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wooahaes · 2 years

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sweater weather

pairing: non-idol!bang chan x gn!reader

prompt: sweaters

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: chris trying to ruin the reader’s life with one sweater that has no back. if you know what a virgin killer sweater is, you know what this fic is about. also two idiots who are engaged being kinda cheesy.

daisy’s notes: chris could pull off a keyhole sweater. he could. i dont wanna think about that anymore bc its too much for me. i’ll die.

“Christopher Bang, what the fuck are you wearing?”

When your fiance announced that he’d bought matching sweaters for the both of you, you were excited. The idea of matching with him was always cute (you swore that he was more excited than you were), and the idea of matching sweaters in fall... It admittedly made your heart warm. You had heard him emerge from your shared bedroom, the sound of a bag rustling in his hand as he told you to keep your eyes closed so that he could model the sweater for you.

Admittedly, you hadn’t seen him “model” anything before, which probably should have tipped you off. He surprised you with smaller things. Modeling clothes wasn’t the kind of “close your eyes” thing that Chris was that into.

“Well?”

You’d seen the whole “virgin killer” sweater thing online before--albeit a few years ago. They were these revealing sweaters that only had the turtleneck portion and a front to them, usually looking like they were tied together in the back at the neck. The main draw was that they were fully backless, no sleeves or anything--and now your fiance was standing in front of you in one with a shit-eating grin. He had dropped the paper bag next to you on the couch before turning to give you the full effect.

“Do you like it?” He said, reaching out to cup your face. “I was thinking we could just wear this around the apartment--”

“Where did you even get this?”

He giggled a little. “I just saw it in a store--”

“Chris, please take this off right now--Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands, trying to ignore how burning hot your face had grown. Chris knew that you liked his back. What could you say? Backs could be kinda hot, and he worked out.

His soft laugh colored the air again. “Right now? Okaaay, if that’s what you want--”

You grabbed his hands before he could try to pull the sweater off. “Leave it on!” And he laughed at you again, sliding his palms against your own. You stared up at him with a pout. “Why are you like this? Why do I love you? You’re so impossible sometimes...”

Chris squished your cheeks together, forcing your lips to be puckered. “Does that mean you loooooove me?” He happily teased, apparently fully in a playful mood.

Certainly, the ring on your finger and your “yes” should have been proof of that, but you entertained him. “Please tell me you got us actual sweaters.”

He let go of you, happily moving his focus onto the bag next to you. “I did! They’re actually super cute,” he pulled out one of them, revealing he’d bought two identical cream-colored sweaters. “Your last one got destroyed, right?” He dropped one into your lap.

It had been. You still had no idea what happened: you had washed it like you normally did, and when you pulled it out, it was completely destroyed beyond repair. You pouted again as you looked down at it, already becoming a little overwhelmed. He bought you a new one and one so he could match with you?

“I was just thinking... We could match,” he said, toying with the fabric in his hands. “Is that okay?”

You reached out for one of his hands, bringing to your lips so you could kiss his knuckles. “It’s more than okay, baby,” you said. “I like matching with you.” It was almost enough to distract you from what he was wearing, actually. “Can you please go put on a shirt?”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a quick kiss before backing off. “Orrrr... We could both match and go get dinner.”

You liked that idea more, actually. Especially when he took your hand on the street afterward, just to drive the point home further that the two of you were a pair for good.

general taglist: @twancingyunhao

#wooahaes.fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz x you #stray kids imagine #skz fics #stray kids fics #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you

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scover-va · 1 year

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Generally when you reblog things I feel like I ask for ???/Carla/Chandrelle a lot. So I’m going to switch it up and say Rust for the ask meme

My favourite old man!!! And my favourite, dare I say, babygirl

Favourite thing about them:

His fucking CHAPTER oguhgguughggugh i could talk about him and his experiences for HOURS OGUGHGUGUH. Hi. I am NOT normal about him. Tho genuine, less vague answer is probably just. Like. His personality? Like he is SUCH a good dad and i just wanna see him and Weasel Kid bond post-game yknow??? But also like. His entire life is the wastes, people wanting to kill him and his son around every corner, yet he still tries and avoid violence whenever possible?? I dont know if it's more of a genuine pacifist thing or if he doesnt want his son to experience all this death, but like. I kinda wanna lean towards the second option considering how quickly he resorted to killing and shooting on sight when Rocky wasnt there. And I know thats mainly bc of trauma and determination to get to his kid but. I mean. Shooting Jeremiah in the chest was NOT necessary. Anyways also hes silly and goofy and I love him <3

Least favourite thing about him:

Maybe not about HIM specifically but like. I wish the mind control serum was explored more?? Like it kinda feels like a useless plot. Yes it triggered Carla's hardcore mod, but unless she or Sado were in contact with Reggie and Jeremiah somehow, then that mod could've just...been triggered differently. And like. It's mostly Sado's actions that drive him to that brink of insanity. I cant remember if Jeremiah told him to go to the inn, but the ONLY reason i can see the MC Serum being important is just to get him to the inn. other than that. He joins in on the ritual because he thinks it'll get Rocky back. He's already a player character, he doesnt NEED to be controlled by the player. And also I think the potential of him being the dead body up during Junior's lil assistance section of VG2 is unexplored

Favourite Line:

Not even the full line, but. Mayhap. I quote it all the time. (Full line is something like "Can't fit in there. Someone smaller, mayhap" idk I'm not pulling up the game to find it) Mayhap mayhap mayhap. Hes so silly I love him <3333

brOTP:

Again, I think he and Weasel Kid should have a father-son dynamic, as seen in one of my fics. They both lost what the other is, and I just mmmmm!!!!

OTP:

My number of Rust ships is. Low. Admittedly. But him with Bryce and/or Lazarus <3

nOTP:

Obviously The Hex has like 10 fans, and the number of Rust ships is. Low. But I'm just gonna say the obvious notps; Weasel Kid, Sado, or Rocky. Thank fucking god this fandom is small because weirdos would use Lionel's voice line about never figuring out Rust and Rockys exact bond as an excuse for proshitting. So. Yay small fandom moment <3

Random Headcanon:

I dont know how random BUT while in the Wastes, he's fairly thin and doesn't eat much, only eating up to half of their food rations, often less, saving the rest for Rocky. But he had slight muscle to make up for it, because I'm sure carrying around supplies and a bigass shot gun all day every day + walking all day every day at least builds up SOME muscle. Once he gets to the inn, however, he loses his gun and doesn't walk around too much. After all, the inn is MUCH smaller than the wastes. So, he ends up losing muscle. Not to mention he's probably eating less (especially after the possibility of fully coming to terms with what happened to his son), so. He grows thinner. Though he DOES go down a road of recovery (probably with Bryce's help tbh, knowing how Bryce is) and ends up regaining some body fat! He eventually gets healthy enough that he slowly develops a bit of a dad bod :-) I wanted to draw out this hc but couldn't get the anatomy to look right so I forgot about it, but I am VERY happy I get to ramble about it now <3

Unpopular Opinion:

There are like 2 or 3 other people who talk about Rust enough for ANY sort of 'popular' opinion to form. So. That sucks. Does him being the skeleton in the GameWorks base count? Can I say he's smart just not conventionally smart? Like he can hotwire a car and picked up some German thanks to a certain nuclear sandworm and can aim with perfect accuracy despite having poor vision, but he can't read or do math or write or-

Song I associate with them:

I. Have an entire playlist for him. Whoopsies. ANYWAYS. Grief from The Devil's Carnival (ive never listened to the musical i just found it in a playlist a while back) and Still Here by Digital Daggers. Mostly Grief tho. But like. It's from Sado's perspective about Rust. If that makes sense

Favourite Picture of them:

His steam emoji <33333

It looks even goofier on my phone bc of how blurred it is

#the hex #rust mcclain #other characters mentioned but im not listing em all #scov.txt #hey did i mention i love rust /j

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delimeful · 3 years

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(dont) take this the wrong way (5)

warnings: injury, blood mentions, past psychological&emotional&physical abuse, ptsd, sickness

Virgil woke up, which was only unsurprising for the few moments it took him to 1. realize that his head was pounding and 2. remember the two very large reasons why.

His eyes flew open, and he found himself half-submerged in a shallow pool of cool water, surrounded by flat ledges of dry rock. The sound of ocean waves lapping against the cliffside echoed around the cavern, which was dimly lit by overhead cracks in the ceiling.

In one of these beams of paltry light, Logan was slumped over on his side, glasses askew. Virgil’s relief at seeing him was instantly overshadowed by terror at what could have happened to the human after Virgil had gone and gotten his skull knocked against rock.

His headache worsened, and he lifted a hand to press against the sore spot, pausing when he found more of those stiff bandage strips wrapped around his head.

The soft sloshing of water seemed to be enough to startle Logan into wakefulness, and the human brightened slightly at the sight of him. “Virgil. It’s good to see you awake. Are you feeling any pain or nausea?”

“What happened?” Virgil replied in lieu of the real answer, which was ‘everything hurts’. “Where are we, I thought we were dead for sure—!”

“Take a few deep breaths,” Logan advised, shuffling closer to the pool and offering a hand. Virgil took it gratefully. “We’re not currently in any danger. I believe we’re at the home of the seal-hybrid mer, if—“

“We’re what?!” Virgil’s voice dropped to a horrified double pitch, his grip on Logan’s hand instantly turning crushing.

“Ow,” Logan said in a pointed monotone. Virgil eased up before his claws could turn the human’s palm into bloody ribbons. “Let me finish, please. I’ve managed to work out a rudimentary method of communication, and as far as I know, we’re not currently at risk.”

