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larkingame · 7 months

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[[public demo out June 14th, 2024]] | patreon

someone is after you.

for over a decade and a half now, you’ve traveled up, down and across the country--running schemes and hunting fiends with your mentor, con-man-by-day, vampire-hunter-by-night, Wyatt Abrams--the prolific vampire slayer and the living descendant of Gregory Abrams, founder and prophet of the Abrams Family, the nomadic vampire-hunting cult that raised you--and was wiped out years ago.

carrying the abrams name means also means carrying on it's enemies--but that isn't to say you haven't forged a couple of your own along the way. now, it seems someone is trying to make good on old threats and promises. they've placed a bounty on your head.

so you and wyatt do what you do best: you run away. to some little town, out nevada ways, where the title of town preacher is unexpectedly thrust upon you--bringing back years of trauma you thought long tucked away.

as if that wasn't enough, on your first day in town the local mine up and explodes--leaving the reclusive family that runs the town--and owns the mine--to suspect you as the main culprit.

now you're left with the responsibility of investigating the disaster to clear your name, looking into the mysterious cult just south of town, the gang of outlaws who've been wrapped up deep in a feud with larkin's patriarchal family--a group of people which you suspect to be hiding a secret most monstrous--all while dealing with the ghosts of your past, and the roots your family left behind.

larkin is a vampire western choose-your-own adventure game, with focuses on romance, religion, horror and complicated family dynamics.

play a fully customizable character [[decide upon their physical appearance, gender identity, sexuality, customize their pronouns]]

dictate a unique relationship with your mentor-turned-father-figure and his former appentice

romance any of ten characters, four male, three female, one non-binary and two gender selectable characters.

define your characters skillset and scheming tactics, select their weapons and fighting style, elect their feelings on religion, vampires and the cult that raised them.

the doctor [male] cyrus sokolov - the quasi-mayor of larkin, cyrus sokolov also operates as the town's doctor and mortician. he's immeadiately suspicious of you, the new preacher and the reputation you comes with. even though he doesn't like it, he needs your help.

the princess [female] celina sokolova - despite the misconceptions among the townsfolk, the reclusive third sibling of the sokolov family, celina, is actually the family’s eldest. hardly leaving the sokolov mansion, it’s rumored around town that she’s been struck with some sort of sun-related illness, others seem to hold the opinion that miss sokolova simply sees herself as too good to linger amongst the common folk. whatever the case may truly be doesn’t much matter to the people of larkin, after all, it's much more fun to gossip. she's very suddenly developed a fascination with the preacher, a hunger almost. but will she eat you whole?

the mortician's assistant [male] dominic sokolov - the youngest scion of the sokolov family, dominic works as assistant mortician in larkin, though he’s much more interested in larkin’s living townsfolk then the dead ones he’s been charged with taking care of. with seemingly endless information on everyone and everything that goes on in larkin, mister sokolov might not be the worst friend to have.

the lawyer [male] jacob nash - larkin’s only practicing attorney and resident do-gooder. after passing the bar exam, nash headed out west in the hopes of making a real difference for the people there, only to spend most of his days settling petty disputes and notarizing documents. despite his disappointment, however, nash has managed to keep a level head and his fondness for the people of larkin, even though he’s not so sure the sokolovs have the townsfolk’s best interest in mind.

the bartender [female] rose holloway - larkin’s most recent transplant, that was, until the preacher showed up. former city-girl, rose has adapted to both life out west and on her own, the only way she knows how--by pushing through it. the owner and bartender of larkin’s only saloon, the emerald, rose is a popular figure around larkin whether she likes it or not, but whether that has more to do with her occupation or the fact she also happens to be larkin’s youngest widow is still a topic up for debate.

the lieutenant [male/female/non-binary] hollis - an enigmatic figure around larkin, hollis serves as a lieutenant for the mysterious rateliff fellowship. one of the cult’s few members to make the long trek from their encampment in the desert to town more than once. talked to by few, hated by most, hollis bears the reputation of the people they represent to the town of larkin--one, that isn’t particularly favorable.

the vampire hunter [male/female/non-binary] ace zhang - vampire-hunting-mercenary extraordinaire, the last the preacher knew of ace, they were the young hot-shot on san francisco’s hunting scene. once upon a time ace was a prominent figure in the preacher’s life, the first real acquaintance they managed to make on their own, someone outside of wyatt’s sphere. growing up a member of the guild, their life is one that’s mirrored the preacher’s. maybe that’s why the two seemed to be linked so closely during the preacher’s time in california, whether that was as friends, rivals or something more, their presence is one that remains prominent in the preacher's mind.

the outlaw [male] cassidy alan ward - cowboy, outlaw, bandit, cassidy goes by many names and titles, but the one he prides himself on most is leader. protector of his people, the ward gang hides out somewhere in the hills outside larkin, looming over the townsfolk as an ever-present threat, cassidy finds the sokolovs personally responsible for the death of his sister, caroline, and he is out for blood.

the gunslinger [female] ethel jackson - cassidy's right hand, ethel is a gunslinger through and through. fancying herself the robinhood type, she's got a personal hatred for the family that looms over larkin. with the fastest gun in all of nevada, maybe even all of the west--ethel could prove to be a valuable friend--or a deadly adversary.

the stranger [non-binary] reyes - the newest addition to ward's gang, not much is known about them or their past--what everyone is well aware of, however, is the fact that nobody whose ever decided to cross reyes has ever come out of it alive.

the vampire [male/female/non-binary] montero moreau - you've hunted down their coven, debilitating any hopes for growth they had in terms of advancing in the cut-throat world of Vampires. you've made montero look like a fool, and they hate looking like a fool. They're determined to hunt you down and take revenge.

the first man [male] - adam - he believes himself to be the mirrored man mentioned in the abrams family book of genesis--the first vampire, plagued to walk the earth--and he has long been in search of his eve.

[[demo out june 14th 2024]] | patreon | itch.io

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folksaga-if · 10 months

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“It is a long story, and it does no credit to anyone: there is murder in it, and trickery, lies and foolishness, seduction and pursuit. Listen."

- Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology

You are a human. A totally normal one.

Honestly.

You’re a human. You’re a bartender, which is a very normal job for a human to have, and when you walk down the winding streets of Akureyri you can blend seamlessly into any crowd of people which is, without question, only something that a human could do.

The fact that you came here two years ago with nothing but the clothing on your back doesn’t mean anything; you’re hardly northern Iceland’s first wayfaring soul. That you had no money to your name, no friends or family to speak of — that’s a fairly average human thing, too. And that little craving you have, that quiet urge to dig your teeth into any passing stranger’s throat? It's completely, entirely mundane.

It’s manageable. You’re managing.

Or you were, until someone — someone who's decidedly notas good at this human thing as you are — begins leaving a trail of dead bodies at your doorstep, and a trio of god-like siblings take a seat at your bar.

MAGNI THORSON .

No doubt the mightiest of his siblings, the eldest child of Thor is exactly the sort of person you would expect him to be: a giant (half-giant, in fact) asshole with a smoulder and a knife-sharp jawline to match. He’ll match your every word with a cocky grin and a joke that’s nowhere near as funny as he thinks, and he’ll look every inch the prince that he is all the while.

(Well, the prince that he was. Just don’t let him hear you say that.)

MODI THORSON .

For the supposed embodiment of his father’s wrath, the God of Thunder’s second son is surprisingly…not that. He’s no picnic, mind you — he’s broody, he’s secretive, and he's fucking intense, but that hardly equates to fury incarnate. You’re sure there’s something hiding under that moody surface; whether or not you want to uncover it is a different story entirely.

(Looks like even gods aren’t immune to middle-child syndrome. Who knew?)

THRÚD THORSDÓTTIR .

Valkyrie, seidhr,paragon of strength — with all of her mother’s best traits (and a few of her father’s worst), is it any wonder that Thor’s youngest child was also his favourite? Smarter than her half-brothers and more likeable by a longshot, you might find yourself forgetting how easily the fortune-telling goddess could break you in two. You might, but she’ll be happy to remind you if you do.

(Maybe a little too happy, in fact.)

KATLA B̶͍̏L̸̝͑O̵̟͠M̴̳̓Q̴̯̔V̵̺͆I̷̗͛S̵̠͒T̸̬̒ .

