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masterkamisato · 1 year

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my valentine

al haitham x gn!reader

summary: alhaitham's stoic and indifferent personality fades as soon as he's with you. he simply turns into an awkward, stiff mess. how will this valentine's confession go? (fluff to the max)(slightly ooc embarrassed al-haitham who sucks at conveying his feelings)

a/n: GOD IM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN MISSING FOR SO LONG after my national exams i just crumbled mentally and had 0 inspo to write BUT IM KINDA BACK??? and i did pretty well and got into a school i wanted to yay :) so i'd like everyone to have a lovely haitham oneshot as a gift after i've been gone so long

al-haitham was never the romantic type before meeting you. he'd never given much thought to being romantic with anyone before, not finding much reason to since he had always stuck to himself until that fateful day where you found a warm spot for yourself in his heart. he couldn't exactly put what he was felt when he thought about you into words— he felt warmth and safety swirled with a dash of panic and embarrassment. you turn him from a unbothered, elegant man to an ungraceful, flushed mess.

having noticed valentine's day was quickly approaching al-haitham scrambled to make the day special for you. it was going to be a confession of his feelings for you. but him being as inexperienced in love that he is (his main knowledge of love being from any romance novels that he'd picked up and seeing couples on the streets of sumeru), he had to come up with a way to charm you.

kaveh would never thought he'd see al-haitham bring home a bouquette of flowers in his entire life. that was, until he saw al-haitham unlock the door with a bundle of sumeru roses in hand. kaveh squinted at him, who placed the flowers in the kitchen.

" what are these for? ''

" who, not what, kaveh. tomorrow is valentines day. '' al-haitham answered.

'' you... have a valentine? "

who is this man and who is this poor person that al-haitham is in love with. kaveh sighed. this simply won't do.

al-haitham was nervous, hands starting to get sweaty as he waited outside where you worked, flowers held behind his back. he planned to confess to you after you were done with your work for the day. it wouldn't have been too out of his character for him since he had been walking you home frequently. al-haitham thought it wouldn't bring too much attention to himself— that way, he wouldn't back out on telling you how he felt.

his eyes shifted across a sheet of paper in his other hand. on it was what him and kaveh spent the whole of the previous night working on. his 'love speech' to you, as kaveh called it. archons, kaveh better not fail me now. al-haitham sighed, counting down the minutes until you could leave work.

after a few minutes, which felt like hours to him he spotted you leave your workplace as you waved to your fellow colleagues. his heart pounded, he could hear his own heartbeat through his skill. you finally turned towards his direction and your eyes met. you smiled, speeding up your walking pace towards him.

as you got closer he saw you holding a number of items in your arms, cradling a few red coloured trinkets and some flowers. al-haitham felt a pang of doubt inside. so he wasn't the only one. what if... you already accepted someone else... what if.. no, he told himself he was going to at least try. otherwise kaveh would've mocked his cowardice and more importantly, he would have missed his chance.

'' hey haitham, thanks for waiting, shall we head home? ''

he nodded as you walked slightly ahead telling him about your crazy day at work. al-haitham scanned his confession letter again and again, your words unminded.

'' haitham...? haitham? al-haitham! " you called out to him, '' are you okay? you were spacing out... "

he looked down at you, blood suddenly rushing to his face. here goes nothing.

'' i- well i have something to tell you... uh- i.. fuck i-" how unbecoming of the grand scribe to be at a loss for words.

he turned away from you, hiding his awfully rosy cheeks. he held out his letter towards you, " can you.. please read this first. "

you took the letter from his hand.

to my dearest, having you in my life has brightened mydays, soften my burdens and made me smile so much more. when im not with you, i miss how warm you make me feel inside. you are like the sun during a cold winter day, filling my cold soul with much warmth and pleasure. i would not be complete without you-

" wait! on second thought, don't- " al-haitham grabbed the letter from your hands, his face an even brighter shade of red as his eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment. " archons... this is so embarrassing. i can't believe kaveh made me write that. ''

" but i really wanted to tell you how i feel. so, " al-haitham held out a bouquette of sumeru roses, " i really like you. will you be mine? my valentine? " he turned away, he simply couldn't bare to look you in the eyes right now.

post fic a/n you 100% said yes right. good. now he will let you read the rest of his cringey letter once you are alone and he doesn't have to think about how embarrassing it is. now hold his hand while you walk him home and tell him you love him so much

anyway ahhhh this was so out of character but its so cute i love it i hope u love it too if i cringe too hard rereading this one day i might private this LOL

#al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #al haitham #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham fluff #al haitham fluff

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justice-n-cowboyhats · 2 months

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╰☆☆ 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ❤●•

𝚁𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @passingthroughthenorthstar !

As Clover exits a shop, the noise of laughter catches his attention. They don't pay it any mind. Just a few happy folk enjoying their night, nothing to freak out over. They flick a finger up, nudging their hat to not block his vision.

They duck into an alley, reaching into their inventory. Chees snax, a root beer, candy … Ah! A bowl of warm baked beans they managed to get from the shop. The monster inside was kind enough to accept the rest of their G, if only out of pity. It was fine. Pity be damned, Clover wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

Stuck in their thoughts, they didn't notice the soft chucking into their heard the soft thump! of footprints behind them. Sparing a glance, they noticed some young looking monsters behind them.

“Well look what we have here boys. A little human, all alone without their mommy and daddy!" A blue monster with short horns and scales hollered. 2 more monsters stepped behind them. One was tall, with black feathers while the other was no taller than Clover. Their cat ears twitched along with their tail, while one paw came up to gently tug at their red scarf.

“ They're so scrawny, no wonder they're eating scraps. ” The feline monster purred. The sea monster brought their fists together and cracked their knuckles, a dark grin splitting their face. “ And look at that shiny toy they got there. Kid, a little runaway like you doesn't deserve such a valuable item.. Why don't you give it here and we won't pummel you? ” They laughed.

Clover turned to look at the monsters and raised a brow. “ Sorry but I can't. Don't know 'bout you but I like feeling prepared. ” Clover clicked his tongue.

There was no time to react as the blue monster grabbed Clover by their bandana and hoisted them in the air. “ If you wanted to do this the hard way, you could've just asked. ”

The world around them turned dark. As his soul faded into existence they pulled their head back and headbutted the monster.

The monster cried in pain, roughly dropping Clover as they moved their hands to hold their head. Clover landed on the ground, letting out a soft "oof!" as his back hit the floor. His hat, having fell off his head during the impact, gently landed on their face. They quickly snatched the hat off their face. Scraping their hands and knees on gravel and pavement, Clover got up.

Ignoring the increasing pain, they dashed out of the alley, hoping to lose the monsters in a crowd. Their heart pounded in their chest. They could hear those thugs stomping behind them.

‘ What do I do?! I can't hurt them. Augh I just have to keep running! ’ His mind unhelpfully ran with millions of thoughts, every one coming back to the same conclusion: Don't hurt them. That wouldn't be just.

If they where a little more determined...

It wasn't long before they ended up in, what they assumed was, a little shopping market. They ducked and weaved through crowds, ignoring other monsters cries and grunts of annoyance.

