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theladysherlock · 28 days

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talk shop tuesday! incredible coincidence - i wanted to ask you more about your dnd OCs, and you posted a new art piece with one of them! continuing the theme: could you tell more about your dnd OCs and how they came to be?

Ohhhh you have opened Pandora's Box my friend!! I could talk about this topic all day.

Basically there's two parts to this: my approach to DnD in general, and in-depth explanations of the characters. I'm going to put this under a Read More to save everyone's Dash.

Part One: Dungeons and Dragons

So the thing I love most about DnD (and other TTRPGs) is that it's a collaborative game. I'm not responsible for the entirety of the story, I bring my character to the table and everyone else brings their characters and between us, the DM, and the dice, we figure out where the story is going. I enjoy it so much more than trying to come up with everything on my own. And I love that people can surprise me!! @mothmansbigfatass and @ahawkmet (my irl friends and in most of the campaigns I play) can attest, apparently I'm a lot of fun to watch during revelations because I always have a big reaction.

So when making a dnd character, it's important for me to know 1. What the world we'll be playing in is like, and 2. What everyone else is doing. Again, it's a collaborative game, so I want to make sure that I'm playing nice with the DM's world. AND often the setting itself will give me an idea (see Ethan: the game is set at a community college. What's a college stereotype that would be fun to play?). Ideally, the character I make would have a really hard time being plopped into a different campaign and have it still make sense. Secondly, it's more fun for me to play a class that will fill out the party. For example, if we already have a cleric, I don't also need to play a religious character. Those story beats are covered by someone else, I don't want to be competing with another person for cool moments.

Once those two things are settled, character creation is determined by what seems fun to play and what would be interesting aesthetically. I like to keep the backstory light to see what happens as we start playing, and then I can fill it in bit by bit later. Sometimes that bites me in the ass, though (see Ethan: I didn't give him birth parents and then they were incredibly important to the plot). I tend to have a general idea about who they are and what they're like, and then I always get surprised by what they actually end up acting like once we start playing. It's fun for me to figure them out along the way!

The last thing I wanna say about DnD (for now) is that I love everyone else's characters just as much. I just draw mine more because, well, they're mine. I feel weird putting their guys in situations and guessing how they'd react because they aren't my little guys. I much prefer working collaboratively with the other players (like an RP thread) to just writing a story on my own.

Part Two: Ethan

Where to even start with my boy. A bunch of my work friends got together to start a DnD game, and I hadn't played with most of them before so I wasn't sure what to expect. I also did not think the game would last very long, since most campaigns tend to fizzle out after a few sessions. So I made kind of a joke character with extremely little backstory: He's a half-orc, since I hadn't played that race before, he's a bard who is the captain of the local community college's Improv Team, he's "the kind of guy to play wonderwall at a party but you're not mad about it", and I said he's adopted by two men, neither of whom were his biological parents, and he wasn't particularly interested in tracking down his bio parents. This last point is for two reasons: one, I was trying to avoid just duplicating a Dimension 20's Gorgug, a half-orc who was adopted by gnomes and spent the whole first season trying to find his dad; and two, I was pushing an "Adopted parents are not less than biological parents" agenda.

My DM took this personally (affectionate). First session, I was given a clue about his birth parents' identities. From then on, Ethan was dragged kicking and screaming into being the unofficial main character of the campaign. His mom was one of our favorite NPCs, a kickass pirate with a truly tragic backstory who would always jump to help us out of a scrape. His biological dad was the human embodiment of Pride who had took on the form of Fantasy Harrison Ford and was an extremely famous actor in-world. Our BBEG was his uncle, the embodiment of Greed. Every plot point became very personal and it was a lot of fun. I also loved putting him through the wringer, so between me and the DM the poor guy couldn't catch a break.

Part of the dice telling the story, I rolled so bad all the time when I played Ethan. It didn't matter which dice I used, I just rolled really bad, which was not something that normally happened with me. So that was fun to incorporate into his character as we played-- he was insecure about his own abilities compared to the extremely powerful characters he was surrounded by (we had a 20 ft Earth Titan who was an extremely powerful Druid, Emeshka you will always be famous). So he became a more three-dimensional and actualized character the more we played.

He's extremely easy to put in situations and his character design is pretty solid, so I end up drawing him the most. My perfect little guy.

(Anything about him I've tagged either "Ethan" or "Big Yarr Energy" if you want to find more)

Part Three: Mina

After the campaign with Ethan wrapped up, we started a new one in a Cthulhu-inspired setting. My goal with making Mina was to do as close to a 180 as I could from Ethan. While Ethan was a friendly and charming but bad at most things, Mina is a competent and intelligent Druid who's blunt and overworked and doesn't quite know how to meaningfully engage with her party members (but she tries, bless her). Druid was one of the classes I hadn't played yet and I've been making my way through the list of available classes. The One-With-Nature stuff isn't super interesting to me as a player, but I found a homebrew subclass that was based more in Big Cities and as an Architecture Nerd that was much more my speed. Also, I hadn't played an Aasimar before, so that seemed like fun. From all that, I pulled together her whole deal: She was from a bloodline of guardian angels who were sent to protect different villages and towns, and she's gone from her mother's small town to being the guardian of a city of several million people and it's overwhelming. She's lonely and she's jaded and she's got severe Gifted Kid Syndrome and she's got her head on a swivel to make sure her party members are okay even if they don't like her very much and I love her.

I didn't give her a lot of tragic backstory because there are a lot of us playing and I wanted to have a character who could push the plot forward with her actions, instead of having a "now let's stop and talk about my life!!" moment every session that seemed to happen with Ethan. Give everyone else some time to have cool moments, you know? And by GOD are there some cool moments. My fellow players are so good at making compelling characters. Ask @mothmansbigfatass about Nelly if you get a chance.

We're still playing this campaign, although we're nearing the end of it. There's still space for some big moments for Mina in the game, though I'm hoping our DM lets me save hers for last. She's the kind of character to make sure everyone else is okay before taking care of herself, so it feels appropriate. I'm excited to see where Mina ends up. She's definitely a character I'll go back and write/draw a lot afterwards, though. Part of being in a group this size means there's a lot of stuff that just won't get covered. I'll have a lot of material to play with for my own work once we get to the next campaign.

(Anything about Mina I've tagged either "Mina" or "Cthulhu Crimes" if you want to find more)

Part Four: Jess

Jess is a character that isn't from DnD but is a TTRPG character of mine, and I like her so I'm going to talk about her too. Jess is a cautionary tale in Knowing Your Audience.

Jess is from a different group of players than Ethan and Mina. Our DM for that game is notorious for wanting to give us Big, Shonen-Style fight scenes and an insane level of power creep. Character interactions are fine, but his true passion is making us look like Goku.