A fellow nomad and your coworker at Black Thunder, the first friend you made in Akureyri has remained your closest. Mischevious, magnetic, and often up to no small amount of trouble, there are times when you think you might know Katla better than you know yourself. You even know about her…well, you know that she…sorry, what were you talking about again?

(It's just that it’s nice, being close to someone who’s so very human.)

THE MARE .

There’s a voice in your head and a shadow in your dreams, and they’re telling you to run. You probably shouldn’t trust them.

(…Right?)

Customize your monster character. New life, new you! Choose your gender identity, change your name, cut your hair, and remember: if you’re starting to grow tired of running from your past, try on a new outfit and start running faster.

Play as one of three runway creatures from Norse mythology — a cunning keeper of the forest, a charming warden of the lake, or a formidable guardian of the mountains. Each has its quirks (would you prefer a hollowed-out tree for a back, or webbed fingers and forearms covered in scales?), but they all have two key things in common: they’ll killto protect their homes, and you’redefinitely not one of them.

Choose your own fate, out of the countless that are presented to you. Had oatmeal instead of skyr with your breakfast this morning? You might have just brought about Ragnarök 2.0. Nice one, asshole.

Multiple romance options, with each available to pursue regardless of your gender or background. Ever wanted to kiss a god under a starry sky? Now's your chance! Or maybe you’re through with immortal beings and desperate to ask the pretty server on a date? Go for it! She’s definitelya human too. Totally. You’d be able to tell if she wasn’t. Wouldn’t you?

Save the world — or don’t.It's your choice, and isn't that what true freedom is all about?

Folksaga is inspired by The Edda, Norse mythology, andTwin Peaks, with a bit of tweaking to the myths as needed for the sake of plot. MC backgrounds have been adjusted to fit for all players regardless of gender identity, and creative liberty has been taken with some smaller points for a smoother storytelling experience. All changes will be explained in an FAQ post (too be added in the links below ASAP!)

AS OF AUGUST 21 UPDATE: The current demo consists of the prologue (introductory lore + character creation), + chapter 1, about 70k words total.

I expect it to be somewhere in the range of 600,000 to 700,000 words, but this is subject to change (and likely will due to my propensity for rambling text. oops.).

I’ve written short and long-form original fiction as well as a lot of fanfic (say hello @ pentaghastly on AO3, and @kendallroynsfw on tumblr!), but this is my first IF! Bugs and coding issues may appear in the demo; please let me know if any issues arise during your playthroughs.

Folksaga is a work in progress. I would love constructive feedback when the demo is posted, as well as any bugs or grammar issues to be brought to my attention if I've missed them :) I would also love patience, because I'm a full time health care worker who gets sleepy lots xoxo

A Swedish farmer named Sven Andersson was executed in 1691 for having intercourse with a mountain nymph, or bergsrå. I will neither confirm or deny if his Wikipedia article was the inspiration for this IF, except I will confirm it and it definitely was.

MC ORIGINS | RO INTROS | DEMO!!!!! | COG FORUMS | PATREON

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hbyrde36 · 8 months

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No Vacancy

When Eddie Munson arrives at the Buckingham Beach Motel to spend the summer with his BFF Chrissy and her business partner Robin, the last person he expects to see waiting in the lobby is former king of Hawkins High and asshole extraordinaire, Steve fucking Harrington.

ao3

CW: Smut! light now, more in later chapters

Chapter 1: Checking In

Eddie grinned as he pulled his trusty van, the very same rust-bucket he’d been driving since high school that he liked to refer to as Van Halen, if only to elicit the groans of both friends and strangers, into the small parking lot beside the Buckingham beach motel. He hadn’t been on vacation for, well, okay, he’d never been on a true vacation before, and sure, he was going to be working a part time job while he was visiting his best friend in this seaside paradise, but it was still the closest thing to a holiday he’d ever had. Needless to say, he was hell bent on thoroughly enjoying himself. Sun, sand, and shirtless men in speedos? Sign him up!

He hopped out of the car, relieved to finally stretch his legs after the long drive, and threw open the back doors. He stared down at the collection of boxes, duffel bags, and one large black trunk, that made up the entirety of his worldly possessions, and sighed.

The day after he finally graduated from Hawkins High, back in 1986, Eddie had cut and run and never looked back. He’d been living as a sort of nomad ever since, never feeling comfortable enough to stay in one town or city for too long. He was usually able to find work as a bartender or bouncer to fund his stay at whatever hostel or efficiency he could find, and when all else failed he slept in his van. It wasn’t all bad, he’d seen a lot of cool places and met a lot of interesting people, but lately he’d been missing the stability of a home, of putting down roots. He craved the support and community that could be found with friendships that lasted longer than a few months. He still visited Hawkins on occasion, a necessary evil to be endured only so he could spend time with his beloved uncle, but that place would never be home for him again.

He grabbed the two largest bags that held the majority of his clothes, and the backpack that held the rest of his essentials and headed towards the lobby. He could come back out for the rest later.

The first thing Eddie noticed when he walked in the door was the spectacular pair of legs and delicious ass in too-short shorts that belonged to a man who was leaning over the counter talking to Robin. Unfortunately, the second thing he noticed was that same man’s oddly familiar swoop of chestnut brown hair. Eddie’s stomach dropped. What in the world was Steve fucking Harrington doing here?

“You made it!” Chrissy squealed as she came barreling out of the office door, having spotted him through the window.

Eddie knew what was coming, but he was a little slow on the uptake in his current shocked state, and only just managed to drop his bags in time to catch the former cheerleader as she launched herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her tight, letting go of all thoughts about former jocks and high school rivalries for a moment, and just enjoyed the fact that he was here with his best girl, finally seeing her in person after six long months apart. He inhaled deeply, appreciating the familiar scent of Ex'cla-ma'tion. He used to hate her perfume, but it’s amazing what you start to miss when you're separated from your loved ones for so long.

“Missed you.” Eddie whispered into her hair before finally letting her down.

She giggled as he swung her to the floor, and then proceeded to punch him in the arm as hard as she could, which was pretty fucking hard for such a tiny little thing.

“Hey! What was that for?” Eddie sputtered.

“For waiting so long to come visit this time! I missed you too, jerk.”

He rubbed at the spot where she’d hit him. It didn’t actually hurt all that much, but he liked to play along. “Jeez, Chris. Funny way of showing it.”

“You love it.”

“Keep it in your pants, lady, you’re not my type.” Eddie teased.

“Freak!”

“Priss!”

The two of them dissolved into hysterics, falling into another hug just to keep eachother upright.

When they both finally calmed down enough to behave normally again, Chrissy’s expression turned serious. She spoke low. “So, as I'm sure you noticed, we have another hometown guest joining us.”

“Yeah, what's he doing here anyway?”

“He’s visiting Robin for the summer.” Chrissy said it as if it should have been obvious.

It wasn’t.

“...Why?”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “He’s her best friend! I’ve told you this a million times, how do you always forget?”

She was right, he did always forget that when Robin talked about her friend Steve, that it was Harrington she was talking about. It was such an odd pairing that Eddie just sort of blocked it out. He couldn’t reconcile the Steve from Robin’s stories with the guy he remembered from Hawkins.

“Right, fine, sorry. What about him?”

“Well, you know this is our first season, and the booking system is so new and confusing. We… might have accidentally overbooked, but it's okay! Because the three of us were talking about it, and since the one room we do have left is a double queen we thought.. ”

Eddie interrupted, grabbing her by the hand and tugging her roughly across the lobby as far from the other two people as he could.

“Are you crazy? You want me to be roommates with King Steve?!” Eddie hissed. “Have you completely forgotten what a giant asshole the guy is?!”

“We’re not in high school anymore, Eds. He’s always been nice to me, and if what Robin tells me is true, then Steve isn’t like that anymore. Maybe he never was.”

Eddie's jaw tightened. “Right.”

“Look at me! I changed, and we became friends. Why couldn’t Steve be a good guy underneath it all too?”

“That’s different, you were always a good person, you just ran with a bad crowd for a while, not to mention the boyfriend we do not speak of.”

“Exactly! So isn't it possible Steve is the same?”

“No!”

“I’m serious! Think about it, do you remember him ever doing or saying anything shitty to you directly? Or was he just there in the background while his friends did?”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. “Assholery by proxy is still assholery.”

“I don’t think that’s a word.”

“Come on Chris!” Eddie whined. Had they been alone he might have even stomped his feet. “Don’t make me do this. Can’t I share with you?”