“From the giant mer-eating monsters that literally kidnapped us, you mean?”

“Yes, that was the potential risk I was referring to.” Logan pulled Virgil further upright, reaching out with his free hand. “More importantly, you’ve been out for some time. Will you allow me to take a look at your injury?”

Virgil shuffled a little closer, allowing the hand to make contact with him. He had traversed currents of all temperatures, but in chilled still waters like this, Logan’s warmth was more than welcome. “I dunno how that’s more important than our inevitable, rapidly-approaching deaths, but sure, fine. Knock yourself out.”

“I will not? You are already dealing with a likely concussion, I see no reason to double that number.” Logan squinted at him like he was concerned that the head wound had taken a worse toll than he’d thought.

“No, it’s-- it’s just an expression. Don’t actually pass out, or I’ll freak out.”

“Ah,” Logan acknowledged, his hand twitching like he wanted to grab something before returning to carefully peeling the bandages away. “My apologies. Colloquialisms are not my strong suit.”

Virgil blinked back at him, because five syllable words were a little much even when he wasn’t concussed. “No worries?”

Logan continued to gently probe the back of his head. A sharp pang made him jerk away with a muted hiss, his vision blurring with pain as the sharp motion only agitated all his other cuts. He waved off Logan’s apology before it was fully formed. “S’fine. What’s the damage?”

“The bleeding has stopped, which is a good sign. It’s swelled significantly, but the cool water is hopefully helping reduce that as well. The best course of action now is for you to rest and recover in a dark, quiet place, ideally for at least two full days.”

“Yeah, but that’s not happening unless we get away first,” Virgil shot back, irritably twitching his fins down as Logan rewrapped the injury. The human let out a slow breath.

“Virgil. I believe the situation isn’t as dire as you think.” He settled back on his heels, back stiff as he spoke. “Our captors have shown no signs of aggression or hunger, even with the significant bleeding from your head wound. It’s possible--”

“It’s not possible!” Virgil cut him off, scowling fiercely. “That doesn’t mean anything. They’re playing some kind of sick game the way they always do, and if you let them trick you, you’re going to lose!”

Logan looked back at him inquisitively, still not getting it. “What evidence are you basing this off of? I was under the impression that you’ve spent only marginally more time in their company than me. Have they attempted to trick you in the past?”

“Yes, no, I mean--,” Virgil groaned, pulling at his bangs. “They don’t have to say it. That’s just how giants like them operate. We’re smaller, they can do what they want to us, we don’t get a say in it. You escape or you die.”

“Yet, we’ve been in their admittedly less-than-ideal care for over 24 hours, and they haven’t hurt us or made any indications they intend to hurt us.” Logan gestured expansively, his hand a bit wobbly. “That’s a rather long time to pretend, and for what purpose? If it was what they desired, we have been easy targets for a meal from the moment they relocated us.”

A rather long time to pretend. Virgil swallowed down a hysterical laugh, feeling dizzy. If a day of false niceties was all it took to buy his trust, he’d have never gotten away from his first encounter with a giant mer. “You’re— you’re human. You don’t know anything about this.”

Logan frowned. “I may be human, but that does not make me an idiot. Even with a language barrier, body language and expression are invaluable tools for communication, and I’ve been doing very little but observe them while you were unconscious. Virgil, if you just tried talking to them—“

“No!” he snapped, curling in even as his fins flared wide and threatening. He wouldn’t do this again, wouldn’t be subjected to the world’s most torturous game of catch and release, wouldn’t be lured back into too-tight hands by false promises and meaningless apologies. He couldn’t do that again.

Measured, rhythmic tapping on the back of his hand slowly brought him back to the present, cool air and Logan’s steady voice by his side. His throat was closed-up-too-tight, his gills too far out of the water to switch lungs— but the rhythm was counted out over and over, breathe in, hold, and out.

“There you go,” Logan said as Virgil took in another long, shuddering drag of air. “Well done.”

The air smelled like iron. He realized that somewhere in the past few minutes, he’d dug his claws into the soft sides of the human’s hand, drawing blood. He pulled away as though he’d been burned.

Logan didn’t even twitch, still searching his gaze intently. “Are you with me?”

Virgil nodded stiffly. “Yeah, I— fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, I shouldn’t have pushed you. I didn’t realize— but I should have.” A deep, resolved breath. “It’s okay. I’ll find you a way out that doesn’t involve interacting with them.” Logan’s gaze went distant and hazy with thought, and Virgil hesitantly drew closer, pulling a bandage free to wrap around his bleeding hand.

… He was really warm. Clammy, too, and he’d been sitting in a cold, wet cave for hours, hadn’t he? Had been completely drenched for even longer.

“You’re sick,” Virgil said, and Logan took a moment too long to refocus on him. How had it taken him so long to notice? “That’s why you need me to talk to them. You need to get home.”

“My illness is no more severe than your injuries,” he deflected, adjusting his glasses clumsily. “Right now, the priority is getting you away from triggering circumstances. If my suspicions are correct, I will be fine regardless.”

Right. His suspicions, based on his willingness to trust his own abductors. He’d trusted Virgil, too, back in those tunnels. He’d known that he might be abandoned and he’d freed Virgil anyways, taken his hand anyways. Gotten hurt for his trouble.

He’d get hurt worse if Virgil left him here.

“... Yeah,” Virgil said, tucking the edge of the bandage in carefully. “But you should sleep for now. We both should. You said they haven’t done anything yet, right?”

“Yes, but…,” Logan’s brow was furrowed slightly, as though he knew something was off, but wasn’t quite sure what. “I mean, you do need rest. If… If you’re sure.”

“I am,” Virgil replied, curling against the edge of the pool and pillowing his head on his arms to hide their shaking. “Get some sleep, Specs.”

—

It was early morning when Patton woke to the splash of something small dropping into the water from his air room.

The room wasn’t overly large, being designed only for occasional use when he needed some extra oxygen in his system. It was also quite a few caves up above his sleeping den, but with two delicate little guests staying over, his senses were on high alert. He disentangled from Roman, who had been clinging to him for extra warmth, waking the shark mer in the process.

“Mwha’huh?” he asked groggily, and Patton chuckled at the way one side of his hair had been pressed into a tangled bundle.

“I think they may be awake!” he reported quietly, and Roman perked right up. They had originally hovered in the room over the two of them, only leaving after the human-- busy tending to the tiny mer’s wounds-- had gotten too fed up and used charades to shoo them away, leaving them with nothing to do but sit around and think about how badly they’d messed up. As such, they were both more than eager to start fixing things.

Upon popping up into the air room, however, they found only the human, lying completely still apart from the slow rise and fall of his chest. Deep in sleep, with an empty pool at his side.

Roman and Patton exchanged a panicked look, and ducked back underwater to search through his home and see where, exactly, the injured mer had gone.

It didn’t take long to spot him. The mer had practically every fin and frill puffed out, even the ones that were still injured. The threat display as eye-catching as they got.

He was hovering in the opening of a vent crevice, one that helped circulate seawater through the caves. It was small enough that if he vanished through it, they wouldn’t be able to stop him or see where he was headed. He knew it, too, staring them down with sharp defiance rather than absolute terror.

“Don’t move,” he said, as though they hadn’t both frozen at the sight of him. “I’m going to-- to make a deal with you.”

“A deal?” Roman asked, and received a sharp, wild-eyed glare for his troubles.

“Yeah, a deal. The other one is sick,” a slight jerk of the head toward the air room, “so he won’t last long here. Probably already too far gone to even play a single game.”

Patton was torn between concern (the human was sick?) and confusion. Game?

“But I’m fine. I’ve had much worse than this.” The mer drifted back slightly, closer to the crevice. “If I leave now, you’ll never find me, and then Lo-- the human will die, and you won’t have anything to play with.”

A creeping sense of dread overcame Patton. He still didn’t know what was going on, but it was sounding more and more like something was seriously wrong here.

“So, a deal. You take the human back to where you found him, and I’ll stay-- I’ll stay here,” his voice cracked painfully, but he ignored it, staring at them with a desperate sort of intensity. “With you. I won’t try to get away or anything. I-- I swear.”

“Get away?” Roman asked, his voice going high with the same sort of horror that currently swamping Patton. The mer ducked back at the sound, gaze flitting between them, some of that terror returning.

“I will! I’ll leave, if you-- you can either have one or none, that’s the deal, I’m not kidding. I’m not!” His fins flared wider, blood beginning to leak from some of them. “He’s human anyways, he can barely even swim, you don’t want him--”

“Kiddo,” Patton cut in urgently, raising his hands peacefully and trying not to wince when the mer flinched, “if he’s sick, of course we’ll take him back to where he can get help. No deals necessary, okay?”

The little guy didn’t look reassured at all. “I want to watch. I have to see you put him back, where other humans will find him, or else the deal’s off.”

He didn't believe them. Patton exchanged a helpless look with Roman, who finally nodded.

“Of course,” the shark mer said, “You are more than welcome to accompany us back to the mainland where Patton found him, provided that you’re not exacerbating your injuries.”

The mer hissed at him, a tiny, reedy sound. “And whose fault is that?”

“Irresponsible human fishing vessels?” Roman tried, and then wilted under both Patton and the mer’s looks when the joke fell flat. He cleared his throat. “It is, of course, mine. I wanted to apologize for the way I manhandled you before. Regardless of my intentions, it was unbefitting behavior, and it hurt you. I am truly sorry.”

He bowed with a little flourish, moving slower than normal. The mer stared at his bowed head apprehensively, and then covered the look up with a distrustful scowl.

“If you’re sorry, get Logan out of this place before he gets any worse,” he finally replied, and Patton nodded and went to retrieve the human-- Logan, presumably.