#underblog💛#act → talk → thread #chattin with passingthroughthenorthstar #╚»★«╝ *Game Saved!

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the-royal-orora · 1 year

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My idea on who (from other works) would be great candidates to be part of the Animorphs

So basically, here are who I feel would fit perfectly alongside the Animorph gang (Ax, Cassie, Jake, Marco, Rachel and the Auxiliary Animorphs)

*This is a mixture of what I like/are interested in and what other people like/are interested in. So just because I mention them doesn't necessarily mean I'm a fan of the work they are from*

Lastly, I'm adding what I personally feel would fit, however feel free to add onto this if you see something that I might have missed. Also, if I get anything wrong, feel free to correct me. (I'm doing my best to put research into this)

By the way, for this, assume that they have all been given the morphing ability by the morphing cube

From Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Scooby Doo: Shaggy Rogers, Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, Scooby Doo

Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Doctor Who: The Doctor (Along with their companions. Not listed due the number of them)

Monsterverse: Madison Russell, Bernie Hayes, Josh Valentine

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Angel, Xander, Oz, Kendra, Faith

The Imperfects: Juan Ruiz, Tilda Weber, Abbi Singh

H2O: Just Add Water: Cleo Sertori, Emma Gilbert, Rikki Chadwick, Bella Hartley, Lewis McCartney

Jimmy Neutron: Jimmy Neutron (with Goddard as a Chee), Carl Wheezer, Sheen Estevez, Cindy Vortex, Libby Folfax, Nick Dean

Danny Phantom: Danny Phantom, Sam, Tucker Foley

Spongebob: Sandy Cheeks

Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Frylock, Meatwad (I would put Shake, but... I feel like he would be a volunteer controller and sell the Animorphs out)

The Slender Man Mythos: Jay Merrick, Tim Wright, Brian, Evan (without HABIT), Jeff, Stan Frederick

Mandela Catalogue: Adam Murray, Cesar Torres, Jonah Marshall, Mark Heathcliff (the first two are a maybe, the last two feel more fitting)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, April O'Neil

Teen Titans: Starfire, Robin, Beast Boy, Terra, Raven, Cyborg

Gravity Falls: Dipper, Mabel

Avatar: The Last Airbender/The Legend of Korra: Aang, Katara, Toph, Zuko, Korra, Asami Sato, Mako, Bolin

Adventure Time: Finn, Jake, Marceline

T.U.F.F. Puppy: Dudley Puppy, Kitty Katswell

The Powerpuff Girls: Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup

Friendship Is Magic: The Mane: Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Spike

Kim Possible: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Wade Load

Ed, Edd n Eddy: Edd "Double D"

Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers: The Rangers

Sabrina the Teenage Witch: Sabrina Spellman, Salem

iCarly: Carly, Sam, Freddie, (maybe?) Spencer, Harper

Hocus Pocus: Max Dennison, Allison, Thackery Binx, Becca, Izzy, Cassie, (maybe?) Billy Butcherson

Monster House: DJ, Chowder, Jenny

Mean Girls: Cady Heron

GTA (all a maybe): Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton, Trevor Philips, Jimmy, Lamar Davis, Lester, Niko Bellic, Johnny Klebitz, Carl "CJ" Johnson, Sean "Sweet" Johnson

Phineas and Ferb: Phineas Flynn, Ferbs "Ferb" Fletcher, Perry the Platypus

Futurama: Philip J. Fry, Leela, Bender, Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, Zoidberg, Amy Wong, Hermes Conrad

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long

Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy

Super Mario Bros.: Mario, Luigi

The Legend of Zelda: Link

Ben 10: Ben

This is all I can think of for now. Again, please add more if you can think of any!

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ghostbeam · 10 months

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I try to keep this blog mostly anime related but I cannot just pass by cream chee on the dash and not reblog I’m sorry everyone has to see him

#please look at him he’s my favorite in the whole world #ghost thoughts

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qichin · 10 months

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Salutations!

I figured that an introduction as my first ever tumblr seems fitting. My name is Qichin (chee chin), and I am a bard vtuber. I specialize in old games from my childhood (as in around 20-25 years ago) with a healthy dash of educational commentary regarding various subjects, but usually game design and linguistics.

I plan on using tumblr for any big announcements regarding my stream, as well as longer form posts on the many thoughts ghosting around in my head. Hope you’ll enjoy!

You can find me at www.twitch.tv/qichin

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wispisstillverybored67 · 1 year

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Hara-kiri

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𝙄. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

➪𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

Yumishii Orochi (last name first)

➪𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

You-me-she Oh-roe-chee.

➪𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Orochi comes from the Yamata-no-Orochi,

➪𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎(𝚜)

Chi-Chi (by Yoimiya).

➪𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Male

➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛

Male

➪𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜

He/him (hates being called a she)

➪𝚊𝚐𝚎

24.

➪𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑

September 30th

➪𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑/𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Inazuma

➪𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌/𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝

Libra

➪𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

Two chunks Inazuman, one chunk Liyuese, one tiny smidge Sumerun.

➪𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎(𝚜)

Inazuman, Mondstadt, Teyvat's common language;

➪𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Neutral/Chaotic Good

➪𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑

Middle class

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𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

➪𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎

Gloomy Sky-Seeker

➪𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑

"Red Spider Crabby"

(Orochi's specialty. Lying on top of the perfectly grilled crab shell, sits the perfectly cooked and seasoned crab meat, paired with the rich, supple, myriad crab roe. The meat itself seems to be sizzling still. Seemingly predicting the inevitable complaints about it's richness, Orochi thought to add cooling Dendrobium, meant to be eaten along to refresh your tongue. While you wolf this down, you take a few peaks at his face. He seems pleased... if it were not for the fact that he's frozen himself in an ice cube.

➪𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

Deer-Boy in the Headlights

➪𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢

N/A

➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

Catalyst

➪𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Dendro

➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Occulta Cervix

➪𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚��𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤(𝐬):

Swatting Blow: Launches up to 4 homing orbs that cycle through Dendro, Electro, and Hydro DMG.

Charged Attack- Consumes a certain amount of Stamina, and fires a beam that deals Dendro DMG

Plunging Attack- Gathering the might of Dendro, Orochi plunges towards the ground from mid-air, damaging all opponents in his path. Deals AoE Dendro DMG upon impact with the ground.

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥: Sho-Chiku-Bai

Fires a beam which primarily deals Dendro or Cryo DMG at the target, while also summoning a flower mark. If Orochi, or a marked ally is attacked, the attacking opponent suffers damage equal to 20% of ATK. Damage may be boosted or reduced depending on the elemental damage applied to the attacking opponent.

Don't flaunt your pretty blossoms... peach and plum.

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭: Bane of Kushi-Inada-Hime

Brambles upon brambles in the form of a legendary serpent dash out and converge onto the battlefield, dealing Dendro DMG to any opponent in the way. Deals continuous Dendro DMG as traps on the battlefield, and can react with other elements to cause Burgeon or Aggravate.

If he was such a monster... Then he'll be the evil monster. Just like they said.