“You know I live with Robin.”

“Okay, and? It’s only for the Summer. She can stay with Steve, since they are apparently best friends, and I can stay with you! It’s a perfect solution.”

Chrissy shook her head. “Our room is a single and I love the shit out of you, but I draw the line at sharing a bed.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, does that mean you finally got your act together and told her how you feel?”

Chrissy turned bright red and threw her hand over his mouth. “Oh my god. SHUT. UP. Of course I haven't told her!!” She whisper-shouted.

Eddie scrunched his face and tried to talk, but Chrissy refused to move her hand. So, naturally, he licked it.

“Gross!” Chrissy yanked her hand back with a look of disgust.

“Jeez, I know it’s not the tongue you were hoping for, but it wasn’t that bad!” Eddie said, cackling.

Chrissy whirled around, probably worried that Robin had overheard them, but Eddie was a good friend. As much as he liked to mess with her, he’d been keeping a close eye on the other side of the room, and Steve and Robin were too engrossed in their own whisper-shouting match to pay them any attention.

Eddie leaned forward, speaking close to her ear. “Are you telling me that you and Robin run this place together all day, and share a bed every night, and you still don’t think she likes you back?”

“It’s not like that!” Chrissy insisted. “We make more money from the doubles. Financially it made more sense for us to live in one of the singles. We’re just…two really good friends having a never ending sleepover.”

Eddie wasn’t convinced and honestly it didn’t sound like she was either, but he’d drop it for now. “Whatever you say.”

“So, what do you think about sharing with Steve?”

Eddie groaned. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! I’m sure you two will get along fine. Who knows, maybe you’ll discover you have some things in common.” She sounded so optimistic, it was her one flaw.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yes, I'm sure we’ll come out of this as the best of friends.”

“That’s the spirit!” Chrissy cheered.

“I was being sarcastic!!” Eddie hissed.

Apparently Steve had also agreed to this outrageous living arrangement, reluctantly Eddie guessed, though he did an excellent job at hiding how unhappy he must be about it. The guy was all smiles. It made Eddie want to punch him in the face.

Eddie, on the other hand, would not be making any effort to hide his true feelings. Partly because he didn’t care, but mostly because he’d never been any good at it. For better or worse Eddie lived his life as something of an open book. From the time he was a small child he was told by friends, family, and teachers that they could practically read every thought as it crossed his face.

Chrissy had to leave for a meeting with the bank, nothing bad she assured him, they were just looking into an additional small loan to make more improvements on the place, but that left Robin to show him and Steve to their room.

Eddie liked Robin well enough, but he’d only ever hung out with her and Chrissy. He worried that she might act differently or something with Steve around. It became clear, however, when he heard her call the guy dingus for the 3rd time during their 5 minute journey, that his worry was unfounded. Robin was Robin, and she changed for no one. He appreciated that, and kept his guard up, ready to defend her if need be. He expected Steve to finally have enough and lash out, to be the mean girl he remembered from years ago, but it never happened.

Man, this guy was good.

The Buckingham was the kind of motel where all the doors opened to the outside. Some towards the front street, giving a beautiful view of the ocean, others opened up to the pool area in the backyard. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was a perk of being friends with the owner, or a consolation for the mix up, but he and Steve were given a room on the second floor, ocean side. There was even a cute little wooden bench next to their door, "In case you two ever want to sit out and watch the sunrise,” or so said Robin.

Eddie hadn’t woken before 10am voluntarily since he graduated and he didn’t think the lure of a few pretty colors in the sky was going to end that streak, but he politely kept that thought to himself.

“That’s a nice thought, Robs, though I think I'll get to see plenty of sunrises at work too” Steve chuckled.

Robin shuddered. “You’re a better man than me.” She said.

“What does that mean?” Eddie asked, unable to quell his curiosity.

“I’m working as a lifeguard on the beach, so I'll be up at the crack of dawn nearly every day anyway.”

Eddie grimaced. Jesus Christ, a prick and an early riser. Lovely.

“Don’t worry.” Steve added quickly. “I'll be careful not to wake you up. I know how to be stealthy, like a ninja.”

It was the dorkiest way he could have said it, and Eddie almost cracked a smile, but he held firm in his grumpiness by the skin of his teeth. “You’d better.”

Steve performed a little cross-your-heart gesture. “Seriously, my roommate in college was a really light sleeper, so I have a lot of practice being quiet.”

Eddie’s lip nearly betrayed him, twitching upwards like a traitor. Luckily, Robin drew Steve’s attention away, allowing him a moment to regain control.

“Oh, I’ll just bet you do.” Robin teased.

Steve’s cheeks flushed, but he ignored her and turned back to Eddie. “What about you? Are you getting a job, or just hanging out?”

“Hate to break it to you, Harrington, but I got a part time gig bartending at a place a few blocks over. The guy even said he’d let me play sometimes when the regular live acts are on break. Looks like we’ll be living on opposite schedules. We may never see each other awake.” The last part was said almost gleefully.

Steve’s smile wavered for a second, but quickly returned to its full power. “Well, lucky for you I’m a very heavy sleeper, so you don't have to worry about waking me up when you come home. Even if you did, I usually have no trouble going back to sleep, so it’s not a big deal.”

Eddie grit his teeth. He was annoyed. What did he have to do to get a rise out of this guy, huh? To get a peek behind the mask? And who did he think he was, saying ‘lucky for you’? The only person it was lucky for was Steve, because he would be damned if he’d be tip-toeing around his own place.

Robin handed them each a key to the room and left them to it, once she confirmed that both keys worked and that they didn’t have any questions.

The room was small.

Two queen beds made up the majority of the space, with a single nightstand wedged between them. A T.V. sat on top of a small dresser with six drawers. There was a tiny closet, and an efficiency kitchen consisting of a small sink, mini-fridge, microwave, two burner cooktop, and a little table with two chairs.

Eddie dropped his bags in the middle of the floor. As much as he would have liked to just keep ignoring Steve, the space was tight enough that they would have to dance around each other the whole time they were unpacking. They also needed to figure out how they were going to split everything.

“Alright, how do you want to do this?”

The only thing Steve expressed a preference for was taking the bed closest to the door, which sounded like some alpha male bullshit to Eddie, honestly. As if Steve needed to be the first line of defense if someone were to break in while they were sleeping. The idea was ridiculous and definitely not at all sexy.

Eddie wanted the bed by the window anyway, so it was fine.

Once that was negotiated, they began to put their things away. It was all too easy, Steve kept deferring to him, even offering to give up one of his drawers when he realized how much stuff Eddie had. It was infuriating, borderline suspicious. What did he expect to get out of all this politeness and generosity? There was no one here to impress!

Eddie curtly refused the offer, which Steve only shrugged at, saying there would be plenty of extra closet space anyway, as he only had a few dress shirts to hang up. Eddie gave up then, leaving about half of his band tees in one of the bags and kicked it under the bed before throwing himself on top of it. He watched through barely open eyelids as Steve pulled his extensive collection of very tiny swim trunks out of his bag, and contemplated the injustices of the world.

He laid there quietly brooding as Steve found a home for every single item he’d managed to squeeze into the small suitcase. It was frankly impressive, not that Eddie would ever tell him that.

Finally, Steve picked up a rather large toiletry bag and wandered away. Eddie followed. This was something he had to see, the guy hadn’t been called ‘The Hair’ for nothing.

He stood in the doorway and watched through the mirror as Steve hummed softly to himself, arranging his plethora of hair and skin care products in their small bathroom, being ever so careful to only take up half of the counter space.

For some reason, that was the final straw.

“What’s your deal?” Eddie snapped. It was more of an accusation than a question, and he prayed Steve would rise to the bait.

Of course he didn’t, remaining frustratingly calm and collected as he asked in return, “What do you mean?”

Eddie growled. “I just don’t appreciate the nice act, okay, King Steve? I’d rather you be real, and be a dick, than this fake polite bullshit.”

For half a second Steve looked almost sad, like Eddie had hurt his feelings, but it was gone so quickly that he assumed he imagined it.

Steve smiled and shook his head, finally looking up to make eye contact with Eddie’s reflection. “I don’t know what to tell you, man. What you see is pretty much what you get. King Steve? Now that shit was an act.”

