butchered, you should at least align yourself with me. i'm the greatest hope your kingdom has, pussycat. accept it."

muse : perawat 'pai' bunmi, gun atthaphan, mid twenties open to : any, masc if romantic. plot : pai works in cybersecurity but he does some hacking and laptop repairs in his spare time. y/m came to pai for help with their laptop to which he finds some questionable things. note : pai is nonbinary/gender nonconforming & uses he/them pronouns, does not find being called nicknames or pet names associated with any gender ( bro, dude, man, sis, girl, etc. ) personally offensive.

"listen dude, i have commitment issues." harvey attempts to justify his lack of permanently deleting things, but it's honestly just him not caring enough. however, he cares very much about the functioning of his computer! he and lauriel have been mixing music on it for years now, and some of their best works have been tweaked on that very hunk of junk! the frontman looks over pai's shoulder and gives them a warm pat on the back. "that isn't even the half of it, baby. don't type in the letter p on the search bar." harvey reaches in his pocket to fish out a cigarette and offers the pack to his new favorite tech support. "smoke?" and then. "if you manage to save this, i owe you way more than a cigarette and cash. me and the band."

biography born into the cult of [redacted], merit was raised to worship [redacted] god of [redacted]. merit was renowned from a young age as a prodigy in the art of channeling their god. as merit grew older, it became apparent that merit was [redacted]'s most beloved follower. merit's prayers were always answered and [redacted] had even materialized in merit's presence. the cult (and merit's parents) were thrilled to harbor the god's favorite. merit's loyalty was shattered after a violent and violating channeling session with [redacted] that left merit traumatized physically and mentally. while the cult attempted to convince merit that such an event was a blessing, merit had already cursed [redacted] name's. as a result, merit abandoned the cult and vowed to spend their life spiting their previous god. merit finds their vengeance in never speaking [redacted]'s name again and garnering more worshippers than [redacted]. as such, merit has turned to streaming as a cutesy gamer, easily building a fanbase of millions of loyal followers who adore her. merit attempts to play naive when it comes to criticism of their bloodthirsty fanbase, but revels in it internally. merit can still sense [redacted]'s presence in the back of their mind and is looking forward to destroying [redacted]'s influence entirely.