Jess was... not built to look like Goku. In this world you could identify different types of magic users by their focus, and I wanted her whole schtick to be about deception. She looked like a wizard when she was actually a monk, she looked like a dumb blonde girl when she was extremely smart and good at stealing things, she's a dancer but her primary fighting style was based on capoeira, etc. Also part of why Jess sticks with me as a favorite character is the way I had her powers work was so fun and visually interesting that I haven't been able to shake it. Basically her superpower was that she could snatch bits of other people's powers and use them herself, and you could tell which ones she had because they would fill out spectral stained glass wings with specific colors.

Jess was (and still is, frankly) too complicated for the game our DM wanted to run. Immediately any hope of her being a chronic liar was dashed as her powers did not manifest in a way that could possibly pass off as being a wizard. So instead of being sneaky, Jess became very angry. She was quick to point out injustices in the world we were in. She beat up creeps, she yelled at bigots, she stole powers from macho superheroes trying to one-up her. She had to get a lot less complicated for the story we were in, but the complicated version of her still lives in my head and I like to see what she's up to from time to time.

(I don't think I have anything tagged for Jess, unfortunately)

TL; DR:

TTRPG characters are fun because they let me do my favorite thing creatively, which is bounce ideas off of other people. I typically design them based on the setting, party needs, character tropes that I think are interesting, and just general vibes. Most importantly, though, I don't have a fleshed out character without the input of the other players.

#talk shop Tuesday #good LORD that's a lot of words #I'm incapable of shutting up it seems. ah well #I can tell more stories about them though. I should bring back the story times #I think the last one I posted was over a year ago #ANYWAY thank you for the ask!

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nevis-the-skeleton · 10 months

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What if TFP Starscream gets angry at Soundwave for ruining his ‘Let Airachnid have his Job’ Plan… What if Starscream yells this: “YOU COST ME MY FREEDOM FROM MEGATRON! Why did you do that?!… I could’ve still helped the Decepticons with finding Energon! I would’ve still been on your side!… Why did you tell Megatron the truth?” 💔