Fine, if Steve wanted to pretend he was a good guy now, Eddie would just have to see how far he could push him. Sure his BFF was an out and proud lesbian, but how would he react knowing that the guy he was going to share a room with for the next 12 weeks was gay?

“Y’know, we should probably work out a system for when we want to bring dates home. I remember your reputation for getting around with the ladies, and I know I'm hoping to bring more than a few guys back for a nightcap after the bar closes, if you catch my drift. So, what do you think?” Eddie had started out his little speech feeling brave and a bit cocky, but by the end of it there was sweat pooling on his upper lip, and he was thinking maybe this wasn’t the best way to come out to a former jock who could probably snap him in two with half a thought.

It elicited exactly zero reaction. Steve didn’t miss a beat, didn’t even bat an eye before he asked, “What, like, putting a tie on the door or something?”

Eddie wanted to scream.

“I’m sure we can do better than that.” He huffed, looking erratically around the rest of their room until he spotted the set of hang tags sitting on the table in the kitchen area.

Eddie beamed.Most hotels just had the standard ‘please service’ or ‘do not disturb’ messages on their tags, but of course the girls would try and get creative with it.

“Here, these’ll work.” Eddie said, barely managing to hold back a laugh as he held the first one up for Harrington to look at.

Steve read aloud. “Out to sea. Cute.”

“Right, so we can use this one when the coast is clear, and this one when one of us has a guest.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled as he raised the other sign.

“My boat is docked. Do not disturb.” Steve said, cheeks turning pink as he read.

“See?! It’s perfect.” Eddie beamed.

As it turned out, Eddie was right. He and Steve had been cohabitating for 4 days already and he hadn’t seen the guy awake since they went to bed that first night after a meal of chinese takeout and a bad movie.

Steve was already asleep when Eddie got back from the bar at 2am each night, and he was long gone by the time Eddie rolled out of bed in the morning. Though, in his continued campaign to act like a good person, Steve had made a habit of leaving half a pot of coffee on the warmer for him. Eddie thought about dumping it out of spite, but it was…nice.

It brought back memories of Wayne doing the same, leaving coffee and often food out on the kitchen table for him to easily grab on his way out the door, because his uncle knew he wouldn’t have anything otherwise. It was comforting, and though he knew Steve didn’t really mean it that way, it made Eddie feel taken care of. He’d take that feeling where he could get it for now, even if it came from someone he couldn’t stand.

Work was busy that night. It was his first Saturday night behind the bar, and the place was absolutely heaving with sweaty bodies grinding themselves together to the tune of whatever shitty top 40’s cover the band played. Anytime he had a moment to breathe he found himself scanning the crowd. Chrissy had assured him that their part of town was queer friendly, though there was no actual gay bar to speak of, but he had yet to notice a single guy that set his radar off, until now.

He was tall, blonde, insanely tanned, and sure, Eddie usually preferred brunettes, but when the pickings were slim, beggars couldn’t be choosers. He was cute enough, and he was looking at Eddie like he wanted to eat him alive.

Perfect.

Eddie knew he looked good. He’d put a little more thought into getting ready than he had on previous days, knowing that the weekend crowd would give him a better chance. His black jeans were skin tight, and the boss had let him cut his white uniform t-shirt into a crop top, showing off a strip of pale skin and trim waist anytime he raised his arms. To top it all off, he’d worn his hair up today with just a few tendrils falling around his face. Honestly, that had been mostly to ward off the heat, but he also knew it was one of his best looks. He met the nameless man’s gaze from across the room and held it firm as he dried a pint glass, raising his eyebrow in question.

The man smiled glancing at his friends, who were far too busy chatting up a group of barely legal young girls to pay him any mind, before sauntering up to lean across the bar.

“What time do you get off, gorgeous?”

Eddie smirked. “Meet me by the side door in an hour.”

The streets were quiet as Eddie and his new friend walked the few blocks from the bar to the motel. A fact they took full advantage of, stopping to shove their tongues down each other's throats at regular intervals along the way.

So caught up in finally getting a little action, it wasn’t until Eddie was leading the way up the stairs to their floor that he remembered Steve. It was late, guaranteeing that he would already be in bed fast asleep. Somehow, Eddie hadn’t considered this little problem when they’d worked out the whole do-not-disturb sign system. Oh well, he’d just have to wake Steve up and tell him to get out for a while.

He told his date to wait outside while he got rid of his roommate and slipped inside the dark room. He looked down at Steve’s sleeping form and almost changed his mind. It didn’t feel right to kick him out of his own bed just so he could get off, but then Eddie remembered the way Tommy Hagan, Steve’s second in command, used to spit the word queer in his face as he shoved him into the lockers, and he found all the motivation he needed.

“Hey, Harrington?” Eddie murmured as he shook Steve's shoulder.

Steve stirred, waking slowly and frowning up at Eddie with heavy eyelids.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice was thick with sleep but also with worry.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. Oh.

He hesitated to answer for a moment, but quickly shook himself out of it.

Don’t start feeling bad about this now, Munson, get your shit together.

“Nothing, I, um, just need the room for a bit?”

Real smooth.

Steve frowned harder. “What? I don’t…”

Eddie saw the moment it clicked.

“Oh. Ok, I'll just take a blanket down to one of the pool loungers.”

“Great. I’ll let you know when.. he’s gone.” Eddie said, opening the door and moving aside to let Steve pass.

He had expected to feel a sense of satisfaction for managing a hook up before Steve did, but as Eddie watched him shuffle off wrapped up in a blanket after giving the blonde an awkward nod, he just kinda felt like a jerk.

Bar guy hurried inside and shut the door behind him, kissing Eddie hard and crowding him into the wall before dropping to his knees right there. He made quick work of the fly on Eddie’s jeans and had them pulled down around his thighs in a matter of seconds. Eddie moaned as his length was engulfed by the warm wetness of an eager mouth, and all thoughts of feeling bad about Steve drifted away under the attention of a stranger's talented tongue. Eddie came quickly and eagerly returned the favor. After a quick cleanup and no cuddling, blondie was gone, and Eddie went down to the pool to wake Steve.

Chapter 2

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Dangerous Places: 3

“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Winter says after another hour of questions. How old are you? How did you get out? How did you get mixed up in Hydra? What are you hiding from us? Who did you belong to? Over and over, like they were trying to catch you in a lie. You give them as little as you can, you know better than to give them ammunition to use against you. Honestly, you’re kind of surprised that they haven’t dragged Peter in here yet to use against you.

“We’re gonna bring her back. A peace offering.” He says and your heart plummets into your stomach.

“I’d rather you just kill me yourself.” You tell him seriously, you still haven’t told them who you’d belonged to, and if you can avoid it you’ll continue to keep that to yourself. Crossbones is second in command at Hydra now, at least from what you heard on the streets, you didn’t know what the two men would do with the information.

“No.” Captain says and Winter looks sharply over at him.

“What?”

“Since when are you the boss of the Howlies Buck? You don’t get to make those decisions.”

“Your judgement is clouded!”

“Maybe.” Captain agrees, “but we’re not just turning her over to them. I don’t want to ally with Hydra, I want to destroy them.”

“I know but,”

“No.” He growls and the ferocity in that single word is enough to make goosebumps rise on your arms. “We play this the way we have been, she changes nothing.”

“You’re going to just let her go?” Hope springs in your chest, please say yes, please say he’s just going to let you go.

“No, she’ll stay here until this is over.”

“Wait. What no.” You say finally interrupting their conversation about you. “I can’t just stay here.”

“Buck, go help Sam.” Captain says ignoring you until Winter swaggers out of the room, “Why not?” He asks.

“I have a job. A life. I can’t stay here.”

“Where do you work?”

“107. I’m a bartender, I can’t just not show up for work.”

“Not a problem.” Captain says sounding bored as you slip off of the counter and limp your way over to him.

“I cannot get fired.”

“You won’t.”

“You haven’t met my boss.” You argue and he pulls his phone from his pocket.

“Who? Thor?” He says still not looking at you.

“How do you know Thor?”

“I’m his boss.”

“You’re, what?”

“His boss, and yours apparently. Although he’s supposed to tell me when we have new hires so we’ll be having a conversation about that tomorrow. Consider yourself on paid leave.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I absolutely can. I own 107 and Nomad’s, as well as the building you were living in and a few other properties.”