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭(𝐬):

1st Ascension passive: Eyes of the Killer Queen

When Orochi uses Sho-Chiku-Bai, a random character under 100% hp is healed by 16% of their ATK.

4th Ascension passive: Truth of a Name

Opponents caught in Bane of Kushi-Inada-Hime suffer reduced Attack and Resistance for 10 seconds.

• Attack by 25%

• Resistance by 25%

This effect can happen every 5 seconds.

Utility passive: Silent Wish

When a Perfect Cooking is achieved on a dish, he has a 20% chance of refunding a portion of the ingredients used.

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𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

➪𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛/𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎

Red, wide, feminine, noticeable lashes.

➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛

Blonde

➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎/𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑

Neck length side extensions, short.

➪𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

6"4

➪𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

N/A

➪𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

Even-handed

➪𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎

Mesomorphic

➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎

Dark skinned.

➪𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

➪𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛(𝚜)

One over his eye. Unknown origin, tingles with Electro when touched, but it seems to sting to him.

➪𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘(𝚜)

N/A

➪𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜)

N/A

➪𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔(𝚜)

Just... several freckles and a mole under his nose.

➪𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝(𝚜)

(how do they dress normally? Describe it and/or insert a picture here)

➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

-A pair of purple horns attached to his head. They've got a creepily natural feel to them. Ironically, he put it on to blend in with others

-A purple choker to look more feminine.

➪𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎

You guys ever played Puyo Puyo Tetris (2)... and heard Ex? My dear beloved He's voiced by, basic answer I know but, Matt Mercer, and that deep enough voice just fits.

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝(𝚜)

His horns and red eyes. And his Sumerun/Natlanese look as an Inazuma native.

➪𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

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𝙄𝙑. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

Painfully shy and reserved. Withdrawn, never not seems to have an air of unease about him. He's always been like this, even to his own family. Though he hates attention, he yearns for friends, and can't figure out how to go about getting them. In battle, however... that's another story. His wish for justice and fairness clash with his pent up stress and frustrations, thus giving him a... battle fury, in a sense. Madness proves to be the one thing in this fury, giving, or unleashing, a sense of intense sadism. Periods in this battle fury are largely forgotten by Orochi, but he may become bothered by these states if you tell him.

➪𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

¹ Patience

² Firm morals

³ Gentle

⁴ Perceptive

⁵ Kind

➪𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

¹ Crippling shyness

² Timidity

³ Sadism

⁴ Unease

⁵ Paranoia

➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

Introvert.

➪𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

Mix between Dandere or Hinedere.

➪𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

Food, ghost stories.

➪𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊(𝚜)

Speaking to others, what may be Celestia's true nature.

➪𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜

Cooking, gathering ingredients, exploration.

➪𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

Alcohol, filler words, overeating.

➪𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝(𝚜)

Pretty people, good food.

➪𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎(𝚜)

Bad behavior justifications, prejudice.

➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

¹ Improv

² Delegation

³ Expedite

⁴ Well-read

⁵ Write

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𝙑. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; (low/medium/high)

➪𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

➪𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

➪𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

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𝙑𝙄. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡

➪𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

Skewed away from fruits and vegetables but is actually pretty good otherwise.

➪𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

None.

➪𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝚜)

N/A

➪𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜

Fox fur.

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎

Actually pretty stable until you put him in battle.

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝚜)

Probably autistic. Probably not.

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𝙑𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

6/10

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

7/10

➪𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖

8/10

➪𝚠𝚒𝚝

7/10

➪𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

4/10

➪𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

2/10

➪𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑

8/10

➪𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

7/10

➪𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊

5/10

➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

9/10

➪𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊

1/10

➪𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

6/10

➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢

8/10

➪𝚌𝚕𝚘ѕ𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝

7/10

➪𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝

10/10

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𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

➪𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

¹ Being left alone

² Night walks

³ Wine

⁴ The straightforward

⁵ Cooking

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

¹ Mint

² Being left alone

³ Poorly made food

⁴ Fishing

⁵ Criminals

➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; Green

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Irodori Festival

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Night

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; Tahchin, Tonkotsu Ramen, Crab Roe Kourayaki

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; Rainbow Aster

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Overcast, stormy.

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; Rain

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; Silk

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 ; N/A

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; Fall

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; N/A

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; Fantasy

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; Onibudou

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; Horror

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; Xinyan's.

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ; Rock-n'-roll

➪𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; Purple

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Irodori Festival

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Afternoon

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; Mint Salad, Goulash, Sunshine Sprat.

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; Minty Fruit Tea

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Clear

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; New book smell.

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; Hair

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 ; Yes

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; Summer

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; N/A

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; Erotica (again)

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; A Legend of Sword

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; Romance/erotica

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; N/A

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ; Hip-hop or rap.

➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎

My country, right or wrong. If right, keep it right, if wrong, set it right.

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┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄𝙓. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭

➪𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝/𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝

Gloominess is his hidden forte. At least... he'll fight when he feels up for it?

➪𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕/𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜

If he has a problem with speaking, what makes you think he doesn't have a problem with other things that require balls?

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢/𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍

He's often on the road, since he's paranoid of getting his things stolen, he keeps things orderly.

➪𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕/𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕

This question is a surefire way of short-circuiting his brain.

➪𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢/𝚜𝚊𝚍

Is constantly making that face with a neutral expression. What he feels is a mystery.

➪𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕/𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

Painful awareness is his killer. Craves for those who wronged him to get some form of comeuppance.

➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝/𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

He is unsure of others intentions... and his own.

➪𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢/𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎

He has a heart, you know...

➪𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝

Rarely has anything to say. Rarely work up the balls to say things.

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➪𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Bisexual

➪𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Same as above (no preference)

➪𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

Crushes on:

Chongyun

Yoimiya

Ayaka

Ayato

Yanfei

Focalors

➪𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜

Eternally Single.

➪𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Yumishii Misaki

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 42

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; Alive

A lively and dramatic chef, originally from Watatsumi Island, but moved to Narukami Island as an adolescent. She's probably the only non-introvert in the family. She utterly adores her son, and is highly curious of his exploits. One quarter Sumerun.

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Yumishii Kuzuryuu

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 41

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; Alive

A quiet, unassuming lad, originally from Yashiori Island, but moved to Narukami Island as a child. His introversion only multiplied in Orochi. He utterly adores his son, and is highly curious on his exploits. One quarter Sumerun.

➪𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜

N/A

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𝙓𝙄𝙄. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

➪𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍/𝚞𝚙𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐

Lived a relatively average life. Desired to explore the world at a very young age. Helped remove a bandit attack on his home village when he was 8 by killing the leader in a fit of fear, and was gifted a Vision for his efforts. Is being eyed on by the envious and the covetous for his grasps (and the fact that he, as an 8 year old, knew death), so he left Inazuma at age 21, finding work as a mercenary and bounty hunter.

➪𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

They're both alright.

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Another Bel’veth build (Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition)

(Artwork by Edward Chee and West Studios. Made for Riot Games.)