Ooh, I feel it's going to be sad :')… Thank you for your request lovely anon ^^!

~~~

Starscream was devastated… His only chance to escape Megatron had been simply destroyed, all because of his own stupidity… The Seeker hit his head several times, then yelled in rage and despair.

The jet clenched his fists, his wings tightening behind his back, as he felt the anger growing inside him, burning him from within. He wanted to return everything to his room, to externalize the mess in his Spark!

The flyer could feel those horrible feelings running through his circuitry, and the thoughts swirling in his mind kept screaming rabid questions…!

“Why is Megatron keeping me if he thinks I'm so lame?!", "Why would he want to have me as Second in Command?! He spends his time criticizing me!", "Why didn't Airachnid try to insist?!", "Why was I so stupid?!"

It was then that Starscream was hit with a question that only angered him even more: Why did Soundwave feel compelled to intervene?! Why didn't he keep his mouth shut?!

Seriously, why?! Usually he never speaks, he barely uses those cursed recordings, and there he decided to expatiate like a Senator! Why?! For once the Seeker wanted him to be quiet, that damned faceless robot felt compelled to speak!

The jet stood up from his charging table, and felt the searing anger coursing through his body to his processor. The flyer had a couple of things to say to Soundwave, and he didn't give a frag if it hurt! He had every intention of sharing his thoughts with this nosy who was incapable of minding his own business!

Soundwave heard a hard knock on his bedroom door, and had a brief moment of hesitation. He finally decided to open, and was suddenly pushed back!

He managed to quickly get back on his feet, before being pushed again, even more brutally! The Communications Commander grabbed Starscream's wrists to stop him shoving him, and the Seeker forced himself free, before pointing a claw full of aggressiveness at the spy plane.

“I didn't ask you anything! the jet suddenly cried out angrily. Couldn't you keep your big mouth shut?!"

Soundwave stood for a moment frozen, a little shocked by the daring of the flyer. Starscream pushed him again, while continuing to endlessly insult the Communications Commander, who was still having trouble understanding what made the Seeker so angry with him.

“Why did you stop Airachnid from getting my job?!"

Oh… That's why… The spy plane wanted to retaliate, but the jet never gave him time to do so, continuing to pour out all his hatred and frustration on Soundwave.

Finally, the Communication Commander decided to push the flyer in his turn, to the great surprise of the latter, who fell backwards. The spy plane leaned towards him, then replied:

“< Didn't > < want > < Airachnid > < as > < Commander > < ! >

- And I don't want to be Commander anymore!

- < Why > < ? >"

Soundwave already had a guess on the answer, but he wanted to hear Starscream's version.

"I don't want to be Commander anymore, that's all! the Seeker replied angrily, standing up.

- < Why > < ? > insisted the spy plane.

- Who cares why? It was my choice, not yours! You didn't have to interfere!"

The Communications Commander pointed at the jet, then said:

“< Important > < for > < the cause > < . >

- Ah really?! Well spread the word to Megatron, because he doesn't seem to agree with you!"

Here we are. Soundwave made a gesture of recognition, and instead of calming the flyer, it only pissed him off even more. That fragger knew it! He knew how bad Starscream felt, he knew Megatron treated him like scrap! And yet, Soundwave forced him to stay close to him, this...

"Slagger!"

The Communications Commander couldn't make any dodging maneuvers when the Seeker punched him directly in his visor! The spy plane knew the jet was impulsive, but he didn't think the flyer would go that far. He had miscalculated the probabilities.

Starscream forcefully grabbed Soundwave's shoulders, wings high in anger, and an enraged expression on his face. The Communications Commander realized that this was the first time he had seen the Seeker really angry, but not only that, there was also grief in that rage-ridden look.

"You cost me my freedom from Megatron! Why?! Why did you do that?! I could always have been useful to the Decepticons, and you know it! No longer being a Commander didn't prevent me from finding energon! No longer being a Commander didn't mean that I was abandoning the cause! I'm still on the side of the Decepticons!! Why did you tell him that…?! Why did you tell him the truth…?!"

The jet's grip became looser on Soundwave's shoulders, who was able to stand, rubbing his shoulders in pain. He could feel energon running down his arms, after the flyer stabbed him with his claws. He then faced the desperate optics of Starscream, who asked with sorrow:

"Why…?!"

The Communications Commander pointed at the jet again, and repeated:

“< Important > < for > < the cause > < . >"

The originally low Seeker's wings grew higher and higher, rising well above his shoulders. The sadness in his eyes was covered again by a curtain of rage, and he screamed:

“Stop telling me that!

- ……

- Leave me alone! Scrap!

- < Stay > < Commander > < in this case > < ! >

- Don't count on me! I fully intend to do everything possible to get rid of this accursed title! And you can't do anything to stop me!"

Starscream hurriedly left Soundwave's room, anger radiating from his being. The spy plane clenched his fists, before replying:

"We will see."

#tfp #transformers prime #starscream #transformers #maccadam #tfp starscream #soundwave #tfp soundwave #starscream vs soundwave #what if #request story #thanks lovely anon

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dangerously-human · 10 months

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Bible study bestie got married yesterday! It was an absolutely beautiful wedding. I'm also giving myself points because I danced at a damn wedding (of our best friends, no less) with my recently-ex crush and only sort of drifted off into "what if" thoughts a couple times, and shut them down quickly; well done, me. (This after not seeing him for a whole month, too! I expected it to be harder, tbh, and maybe intermittently it was, but not like I worried it might be.) Also, attended this wedding with the friend I just recently had the "so it seems like maybe there's a one-sided thing here building, maybe? And yeah, no" conversation with (and I was WRONG, it was mortifying, and let me tell you that if either of us were neurotypical my suspicions would absolutely have been correct, but we're both autistic as hell and therefore all bets are off), insomuch as I attended with anyone, and it wasn't even awkward (which like, in fairness, it shouldn't be at this point, we've hashed everything out and it's honestly so much easier having more open communication and being able to joke around with him as basically my little brother), and we had a little heartfelt, teasing/apologetic/genuine "you're one of my best friends" "ah, same" moment on the drive (sorry to our friends in the backseat, we're incapable of not making things weird in some capacity at all times). So, I'm just saying, I am becoming the reluctant queen of recovering from uncomfortable situations and being so normal about them, which is a skill. We all danced a bunch, which at an outdoor wedding in July meant all of us spent the evening dreaming of cold showers, and my favorite bit was everyone from church tearing it up together to a song our youth group/children's ministry and everyone who's ever chaperoned retreats with them always goes hard to. The couple had all the guests highlight favorite Bible verses and leave notes in the margin to encourage them in their marriage, and I think that is the sweetest idea, I'm totally doing that if I ever get married. Anyway! This is a mess of a reflections post, but that's the main reason I'm so exhausted today, but it was so so good and I'm so happy for my bestie!!

#personal #state of the heart address

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remedy-robotics-rp · 1 year

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How Hot All my ladies to Scor and Defib

COLOR CODING THIS!

Scor and Defib and both agreeing!

Tri

"Ayyo Scor. Scorps. OsteoScorosis—" Defib has gripped onto his brother's scrubs, shaking him a bit and patting up his chest with his eyes locked onto the picture of Tri.

"That was a new nickname... But I am here, you do not need to clamor over me like this—"

"Do you know her?! Look, if you do, do a bro a solid and introduce me. I gave you the boon of introducing you to her sister, now return the favor—"

"You did not introduce me to Miss Silk on purpose. You were playing another prank on me. But I unfortunately do not know her yet."

"Ah damn. Well... Maybe one day my lavender haired angel." 🖼️💋 (He is in Danger™️ and doesn't know it).

Silk

"... So you like 'em spindly, hm~?"

"Wh— Spindly has nothing to do with it, dear brother. She is... As captivating as she is undaunting. I enjoy her bubbliness and her quips are quite charming."