“I can’t stay here all my stuff,”

“Is being picked up. Any other concerns that I can handle for you?” You scowl up at him but Captain only grins down at you. “Let me know what kind of food you want to eat and I’ll have someone pick it up.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re a liability. Hydra thinks I’m willing to cooperate but if they find out I’m hiding one of Rumlow’s girls in one of my buildings shit is gonna hit the fan. I won’t be able to convince them I didn’t know, I run too tight a ship for that. So I’m keeping you here, safe, protected and out of sight until I destroy them.”

“How did you know I was with him?”

“I know what his brand looks like. Last time I was too late, I won’t make that mistake again.” He gaze darkens and you very quickly decide not to ask. “So, this is your life until I destroy Hydra.”

“Um no thanks.” You tell him moving toward the door. You know he’s just humoring you as pain ripples through your foot with each step.

“What are you planning on doing Bunny? You’re hurt and I’ve caught you once.”

“I will not be controlled again.”

“Don’t think of it as control, think of it as protection.” You turn to scowl at him and stumble backwards with how close he’s standing to you. Captain catches your arm and gently rights you, “I know you don’t want this Bunny but if I could think of a better way to not have to bring you back I would.”

“Let me go.” You beg, it’s hard to look at him because you’re on the verge of tears but you force them back.

“I can’t.” He says, he looks like he actually feels bad that he can’t let you go. “I want this shit over as soon as possible but I have to be careful.”

“What does that have to do with me? I’m not his anymore, I never wanted to be his like that.”

“What do you mean?” You open your mouth but words don’t come, instead a sob passes your lips and he holds out a hand for you but he moves too quickly and you flinch away. He doesn’t move, just freezes where he’s standing and you attempt a half step back away from him but you bump into the couch. When you risk a glance up at him he looks furious, you drop your gaze immediately and pray that you haven’t offended him.

“You don’t leave.” He says tightly before stalking out of the room. The door slams shut behind him and a soft whimper passes your lips. You sink back onto the back of the couch and look down at your throbbing feet, blood has seeped through one of the bandages so you slide to the floor and crawl your way to where you know the first aid kit is. You’re not too concerned about the blood, feet bleed forever and you haven’t been overly gentle with your feet.

You sit on the floor and add more gauze to your feet, wrapping them tighter than Captain had so the bleeding will hopefully stop. You’ve got to clean the floor too, there’s a blood trail leading from the door to the couch. Captain is still unpredictable, you know he was furious when he left, the slamming of the door told you that, but you don’t know why. That makes you uneasy.

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More Trigun Reverse Isekai Headcanons

How the turntables! The Trigun crew are on our turf now!

(generalized excerpts of a personal fic I've been writing, that I plan to never release)

Vash

Would probably enjoy cosplay. You accidentally use his real name at a con, and the person he's talking to just goes, "If your real name is Vash why are you cosplaying [character]? you could have been Vash the Stampede!"

"I'm always Vash the Stampede, I wanna be someone else for a little bit, dammit!" He retorts playfully.

Would probably be a Godly House Husband. He's very creative, and loves messing with cooking recipes, and feel like the type who enjoys feeling productive.

Taking him to a Botanical Garden for the first time, he nearly lost his damn mind. Like a kid in a candy shop, he bounces around from plant to plant, gently feeling it's leaves, reading the descriptor plaques, and making sure to take pictures on his phone as he explores every inch.

He loves to walk on the nature trail closest to your house. Once he learns how to drive (and not crash the vehicle) he goes on a walk as part of his morning routine, which he insists on keeping, despite not having to keep up with it anymore.

On a similar note, homeboy can't relax. Due to his past traumas, he has a hard time believing the nomadic, misery filled life he had is truly over. He often has nightmares, and ends up curled up with you by morning because of it. He has his own room, but most of the time he just sleeps in bed with you.

Despite having a cellphone, he's pretty inept at using it. He's kind of like a grandma using Facebook for the first time. After an incident with a bot, you make sure to teach him about internet safety.

A little nsfw-y, but once Vash realized that water is plenty supply on earth, he takes as many baths and showers as he can, whenever he can. He also drags you along with him.

Wolfwood

He has a job at the local bar as a bartender. You told him you wouldn't buy his cigarettes, so he makes his own money for his cancer sticks.

He's very interested in Earth's weather patterns and meteorology. Whether it be local weather, or weather of other countries, he's always looking at weird weather documentaries, daily weather, and looking at weather almanacs to test their accuracy.

The first time he ever saw snow and rain, he thought the end was near, and the rapture had begun.

Yeah, you helped him get a motorcycle. It gave you two something to work on in the garage together. He, working on his motorcycle, and you, working on your vehicle's maintenance.

Nicholas is another who often has rampant nightmares. Like Vash, he tends to end up in bed with you, soon just becoming his permanent sleeping place, despite having a sleeping space of his own.

Knives

Still hates humans as much as ever, but without anyone to exact revenge on the existence of Plants (because they don't exist in our world) his anger needed to be directed somewhere. Thus, you introduced him to video games. As many as you could get your hands on. Though his favorites are First Person Shooters with high stakes and higher kill counts, he gained a soft spot for games like Mass Effect, Castlevania, and even Animal Crossing.

To make money, he's a streamer. He ends up gaining a cult of followers very quickly. I mean, just in general he's hot af, but then you have people who just kind of know he's Knives Millions.

Knives' 'cover up story' is that him and his twin brother were homeschooled to travelling parents, and loved Trigun so much that they modelled their entire lives off of them. Style to legal name changes, and even the Mole 'tattoos' on their faces. It seems to keep people satisfied, so you seem it safe.

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A3! Tsukioka Tsumugi | R - Nomadic Bartender | Translation

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

Help from Tsumugi-sensei / 1

Tsumugi: “At first, I could make a living as a hunter, but I can’t maintain seven children with it—” Tasuku: Huh? Are you reading the script here? Tsumugi: Ah, Tasuku. Tasuku: …Want me to join you? Tsumugi: Do you want to? Tasuku: Yeah. I wanted to review the parts I did in today’s practice. Tsumugi: Then, please do. Ehm, from this line here—.

Tasuku: Why don’t we leave it here for today? Tsumugi: Sure. Thank you for joining me, Tasuku. Tasuku: Thanks to you too. Tsumugi: Reading the script made me feel like the story for this time is fascinating. Tsumugi: As expected of Tsuzuru-kun, he added surprises to the setting for my character, Hunter. Tasuku: He even has seven children. Tsumugi: Exactly. Tsumugi: But that means I have to prepare to play a father-like role. Tasuku: A father… that’s unexpectedly difficult. Tsumugi: But playing a role I haven’t experienced before— Tasuku: It’s the best part about acting.

Cafe employee: Thank you for your visit. Tsumugi: We ended up staying until the closing hour. I hope we didn’t bother the employee… Banri: It’s alright. That’s their job, after all. Sakuya: — Banri: Huh? Isn’t that Sakuya? Sakuya: Tsumugi-san, Banri-kun! Nice to see you! Tsumugi: Good evening, Sakuya-kun. Are you coming back from the daycare? Banri: Do you always come back at this hour? Sakuya: Actually, one of the teachers wasn’t feeling well and took a temporary break. So we are a little short-handed at the moment… Sakuya: That’s why I stayed helping until late today. Tsumugi: I understand… It must be hard. Sakuya: The daycare principal and some others are looking for someone to help there, but they haven’t found any… Banri: Well, the short-term makes it quite hard. Sakuya: But the teacher will return soon, so I will do my best until then! Tsumugi: — Tsumugi: —So Sakuya-kun. Sakuya: Hm?

Sakuya: Everyone, can you listen to me for a moment? Child A: O~kay! Child B: What is it~, Sakuya-sensei? Sakuya: You see, there’s someone I would like to introduce to you. Sakuya: …Please, come in! Tsumugi: It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Tsumugi Tsukioka and I will be with you for a while.

Help from Tsumugi-sensei / 2

Tsumugi: You can call Tsumugi-sensei. I hope we can get along well. Child A: Tsumugi-sensei! Child B: Let’s get along! Sakuya: Then, why don’t we start playing with Tsumugi-sensei? Children: Okay! Tsumugi: (I feel a bit nervous… about working in the daycare.)

