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#ALSO also depending on how you count it 2-4/5 of these guys are doomed by the narrative. not sure whats the trend here

veliseraptor · 2 months

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top 5 fictional villains

oh man how am I supposed to choose from my entire villain warehouse. let's see.

1. Xue Yang. I mean, if this wasn't obvious from my [gestures] whole blog. But boy did I fall hard from pretty much scene one of my first watch of The Untamed, and then never looked back from there. He's just! What a guy. An icon. I love him so much. Fucks up his own life irreversibly and doesn't even realize he's doing it until too late. Whoops.

2. Maeglin. #my trash son. I waffled between putting him and Celegorm on this list (I could've done both, but, well, I felt like I should pick one per canon) and decided to go with Maeglin because he's arguably worse? Though I guess it probably depends on your metric. (I'm not really interested in arguing on that one, I don't particularly care, they're both my beloveds and there's no changing that at this point.) Seriously fucked up childhood that's got to fuck some things up in one's head to begin with, and then making some terrible choices later on that just go rapidly downhill, and again, tragedy of condemning oneself but also how doomed was he from the beginning (pretty doomed).

3. Vegas Theerapanyakul. I kind of hesitated about putting him on here because it feels sort of weird to call him a "villain" but like. He did sexually assault the protagonist in an early episode and threaten to kill him later on, so, like. Even if the story turns around and gives him a happy ending (iconic) I feel like he counts. Disaster of a man, kind of an awful person ("kind of?", you say, and okay, that might be so), and it's very sexy of him. Pete thinks so too, apparently.

4. Shen Jiu. Yest all right I know he's technically Sir Not Appearing In This Book but he is technically the titular scum villain so I'm counting him. Awful man. Miserable history, miserable story. I'm irresistibly drawn to tragedies created by characters themselves and that's what this guy's got going on.

5. Moridin/Ishamael/Elan Morin Tedronai. We! Love! A nihilistic villain just craving the end of everything! Of tenuous sanity and an abiding obsession with the protagonist! Anyway I didn't have a lot of feelings about this guy the first couple times I read Wheel of Time but then on my second to latest reread he came roaring out in front and plop, in the villain warehouse he goes.

thought about including He Xuan but he only sort of feels like he counts as a villain somehow; honorable mentions here go to Celegorm (disney prince murderer), Jun Wu (king of creating a toxic work environment), Clytemnestra (queen of my heart), Azula (since I just mentioned her), Jin Guangyao (generator of infinite discourse) and Jinx. I feel like I'm forgetting folks here. but that happens, I suppose.

and this is not including villains who are just so much fun for me to watch, who live in a slightly separate corner of my brain but are beloved of me nonetheless.

#conversating #brawlite #top five meme #lise memes

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pawborough · 8 months

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Hello all! Thanks for tuning into this month’s update! We’ve got a few things on the docket.

Asset Update - Snowfoots!

We’ve continued updating the cat assets to sport cleaner lines, better flipability, and match more in-line with our more recent illustrations.

It’s night and day with these guys! We’re thrilled to be giving them a fresh coat of paint.

The Guild - Preview Page

Leaders of a Guild will be able to import a custom emblem and edit the CSS boxes available! We’re so excited for this feature to help foster community storytelling and roleplay!

Want to play?

After trying it out for ourselves, we’re here to tell you all the battle mechanics as simply as possible, and give you the tools to try the combat system yourself with your friends!

If this is confusing and/or it’s your first time seeing or trying a game like this, we completely understand. By doing this, we are putting a lot of responsibility on you, the player, that would otherwise be on the software. We will try our best to supply pre-made components and a simple step-by-step instruction guide below.

If you want to try playing but still can’t understand everything, we recommend reaching out to a more experienced friend, or someone in our Discord, to help you out or play with you!

You need at least two people to play, and some dice! If you don’t have physical dice at home, try rolladie, or the Google dice roll function! Up to eight people can play with opposing teams of up to four!

Remember, if you’re playing with someone long distance, games are more fun if you’re faithful to the dice roll - no cheating!

Rules are below the cut!

If you’d like to build a character yourself, see the following steps:

Step 1: Roll for Statistics

You can do this by using dice to simulate how the software will choose your cat’s statistics. The software will have weighted outcomes for balance, and we simulate this with specific dice.

For this step, you will be rolling 2 12 sided dice (d12) and 1 6 sided die (d6). These outcomes will be your stat points. A statistic can have between 0-30 points.

You must roll these 3 dice 6 times, and record what number the dice equal to each time you roll.

If you get a 3 during one of your 6 rolls, you then must roll a four sided die (d4). This is to ensure it is possible to get 0-2. Count the following number for these rolls:

1 = 1 point

2 = 2 points

3 = 4 points

4 = 0 points

Your six roll numbers will fill in the following categories:

Roll 1 = Strength

Roll 2 = Sense

Roll 3 = Smarts

Roll 4 = Speed

Roll 5 = Savvy

Roll 6 = Stamina

Lastly, roll a 20 sided die (d20) and record the outcome 2 times. These rolls equal:

Roll 1 = Fortune

Roll 2 = Doom

Fill these numbers in the corresponding categories.

Now, count how many blocks you have for each category (excluding Stamina). These blocks are also known as dice or chances. Their official name is pending, but they equal the amount of times your cat has to succeed or fail for a single roll!

0 - 4 points = 1 die

5 - 9 points = 2 dice

10 - 14 points = 3 dice

15 - 19 points = 4 dice

20 - 24 points = 5 dice

25 - 29 points = 6 dice

30 points = 7 dice

Erase the dice you do not have from the sheet!

If you are playing at level 1, you are done.

However, if you wish to level up your cat to try the different battle mechanics, choose your class, then see the following:

Choose your class first.

After each level, you are given 10 stat points to distribute however you please among the 6 different statistical categories. This does not include Fortune and Doom.

For example, if you are going from level 1 to level 5, add 40 stat points to your character.

Add your stat points, then add the corresponding dice to the number your statistical category is at. Remember that the 6 categories all cannot go above 30.

Step 2: Choose a Class

Generally, your character’s class should depend on your statistics. The 5 classes are Warrior, Ranger, Medic, Thief, and Bard. Each class favors one of the statistical categories.

If your highest statistic is Strength, pick Warrior.

If your highest statistic is Sense, pick Ranger.

If your highest statistic is Smarts, pick Medic.

If your highest statistic is Speed, pick Thief.

If your highest statistic is Savvy, pick Bard.

If you have statistics that match in number, then pick whatever you like most of the two! If you’re playing with other people, it’s best that you do not have 2 of the same class on one team (a team equals 4 characters.) You may want to talk to the people you’re playing with to coordinate the classes of your teams.

However, this is just a guide. You can choose whatever class you please!

Step 3: Distribute Red and Green Dice

Depending on your class, certain statistical categories are poor or favored. Favored categories will have green dice, while poor categories will have red dice. Red and green dice are dice which give you guaranteed successes or critical successes, and red dice are dice which give your guaranteed failures or critical failures.

If this is confusing to you, that’s okay! It may make more sense when reading the combat outline. Simply follow the instructions:

If you are a Warrior, change 3 of your Sense dice to red, and 1 of your Strength dice to green.

If you are a Ranger, change 3 of your Strength dice to red, and 1 of your Sense dice to green.

If you are a Medic, change 3 of your Speed dice to red, and 1 of your Smarts dice to green.

If you are a Thief, change 3 of your Savvy dice to red, and 1 of your Speed dice to green.

If you are a Bard, change 3 of your Smarts dice to red, and 1 of your Savvy dice to green.

Note that if you do not have 3 dice to make red simply replace the amount of dice you have. For example, if you are a Thief with only 1 die in Savvy, then make that 1 die red!

If you are playing at level 1, you are done.

Otherwise, the amount of red and green dice you have in these categories will grow and shrink depending on level. See the following:

At level 1: Cats have 3 red dice in the poor statistic, and 1 green die in the favored statistic.

At level 3: Cats have 2 red die in the poor statistic, and 2 green die in the favored statistic.

At level 5: Cats have 1 red die in the poor statistic, and 3 green die in the favored statistic.

Class will also change to subclass once you are level 2 or above! See the next section for further details.

Step 4: Add Your Moves

If you are level 1, all 4 of your moves will already be planned for you. The moves you have are dependent on your class.

There are 5 basic move types:

Melee damage: Roll Strength for the number depleting the target’s stamina. Each success equals 1 point. Must be one tile apart, and the target must roll Speed for a chance to miss. Cannot hit diagonally.

Range damage: Roll Sense for the number depleting the target’s Stamina. Each success equals 1 point. Can hit up to six tiles apart between the two parties, cannot hit only 1 tile apart, and the target must roll Speed for a chance to miss. Can hit diagonally.

Dodge: Increases the amount or type of dice in the next Speed roll the user does.

Heal: Roll Smarts for the number added to the target’s stamina. Each success equals 1 point. Can hit diagonally.

Status: Affects the amount or type of dice for any and all rolls. Placement limitations depend on the move. Stackable over multiple turns.

Level 1 Warrior

Strike - Roll for Melee damage

Shield - Change 1 die to green during next Speed roll

Bandage - Roll for Stamina restoration of oneself

Warrior’s Spirit - Add +1 green die to next Strength roll

Level 1 Ranger

Longbow - Roll for Range damage

Dodge - Change 1 die to green during the next Speed roll

Bandage - Roll for Stamina restoration of oneself Ranger’s Spirit - Add +1 green die to next Sense roll

Level 1 Medic

Bite - Roll for Melee damage

Hiss - Roll for Range damage

First Aid - Roll for Stamina restoration of either oneself or a target. Must be 1 tile apart from the target.

Medic’s Spirit - Add +1 green die to next Smarts roll

Level 1 Thief

Slash - Roll for Melee damage

Dagger - Roll for Range damage

Hide - Change 1 die to green during the next Speed roll

Bandage - Roll for Stamina restoration of oneself

Level 1 Bard

Taunt - Roll for Melee damage

Shout - Roll for Range damage

Protection - Change 1 die to green during the next Speed roll

Bard’s Spirit - Add +1 white die to all rolls for one round to the target. Can be used on any target regardless of distance. Cannot be used on oneself

If you are playing at level 1, you are done!

If your character is level 2 or above, your character will need to choose a subclass.

Subclasses solely affect a single, special move called a submove. Each subclass has a single submove, so each cat will only ever have 1 submove. This move replaces one of the four you already have, and will grow in power for each level. Each class has 3 subclasses with 1 submove each.

Warrior Subclasses:

A. Warrior of the Fang

B. Warrior of the Claw

C. Warrior of the Body

Warrior Submoves:

A. Fangs - Melee damage +1 white die to the Strength roll at level 2 At level 3, +2 white dice At level 4, +3 white dice At level 5, +4 white dice Replaces the move Strike

B. Claws - Melee damage Damage affects all enemies within a 12 space radius at level 2 At level 3, radius is 24 At level 4, radius is 36 At level 5, radius is 48 Replaces the move Strike

C. Bodyguard - +1 white die to next Speed roll used to dodge an attack provided said attack is Melee At level 3, +2 white dice At level 4, +3 white dice At level 5, +4 white dice Replaces the move Shield

Ranger Subclasses:

A. Ranger of the Rain

B. Ranger of the Wind

C. Ranger of the Clouds

Ranger Submoves:

A. Multi-arrow - Range damage +1 white die to Sense roll at level 2 At level 3 +2 At level 4 +3 At level 5 +4 Replaces the move Longbow

B. Dash - Gives the user 9 spaces of movement for 3 rounds at level 2

2 spaces at level 3

16 spaces at level 4

20 spaces at level 5

Replaces the move Ranger’s Spirit

C. Safeguard - +1 white die to next Speed roll used to dodge an attack provided said attack is Range At level 3, +2 white dice At level 4, +3 white dice At level 5, +4 white dice Replaces the move Dodge

Medic Subclasses:

A. Medic of the Heart

B. Medic of the Mind

C. Medic of the Soul

Medic Submoves:

A. Healing Kiss - Roll for Stamina restoration of oneself or the target. Must be 1 tile apart +1 white die to smarts roll at level 2 +2 at level 3

+3 at level 4

+4 at level 5

Replaces the move First Aid

B. Hospital - Roll for Stamina restoration of oneself or all allies within a 12 space radius at level 2

At level 3, radius is 24

At level 4, radius is 36

At level 5, radius is 48

Replaces the move First Aid

C. Necromedic - Heal by bringing a fallen (Stamina fully depleted) ally back with 1/3rd Stamina, siphoning said Stamina from an enemy

At level 3, 1/2 total Stamina

At level 4, 2/3rd total Stamina

At level 5, 100% total Stamina

Cannot be used if an ally has not fallen during the combat instance. At each use, user takes damage equal to half of the damage siphoned and healed. Limited use of 4 times per mission. Has no range limit for target for target. Replaces the move First Aid

Thief subclasses:

A. Thief of Shadow

B. Thief of Time

C. Thief of Space

Thief Submoves:

A. Shadowsneak - Add (not replace) +1 green die to the next speed roll at level 2

+2 at level 3

+3 at level 4

+4 at level 5

Replaces the move Hide

B. Go-getter - Puts the user first in initiative order for the next 2 turns at level 2

3 turns at level 3

4 turns at level 4

5 turns at level 5

Replaces the move Hide

C. Two-step - Allows the user to choose whether to attack or move first, as opposed to move, then attack

Lasts for 2 turns at level 2

3 turns at level 3

4 turns at level 4

5 turns at level 5

Requires a speed success roll to activate. Replaces the move Hide

Bard Subclasses:

A. Bard of the Night

B. Bard of the Day

C. Bard of the Dawn

Bard Submoves:

A. Screech - At level 2, all enemies within a 12 space radius have 1 red die replaced in their next roll

At level 3, radius is 24 and 2 dice are replaced

At level 4, radius is 36 and 3 dice are replaced

At level 5, radius is 48 and 4 dice are replaced

Replaces the move Bard’s Spirit

B. Sing - At level 2, all allies within a 12 space radius have 1 green die replaced in their next roll

At level 3, radius is 24 and 2 dice are replaced

At level 4, radius is 36 and 3 dice are replaced

At level 5, radius is 48 and 4 dice are replaced

Replaces the move Bard’s Spirit

C. Deafen - At level 2, all red dice are changed to white during the next roll of all allies within a 12 space range, and all green dice are changed to white during the next roll of all enemies within a 12 space range

At level 3, radius is 24

At level 4, radius is 36

At level 5, radius is 48

Replaces the move Bard’s Spirit

The spirit status moves also grow with level if they are not replaced:

At level 1: Class’s Spirit does +1 color die to the designated roll

At level 3: Class’s Spirit does +2 color die to the designated roll

At level 5: Class’s Spirit does +3 color die to the designated roll

Once you have determined your character’s statistics. class, level, potential subclass, and moves, it’s now time to get your teams together and battle!

A single cat square takes up 4 spaces. It is recommended that you place your cats randomly on the board, and that you have as many allies as there are enemies. Meaning, if you have two cats on the A team, put two cats on the B team!

Turn order is decided by the cat with the highest Speed statistic among the group. If two cats are tied for Speed, then automatic green or red dice in the Speed stat are calculated (cats with a green die in the Speed stat will trump a cat without a green die, and cats with a red die will fall below a cat without a red die.) If the Speed stat is still a tie, roll a D6 to determine who is above the other within the tie. Remember, odd numbers are outcome A and even numbers are outcome B.

A turn in combat takes 2 parts:

1. Move

2. Attack

A turn must take place in this order, move then attack, unless a move has been used to designate otherwise.

Movement depends on level:

Level 1 cats may only move 6 spaces

Level 2 cats may only move 7 spaces

Level 3 cats may only move 8 spaces

Level 4 cats may only move 9 spaces

Level 5 cats may only move 10 spaces

You do not have to move the full amount of spaces, and you do not have to move at all if you do not want to!

For diagonal movement, count the spaces horizontally and vertically! You may not move nor attack 6 full spaces diagonally, but you may move 3 spaces to the side and 3 spaces up (this is not the case for Range attacks, which can hit diagonally without the use of slope!)

Attack consists of any of the moves at your cat’s disposal.

Every time a cat is hit with a Range or Melee attack, they must roll to avoid the attack. Cats must roll a number above or equal to the number of damage that they are being attacked for. If this number is not met, all the damage hits!

Remember to always roll for Fortune and Doom before rolling for the outcome!

This is done by using a 20 sided die, and counting the roll as a success if the number is under or equal to the Fortune or Doom statistic. For example, if your Fortune is 15, you need a 15 or below to succeed. If your Doom is 20, you will always succeed at a Doom roll.

If you succeed on Fortune, replace a white die in your roll with a green die! If you have only red and green dice, replace a red die! If you have only green dice, do nothing.

If you succeed on Doom, replace a white die in your roll with a red die! If you have only red and green dice, replace a green die! If you have only red dice, do nothing.

For every roll for outcome, use the amount of six-sided dice that the statistic calls for, with the necessary red and green dice accounted for. A die landing on an even number equals a success, and a die landing on an odd number equals a failure.

For calculating red, green, and white dice, keep the following in mind:

White fail: 0

White success: +1

Green fail: +1

Green success: +2

Red fail: 0

Red success: -2

If you end up with a negative number during your roll, your cat takes damage equal to the negative number. If a cat rolls to attack and ends with a -1 roll, said cat will take -1 damage instead.