"Mmhmmmmm~? You're turning bluuuuuue~" He makes obnoxious kissy noises at his brother.

"...." Scor pushes his brother's face away with a massive claw, clamping his mandible guard shut, "I am aware, thank you."

Sea

"I am surprised by you, brother."

"Whaaaaat do you mean by that?"

"I had thought she would have been 'your type', yet you have subverted my expectations."

"Hey, just because I'm the romance expert," No one has ever suggested that about him, "Doesn't mean I'm out to bust out my moves on everyone. She seems fun! She's cute! Dunno, maybe if I met her I'd change my mind."

"... You are afraid of electrocuting her."

"........." 💦

Glam

After a brief period of rubbing his chin and nodding, Defib pipes up, "I mean it's obvious she's gorgeous. It's, like, her whole purpose, yeah? I'd ask out and get rejected immediately."

"Do not sell yourself short. She may take you up on that offer... And then, perhaps, reject a second date."

GASP!!! "Scor! Were you being sassy just now?" He asks in utter amazement.

"I am not incapable of sarcasm... But I do not make a habit of using it. Regardless, I do not think she and I would be compatible," Sweet, earnest and endearing Scor politely tolerates vanity but does not like that quality in a person.

#scorpion man #defibrillator man #ask meme #bionicparrot #:] got to make defibby talk a lot for this one so thanks!

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ramshacklestar · 4 months

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@mostrohost sent || "Prefect." Azul smiles sweetly, one foot wedged in the doorway to prevent it from being closed and locked. There's a distinct gleam in his eye as he cocks his head, one hand slowly pushing the door open so that he could enter. "It's a rather lovely day, don't you think? It would be such a shame if the guest of honor weren't in attendance. And so rude too, making all those who wanted to celebrate wait."

This was almost assuredly payback for something as he took her hand, gently but firmly leading her out the door.

"We take birthdays very seriously here at NRC, as I'm sure you've noticed. Comparable to our preparations for Halloween, to put it bluntly. Now, let's get going - everyone is waiting at the venue." His tone remains light and cheerful, even as he keeps nudging her along the path towards the main campus building.

Its not until they're about to enter that he hums, pausing just long enough to reach into his pocket and draw out a heavy round gift wrapped up in starry blue paper and offers it for her to take with a gentler smile than before.

"Happy birthday, Yuu. No opening it until you've been properly celebrated, of course, but I do hope you enjoy it."

Underneath the wrapping, a snow globe depicting a miniature version of Sage's Isle could be found. Tipping it one way or the other would change the seasons, and holding it upside down for a few seconds would change the view to that of the ocean below.

(i rise from the dead to bully 💜)

Birthday Bullying 2023 || Accepting

The cool voice and sudden presence of a well polished shoe in the door made Yuu jump in surprise; she wasn’t any sort of match for Azul in the strength department and therefore pulling the door closed on him would be pointless. Also even if she had been strong enough the overwhelming guilt of knowing in pulling the door shut she could also wind up breaking his foot, left her stance completely stiff as she pondered what it was she could possibly do to convince him she was ill or something of the like and therefore incapable of going out anywhere. However, that chance of making some excuse was quickly abolished as Azul pushed through the door.

“Yeah, very nice the sun is out and that’s all a person could ever ask for.” Her chuckle that followed was awkward as she seemed to curl in on herself, as if the jacket she wore was somehow supposed to cause her to shrink and give her that chance to get away. “Ah so it’s a special day for someone is it? W-wow wonder who that could possibly be? I would like to have thought I kept track of all the birthday’s here and it’s much too soon to celebrate Lilia’s.” Why she’d thought she could somehow convince Azul she hadn’t known who he was talking about was in truth beyond her, Jade had access to all the students records and even if Yuu’s was for the most part empty her birthdate was still definitely on there. It’d be natural for Azul to know what Jade knew, and thinking back to when they had first met in Mostro Lounge it also wasn’t all that out there to assume he had tried to get all the information possible about her.

“Now Azul, sweet, benevolent, kindness personified Azul. You wouldn’t torment a good friend would you? I mean isn’t it the sea witches thing to take pity on the unfortunates? Surely I’m as unfortunate as they come and my only wish is to just be able to catch up on some sleep today. You like making deals, let’s…” She couldn’t believe she was about to say this. “Let’s make a deal right? Golden contract, I won’t even ask anyone else to go digging around your office to find it and get rid of it again.” What could she possibly haver that Azul would want though? Her time maybe, but even that was becoming more limited by the day.

It had seemed that bargaining wasn’t getting her anywhere however and the tone of his voice gave away that he was quite pleased about this turn of events, he was definitely getting back at her over something here and the prospect of running was completely out of the realm. With a hard sigh Yuu walked to where Azul continued nudging her the main campus building coming more and more into view as she marched as though she was being led to the gallows.

With a grumble at the sudden stop Yuu opens her mouth prepared to ask why they’d stopped her mind racing to all the possibilities, none admittedly all that good, but where she had half expected Azul blast confetti or something of the like at her she was pleasantly surprised. Taking the gift and looking at the sparkly paper before returning her gaze back up to him. “For me really?” The weight of it was somewhat unexpected but she had to admit it made her rather excited to know what was inside.

“Thank you Azul, I’m sure whatever it is I will love it.” She’d spoken softly holding the wrapped gift close to herself before once more looking at the doorway leading to her (doom) party. “Alright, I’m here I guess let’s go ahead then.” The faster this event was done the faster she could know what lied beneath the beautiful paper after all.

#//I support this torture #//Also I appreciate the rise x3 #i'm just me || ic.#mostrohost

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stingslikeabee · 1 year

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Okamura entered the room for therapy with her usual elegance. She smiled warmly at the Inadian who waited for her. Most individuals onboard the Tojo dreaded to see the counselor acting in her official capacity ( especially their captain ) ― but for the Fae, therapy sessions were fun. She got to see a person she liked quite a bit and learn from them. As the door hissed shut, Okamura stepped quickly to where Melissa sat.

Normally, therapy sessions took place with some distance between the two involved parties. The Fae, however, hated that. She again made her stance known by slipping into the space beside the Inadian and snuggling into the side of her. Okamura chirped pleasantly as she set the object in her hand on Melissa's lap. Her arm laced with her friend's.

There was something she didn't understand, and she hoped the Inadian might be able to explain it to her. A tap brought up what Okamura was curious about. On the display was a picture of a human woman with a small child in her lap. It was a stock photograph, likely pulled from a database somewhere. The Fae placed her fingertip on the woman's face.

"Mother," she murmured in a more common tongue. Emerald eyes turned from the tablet to Melissa. "I have tried to understand it so many times, monaka. Humans create littler humans, and those are children. These small ones are helpless and will look to their parents ― creators ― for guidance when they grow."

The Fae pressed her chin into Melissa's shoulder and sighed softly. "It sounds very simple. I think I understand a mother conceptually, but . . . there seems to be a lot more to the word. Humans all have a different perception of what they are. What they should be. I'm starting to give up on ever really knowing what a mother is. Families are complicated."

Okamura cooed at the Inadian for a moment and curled tighter into her. The blonde waves that cascaded down from her head spilled onto Melissa, as well. "Can you tell me about mothers, monaka ?? Do Inadians have them, too ??"

unscripted asks . always accepting

To say that her allotted time with Okamura was 'therapy' was perhaps a lie; their sessions served more for catching up and seeking to guide the Fae through the customs of the species surrounding her, as well as the occasional social interaction that eluded the blonde woman as a result of her upbringing.