Glancing over his shoulder as he left, he could see the way the tiny mer’s fins had settled just slightly, not quite as frantically overextended as before.

It was a start.

#sanders sides #ts virgil #ts logan #ts patton #ts roman #mermaid au #my writing #dont take this the wrong way #dtttww #writing #g/t #virgil sweetie what the fuck #- logan next chapter

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20rubixcubes · 3 years

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enhypen as baristas

maknae line x gn!reader (comedy, fluff, mild angst)

~1.2k words ea (headcanons)

warnings: cursing

a/n: i just wrote this for funsies, please be mindful that there is heavy swearing in these headcanons (particularly in ni-ki’s part), so if that isn’t your taste, perhaps skip this one! other than that, the rest of this is pretty chill, so i hope you enjoy my shitposting. oh, and lmk if you like this enough to want part two with the hyung line 👀 just maybe i’ll do it

sunoo

was only recently employed as an afternoon shift employee and was both shocked and distressed after discovering the cafe didnt have an instagram

“what do you MEAN you dont have instagram??? how do we post selfies???” “sunoo we sell coffee” “NO ONE WANTS COFFEE JUNGWON THEY WANT CUTE BARISTAS”

starts an instagram for the cafe and takes aesthetic pictures of his latte art

his selfies get way more likes though

speaking of his latte art, he masters the skill like a week in and everyone else is incredibly jealous

their jealousy wears off when jungwon tells him that he has to start training the new apprentices

pretends he forgot how to do it for like a week but it hurts his pride so he begrudgingly agrees to train the apprentices instead

in his free time he can be found snapping pictures around the shop, eventually expanding to taking pictures of the others too

“sunghoon stop moving you look cute and i need to take a photo” “sunoo im holding hot milk” “does it look like i care beauty is pain sweetie”

other than that, he sometimes sits in the booths to snack on muffins and do his homework since he only comes in to the shop for about an hour during his school lunch break and on the weekends

you meet sunoo after applying for an apprenticeship, wanting to get a job before you finish high school and start college

seen as though jungwon looks like the boss, you approach him, nervous for your first shift

“i’m here for the apprenticeship program?” “oh yeah! one second!”

he trots off to the back room, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of the cafe

“SUNOO GET OFF JAY YOU HAVE AN APPRENTICE TO TRAIN” “*gasp* YOU MADE ME SMUDGE HIS LIPSTICK I'M QUITTING” “NO YOURE NOT GET OUT THERE RIGHT NOW”

the yelling pauses before who you presume is sunoo stomps through the back room door, a scowl on his face

he spots you, groaning loudly “are you the apprentice?”

“yes” you say meekly, guilty for seeming to ruin his shift

he gestures you to follow him behind the counter, pulling an apron out from under the sink and shoving it to your chest

its clear that hes pissed, yanking his tools out from the cupboards as you tie your apron behind your back quietly

“have you made coffee before?” “only instant coffee” “oh fantastic”

he seems to be getting more irritated by the minute before he takes a deep breath and starts directing you around the machines

“to do the art, you angle the mug like this and draw with the milk, but it wont show until it reaches the top so dont go crazy”

as if its nothing, he demonstrates by drawing a perfect swan in the milk, setting the latte down and dusting his hands off

“wow… thats amazing” “i know right? no one here appreciates me enough” “they should! this is the best i’ve ever seen”

he grins at your compliment, nodding with satisfaction and sending a wave of relief over you as you notice he looks less angry with you now

“um… im sorry if i interrupted whatever you were doing before” “oh, that? i was just doing jay’s makeup” “you like makeup? me too! i’ve never seen a boy interested in it though, thats really cool” you smile genuinely at him as he blinks in surprise

“really? you think its cool?” “definitely!”

you watch the gears turn in his head before he smiles widely, seeming to have come to some kind of revelation as he nods

“i like you.”

your cheeks heat up immediately, but before you can say anything in return, he starts calling out for jungwon, leaning over the counter

“JUNGWOOON, CAN WE HAVE THIS ONE?”

“well thats up to them” he looks up from the table hes wiping down, adjusting his apron as he walks over to the counter

“so youre all finished with the course? i hope sunoo wasnt too much for you”

“i wasnt! anyways, youre employed, okay?” “sunoo stop theyre just an apprentice”

he groans loudly, irritated once more as he whips his head to you

“you have to work here, ok? i said so, so come back and apply or i’ll be mad!”

you laugh at his antics and smile “i’ll see what i can do”

after jungwon pries sunoo off of your arm, you return your apron and leave the shop with a wave

“YOU BETTER COME BACK!” is the last thing you hear as you step out onto the street, the bell ringing to signal your exit

a week later, you return to the shop, slightly anxious that your new friend(?) might have forgotten about you

but this is quickly washed away when you hear a high pitched squeal from the counter

“JUNGWON! HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET THE FORMS THEYRE HERE”

you laugh as you approach the counter, a teasing tone on your voice

“are you supposed to be talking to your boss like that?” “whats he gonna do? fire me? im the only one who can make coffee in this place” “true”

soon enough, jungwon comes out of his hiding place, his hands clasped together

“im really sorry to ask this but please, you have to work here, sunoo hasnt shut up about you all week and i dont know if i can stand him anymore, i’ll even pay you extra please dear god”

you give sunoo a look, only receiving an innocent smile and puppy eyes back

“sure, i’ll take the job!”

jungwon sighs in relief as sunoo begins jumping up and down, yelling something about having his own little baby to take care around the shop as you groan, covering your blushing face

once you have your hours established (sunoo made you take the same as all of his, but you did the nights instead of the afternoons on the weekends, to his displeasure), you get straight to working

… well, sort of

it was hard to get work done with sunoo pestering you around the clock

“you think im cute right?” “yes sunoo” “even though i have bags under my eyes? “yes sunoo” “you promise?” “yes sunoo” “good”

admittedly he is slightly of help when it comes to the more fiddly parts of making coffee, but every other second of the day he seems to be flirting nonstop

“can i kiss you?” “no” “why not” “sunoo we’ve been over this” “BEING AT WORK ISNT A VALID EXCUSE”

worn down after his incessant yelling all day, you find yourself snapping faster than usual

“we’re not even dating, sunoo! why would i kiss you!? just stop playing with my feelings already!”

for the first time since you’ve known him, sunoo goes quiet

“why not?”

“what are you talking about now sunoo?” “why arent we dating”

now its your turn to go quiet

“do you not like me?” “what? no, sunoo-” before you can reason with him, you watch him quickly rush away from you around the counter, slamming the break room door behind him with tears in his eyes

cursing to yourself, you ensure there are no customers to serve before quickly darting after him

after looking around a bit, you hear sniffling from the supply closet and knock on the door quietly

“sunoo?” “leave me alone!”

you sigh, taking a step back and turning on your heel to face the opposite direction, running a hand through your hair as you think

you spot a dog bed at your feet, suddenly remembering that jake usually keeps his dog supplies covered in dog hair in the closet

“sunoo arent you allergic to dogs?”

“... *sniffle* y-yeah”

after you persuade him to come out by mentioning that his face is going to get all puffy, he steps out, eyes glued to the floor as he looks away from you in shame

placing a hand on his shoulder, you speak to him softly

“sunoo, look at me”

he does, hesitantly, his eyes red and watery and, as you said, puffy and inflamed

despite this, you smile

“i do like you back”

his eyes start watering again, your heart skipping a beat in fear that you had said something wrong

“e-even if my face is all puffy and gross?” his voice wobbles, the tears filling his eyes giving him a sense of vulnerability as you sigh

“yes, even if your face is all puffy and gross”

he smiles at that, shutting his eyes cutely as you press a kiss to his cheek

“and theres your kiss”

he whines “i was supposed to do that!”

“you can do it after we finish work, okay?” “WORK STILL ISNT A VALID EXCUSE…. but maybe today just because i need to ice my face” “yeah you really should, can you even see?” “no not at all” “great”

jungwon

the previous manager left suddenly and jungwon was given a semi-forced promotion as he was the only employee with at least half of a brain cell

poor boy is stressed 24/7

doesnt get paid enough for this

“hey jungwon we ran out out of coffee bea-” “I ORDERED NEW ONES FOUR HOURS AGO NOW SHUT UP IM TRYING TO MAKE SURE THE BOSS DOESNT FIND JAKE’S DOG SHELTER IN THE SUPPLY CLOSET”

goes through hell every day just to make sure the others dont burn the cafe down

is supposed to be on the morning shift but he stays until the afternoon

in his rare moments of downtime, he likes to go around and water the hanging plants around the shop

is that one vine where the mom listens to nicki minaj for the first time and screams “no” over and over whenever ni-ki gets control of the cafe music

“RIKI NISHIMURA WHAT IS THAT ON THE SPEAKERS” “ITS OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR ARIANA GRANDE” “TURN IT OFF THIS IS NOT PG13” “SHUT THE FUCK UP GRANDPA”

is only 16 but acts like a 32-year-old father going through a midlife crisis

lifts boxes of supplies all day yet his joints are famously brittle

“hey jungwon did you hear glass shattering too?” “sorry jay that was my back” “you need to invest in physical therapy” “maybe if i wasnt paying for property damage every other week 😊”

you meet jungwon when you drop into the cafe for a croissant and a coffee before your class starts

usually you come at night maybe an hour before closing so you had never seen him before, but here you were watching this cute but clearly stressed boy scramble around the shop carrying boxes of supplies to the back

trying not to be creepy, you sigh, turning back to your phone after watching him for a solid five minutes straight

as you do, you hear a crash coming from what you assume is the supply closet followed by a disgruntled groan

pausing, looking around at the other customers typing away at their laptops and waiting for another staff member to go check on the boy, you stand up as you discern that he must be the only one working and hesitantly go to see if he’s okay