- Flashback starts - Tsumugi: … So Sakuya-kun. Sakuya: Hm? Tsumugi: Can I be appointed to help in the daycare? Sakuya: Eh?! Tsumugi… you want to do it? Tsumugi: My role for the next play is a father of seven children. Tsumugi: So I thought I might get a clue about how to play my role if I interact with the little children in the daycare… Banri: Oh, that makes sense. Tsumugi: Of course, I don’t want to do it only for my role study— Tsumugi: I’ll do my tasks diligently because I want to help in Sakuya-kun’s part-time job. Tsumugi: —What do you think? Sakuya: Someone as kind and reliable as Tsumugi-san might be totally welcomed! Banri: Yeah, I agree. They can trust everything will go well with Tsumugi-san. Tsumugi: Then… Sakuya: Yes. I will talk with my superiors about it! - Flashback ends -

Tsumugi: (I’ll do my best not to cause trouble for Sakuya-san or the superiors.) Sakura: Tsumugi-sensei, let’s play~! Kaede: Over here, Tsumugi-sensei! Tsubaki: We have a lot of toys~. Tsumugi: (The last name in their name tag is “Hinamori”… Which means they are Kasumi-san’s daughters.) Kaede: What do we do today? Sakura: I want to do origami! Tsumugi: Fufu, sounds good. Then, let’s fold them together. Tsubaki: Hmm, like this… and then this! Tsumugi: Wow, amazing! It’s a lop-eared dog. Sakura: Do one too, sensei! Tsumugi: Okay, I will try to make something. Tsumugi: Like this then this… and, I finished. Tsubaki: What is it, sensei? Tsumugi: We draw a face here, then add hands and legs… look, his name is Sankaku-kun. Tsubaki: So cute~! Child A: Eh, I want to see. Child B: It’s true. So cute! Child C: Tsumugi-sensei, make one for me too! Tsumugi: Okay. Hm, we fold here, and then we do this… okay, here you go. Child C: Thanks! Child B: Tsumugi-sensei is so nice~. Child A: I want my father to be like Tsumugi-sensei. Tsumugi: Ahaha… thanks, I guess?

Child A: Goodbye, Tsumugi-sensei! Tsumugi: Goodbye. Kasumi: Huh? Tsumugi-kun? Tsumugi: Kasumi-san! Good evening. Kasumi: What are you doing here, Tsumugi-kun? Tsumugi: Some things happened, and I’ll be helping here for some time. Kasumi: I see! Did my girls give you any trouble? Tsumugi: None, they were very good children. I’m a new face, and even so, they have been nice to me. Tsumugi: When I was playing with them, I thought it was Kasumi-san’s care that made them grow as kind children. Kasumi: Eeh? I will be embarrassed if you directly tell me something like that! Kaede: Yawn… Tsubaki: Papa, Kaede-chan is sleepy. Kasumi: I see, let’s go home fast then. Tsumugi: Then, thank you for everything. Kasumi: No, no, thanks to you! Tsumugi: Goodbye, Sakura-chan, Kaede-chan, and Tsubaki-chan. Sakura: Goodbye, Sakuya-sensei and Tsumugi-sensei. Sakuya: Goodbye! Tsumugi: … Sakuya: What’s wrong, Tsumugi-san? Tsumugi: …Nothing. Tsumugi: It’s just that the back of a true father is sturdy, don’t you think? Sakuya: …Yes, I think the same!

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Chapter 6

While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.

Relevant tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut (it finally starts getting spicy in a couple more chapters!), Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use

Chapters posted 1-2x weekly!

Read the full fic so far on AO3

Read previous chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3 l Ch. 4 l Ch. 5

Chapter 6 summary: Dara, stranded without her ship, is looking for work.

It was well into the evening when Dara came strolling through the door of Cid’s parlor. Tech and Wrecker were playing Dejarik while Crosshair moped in a dark corner, tonguing a toothpick and glaring at the other patrons. She sidled up to the bar next to Hunter and Echo and threw them a charming smile. “Next round’s on me, boys.”

“Dara! You found us.” Hunter seemed relatively pleased to see her despite what they had learned. The others crowded around to greet her, chatting and taking the proffered drinks, which Cid served up with an expression indicating that it was an enormous inconvenience to her to perform what was ostensibly her job.

Crosshair had expected that it wouldn’t be long before they saw more of the woman. What he hadn’t expected was for the others to react so strongly to Dara’s return, even with their misgivings about her motivations. It didn’t hurt, he supposed, that she was pretty. Her silver hair gleamed hypnotically under the neon, and she had a pale smattering of freckles across the bridge of her strong, well-shaped nose. With her concussion and injuries now fully faded, she performed the part of agreeable, easygoing traveler of the galaxy much better than she had when she’d first woken up on the Marauder. In fact, she seemed to know exactly how to get along with them all, leaning over and listening intently to Tech, giving Wrecker a light squeeze on the arm and a laugh, even shooting a wink that made Echo blush a little.

It made the sniper more suspicious than ever.

He was certain that this was a façade. The fury and hostility, on the other hand, that was real—they were feelings he knew all-too-well. Despite his wariness, Crosshair found himself drifting in the direction of the group, thinking of all the ways he could needle at Dara until he finally coaxed a reaction out of her and pried back all those careful layers.

The men were laughing at one of her anecdotes—something about a pirate she had briefly bartended for on some remote, backwater planet—when Crosshair approached. “Waddaya think, you planning on ever working for pirates again after all that?” Wrecker was asking.

“Nah, I’ve had enough. They all get a little too trigger happy when you try to cut them off at the end of the night. Although I’ve had worse jobs. Speaking of which…” Dara glanced around thoughtfully at the group. “You all wouldn’t know where I could pick up a bit of work, would you? Without my ship, I’m finding myself a bit too stretched for credits to move on at the moment. Not to mention homeless.”

“You can come with us!” Wrecker burst out enthusiastically.

“Wrecker,” Crosshair hissed. The last thing he wanted was this woman tagging along. They didn’t even know for certain who she was.

“What? Tech was just saying the next few jobs for Cid would be easier with an extra person.” The large man didn’t care much about whatever Dara might be hiding from them. He’d spent years being shot at and running eagerly toward danger; it was hard to imagine one person—particularly one that was apparently no friend to the Empire—being a threat.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be much use to you,” Dara intervened. “I can handle myself okay, but I’m not sure what I could contribute besides another pair of hands.”

Hunter and Tech exchanged a thoughtful glance. “Well…” Hunter began slowly.

Tech picked up the thread. “We were just saying that it would be ideal to have someone stay behind with the Marauder to provide a pick-up on our next job. But we need everyone else with us to infiltrate the site.”

“I mean… I can fly a ship,” Dara replied, her eyes brightening. “And I’ll be out of your hair as soon as you don’t need me anymore.”

“We don’t need you now,” Crosshair growled.

Dara deferred expertly. “Of course not. I don’t want to get in your way.” Crosshair was certain she was doing it on purpose; the moment she downplayed herself, permitted the sniper the upper hand, the others reflexively felt compelled to defend her.

“You wouldn’t be in the way,” Echo insisted. “Crosshair himself said you took down four Imperials. That’s not nothing.”

It was down to Hunter to make the call. He gave a decisive nod. “You can join us for the next job. On a trial basis,” he added, to appease Crosshair.

Dara smiled and thanked them all profusely, looking pleased. Downing the last dregs of their drinks and giving Cid a nod, the group exited the bar, heading their way through Ord Mantell’s narrow streets toward the Marauder.

When they arrived at the ship, Wrecker showed Dara toward the cargo hold, where she could string up the hammock she kept stored neatly in her pack and settle in for the night. The ship had quieted and all the others were tucked into their bunks when Crosshair, arms folded, appeared, leaning against the doorway.

“Yes?” Dara asked sweetly. Her fingers were intertwined behind her head, and her hammock swayed gently back and forth. He swore that she looked smug, knowing she had made her way into the Marauder and onto the team against his protests.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, burk’yc,” he warned. “My brothers might fall for a nice smile, but I know better.”

Dara’s eyes seemed to flash in the half-light. “Jealous, Bullseye? Did you want me to smile at you, too?” Her tone was almost flirtatious, but her mouth was a severe, cold line. Whatever her motivations, she was uninterested in performing friendliness for him the way she was for his brothers—or, perhaps, she had accepted that there was no point.

He continued to stare at her, unmoved. The woman looked away with a shrug, closing her eyes. She didn’t know how long he stood there before retiring, on silent, catlike feet, to his own bunk.