I did like my original Bel’veth build: I felt like it captured her ability to create summons and use powerful Void abilities to empower herself... I didn’t expect Bel’veth’s gameplay to be slapping people constantly. While full Bladesinger worked it suffered for a variety of reasons: you were squishy and lacked the true mobility Bel’veth has. And notably there was nothing with Void Coral as a Bladesinger. So here’s a second build that I think also captures Bel’veth in a similar light, although perhaps not the way you’re all expecting because she still won’t have Monk levels.

GOALS

I’m not going to make a fancy list of goals like I usually do since I already made a build for Bel’veth, and the goals are about the same: hit hard, dash around, summon void fish.

The difference with this build is that it’s going to be taking a more martial focus, although I’m still going to have some caster levels (I need void fish from somewhere.) I also tried my best to incorporate Bel’veth’s Void Coral mechanic into this build, and while I did take it in an interesting direction I think you’ll all enjoy it.

RACE

Still making a Simic Hybrid, still increasing Intelligence by 2 and Dexterity by 1, still getting all the same traits including Manta Glide from Animal Enhancements.

ABILITY SCORES

Not gonna write reasoning why these are just the stats you need.

15; DEXTERITY

14; INTELLIGENCE

13; CONSTITUTION

12; WISDOM

10; CHARISMA

8; STRENGTH

Wait this is literally the exact same stat array as last time.

BACKGROUND

Still using the Faceless background with the same proficiencies in Deception and Intimidation and the same background trait of Dual Personalities.

(Artwork by @denilveart on Twitter.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - ROGUE 1

Starting off as a Rogue for good ol’ skill proficiencies, and also because it would be kinda redundant to make this build start off the exact same way as the last one. Regardless you can grab proficiency in Acrobatics, Perception, Persuasion, and Stealth (because you’re a Rogue, I guess.) You can also grab Expertise in either Deception or Persuasion depending on how you want to run Bel’veth, and Stealth. (Again: because you’re a Rogue, I guess.)

Other than that you learn Thieves’ Cant because the void knows all, including weird code languages. But most importantly if a foe is distracted by your subjects or your voidspawn you can get a Sneak Attack in, dealing an extra d6 of damage.

LEVEL 2 - ROGUE 2

Second level Rogues get access to Cunning Action to Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a Bonus Action. Use your mobility to weave around danger and also hide to get the jump on prey! It’s worth mentioning that since you have a Cunning Action you can probably grab a rapier for this build instead of opting to do two-weapon fighting.

LEVEL 3 - ROGUE 3

Finally time to get your Roguish Archetype, and we’ll be going for Phantom to start. For now that doesn’t give us too much: you can use Whispers of the Dead to give yourself a new skill (or tool) proficiency at the end of a Short or Long Rest, giving you plenty of flexibility with any task you may need to do out of combat.

But the main feature to talk about is Wails from the Grave. When you strike with your Sneak Attack, you can deal half of it in Necrotic damage to another target within 30 feet of the target you struck. While this doesn’t apply to the target you hit (obviously) it’s a very good way to spread extra true damage around (unless the foe is a zombie or something.)

For now you can only use this feature a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, but that’s okay because your Sneak Attack only does 2d6 currently. It’s still a nice way to spread damage amongst your foes however.

LEVEL 4 - ROGUE 4

Honestly going 4 levels deep into Rogue wasn’t that necessary to start. Hell, we could’ve probably jumped off at 2 levels. But I figured we may as well grab the first Ability Score Improvement for more Dexterity. But you’re more than free to change up the leveling as you see fit.

(Artwork by @Skiz0h on Twitter.)

LEVEL 5 - WIZARD 1

First of all: you can now get your Carapace from Animal Enhancements for a nice solid +1 to your AC.

But yes we are going to borrow a bit from the other Bel’veth build: I’d suggest the same cantrips of Booming Blade, Mind Sliver, and Message, and the same spells of Mage Armor, Shield, Disguise Self, Sleep, and Detect Magic. I will however make specific mention of Find Familiar as having your void remora distract a foe and give you the Help action will make it very easy for you to trigger Sneak Attack.

Oh and again: you can use Arcane Recovery to get some spell slots back, which will obviously be helpful.

LEVEL 6 - WIZARD 2

Yes we are going with Bladesinging again, although this time you should probably grab Scimitar proficiency from Training in War and Song as it’s the only DEX-based weapon Rogues don’t have proficiency with (other than Whips I suppose.)

We’re going with Bladesinger again simply because Bladesong is too good for defense. Adding your Intelligence to AC (and Concentration checks) makes you incredibly sturdy, and the increased movement speed is helpful too. The advantage on Acrobatics checks in particular will be a lot better now that you have proficiency in Acrobatics!

And finally you can grab both Identify and Earth Tremor, for identifying magical artifacts and knocking foes down with your tail.

LEVEL 7 - WIZARD 3

Second level spells time, and here’s where things will vary up a bit: take Misty Step (because obviously we need Flash) but the main spell we’ll be using in this build is Flock of Familiars. You can summon 3 void remora (not stacking with the Find Familiar spell, unfortunately) to act like regular familiars. This notably means that all three of them can distribute the Help action to you or your allies to swing fights in your favor thanks to your children. Flock of Familiars is sadly a concentration spell though, but if you use your Cunning Action to Disengage and Hide you shouldn’t be hit hard enough to lose concentration, especially while in Bladesong.

LEVEL 8 - WIZARD 4

Hey look another Ability Score Improvement. Since we aren’t really using Intelligence for anything (INT won’t make your void remora any better) more Dexterity will give you better AC as well as a better chance to hit!

You can also learn two more spells: Mirror Image is still a good pickup (especially now that your Dexterity is higher) but I’d actually recommend Kinetic Jaunt as your second spell, for more mobility and the ability to disengage basically 24/7 in case you really need to use your Bonus Action to hide instead. You can also learn another cantrip and Mage Hand is still probably your most useful option, even if you could probably have your Void Remora grab things for you.

LEVEL 9 - WIZARD 5

5th level Wizards get 3rd level spell slots to cast spells like Fly (to, well... fly, because that’s a thing you do), but I’m actually going to jump back to 2nd level for Vortex Warp. Your Intelligence isn’t good enough for any saving throw spells (yet) and you should really be concentrating on Flock of Familiars anyways, so grabbing Vortex Warp as a utility to save your subjects is more useful overall.

LEVEL 10 - WIZARD 6

The main reason for the Wizard dip was (ironically enough) Extra Attack. No matter how you spin it one more chance to Sneak Attack is incredibly valuable, especially since you can mix a cantrip in with your attacks for even more potential damage.

You also learn two more spells though and I assume Hypnotic Pattern and Tidal Wave will be good as your levels increase and your saving throw DC increases. But remember that the Void hungers for knowledge, and you can hunger for spell scrolls through the entire campaign to increase your knowledge.

(Artwork by @NeutrallawA on Twitter.)

LEVEL 11 - ROGUE 5

Now that we got extra attack (and then some): it’s Roguing time! Along with a 3d6 Sneak Attack (which does also make Wails from the Grave stronger because that ability rounds up) you also get Uncanny Dodge, allowing you to use your reaction to halve an incoming attack’s damage. I mean, Shield is almost always a better option but at least if you’re stuck by one very powerful blow you can use this to reduce the damage. Although it has to be from a weapon, so results may vary.