“hello? are you okay?” you peer through the door, your eyes widening at the sight of him rubbing his head with a wince on his features, supplies strewn around him at his feet and a box knocked over beside him

“ah… um, yes, i’m okay, sorry if i disturbed you with that noise…” he smiles bashfully, pulling himself back onto his feet

“do you need help with all of that stuff?”

he opens his mouth to protest, not wanting to have to ask for help from a customer, but after seeing the amount of crap off of the shelves, he realises that there is no way in hell he’s going to be able to clean all of it up alone before his shift ends

“um… is that okay?” his cheeks flush with embarrassment as you smile

“sure!”

over the next couple of hours you two establish a little system of bagging the spilt supplies and passes them to eachother to put in boxes, chatting never ceasing as you discover that you actually have a lot of things in common

“since you work here, what’s your favourite kind of coffee?” “i like lattes… i cant stand bitter things” “me too! my friend drinks espressos though” “ditch them”

you also find out that he started being homeschooled after becoming the manager as he doesnt have time to attend normal school

the both of you find yourselves laughing nonstop, having fun in eachother’s company

so much so that you end up late for school

“oh shit! i completely missed my first class”

guilty for making you late, he offers to take you

“i can take you?” “you drive?” “well….. not exactly”

once sunoo and ni-ki arrive to care for the shop, he takes you out to the car park, pulling a spare helmet out of his backpack and securing it on your head before giving your head a pat as he gets onto his scooter

“you look cute” “i look like a bug” “a cute bug”

once you get to school, face red after having to hold onto him the entire time, you hop off and pass him the helmet with a shy smile

“thanks for driving me” you mutter, brushing off imaginary dirt from your shirt as you do your best to avoid eye contact, your face still flushed and heart racing

is it possible to develop a crush on someone this quickly???

jungwon is so cute that he makes it possible, you surmise

“of course” he mirrors your nervous smile, a blush finding its way to his own cheeks

as you bow and spin on your heel to start walking inside, he stops you

“wait!”

“what is it?” you turn to him, your heart still thundering against your ribcage at the fond expression he has plastered on his features

“actually… can i pick you up? after school?”

when you pause, your face growing hotter and hotter, he begins to sputter

“i-i’m really sorry, its fine if not! that was way too forward, i just really like you and- oh god that was even more forward- um-” “okay” “yeah i’m sorry that was a stupid questio- wait, what?”

before he can say anything else, your smile widens

“i’ll see you later, okay? don’t be late!” you wave, skipping into the building with a fluffy feeling in your chest

with an awkward wave, jungwon watches you leave, his mouth wide open in shock before a grin replaces his expression

getting back into his seat, the lovestruck smile never leaving his face as he drives off, he begins to count down the minutes until he gets to see you again

ni-ki

works the afternoon shift

technically an apprentice but he gets paid and has been there forever so basically an employee at this point

or he would be if he ever actually made coffee

he sits with the work phone all morning and chooses the music

perpetually dancing to 7 rings by ariana grande (look up his cover. youre welcome in advance)

jungwon and jay scream at him to at least do the mopping to which he complies, but not without performing a whole ass concert with it

once they saw him twirl and dip the mop

eventually they just told him to go back to curating the music because he was scaring customers away and they were losing business

he was horrible at cleaning anyway

“hey jungwon i think i got window cleaner in your plant” “im firing you” “i dont even go here” “STOP QUOTING MEAN GIRLS AND FIX THE DAMAGE YOUVE CAUSED”

you meet ni-ki while youre drinking your coffee at a booth and he plays your favourite obscure indie song so you have to compliment his taste and get to talking

he plays your favourite songs whenever youre in the shop and audibly hisses at anyone who tries to change it

makes choreography to said songs at home and tries to impress you by casually belting it out by your booth

when you compliment his dancing and ask how long hes been practicing that choreography hes all like “oh hahaha it was just casual freestyle super easy peasy”

(hes been practicing for two weeks)

thought he was being super obvious by doing these things but apparently nOT because you have not caught the hint at all and hes getting impatient

asks for advice from the others begrudgingly

“give them flowers” “jay thats so boring” “do you want to use one of my dogs? everyone loves dogs” “wtf jake since when have you had more than one dog” “make them latte art with a heart on it” “sunoo ive literally never made a coffee in my life” “why dont you just ask them out like a normal perso-” “shut the fuck up grandpa thats so weird no one does that”

eventually he settles on sunoo’s idea of making you latte art and he embarks on his journey to make his first coffee

rather than focusing on the actual taste, sunoo tells him to just do whatever so that he can show him how to do the art

“why is it green ni-ki” “you said to do whatever” “and your first idea was to make poison? idk if this is the best idea if youre trying to ask this person out” “shut up and pass me the milk”

burns his hands on the steaming milk jug at least fifteen times and ends up with so many bandaids on his fingers

despite how stiff the bandages are on his hands, he eventually manages to make a sort-of legible heart

“it looks like africa” “have you ever had steamed milk poured on your eyes sunoo?”

poor ni-ki waits for you all day, his heart leaping every time the bell on the door rings only to roll his eyes when it isnt you

he even stays past his shift so youd better let him take you on a date or hes quitting

when you finally arrive he trips over the bucket at his feet he was using to clean and spills dirty water all over his pants

“omg ni-ki are you okay what happened” *five octaves higher* “NOTHING I'M COMPLETELY FINE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

by the time he’s finished cleaning himself up (and by that i mean fixing his hair in the mirror for twenty minutes) he takes a deep breath and walks over to you, somewhat cold latte in hand

“um,” he clears his throat, his face growing red as he slides the mug towards you “i made this for you”

“aw thanks ni-ki! why is it green” “........its matcha?”

youre slightly suspicious but you look back to the mug and slowly realise that the “drawing” slightly resembles a heart, smiling a little bit to yourself

when you look back to him, youre a little confused as to why hes just standing there

“is something wrong?” you press the mug to your lips, taking a sip

“o-uh uh actually, i wanted to ask if… if you would uh maybe sort of go on a date with me”

you can only smile

“yes, but…”

his heart starts beating faster, watching you anxiously

you stand up, taking the notepad and pen from his apron pocket and scribbling your phone number

“only if you promise to learn how to make actual coffee” you wink, handing him the notepad and sauntering out of the shop

hes stood there dumbstruck, stars in his eyes at the slip of paper in his hand

but then he realises: he has a new mission

rushing to the back room, he slams the door open

“grandpa, i need you to teach me how to make coffee right now” “literally why do i pay you”

with your promise in mind, the others see him work more diligently at the counter than they ever have before

“wow youre actually working today?” “shut up i need to figure out how to do this butterfly before i pry my eyes out with a fork” “haha funny joke ni-” “did i stutter”

at the end of the week, he forces heeseung (the cafe’s best coffee maker) and sunoo (the cafe’s best latte artist) to judge his latte

“this is… surprisingly good” heeseung peers into the mug, smiling at the swan ni-ki created with the latte foam as sunoo grumbles “dont tell me im gonna have to start competing with this kid, it probably tastes gross” “it tastes amazing too” “im quitting”

with his coworkers’ notes in mind, he finally works up the nerve to send you a quick message telling you to come into the shop

when you arrive the next day, ni-ki greets you and immediately gets to work, making sure to stand as close as humanly possible to your booth so he can show off his newly acquired coffee making skills

with you only inches away, he does make a mistake and spill milk on his shirt after looking at you and not his hands for a second too long, but you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt when he sets the mug in front of you

“wow! this heart is perfect!”

you smile, looking up to him “did you seriously learn how to do latte art just so you could take me on a date?” “… y-yeah, and?”

you can only chuckle as you press the mug to your lips, readying yourself to drink liquid dirt…

“this is… really good!” you grin, taking another sip and putting the mug down on its saucer

“i think you’ve definitely earned yourself a date… or two”

at this news, ni-ki’s face lights up, shoving the urge to scream down his throat before nodding stiffly to try and contain his excitement with a strained “cool” escaping his lips

“are you okay ni-ki?” “yes just give me one second”

he quickly scrambles to the break room, a moment of silence wafting through the store before a shrill scream fills the air

eyes wide, you turn to jay, who had been manning the till, after hearing him burst into laughter

“what is he doing?”

“we told him the freezer was sound proof”

#grumbles i guess i will tag #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #kim sunoo x reader #yang jungwon x reader #nishimura riki x reader

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all-hail-the-witcher · 4 years

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cuddling

here is my contribution for ace week! im literally squeezing this in at the last possible second (as its 11:32pm on 10/31 as i start this) but better late than never i suppose!!

i dont often talk about my sexuality on this blog, but i do identify as ace and its not something ive ever been overly comfortable with. but seeing the plethora of ace week fics on my dash this past week (mostly by @jaskierswolf, hi, hope you dont mind being tagged) has been so awesome and has made me feel so much more comfortable in myself that i had to write something for this :)

this is some gray romantic/ace geralt with some ace jaskier. warnings for mentions of dubious consent/ not wanting to have sex but doing it anyway. there is no explicit sexual content but it is referenced.

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Geralt was a Witcher. His entire livelihood consisted of him doing things for humans: killing monsters, bargaining with sorceresses, fighting wars, protecting them from pretty much anything that could hurt their fragile mortal selves. It had been trained into him ever since he was a child. Do what the humans ask of you. It is your job.

So why would sex be any different?

Humans enjoyed sex. This was something Geralt had come to learn during his time on the path. What was even worse was that some of them especially enjoyed having sex with Witchers.