Or, if a cat rolls to dodge an attack but ends with a -1 roll, that -1 will be added to the damage taken from the attack.

You must always use an attack to end your turn.

To finish off this briefing on how to play, here are some valuable notes on experience from one of the team members that we tested with!

“If you decide to play with other people, you may choose to have one person work as a GM* and do all the dice rolling and math in-game. Having several people do it themselves can get confusing. If you find yourself in this role, here are some tips.

*GM is a tabletop RPG term that usually stands for game master. (If you've heard of a dungeon master from dungeons and dragons, it's the same thing.) Usually the game master is in charge of controlling non-player characters and the overarching story. However, for this, it's a little different.

1. Colored Dice

If you are using physical dice, I cannot recommend enough to make sure that your d6s (6 sided dice) are red, green, and white (or at the very least 3 distinct colors.) Remembering which one is which when they're all the same is a headache and a half. If you're using an online roller, using 3 separate tabs all with the same dice to keep them separate should do the trick.

2. Enemy Cats

The way we played was 2 teams of 3 cats, each of us controlling a cat on either team. Personally I think this is the best way to play, as one finds themself less caught up in actually winning and more focused on having fun playing a silly game with friends. However, you are welcome to control your cats any number of ways. You could have the GM control all enemy cats and players control their own cat, you could have two people play two teams of opposing cats; whatever you have the most fun doing!

#3 Fortune and Doom

This is easy to forget in the beginning. Whenever ANY cat rolls dice for ANY reason you HAVE to roll for Fortune and Doom first. Have 2d20 (two twenty sided dice) that are green and red (or at least different colors) on hand at all times. It will become second nature to you by the end of the game. Attacking? F&D first. Dodging? F&D first. Healing? F&D first.

#4 Character Sheets

If your character sheets are on physical pieces of paper, it's most useful to have them displayed where you and their player can see. You will both need to check these sheets frequently, and needing to ask: "What's your fortune? How many strength dice do you have? What's your class again?" Becomes annoying for both parties.

#5 Roleplaying

This is totally optional, however I highly recommend it. Talking about how your cat is stricken with grief because their teammate died when they missed their last attack roll is half the fun. Give them backstories! Give them relationships! The world is your oyster.

Final notes:

I personally did not test tile functions and cats above level 1. I plan to in the future, but if you decide to play this, let us know how it goes! Please, please, PLEASE tell us everything that happened if you do this yourself. We want to know both the drama and what technical issues you ran into. Show no mercy in ripping different mechanics apart! This is how we learn! Thanks for reading! Have fun!”

Now, knock eachother out!

To Summarize: We shared the improved renders of the Snowfoot breed, a preview page of what Guilds will look like, and a breakdown of what we are testing so you can play for yourself!

What to expect next month: Continuation of asset and development production.

#kickstarter update

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nicos-robin · 7 months

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i was tagged in a 20 Questions meme!

sorry for taking so long to respond, i can be kinda lazy sometimes and was waiting to be able to use my laptop <3 but ty for the tag @iam-jacks-redacted-information !!!

let's dive right in!

1 ) How many works do you have on AO3?

28!

2) What’s your total AO3 words count?

120,637 (owo)

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Red vs Blue, Spider-Man, World of Warcraft and SPYXFAMILY are what are listed on my ao3 profile. I've done my most amount of work in the RvB fandom, but i've also written a LOT for The Hunger Games, Torchwood, and (sadly) Harry Potter and Twilight. Just... not on ao3.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Next Time Around which is an RvB rewrite w/ Tex surviving outside of the Epsilon memory unit, instead of being erased by Church at the end of s9 (which i still need to rewrite and finish waaah) Closure which.. I genuinely don't remember writing. Scars which I wrote on behalf of someone who wanted more non-sibling Carwash fics a cup of coffee in the morning which I wrote after a desire to see more of Wash's tastes/interests changing after the implementation of the Epsilon AI it's all in your head aka, a cute lil thing I did for fifteen minute ficlets that I need to get back into for SPYXFAMILY and twiyor.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes and no. It depends! I am an awkward person so if I know how to reply, I usually will especially if it's something i can answer! However, if it's something where i can't really think of a good response I might just leave it, or come back to it later.

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh... i tend to not write angsty endings. I like happy endings, I like knowing that despite everything, happiness can still be found. Like I LOVE angst, but I also like rewarding myself with some happy endings.

but one time I wrote about Cinna's death from THG so.... does that count?

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've never finished it, but my intended ending for Next Time Around was to have Tex going to Allison's grave on Earth with Carolina and Wash and laying down Forget-Me-Nots, before going back to live out the rest of her time with the Reds and Blues.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Never directly, but I also don't really remember a lot of 2015-2018 because of cringe :'). I do think a lot of Peter/gwen fics got indirect hate from peter/mj fans which sucks because Peter has TWO hands!

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have orphaned most of my smut fics, but yes. I have done some basic ass vanilla guy eats out a girl stuff, but my favorite is the kinky sapphic smut. If you ever stumble upon a Tex/Emily Grey smut fic by an orphaned account, that was me :)

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, they're just not for me.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but last time I checked in 2021 someone had stolen my fucking background/about section from Tex RP blog and that was a COMMON problem I had in the RvB RP fandom on here. So. much. fucking. theft. of. my. god. damn. about. page.

And I put hours of work into it. Hours. It was detailed, and people just keep fucking stealing it somehow.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

errrr...... Trying to rack my brain but coming up with a blank. i've written fics as favors/gifts for people though! Usually a "I have this idea and no idea how to write it help me pls Ange" thing

14) What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Church/Tex. Something about the inherent doomed by the narrative of it all, how no matter how hard Church tries to pull her close she always drifts away from him, the levels of love and trust they have towards one another.... Like they are DOOMED lovers but also they kinda both know that and that's what makes it so difficult.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I really really wanna go back and re-do and finish Next Time Around, and after playing NieR Automata that desire is even more present. but also, one piece is my current hyperfixation so I have no idea if I ever will.

16) What are your writing strengths?

oh. oh god. oh. um. hm.

Probably my short, punchy sentences. Where not a whole lot is being said, but the impact is still really strong and the emotions of what I'm trying to impart are impactful.

Also, my inner character monologues. I love that shit. Lemme open up their mind and tell you their entire secrets

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Combat and physical descriptions B)

Combat is just... Idk. So much going on and it's so hard and you have to be really good about the descriptions and the motions and movements or else it's all a mess. And physical descriptions just... I'm a byproduct of the cringe era so I always worry about how my descriptions will sounds T-T

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

/shrug

I have never attempted to create my own fictional language, and I probably never will. It just isn't for me. I am planning on trying to pick Japanese back up, as when I was a wee child I knew it fairly well, but lost it as the years went on.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Shugo Chara! or Sailor Moon

20) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Next Time Around is my current magnum opus but it also unfinished and I have no idea when I will pick it back up.

And that's a wrap! Thank you again @iam-jacks-redacted-information for the tag!!! I appreciate it, and i loved reading through your responses! Plus it made me go back through my old ao3 archive and see what I have written which I haven't done in a minute.

Anyways <3 if you wanna play this game please feel free to, and tag me in it! I always feel awkward tagging bc I still don't know a whole lot of people on here anymore QwQ

#fdjkfjsijfsijf my responses all over the place #oh whale <3 #tag games #long post #about ange

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spamton-addison · 10 months

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okay all the questions I can think of before I have to leave

1 general backstory overview?

2 pronouns?

3 favorite food, movie, snack, book, and person?

4 an object they really like

5 sexual/romantic orientation(s)?

6 how many friends do they have?

7 cursed by the visions or doomed by the narrative

8 are you interested in maybe them hanging out with my characters sometime maybe…….

9 does their name have a meaning?

10 are they yours or did you revamp them? (Or are they just a blorbo?)

11 do they like rain?

12 favorite tv show

13 old television colorbars? Yes or no?

14 touch tone telephone or rotary dial phone?

15 why do they stand out to you so much?

16 I am out of ideas. I will send more if I think of them and pls keep writing if you’d like/can

OKAY RAPIDFIRE LETS GO

1. sale is the oldest sibling of the addison family (hes 28 usually, but around 24 in some aus . hes always the oldest sibling though) he was happy once and then his best friend got cucked by a capitalist bastard which caused him to completely shut down emotionally in some fucked up misguided attempt to protect himself and his siblings from further harm its a whole thing . he is constantly overworking himself in order to avoid thinking about what happens and refuses to let himself cry ever

2. pronouns are he/him this man is CIS

3. favourite food: nothing i can think of specifically but he used to really like sour things and meat . he hates beef specifically though

favourite movie: he doesnt give himself time to watch anything recreationally. he probably wouldve liked deadpool/deadpool 2 if hed ever watched them though (sorry. my movie knowledge is limited and im projecting)

favourite snack: coffee is not a snack but it is to him . he probably ate coffee beans before the horrors as a joke

favourite book: he doesnt give himself time to read but he probably would like fantasy books . think like the dragon stones trilogy or eragon . also maybe the hunger games

favourite person: thatd either be his (missing) best friend Loveluck, his sibling Reverb (in aus where reverb exists) or his sibling Radio (in aus where radio exists)

4. he has this one specific pen that hes used for years and never throws away . he would rather spend a fuck ton of money getting ink specifically for this one pen than just buy a ton of new ones cheap . it is his favourite pen . otherwise he has a photo of him and his siblings he keeps in his room, but hes kept it facedown since the horrors (it hurts to look at)

5. hes aroace :D

6. anywhere between zero and maybe three . depends on the au

7. doomed by the narrative but also the narrative wants to save him . he is dead set on dooming himself . but also he suffers in nearly every au so i think that counts as doomed by the narrative

8. he doesnt get out much anymore and is kind of mean to most people but ABSOLUTELY . young sale (pre shutdown) is tolerable and a fun guy to be around probably

9. take a wild guess what the name Sale could possibly mean/silly

10. sale is my oc but he was Supposed to just be a generic yellow addison to act as the scapegoat . it got a little out of hand and now hes my everything

11. ya he likes the rain its grounding . when it rains is like the only time he lets himself take a break from work because he can just focus on the white noise of the rain . its nice to him . rain is actually one of the few things he likes now that he Didnt like before

12. he hates like everything to do with tv shows . probably the pokemon anime

13. possibly

14. touch tone . he has a personal vendetta against rotary dial phones

15. CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER. HE IS MY FAVOURITE COLOUR, HE HAS SPIKY TEETH, I PROJECT ONTO HIM AN ALARMING AMOUNT, IVE HAD HIM AROUND A YEAR AND A HALF AT LEAST BY NOW I THINK? HE STANDS OUT BECAUSE HES JUST SO FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN IN A WAY UNIQUE TO HIM (and trust me there are a Lot of characters that are so fucked up around him) HE IS SO FULL OF CONFLICT AND FEAR AND HES PATHETIC AND ID LET HIM BE MY DAD BUT ALSO IM A LITTLE GAY FORHIM .

16. sale has like. two main character arcs to me, regardless of au . notably being his first arc, in which he digs himself into a terribly awfully deep hole, and his second arc being then realising he wants to get Out of it again . although in the aus where he Does get to heal he is never the same as he was before it all, he still heals and gets to move on with his life . even if it takes him literal years to get to a point where he can even start .

despite how poor his circumstances are (largely by his own fault but caused by the disappearance of loveluck) and despite how hard it is for him to keep going every day he never wants to die . he wants this hell to end but he doesnt want that end to be by dying . he wants to live . he wishes he still could . but he is so scared and he lets that fear control him and that is why he so routinely makes the shittiest decisions . he is trying his best but his best right now is terrible because of how centred he is on avoiding the past .

he means so much to me

#posts on discount (sale addison posting)#long post

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Doom WADs’ Roulette (2004): Introduction

Well, folks... I’m back! Back from my break. After watching some of the stuff from Disney+ and finishing the rest of the WADs that became official add-ons for Bethesda’s Doom port at this point. But it’s time to come back for the next year of WADs.

And hey, look at the date! It’s December 10th! The freaking 29th anniversary of the first Doom game’s release!

Right on time, folks! >:]

With that said...

Ladies. Gentlemen and Others, welcome, to the Doom WADs’ Roulette, where I review the best WADs according to Doomworld’s Top 100 WADs of All Times and (now) Cacowards. Today, we are starting to check out top WADs of 2004. Here are the rules:

#1 We are playing on GZDoom (ver. 4.8.2 4.9.0).

#2 We are playing on Hurt Me Plenty.

#3 Vertical aiming is on.

#4 No infinitely tall monsters.

#5 The WAD will be downloaded from the archives unless it’s not there among other reasons.

#6 We are playing WADs shown on a Doomworld roster from top to bottom in that order.

#7 Lighting is set on Legacy.

#8 Deathmatch WADs and the winners of the Worst WAD award do not count.

Welcome to 2004. Poland is finally in UE, Bill Gates is STILL richest, Facebook appears (in times before Zuck was replaced by a robot lizard pretending to be him), another probe is sent to Mars while yet another one discovers two new moons of Saturn.

2004 was also the release year of Painkiller, Half-Life 2, Far Cry, and Rome: Total War among other games.

As for the Doom franchise, the long waited Doom 3 was finally released. It was praised by journos, but I don’t think the regular game audience felt the same due to how that game was such an oddball of the franchise.

As for the other stuff, uhm... the Board game version of Doom is released... Yeah...

What about the 2004 roster of WADs? Well, here is the funny story. After the Top 100 WADs of All Time, released for the 10th anniversary of the first Doom game, the folks behind DoomWorld wanted to do something like that again but on a somewhat smaller scale (and because they were lazy). None of their ideas would come into fruition until Stephen Browning AKA Scuba Steve came out with an idea that would later become the first-ever Cacowards. And thus the 1st edition of this ceremony was born (actually titled 11th due to the first decade of Doom WADs being technically done already).

Now, the deal with the Cacowards, is that it’s more than just 10 WADs that were considered the most memorable WADs of the year. It also has runner-ups, honorable mentions (if there are ones), WADs with the longest development cycle, WADs that make you LOL, WADs that are best for Deathmatches, best Doom mapper of the year, Did You Know... sections, and the WADs that are complete and utter garbage. And that’s just the first Cacowards.

Due to how the WAD roster has now extended to more than just 10-11 WADs (and believe me, it gets bigger in the future in some cases (Cacowards 2021 as of writing this sentence)), I’ve decided to modify my formula for reviewing rosters. So instead of typical from top to bottom like with Top 100 WADs, I will split the Cacowards rosters into three sections (or as I like to call them - Leagues), starting with the Bronze League.

The Bronze League will be dedicated to WADs that earned the additional rewards. So no top 10 golden boys, no runner-ups, and no honorary mentions. After reviewing these WADs, I will take a break from one to three days depending on how many WADs were in this league. It might get longer.

Also, as I mentioned in the rules, I won’t be reviewing the best Deathmatch maps/WADs and the WADs that were considered the worst of the year. For the former ones, I’m not a multiplayer guy. I’m not interested in this. And for the latter... I mean come on. I’m here to have fun making these reviews. Not to torture myself.

Now, starting off with Cacowards, 2004 has two WADs worth taking a look: The Mordeth Award WAD, and the Mockaward WAD. I’ll talk further about these awards when I’ll cover them the first time but for now, we will start with the former winner in five minutes.

Get ready folks.

The Cacoward season is now open!

#doom #Doom WAD #introduction #doom mod #doom 1 #Doom 2 #2004 #doom 2004 #cacowards #Doom WADs’ Roulette

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Marco’s Bauble Part 7 - a One Piece Mermaid AU Text Story

I ended up spending most of this past weekend setting up the Mermaid AU on AO3, so I do hope y’all will check it out over there!

Please note that on AO3, this Marco’s Bauble story is going under the title On the Courtship of Monkey D. Luffy. I didn’t really know where this series was going when I began writing it, and “Marco’s Bauble” was most definitely a starting point, but it’s expanded well beyond that now, as you’ll probably see in this update ^ ^; I haven’t decided yet whether I’ll rename all the parts on Tumblr or not.

BUT in the meantime, I’ll continue posting updates in advance here on Tumblr (and on Patreon even further in advance ;D), so here’s an update for this week!

In which Sabo confronts Koala.

Continues off of, and should be read after:

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 1

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 2

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 3

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble, Part 4

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble, Part 5

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble, Part 6

Hmm, Koala thinks. So this probably counts as a "kabedon."

A kabedon, according to the young new recruits who'd explained it to her, is a situation in which one person, ideally tall and attractive, leans over a second, ideally smaller person, boxing them against a wall with their arms, essentially pinning them in place. Koala thinks it sounds like menacing posturing, but the recruits insisted that if done by the right person, it's a terribly titillating scenario, the kind you'd find in romance stories.

It happens to be the situation that Koala finds herself in now, with her back against the side of Merry's cabin as Sabo looms over her, effectively blocking all exits with his arms braced against the wall on either side of her.

Sabo, Koala grudgingly thinks, probably not only qualifies, but is likely the recruits' very definition of tall and attractive.

Right now, he's doing that thing where his eyes are half-mast, dark and unreadable as they peer down at Koala through the curtain of blond locks that have fallen across his face. It's a look that Koala knows has half of Baltigo swooning, and she's heard people call it Chief's Sexy Look.