Melissa didn't mind it in the slightest - in a way, she was providing assistance to another soul, a different form of fulfilling the goal of her career and acting as a friend. These were equally precious moments of rest and joy alongside the Fae, and a welcome break from work. The Inadian relaxed as soon as Okamura made herself comfortable, leaning against her friend for support and to better see whatever was on her mind and represented in her tablet.

"Ah," the counselor murmured, nodding softly as Okamura spoke to indicate she both understood the source of her questions and that her own rationale thus far was not going in a terribly wrong direction. Sighing, Melissa folded her legs in a trademark position of hers and tilted her head to look at the Fae instead of the device placed on her lap earlier.

"We do - our society is not that different from the human one and a few others of the system with similar familiar structures. A mother... You are right; they are the ones who give life to the children and who raise them. Mothers are expected to be caregivers because children are often fragile and incapable of living by themselves. It is due to their attention and work that babies will make to the adult phase."

Well, not only mothers - fathers, siblings and other different family patterns were also relevant all over the galaxies, but it was beyond the point; Okamura was clearly clinging to a particular reference and that was the focus for Melissa. "But that is not all mothers do - in most cultures, ideally they are not just responsible for sourcing food, shelter and education, but also affection. A mother is generally a child's first role model - someone they inspire to be when they grow up; someone they are intrinsically fond of given how close they grow and the fact that mothers will often develop strong protective instincts towards their offspring."

The brunette sighed; explaining that was not something she had attempted before, and it was incredibly challenging when one had no concept of self and was treated like a potential commodity for a part of her life. "Mothers have several different roles, kaere. They encompass the activities that you would find in a protector, teacher, guardian, educator, friend, ally - I don't think the fault in grasping this lies with you; you have quite possibly found one of the most complicated concepts to navigate and one that is often a source of many issues when these functions are not performed."

The brunette smiled at long last, the free hand reaching out for the Fae's and pushing some of the golden tresses back, gently caressing her face. "But I can say this - no one is ever truly prepared for motherhood until they get there. If this happens to you one day, my dear... I'm confident you will be able to do it. And besides," Melissa's hand dropped to Okamura's, squeezing it softly, "You won't be alone."

#rosegoldandsequins #v: Yakuza ; space federation AU #replied #this was too sweet #and far too complicated #also! I don't know when this is set timeline-wise #so I decided to leave a potential suggestion haha #(rather than infer she was on a path to motherhood)

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craycraybluejay · 2 years

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I can be very playful and creative :)

*sends partner a pic of two axes, one with a pink bowtie*

YES YES YES the ideal partner is someone intelligent who can match me line for line and reply to everything I throw at them.

I'm not generally afraid of romantic rejection as I am of other rejections, maybe because I'm not usually a very romantic person. I only get afraid if I had a previously established working relationship of a different kind with this person that may get messed up due to a romantic confession. But it is true I don't like emotionally delicate situations. They're uncomfortable and in cases where it makes sense to, I avoid them.

I do take my relationships seriously if and when I meet someone I really connect with. Though my emotions do tend to mess up and I've noticed that at the first sign of danger my emotions shut down around a romantic interest and I haven't yet found a way to get them fully working again.

I am direct and honest, always. Not just with the people I date but with everyone (unless they cannot handle honesty and will actively hurt me if they can't handle it... I avoid these types as much as possible). I do not usually filter my opinions and I do in fact encourage people, partners and otherwise, to be frank with me. And yes, being upfront IS NOT rude. I absolutely hate when people refer to my honesty as rude. What's rude is lying and saying something and meaning something else. It is extremely important to be as upfront as possible and avoid misunderstandings. Though neurotypicals seem to misunderstand me when I'm being upfront too so there's no winning with them. I have no desire to school myself for people. If you can't handle honesty you can fuck right off.

Special romance things are usually pretty unimportant to me. I enjoy the everyday, just spending time with a person I love is nice. Of course, I can appreciate special effort put into something special. But I do have some triggers with big events so it can backfire. And yeah, I do struggle with my partner's needs sometimes. I don't always know how to provide certain things and sometimes my logic and emotions aren't working together and I don't want to do the right thing on logic alone because then it will feel false and not genuine.

And yeah it takes me a lot of work to express affection in ways that I don't necessarily do so naturally. I can express affection in my ways great but other ways; not so much. I try very hard. It's one of the things I'm particularly bad at.

Yepp, there's the shutdown. Emotional disagreements, that's a small shut down, that I can recover from. Betrayal or abandonment? I can promise I will never recover from it. I can try hard for a long time but truth is I'm probably never going to get over it. I won't really feel things for that person any more, other than really muted feelings like annoyance, amusement, or sometimes a disconnected familiarity. And I do listen. But I also know when I'm right. As a bonus, I do know when I'm wrong, as well, and acknowledge it. And yeah ofc I offer logical solutions. Feelings I can still handle, sometimes, I'm not incapable. But feelings aren't going to fix whatever's wrong. Logic will. Telling you I feel sad is not going to fix my feeling sad, but telling you what you can do to make me less sad and vice versa will.

And again, realizing that feelings don't fix feelings isn't the same as ignoring their existence.

Again, I do talk about feelings. Just don't necessarily act like they're going to be fixing anything.

Ah so THAT'S why I'm mostly aromantic lmfao. Don't take me away from my mind pls I have Stockholm Syndrome for it <3.

I can be a good partner. But I don't know that I'm really in a good emotional state for it now, or ever. Like theoretically yeah. But when romance is the expectation instead of an "everythingship?" I dunno. Feels weird.

#mbti things #aromantic #greyromantic #intp t #intp #commentary

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honey-milk-depresso · 2 years

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Hello! When I saw your request section open I couldn't help, but I want to ask you, if you could write a Komi-san like reader for the first years! I really want to request this for a long time now and I took this opportunity to do it! Komi-san from Komi-san can't communicate.

I LOVE KOMIIIIII DJGHDGDGJGDJFDGH- BUT- FCKKK I ONLY DID ADEUCE, EPEL

TT o TT

AND IM SO SORRY TO ALL MY REQUESTS- DEAR GOD SCHOOL HAS THROWN ME INTO A LOT OF HELL RECENTLY-

You're incapable of socializing with others to such a level that it can be called a communication disorder, unable to utter a word nor sound in your daily life due to your crippling anxiety and fear of rejection by your peers.

People all around you say you're amazing, talented and beautiful, but it doesn't seem to always get to your head, and you're rather timid.

Perhaps your close peers could help out?

TWST the anxious, beautiful but self-conscious (and REALLY QUIET) s/o (Komi Shouko)

Ace Trappola

He finds you really weird at first.

Like-

You always keep to yourself, stare at him for like a few minutes before you sharply turn your head away. Not to mention that ominous glare you have sometimes.

But he gotta say you look really pretty, and he can't help but stare at you too sometimes, which unintentionally made you freak out hard internally, thinking he's judging your severely.

To at what point, you jittered softly out of fear when he glanced at your direction, making him a little concern.

"W-Woah! W-what happened??"

You looked had him dead in the eye with bubbling anxiousness, but obviously he didn't see it since HE started freaking out.

"H-hey! What gives?!" you gasps, before you took out a notebook and jotted furiously onto a page. He blinked in confusion.