Geralt did not enjoy sex. He was not a human, and it was decidedly a human activity. But that did not stop humans from wanting to have sex with him. Some sought him out specifically, wanting to know what it was like to lie with a Witcher for a night. Others insisted on paying him for his monster hunting duties with a round. He never took pleasure in it. Sometimes he would pretend he did. He had gotten quite good at pretending over the years, learning little tricks that humans seemed to like. But the act of it itself made his skin crawl for days on end and he could feel their fingers and lips long after the marks on his skin had faded.

But he worked for humans. He couldn't deny them what they asked of him.

He assumed Jaskier would be the same. The man was certainly human, so much so that he would flirt with grass if it came down to it (which, admittedly, Geralt had only witnessed once, and Jaskier had been very drunk at the time, but still). But he never tried to bed him, which surprised Geralt. He knew he was good, if the praises of the the people he'd laid with before were any indication Humans generally needed him for a favor and then left him to the wind. Jaskier hadn’t asked him to kill a monster or help him track down an unruly mage, and it had been years at least since they had first crossed paths. The only logical conclusion that Geralt could come to was that Jaskier was waiting for him to bed him and then he would leave, just like everyone else.

The problem was that Geralt had grown quite fond of Jaskier over the years (and his incessant flirting) and while he didn’t want the bard to leave, he also didnt want Jaskier to be miserable following him around anymore. Five years was quite a long time to wait for a round, especially in human years. Resignedly, Geralt told himself that in the next town he would lay with Jaskier and then the whole thing could be over, and they could both move on with their lives.

He rented a room with one bed, as they often did, despite there being enough coin for one with two. Jaksier hardly noticed, flouncing off to play a few sets for the locals while Geralt went upstairs to prepare.

He felt the characteristic tightening of his stomach and the shakiness that always came with this particular activity, but he stripped down obediently, even talking the time to rub some of the oils Jaskier liked to much into his hair before laying down on the bed to wait.

He didn’t have to wait long. “Geralt! You’ll never believe th- whoa, were you expecting someone?” He stood in the doorway awkwardly.

“Just you,” Geralt grunted. They should get this over with.

“Me? Geralt...did you think I wanted to have sex with you?”

“Well...” Geralt picked at the blanket, feeling foolish for having to explain himself, he thought that humans should understand these things. “Humans always need me for something. And you dont need a monster killed, so I figured....” “Oh dear heart,” Jaskier walked over and sat down on the bed next to him, running his fingers though his hair. “Please do not take this the wrong way, but I do not want to have sex with you.”

“You don’t?” Geralt was shocked. “But...humans....”

“Not all humans like sex Geralt. I certainly don’t. It makes me skin crawl and I feel all weird after. So I don’t do it. I’m still plenty romantic with people, but I dont get into bed with them.” “Hmm.” Jaskier didn’t like sex either? Maybe it wasn't a human thing after all.

“What it Geralt? That was your I’m-Contemplating-Something hum.”

“It...makes my skin crawl too.” He said carefully after a few moments.

Jaskier’s hand slowed in his hair. “Dear heart,” he began carefully. “Do you like sex?”

Did he? No one had ever asked him what he wanted before. He didnt think he did. It didnt feel pleasant and he usually had to jump in a cold stream after. “No.”

“Then why did you want to do it with me?” “You’re human,” Geralt shrugged. “Humans either want me to kill monsters or want me in their bed. I serve humans, I can’t turn them down. You are a human.”

"But you dont like sex?”

“No. I’m a Witcher. It’s probably the mutations. But can still get by.” Actually, now that he thought about it, from what he remembered, he’d never been much interested in it before the trials either.

“Geralt,” Jaskier tilted his chin up to look at him and he saw sadness swirling in his eyes. “Not wanting to have sex is not a Witcher thing. Plenty of humans feel the same way too. Admittedly there aren't many of us, I’ve only come across a few in my lifetime, and I think there's a word for it but I can’t remember it right now. Sex does not interest me either, but there are far more other important things in a relationship than just sex.”

Geralt was confused. “But sex is the only thing people ever wanted me for.”

“And I’m terribly sorry about that, dear heart, but you’re with me now and I will never make you have sex with me. Have you ever- or wait, is there anything else that you dont like?”

Geralt’s head was spinning, and he was still stuck on the part where Jaskier had said that he would never make Geralt have sex with him. For the first time that evening, he felt his hands stop their shaking and something like warmth bloom inside him. “Hmm?”

“Is there anything else you dont like doing? Besides the sex bit I mean.”

Besides sex....Geralt tried to remember what came along with laying with someone. He usually blocked it all out after. “Kissing,” he finally said. “Burns my skin.”

“Alright, we’ll do none of that then.” Jaskier moved from the bed, beginning to take off his doublet and Geralt seized up for a second, afraid that Jaskier was going go back on his word, but then he reached for his nightclothes. “Are you familiar with cuddling?”

“Cuddling?” The word felt unfamiliar in his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Jaskier smiled. “Go put your nightclothes on. I think I have something that you will enjoy far better than that nasty sex business.”

So here it was then, Jasper did need him for a service after all. Geralt got out of bed and slowly pulled on his night clothes, painfully aware this would be their last night together before they parted ways for good, before returning to the bed.

“Right, so youre just going to lay on your side, yes right like that, and then I lay behind you, see? And I put my arm around you like this, and we snuggle.” Jaskier’s breath tickled his hair.

“What do we do though?” “What do you mean, what do we do?” Despite Jaskier’s words though, he didnt seem angry. “This is it. We hold each other and enjoy each others presence. We can change positions, if you want, like you can take a turn holding me for example or I could lay on your chest, but we just hold each other close. Show each other we care. This is called cuddling.”

“Hmm.” As far as Geralt was concerned, it was far better than sex. But he knew it wouldn't last. This was all Jaskier wanted from him, clearly, which prevented Geralt from thoroughly enjoying it.

“Where will you go?” he spoke into the silence a few long moments later.

Jaskier paused drawing light patterns on Geralts forearm. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow.” Wasn't it obvious?

“Well I’ll go wherever you’re going. Just like we always have?"

“You...you’re not,” Geralt swallowed thickly. “You’re not leaving?”

“Leaving?” Jaskier’s voice rose an octave. “Why on the continent would I be leaving?”

“You’ve got what you wanted from me, with this....cuddling business. You have no reason to stay.”

“Oh dear heart.” The next thing he knew he was being flipped around to face Jaskier. Jaskier, who had tears in his eyes that were just barely visible in the low light. Instinctively, he reached up to brush them away. “I’m cuddling with you because I care about you, because I love you. Not because I want something from you.”

“Oh.” Geralt didn’t know what to say. Jaskier loved him? No one had ever loved him before, much less cared about him or wanted him to be comfortable.

Jaskier placed his hand on Geralt’s chest. “You never have to do anything you dont want to do with me. And if you don’t want to travel with me anymore, I’ll leave. You are your own person, Geralt, even if you are a Witcher. And you make your own decisions. You wouldn't take a contract that you felt unsafe doing, so in the same vein, you dont have to have sex with anyone if you dont want to. You make your own decisions. You dont even have to cuddle with me right now if you want to. You choose what you want to do based on what you’re comfortable doing, do you understand?”

Geralt nodded into the darkness. This was all so much. He hadn't been able to make his decisions in...well ever. And now Jaskier was giving him permission to. “I want you to stay,” he whispered. “I....care about you too.” He didnt say that he thought he could love him, he wasn't ready to say that yet. And according to Jaskier he didnt have to say it if he didnt want to.

“Good. Now that we've got that sorted, come here,” Jaskier pulled Geralt into his chest, running his fingers through his hair delicately. Geralt closed his eyes, never had he felt more safe in his entire life. Who knew humans could be so gentle?

Just as he was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness he whispered, “Jaskier?”

“Hmm?”

Geralt felt a small smile tug at his lips at hearing how own language on Jaskier’s lips. “Can we do more of this...cuddling?”

Jaskier’s laugh sounded through his chest, vibrating pleasantly against Geralt’s ear. “Of course we can, dear heart. Of course.”

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that turned out way longer than i thought it would and its now 37 minutes late but oh well.

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blkgirl-writing · 4 years

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To Leave A Broken Soul

Laurie Laurence x F!Reader Smut

Summary: Laurie can't help falling fast for you, a woman who can only stay for a month or two. How will the last day together end?

Warnings: SMUT! ANGST! oral (male receiving), Fingering, some fluff, basically fulfilling all the requests I got in one fic.

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The way Laurie looked at you was something you had seen by many of men. A deep, internal longing.

You sat on the floor, leaning against the end of Laurie's wooden bed. Admittedly, the you had been sitting there in silence for what seemed like hours. Fiddling with each others fingers, him shamelessly lifting your shirt off so he could touch his "favorite part of your body"

Laurie had been staring at the blank wall for quite some time now, sighing dramatically every few moments. Eventually, he reached into his pant pocket, coming up with a hand rolled cigarette of some sorts, and a lighter. His loose poet's shirt, with a few buttons undone, fell ever so slightly off his shoulder, exposing the pale, glowing skin.

"I heard it makes time slow" he suggested, turning the item in his fingers a few times, before taking it in his lips, and lighting the end. His head leaned back against the wooden board. And lord, his profile was one of the gods. Hair messy and eyes low, effortlessly beautiful.

After a minute or two, he handed it to you, lazily looking over to your face, then eyes drawing to your bare chest. The way he licked his lips didnt go unnoticed by you.