LEVEL 12 - ROGUE 6

6th level Rogues get Expertise in two more skills! Take Expertise in whichever skill you didn’t grab at level 1 (so either Deception or Persuasion) along with Perception, because your other skills honestly aren’t that useful.

LEVEL 13 - ROGUE 7

7th level Rogues see their Sneak Attack increase to 4d6, adding quite a bit of sting to the attacks of a void stingray. More importantly however you get Evasion, allowing you to halve the damage of DEX saves you fail and take no damage if you succeed! Dash around skillshots to keep yourself alive in a fight!

LEVEL 14 - ROGUE 8

More Intelligence would probably be useful as a Wizard? Yeah I agree. Anyways take Resilient Constitution because concentrating on Flock of Familiars is far more important, and also because more health is nice.

(Artwork by KasumiTan on DeviantArt. I’m actually kinda surprised I found Bel’veth artwork on DA.)

LEVEL 15 - ROGUE 9

Total level 15 isn’t too late to get Void Coral, right? When a creature dies within 30 feet you can use your reaction to grab a Tokens of the Departed. While you have a soul trinket you have advantage on death saving throws and Constitution saving throws (which notably extends to Concentration checks!), and when you deal Sneak Attack damage on your turn, you can destroy one of your soul trinkets to immediately use Wails from the Grave without expending a use of that feature, which is nice because your Sneak Attack now does 5d6 (and your Wails from the Grave does 3d6 because of rounding upwards.)

Additionally as an action you can destroy one of your soul trinkets to ask the spirit associated with the trinket one question. They have no obligation to be truthful, and it grants you knowledge as concisely as possible. You can have a maximum number of soul trinkets equal to your proficiency bonus, and you can’t create one while at your maximum. But don’t worry: all those around you are just food for the void, giving you more Wails from the Grave as your foes fall.

LEVEL 16 - ROGUE 10

Wizards of the Coast sorta just... randomly decided that Rogues get one extra Ability Score Improvement? But that’s good for us because you can finally increase your Intelligence for more Wizard spells prepared and maybe actually a midway decent spell save DC.

LEVEL 17 - ROGUE 11

11th level Rogues have a Reliable Talent to roll a 10 baseline for any ability check they’re proficient in. This has natural synergy with Whispers of the Dead but as per standard whenever we get this ability in a Rogue build I like to list out all your ability checks and the minimum roll you could get at this level:

27 Stealth

23 Perception

22 Persuasion / Deception

21 Acrobatics

16 Intimidation / Performance

And to top it off your Sneak Attack now does 6d6 damage!

LEVEL 18 - ROGUE 12

12th level Rogues get another Ability Score Improvement and feel free to take feats if you wish but I’m going to keep it simple with another +2 to Intelligence, capping off that score so you can have most of your spells prepared and foes might actual fail saves against your spells.

LEVEL 19 - ROGUE 13

13th level Phantom Rogues can assume their true forms as a bonus action, entering a Ghost Walk. While in your true form you have a flying speed of 10 feet and can hover, and attack rolls have disadvantage against you. You can also move through creatures and objects as if they were difficult terrain, but take 1d10 force damage if you end your turn inside a creature or object. You can stay in your true form for 10 minutes unless you end it early as a bonus action, and you’ll have to consume some Void Coral (IE your Soul Trinkets) to enter this form again. (But at least you get one free use per Long Rest.)

And to top it off your Sneak Attack now deals 7d6, meaning that Wails from the Grave will deal 4d6 damage!

LEVEL 20 - ROGUE 14

Our final level is the 14th level Rogue for a 10 foot Blindsense. Yeah not the most impressive capstone all things considered, but it makes sense for Bel’veth to see foes that are hidden or invisible.

FINAL BUILD

Not putting Bel’veth quotes in this section either, partially because the Wiki doesn’t have them all written down but mostly because I’m lazy.

PROS

Well for one Rogues have a lot more health than Wizards, and Cunning Action will help you keep out of the line of fire by Disengaging and Hiding during combat.

Of course being a Rogue makes you a good skill monkey as well, with all the skills you have proficiency in being boosted by Reliable Talent, and Expertise carrying you a long way.

And finally your Void Remora (Flock of Familiars) allows you to fill a strong utility role both in and out of combat, granting allies Help and scouting out with your pets.

CONS

For a start you’re not a 20th level spellcaster, which means you don’t have access to Wish. In fact you don’t have a lot of spells in general, and unlike a class like Warlock you can’t always have them on demand.

Additionally Phantom Rogue is the definition of a “hard carry” subclass that doesn’t come online until about level 9, which is kinda a problem when you multiclass. If you aren’t going past level 10 taking any other Rogue subclass would probably would be better.

And uhhhhhh... We didn’t take proficiency in any Intelligence skills, I guess? Honestly the only problems with this build are just “you’re not a level 20 caster” and “you take awhile to get this build online.”

But here’s a different direction to take Bel’veth with less minions and magic and more slapping. Unfortunately I can’t get that many attacks (5e kinda doesn’t handle multiple attacks well outside of Fighter or Monk both of which require too much level investment) but I still think the fantasy provided is good. A lot of the fun of Bel’veth is roleplay, but do make sure that everyone is having fun with the void empress in the party.

(Artwork by @BlackFoxAID on Twitter.)

#dnd #dnd build #dnd guide #League of Legends #League of Legends Bel'veth #Bel'veth #void #empress #empress of the void #lavender sea #manta ray #dnd wizard #dnd bladesinger #dnd rogue #thicc #thighs #still #save #lives

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44fifi44 · 10 days

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We dashed out of the cabin and onto the pearly white sandy beach...

We dashed out of the cabin and onto the pearly white sandy beach already warmed by the morning sun, warmer than our beds. We laughed and shrieked, like a bunch of monkeys, flailing our limbs, before collapsing onto the sand with an almost neat unanimity of clamour. The warm water was crystal clear, back and forth, as if smiling. We chattered and bickered, and Jem, out of no where, burst out laughing, and then Sam laughed, and then Sally and Chee Ru laughed, and then Chai and Sohoo and Kay laughed, and then Baque and Suzan and Qiu and you and I laughed, and then all of us laughed, and the sound of laughter filled the empty beach in the early morning.

"Hahahahahaha" "Hahahahahaha!"

The more we laughed, the more we we couldn't stop laughing, hammering the sand with our helpless arms over and over, our legs twisting uncontrollably. The gusts of our laughter echoed like full-filled bubbles rising up into the sky, like a wooden boat creaking back and forth in the surf. Our delightful bodies quivered gently in our jelly-like laughter that wrapped us. It even infected the occasional passerbys, bringing a confused smile to their faces. Our hearts were tightly connected, as inseparable as the sunlight scattered across our faces, as inseparable as the space that carried our bodies, as insaperable as the air that spreads our laughter. Amnesia can't keep us apart, physical distance can't keep us apart, tears can't keep us apart, and when we are reunited again we always recognise each other, and then we always manage to never stop laughing forever again, like our souls, entangled forever.