Koala feels very strongly that those are a poor choice of words, because from personal experience, she knows it's a look that's usually followed immediate, brutal interrogation that often ends in screams and excessive bloodshed.

"Koala," he breathes, in that voice that has stolen the hearts of half the Revolutionary Army, and has convinced more than one unfortunate soul that perhaps, they might survive this encounter after all.

But Koala knows better.

Because his next words are, surprise surprise, "What are you hiding from me about my Luffy?"

He smiles then, and it looks misleadingly gentle, and Koala can see why strangers may mistake him for a benevolent princely gentleman.

But Koala knows Sabo. And all she sees is the manic sadism behind the oh so very fake expression.

She cringes, because no, there is absolutely nothing romantic or exciting about this situation at all. All she feels is Doom.

"Hmm?" she says, keeping her hands behind her back so he can't see them twist. In these situations, Koala's more than well aware that the more she talks, the more she incriminates herself.

Many who observe their partnership are under the impression that Sabo's just the overpowered guy who beats people up and destroys shit, while Koala provides intel. And while it's true that Koala has intel, Sabo's the one who often personally extracts it from their most stubborn sources.

In other words, what Sabo wants, he usually gets. It's usually a comforting thought, but not today.

"Hmm?" Sabo parrots back, eyes lazily tracing over her face, and Koala frantically tries to keep her expression neutral as he searches for an opening.

It's like when they were children, Koala thinks, when they played interrogation games with each other as assignments for Inazuma's class. Except this time, it's not Koala's grade on the line. And while Koala knows that her partner would never actually hurt her, he's also very capable of making life pretty miserable for her if she doesn't spill.

And right now, she has a secret she'd really, really like to keep away from Sabo.

The secret being, y'know, the fact that someone proposed to his dearest baby brother.

And even though it's extremely unlikely that Luffy understands the significance behind the gesture, she considers the gift hers, which, for all points and purposes...means she accepted.

Koala does not want Sabo to find out about this, from her, at least right now, before she has more information.

But, Koala glumly remembers, she's never actually managed to win any interrogation games against him.

"You know," he says, voice deceptively light, and Koala wants to groan because here we go. "Luffy and Ace mean the world to me. They're not just my past, they make me who I am. Even when I didn't remember, they were with me, and I was with them. They're everything to me."

Koala won't break. She tries to look for an opening without shifting her eyes, but Sabo's not an amateur and there are no escape routes.

"It would truly be terrible, if something happened to one of them, something that should be stopped, that I could have prevented if only I had known."

He's poking her defenses. He wants her to say, you're blowing this out of proportion, it's not that big a deal, or maybe you're overthinking this. Possibly even lie, I'm not hiding anything, or even counter, what makes you think I'm hiding something?

Koala knows better. Those are all traps, all openings that he'd pounce on, and she's seen him rip people apart for falling for them. Koala won't give him the chance.

He leans in close, and whispers in her ear, voice low and dark in a way that would make his fans cry, and his enemies cry too but for an entirely different reason. "You wouldn't know something that'd prevent me from fulfilling my duties as Luffy's older brother, now would you, Koala?"

Well, Koala thinks snidely, depends on what you consider your brotherly duties, and whether they include homicide and starting a war with an Emperor.

She says, "Mmm."

Sabo, or rather his mouth, smiles. His eyes are a void. Koala's not used to be on the receiving end of this particular stare, and she isn't enjoying a moment of it.

"Alright. If that's how you want to be. Let's figure this out together, now shall we?"

Sabo's voice is calm, exaggeratedly patient, like a therapist. He never talks to Koala like this, but Koala still recognizes this particular tone, and cringes as she realizes which interrogation pattern he's chosen. It's one she's ill equipped to counter at the moment, and he no doubt knows it.

Koala braces herself. Blank face, she tells herself, even breathing. He's using his stupid over-powered Observation Haki to keep track of your pulse.

"Well," he begins, "I know it's already about Luffy, because you're more nervous about me talking about her than Ace." It's stated as fact, and Koala blinks rapidly to moisten her eyes because she knows the real deal's starting now, and she'll have to avoid blinking when it might give her away.

"And it must be something you found out during your Fishman Karate sessions, because you don't have any other time together, at least when I'm not watching."

Koala isn't remotely surprised that he's monitoring everyone; after all, she's been doing the same. She wants to sigh but keeps it in.

"It's probably something physical, because Lu can't keep secrets if she thinks of them as secrets, so it might have been something you saw...a scar, or a mark on her body? No? Then an object she has on her...Ah, there we go."

Fuck you, I didn't give you any tells, Koala thinks indignantly, but she knows that expressing any annoyance will only confirm his guesses, and continues to refuse to speak.

"You've been going to the kitchen more often than usual, but not during meal times, or even prep times, but rather lulls...times that you have no business in the kitchen, and times where only cooks are present, cleaning up or otherwise doing tasks that don't require their full attention...the perfect time to chat."

Maybe I wanted a snack, Koala thinks, but keeps her mouth shut, because Sabo already knows when and how she snacks. This interrogation really isn't fair.

"And as for the cooks in question...well, if it were Sanji, I'd just ask him myself, but you knew I wouldn't do that, right, Koala? You know I could get it out of him, so if it was him, he wouldn't know anything of value. But I don't think he's involved at all."

Sabo looks at Koala expectantly. Koala stares right back at him, though her eyes feel very, very dry.

"So the question now is, why would my dearest partner want to protect Thatch, Fourth Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates and temporary first cook of the ASL Pirates?" Sabo talks as though he's asking himself, but he isn't, and Koala's not fooled. She keeps her face blank. "I doubt it's a personal thing, after all, his intentions towards Luffy couldn't be more obvious, he announces it at least once a day. And given my partner's obvious little lesbian crush, it doesn't seem in her best interests to help him, no?"

This does get a reaction from Koala, and her breath leaves her in a whoosh. Fine, make it personal. If he's figured out this much, it's only a few more steps till the answer, and at this point what does it matter. Koala glares, relishing freeing her face from its mask, and for a moment Sabo's back to his usual self, giving her a cheeky wink as though to say told you so. But then Interrogator!Sabo is back, because he's not quite done yet.

Whatever. She tried, alright. It's not like she owes the Phoenix anything. She leans back against the wall, bringing her arms in front of her chest, and scowls, hoping her expression projects exactly what she thinks of Interrogator!Sabo at the moment. Sabo likewise drops his arms, because he knows she's no longer going to escape.

"You're not protecting Thatch himself, because if you were we could solve it here, and it never needs to get out of hand. So you're protecting someone connected to him. The fact that you're being so stubborn, tells me that it's not just a personal thing, but something that could cause an incident, that would likely affect the Army. Which means, obviously, a Whitebeard pirate.

"But I don't think it's just any Whitebeard pirate. They're someone high profile enough that it would be a big deal if I were to confront them, possibly jeopardizing any potential future alliances the Army forms with them, or drawing the eyes of the World Government. Which, they're already watching us, which makes me think it's gotta be someone even bigger than Thatch..."

Which, of course doesn't leave much.

"It could very well be old man Whitebeard himself," Sabo says, but he's shaking his head. "But something tells me it's not. And I know that some very interesting little blue birds have been stopping by the Merry, likely with letters for Thatch, but possibly also with unsolicited deliveries for my baby brother..."

Your baby brother, chill with your possessiveness, does rubbing it in feel that good? Koala sniffs.

"And as for why it's a big deal...you wouldn't be so secretive over a crush. Everyone on the crew has a crush. That can be dealt with. This is a few steps beyond, something you think would make me mad, right, Koala?”

Sabo pauses a moment, but it's for dramatic effect, because Sabo knows that Koala knows that he already has an answer.

"So tell me, Koala. What did Marco the Phoenix give Luffy to try to claim her as his bride?"

And well, there you have it.

"Bravo," Koala says dryly. "I see you're qualified for your position, Chief. I'll be sure to inform the Boss."

Sabo tips his hat, and even though she allows herself to relax, Koala keeps her eyes trained on her partner.

He's taking this calmer than she expected, to be honest. Interrogator!Sabo still hasn't fully faded from his face, but he's no longer giving off sadistic vibes, and has that little frown that tells Koala he's still sorting through his thoughts. His ability to remain composed is likely affected by the fact that they're still in Paradise, and the Whitebeard Pirates and the New World are still quite a ways away.

Which is good, because it means Sabo can't just impulsively cause a massive incident on the spot. But it's also bad, because it means he's got more time to plot, and Sabo can come up with some pretty devastating things if given the opportunity.

"Sabo, I barely know anything myself, and neither does Thatch," Koala says, finally willing to speak. "I'm working on getting more information. Don't plan anything rash yet. It could all be a misunderstanding."

Sabo slowly nods, still quiet. Koala sighs.

This might be a good time to bring up a certain topic, she realizes. She'd been thinking about it for a while now, but had wanted to give him more time.

She first thought about it when the night after he regained his memories, she sees Sabo slip away from the Merry to pursue the ship that's transporting the slavers who tried to sell Luffy at the auction house. The slavers have already been passed in the hands of Army agents, all of the enslaved have been freed and are on their way to safety, and Luffy's back with her crew. Their job should have been over.

Sabo comes back before dawn, accompanied by Ace who had likely transported him with Striker. He seems calmer than the night before, but Koala doesn't miss that his gloves are still damp from recently being washed.

There've been other incidents too, in the short period they've traveled together. Koala's seen Sabo dangerously close to snapping (and actually snapping) more during the past few weeks than their entire decade together. And on one hand, it's understandable, but on the other...

"You know," Koala begins, as gently as possible. "she's no longer the child you left behind. She's an adult. Even if this ends up being nothing, she may still find someone, one day. What are you going to do then?"

If Luffy's in physical danger, protecting her is one thing. But what if it's something that she chooses?

The change is subtle, but Koala notices when the last of the Chief of Staff fades from Sabo, as his head tilts downward ever so slightly. And all of a sudden he reminds Koala all too much of the tiny, battered child who stared at himself in the mirror when he thought everyone was asleep, touching his scars and asking, Who are you?

"I can't lose her, I can't lose either of them," Sabo says quietly, and he overlaps completely with the lost child, and ah, Koala thinks, because she gets it.

That child, that self who was missing for so long, is back now, inside Sabo where he always belonged, where he always existed but couldn't be recognized. That child now takes up so much space, too much space, and still hasn't been fully reconciled with the adult that Sabo's grown up to be. Simpler, childish emotions and desires that feel too vibrant and raw, clashing with the adult's more weathered world view, aggravated further by all the darkness that Sabo's seen in their line of work.

Sabo's less concerned about Ace, Koala knows, because even though Sabo loves both his brothers, Ace is like his other half. They don't protect each other, but function seamlessly as a single unit, a unit with one priority that stands above all else.

Luffy.

Luffy, who as a child, Sabo was able to protect from anything and everything in their isolated microcosm. Luffy, who as an adult, Sabo knows all too well is more vulnerable than ever, as proven by the very situation in which they reunited.

A gilded glass tank, hidden away behind dusty curtains, with a dark, motionless shape crumpled at the bottom. Chains, chains, and chains upon bruised skin, and bubbles rising from parted lips, getting smaller and smaller as she slowly fades...

That was bad enough, but Koala doubts Ace or any of the others know exactly what the fate of a captured mermaid is, at least in the way that Koala and Sabo do.

Koala understands, she really does.

But she also knows the importance of freedom, not just to Sabo, but likely to Luffy and Ace as well.

"Would it be losing her?" she asks, and child!Sabo flinches.

"We vowed to be free," Sabo says, and he still sounds lost, like he doesn't know what the word means anymore. "And we will be." His hat shadows his eyes, and Koala can't imagine how they look at that moment. "But I don't want her to go where I can't follow."

"Then follow," Koala says, because what else is there to say? "Follow, if that's your freedom. But you can't stop hers."

"I know."

She couldn't have known how Sabo would take her words.

Part 8, we see more of Thatch.

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

As always, any comments are immensely appreciated and help motivate me to create more for this AU! ;A;

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TATTLE GAMES🐮

⚠️May contain SPOILERS of The Promised Neverland (TPN) ⚠️

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“Let’s run away together”

What is the “Identity V” mobile game?

Identity V is a survival horror multiplayer game designed for children 12 +. The story revolves around a detective who is solving a mystery behind a sinister game held within an abandoned manor. The game setup revolves around matches between 4 survivors and 1 hunter or 8 survivors and 2 hunters (depending on the mode). Basically to win, the hunter must kill 3 or 6 survivors or at least 3 or 6 survivors must escape before the game ends. The player can level up his/her characters by playing and winning matches. The rewards earned from the games can be used to upgrade the skill of the characters, receive items, obtain costumes, and many more.

Why I advice TPN fans to play this game and participate in the event?

If you are an avid TPN fan, I advice you to start playing this game before the “The Promised Neverland” crossover event takes place sometime in February or early Spring of 2021 but the exact date is yet to be announced. I just estimated those dates based on the deadline of the pre-registration. In my opinion, to fully enjoy this event, you’ve got to be familiar with the controls, mechanics, and intensity of the game before the awaited event so that it wouldn’t surprise you. 😉 Let me tell you, the game is intense especially for gamers who aren’t used to this genre. It’s an adrenaline pumping game that involves a lot of running around, hide and seek, and prompt decision making that will get new users addicted to it. All I can say is, a good battle strategy comes in handy in these games. Sounds familiar? Yeah! Just like in TPN, your practically playing tag with your enemy. Your strategy as a killer or a survivor matters a lot if you want to win and reap the rewards of your victory. For me, this game reminds me a lot of the Goldy Pond Battle Arc but unlike in the Manga, the number of players (hunters and survivors) are greater in TPN. Emma and the other survivor’s task is different compared to the game because they have to stay alive within the alloted killing time instead of just deciphering machines and activating exits to escape the game area. In Emma��s case though, they are literally trapped and living in Goldy Pond, the bloody arena! They can’t escape! I’m excited to see how this plays out in the event because NetEase Inc. might alter the basic mechanics of the game to follow the main story of TPN so it’s something to look forward to. Another thing to look forward to are the costumes, items, and other rewards that are based on the TPN characters that you all love and cherish!!! 🥳 HOW COOL IS THAT! 🤩 Fans may get a chance to earn Grace Field costumes or maybe an Emma sleeve. 😭 I’m looking forward on seeing an Emma-looking survivor doll running away from a Leuvis-looking hunter doll or maybe a Norman-looking survivor doll rescuing an Emma-looking survivor doll. 😍 Heck, I think it’s the other way around but it’s still soooo CUTE. 🥲

How do I take part in this event?

It’s easy, just bind your game ID number in the pre-registration page. It’s totally free too!

How do I obtain a game ID number?

The game ID can be obtained if your already an Identity V player. The game ID number is shown underneath your user name in the settings menu. If your not a player, you need to download the mobile game first and start the game. Don’t worry, your not going to be thrown in the killing arena right off the bat.

What is the Manor IQ Test?

The Manor IQ Test is a teaser game for fans to enjoy while waiting for the crossover event. It’s a super hard, time pressured IQ Test that enables fans to experience the difficulty level of the test the premium cattle kids have to take every morning. I advice switching on the sound effects because it adds up to the creepy factor and the pressure of getting a perfect score. 😰

How to get a perfect score in the Manor IQ Test to avoid getting shipped out?

If your a fan of the series, you know the importance of getting a perfect score in every test. Perfect score = another day to live (in their case, it’s 3 months to live until the time when they turn 12 and their hard earn scores are deemed useless). 🤬

I feel you Ray 😣 so, I’m sharing the answer key to you guys. 🤫 Following this will ensure you to earn a “perfect scorer” title. 😬

Several Survivors stand in a line. If the Explorer is 15th in line counting from both left and right, how many Survivors are in the line? Answer: 29

Emily is older than Martha, and both of their ages contain the number "2". The sum of the two numbers in Martha's age is less than 4, Martha is two years younger than Emma, and the sum of these three ladies' ages is 74. How old are Emily, Martha, and Emma? Answer: 32, 20, and 22

What number completes the pattern? Answer: 16

There is a box in front of you that contains an abundance of perfume, syringes, and flashlights. You can only get one item from the box each time you open it. How many times do you need to open the box to guarantee two of the same item? Answer: 4

What number completes this pattern? Answer: 3

Figure 1 (front view) and Figure 2 (top-down view) are two views of a structure built with cubes of the same size. At least how many cubes are used to build this structure? Answer: 17

Mike the Acrobat has 6 juggling balls- 2 black, 2 white, 2 red. The Mind's Eye takes 4 random juggling balls out of his room each time and always puts one back before taking another. After four entries/exits, what are the chances of her getting 2 black juggling balls, 1 white juggling ball, and 1 red juggling ball? Answer: 4/27

Which figure completes the pattern? (circle, triangle, and square ver.) Answer: (the first option) square, triangle, and circle.