You willingly pushed the joint into your lips, a somewhat familiar smoke flooding into your mouth, and flowing out just as soon as it entered. Laurie watched as your lips parted for another puff, intent on how your eyes fluttered shut. The way the sunlight caught on your lashes, dancing around you skin, the illusion of a greek goddess appearing right in front of him. Aphrodite. The sight of you being of pure sex, pure beauty. Love.

"Take a photograph, love. It will last longer," you tilted your head to the boy, offering the joint back to him, lips pressed into a sly smirk as his cheeks grew a rosey pink. Ah, how you loved to tease the witty, charming man.

"Why do you call me love when you insist on leaving me," laurie muttered, like a outing child denied of candy. He took a long drag, letting the smoke rest in his lungs for a few long moments. "It doesnt make any sense."

"There's worlds out there I have yet to see, love. People I have yet to fuck. Theatres I have yet to perform in." You smiled weakly. He could never understand. You knew this from the day you get him. To him, you were an unsolved mystery he dedicated endless works to unravel. "I'm a natural nomad as much as a lover, as much as a performer. I love a man or woman with each place, and call it by their name from that point on. Memories can mean so much more than reality."

"I don't think I can see any womans breast without thinking of you," Laurie stated.

"Surely you'll sleep with enough women to forget my body,"

"A man never forgets perfection." You hummed at that, lips pressing into a smile.

"Why don't we create a memory right now?" Your movements were slow, calculated, sensual. A leg draping over his hips, your crotch pressed against his, as you slowly pressed kisses from his jaw, down to his neck.

Laurie's breath was heavy in his chest, hands frozen like the first time he had been with you. But he said your name like a prayer, to keep going, to never stop.

Your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, carefully running the tips of your nails down his chest, lips trailing not far behind.

His hands finally went to touch you, as you undid the buckle of his belt, and pushed aside the fabric covering his cock. He was already painfully hard for you, precum leaking hopelessly down. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Quite needy, hm?"

"Always," he muttered, impatiently. But fast cut off by the intense pleasure that wrapped his whole body as you took his cock into your wet mouth, bottoming out and gagging ever so slightly. So wet and warm, and tight. Fuck.

Your head bobbed at an agonizing pace, hands rubbing his thighs. Eyes fixed on his, though, admittedly wandering to his lips occasionally, seeing the way he bit into them, fighting the urge to tell the whole world how fucking good you were at this.

It didnt take him long until he grabbed you chin, lifting your lips away from him in a desperate plea to stop before he came down your throat. Oh, you had taught him well. Always pleasure the woman with the same about that she gives you, if not more.

He lead you lips to his, tasting himself on you, bucking his length into your covered heat. Slyly inching his hand down into your underwear, slipping a finger gently into you. Pumping slowly into your pussy with a blessed "come here" motion.

Shamelessly, you moaned into the ever lasting kiss as he added another finger. Rocking your hips into his touch, grinding down into his palm.

"Fuck, f-faster. Laurie, you have to go faster" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, biting down on the pale skin.

"Hmm, quite needy." He repeated your words, teasing with a fox like grin on his face. Knowing you'd be annoyed at his cockiness. But you were far too turned on to care at this point.

The lust was thick in the air. His barely covered chest pressed against your cold, exposed one. His lips biting and nipping at your collar bone, that sweet, delicious spot that sent you over the edge, moaning in pure bliss as he pumped his nimble fingers through you high, purring sweet nothings as your body shook.

His eyes were blown when you looked down at him,

"I dont want this to end," he said, kissing your shoulder as you kicked off the remaining garment hanging from your hips. "I want to fuck you forever. I want to sip your sweet wine."

You didnt answer him. You didnt have an answer. The air hung dry with his wants, his needs. They wouldnt come true, both of you knew that. It had been obvious from the start of your friendship, relationship, thing. You were here for two months, then off to the next country. And yet Laurie still felt somewhat slighted. Like he wasnt good enough. And maybe he wasn't. He was childish and needy. But he was enough.

His lips caught yours again, devouring your essence like he had been starving for years. Hands digging into your hips like you would float away if he let go.

Laurie groaned as you grinded down on his cock, kissing you harder, bringing along with you, a plea to be able to be inside you.

Something you could easily comply with.

You snaked a hand in between you, grabbing his cock and leading it to your entrance, pausing for a moment, just to tease, before sinking down on him.

Laurie whimpered, a truly sinful sound. his teeth sunk into your bottom lip as he made short thrusts in you, craving your warmth, the movement.

Slowly, you grinded up and down on his dick, taking a fistful of his thick hair as you bottomed out. His hips shortly meeting yours, bucking further into you. A gasp fell from your lips as his tip pushed against your cervix, an uncomfortable yet so fucking good sensation.

"La..laurie. keep, keep doing that," you muttered, voice breathy and weak. He hummed, obviously pleased by the power shift. His short, unbelievably deep thrusts had tou both moaning each others names, lost in the moment of sharing each other, climaxes seconds away, before breaking in a harmonic beauty. Laurie spilled inside you for what felt like ages. If you didnt know better, you would've thought he hadn't had sex for years, and finally we was able to cum. The air was thick with sex, weary breaths and hot skin. His head now nuzzled in your neck, hands gently resting on your waist, your own fingers playing with his hair.

He didnt pull out of you until you both were able to look each other in the eyes.

"I'll miss this," you whispered, suddenly feeling empty without him inside you. "You're...really something, Laurie."

"If you don't leave right now, I won't be able to let go," Laurie's eyes pleased with you. The look of helplessness, saddness...it was too much. Tears trickled down his cheeks. You let out a forced laugh, kissing the trail of tears.

"If that's what you wish." Just like that, you threw back on or clothes lazily, and slipped out the door. Looking back for a split second, seeing his slumped body, eyes boaring into your form with fire and ice. A true Passion unknown to most.

"Goodbye, love."

#laurie laurence x reader #laurie laurence #little women #little women x reader #timothée chalamet #timothee fanfic #timothée chamalet #timothée chalamet imagine #laurie x reader smut #smut #laurie angst #jo march x reader #amy march #amy march x reader #jo march

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choukeimatsu-scenarios · 4 years

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if you dont mind, i think a story about protective 18!Oso protecting 18!Kara would be very cute. i dont mind if it's blmatsu or not~

A/N: I'm so sorry for how long this took! There were so many routes that this request could have taken, and I was admittedly at quite a loss. X,D After much deliberation, this short story had come to be so I hope that you like it! I took the creative liberty to go about your theme of protection in an indirect light, so hopefully you won't mind! (You can also find the fic here on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/27087526

-Summary- "I keep seeing us." "What?" Karamatsu said nothing. His eyes remained fixed on the snow. Outside their frozen shelter hail battered the ground, denting the whitened earth with small craters. Osomatsu shifted beside him and at last Karamatsu spoke again, as though with a start. "I said I keep seeing us." “Where?” "There, out in the snow." Osomatsu swiveled his gaze. The white blinded him, sleet falling hard and fast along with the hail. "I don't see anything." --- Another experiment with minimalism, this short story is centered around 18!Choukei and their entrapment within the same space. Neither one is comfortable with this, until they mourn when they used to be.

A Pipe in the Snow

"I keep seeing us."

"What?"

Karamatsu said nothing. His eyes remained fixed on the snow. Outside their frozen shelter hail battered the ground, denting the whitened earth with small craters. Osomatsu shifted beside him and at last Karamatsu spoke again, as though with a start. "I said I keep seeing us."

"Where?"

"There, out in the snow."

Osomatsu swiveled his gaze. The white blinded him, sleet falling hard and fast along with the hail. "I don't see anything."

"Of course you can't." It was stated without further comment, with a decisiveness that Osomatsu didn't like and he frowned.

"They didn't follow us out here, if that's what you mean."

"I know-"

Matsuno, Karamatsu turned to him then and his voice when he spoke next was as cold as the metal they were resting against. "I know." Neither of them spoke after this, listening to the silence broken only by the sharp rap of hail against the frigid pipe and shivered. They were seated apart, settled on opposite ends almost near the openings of their shelter which failed to keep any heat in and still they didn't speak. Karamatsu eyed the ground for a time, considering a moment before trying again.

"There was no need for you to have to come all this way."

Osomatsu didn't look at him. "You're the one who left."

"Yes- to look at the snow."

"See what good that did you."

It was Karamatsu's turn to frown then and he wrapped his arms round his knees, drawing them to his chest. "Plenty of it- not that you'd understand."

"Oh no?" Matsuno, Osomatsu glared. His eyes grew dark, like chips of black ice in the waning light. "Tell me- why are we here in this freezing pipe instead of at home where we're supposed to be?" Karamatsu met his gaze steadily, drawn in on himself tight.

"I didn't ask you to follow me."

"Sure you didn't! But what was I supposed to think when you just up and ran off like that?"

Hail in the form of a sizable fist rammed into the side of the pipe then, drowning out the second born's answer as his lips moved yet no sound would come out. Osomatsu's expression softened and he glanced away, ashamed all of a sudden. "It's too cold in here. Too damn cold."

The barrage lessened. Karamatsu glanced away, turning back to the snow. He picked at the sleeve of his arm, tugging it over his gloved hand. "It's beautiful-" Karamatsu admitted then paused, voice quiet. "It used to be, at least." Osomatsu hummed in assent, the sound toneless. He didn't look outside again and gazed down at the floor of the pipe instead.

"I wish I could just forget."

Matsuno, Karamatsu started again, moving out of the pipe. Matsuno, Osomatsu glanced edgewise and a rush of sleet blew past, chilling his bones. "What do you mean?"

Matsuno, Karamatsu was standing now, looking up at the sky. It was grey, a deep shade of it that was rendered darker still by the low hanging clouds. "Everything. Perhaps then it would be easier."