#poetry #love #joy #infp #spirituality #prose

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ironlegionrecipes · 2 months

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Egg Scramble

EGG SCRAMBLE FOR 2

INGREDIENTS

4-6 eggs

sausages

shredded cheese

salsa

seasoning salt

salt

pepper

Italian seasoning

parsley

garlic salt

onion salt

hint of nutmeg

milk (optional)

avocado oil

Verde salsa

PREPARATIONS

Crack the eggs into a large bowl. (I use a batter bowl for easy pouring. cook the sausages (I get them pre-cooked and just heat them in the microwave), dice them once finished, and add in the cheese, salsa, and dry spices. Beat until the ingredients are mixed.

COOKING

Heat the pan. sprinkle the avocado oil over it in cris crossing patterns. sprinkle in some garlic salt, minced onion (optional), and a dash of salsa. Simmer until you can smell the aroma of the salsa. Add in your egg mixture and cook until the eggs are no longer runny. Stir often to prevent sticking and getting a solid egg (Unless you'd like to make it into an omelet then you can flip it whole.)

SERVING

I usually add more chees over the top and melt it. Then sprinkle on some parsley for garnish, and add some verde salsa or red salsa. Mix and enjoy.

#cooking tips #recipes #egg scramble

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thecluelessdoctor · 4 months

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YIT concepts

Leg

Bug character concept

He's angy

Also, for the OGs

Dash Chee, you know him, you love him!

@paper-starz pst look it's the boyo

And it's the gal! Hanabee B. Wasp

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paper-starz · 10 months

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We need more Leo rep he needs to be known.

He's a fun old lion that's also a rockstar please djdbhdbd * DIES*

OF COURSEEEEE

Here’s a slight redesign of him

He loves his lil buddy dearly 💕💕💕

Wonder how Pip’s breathing under all that fur… I’m sure they’ll be fine.

Haha look at Leo trying to use the “kid’s” slang

BUT THATS DEFINETLY ALL

NOTHING ELSE

ZILCH! ZERO

Nah man I lie

He’s cosplaying Glamrock Freddy LMAO

I FREAKING HATE DRAWING MUSCLES OMG

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DRAW MUSCLES

I GIVE UP ENTIRELY ON ANATOMY 😭😭😭

(Pip purr belongs to @hazile! Dash Chee belongs to you!! @dottyorange !!)

#welcome home #welcome home oc #leo lohow #pip purr #dash chee

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fantasticnegrito · 6 months

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Recipe for Kim Chee Squats I received this recipe from a Korean friend of mine. Except for all the ginger, I like it. 1 tablespoon salt, 1 dash sesame oil, 2 tablespoons chopped green onion, 1 clove garlic crushed, 2 teaspoons white sugar, 2 pounds coarsely chopped Chinese cabbage, 1/2 cup light soy sauce, 1/2 cup white wine vinegar, 2 teaspoons minced fresh ginger root, 1 tablespoon chili powder

#tablespoon chili powder #ginger #friend #kim chee squats #recipe #sugar #vinegar

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gildedbarbarian · 1 year

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The Five Times Jason and Sarai Almost Kissed (Or, the Five Moments that Keep Sarai Up at Night)

For @druidcore: thank you for building these beautiful idiots with me. I love them so much and I’m so grateful that we decided to jump back into 1x1 together. I don’t know what you envisioned for something like this, but I hope it holds up to your expectations. These two break my heart all the time.

1. 7 Minutes in Heaven (10 years old)

Sarai is more relieved than she wants to admit when the bottle lands on Jason. It’s not that she doesn’t want to kiss anyone--really it’s not--and it’s not that she wants to kiss him, either--no matter what Kasem says. Like most girls her age, Sarai wants her first kiss to be... romantic. Sweet. Meaningful. Like something out of the movies. And the thing about 7 minutes in heaven is that no one has to know what happens once the door’s closed: they’ll make up their own minds either way. So when she and Jason get pushed into Rebekah Acker’s closet, she doesn’t stress. Why would she?

“Jay?” Still, her voice comes out a whisper, hand fumbling for his in the dark. Not the first time. Not the last time. Not even the most exciting. Familiar in every possible way.

He sounds far when he answers her, like he’s pushed himself behind the coats and up against the wall. Too far for her liking, really, and she scooches forward a few steps in response. “Yeah?”

“This game is dumb.” But she says it with little heat, focused instead on shuffling forward without falling over. “I mean if you wanna kiss somebody, you should just do it, right? What’s so important about a kiss anyway?” He’s oddly quiet, but she doesn’t think anything of it as her fingertips brush his arm. “There you are.”

And there he is, back pressed to the wall, legs splayed awkwardly around a Barbie dreamhouse. Almost crouching but not quite. “Been here the whole time.”

“Well sure,” she’s conversational now as she tugs on his arm. “But you’re too far away for me to keep whispering and that doesn’t look comfortable. C’mere.” Eyes adjusting to the dark, she finally starts to make out the lines of him, long and gangly. “I mean since we’re not gonna kiss, we might as well talk, right?”

He’s quiet again for a moment, unresponsive to the way her hand pulls at his arm. “Sure, yeah, what do you want to talk about?”

There’s always something to talk about, Sarai knows that for a fact, but she’s coming up short here. “I don’t know. Anything.”

“Who do you want to be in here with?”

She can’t put her finger on it, but something in his voice gives her goosebumps. Sarai tugs on his arm again. “You, stupid.” It’s a soft blow, no edges to be seen, all affection and warmth. “No way I’d get this close to other boys.”

Even in the dark, she can see his smile, and it does nothing to take the goosebumps away. Jason pushes himself away from the wall, standing upright and in her space. Her hand is still on his arm. He’s only an inch taller than her, but she has to lift her chin to look at him now. Still, he’s smiling. “I’m not stupid.”

“I dunno,” she says with a shrug, lips twisting in a grin of her own. “If you think I’d wanna be in here with anyone else, you gotta be a little stupid.”

“I’m not stupid.” He says again.

She squints up at him, the joke of it written in every line of her face. “You sure?”

Jason leans in close enough that the back of her hand presses against her stomach, and they’ve been close before, but never like this. Not even at the sleepovers where they zip their sleeping bags together to make a super sleeping bag.

Her heartbeat is loud in her ears. Too loud. She can’t hear what he says next, can’t see his lips well enough to read them in the dark.

The door opens, sudden, a burst of light and there’s a mad dash to scramble apart. The feel of his arm against her palm is seared into her memory. In the doorway, twelve fifth graders stand behind the towering form of Mrs. Acker. “Sarai, Jason--”

She doesn’t get to finish the sentence before they’re out of the room, cheeks flushed and unable to look at each other.