Fold Cowboy's lasso twice and cut it from the middle. How many sections are there? Answer: 5

Survivors A, B, and C have different professions; one is a lawyer, one is a magician, and one is a painter. The Hunters made guesses about who does what: Hell Ember: A is the painter, and B is the lawyer. Bloody Queen: A is the lawyer, and C is the painter. The Ripper: A is the magician, and B is the painter. It turns out that each of them was right about one of the survivors. Therefore, what is the correct profession for each Survivor? Answer: A. Magician, B. Lawyer, C. Painter

Which figure completes the pattern? (boxes and lines ver.) Answer: (the last option) square with a horizontal line in the middle

Each icon below represents a number. What is the sum of the three icons? Answer: 8

How many sides are there when a tetrahedron is attached to an equilateral square pyramid with the sides that share the same area? Answer: 5

Based on the information below, what is YY? Answer: 0

What figure completes the pattern? Answer: (the third option) The triangle with four triangles in the center

After getting your score, make sure to scroll down to unlock the special chapter.

Enjoy and Be creeped out!

Because the reality is you’ve been shipped out!

Yes! That’s the hard truth the TPN characters faced. The scores didn’t matter! At the end of the day, their still meat, a merchandise that must be consumed. The demons and caretakers gave them false hope that there is a way out, a chance to have a future but holding on to that illusion and fake happiness will lead the kids to their doom. It’s such a cruel world! I hope that they will be able to capture that sad reality of deception in the upcoming event and I know they will. The other dilemma that’s been perfectly portrayed in this game is “Work together vs Betray your comrades to ensure your safety”. Have you ever wondered why it’s not required for all 4 survivors to escape the game? Well, it’s just practical and realistic that way, right? But it also mean that the three players can offer up their last teammate as sacrifice to distract the hunter while they escape. (Just like what Ray thought during the Jail break Arc, he was willing to be the bait to distract Mama while the others escape.)

I’m looking forward in seeing you in the game as my teammate or AS MY VICTIM!!! Don’t worry, I’m still learning the game so I’m usually a dumb hunter or an airhead teammate. 😓 (Sorry but I’m working on it!)

If you noticed my username “MN0tes” in the game, be kind enough and let me know maybe we can even create a group or something. 😎

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todo-ho-ki · 3 years

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In honor of me never writing a single fucking word for the stories I’m still actually working on, I wanted to do something, anything at all, and obviously right now I’m fixating on haikyu instead of BNHA so welcome to...

Chances I’d Fight the Haikyu Boys and the Likelihood I’d Win

KARASUNO

Daichi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 he’s a master of being cool and respectful he wouldn’t give me a reason to square up

Chances I’d win- Manz could crush me with his thighs alone one kick and I’m in the afterlife BUT he wouldn’t fight a lady so 1/10

Suga 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 1/10 a bitch might consider for money or something but otherwise. HEEEELLLL NO

Chances I’d win: suga seems lovely but Manz is as unhinged as his jaw will be when he swallows my arm whole after I try to punch him 2/10

Asahi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -3/10 he’s a soft boy I’d never fight him but +2 bc I might give him a gentle arm punch if need be. Overall -1/10

Chances I’d win: he only LOOKS scary but he wouldn’t hurt a fly tbh he’s probably scared of flies and looking like an asshole for fighting back 9/10 -1 point because Manz got REACH and COULD take me out if he wanted

Noya 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 4/10 he can be a little shit sometimes I stg

Chances I’d win: -1/10 he could jump on me and bite my jugular out I ain’t fuckin w/him. +2 points bc he’s a simp so he probably WOULDNT...but he COULD. Overall 1/10

Tanaka 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 6/10 he do be antagonizing sometimes and I swear if he SAY SOME SHIT TO ME...

Chances I’d win: mans could probably ACTUALLY win a fight hes full of energy and he could probs give me a look and I’d get scared 3/10 bc I don’t think he’d fight me either he’s a GENTLEMAN OK

Kageyama🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -50/10 bitch is SCARY and I know he’ll throw hands I’ve seen it

Chances I’d win: kageyama DO NOT GIVE A FUCK he’s broody in general and have you SEEN HIS SERVES he could slap me into next week(I’d thank him OOP) -370/10

Hinata 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -500/10 Hinata is best boy I’d never lay a hand on him

Chances I’d win: I’d say 10/10 but I’ve SEEN that look in his eyes I don’t wanna know what it means so 6/10

Tsukishima 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: Manz knows all the buttons to press he’s a salty MF 8/10 but not 10/10 cuz he looks hot sometimes

Chances I’d win: he’d probably say something that makes me cry and id get distracted and he’ll walk away 2/10 cuz I could take him if I could see past the tears

Yamaguchi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -60,000/10 yams is a ray of SUNSHINE I could NEVER

Chances I’d win: here’s where things get tricky. He’s friends with Tsuki so he’s def got the sass and shit I think he’d be the one to secretly be able to THROW DOWN 3/10

NEKOMA

Kuro 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -530,000/10 I LOVE him sm I simp too hard I can’t ruin that pretty face and that smirk NO ABSOLUTELY NOT

Chances I’d win: Manz is like a tree he could hold me at bay w/one of those buff-ass arms or crush my head with his thighs and since id let him, -6/10. minus three points cuz he’d charm me out of fighting

Kenma 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 7/10 BAD BITCH GOT A ATTITUDE, NASTY

Chances I’d win: Kenma’s spicy and he WILL fight but I got too much strength on him so 9/10 I think he’d pull out some moves before giving up

Lev 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 4/10 sometimes he’s just...REALLY stupid and arrogant which makes my eye twitch but minus 4 points bc he’s a big softie

Chances I’d win: his arm alone is longer than my body even if he couldnt fight he could swing blindly and accidentally hit the part of my brain responsible for consciousness in a panic. Also 4/10

Yaku 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: absolutely not I love his sassy attitude he be talkin shit sometimes 0/10 plus three points bc sometimes hed aim his tude at me and I STG

Chances I’d win: Manz is small but ready to pounce he’d jump on my back like a spider monkey and punch my skull till it caves in RIP me. 4/10 plus 2 points bc hed take it out on Lev instead

Fukunaga 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 Manz never did nothin to nobody

Chances I’d win: he’d probably say something so funny I’d die from lack of oxygen w/o ever getting a hit in 3/10 if I can breathe I can get his ass

SEIJOH

Oikawa 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: depends on the day but a solid 6/10 he’s a little bitch sometimes but we love to see it. I also don’t wanna be messin up that pretty ass face

Chances I’d win: if he REALLY wanted to he could serve me into a different reality but he wouldn’t fight unless he ABSOLUTELY had to so I could get his ass too. Pre time skip: 19/10. Minus 63 points because I KNOW 27 year old oikawa would WRECK MY SHIT and I’d say please sir may I have some more

Iwaizumi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: yo, you out to DAMN MIND??? -100,000/10

Chances I’d win: look. LOOK. Iwa Chan’s biceps are bigger than my head I mean NOTHING to him. I’m but a pebble to a god. He got a 6’7” attitude cuz he can swing like a 6’7” man. He could probably pull his dick out once and obliterate me with the seismic aftershock of it hitting the ground. -1235/10 minus six points bc ID LET HIM KILL ME

Yahaba 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: solid 7/10 KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS

Chances I’d win: see, you’d THINK this would be where I’d have the upper hand but Manz manhandled mad dog and lived. He’d slam me into a wall until my soul leaves my body right where I stand 3/10 bc he be simpin. Minus 3 points because I’d enjoy it

Mattsun 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: pre time skip:0/10

post time skip: -57/10 I ain’t putting my hands on a face that pretty

Chances I’d win: I’m doomed. He’d give me one look and I’d cave. Im walking out the broom closet limping but not bc of a fight. -41/10

Kiyotani 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: we’ll go with a solid -5/10 for...reasons

Chances I’d win: if I actually stood up to him he’d freeze in place but he could slap me into a different country if provoked 1/10

Kunimi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 we love a man who’s emotionally detached plus he’s hot tf

Chances I’d win: Manz would give up halfway through if he even indulged in the first place. 6/10 minus three points bc I’d win by default after he walks away

INARIZAKI

Kita 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: he’s a good boy -3/10

Chances I’d win: respectable guy but I have no doubt he’d rock my shit I’m ascending to the astral plane 1/10

Osamu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: uh-uh. 0/10

Chances I’d win: he’s the aggressive twin. One flying kick to the heart and it’s across the gym and I’m dead as FUCK. 2/10 minus 2 points bc PLEASE put your hands on me sir

Atsumu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: a soft 4/10 he’s a BRAT buuuuuut I love him so fucking much I’d let it go

Chances I’d win: he’s all bark and no bite. Srry bby but you’re gettin FOLDED I love you though. 88/10. minus 370 points bc please spend the rest of your life with me I could never hurt you 🥺

Aran 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -5/10 he’s so sweet why would you fight him

Chances I’d win: he’d serve a volleyball into the back of my head and I take +10 damage from how cool it looks. Can fit my face in one hand probably. -43/10 minus ten points because of how cool he’d look killing me instantly

Suna 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 2/10 he’s a little shit too he’d make someone record it

Chances I’d win: he’d try to fuck me instead. It would work. 1/10 bc I’d slap him afterward but like, sexily

FUKURODANI

Bokuto 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 3/10 emo mode GOTS TO GO

Chances I’d win: his ass would pull me into it’s orbit and he’d use the opportunity to crush me with his thighs. -6/10. Minus 4 points bc what a FUCKING way to go please kill me

Akaashi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 1/10 he’s intimidating you kidding me NO

Chances I’d win: I could take him if he’s distracted by Bokuto. 6/10 if he is, 1/10 if he’s not

Konoha 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -3/10 we love a sassy boy

Chances I’d win: I’m not maiming a face that pretty -28/10 I’d get lost in his eyes tf

SHIRATORIZAWA

Ushijima 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: none and a half I couldn’t even look at him. -.5/10

Chances I’d win: one smack would knock my organs out of my body. Big boy+big body=big death even if he misses the aftershock will stop my heart -67/10 minus four points bc RAIL ME

Tendou 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 14/10 SQUARE UP BITCH

Chances I’d win: WELCOME TO HELL. YOUVE MADE A MISTAKE 36/10

Shirabu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 he’s too cool

Chances I’d win: he wouldn’t show. Too busy getting his hair cut. I win by default. 10/10 minus four points bc there would be no fight

Semi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: I wouldn’t. 0/10. He’d give me the semi brow and I’d be down and out for the count. I’m not hitting a face that pretty.

Chances I’d win: 2/10. Minus three points bc he’d smash a guitar over my head, killing me instantly. Minus three more points bc I’d ask him to wear a leather jacket first

Goshiki 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: None. 0/10. His words and his bangs are as cool as ever.

Chances I’d win: he’d cry if I looked at him wrong. 86/10 but minus four points bc he’s baby

EXTRAS

Sakusa 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: surprisingly high. 7/10 bc a bitch got a attitude. Minus 8 points because he’s so fucking beautiful I don’t know if I could follow through

Chances I’d win: I’d just lick my hands before I started swinging and he’d leave. 8/10. Minus two points bc I think if he REALLY needed to square up he’d take me down in a fucking headlock until I pass out. Minus two more points because I’d ask him to squeeze harder.

Ukai jr. 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: that’s the wrong F word kids 😏. -34/10 besides I ain’t squaring up with a man that wears a headband like that

Chances I’d win: he probably could eat a bowl of nails for breakfast without any milk. -99/10. Minus 15 points bc I’d stop to ask him if he wants to finish this at my place

Hiragumi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: why would you fight such a good, PRETTY boy? -5/10

Chances I’d win: he’d smile at me and I’d give up. -12/10

Takeda 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: I think he’d kill me honestly. Plus the boys would’ve never had a chance w/o him absolutely NOT -2/10

Chances I’d win: he’s hiding a demon from hell under that green jacket. -60/10

Terushima🏐

Chances I’d fight him: sheeeit I could try but his sexiness would leave me paralyzed. 1/10 if I look at enough pictures I could get past his fucking blonde undercut and tongue ring

Chances I’d win: he’d have my thighs around his head in 1.8 seconds. Will kill me with his tongue. -435/10

#haikyu!!#haikyuu boys #karasuno #Nekoma #Seijoh #FUKURODANI #Shiratorizawa

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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Little Accidents, Big Developments

Chapter 4: Bubbles and Babbles

[This is an age regression story]

Chapter Summary: Roman is ticklish, Logan is only here for like 4 lines of dialogue, Patton gives his baby a bath, and Virgil finally opens up about his problem.

Chapter word count: 7,700

Other chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / bonus

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

Slight warning: Bathtime obviously entails some nudity. Nothing is described graphically and it is, of course, entirely non-sexual. Also, there is some swearing in the second half of the chapter!

oOo

A few minutes passed by in comfortable quiet as Patton held his little prince. He had shuffled them both up towards the head of the bed and was now propped on several silk pillows with Roman cuddled up to his side. Warm breaths puffed against Patton’s chest as he gently twiddled a lock of Roman’s hair between his fingers. It was a far cry from their usual activities together (Roman, being so boisterous when he was little, was never willing to stay still for long). Though Patton suspected that his crying fit earlier had tuckered the poor little guy out.

‘You feeling any better, kiddo?’ Patton whispered, scratching his fingernails lightly over Roman’s scalp.

‘Apart from feeling absolutely devasted about my ruined hairdo?’ Roman replied with all of his usual impish energy.

Patton smiled. His little prince was back to his sassy self. He saw that Roman’s feet rubbed up and down on the sheets and his fingers fidgeted with Patton’s shirt; he was clearly becoming antsy. So what kind of Dad would Patton be if he didn’t up the stakes of their cuddle? ‘Oh, it’s like that is it?’

‘I do feel better though,’ Roman shrugged, completely oblivious to his impending doom. ‘Thanks, Dad.’

‘I don’t know this Dad you speak of.’ Patton hoisted Roman up by the armpits and wrapped his arms around his chest in a vice. ‘I’m the Cuddle-Monster!’

‘Dad,’ Roman whined, but there was a gigglish ring to it. He squirmed a little since Patton’s fingers were still under his arms. ‘You’re not the Cuddle-Monster!’

Patton almost squealed. This was too good an opening.

‘Aw, you’ve blown my cover, Ro,’ he sighed, glad that Roman couldn’t see his evil smile. That would ruin the surprise. ‘I’m not the Cuddle-Monster…’ He suddenly curled his fingertips further into Roman’s armpits, earning him a shriek.

‘W-wait,’ Roman gasped between muffled giggles.

‘I’m the Tickle-Monster!’ Patton announced loudly and started wiggling his fingers.

‘Dahahad,’ Roman cackled, kicking his legs weakly against the mattress. Patton knew he wasn’t fighting hard enough for it to be genuine (Roman was scarily strong when he was really trying to be) so his fingers continued their ticklish attack.

‘Your Dad can’t save you now,’ Patton giggled, delighted to hear Roman snort in laughter. ‘The Tickle-Monster is your new father!’

‘Nohohoho!’ Roman cried dramatically through his laughter, writhing in Patton’s hold.

‘Yehehehes!’ Patton countered, copying Roman’s tone teasingly.

There was a loud rapping at the door and Patton reluctantly relinquished his hold on Roman. The boy hurriedly rolled off of him and clenched his hands under his armpits to protect them as he recovered from his giggle fit.

‘Saved by the bell-y.’ Patton poked Roman’s tummy.

‘Eep!’

He chuckled at Roman’s squeak and jumped up off of the bed, moving over to the bedroom door. Once he had pulled it open, his smile faltered.

Logan stood in the hallway smiling stiffly in greeting, though the look in his eyes was tired and almost pained. He had his arm wrapped around Virgil, who looked completely miserable.

The regressor’s cheeks were tear-stained and a pacifier bobbed in his mouth frantically. He looked up at Patton for a brief second before his eyes fell on something behind him. Virgil whimpered and quickly ducked behind Logan, hiding his face against his arm. Patton twisted to see Roman sitting cross-legged on his bed, looking at them and biting his lip nervously.

‘I’m going to take care of Virgil now, little prince,’ Patton whispered back to him and got a watery smile in return. As much as he felt he should stay with Roman, Virgil clearly needed him at that moment. ‘I love you lots,’ he reminded him.

‘Love you too, Dad,’ Roman said quietly, absently stroking his silk bedsheet.

Patton stepped out of the room and gently closed the door behind him.

‘Hey, baby,’ he whispered to the fluff of hair poking out from behind Logan, ‘do you want a hug from Papa?’

Virgil instantly rushed forward and clutched onto Patton as if his life depended on it. He started sniffling into Patton’s shirt within seconds.

‘Oh, sweetheart.’ Patton held his baby close and stroked his hair, swaying him gently from side to side.

‘He is understandably shaken up,’ Logan murmured, gently tossing something back and forth between his hands. Patton realised it was Roman’s teddy bear from earlier. ‘I managed to get his breathing under control and give him some water. Usually, I would recommend he lie down and nap after an attack, though there is the other issue…’ Logan’s eyes quickly darted down to Virgil’s pants, then back to Patton pointedly.

‘Got it,’ Patton whispered, then looked back down to Virgil, even if all he could see was a mess of purple hair. ‘Does my baby want a nice, warm bubble bath?’ he cooed, though there was no response. He looked up to Logan worriedly but was only met with a solemn nod. Logan seemed to be unsurprised by Virgil’s despondency.

Patton sighed and stroked his hand through Virgil’s hair once. ‘Let’s get you ready for bathtime, Stormcloud.’