"Do you hate me?" what was written on the notebook made him surprised, as Ace saw you cower behind your notebook, hiding your flustered and nervous expression away from him.

"I... of course not.... I don't have a reason to.." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, blushing a little. He glanced back at you, to which you let out the faintest and tiniest squeak. This was gonna be the start of a relationship soaring high from the most awkward meet, wasn't it? <3

Deuce Spade

Deuce was always intimidated by your beauty and seemingly flawless attributes of yourself. He can't help but glance at you halfway in class before snapping back to reality or with the "help" of his professors-, before mentally scolding himself and focusing on the lesson.

But the thought about you still lingered in his mind. Deuce seemed to notice later on that you also steal slight glances of him, making him blink all the time. Why were they looking at me? Was I looking weird?? Did I stare at them?? DID I MAKE THEM UNCOMFORTABLE???? OH SHI-

Deuce one day muster up the best of his courage to say one "hi". It's clear that you two can... acknowledge one another's presence, in a sense, so why not make the first move, he thought. Ace kept teasing him about it, and he wants his annoying friend to shut up- so he did-

"Um.. Hey, s/o-!" You yelped softly but sharply, making him jump as well. "U-UM!!" You quivered intensely, making him even more shaken up as ever.

"H-hello?! D-did I scare you?! I'm sorry!!" he shouted out of impulse. It didn't seem to ease the awkward tension as you blinked in confusion, all still while quivering in fear. You then took out a note book and scribble something on it.

"Hi. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have scared you..." you hid behind your book, looking as if you were about to cry. "N-no it's fine really!!" Deuce waved his hands frantically, to which you peered timidly behind your notebook. You bowed down awkwardly, on cue with Deuce as you both softly had your foreheads collide. Holding the area where both of you knocked into each other, you both blushed in embarrassment. Ah... such klutzs. <3

Epel Felmier

Epel has always thought you were so cool. And pretty!

Epel usually tries to wave hello to you, but you always blink at him for awhile, before quietly waving back, then look away.

It wasn't anything bad, but sometimes he had the thought that you couldn't be bothered by him, which ticked him off a little, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions

And hey- better than Vil, right?

The young man looks at you a bit before turning back around, but sometimes he feels this burning hole at the back of his head when he turns away from you, and with the slightest and sneakiest glance back, he realizes you've been secretly looking at him too.

One time, he catches you glancing at him again as per usual after he looks away, but I guess he forget to cover himself as you saw him catching you staring at him, to which you quivered, flustered and flush like a hot boiling kettle over its limit, as you stared at him with wide eyes.

Epel was caught off guard, your usual calm demeanor being replaced by this... I don't know- not calm self??

Startled, Epel tries to ease you. "H-hey! Its fine!!"

You stopped quivering abruptly, which relieved him a little, and then saw you writing away with a notepad you took out of your bag.

"I'm really sorry..." you hid your face behind the notepad, bowing your head down in shame. "Its fine don't worry about it!" Epel smiles a little.

You slowly uncovered your face, looking at him slightly flustered. It made him blush a little too, cuz god you look so cute-

Wonder where you two may lead. Something lovely perhaps~ <3

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boxofbadaddiction · 3 years

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Claw Marks

Remus Lupin

No Pairing

Reader Insert - Gender Neutral.

Imagine: Remus finding out one of his students is a Werewolf.

Warnings: IDK...werewolves?

He hadn't picked up on it at first, too occupied with keeping his own 'condition' a secret and, more importantly, under control.

Remaining unknowingly oblivious to the subtle signs they'd been showing.

How fidgety and agitated they'd become around the time of the full moon, often lashing out for no reason - even at close friends. How they seemed incapable of staying awake during breakfast or morning classes. Of the often many fresh cuts that littered their skin. All signs went unnoticed.

Until one fateful day when it all seemed to crash over him like a bucket of ice water.

The class started as normal as any other Thursday; with the exception of Y/n needing to be awoken at their desk.

A sharp jab to their elbow was enough to send their arm off balance, chin falling from it's place against their palm, the sudden drop of y/ns head waking them with a slight fright.

"Thank you for that, Miss Bell. Good Morning, Y/n. I do wish you'd save all sleeping for Professor Binns class rather than before I've even begun my lesson." Remus says sarcastically. "Sorry Professor." Y/n mumbled in reply sitting at attention. "Excellent. Although thankfully, given today's topic, I don't believe any of you will be at risk of nodding off."

The class shared an amused chuckle while y/n merely managed a tight lipped smile.

There was a brief knock at the door as Professor Flitwick and Mr Filch entered the room with a large, rattling, wardrobe.

"Perfect timing!" Lupin spoke as the cupboard was deposited at the front of the class and the students were made to stand as the teachers cleared all their desks to the sides of the room. "Today, class, we will be learning about Boggarts."

After a quick introduction of what a Boggart is and how to repel one, the students were made to form a line. As the music carried out it's loud melody and their turn inevitably drew near y/ns body filled with dread.

They hesitated, not wanting to step any closer to the creature in fear their secret be revealed, but with a nudge from the person behind them and encouragement from Professor Lupin they did.

The Boggart took it's time analysing the new arrival before finally transforming. In it's place now stood a great snarling beast with glowing yellow eyes and gruesome, bared, teeth.

Y/n froze. As did many members of the class all of whom drew a sharp breath at the sight. It were truly terrifying.

Y/ns expression bore one of pure fear. Face turning pale as the blood rushed from their head. Shock took over Lupin as well, not having expected one of his students to produce a nightmare quite so frightening. The nightmare he were forcibly living.

Remus took a step forward readying to intervene as he noted the way y/ns wand arm shook in fear.

But to his surprise, with their eyes squeezing tightly shut and head turning back over their shoulder, y/n shouts quickly "Ridikulus!" casting the charm.

The approaching beast is suddenly changed; now in a vivid pink tutu, aimlessly cycling in circles on a miniature tricycle, the image completed by a multicoloured party hat upon it's head.

The previously stunned class erupts into a fit of laughter. The sound filling y/n with enough courage to look back at the scene playing out before them. An astonished and relieved sigh falls from their mouth before joining in and laughing with the class.

Lupin is beyond impressed, barely able to contain his excitement he yells, "BRILLIANT, Y/n! Truly brilliant! NEXT!" His joy however, is short lived as all that previous worry that'd clouded his mind is brought rushing back.

Y/n spun excitedly in place, smiling widely, their robes shifting with the momentum to reveal a large scar from the base of their neck, presumably, stretching right along to their shoulder as it traced their collarbone. Claw marks. Unmistakably - claw marks.

Lupins face drops briefly before he's quickly painting back on a fake smile. After that the signs weren't so subtle anymore.

Not wanting to get ahead of himself and draw wrong conclusions he confronts Dumbledore with his suspicions.

"Headmaster, I wondered if I might be able to have a word?"

"Of course, Remus. You may have more than one if you so desire." Dumbledore responds from his place at his desk, looking down over his half-moon glasses with a grin.

"It's about a student of my 5th year class...y/n y/l/n?" "Ah, yes." Lupin watches Albus expectantly but he does not continue so Remus does, "I couldn't help but notice they possess certain qualities that are remarkably similar to my own." Dumbledore nods in acknowledgement but remains silent. "Would I be out of my depth in assuming they-that they're..." "like you are?" The Headmaster finishes for him. Remus swallows thickly as he watches him intently.

"You would not. Be out of depth, that is. Y/n is indeed a Werewolf."

Remus takes a deep breath. He knew he was right in his assumptions but to hear it be confirmed is a different thing entirely. Like a truth one would never hope to be true. A flood of emotions overtakes him; some shock. Sympathy and sadness - as he knows what they are going through. And quite a bit of anger towards the man infront of him.