2. New Years Eve (16 years old)

In the half hour before the ball drops, singles at the party start to scramble. There’s a mad dash of sorts to find someone to kiss--even if it’s just on the cheek, for the joke, for the fun of it, just to say they participated. The Van Assens, for their part, are calm. Lamai has her husband, of course, and Kasem brought a girl named Dominique as his date. Their mother brought her fiancé along to the party and Liam hasn’t participated in the New Years Eve kiss since Sarai’s mother died. The youngest Van Assen, though, is both dateless and without someone to kiss. The problem isn’t that there haven’t been offers--there have been a shockingly high number, actually, especially compared to the year previous, but she chooses not to think about that--it’s simply that she doesn’t want to. Which, strictly speaking, also isn’t an issue.

The problem of the night is this: five minutes before the ball drops, the group of people she’s been chatting with disperses to find their dates and partners. About that same time, Jason slips up beside her. He went through a growth spurt this year and it shows in his clothes: the sleeves of his shirt are just a hair too short, his socks just a bit too exposed where his pants end. Still, he looks good. Charming, even, if she were to put an adjective to it.

“So who’s it gonna be?” She asks, albeit softly, leaning back on one leg as she surveys the ever-scrambling teens and young adults in the room. The pickings are slim by this time of night, most everyone partnered up by now, but there’s a few still rushing about. “Mandy? Ella? Or are we feeling more of a, like, Brent vibe?”

Her red-lacquered lips twist up at the edges in a teasing smile as she looks up at him over her shoulder. And up, he certainly is now, even with the four inch heels she’s boosting. Sarai catches the tail-end of his eye roll.

“I told you already, ‘m not kissing anyone for New Years.”

“Which I just don’t get.” Leaning into his space, she bumps his arm with her shoulder and looks around. “It’s not like you don’t have options.”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

He has her there, and it shuts her up for a moment. Three minutes and thirty seconds.

Kasem’s got his arm around Dominique’s waist, leaned in close and whispering something against her curtain of hair. Lamai is fixing her earring, husband but a few feet away trying to detach himself from a conversation with some old family friends. She watches them both for a moment, half-curious what they’re thinking. What they did at these parties at sixteen.

For the life of her, she can’t remember.

“Earth to S?”

Blinking, she looks up at Jason again only to find him grinning down at her, dimples in full view. He can have any girl he wants if he smiles at them like that, and somehow he’s still at her side instead. “Sorry, what?”

Jason doesn’t frown, but his eyes pull tight at the corners like he’s worried for a fraction of a second before they relax again. “You good?”

Two minutes.

“Yeah, just... tired.” And not sure why she’s lying.

Luckily for her, he laughs. “Good thing the whole thing’s almost done, huh? You can turn into a pumpkin soon, Cinderella.”

“Oh shut up.” She pushes at his shoulder gently and he sways with more force than he should, dramatic, laughing even more.

A minute and a half.

Lamai’s dragging Adrian away from his conversation. Sarai’s dad is emerging from the kitchen with an unopened bottle of champagne in his hand. Ella and Brent seem to have paired up, and everyone’s waiting. Jay nudges her with his elbow. “Change your mind about kissing someone?”

“No.” But still she has butterflies. Dark eyes flick up to look at him. “You?”

“Nope.”

Thirty seconds. The younger party goers have started counting while the older ones save it for the last ten. Beside her, Jay stretches but doesn’t seem any more relaxed when he stops.

Ten. He’s right beside her.

Nine. Her fingers twitch in his direction.

Eight. He fiddles with the watch at his wrist.

Seven. Weight shifts off of her back foot, quarter turning to get a better look at him.

Six. His brows raise, questioning.

Five. Her hand reaches up to fiddle with the collar of his shirt.

Four. For a moment, it seems he forgets how to breathe.

Three. Maybe she does too.

Two. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt, right?

One. They lean in.

Happy New Year!

The bottle of champagne opens with an echoing crack, louder than they expect, and for the second time in their lives they startle apart as the cork soars through the air and the tile floor is sloshed with bubbly.

3. The Airport (20 years old)

Twenty four days. They’ve been in different countries for twenty four days. (Which, for the record, is the longest they’ve been apart since they were eleven.) But finally, finally Sarai is back on American soil--this time, with a plan. Okay, maybe not so much a plan as a conviction, but those things don’t have to be mutually exclusive, right?

Getting through customs takes a thousand years, it feels like, when all she wants is to be out of here. Or at least almost out of here. At the front of the airport where she knows he’s waiting, courtesy of the selfie he sent from the entrance.

As impatient as she is to get there, though, there’s another thing. A thing that has been true--or at least in her periphery--for a little over a year now. A thing that burns at the base of her throat like she’s swallowed a hot coal. A thing so loud, so big, so colorful that she can’t keep it to herself anymore, not even for the sake of saving the friendship.

Sarai Van Assen is in love with her best friend.

She’s about ready to choke on it, keeps swallowing hard and forcing it back down into its place just behind her collarbone. If she’s not careful, it’ll burn its way out of her, but that’s okay. It’s all okay, because today they get to see each other in person again. Today, she can tell him. Not just today, as a matter of fact, but in a few minutes. An hour or two, maybe, but soon. Soon.

She all but vaults her way through the rest of the lines, almost at a run by the time she makes it to the front of the airport. All around her, there are people saying goodbye and reuniting, various degrees of affection filling the room to the brim with feeling. With love. With pain. Airports must be so big, she thinks for a moment in what is surely one of the most cliche thoughts of her life, so that there’s space for all of the emotions their passengers hold.

And when she finally spots him, it’s both everything and nothing like the movies told her it would be. There’s no chorus of angels in the background, no heartfelt indie ballad for a soundtrack. But there is, undeniably, a skip in her heartbeat. A tightening in her chest. Sarai feels like she might explode just for setting eyes on him.

Despite it all, she doesn’t run. Calmly navigates her way through the crowd towards him, pulse hammering against the thin skin of her wrists like it’s trying to break free and scream her feelings from the rooftops. And then when they’re only a few feet apart, they both rush.

The collision is sharp, her chin into his chest, his arms a steel bar around her back, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt but it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine. Because they’re finally back together. Because despite everything they made it here. And because now they know that they can do it without each other, but they don’t ever want to.

Or at least she doesn’t.

“Holy shit, Jay--” She giggles into his chest, breathes in the smell of him. He’s all that matters. This is all that matters. Surely, he can hear the kickdrum of her heartbeat where his ear is pressed to the top of her head. It’s shaking her bones.

“Can you please never be gone that long again?”

“Pinky promise.”

“Oh, thank god.” They both shake with laughter, and it’s like nothing else has ever felt this good. This right. This real. Like everything that matters is right here in this moment.

Someone clears their throat near them and the air shifts. Jason lets go, maybe a little too fast, like suddenly Sarai’s become white-hot and he can’t stand to hold her another second.

“Right,” his words come out fast now but it’s like Sarai’s ears have been stuffed with cotton as she turns to look at him. And her. “S, this is my girlfriend--”

The ember behind her collarbone cools just a little.

4. Robin’s Birthday (24 years old)

Sunset stretches its way across the sky, painting with broad strokes of orange and gold. They’ve tackled the yard already, with the help of a couple of other adults who were finally ushered out the door just a few minutes ago. Garbage bags full of streamers and popped balloons, paper plates and red solo cups, and of course wrapping paper, sit by the back door.