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guyenthusiast · 7 months

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To celebrate Nomadic Bartender. Otsu everyone~

#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#guy lastname #a3! guy

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prideoftheknights · 7 months

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WINTER TROUPE 10TH PLAY: NOMADIC BARTENDER 【CHAPTER 1】

MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

translation under the cut!

Customer A: One gimlet please.

Guy: Understood.

Customer B: ...The way he mixes the drinks so masterfully is clean.

Customer A: Ah, you're right. Each and every movement he makes is really smooth.

Customer B: Whenever he makes cocktails, it feels like he's doing some sort of magic...

Customer A: Even just watching is fun too.

Guy: Thank you very much. Sorry to keep you waiting.

[Bell ringing SFX]

Syu: ......

I think I'll have a gibson today.

Guy: Coming right up.

Syu: Winter Troupe's next play should be beginning soon, right?

Guy: Yes. We'll be having a meeting about the contents of the play soon. I'll be happy if you're able to come see our play again.

Syu: Seems like the Spring, Summer and Autumn troupes all had the last member to join playing their second lead roles this time, so Guy will be next right?

It'll be a big day for the master who's always serving me delicious drinks, so I'll definitely be watching.

Guy: ...Thank you for waiting.

Syu: The bar's always crowded but strangely, I find it relaxing here.

That reminds me, I was thinking of bringing an old friend here next time. I might've told you before but this man used to be my dad's assistant.

After my dad passed, he left the group and we lost contact. But the other day, I met him by chance.

Guy: Since that is the case, do feel free to meet up at the store. I'll be waiting for you both.

Tsuzuru: To start off, we've decided the lead will be Guy as planned before; so next up, we'll have to decide on what the theme will be...

Guy-san, do you have anything you wanna do?

Homare: Since our fourth plays, Guy-san has racked up a lot of experience; he's even become a prominent theatre nerd. Wouldn't anything be fine?

Guy: Actually, since I'd known I would be the next lead for quite a while now, I've already thought about this in advance.

Do you think you'd be able to write a story about a job again, a bartender theme?

Izumi: Bartender?

Guy: I started my bar because I wanted to promote Zafra's culture in a different way from Citronia, but now it's become a big part of my life.

That's why I wanted to face it again through a play.

Tsumugi: If our play is set in a bar, there'll be a mature atmosphere that only we can create as the Winter Troupe!

Tasuku: And it suits Guy-san, too.

Izumi: But the job theme overlaps with our previous play Sunny Blanc though, so we need to make sure to differentiate the two properly.

Tsuzuru: How about we mix the bartender profession with something else?

Izumi: Something else, huh... Like a bartender who works in a market stall? I think there's a manga that has a story like that.

Tasuku: How about mixing bartending with battle?

Hisoka: Come to think of it... Earlier, customers were saying that Guy's cocktails looked like magic.

Tsuzuru: Magic... How about a bartending wizard?

Homare: Indeed, winter troupe has not performed many plays with a fantasy genre.

Azuma: I think the wizard aspect will suit Guy's mysterious image.

Tasuku: Sounds good.

Tsumugi: There'll be a clear difference between the florist theme of Sunny Blanc, so I'm in favour of this idea too.

Tsuzuru: I'll be moving forward with the script in this direction, then.

Izumi: We'll be counting on you!

Guy: I'm looking forward to it.

Izumi: (It's been a while since his last lead role, so Guy-san's all fired up now. I wonder how this next play's gonna turn out~)

Guy: ......

Azuma: I haven't seen that charm in a while.

Guy: I'm reporting to my father about me being the next play's lead.

Azuma: ...I see.

Guy: It's impossible right now, but I hope there will be a day where I get to tell him this in person.

Azuma: I'm sure your feelings will reach your father.

Guy: ...Yeah.

MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

#a3 translation #a3!#act addict actors #a3! translation #guy nishiki #a3! guy #azuma yukishiro #a3! azuma #tsumugi tsukioka #a3! tsumugi #tasuku takato #a3! tasuku #homare arisugawa #a3! homare #hisoka mikage #a3! hisoka

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A3! Yukishiro Azuma - Nomadic Bartender Mini Conversations Translation

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Practice Conversation 1

So Stinger is a fortune teller, hm?

It reminds me of the fortune telling event I assisted with in the past.

I think I’ll ask Julian to tell me all about fortune telling to help me prepare for my role.

Moreover, Stinger, who I play, and Wiz, who Guy plays, have a complicated relationship.

I’d like to discuss with Guy and develop the scenes where they exchange words.

There are also magic and action scenes this time around, so I have to put in effort to practise those as well.

Practice Conversation 2

Banri also mentioned that he wanted to pay special attention to the direction of the magical action scenes.

Yesterday, Banri, Tsuzuru, Rento, and Akashi were all discussing them together.

The standing positions, effects, sound, and lighting…

They were talking about how to make them all work together.

They were shouting all kinds of sound effects and suggesting they should do this and that. They looked serious, but also like they were having fun. Their eyes were sparking.

Seeing them, I felt excited myself. And I felt that I should work even harder during our rehearsals.

Practice Conversation 3

Say, Director. What would you do if I told you that I’m actually a wizard?

Just like Stinger, I blend in with the regular folk…

But the truth is, I can use secret magic.

…Fufu. Just joking.

A wizard… I think it would be wonderful if I could save someone with magic or fortunes, and give advice…

Or make magic cocktails that solves people’s problems for them.

It sounds like a dreamy, fantasy world, doesn’t it?

I may not have those wonderous powers, but I can be there for someone and help them out.

Even though I’m not a wizard, I want to be someone who can always lend you a hand and who can be trusted by the princess that you are.

Azuma & Masumi Talk

Azuma: Speaking of bartenders, I recall that time you and Juza performed in the dorm’s hidden talent contest in the past. Fufu. You two performed flare bartending under the name “feat. Team Manju”, right?*

Masumi: Yeah. We dressed up as bartenders and performed using bottles and shakers.

Azuma: Your bartender’s outfit and performance were really dashing.

Masumi: Thanks to that, we won the hidden talent contest and Director told me she felt a different charm than usual… …I got a lot of help and advice from you back then.

Azuma: I’m glad if I could help. How about doing that performance again for the first time in a while?

Masumi: …Maybe. It made Director happy, so I’d like to try out some more difficult techniques and show her.

Azuma: When you’re able to drink alcohol, maybe I’ll ask bartender Masumi to mix up a drink for me.

Masumi: Well, I trained for my performance while listening to your advice. Of course, the very first drink I make will be for Director… But I can make one for you after that.

Azuma: Fufu, I’m delighted. I’ll look forward to it.

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*References the Everyone's Old Year, New Year event story

#a3!#a3! translation #yukishiro azuma #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!

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icharchivist · 8 months

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Here are the visuals for the Winter Troupe's 10th play, Nomadic Bartender!

Featuring Guy as lead and Hisoka as co lead! The duet will be named "STRAIGHT, NO CHASER"

#OGHHHGHH #ichablogging a3news #ichatalks about a3 #Guy a3 #winter troupe #Hisoka Mikage #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #azuma yukishiro #homare arisugawa

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folksaga-if · 11 months

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“It is a long story, and it does no credit to anyone: there is murder in it, and trickery, lies and foolishness, seduction and pursuit. Listen."

- Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology

You are a human. A totally normal one.

Honestly.

It’s manageable. You’re managing.

Or you were, until someone — someone who's decidedly not as good at this human thing as you are — begins leaving a trail of dead bodies at your doorstep, and a trio of god-like siblings take a seat at your bar.

(Ragnarök might have marked the end of the Norns, but that doesn't mean your fate died along with them.)

MAGNI THORSON .

(Well, the prince that he was. Just don’t let him hear you say that.)

MODI THORSON .

(Looks like even gods aren’t immune to middle-child syndrome. Who knew?)

THRÚD THORSDÓTTIR .

Valkyrie, seidhr, paragon of strength — with all of her mother’s best traits (and a few of her father’s worst), is it any wonder that Thor’s youngest child was also his favourite? Smarter than her half-brothers and more likeable by a longshot, you might find yourself forgetting how easily the fortune-telling goddess could break you in two. You might, but she’ll be happy to remind you if you do.

(Maybe a little too happy, in fact.)

KATLA B̶͍̏L̸̝͑O̵̟͠M̴̳̓Q̴̯̔V̵̺͆I̷̗͛S̵̠͒T̸̬̒ .