The arms around his torso hugged tighter, but at least there was no protest. Still, Virgil’s lack of responses, positive or otherwise, was a little disconcerting. It was true that he was usually a quiet baby, but Patton had never seen him so defeated. Hopefully, some bubbles and splashes would cheer him up.

‘Should I, um?’ Logan pointed to Roman’s door.

Patton nodded. ‘Yeah, but maybe don’t talk about what happened,’ he added carefully. ‘I already had a word with him about it.’ Logan’s eyebrows raised in interest but Patton shook his head lightly. ‘I’ll tell you later. Just keep our little prince smiling.’

‘Duly noted.’

Patton turned his attention back to the trembling boy in his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Virgil’s head and murmured, ‘Time to go, sweetie.’

He then gently encouraged Virgil to let go of him, keeping his arm wrapped around his shoulders. Patton didn't dare to leave him without physical contact for a single second.

As Patton began leading them down the hallway he heard Logan open Roman’s door.

‘Are you mad at me?’ Roman immediately asked.

Patton stopped in his tracks, turning back to see what would happen. It was worrying to hear Roman so uncharacteristically nervous.

‘Yes. You have committed a heinous crime…’ Logan held Aladdin the teddy bear up in the open doorway, staring deadpan at Roman. ‘How dare you abandon your husband on your wedding night?’

Patton huffed in half-relief, half-amusement as he heard Roman break down into giggles. Logan walked into the room and pushed the door shut, throwing a quick wink to Patton before it had closed completely.

‘Papa?’ Virgil squeaked and tugged on his sleeve. Patton quickly looked down at him, feeling his heart drop when he saw the distress in Virgil’s glossy eyes. ‘Wep,’ he whimpered quietly through his pacifier.

‘I know you’re wet, baby, it’s okay.’ Patton slowly raised a hand to Virgil’s cheek and smoothed his thumb over a dried tear-track. Despite the misery in Virgil’s voice, Patton was at least glad he was responsive now. ‘We’re gonna get you cleaned up, don’t worry.’

He started moving them towards the bathroom again, feeling guilty for stopping. His baby couldn’t have been very comfortable in wet jeans.

As soon as they were in the bathroom, he sat Virgil down on the closed toilet seat, rubbing his shoulder soothingly when he winced in what must have been discomfort.

‘Good boy. Papa’s only walking away for a few seconds, then I’m gonna come right back, okay?’

Patton quickly walked over to the bath, not waiting for a response. He was well-rehearsed in this routine and, as expected, Virgil started whimpering the moment Patton had stepped away from him.

'Papa's still here, sweetheart.' Patton spun the valves on the bath with practised ease then turned to search through the cabinet. The whimpers had died down, though he could see Virgil's worried eyes watching him carefully as he rifled through the various toiletry bottles.

‘What a brave baby,’ Patton praised as he selected the lavender bubble bath and poured a healthy amount into the steadily filling tub. As soon as he had put the bottle on the side of the bath he hurried back to Virgil and leaned down to kiss his head.

Virgil’s separation anxiety was not usually so intense that he couldn’t bear Patton walking away for a mere moment, though Patton had realised over the past two weeks that having an accident always made Virgil incredibly sensitive to being left alone. The poor baby seemed terrified of having to deal with his accidents all by himself.

‘We're gonna have so much fun,’ Patton said cheerily, trying to lift the mood in the room to make the next task easier.

The most difficult part of bathtime was getting Virgil undressed since the anxious side had a difficult time letting go of his self-consciousness. Though through messing around on one occasion last week, Patton had discovered an effective way of distracting Virgil from his anxieties, at least for the most part.

‘Okey dokey. Are we ready for the Hokey Cokey?’

Virgil nodded shyly - a watered-down version of his usual enthusiasm. Patton mentally prepared himself for a fussy baby but joyfully launched into song.

‘Ohh, you put your left arm in,’ Patton sang, lifting Virgil’s left arm. ‘Your left arm out.’ He pulled at Virgil’s sleeve until it slid off his arm. ‘In, out, in, out, you shake it all about!’ Patton linked their fingers and shook Virgil’s arm exaggeratedly. The sparkle in Virgil’s eyes told Patton that there was an adorable little smile hiding behind his pacifier.

Patton grinned. ‘You do the hokey cokey, and you turn around.’ He dropped Virgil’s hand and spun in a circle, swaying his hips in what Roman commonly referred to as “cringe-inducing dad dancing”. ‘That what it’s all about!’ Patton finished the verse with a small kiss to Virgil’s now-bare shoulder. Light giggles filled the room alongside the sound of gushing water.

‘What a cute little giggle,’ Patton cooed, before launching into the next verse, this time with the right arm. ‘Ohh, you put your right arm in…’

By the end of the verse, Virgil’s shirt was off and crumpled on the floor. He barely seemed to notice though, being so captivated by Patton’s silly performance.

‘Whoa, a hokey cokey,’ Patton sang with a bright smile, slowly pulling Virgil up to stand. ‘Whoaa, a hokey cokey.’ He tickled very lightly at Virgil’s neck and the boy giggled and scrunched his chin up. ‘Whoaaa, a hokey cokey!’ He poked Virgil’s belly button, which was met with a little squeal followed by muffled laughter.

‘Knees bent,’ Patton kneeled down in front of Virgil, making sure to keep eye contact with him as he kept singing and smiling. ‘Arms stretched!’ Virgil giggled, stretching his arms out to his side. Meanwhile, Patton very gently unfastened his jeans. ‘A rah, rah, rah,’ Patton sang and wriggled the wet pants down Virgil’s hips in time with the song.

Virgil’s smile dropped and he curled his arms back into himself. One hand went up to grasp onto the handle of his pacifier, tugging at it nervously as Patton pulled Virgil’s pants down to his thighs.

‘Well done, baby!’ Patton smiled, knowing not to draw attention to Virgil’s nervousness. ‘Ready for the next part?’

There was a brief moment of hesitation, then Virgil nodded jerkily, his eyes wary.

Patton reached out to hold Virgil’s free hand. It was mostly to help him keep balance, though he knew it offered the boy some emotional comfort too as he immediately squeezed Patton’s fingers.

‘Ohh, you put your left leg up.’ With help from Patton to keep him from falling over, Virgil lifted one leg while Patton peeled the wet jeans down it, ‘your left leg out.’ He squeezed Virgil’s hand in reassurance and beamed up at him. ‘In, out, in, out, you shake it all about!’ He wriggled the jeans and managed to tug them off of Virgil’s foot with some effort, allowing the regressor to stand on both feet again. ‘You do the hokey cokey and you turn around.’ Patton let go of Virgil’s hand and spun precariously on one foot, still crouching. Virgil giggled quietly. ‘That’s what it’s all about!’

He repeated the verse and dance moves again with the right leg, leaving the jeans in a wet pile on the floor with Virgil’s shirt. Patton stood up with a proud smile. ‘Aren’t you such a sweet baby today?’

He wasn’t exaggerating; given how emotional Virgil had been before, Patton was impressed they were down to his underwear and Virgil hadn’t shed a single tear about being undressed. It seemed the fact that they had done this ritual a few times now had made the boy much more comfortable with the task.

That, of course, didn’t mean Virgil wasn’t nervous at all. He was pulling at the pacifier handle so harshly that the plastic was creaking in complaint. Colour was high in his cheeks and Patton decided to move on quickly, knowing his baby must have been embarrassed standing in only his wet underwear.

He hummed the final chorus of the song as he turned off the faucets, the tub now being full of perfectly warm water and large peaks of fluffy bubbles.

‘And that’s what it’s all about!’ he finished dramatically, complete with a pirouette and jazz hands.

Virgil didn’t giggle this time being apparently too nervous, though his dimples were peeking out from behind the pacifier. Patton took his hands gently and guided him over to the edge of the tub. The regressor stiffened, obviously knowing what they had to do next.

‘It’s all right, Vee,’ Patton whispered. ‘Papa’s just taking care of you, isn’t he?’ It was met with a tiny nod then Virgil squinted his eyes shut in anticipation. Patton slowly released his hands and curled his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear. ‘We’re going to be super-duper quick, ready?’

Another small nod and Patton swiftly pulled down Virgil’s underwear. ‘Good boy,’ he soothed when he heard Virgil whimper. ‘Okay, big steps now, sweetums.’ He took Virgil’s hands again and helped him to step out of the sodden underwear on the floor and into the bath. Being very careful of how clumsy Virgil could be in his headspace, Patton gently lowered him into the bubbles, the water sloshing against the sides of the tub lazily as it accommodated him.

‘All done!’ Patton cheered and kneeled down beside the tub.

Virgil finally opened his eyes, looking up at Patton shyly.

‘Now we get to play!’ Patton cried excitedly. He picked up a handful of bubbles and blew into them so that they scattered and became foam confetti. Virgil was evidently still anxious from the experience, staying quiet and only blinking curiously at the bubbles.

When that didn’t manage to cheer him up, Patton knew it was time for Plan B. He scooped up some more bubbles and put them on his own chin to make himself a beard. ‘Ho, ho, ho!’ he chuckled, jolly and deep.

Virgil’s eyes sparkled a little as he started to smile. He tentatively poked a mound of bubbles in front of him.

‘Do you know who I am, sweetheart?’ Patton prompted, glad that the anxious tension had dissipated.

‘Obim?’ Virgil asked. He was lightly batting at the bubbles now, successfully distracted from his nervousness.

‘Did you say Odin?’ Patton did his best to contain his giggle, not wanting Virgil to think he was laughing at him.

Virgil nodded hesitantly, suckling his paci faster.

‘Aw, you’re such a clever baby,’ Patton praised. There was no way he was going to tell Virgil he was wrong. ‘You’re right, I’m Odin. And who does that make you?’

Virgil gasped quietly and his eyes lit up. ‘Woki!’

‘You wanna be Loki?’ Patton wiped his bubble beard off on his t-shirt. There was never a bathtime when his clothes didn’t get soaked, anyway. ‘What about Thor?’

‘Wo-Wo,’ Virgil babbled, his tone indicating that he thought it was obvious.

‘Ohh, of course,’ Patton nodded, reaching over to grab a washcloth from the towel rail. ‘Ro-Ro can be Thor. Maybe we can do that next time we play pretend!’ He dipped the washcloth in the water then poured some extra soap onto it. ‘Okay, baby, I’m gonna start on your back.’

He shuffled over on the floor so that he was knelt behind Virgil and started washing his back. The tension gradually left Virgil’s body, his shoulders dropping more and more with each circle of the washcloth. Patton smiled softly.

By the time he had finished soaping up his back, Virgil was completely relaxed and he patted his hands against the water playfully. Every time the water sloshed or splashed he hummed and squealed in delight.

‘Is that a happy stim, Vee?’ Patton asked.

Virgil nodded fervently and started splashing the water again with more energy as if Patton’s acknowledgement had given him permission.

As Patton finished rinsing his back, Virgil slapped his hands against the bubbles a bit too hard and clumps of foam flew everywhere.

‘Whoopsy daisy,’ Patton sing-songed, not surprised as it had happened almost every bathtime previously.

Virgil shyly looked back at him with pieces of foam dotted around his face.

‘What a bubbly baby!’ Patton giggled. He picked up a small clump of bubbles from Virgil’s bangs then tapped them onto Virgil’s nose. ‘Boop.’

Virgil’s smile stretched past his paci and he giggled. The bubbles slowly trickled down to his lip. His smile suddenly dropped and he blinked slowly, scrunching up his nose.

Patton frowned a little in confusion, though still wore a bright grin. He looked so cute! ‘Are you okay, honey?’

Virgil’s reply was a little sneeze.

‘Aww!’ Patton cooed. It was a running joke in the house that Virgil sneezed like a kitten. His pacifier only made it all the more adorable. ‘Did the bubbles tickle your little nose?’

Virgil frowned and wiped his hand on his face to try to get the bubbles off - only to accidentally smear a big handful of them right over his pacifier and nose.

‘Ohoho, sweetheart,’ Patton chuckled, needing to lean on the bath as he doubled over with laughter. He found it hard to believe he had ever had so much fun before becoming a caregiver to the two most adorable boys in the world.

There was a desperate whine and Patton looked through tears of mirth to see Virgil looking at him pleadingly, the lower half of his face still caked in white foam.

‘Papa’s got it, don’t worry.’ Patton reached forward to wipe the bubbles away easily. ‘There we go. Now I can see your pretty face!’

He delighted at seeing Virgil’s cheeks flush. It was nearly impossible to get a non-regressed Virgil to accept a compliment, though he was much more susceptible to praise when he was little. Patton made a point to do it as much as he could while Virgil was regressed, wanting his little Stormcloud to understand just how amazing he was.

‘All done on this side,’ Patton said, swiping the washcloth over Virgil's back one last time. He shuffled over to reach Virgil’s front and got a better view of just how bright his little baby looked. His cheeks were rosy, his dimples were popping, and his eyes were wide in childlike wonder as he pawed at the bubbles again. Bathtime had apparently become an enjoyable little activity for him and Patton was ecstatic.

When he had first become Virgil’s caregiver, Patton had been so eager to get started that he had daydreamed about various adorable scenarios of looking after his baby. A notable fantasy had been one where he washed his baby lovingly while Virgil splashed around in too many bubbles. He couldn’t help it! Baby bathtimes were a mix of intimate caring, affection, and playfulness; the activity was a pinnacle of parenting. Though, at the time, he had never actually dared to imagine Virgil would be comfortable enough to share this experience together. But here Patton was, rubbing a washcloth over Virgil’s chest lovingly as his baby played with the bubbles. He really felt like the luckiest caregiver ever.

Patton was starting to get choked up, and he paused in the bathing to lean forward and press a firm kiss to Virgil’s cheek. The boy squeaked in surprise. When Patton pulled away he saw that Virgil’s smile was the biggest it had ever been. Patton’s heart swelled. ‘I love you, precious boy.’

‘Wuv Papa,’ Virgil babbled happily. Then he stretched out his arms toward Patton and proudly held up two handfuls of bubbles piled high.

‘Ooh, what are you gonna do with all those bubbles?’ Patton asked, taking the opportunity to wash under Virgil’s arms.

Virgil held the bubbles in front of his mouth and his cheeks puffed up as he tried to blow them - to no avail. Having a pacifier in his mouth obviously blocked the airflow and the bubbles did not budge. Patton saw the exact moment the disappointment filled Virgil’s eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He looked up at Patton and whined.

‘Uh oh, did it not work?’ Patton feigned his own confusion. It was both fascinating and adorable how Virgil truly had the mindset of a baby, not understanding something so simple. ‘Let’s try again, honey. Three, two, one, blow!’

He ducked behind Virgil’s line of sight and blew silently at the exact same time. The bubbles scattered into the air and Patton gasped dramatically. ‘You did it!’ he cheered, looking at Virgil with a big smile.

In any other circumstance, he would have felt guilty for tricking Virgil. But the giggles that rang around the room and the way Virgil practically vibrated with excitement meant Patton would happily do it a hundred times over.

‘Now it’s tummy time,’ Patton announced happily. This was a tricky task too, though not in a bad way at all. Just in a squirmy way.

‘Here I come…’ he warned as he trailed the washcloth down Virgil’s ribs. The boy squealed and jerked, making the bathwater slosh dangerously close to the edge of the tub. Patton chuckled, ‘I have a feeling I’m gonna get very wet in a second.’

With a deep breath, he moved his hand down and swirled the cloth around Virgil’s belly. The regressor immediately started giggling and wiggling uncontrollably. Water lapped onto the floor and soaked Patton’s shirt and khakis. He couldn’t help but break down into laughter himself.

‘Is my baby ticklish?’ he teased, wriggling his fingers and beaming at the high-pitched squeaks that it caused. Patton would have loved to coax more adorable laughter from Virgil, but the boy was far more ticklish than Roman and couldn’t handle as much of the Tickle-Monster as his brother could. Patton lifted the washcloth away with one final poke, ‘Okay, sweetie. Your ticklish tummy is safe for now.’

He surveyed the mess on the floor. There was a large, bubbly puddle surrounding his knees. Seeing his own reflection looking back at him with a smile, Patton made a note to invest in an absorbent bath mat soon. (And maybe even some bath toys for his baby!) He grabbed a towel from the rail and stood up to lay it down, kneeling back on it once it had soaked up most of the spillage.

Virgil had calmed down from the tickling and was now holding a clump of foam up to the light, mesmerized. The light refracted through the bubbles, sparkling with all of the colours of the rainbow.

‘Can you see lots of colours, Vee?’ Patton asked, and knew this would be the perfect distraction for the final task.

‘Waybow,’ Virgil whispered.

‘That’s right,’ Patton said, squeezing more soap onto the cloth and lowering it to Virgil’s thigh. ‘Can you tell me some of the colours, little one?’

‘Lellow,’ Virgil immediately said, smiling up at Patton.

‘How pretty!’ Patton started scrubbing Virgil’s thighs, using his free hand to rest on his baby’s head protectively. ‘Any more?’

‘Burble!’

‘And purple too?’ Patton embellished his tone with excitement as he trailed the cloth further up Virgil’s thighs. ‘Can you see any others?’

Virgil had obviously sensed where the washcloth was going and hunched into himself a little. ‘Web?’ he whispered shakily.

‘Mhm, red. And whose favourite colour is that?’ Patton asked.