"You didn't think it necessary to inform me of this?" He glares. "That would have been against their, and their parents, wishes. When they told me of y/ns condition they were adamant in no one else knowing - less word spread, I agreed to respect their wish so I couldn't tell you. Were you to discover this on your own however-" "so you've just been sitting around waiting for me to piece the puzzle together?" "To be frank, Remus, I'm rather surprised it took you this long."

Anger and frustration are bubbling over in Lupin at this point as he turns his back on Albus. It's taking all his strength not to lash out at the old man like he desperately wants to.

"They're taking necessary precautions, Remus, if that is what's troubling you." "No, Headmaster. What's troubling me is that they are suffering with this condition on their own." He speaks through gritted teeth. "Yes, I have an idea of how unpleasant it must be." That comment alone pushes Remus' temper to it's limit.

"With all due respect, Albus..." he turns back to face him with daggers held behind his eyes, "you have no idea. You could not possibly imagine the difficulty of enduring the effects of lycanthropy - especially not at such a young age."

"Do you forget who assisted you in your transformations during school?"

"I do not, Professor. Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs helped me through every full moon. Although you may have offered a place to do so safely, you did not assist me in my change. It were James, Sirius and Peter who were there for me. And if what you say is true - that you are the only person in this school who knows - y/n doesn't even have that. A fact of which I am truly sorry for."

Not waiting for a response Remus storms from Dumbledores office.

As the next full moon approaches Remus prepares himself for the night. Locking himself in his office and drinking the Wolfsbane potion Severus prepared for him to make the change a little easier.

As the sun sets for the day he watches as the final rays disappearing beneath the horizon paint the Black Lake in brilliant hues of gold and cream. It's a picture perfect scene when something suddenly draws his attention.

A student decending into the forbidden forest. Y/n.

His body urges him to follow, but in little time he'll be in no position to offer help and, given the fact his theories have been proven correct, y/n will be in no state to accept.

When morning dawns he resumes his place by the window, mind fixed on only one thing. One person. The same person whom he witnesses hobbling back out of the forest along the very path they'd entered.

That day he calls y/n into his office and explains everything. How he found out. How he's the same. How he can help.

Y/n breaks down in front of him. Years of carrying this weight on such young shoulders finally met it's peak and took it's toll.

That night Remus offers Y/n the goblet of Wolfsbane to make the transition a little easier. It'll be the first time they get to change without suffering an excruciating amount of pain. It'll also be the first time in months Remus will be forced to endure it.

The change that night as the moon rises would be different than any before...

"Remus, have you taken your potion tonight?" Sirius grips his shoulders tightly as he speaks the words frantically. "You know the man you truly are, Remus. This heart is where you truly lie. This heart here." Padfoot beats against Moonys chest as he watches his features slowly morph into the grotesque creature that forever lurkes within.

All words are dull in Remus' ears as the pain blinds his senses and he feels himself start to lose control.

The image of Y/n is the last thing to flash before his eyes and at least his mind is eased in the knowledge that, for the first time, their transformation will be bearable.

A final comforting thought before the beast inevitably takes over.

#harry potter imagine #remus lupin imagine #harry potter #remus lupin

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 7 years

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Hi hi!! AkaMido anon here! I'm in need of some...you know...Akashi in love with Midorin. *blushes crazily and hides my face to your chest* So I wanted to ask, is it possible to ask for more than 1 prompt? I mean, if you accept ofcourse, can I have a (longish?) fic with #16sentence, #12dialogue and #14dialogue all in one together? Maybe break my heart for a long while then a small promising-happy-ending? I love the way you write internal monologues btw ^-^

Hi my sweetdear! *pat happily his head* I’ve finally written it! Sorry for the wait! Iswear, I’ve tried to make it angsty but the fluff and the fun conqueredeverything and I don’t know why, I hope you’re gonna like it either way. Thanks also for yourcontinue support!

Have a goodday!

In the most inappropriate moments

Midorima groaned again, shifting uncomfortably in hisposition, seated on the hard ground.

“Shouldn’t we try to move again?” Akashi whisperedhesitantly, seated a bit far from him.

“Akashi, please.” The other growled and his formercaptain stretched the lips in a thin line, “This is all your fault.”

“I disagree.”

“That’s because your pride is too big to admit it. AllI know is that one of us is right, the other is you.”

Just to describe their situation briefly, they werefucked.

It was half past ten in the night and they were lostinto a woods, without signal, a decent backpack, food or water. Not mentioningwithout a proper map. And, Akashi had sprained his ankle falling in hole whilethey were wandering around with only torchlights to light up the path.

Ah, they were obviously arguing too.

They had started arguing five minutes after havingentered the wood, fact that brought them to focus more on their unresolvedproblems than on the path and consequently lead them to lose the way back. Or theway in general.

Why did this happened?

Simple answer: because Akashi couldn’t act like anormal person, no. He, having decided that he wanted to fix up things withMidorima, had first organized a training camp with all the former players ofthe Miracle of Generation, without leaving them choice to participate or not.He had threatened them to come. Then the previous night he had, or that waswhat Midorima thought, food poisoned all the others so that the next day theonly ones capable to raise from the bed were them two. Finally, in theafternoon he had dragged Midorima away with the excuse of the good weather andthe necessity of a daytrip in the woods to a famous, mysterious shrine.Midorima couldn’t even understand why Akashi had thought that talking thingsout while going on an excursion was the best idea, but now he didn’t even wannaknow.

He was cold, without ideas and hungry.

And mad, so mad with Akashi that if the boy hadn’t hadalready hurt his body by himself Midorima would have surely done it in his stead.

Even because, during the time they spent together,instead of clearing the past misunderstandings, they had just accused eachother of every, petty things that happened since the first year in Teikou. Notreally useful.

In the end, tired of the silence, the hostility andthe guilt, Akashi tried to stand up, wobbling. Midorima glared at him.

“What are you trying to do?” asked while looking athim resting unsteady against the trunk of the tree they took cover under.

“I’m going to find the way out,” he calmly repliedwith all the dignity he could muster, “Staying here doesn’t help us.” Commentedsharply.

“I doubt that moving around with that ankle andinjuring yourself more is gonna be of any help.” Midorima replied bluntly,fixing his glass. As always, a small part of him admired Akashi for hisdetermination.

“Then come with me and let’s search it together.” Heoffered, giving Midorima his back. But the other boy didn’t need to see hisface to recognize the implicit request into his words. What an Emperor.

“If you need help, just say it normally.” Hissed,standing up and grabbing his arm to stop him, and the boy grimaced, “As youshould have done instead of bringing us here. Really, can’t you do anythinglike the other, normal people?” Added salty, passing an arm around his waist.

Akashi adjusted his own arm around Midorima’s shoulderand leaned on him, as his ankle was throbbing with pain; not that he was gonnaadmit it.

“Everything would have gone smoothly, if you only hadlet me speak till the end.” He murmured in his defense, offended.

“You started a monologue were you defended yourself.That’s not how discussions go, nor how you fix up things.” Midorima bluntlyshut him, starting to walk without a proper aim. All the trees looked the same,he didn’t remember where they came from nor how read those damn stars like ananimal.

“While you walk, keep the phone in your hand, maybe wecould find signal.” Midorima ordered with a sigh and Akashi, scowling did as hewas told.

“I was just trying to find the right words.” He upheld,“You interrupted me immediately and brought up again my madness and “abuse ofpower”.”