The hail had stopped falling but Osomatsu didn't move. He eyed the empty space of the pipe, studied the grey of his brother's uniform pants that he could see from where he sat. It looked like everything around them, especially the sky. He made then to join him outside the pipe. "Hey," Osomatsu started, his call feeble in the blustering wind. "come back inside- you'll catch cold."

"It doesn't matter now."

"Of course it does!"

His anger burst, indignant, yet Osomatsu remained where he stood. "Come on, don't do this. Don't just throw it all away."

"I'm not," Matsuno, Karamatsu narrowed his eyes, still facing the expanse of white. "You guys did."

The snow fell in drifts, piling atop their heads. Osomatsu reached a hand out and Karamatsu started away, heading through the field. "Karamatsu," The first born, the eldest of the two bit out the other's name at first before pausing, reconsidering and hastened after him. "Karamatsu! Wait." The second eldest didn't stop. He pressed onwards, determined to head further into the snow. Matsuno, Osomatsu broke into a run, overtaking him at once.

"This is only temporary, don't you see?" Osomatsu urged, almost placating. "Soon we'll all get right back to where we used to be." Karamatsu paused, digging his heels into the snow. The frost on his uniform jacket made him appear all the more grey and Osomatsu hated it. He hated it, the snow and everything then. "Listen, I want it so badly too. I really do. You believe me, don't you?

"You do?"

"Yeah, almost from the very- no, at the start of it all."

Karamatsu eyed him. "You don't sound so sure."

"I am sure- what's more, you are too."

Matsuno, Karamatsu looked away. Matsuno, Osomatsu took his hand, remaining still as though waiting for the other to pull withdraw. He didn't. "Come back inside with me. We'll freeze out here."

Karamatsu lifted his gaze. He searched the first born's eyes, found what he was looking for and smiled for the first time that night. "Okay." He let Osomatsu lead them back to the pipe, tracing their steps and re-filling the imprints that their shoes made in ground, further flattening the used patches of snow which made their receding path all the more visible.

They reached the pipe in time, finding it faster than when they first did and settled themselves upon its barren surface, empty mostly aside from the snow which had settled in their absence. In silence they shifted, bodies soon pressed together upon the metal with their fingers now entwined. Outside the snow began to lessen, losing its intensity and allowing them to see the hazy glow of the street lamps beyond the field and alongside the sidewalk. Osomatsu hesitated before giving their bound hands a gentle squeeze before stopping, relaxing once the gesture was returned in full.

"You're right- it is beautiful," Matsuno, Karamatsu felt himself beginning to warm at this and Matsuno, Osomatsu continued, smiling as well. "and I love it now just like I loved it then." He paused to add. "All of it, really. All of it."

"I know."

Silence settled upon them both, but it was a comfortable one. Osomatsu eased his hand out of their warm grip and reached round the second born's shoulders, drawing him close and the earlier chill had gone entirely from the pipe, warmth suffusing his voice and the small space they were in. "I know."

The wind whistled through the trees, low and sonorous as the snow continued to fall. A small splash of light, golden and promising broke through the wintry haze, scarcely bright enough to reach the pair though they could see it in full view, and they smiled. It must be soon, Matsuno, Karamatsu thought then. Spring would come and all would be just as it were. This was proof of that.

They remained seated together in this manner until the snow fell, powder soft, through the field before trekking through the frozen grass, making off at last in their solitary way.

#Choukei #Choukeimatsu #Choukeimatsu scenario #Ask request #Osomatsu-san #Osomatsusan

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slumberinglabyrinth · 3 years

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a while back i did a review of the prison chapter in por and it was totally overblown and whatever but i kinda wanna do that again for (what remains of) radiant dawn so i guess i will

I'll be doing them in batches since this got long. In this post: 3-5 through 3-9

3-5: it's been two years and i forget why we have to defend this castle

this was a pretty alright map. the reinforcements were annoying but that's because I generally don't actually turtle all that much on defend chapters and as a result I was Right There whenever and wherever they showed up. I tried to grab the energy drop off the boss but the dude ran away from Heather the moment I created an opening and I didn’t want to reset so :^/

I moved provoke off of shinon and onto Brom for this and its... probably way too strong? like it wasn't a 100% draw rate but there were several turns in a row where he was the only person being attacked which is. insane. and also super fun lmao. I think it's a shame that the hostility mechanics in fe aren't as well documented; on some level it ruins the magic, but in cases like this where you're actively influencing it i think it'd be useful to know to what degree you're actually influencing it

disarm + steal is also a really neat/fun idea that would be a great way to counteract how i apparently will never have any money for weapons while playing as the greilgallia party crew 😔 (not to be confused with the greilgallia polycule, which disbanded around twenty years earlier) but I can also never get disarm to proc and half the things that i was able to get unequipped were too heavy for Heather to actually steal 😔

all around a decent map to ease myself back into playing rd with. I certainly could have played better, but defend maps tend to be easier and I appreciated that here

3-6: dawn brigade returns and promptly sinks into a swamp

god this map sucked. it's really hard to pick where to start with it but while i get that lore dictates that they need to only be fighting laguz right here it was probably the wrong gameplay decision with everything else that was going on. I think maybe making tigers have ~4 less str across the board would have been a nice start since I kinda needed to either never get hit by them at all or to kill them first.

several chapters later I’m also realizing maybe i should have like. started to use bexp lol

fighting laguz is also really weird in terms of like... because they have boosted stats while transformed so you can either kill them while they're untransformed (which is fairly easy but since they don't attack, you have to kill them during player phase which means one per turn per unit), deal chip damage (or none at all) to burn down their gauge so you can actually kill them, or try to power through their boosted stats and hope you don’t die in the process.

Because I hadn't used bexp and almost all my units were super weak, I mostly had to rely on the eff against beasts knife that you can buy in the bargain shop this chapter and also volug, who had enough def (even with halfshift) to not die in one round. Honorable mentions go to noland (a fitting name for this map), jill (with canto!), and zihark, who were able to help pick off untransformed laguz, and to micaiah, who could deal magic damage and actually damage transformed laguz.

this was also the first dawn brigade map! i know lots of people people dont like their maps after act 1 and while i was trying to go into this one with an open mind... yeah, they totally got shafted by this map design. it's not really their fault but this map sucked hard. I know that they generally did one of each class variant (fire mage, wind mage, etc.) and not have duplicates but I think that the dawn brigade would have benefited from another mage of some kind if only so you could have someone who could deal with all these goddamned cats

also bk shows up but since he's not a bonus unit i didn't want to feed him kills so i didnt really use him. maybe that was a mistake. also why couldn't he like. warp someone that wasn't the furthest away from the action.

3-7: hey so we heard you liked the previous map

Zihark is there? fuck this i'm reverting to a previous save and unrecruiting him

3-6: i forgot to mention that this map was a swamp map and also had darkness

I know I've mentioned that the similar map in fe6 (desert+fog) was actually kinda alright but this one isnt that at all. Playing through it a second time helped because i knew where enemies were spawning, but it was still more annoying than fun.

Swamps commit the cardinal sin of forcing everyone that can't fly (in this case: everyone but jill) to suffer massive terrain penalties. Deserts at least let mages move a little bit further (which admittedly wouldn't help much here since it's only micaiah and laura), but here everyone friend and foe alike (except Jill) moves slowly and it makes gameplay just grind to a halt which is never, ever fun level design.

Also Fiona just. could not move beyond the starting island. she couldn't even wade a little bit into the swamp like i did with ed and leo to attack at range and get laguz to untransform. they let you deploy everyone but it genuinely felt like i wasn't handed the tools to succeed at this map. always a great goal to have when designing a game

I don't know how to improve this map. unrecruiting zihark (by flying him up to the northeast with jill and having him talk to mordy/lethe) wasn't particularly difficult (battle saves make it easy enough to scout out where they were, and it's not like i'd ever feel bad about 'cheating' on this map) but... would a greater field of view actually help? would making it not a swamp actually help? would giving you more allied units that'll throw themselves in the face of danger with no regard for their own lives actually help?

I don't know.

3-7: but for real this time

Back to ikequest!

this map is... literally the same map as the previous one, but with a different map objective. and larger. and backwards. and not at night.

it's still a swamp.

Luckily, it's a survive map, and the vast majority of the enemy force does not have the time to actually reach you if you hide up in the corner.

Which is exactly what i did.

Here's the list of the optional units (ike and ranulf are mandatory, which sucks because i don't like using twinks cat laguz and ike's plot promotion feels miles away) I deployed and why I deployed them

Haar: to fly out and recruit Jill

Gatrie: to be carried by Haar and specifically to bait the single thunder mage in Haar's way (and help Haar clean out that area so Jill can be safely recruited). I gave him corrosion two maps ago and it actually fully disarmed a guy on this map! 🎊

Brom: stand near where the swamp ends and draw the handful of enemies that actually make it all the way there away from ike and ranulf and ulki and jaffar (who are auto-recruits in this chapter).

This map is. so incredibly easy to both beat and complete the (meaningful) optional objectives on. I missed a conversation between Ike and Micaiah (which requires you to travel all the way across the map that i just finished saying takes forever to traverse and do it in 12 turns), but as long as you unrecruit Zihark on the previous map (he's.... right in the middle of the main force so good luck if you don't) you can probably do this map first try with no deaths even if you haven't trained haargatriebrom At All

I think that kinda underscores a problem that intsys had with rd which was... it feels like they didn't really have a lot of time to fine-tune stuff? like you're going from the hardest (or at least most unpleasant) map to the easiest one this side of the tutorial and it just. doesn't feel good? like there's going to be some inherent difficulty in balancing a difficulty curve when you're shifting from party to party but. this was bad. really bad.