‘Wo-Wo,’ Virgil mumbled, tensing up suddenly as the washcloth brushed his hip.

‘It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,’ Patton whispered and stroked his hair soothingly. It was the only acknowledgement he would give to what was happening. He had quickly learned that if he didn’t make a big deal out of something, Virgil was less likely to. ‘Now can you try really hard to find your mama’s favourite colour?’

Virgil’s attention was redirected as he squinted at the bubbles and Patton swiftly moved the washcloth up to clean around his crotch. It was over within seconds and he was pulling his hand away by the time Virgil had realised what had happened. The regressor whimpered and pulled his knees up to his chest.

‘All done,’ Patton soothed and leaned over the tub to kiss his head. ‘It’s okay, baby. You were such a good boy.’

A quiet whine told him Virgil wasn’t quite over the distress of having Patton wash him in such an intimate place, but at least he wasn’t crying like he had been the first few times they had done this. Well - Patton noted the wetness in Virgil’s eyes - at least not fully.

‘Could you find Mama’s colour?’

Virgil sniffled and shook his head.

‘That’s all right.’ Patton threw the washcloth onto the pile of wet clothes on the floor. ‘Do you want to play some more in the water?’

Virgil stared blankly up at him and said nothing.

Patton decided to make the question clearer for him and held up both hands in front of Virgil. ‘Do you want more bathtime,’ he waved his left hand, ‘or do you want naptime?’ he waved his right hand.

After a few seconds of his gaze flitting between each option, Virgil pointed at his right hand.

‘I think that’s a very good idea,’ Patton smiled and stood. Knowing how exhausted Virgil always was after a panic attack, it would not be long before he was too tired to sit upright. Patton picked up the wet clothes and towel and shoved them in the laundry basket then selected the biggest, fluffiest towel from the rail.

He turned back to the tub and smiled. Virgil had dropped his head to his knees and was blinking slowly. ‘It’s not naptime just yet, honey,’ Patton said quietly and reached out to Virgil’s hands to pull him up.

Virgil’s sudden exhaustion made him pliable, and there was little protest as Patton stood him up and wrapped the towel snuggly around his shoulders. It was large enough that it trailed down to his knees. No matter how often Patton saw his baby wrapped up in a fluffy towel with damp hair and sleepy eyes, the image was just as overwhelmingly precious every time.

‘Big step, baby.’ Patton carefully guided him to step over the bath edge and onto the floor. Virgil was wobbly on his feet so Patton kept his arm wrapped tightly around him as he unplugged the bath, then walked them out into the hallway.

By the time they had reached Virgil’s room, the boy’s head was leant heavily on Patton’s side as they shuffled through the door and over to the bed. ‘Okay, sweetheart, sit here while I get you some PJs.’

Within minutes Patton was lying on the bed with Virgil tucked up against him in his skeleton onesie. He wasn’t tired himself but he always stayed by Virgil’s side during naptime in case he woke up still regressed and panicked about being alone. That and he couldn’t get enough of his baby’s cute little squeaks and snuffles as he drifted off to sleep.

Virgil’s head was on his chest, and Patton’s fingers were combing through his hair slowly. He watched with adoration as Virgil’s body gradually melted into him minute-by-minute. The only sounds were both of their deep breathing and the gentle suckling of Virgil’s pacifier.

Then there was a babbled whine that was barely more than a whisper.

‘Did you try to say something, angel?’ Patton whispered, not wanting to interrupt the quiet.

‘No leab,’ came the tiny squeak. Fingers curled into Patton’s shirt.

A soft smile worked its way onto Patton’s lips and he massaged his fingers over Virgil’s scalp soothingly. ‘I’m not leaving, baby. Promise.’

Virgil was asleep within seconds.

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Virgil slowly became aware of the world. His eyes were still closed, but he knew he was lying down on his warm mattress. He breathed in deep through his nose and moved his tongue experimentally over the pacifier in his mouth, frowning. It was kind of nice but mostly it just felt wrong. He blew out harshly through his mouth, causing the pacifier to shoot out.

‘Ouch!’

Virgil’s eye flew open.

He had failed to realise that the “mattress” he was lying on was, in fact, Patton’s chest. His pacifier had just shot at high-speed right into Patton’s hand.

‘Oh shit, sorry,’ Virgil quickly apologised.

It was met with a chuckle that shook Virgil’s body. ‘Well, I guess you’re not a baby anymore.’

Virgil blushed and pushed himself off of Patton, sending a little guilty smile to him. ‘Guess not.’

Patton’s responding smile was soft and adoring and Virgil had to look down to avoid melting into him again. He scooted up to lean against the head of his bed by Patton’s shoulder. ‘How long was I asleep?’

‘Less than an hour, I think,’ Patton said and hoisted himself up to lean against the headboard beside him. ‘Do you remember anything that happened?’

Virgil’s stomach twisted at the memory of Roman’s laughing face and he pulled his onesie sleeves down over his hands. How could he forget? He nodded once, not trusting himself to speak with a steady voice.

‘Do you think you could tell me exactly what you remember?’ Patton asked tentatively.

Virgil snapped his gaze onto him, chagrinned.

‘Kiddo, I’m not trying to embarrass you.’ Patton held his hands up in surrender. ‘It’s just that when you come out of your regression you don’t tend to remember all of it.’

Admittedly, Patton was right. Virgil sighed and dropped his head back against the headboard in exasperation. He hoped it hid how his cheeks were warming. ‘I, y’know, had a - an accident,’ Virgil forced the word through gritted teeth. ‘Then Ro was a jerk.’

‘Uh - okay,’ Patton sighed, clearly giving up on a reprimand. ‘Anything else?’

Virgil bit his lip and rolled his head on the headboard to glance at Patton for any hints. His shirt was visibly damp.

‘Oh, yeah,’ Virgil blinked. ‘Bathtime.’

‘Bathtime,’ Patton nodded and smiled down at him. Virgil’s chest was warm with the fond memory and he felt his lips pull into a small smile.

Bathtime had become one of his favourite things to do with Patton, even if it usually followed his least favourite part of his regression. It was always full of laughter and feeling loved and Patton singing to him and it was always just them. Plus, his papa never left him alone at bathtime.

When they had first introduced it to their dynamic that one night, Virgil had felt humiliated after coming out of his headspace (the fact that he had let Patton undress him was enough to make him splutter as an adult) but he had gotten used to it over the past couple of weeks. Now the feelings of comfort overcame any residual embarrassment.

‘Do you remember the panic attack?’ Patton asked quietly.

A cold, empty feeling washed over his whole body and Virgil curled his nails into his palms harshly. He had had a panic attack. Logan had helped him breathe, Patton had hugged him in the hallway, and Roman… had apologised. A lot. And cried.

With a gulp, Virgil realised maybe Roman hadn’t been as cruel as he first remembered.

‘Sorry,’ Virgil whispered. He felt awful for being such a burden on all of his family members.

‘Don’t be sorry, kiddo.’ Patton’s hand rested on his shoulder. ‘I know having panic attacks can’t be very fun for you.’

Virgil shook his head and then promptly dropped it to Patton’s shoulder without a word. He stubbornly refused to acknowledge his need for physical contact when he was an adult, but it was so addictive having the need pandered to so much when he was regressed that he couldn’t stop himself from seeking it out. Thankfully, Patton never said a word about it.

‘You’ve been having quite a few of them recently,’ Patton said carefully.

It was too obvious from Patton’s tone that he meant to keep talking about it and Virgil felt his shoulders tense up to the point of aching. He started scratching at his thigh through his onesie. They both knew why he was having more panic attacks recently; they always followed an accident.

Virgil stayed silent in the desperate hope that Patton would see that he was uncomfortable and drop it.

‘Oh, hey, could you maybe pass me one of your stuffies?’ Patton asked nonchalantly.

Virgil frowned and raised his head from Patton’s shoulder to send him a questioning look.

Patton’s face was far too innocent. ‘I just want something to do with my hands.’

Though sceptical, Virgil nodded and reached to the corner of the bed where he kept his soft toys. He grabbed the first one he felt and shoved it into Patton’s lap. A jolt of childish excitement coursed through him when he saw that it was Meeko, his raccoon plush. Not enough to trigger his regression, but enough to calm his nerves slightly.

‘Thank you,’ Patton said, though he didn’t move to pick it up.

Meanwhile, Virgil’s hand had not retreated from the toy in Patton’s lap and he ran his fingers absently over the fur, the scratching at his jeans long-forgotten.

‘So,’ Virgil started awkwardly. He didn’t think distraction would work this time around, but it was at least worth a shot. ‘Do you wanna go finish the movie or?’

Patton sighed and Virgil closed his eyes, knowing what was coming.

‘Honey, we need to talk about what’s been happening.’

Virgil huffed and turned his head away from Patton. He knew his avoidance of the matter over the past two weeks had to come to an end eventually, but he wasn’t ready for it yet. Though, would he ever really be ready to talk about his deepest insecurity?

‘I know you’re embarrassed,’ Patton said quietly, sympathetic, ‘but it’s affecting your anxiety. I don’t think we can afford to ignore it anymore.’

Virgil knew that. Of course he knew it, at least on some level. But it was so humiliating.

‘I don’t wanna have a big conversation about it,’ he grumbled, staring adamantly at the wall.

‘Okay, well then let’s not make it big.’ Patton’s tone was nothing but accommodating and understanding. ‘How about I just ask you some simple questions? You can even answer with just one word if you want to.’

Virgil’s dramatic sigh of defeat could have rivalled Roman’s. It was practically impossible to keep up his petulance in the face of such undying support.

Looking down at the plush in Patton’s lap, Virgil wrapped Meeko’s tail around his fingers. Well, it was as good a time as any. He nodded stiffly.

‘Great, thank you, Vee,’ Patton said sincerely. He took a deep breath. ‘Was it your first accident when I found you in the hallway two weeks ago?’

Virgil clenched his jaw. God, they were really having this discussion. ‘No,’ he mumbled.

A noise of surprise met his ears and Virgil quickly shoved the hood of his onesie up. It didn’t do much to hide his blush but it at least felt comforting.

‘I’ve been your papa for three months,’ Patton said, confused, ‘how did you hide this from me?’

The fact that Patton was keeping track of how long he’d been Virgil’s caregiver was heartening, and it made Virgil breathe a bit easier.

‘I guess I’ve had a lot of practice.’ He pulled Meeko from Patton’s lap and held the toy to his own chest. It was obvious Patton hadn’t wanted it for himself, anyway.

‘Has this always been a problem?’

‘Yeah,’ Virgil sighed. He tugged on Meeko’s ears, still facing away from Patton. ‘B-but only when I’m regressed,’ he hastily added.

‘All right.’ Patton’s voice was gentle and kind. It soothed the fast pace of Virgil’s heart. ‘Do you know why it happens?’

The reasons were seared into his mind. Virgil had figured it out years ago, but it never got easier to accept them. They were stupid reasons. Reasons he couldn’t get his regressed self to shake no matter how much logic he applied to them in his adult mindset.

Virgil shrugged.

‘Virgil,’ Patton warned. It was quiet and soft and not harsh whatsoever. Still, it never failed to break Virgil’s resolve. ‘No matter what you say, I won’t be judgemental or upset. I just want to understand, sweetie.’

It was the nickname that did it. Virgil groaned under his breath and pulled Meeko up to stroke the softness against his cheek in comfort. There was no use in delaying it. He just wanted this talk to be over with as soon as possible.

‘I’m not very aware in my body when I’m… like that. I can’t feel it building up until it’s too late. And I couldn’t make myself go even if I could feel it because little me is scared of the stupid bathroom.’ He finished in a grumble, hating every word he had just said. Why was he so pathetic?

Patton’s hand rested gently on his own and he realised he had been clawing at his onesie leg. He looked down and saw that he had abandoned Meeko on the bed, only for Patton to then pick the toy up and press it back into Virgil’s hand.

Virgil hesitantly peeked up at Patton through his bangs, forcing a tiny smile of thanks.

Patton smiled sadly and brought his hand up to Virgil’s cheek. ‘What is it that’s so scary about the bathroom?’

Wasn’t that a great question? As an adult, Virgil thought it was an utterly ridiculous fear. But apparently the regressed version of him hadn’t gotten the memo.

‘It’s stupid,’ Virgil mumbled.

‘Not if it upsets you,’ Patton added without hesitation. He was too supportive.

Virgil ran his fingers against Meeko’s fur. ‘I - I’m scared I’ll get trapped in there alone.’

‘That’s not silly at all.’ Patton laid his hand on Virgil’s back and massaged gently.

‘And I’m scared you’ll disappear when I’m in there,’ Virgil rushed to say under his breath.

‘But I would never -’

‘I know!’ Virgil snapped and clutched his toy tightly. ‘I know you don’t ever abandon me, I know it’s physically impossible for you to vanish, and I know it’s stupid. But,’ he shrugged exaggeratedly, ‘apparently, dumb baby Virgil is still terrified.’

The hand on Virgil’s back circled at a steady pace and his breath rushed out of him shakily. He slunk down on his mattress and laid his head on Patton’s arm, his whole body feeling like lead. It turned out having a panic attack and discussing your biggest secret on the same day was pretty exhausting.

‘You can’t be so harsh on yourself, Vee,’ Patton whispered, wrapping his arm around Virgil’s shoulders. ‘When you’re little you have separation anxiety. And Logan said you don’t really understand object permanence, either. So of course you’re gonna be scared when you can’t see your Papa or Mama.’

Virgil pouted and pulled Meeko up to his chin. That made a bit of sense, he supposed.

‘Can’t I come in with you?’ Patton asked. ‘Now that you’ve gotten used to bathtime, maybe it won’t be so bad.’

‘It’s not that.’ Virgil shook his head against Patton’s arm. ‘It’s shy bladder syndrome,’ he mumbled, praying to God that Patton knew what that was and he wouldn’t have to stumble through a definition.

Patton made a small, ambiguous hum then went quiet.

A couple of minutes went by and the only indication that Patton hadn’t fallen asleep was his hand rubbing up and down Virgil’s arm. Virgil thought Patton had finally had his fill of this conversation and breathed a quiet sigh of relief, letting himself relax into Patton’s side.

‘And what about the bedwetting?’ Patton suddenly asked.

Virgil’s cheeks instantly flooded with heat and he pulled himself off of Patton with Meeko still nuzzled under his chin. ‘What about it?’ he hissed in exasperation. He’d had enough humiliation for one day (and for his whole life, really).

Patton either didn’t notice Virgil’s annoyance or chose not to react to it. ‘I’m pretty sure it only happens if you’re regressed before bed, right?’

Virgil really wished Patton hadn’t phrased that as a question. He dropped his hands to his lap so that he could observe Meeko as if the stuffed raccoon was the most interesting thing in the world. Sometimes he hated the fact that he hated lying. Silence didn’t exactly work in his favour when avoiding difficult questions.

Patton’s hand rested tentatively on Virgil’s head. His hood was gently pulled down and Virgil angled his face away from Patton. He needed to maintain some form of dignity in this, even if it was only small.

‘This isn’t just a regression problem is it?’ Patton asked knowingly. It was quiet. Sorrowful. Pitying.

Virgil gritted his teeth, his eyes burning as he stared at the wall.

Patton sighed. ‘Kiddo, you’ve got to talk to me.’

Meeko was stretched tightly as Virgil tugged on his tail without remorse.

‘Do you wet the bed often?’ Patton asked more clearly.

Something hot and dense filled Virgil’s throat.

‘Baby, please -’

‘Yes,’ Virgil growled, pained. He shut his eyes tightly, hating how such a simple nickname from Patton’s mouth had immediately sent tears to his eyes.

‘Okay, that’s okay,’ Patton said delicately.

‘It’s not, though,’ Virgil whispered, then clicked his mouth shut at how broken it sounded. He pulled Meeko harder. Why didn’t Patton understand? It wasn’t okay. It was scary and embarrassing!

‘It is okay,’ Patton insisted. ‘How long has it been a problem?’

‘Years,’ Virgil mumbled miserably.

‘Virgil…’ There was the pity again. ‘Why didn’t you tell one of us?’

Virgil’s eyes flew wide and snapped onto Patton in disbelief. The older side seemed taken aback by the sudden heat directed at him.

‘Why do you think?!’ Virgil yelled hysterically, yanking Meeko’s tail harshly.

He heard a rip.

Virgil’s heart stopped as he looked down to see Meeko’s tail hanging limply in one of his hands, completely torn from the rest of the toy.

The tears that had been steadily welling in his eyes finally spilled over and dripped down to the white cotton stuffing in his lap.

‘Oh, honey,’ Patton cooed sadly and wrapped his arms around him.

Virgil sniffled and threw the ruined toy to the end of his bed. ‘It’s fine.’ His voice was shaky and high-pitched.

‘It’s okay if it’s not fine,’ Patton whispered.

‘W-whatever,’ Virgil choked, then broke down into tears a second later.

‘We can fix him,’ Patton reassured, stroking his hair. ‘Everything’s okay, my little Stormcloud.’

Virgil collapsed against him in defeat. He was too exhausted to be angry.

‘I’m sorry for pushing you.’ Patton kissed his head. ‘We don’t need to talk about it anymore.’