“That’s was he problem. Together with cutting everybonds, using us only to win and destroying our minds.” Midorima listed plainly,taking a casual turn; he felt Akashi’s body stiffening against him, butcontinued, “Without mentioning your behavior during the first high schooltournament, you Emperor. Not even a handshake.” he remembered in a mutter andnow Akashi caught the hurt tone in his voice.

“Well, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it all. Andwhen I finally understood my mistakes, returning to my original self, it hurt alot. I knew that I couldn’t restore everything easily, I understood the amountof pain I’ve inflicted to you…but I was lonely too. I suffered too.” Explainedanimatedly, gripping hard around the fabric of his sweater.

“Want do you want then? That we just hug you again andpity you?” Midorima roared, still feeling the humiliation he caused him intheir last match.

“I JUST WANT TO APOLOGIZE!” Akashi burst into apained, angry yell that startled Midorima, who immediately turned to look atthe boy who kept his head low.

“You what?” Mumbled, blinking at him. He probably hadheard wrongly.

Akashi lifted his head and looked him in the eyes,firm and desperate at the same time.

“I wanted to apologize.” Repeated in a murmur, “I’msorry for having left you alone back in Teikou. Sorry for having betrayed yourtrust. I’m sorry for having been the Emperor. I’m sorry for having underestimatedand belittled your team, refusing your handshake. I’m really sorry.” Heearnestly apologized, trying to convey with his stuttering words the guilt thatwas eating him from the inside.

Midorima didn’t have words to reply. He wasn’t readyto confront an apologizing Akashi. He couldn’t even remember the last time hehad apologized.

“I thought that maybe we could start restoring newbonds again. That’s why I brought all of you here, that’s why I dragged you intothis damn wood, that’s why this afternoon I started talking from the past. Ihad a lots of things to say and explain, and lots that I wanted to ask…” Hisvoice dimmed in a whisper.

Midorima’s glasses slide down his nose and he feltblushing. Now, he was the one feeling guilty.

“Akas-”

HONK!

A big truck sounded its horn and made them jump ontheir feet; they got so startled that Akashi lost the grip around Midorima andfell on his back before the other boy could catch him in time. Midorima widenedhis eyes, looking astonished in front of him, while Akashi looked around as ifhe was waking up from a dream.

“We are…out?” he observed incredulous, frowning at thesight of the empty, silent street on which side they were standing dumbfounded.

“I think so.” Midorima agreed, instinctively cleaninghis glasses with the hem of the shirt.

“How?” Akashi inquired shaking his head.

“I wasn’t paying attention, actually.”

“Me neither.”

They exchanged an amazed glance and twin smirksblossomed on their lips.

“I can’t believe it.” Midorima whispered trying toconceal his amusement.

“But we didn’t arrive from here this afternoon, sowe’re still lost.” Akashi noticed, narrowing his eyes.

“Better than being in that wood.” Midorima exhaled adeep breath of relief, shrugging, and stretched his hand to Akashi.

“So? Now what?” the boy accepted it gratefully andstood up, unsteady.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think we’d get this far.”Midorima honestly admitted, “The phone?” asked hopefully, but Akashi grimacedlooking at the screen.

“It seems the battery has run out.” Told him blanklyand Midorima felt the need to slam his head against something.

“Well, since you can’t walk, we can only tryhitch-hiking.” Dared to say, fixing his glasses and Akashi sighed, exhaustedly,but nodded.

After fifteen minutes, they were luckily sat in theopen trailer of a small truck; the driver, a local farmer, after laughing attheir misadventures, had kindly accept to bring them to the hotel, which theydiscovered was two hour by foot far away from there. Midorima had picked upAkashi and helped him sitting comfortably, and now they were in silence next toeach other.

Midorima looked at the pearly moon that shinedbrightly in the sky. He was still thinking about what Akashi had told him,knowing the boys was waiting for an answer. Now, all the negative and confusedemotions he felt before were melting in the quietness of the dark blue sky.

“Akashi.” called and felt him shifting nervouslybeside himself, “All the things you wanted to say and explain. All the thingsyou wanted to ask, tell me. We’ve time, I’ll try my best to not interrupt you.”Midorima offered, searching for his red, amazed eyes.

“I-” He stuttered confusedly, happiness for havingreceived a second occasion and fear of messing up again mixed in him, but thenhe took a deep breath, “Okay.” He manage to reply quietly.

And Akashi told him everything from the start. Thecoach, his fears, the situations of his family and the issues he had with hisfather. He told him how he felt losing himself, being incapable to reason andto care about them properly. How victory became the only important thing. Hearrived talking even about the recent matches: the jealousy he felt seeing himand Takao pairing up, the high due to the crushing victory and finally the voidhe fell into when he returned to his original self. Scared that it was toolate. Scared that he couldn’t be saved or forgiven anymore. He listed patientlyall his attempts to find a way to restore things as they were before, to fixall of them again.

Midorima listened to him silently, just making smallcomments here and there.

“So, this was the last attempt to bring us together?”Asked Midorima thoughtfully. It was a lot to take in, of course, but he wasfeeling more and more relieved as Akashi told him everything. He wasdiscovering that the boy he had loved was still there.

“Yes.” Akashi nodded with an embarrassed smile, “Ithought it was a good idea.”

“That’s questionable.” Midorima harshly shot him down andhe glared, “However, I have to think then that yesterday you didn’t food-poisonedthe others on purpose?”

“I’m not a killer.” Akashi coldly replied, offended,and Midorima smirked.

“You tried to stab Kagami with a pair of scissors.”Reminded him, arching an eyebrow.

“First, I thought we had agreed I wasn’t completelymyself at the time;” argued lifting his chin, “Second, I knew he could dodge.”He wanted to add, “Because I’m never wrong.” But bit his bottom lip andrestrained himself. He was trying to be humble.

However, Midorima seemed to have read him, as hechuckled a bit.

“Leaving this aside, why the trip outside then?”inquired again and he saw Akashi blushing slightly.

“You were the one I desired to connect with the most.I needed to have you back. I hoped the excursion could bring us together andmake the tension vanish. I hoped being outside and far from everything elsecould help me find the courage to tell you everything and apologize properly.”Whispered bitter sweetly, bringing his knees to the chest “Not the best plan inthe end.”

“Yeah it was a horrible plan, you should haveapproached me like this from the start.” Midorima agreed, making him curl onhimself more, but then continued, “But if that is what you needed to reach thispoint, than I’m glad to have gone through and survived that hell.”

Akashi’s head perked up and his scarlet eyes shone.

“I’m relieved” thanked him with a small, grateful andgiddy smile, “Losing Midorima’s friendship had been my greatest defeat andregret.” Admitted softly, looking with fondness at the sky.

His words froze Midorima on the spot.

He had forgotten Akashi was born to be charming andadorable when he lowered his defenses.

“You…!” he cursed rubbing his forehead and Akashiglanced at him perplexed, “You are the worst. You should stop saying those kindof things.” Growled, glaring at him.

Akashi blinked: what had he done now? He thought tohave been sweet or at least friendly saying those things, why Midorima was mad?

“What kind of things?” asked confused, his heart onthe verge of shattering.

“The kind that makes me want to kiss you in the mostinappropriate moments.” Midorima revealed with red cheeks but a firm,unwavering gaze.

Akashi heart didn’t shatter. It stopped. Then startedbeating again so fast it could fly out of his chest.

He blushed furiously, taken completely by surprise.

“Like, for example, in the trailer of a truck in themiddle of the night, after a day spent arguing?” wanted to verify, in a hopefulvoice. This was too good to be true.

“Exactly.” Midorima assured him, embarrassed, annoyedand nervous altogether.

“Then,” Akashi whispered with a smile escaping hislips, “I wouldn’t mind it.”

Midorima risked to choke with his own saliva, butmanaged to compose himself rapidly.

“You asked for it. I’m not joking.” Mumbled as awarning, but, seeing Akashi looking expectantly at him under the moonlight, hecouldn’t restrain himself. He leaned towards him and, with a kiss, cleared thepast misunderstandings and opened the doors to a future of happiness for bothof them.

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