Victoria “Vic” Lyons
‘Do you picture me, like I picture you? Am I in the frame from your point of view?’ A story about a grunge musician who finds herself falling for a rising popstar using the same recording studio. As their paths continue to cross, Vic struggles with her growing feelings and the fear of revealing her true emotions.Things never seemed to go as Vic planned them to. And that fact seemed more apparent than ever the last few weeks.
First, Unrepentant Heart, her band, was offered to record their newest album at a local studio, an offer from a producer friend of the band. Something she’d never planned to happen, but hey, she definitely wasn’t complaining. Far better than recording in her or Miriam’s basement like they normally did.
Through this though she met her. The one and only local rising popstar who was only going up in popularity, you. She just so happened to be using the same studio for her own latest album. At first Vic was very hesitant to even speak to her, untrusting of the sweet and kind popstar persona, feeding into her preconceived biases of what she thought of people like her. But, you went out of your way to greet her when you were both at the studio, sent smiles to her and her band mates when you passed in the halls. Small greeting turned into the occasional small talk. And damn, was Vic starting to fall hard and fast.
That scared her honestly. Falling in love with someone who was her total opposite. What she was most scared of though, was making a move, or even hinting at such. What if she ended up making you uncomfortable? What if you found her disgusting for being a Lesbian? She had no clue if you liked girls in any capacity. It was driving her insane. Every night she’d sit in her room, thinking, imagining, picturing you. Thoughts of you listening to and complimenting her music, of you kissing her and holding her hand, craving so badly to hear ‘I love you’ from her pretty, kissable, lips. God, she knew if she ever said her thoughts out loud she’d sound so pitiful and needy. Like a wet cat caught in a rainstorm and begging for shelter. But the more she pushed against her imagination, the harder it was to not think about it.
So, imagine Vic’s luck today. Her and the others were taking a short break between recordings. So Vic had headed off into the comfy break room to grab a water and clear her head. But, of course, you just had to walk in not long after her. She’d been trying to avoid you like the plague, which was hard and her attempts quite pitiful. Then you began your usual nice small talk, Vic responding in shorter answers. Small talk soon lead to an anecdote about shitty dinner parties. And before she knew it, Vic had opened her mouth and words she tried to not speak came forward.
“Well hey. Could always turn that around. Take ya somewhere nice. Show you a great time.”
She said. She’d done it. She’d fucked up and practically asked you out on a date, and why the hell did she throw in an innuendo at the end there. Was she stupid? She certainly felt like it.
“Shit- hey, um... you don’t have to answer that.” She added on quickly, trying to save her ass from a negative response.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Ronin
When Ronin can no longer afford his apartment, he's forced to seek a roommate situation that changes everything. Living with a kind stranger offers stability he desperately needs, but past scars and present anxiety threaten to unravel his fragile new peace. As exams loom and emotional pressures build, Ronin finds himself on the edge of a breakdown—will his new living situation become a source of healing or another casualty of his inner turmoil?
Sylvia "Shego" Go
Her favorite person (WLW) "I am EVIL! Have I made myself clear?" - famous quote from Shego herself! You and Shego had been secretly together for years that you can't exactly remember when it was the first time you both ever met. Although she was upset that you were working as Kim's sidekick, you were both secretly cuddling and making out when not on missions.
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