A strangled whimper escaped Virgil and he quickly hid his face against Patton’s chest and clung onto him. He had gotten used to crying a lot recently due to his littlespace, but at that moment he could tell he was not regressed. He decided it hurt so much more to cry when he was big. It felt like years’ worth of embarrassment and loneliness and frustration and fear were all suddenly crashing down on him.

After a few minutes of being held by Patton, Virgil’s tears had subsided. His head felt a lot clearer after getting it out of his system.

‘Are you tired of dealing with such a crybaby yet?’ Virgil mumbled into Patton’s shirt, which was now wet from his tears.

Patton’s fingers carded through his hair gently. ‘I’m never going to be tired of being here for you, Virgil.’

Virgil’s lips pulled into a small smile, but it didn’t quite feel genuine.

‘Can I tell Logan everything you’ve told me?’ Patton asked.

‘Ha,’ Virgil laughed humourlessly, some unpleasant emotion swirling in his chest. ‘Sure. While you’re at it, how about you go and tell Janus and Remus too?’ His voice shook. Whether it was from anger, fear, or his tears, he wasn’t sure. ‘I’m sure they’d love to hear all about it.’

‘You know I would never do that.’ Patton sounded hurt and guilt flooded Virgil. ‘I’m not doing any of this to upset you.’

‘I - I know,’ Virgil whispered and pulled his head up from Patton’s chest to look at him apologetically. ‘Sorry.’

Patton shook his head lightly and cupped Virgil’s cheek. ‘You’ve been dealing with this on your own for too long. Mama - Logan and I want to help you.’

‘You do?’ Virgil asked meekly.

‘Of course,’ Patton nodded. ‘We don’t like seeing you so upset whenever you have an accident. We want to do something about it.’

Virgil’s heart leapt in excitement and he pushed himself to sit upright. ‘You can stop it from happening?’ he asked.

The glimmer of hope in his chest was quickly snuffed out by the way Patton’s eyes darted to the side to avoid his pleading gaze. His mouth opened and closed silently for a few seconds.

‘Well,’ Patton finally croaked then cleared his throat. ‘Let’s just - lemme speak to Logan then we’ll see.’

Virgil’s body slumped a little. He knew that tone. That was the same tone Patton used when he told Roman “maybe” instead of “no” to spare his feelings.

‘So will you let me speak to him?’ Patton asked again, looking at him expectantly.

Virgil bit his lip. What else did he have to lose? ‘Yeah, okay,’ he whispered.

The relieved smile on Patton’s face almost made it worth it.

Patton opened his arms wide. ‘Can I have a hug now?’

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before Virgil crashed into him.

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OKAY THIS IS JUST AN ADD ON TO THE "FIGHTING OVER PATTON'S AFFECTIONS" PROMPT You know how some (like 90% straight) guys have like fish in their profile pictures on dating sites? Imagine Remus being like "I CAN ALSO SHOW PATTON I CAN PROVIDE HIM WITH PROTEIN!" and just giving him fish. To show he can provide for him, very sweet

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Warnings: some angst, cursing

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Two weeks after their dramatic collision, Patton was relieved to note that his beaus didn’t seem to have scared each other off. Quite the opposite in fact; he’d never felt so attended to in his life.

Remus- whom he had barely spoken to before but had long admired from afar- had come up to him during their last shared gym time, helping him with his circuit training and asking for advice on his stretching regimen. It had been… a lot. They’d been very close together and Remus was really big and strong and slightly sweaty and Patton had maybe used his hands a little more than strictly necessary to show the jock the right way to position himself in a stretch or two.

Dexter had been equally as suddenly present in his life. After the disaster with the tea, he’d brought Patton a cup of his favourite tea every day, with barely another word about it. In the past day however, he’d taken to giving Patton a kiss on the back of the hand when he said goodbye, flustering the cheerleader with those dark, smouldering eyes of his. Patton had accepted his new life as a tomato with some resignation, as Dex had seemed so pleased by the reaction that he’d returned to his stammering for a while until he’d got himself back under control. Now Patton just had to put up with the most beautiful wicked smirk whenever he flushed at Dex’s romantic overtures, and he was starting to lose his grip on his self control.

Between the two of them Patton was wound tight as a fishing line, and unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on whose shoes you were standing in) it was fishing lines that was just about to cause the whole thing to blow up in their faces…

***

“It’s time to take it to the next level!” Toby crowed, throwing his fists in the air in victory while Remus lounged on his bed and grinned happily. Apparently his latest progress report had been more than satisfactory, because his friend was over the moon. “I mean, that’s basically second base, right? His hand was- and you were- it counts!” The other footballer threw himself into Remus’s desk chair.

“Yeah, cool and all, but how do we take things up a notch? Like, what’s next dude? I have no idea. And Dex is… ugh. So charming? I gotta pull out all the stops bro, he’s gonna be right otherwise. Maybe I am too much of a brute to deserve Pa- Ow! Tobes, dude, what the fuck?!”

Toby just raised an eyebrow, hand up with another baseball cocked and ready to throw like the first. “You know what you did, bro. You know.”

“Fine, I’m sorry. I deserve pretty Patton Sanders and I’m not a brute?”

The hand came down and Toby nodded in satisfaction. “That will do, Duke, that will do. But watch your mouth. And I don’t know the answer, by the way. Maybe we could ask your brother? He always-”

Remus cut him off quickly. “I’m not asking him for help. Never ever, you hear me? I’ll just… what can we use for help? Like, movies? Google?”

“Dating sites?” Toby suggested, shrugging. “I dunno man, where do people actually get shacked up from these days? It’s worth a try.”

Sure, whatever, it was definitely worth a try. They logged on to some ridiculously wholesome dating site after a very frustrating google search and started to scroll through the accounts (after getting mildly sidetracked by setting up a fake profile for laughs).

“So, there’s a theme…”

They looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Baseball caps-”

“Fish. What?” Remus wrinkled his nose at Toby. “No, not baseball caps. Although also yes, I guess, but I’m not doing that. I don’t need helmet hair all the time. Fish! They’re all holding like, big fuck off fish. Maybe it’s an instinct thing, like- I can provide for you! I’m strong and patient and manly!”

“But you’re a football player, like, that’s strong and manly!” Toby pointed out.

“Yeah but I never gave Patton anything to eat, bro. Dex always gives him his favourite drink like a fucking prince charming or some shit. Maybe I can cover food!”

Toby perked up at the explanation. “Yeah! You could go fishing!”

“I could go fishing!”

“And then-”

Remus leaned back on his bed with a triumphant smirk. “Then Patton Sanders will go out with me.”

***

It doesn’t go as smoothly as they expect when they dream the plan up in his frat room. Firstly; there are no fishing spots nearby and secondly; it’s an expensive sport apparently, and annoyingly Remus really doesn’t have the patience for it whatsoever.

After some intense discussion with Toby they’d decided that leaving out the actual fishing part- because Remus has sports covered already- shouldn’t be a problem, and he’ll just have to cover the fish part separately.

Which is how Remus found himself browsing the fish counter at their local store on a cold, crisp Tuesday morning, choosing what would best convey his devotion and suitability as a provider to the object of his affections.

After some careful deliberation he chose a nice salmon filet and he was waiting in line to buy it when he spotted Dexter O’Reilly in the other queue, texting someone with a very sappy smile. Remus knew immediately that it must be Patton, and suddenly it felt like he was doomed to fail, because Dex had broken their unspoken rule to only interact with Patton in person, and was cheating and now Remus was behind!

He nearly stormed over to demand a reckoning but managed to calm himself with the reminder that Dex didn’t have fish to give to Patton, and he did, and that made him the better provider and the stronger choice, physically and metaphorically.

Dexter didn’t notice him, luckily, so Remus was able to slope away without an altercation, and get to practice on time to give the fish to Patton.

Which also doesn’t go as smoothly as planned.

For some reason, upon being presented the plastic wrapped salmon filet, Patton’s first response wasn’t to swoon into Remus’s arms and declare him the ultimate champion of his heart. In fact it wasn’t even the second response. He first stared blankly at Remus for a full ten seconds, and then his mouth started moving silently and he sort of glanced between Remus and the fish helplessly.

Apparently he should have explained the meaning of the gesture along with just proudly holding a piece of fish out to the cheerleader. Woops.

“So, I wanted you to know I can provide for you, and I can be- well I can’t really be patient because I got this from the grocery store, not an actual fishing place, but Toby thinks it counts- so I can be a good provider and boyfriend and I’m strong from sport see, so that counts too, and-”

He melted at the shy, soft smile Patton gave him, all pink-cheeked and adorable. “Um, that’s real sweet of you Remus. Maybe I could cook this sometime for… both of us?”

JACKPOT.

“Yes!” Remus shouted, making Patton jump in surprise at the volume, but the cheerleader waved him off when he quickly apologised. “I mean, yes. That would be… really nice.” He stood there and beamed at Patton, who beamed back.

A few long seconds went by before they were jolted from their reverie by a passing student. Patton took the salmon filet and Remus lifted a hand to brush his cheerleader’s hair back behind his ears, fingers less than an inch from Patton’s face when he saw Dex over Patton’s shoulder, staring at them.

And… it was weird, but the expression on O’Reilly’s face wasn’t angry at all, like Remus would’ve expected. It was hurt, and heartbroken, and defeated, and as Remus stood there frozen Dexter dropped his eyes to the floor, looking horribly lost, and then he hurried away, two cups still clutched in his hands.

Remus felt kinda bad, and he let his hand drop before making contact. Patton tilted his head in confusion but Remus just smiled tightly and hurried away to the changing rooms.

He had some thinking to do.

(Patton had never been more confused in his life)

***

End of part 3

#moceit #intruality #intrumoceit #ts patton #ts remus #ts deceit #college au #prompt fill #writepie #ts sanders sides #ts writing #ts sanders sides aus #sanders sides #some angst sorry not sorry #bring it on au

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simon-newman · 4 years

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One year update

Well. Not exactly one year if we count my ants and mantises but today exactly one year ago I bought my first tarantula... And my second one...

For that reason and because i didn’t post about my animals in a LONG WHILE I’m going to update you on all of them.

Anyway... Lets get the hard one done with first: My mantises.

Sadly those don’t live long and a few weeks ago my last praying mantis has passed away. It was to be expected as they live only for about a year and I got them all before even my first tarantula.

Out of 7 praying mantis I’ve bought 4 reached maturity. Two died of unknown causes, one fell during a molt. Yeah... They are fragile like that.

Still - I want to believe those other 4 had good lives filled with roaches and all the other things mantises like...

Ok.

Now the fun part.

ANTS.

I’m not sure if I reported this before but from my 2 Manica rubida colonies one lost it’s queen right before winter.

Normally the colony would be doomed but at the end of their hibernation I joined the two colonies and the surviving queen adopted the orphaned workers.

The surviving colony is doing quite well I’d say:

Here’s Queen Sola in all of her winged glory. The population of workers has decreased lately but I’m planning to upgrade their habitat in a few weeks.

Still - there’s soon gonna be a boom in new workers:

The pile of larvae and pupae is just enormous.

Now. The other colony - mt Formica cinerea? Umm...

This queen is taking it rather easy. She underwent hibernation with just 8 workers last year and took her time before laying new batch of eggs. The 2nd generation of workers replaced the old one as it was passing away and the numbers never exceeded 20 workers. All seem rather small for the species still.

I try to provide them with a lot of honey (they have a constant supply) and more than enough roaches (I’m exchanging them weekly so that they don’t go bad).

There are about 10 pupae and some more larvae in there... not sure how many because those ants make their test tubes really filthy somehow. And yes - test tubes. I provided another, clean one and they didn’t even bother trying to move into it...

I hope they’ll increase their population before hibernating this year.

Now. The recent find...

During my last hike I found this beauty. The young queen of the second largest ant species in my country: Camponotus herculeanus.

Known for their large size, ability to bite into wood and a soldier caste of workers those ants are one of the most desired species among antkeepers in my country.

I was hoping to find a queen of their larger cousins but I’m not gonna be picky about it.

The queen is currently stored in a dark and calm place where she can do her job and give birth to her first generation of workers (which might take a long time - those species develop slowly).

I expect to see first soldier ants in 3-4 years.

Now. The tarantulas in order of acquisition:

1. Tliltocatl vagans (ex. Brachypelma vagans)

Now this little spider underwent a lot.

A name change among other things - the genus was separated into two and... Well... I don’t want to bother you with details. My Brachypelma is now Tliltocatl.

It molted 6 times during the time I had it and I expect it to molt again within a week. It’s currently pushing 8cm in diagonal leg span (DLS) and after molting it’ll be once again my biggest spider.

Sadly it is due to that the colors are so... Brown.

After molting it’ll be velvet black (legs) with a vibrant red abdomen. I’m hoping for a black carapace after this molt as well.

This is also my only suspected female tarantula.

most keepers want females because they live several times longer than males. 15-30 years (depending on species) compared to 3-7 for males.

2. Chromatopelma cyaneopubescens

We got there!

We got the blue colors - finally!

Until recently the carapace was still a mixture of dark blue and gold - now it’s finally getting the blue-green look to it.

It molted just recently and is still kinda shy - I had to lure it out with food for this picture but I managed somehow.

Suspect male but people on arachnoboards told me to wait a bit longer as they can be a bit tricky to properly identify.

It’s last molt is about 7,5 cm in DLS meaning the spider is now bigger than that.

3. Phormictopus sp. green gold carapace

Another BIG ONE.

Big boy actually. Last attempt at sexing left almost no doubts - it is a male.

On one hand I’m happy because males of Phormictopus genus get some stunning colors when they mature.

On the other hand... Well. He’ll have a short life and the species is quite hard to come by so I might not be able to find him a date.

Perhaps I’ll try to contact the breeder who sold him to me and ask if he’s still breeding them but... I have the feeling that the guy doesn’t like me much.

As for the spider himself... I complained a lot about his temperament - he was bolty and kicked hair at the slightest of disturbances... Was. Recently he got quite calm and almost... gentle... I hope he stays this way.

It also grows FAST. It was a lot smaller than my first two spiders and now can rival them in size at about 7,5 cm in DLS.

4. Psalmopoeus cambridgei

Mr shy. I can’t get a good picture of him no matter how much I try.

Always hiding or escaping the moment I take out the camera. A fussy eater and and overall pain in the butt.

Also - suspect male. His molts are always ruined so they can’t be used to determine it with all certainty but I had a good look on him two or three times and he seems male to me.

I might be wrong tho.

5. Lasiodora klugi

The SMOL one. Not so small anymore.

Still my smallest spider but it grew a lot from that tiny, tiny spiderling that I got back in September.

I hear they speed up a lot after hitting the juvenile stage which should happen soon...

Ultimately this will be my largest spider.

No clue if it’s male or female - too small to even try checking.

6 Harpactira pulchripes

The evil one, eh?

The only Old World tarantula in my collection - Old World meaning it’s from Africa and lacks the irritating hairs the New World Ts use for defense.

To make up for this the OW spiders are faster and their venom is quite nasty.

I get a threat posture from this little guy every time I try to take it’s molt out. That is... 3 times so far.

Still a beautiful spider that grows A LOT with each molt.

So. That’s it. All of my animals not counting the cat. I hope you enjoyed this update.

I’ll try to put together a feeding video. Soon. This time for sure.

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eirenare · 4 years

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Life update + my Reylo/SW content to arrive: fics, art, theorizing mode, books info and reactions

Hi there guys!

Logging in to say that nothing’s happened to me I’ve just been absent here, and I’m sorry for that (and for the many times I’ve had to say this... ugh)!

In the meantime I’ve been writing and drawing “a bit” of Reylo lately (*coughs* 1-2 months worth of microfics written on Twitter where I’ve been way more active both for fandoms and IRL stuff, 3 oneshot fics uploaded to Ao3 and 1 to be uploaded next week—will drop the links this week!—, lots of sketches and WIPs), so soon I should have a decent amount of content to upload.

First things first, I haven’t done yet my reaction to the TROS junior novelization (nor have I read it, although as I said, some things I know of already) since I’ve been barely reading lately for some reasons I’ve been dealing with (even though I’ve been buying some books *sigh*), but hopefully this coming week I can get Prologue + Chapter 1 done *muffled pterodactyl screeching sounds* Again, sorry!

And now, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk about, and that is the state of my TROS fic, “Rey of Jakku”... (Spoiler: it’s still on, I’m not abandoning it even if it’s been on hiatus.)

“Rey of Jakku” started as a speculative work, a “what if TROS would be like this or that based on things we know and have seen” coupled with things I wanted to see, and while I’d planned at first of posting chapter/part 2 before TROS hit the theaters, I delayed it thinking on posting it on January—but I wasn’t counting on the much worse headspace TROS would get me in, which coupled with the way my ability to concentrate has gone down the drain, it wasn’t a good combo. It certainly didn’t help to go back to reading what I had of “Rey of Jakku” part/chapter 2 post-TROS to see at some point I’d described Ben’s smile when he was little and feeling so hurt remembering his smile in TROS right before he died, either, nor reading in my fic Ben saving Rey from [SPOILER: ... ... ... drowning].