(It's just that it’s nice, being close to someone who’s so very human.)

THE MARE .

There’s a voice in your head and a shadow in your dreams, and they’re telling you to run. You probably shouldn’t trust them.

(…Right?)

Play as one of three runway creatures from Norse mythology — a cunning keeper of the forest, a charming warden of the lake, or a formidable guardian of the mountains. Each has its quirks (would you prefer a hollowed-out tree for a back, or webbed fingers and forearms covered in scales?), but they all have two key things in common: they’ll kill to protect their homes, and you’re definitely not one of them.

Choose your own fate, out of the countless that are presented to you. Had oatmeal instead of skyr with your breakfast this morning? You might have just brought about Ragnarök 2.0. Nice one, asshole.

Multiple romance options, with each available to pursue regardless of your gender or background. Ever wanted to kiss a god under a starry sky? Now's your chance! Or maybe you’re through with immortal beings and desperate to ask the pretty server on a date? Go for it! She’s definitely a human too. Totally. You’d be able to tell if she wasn’t. Wouldn’t you?

Save the world — or don’t. It's your choice, and isn't that what true freedom is all about?

Folksaga is inspired by The Edda, Norse mythology, and Twin Peaks, with a bit of tweaking to the myths as needed for the sake of plot. MC backgrounds have been adjusted to fit for all players regardless of gender identity, and creative liberty has been taken with some smaller points for a smoother storytelling experience. All changes will be explained in an FAQ post (too be added in the links below ASAP!)

The current demo consists of the prologue (introductory lore + character creation), which is about 20k words. I plan to post it in the next few weeks, after some edits + the completion of chapter one!

I expect it to be somewhere in the range of 600,000 to 700,000 words, but this is subject to change (and likely will due to my propensity for rambling text. oops.).

MC ORIGINS | RO INTROS | demo coming soon!

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #interact-if #choice of games #choicescript #cog #hosted games #hg #interactive game #text-based #norse mythology #twin peaks #romance #mystery #murder mystery #folksaga-if

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just-plenty-of-prompts · 1 year

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Rockstar prompts that don’t include being a groupie.

"I didn't get into this business to be liked. I got into this business to be heard."

"I've been on the road for so long, I feel like a nomad. But the stage, man, that's where I feel at home."

"The best thing about music is that it can bring people together. The worst thing is that it can tear them apart."

"I never cared about fame or fortune. I just wanted to create something that would stand the test of time."

"The only thing that matters is the music. Everything else is just noise."

"I may not have the voice of an angel, but I've got something to say, and I'm gonna say it loud."

"There's nothing more liberating than stepping on stage and letting your emotions pour out through your music."

"The road can be a lonely place, but the music keeps me company."

"When I'm on stage, I feel invincible. Nothing can stop me."

"Rock and roll isn't about being cool. It's about being true to yourself, even if that means being a little bit weird."

"I'm not a diva, I'm a rockstar. There's a difference. Divas wear feathers, I wear leather."

"I can't believe people still think rock and roll is dead. Clearly, they haven't seen my bank account."

"The only reason I'm still touring is because I'm too broke to retire. And I'm too old to learn a new skill."

"I don't need a personal assistant. I need a personal bartender."

"I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I prefer it in a plastic cup."

"I don't have a problem with authority. I just don't like being told what to do."

"My rider is longer than my setlist. Priorities, man."

"I used to be a rebel, but now I'm just a recluse. The rock and roll lifestyle is exhausting."

"I've got 99 problems, but a guitar ain't one."

"I'm not getting older, I'm getting better. And by better, I mean more stubborn and less tolerant of people who can't keep up with me."

Here you goooooo!

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breezypunk · 1 year

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2069-2082: Diary of a merc

2069: You were confused. You felt more alone than ever before. At only 19 you thought you had the world at your fingertips, but everything changed. You met a guy and you thought you were in love, but he turned out to be a prick. You relied on him for everything, you even told him your deepest secrets. He used it against you, and most of the clan ultimately turned hostile when seeing you around. You were hurting, emotionally more than anything. Is this what it felt like to be a burden?

Time to join snake nation! Except for you it was time to escape. You thought you could handle being on your own, it was better than being with people who wanted to see you at your worst. No, this was your time for freedom, to find people who accepted you for who you were, not what others wanted you to be to fit the mold, not what people thought a "proper" Bakker should be. You are a nomad, you are a fighter, you spent 4 years on the run searching for a place to call home. But you were alone, and it felt like a roller coaster. You ran into people who helped you briefly, you stayed in tents and abandoned trailers until you finally made your way to a place where you were destined to change your life. You found Night City, and maybe it was finally time to retire your nomad roots. You just wanted to rest for once in your life.

2074: Night City has been an interesting experience for you. You'd only been there for less than a year, and already found yourself with many enemies. You didn't know there were so many gangs walking around, but you found a home with The Mox. They took you in as one of their own when you had nothing to your name, some nights you barely remembered your name. Getting drunk and forgetting the bad shit was your calling. You frequented around Lizzie's bar for two months before being found by Susanna Quinn, who just became the new owner of the bar. You were grateful, but you were scared and understandably so. You were offered a job as a bartender to try and get back on your feet, and even started a small fling with Susanna herself when late nights after the bar was closed, you two found yourselves in her office talking about your pasts, and eventually one thing led to another. It wasn't based on true feelings, touch was always your love language, and you didn't know what real love felt like, you just wanted to feel like someone cared, you let anyone who could give you that in, even when you knew it was pretend.

You are a street kid, or rather.. you inherited the traits of one. In the back of your mind you wondered what it would be like to be a nomad again, where your true freedom really lies, but than remembered freedom was taken from you during that time. You just wanted to find yourself, and you are on the right track. You are accepted by your new friends, you knew The Mox would take care of you. For years after, you'd never forget who was there for you when you were at your lowest point.

2077: Things went ass up for you, and not in a good way. You found yourself in a lot of danger, but most importantly, you're quite literally going insane. Moving to Night City was suppose to be a positive change for you, but somehow, someway, Vaughn Leblanc always manages to find himself lying face down in a pile of cow shit. Question is, how do you find your way out? You meet someone. He begs you for help, and maybe you can hardly hear him because you're too busy staring, but he knows you need him as much as he needs you, and right now you're pretty much digging yourself a grave, with Johnny Silverhand on your left with a second shovel. You thought you were gonna make it in this world, you managed to get a job doing merc work, you found yourself an apartment, you were making the big bucks, kiddo. But nothing ever goes as planned in your life, and when did it ever? You had a choice, die or live. You wanted to live, and your talking emotional support brain tumor wanted to help you.

Times are officially tougher than they've ever been, but you're tougher than you've ever been, you had no choice. You lost everything, and it was up to you to find it, to start over and have this last chance to make something of your life before it was too late. You are a lone-wolf. You walked a lonely road, and lonely it was. It was a lesson well learned, you needed that taste of loneliness to get you were you are today. You were always a lone wolf, it just took you a long time to admit you liked it.

2082: After everything you've been through over the last few years, you've finally managed to find some peace in your life. You have obstacles, a lot in fact, but it's nothing you've never been able to get through. You've built an empire with your found family, to be there for each other and lean on each other through tough times, something that you've never experienced before moving to the big city. Running away from a group of people who couldn't have cared less was the best thing to ever happen to you.

You fell in love for real, you spent five years with someone who helped you understand what love truly felt like. You settled down and even got yourself an apartment and became a cat dad. You could finally rest if you wanted. Of course there's never any rest for the wicked, and you still have a lot of unfinished business. But your life was starting to finally have some meaning, and you were happier than you'd ever been. You are a nomad forever, you spend a lot of time out in the badlands and you spend time protecting your clan, The Aldecaldos. You're comfortable there, you're comfortable leading with your best friend Panam, and it took time to feel comfortable, and sometimes you and your family don't see eye to eye, but you will protect them until your last breath, there's not a thing you wouldn't do for them.

Jackie would be proud.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: vaughn leblanc #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #male v #nomad v #street kid v #my screenshots #queue mean the world to me #-#oh goodness #look at him just...#HE'S A BAB Y #Vaughn at 19 gonna pinch those cheeks #Kiddo has been through it omg I'm so sorry to put you in this hell #So glad I could give him a happy ending he deseRVES IT

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