“The kitchen is all that’s left, really,” he says quietly, “and I can tackle a handful of dishes on my own. I swear.”

Sarai’s two steps ahead him, leaning over the island to grab at a party cup half-full of plastic utensils. “Too bad. ‘M already here.” Jason pauses for a moment, looking at her with an expression that tells her that he’s debating whether or not to fight her on it. The look she sends back is level, insistent, with no wiggle room to be seen. “Just let me help, Farin. Something something, many hands, something something, less work.”

“Many hands make light work.”

“That.”

He snorts but acquiesces all the same, moving towards the kitchen sink. And for a while, they work in comfortable quiet. This is a game they’ve played many, many times, where one gathers and one washes and when the gathering is done, surfaces get cleared off. The roles change, but the pattern is familiar.

“How’s Michael doing, by the way?”

“Good. Really good. You wouldn’t believe how big his kids have gotten.”

“How old are they now?”

“Seven and five.”

Sarai all but chokes on that, actually cough a bit as she takes in the information. “Jesus Christ.”

“Feel old?” Jason laughs, glancing at her over his shoulder.

“I mean don’t you?” She clears her throat, busies herself again with gathering up the extra bags of party favors. I could do this forever.

He shrugs in response, looking back down at the plate in his hands. Away from her. “Not as much? I don’t know, maybe it’s different because I have Robin, y’know, and you’re--” He tenses, shoulders pulled tight.

Sarai ignores the sting of it. “Yeah, maybe.”

“I didn’t mean it like that--”

I know you didn’t. “It’s okay if you did.”

“We’re only twenty four, you know, you’ve got plenty of time. There’s no rush.”

“Now you sound like your mom.” And they both laugh at that, tension slipping away until it’s only a memory. It’s hard to believe that just a few years ago, they sat on the counters in this same kitchen and shared a pint of ice cream straight out of the carton. Harder still, in some ways, to realize that she can’t remember the last time they did that.

Sarai swallows past the lump in throat and turns, bags in hand, to put them down near the doorway. She hears Jason curse, loud and unapologetic, right before the shattering of glass.

The bags drop from her hands and she’s immeasurably grateful that toddlers don’t do breakable things as she whirls around on her heel. He looks fine, but the platter on the ground is not, and more than she’s grateful that toddlers don’t do breakable, Sarai is glad that Robin’s grandparents took him out for a walk.

“You okay?”

“Depends. Are we talking about my body or my ego?”

“Don’t be stupid.” Sarai supplies it loftily, moving towards the laundry room to grab the broom. “People drop things, it happens. No big deal.”

From around the corner, she hears, “She really liked that platter.”

“We’ll buy her a new one.” Broom and dustpan in hand, she rounds the corner. “Just be glad Rob’s not here, y’know? Glass is way harder to deal with when toddlers hear things go boom.”

Jay makes a grabbing hand for the broom and she passes it to him, grateful now that she wore jeans as she gets on her knees to pick up the bigger pieces. They work at the task in quiet again, searching the room for any sign of runaway shards.

It’s not her fault that he’s right in front of her when she stands up. It’s also not her fault when she stumbles a bit on the back step, grabbing onto his arm to keep her upright. It is, however, absolutely one hundred percent his fault when his hands come out to grab her waist. And when he pulls her in.

The dustpan of glass is forgotten near their feet, abandoned in the face of what may be the closest they’ve been in a while. She can feel his breath against her forehead. It wouldn’t take much to close the distance, maybe a little push up from her tip toes and a couple of inches in.

She could kiss him right now.

She’s pretty sure he would let her.

“How’s the cleaning going, Ja--”

The silence is deafening. They scramble apart again, both unable to make eye contact.

“I dropped your platter. Sorry. We were sweeping it up and uh--”

“I’ll get you a new one.”

Mrs. Farin only smiles in response.

5. Gen’s Wedding (27 years old)

They’ve done this a thousand times. His hands at her waist, hers twined together behind his neck, pressed too close to be friendly but not close enough to be a Sign. They’ve been dancing together their whole lives, in that way best friends do and in something much, much more than that. They danced in the rain while their phones waited under the awning cover in her purse. At prom when her date got nominated for homecoming king and his got sick. At his parents’ renewal of their vows. At too-fancy galas and barefoot at 3 am in his kitchen and at six years old when they played royals in her dad’s back yard. They’ve done this a thousand times, and she’d do it a thousand more, live the rest of her life strung out from dance to dance, moment to moment, for the chance to just be this close.

So she doesn’t look at him. Not for a while, anyway. Not when they’re surrounded by friends and strangers alike and she’s had enough Chardonnay to know she might not be able to keep her mouth shut. Barefoot in a bridesmaid’s dress, she feels outclassed by his jacket and dress shoes.

Go figure.

“You alright in there?” It’s a testament to being lost in thought that she doesn’t feel his hand leave her waist until it’s tapping at her temple. Sarai looks up at him, blinking slowly, and her heart lurches in her chest.

It’s really and truly some cheesy romantic movie shit, some Sixteen Candles, some Pretty in Pink, some La La Land or Notebook type shit that he looks this good right now. That the spotlights attached to the top of the tent are just behind his head and casting a halo effect. That when he smiles like that, all she wants is to tell him the secret she’s been keeping since they were nineteen.

Unfair, to say the least.

“Yeah,” she says softly, averting her gaze over his shoulder and immediately regretting it as she catches her brother’s eyes. His brows raise, smile twisting wryly. Okay, so Jason it is. “Why?”

“You’re just quiet tonight.”

“Oh.” And she’s not sure what to make of that, not when the Christina Perri or Adele or whoever-the-fuck ballad swells with the fresh breath a full orchestra backing. Jesus Christ. “Yeah, no, I’m good. Just... I don’t know, thinking.”

His fingers brush a stray hair behind her ear, tracing the curve of it, before his hand falls back to her waist. “You wanna share with the class?”

“It’s nothing serious, y’know. Just... weird that life’s moving forward like this, I guess? I mean Gen and I talked about her wedding when we were in single digits. And now... she’s living it.”

Jay nods like he understands, takes a moment before he asks, “Is it everything you guys talked about?”

“Minus a dozen doves? Yeah, pretty much.”

“Lucky Gen.”

Sarai laughs softly, chewing on her bottom lip as they continue to sway and circle. “You ever feel like the world is moving around you and you’re just... stuck in place?”

“All the damn time.” He doesn’t even pause.

“Yeah?”

He’s looking at her again in that way that makes her chest tight, that burns through her collarbone to the little ember that’s been waiting there for years. It’s like he’s right in front of her and just out of reach at the exact same time. The pad of her thumb strokes down the back of his neck, like she’s just trying to remind herself that he’s there. He shivers and she tells herself it’s from the chill that comes as the sun sets. “Sarai...”

“Jason?”

Their bubble, little and personal and perfect as it may have been, bursts upon impact as the sweet and loving melody is traded for the steady-beat start of the Cupid Shuffle.

I love you.

Not for the last time, they pull apart and wish they didn’t have to.

#dani tag #otp: jason x sarai #opp: jason farin #c: sarai van assen #we really should get a real tag for them #mine*

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