Basically, while I’ve been honing a bit some parts of “Rey of Jakku” these last months and tweaking a little thing here and there (and the line-up of chapters + summary phrases that you can find here remains the same), I barely managed to advance it. But I want to get back to writing it, even if the thought of not doing it as right as I want to makes me feel anxious and the super Imposter Syndrome of Doom, so... yeah, I’ll try to have an update for September (August is “a bit” packed with some stuff I want to do and IRL things, but maybe I’ll try) and write it more on the regular. The ideal thing would be a chapter/part every 2-3 weeks, because they’re starting to get quite big (... did someone say “around 12k words update”?), almost like 4-5 chapters squished together in an update, but we’ll see, it’ll depend on my headspace and my concentration. After TROS I just miss even more writing this and I really just want to write how I thought TROS would’ve been and stuff I would’ve liked to see...

Now, back to other SW-related content...

I can’t remember if I already said this but I’m compiling all the info we know about “SW: The High Republic” and been theorizing a lot for months, and well... it can get so very wild. If I can organize myself better with all this I’ll share here, but for now all I’m gonna say is that I’m super excited about SW: THR.

As I’ve said before I’ve also been gathering even more Star Wars books and there are a pair nice or curious things, specially translation-wise, that I’d like to talk about. My latest buys, “Resistance Reborn” and the TROS “golden book” (that is, the illustrated English version for little children) should arrive at the start of september. Which also means I really, really should get around to “building” that little library in my room that I’ve been planning to have and just... kept postponing and postponing like a ton of things these months.

So far, I think this is all for now? Unless I forget something.

Anyways, I hope you’re all doing good and I thank you if you’ve taken your time to read this post (or any other of my posts, for that matter)!

Keep yourselves safe guys, and have a nice day/night! ♥

#Reylo #Ben Solo #Rey #Reylo fics #I'm feeling a bit too tired right now to write all the tags I should be tagging so for now I'll settle for these and write the rest tomorro #My life #My art #My fics #My Reylo fics #Fic-writing

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captainsrogers7 · 6 years

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Babysitting

Please Send Requests

Prompt:“Are you insane?”

“ Do you really want me to answer that ?”

Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1,393 ( I know it’s a little long. Sorry)

Warnings: fluff

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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The Avengers had left you in charge of babysitting Loki, the guy who tried to take over New York, the guy who killed 80 people,the guy who scares you more than anything in the world.

You were in an apartment-like room on the heli-carrier, it was well furnished but had a steel door, this made me nervous. You made your way towards couch and made yourself comfortable, you had brought a book that you had been reading, you opened to your current page and started to read.

It had been only a few moments before you felt the room grow cold, you shivered and retrieved the blanket that was at the other end of the sofa. The room continued to grow colder and colder until a thought popped into your head. Loki was a frost giant, he can make things grow cold.

You slowly turned you head half way until you saw the fair skin and raven hair of the man that everyone was saying was so dangerous. Looking at him now he appeared as nothing more than an ordinary person.

“Hello dear, I suppose you are the one they have sent to watch over me.” he raised his eyebrows, he hasn’t made any eye contact, “ What is this rubbish that you’re reading?”

“ It is not garbage, it is a masterpiece !” I slammed the book shut, which surprisingly made him jump, “ The name is, y/n.”

“ Opinions,” he sounded rather smug while saying this,” your race seems to be quite dependent on them, y/n.”

He flicked his wrist and my book flew out of my hands and into his. He waved his finger above it, there was a green light coming from his fingertips, then my book exploded and all that was left was the tiny fibers that used to be my novel.

“ Are you insane?” I shouted at him.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” he looked extremely proud of what he had just done.

I ran to where the pile of fibers are on the hardwood floor, the floor near him felt like ice. I turned my gaze in his direction, fir in my eyes. I got up off the floor and ran towards him. I didn’t think my plan all the way through, as I was about to pounce on him he simply held his arms out and caught me.

I guess the look on my face was quite amusing because he burst into laughter. This is not what I would have expected from this man. Everyone made him sound so menacing and cruel, but here he was laughing and holding me ever so carefully while I was midair.

“ I think I’m going to like you.” he laughed putting me back on the floor.

“ You still owe me a book.” I pushed away from him, I felt myself blushing.

“ Give it time, you’ll get what you want eventually.” he turned and disappeared into the room I’m guessing he came from, “ Are you coming?”

I followed close behind him, we entered a large room, there were no windows only a few lights barely illuminating the entire room. In the center of the room was a table, it seemed to be full of children’s games.

“ What’s this?” I smiled at some of the items on the table.

Some games included, UNO, Monopoly, and Jenga.

“ They were here when I got here, I have no clue what they are for, I was hoping you would tell me.”

“ Well they are games, usually children play them.” I laughed at his confused look.

“ Why on earth would they provide children games for me?” he sounded truly offended.

“ Well, maybe they wanted to give you things that were easy to understand so that you weren’t bored.”

“ Could you teach me how to use them?” he sounded hopeful.

“ Sure which one would you like to start with?”

“ Perhaps, Moo-no-poo-lie.”

I laughed so hard that I keeled over, I think he thought I hurt myself because he picked me up once again.

Y/n! Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“ You said the name wrong, it isn’t Moo-no-poo-lie, it’s called Monopoly.” I was still laughing.

He just rolled his eyes at me, “ Well can we start with that one?”

“Of course.”

It had been just over an hour and Loki still didn’t understand the concept of rent.

“I own that, you owe me $21. We went over this twenty minutes ago.” I was starting to get a little annoyed.

“Well yes but I paid you $21 dollars already. I don’t see why I should do it again.” he also seemed to be getting quite annoyed.

“ That’s just how the game goes.”

“ How do I know you’re not making this all up just so you can win?”

“ Oh my goodness, you wanted to know how to play, I’m just teaching you.”

“ Well maybe we could play something else, a game that you can’t cheat at perhaps?”

“ Fine which do you want to play?” I wasn’t going to lie, I’m happy we don’t have to play anymore.

“ How about Uh-new?”

I laughed again, “ It’s called UNO. Okay bring it over let the games begin.”

I gave him a brief summary of the game and he seemed to understand. Once we began playing it became quite noticeable that h was either quite skilled at the game, or was cheating. I grabbed the stack of played cards and half of the cards he had laid began to glow green and turn a different color. The trickster was also a cheater.

“Hey, that’s not fair! I wasn’t cheating which means neither can you!” I threw the cards at him and stomped off to the living room.

“ How can I know that you weren’t cheating during Moo-nopoly?” he said to me, he sounded as though he was close behind me.

“ You’re the God of Lies, it’s like your superpower to know when people are lying!” I was angry, “ I just met you and now you are accusing me of cheating at a game that I was teaching to you. I have never met a person more rude than you!”

“ You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to not accept the apology, it sounded so sincere, “ It’s alright, but don’t do it ever again.”

He began walking towards you, a magnificent idea entered your mind. You let him come right in front of you before springing to action. You grabbed his arm and swung him around, you had your arm around his neck. You then used your feet to knock him to his knees.

Your small performance didn’t have the effect you were planning. Instead of shock on his face, Loki looked amused at the state he was in. Perhaps he really was crazy.

“Y/n, you should really think about what you are up against before jumping into action.”

You had barely blinked in the time it took him to undo what you had just done and have you in the position he had just been stuck in.

“ Should we return to our game now?” he cooed into your ear, “ Or do you wish to continue this new game, I do enjoy it.”

“ Fine fine, let’s go play UNO. Just no more cheating, alright?”

“Sounds lovely.” he released me.

I rubbed my neck, it was a little sore from his grasp. We both made our way back to the table in the other room to continue our game. I’m not sure whether or not it was luck or he had decided to cheat again but he won the next three rounds.

It was around 11 o’clock when the intercom turned on and said that the night worker was coming and that my shift was over for the day.

“ Until tomorrow,” Loki said to me as we came to the door, “ should we start with Jeen- ga or Doom-een-oes ?”

I laughed again, “ I think we’ll start with telling you the proper names of each game.”

There was a knock at the door, which Loki quickly opened to reveal a cranky looking man who raised an eyebrow at the smile on my face. I said my goodbye’s to Loki and made my way back to my room, very excited to return the next day.

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irhinoceri · 4 years

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An Annotated List of Mine Own Fic - Dragon Age Edition

All stat counts accurate as of 9/24/2020.

Lonesome Dreams - Words: 130,169 Chapters: 15/? Comments: 52 Kudos: 46 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 1544

My baby, my nightmare, the DA fic that haunts my dreams and makes me question all my life choices.

I originally meant this to be a short story, just exploring the headspace of the Warden in making key decisions as I roleplayed her while going through my first Origins playthrough. I’ve ended up entangled in a post-canon plot with an OC daughter, which is why it’s 130k and Still Not Finished.

I was initially inspired by trying to reconcile the Warden as I thought of her, with BioWare’s decision to send the Warden off the map regardless of player choice. It irked me. I envisioned my Cousland ruling Ferelden as Alistair’s Queen, and the idea that she’d under any circumstances fuck off to the ass end of nowhere for years and miss out on everything that happened during Inquisition did not mesh with the character I had imagined. Particularly because she promised Alistair straight up that she’d help him rule Ferelden and wasn’t just gonna stick him on the throne and abandon him. WHOOPS. But it turned out that my irritation with BioWare made for fertile fanfic material and the Cousland I had roleplayed as confident and certain of her choices (I had FUN, y’all) turned into an angsty mess of a human being, burdened by heroism, filled with insecurity and regret, haunted by her many manipulations, ashamed of that super high coercion stat. Just Imposter Syndrome, the person, all around.

Also, she’s a certified tortured bisexual(tm) who ends up in a polyamorous triad with Alistair and Morrigan, since I was like “I should be able to romance Morrigan as a female warden” and instead of writing a separate fic for that, I grafted it onto my Cousland/Alistair playthrough, Frankensteinesque. I’m also a dirty Alistair/Morrigan shipper even though I know many people find that ship distasteful and problematic, since they’re so awful to each other in the game. Look, I know the “they pretend to hate each other because they secretly like each other” trope is overdone and painful. The fic gets very meta in that regard as Cousland is always going “Please get along I know you secretly love each other” and Alistair and Morrigan are constantly going, “We will never admit that to you or to each other but we will have sex and talk about how much we love our son just please shut up about it already will you.” So, uh, me to me:

Anyway all this messiness has resulted in my ONLY Explicit rated fanfic as it depicts the Dark Ritual as a threesome and let me tell you how much I hate writing sex scenes, I hate it so much, that I wrote several more even more explicit than the last. It’s still all pretty tame by Ao3 standards and only accounts for a tiny fraction of the overall wordcount, but it’s the smuttiest smut I’ll ever write and I hate every word of it.

Above All Else.... this is Lord Huron songfic. My muse is every song off their Lonesome Dreams album as well as some of their EPs and that one song off the A Walk In The Woods soundtrack...... a’yep. I’m an incurable songfic’er and I cannot lie.

The Torture of Small Talk (with someone you used to love) - Words: 12,590 Chapters: 3/3 Kudos: 3 Hits: 30

No one will ever read this fic and it’s probably just as well. I wrote it in a feverish state while listening to Fall Out Boy, hence the title. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, writing FOB songfic, or, looking back over the last 4 years of fic writing, and knowing that I could easily say “I’m sorry every fic is about you” to my ex but let’s stop there.

This is my angsty post-breakup Alistair/Amell fic based on player-choices I would never actually make in game. I would never chose the option that results in Alistair abandoning the Warden and becoming a bitter drunk in Kirkwall and I’d never sacrifice a Good Friend Purple Hawke to the Fade but here we are, this terrible fic exists, thanks to watching YouTube videos depicting terrible worldstates I hate. Also has the distinction of being the only fic on Ao3 with a friendship tag for Alistair and Bethany. Their friendship is implied and exists off screen but still, it exists, and I imagine being buddies with the guy who cruelly broke your cousin’s heart is awkward for Bethany. Fuck, I’m Facebook friends with someone who cruelly broke my cousin’s heart and it’s awkward. Social media was a mistake.

With Lindiranae Fell the Dales - Words: 2,859 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 2 Kudos: 11 Hits: 49

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#my fic #writing #dragon age

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bloodylullaby · 6 years

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85 Questons

I was tagged to do this by a very lovely person. I would tag them, but it’s too late to bother them right now x3

Rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

— What was your last…

1. Drink: Water. 2. Phone call: My friend Graham, I believe. 3. Text message: Group chat with my insane friends. 4. Song you listened to: If I’m James Dean, Then You’re Audrey Hepburn 5. Time you cried: A day or two ago, I’m running low on tears currently.

— Have you ever…

6. Dated someone twice: Kinda, I was giving them a second chance and we were taking things slow before he decided to leave again. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes. 8. Been cheated on: Twice. 9. Lost someone special: Pets that have passed and a person who i don’t share the same relationship as before. 10. Been depressed: I’m diagnosed with depression. Runs in the family mixed with a lot of shit I have been through. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Hell yeah, I’m a mess xD

— Fave colors

12. Black 13. Blue 14. Blood red

— In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends: Yes. 16. Fallen out of love: No, if only. 17. Laughed until you cried: Of course, that’s my middle name. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes, and I can’t wait for karma to bite them in the ass. 19. Met someone who changed you: Kinda. 20. Found out who your friends are: Eh. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: Yes.

— General

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Almost all of them.

23. Do you have any pets: Two dogs and a cat.

24. Do you want to change your name: Kinda, but not really. I just really love the name Lucinda.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Uh, I’m pretty sure I cried a bit because none of my friends wanted to see me and I share my birthday with the love of my life who is an ex.

26. What time did you wake up today: 9 in the morning. I had trouble sleeping all night.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Playing Skyrim and having an anxiety attack.

28. What is something you can’t wait for: To be able to drive my car.

30. What are you listening to right now: My playlist that I made about someone.

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I had a cat name Thomas, does that count?

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: The person who I call the love of my life has picked an emotional, physical and mental abuser over me. He is avoiding to give me my things back until he can see me in person, but I wish he would still text me. Also I really hate spiders and how people keep showing me pictures of said spiders.

33. Most visited website: Tumblr, Instagram, Netflix, Youtube, Facebook.

34. Hair color: Right now it is dark blue and a light bluish green. My Next plain is to get it dyed Green and purple. You know, Joker colors.

35. Long or short hair: I have long hair. I also LOVE WHEN GUYS HAVE LONG OR SHAGGY HAIR.

36. Do you have a crush on someone: Yeah, it’s fucking me up pretty badly and he knows it is.

37. What do you like about yourself: I’m funny sometimes, I’m empathetic, sympathetic and overly caring of those I love.

38. Want any piercings: Not anymore. I refuse to get a needle going through my body.

39. Blood type: I don’t know.

40. Nicknames: Doom and Gloom, Twilight Zone, and Baby Bat.

41. Relationship status: Single, but my heart and soul is taken.

42. Sign: Virgo.

43. Pronouns: She.

44. Favorite TV show: Bob’s Burgers, A Series Of Unfortunate Events, The Office, Parks and Rec’s, It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia, and a few more.

45. Tattoos: None yet, but I am wanting to get one some day.

46. Right or left handed: Right handed. 47: Ever had surgery: Nope 48. Piercings: My ears. 49. Sport: I use to play volleyball and I was in the flag corpse when I was in high school.

50. Vacation: Never been on one.

51. Trainers: Combat boots or heels.

— More general

52. Eating: My favorites are sushi, Chinese and Cheetos.

53. Drinking: Water. Half lemonade half tea, coffee, Monster, soda, or juice.

54. I’m about to watch: Probably about to finish season two of A Series Of Unfortunate Events after this.

55. Waiting for: Him to realize that I’m actually good for him and that he is afraid of actual love.

56. Want: Him.

57. Get married: Hopefully one day.

58. Career: Aiming to be an actor, but currently working at a restaurant that takes advantage of me.

— Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses: Depends on the person.

60. Lips or eyes: Eyes.

61. Shorter or taller: Taller. I am 5′7.5″ to 5′8″, so I like tall people that make me feel small.

62. Older or younger: Older, always has been always will be.

63. Nice arms or stomach: I don’t really care.

64. Hookup or relationships: Relationships, hookups lead to being taken advantage of or hurt feelings.

65. Troublemaker or hesitant: Depends, but I am usually hesitant if people are involved.

— Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger: Yeah. 67. Drank hard liquor: Yes. 68. Turned someone down: Yes.

69. Sex on first date: Not my style.

70: Broken someone’s heart: I don’t believe so.

71. Had your heart broken: Sadly.

72. Been arrested: No.

73. Cried when someone died: Yes.

74. Fallen for a friend: Nope.

— Do you believe in

75. Yourself: Nope.

76. Miracles: Yes.

77. Love at first sight: Unsure.

78. Santa Claus: He creeps me out.

79. Angels: Yes.

— Misc

80. Eye color: Dark doe brown. 81. Best friend’s name: Andrea, Andrea, Dee, Graham, Sarah, Lizzy, Julia, Parker, and Ivree.

82. Favorite movie: Anastasia, Bartok: The Magnificent, The Crow, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Titanic, and Requiem For A Dream to name a few.

83. Favorite actor: Bill Skarsgaurd and my friend Graham.

84. Favorite cartoon: Bob’s Burgers and BoJack Horseman.

85. Favorite teacher’s name: Dr. Fayhey.

***I don’t really have anyone to tag, so I apologize. I’m also sorry for the sad replies to most of them. I haven’t gone to bed and it is 3:50 in the morning here, plus I’m going through a tough time right now.***

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