Also a side observation but it does actually say who units can talk to in battle prep which is pretty useful thing to have! you need to shift the stat spreadsheet allllll the way over, but it's there!

i promptly forgot about it by the time 3-10 came around and was like "hey i should just. have ike run up to elincia, see if they'll talk, and then reset" though lol

3-8: Less-than-Lethal Lava Land

A fairly standard lava cave map. My only real comment here is that it was kinda nice how they made the spots where you'd take damage fairly obvious while still making them appear as natural parts of the terrain. I think it was the durandal map in 7 but its "if you're on these at the end of the turn you'll take damage" tiles looked super out of place while the armads map on the other hand wasn't super self-evident and i'm glad they improved

3-9: still cant use lucia >:(

Another party shift (this time to Elincia), and there was some good use of ledges in this chapter!

Most of your units couldn't use them but it created alternate paths for the ones that could (Calill and Devdan). Previous maps tended to use them more as holes in your defenses than needed to be plugged, but it created ways to progress (and ways for reinforcements to catch up) that are usually reserved for flying units, except now you're interacting with the map instead of ignoring it completely.

I think I've yet to meet someone who genuinely likes ledges as a map element, though I think this map really drives home that the sole (inherent) problem with them is the accuracy modifications (which, as this map also demonstrates when the stairs near the end become a chokepoint, are actually present with all elevation changes). While the +2 damage dealt while on the high ground is reasonable, +50 and especially -50 to hitrate are insane and completely unnecessary modifiers. They should be half that if you even choose to retain both.

Anyway.

the absolute lack of a (player-controlled) healer in Elincia's party was also........ interesting. Annoying, but interesting. Why must allied clerics choose death?1

#fe10 #its a lot easier to articulate myself when the context of what im saying is so readily apparent

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mememan93 · 4 years

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too 10 zelda games and why?

an ask? sick!! ok top 10 zelda games with reason coming up! (why cant i tag asks??)

1: skyward sword (duh)- Everything about this game is amazing, the soundtrack, the Npcs that feel like people, the puzzles, the controls, just everything! The storyline was linear, but really worth it! This might seem unpopular, but i also loved fi, from her aesthetic to her theme, hell i didnt mind her tips, no matter how many times i play through the game! People say they dont like having to fight the imprisoned/ghirahim 3 times. I loved the ghirahim fights and didnt mind doing it 3 times. And while the imprisoned was annoying, it was there because of plot consistency. The old woman says that too much power will draw it out, and if that didnt happen every time yall would be complaining about plot consistency. Skyward sword also had some of my favorite characters: Ghirahim and this version of Zelda!

2: Spirit tracks (wii u virtual console): this was my first Zelda game, I used to play it at family events with my cousin on his ds because social anxiety. You might think that i have it so high for nostalgia, and while that was the case for a while, i recently got the virtual console version, and played though it twice (you know when you do something recently it loses its nostalgia?) the soundtrack was great, i loved anjean, and zelda in that game was incredible. Taking the form of a phantom to help you, literally all of zeldas and links interactions were adorable. People said hey didnt like the touch controls and while they did take some getting used to, i adjusted kinda quickly, and when i played phantom hourglass afterwards, i kept dying cause the rolls were different.

3: Ocarina of time (3D): yes i didnt have an N64, fight me. Oot is a fan favorite, and for good reasons. It basically invented the zelda formula (if i have my release dates straight?) not counting alltp. Shiek is one of my favorite characters in anything ever, and admittedly, i did get a little sad when navi left. The soundtrack is good, but short when compared to other zelda games (that and it keeps getting taken off of youtube gdi!) again, ive never had an n64, so idk what the water temple was like back then, (i know about the iron boots gear screen) but from some of my cousins reactions, it seems to be a LOT better in the 3ds version

4: A link Between worlds: This is a really solid entry in the zelda series. Its got just enough difficulty that i dont remember literally everything, but easy enough that i can listen to something like TAZ while playing and understand whats happening in both. Ravio is a good character, though i wish you could steal for him. The items system was really cool, but i like that feeling of “whatre ya gonna get in this temple” that most zelda games have.

5. Minish cap (virtual console wii u): the minish cap is an all around pretty game. The graphics are just beautiful, the soundtrack is amazing, specially minish woods! And its got another of my fave characters, Vaati! Ezlo was also a great character, and sure the kinstones are annoying if youre tyring to 100% the game as are the figures, so this is why we dont 100% things! /s

6. Majoras Mask (3D): Disclaimer: i havent finished this, i was in ikana when my sister lost our copy of the game. But i know the story. MM is a game with only 4 dungeons, so it would seem short right? No, because of the 3 day system it takes longer than expected and wants you to plan out what youre doing. It had a lot of memorable sidequests and the masks were really fun as well. The soundtrack takes those OOT sounds and creates a whole new feel and its a heckin good time!

7. Twilight princess (wii): another game i havent finished! This time because spider scary, and im worried about encountering another one. Midna is super awesome, as is the wolf form and twilight sections, but on the wii, the controls are… awful. Anyone who complains about skyward swords motion controls has obviously never played this version of the game. Zant was cool, but then he was immediately overshadowed by ganondorf with little explanation. At least in Skyward sword ghirahim makes it clear that all he wants is demises resurrection.

8. Wind waker (HD): for a lot of people this is their favorite, but idk it just never really clicked with me. Maybe its because i saved in the wind temple and Makar vanished so i had to reset my game? The soundtrack was good, but not really my fave, and i didnt like the king of red lions all that much. But other than that, it was a pretty solid game, just not one of my faves.

9. Phantom hourglass (wii u virtual console): after i beat spirit tracks i just HAD to play phantom hourglass, and i gotta say, i was pretty disappointed… the temple of the ocean king was like the tower of spirits, but the time limit. Oh the time limit. Also they fucking nerfed tetra in this game cmon! Ceilia made navi nosies, which i found funny for some reason. Honestly, the only saving grace is linebeck. his theme is amazing, he did grow on me, and the final boss fight against him was *chefs kiss*

10: Botw (both wii u and switch): yeah i just dont really like botw all that much. Half of the soundtrack is pretty decent, but the other half is * 5 piano notes* “what you want MORE???” I didn’t like botw Zelda. At all. At best she was quirky and kinda annoying, and at worst she made me wanna slam my head into the wall. I also didnt care about the champions, no matter how much the game wanted me to. The divine beasts were pretty bad, and the shrines were just kinda tiresome. The graphics were pretty cool (THANK GOD THERE WERE NO SPIDERS) i mean its a cool game, just not a cool zelda game, ya know? Also this is the only game thats made my wii u crash. And it wasnt just one time. Do with that what you will

#loz #i figured out how to tag #lee speaks #an ask!#long post #skyward sword #spirit tracks #tp #oot #mm

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cryptocism · 5 years

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So since pretty much everyone agrees that Tim needs a name change, and I think most people dislike the first two RR costumes (I dislike the pretty much Robin one too, because it seems like he hasn’t accept losing Robin, when I feel a lot of his comics right after Bruce W died was about that?) which leads me to: What do you think Tim’s costume would look like if he got a good outfit, and what name?

o yeah i was not a fan of the cowl. and the n52 design is just… so busy and excessively accessorised (excessorised???) - i drew it a couple times for this project im workin on and the whole process was me squinting at reference panels and whispering softly but passionately “what the fuck” - and i agree on the rebirth RR design, it looks more derivative of dick and jasons retconned robin costumes than inspired by tims og 80s design (however. the unternet costume - its simple and appealing and clearly nightwing-inspired and i am a fan, also the giant scythe/halberd/mace thing was so ridiculous i loved it)

which is why i thank pat gleason for my life bc tims new outfit is such a good modernisation of his original robin design. so i mean to answer ur question i think tim has a p good design right now (although not for long i guess since they announced hed get a new look/codename soon) BUT if i were in charge of debuting a new design and name… hm……….

whatever his new name is, it’d preferably have something to do with wherever his personal storyline is headed, which i dont know, and for all my complaining abt how red robin is a shit name i dont actually have great alternatives lol. i did see somewhere the suggestion for the name “Cardinal” which i dont hate, so ill use that as a placeholder for now (although “Halcyon” is an interesting option)

tangentially, my personal preference for his robin graduation would be a miniseries featuring tim and damian both as robin, begrudgingly having to work together to fight some greater enemy and becoming true brothers along the way. ending with tim giving damian his blessing to be robin (a post-mantle blessing but still) with the first amicable passing on of the robin title literally ever

as for Look: his new design should a) accurately reflect his character b) mesh well with whatever tone his personal storyline is going for c) be a natural progression of gleasons newest iteration while still d) able to stand as its own iconic look

i always thought tim would do really well in a more grounded noir-style detective story, both using and especially subverting the tropes of the genre (for instance tim befriends every femme fatale and romances absolutely zero of them. theyre pals and have weekly movie nights or smthn) obvs using some of the mystery elements to springboard into classic comic wild times etc etc. theres also a great opportunity to include some more cyberpunk aesthetics to the look and feel ofthe story

i.e. tim is part of the waynetech r&d teams, working with them to develop new technologies, and proceeding to test out some of the prototypes while doing vigilante work (bc terry had to get his rocket boots from somewhere ok). gotham is still gotham, but its starting to see some of that neo-futuristic/blade runner flavour from batman beyond.

so. cyberpunk detective story starring cha boy tim drake. im not gonna draw it rn but lemme just gather some ref elements here in case i ever do

first off - motorcycle, obviously. redbird is back babey and this time its a two-wheeler. all his gear would be modded the hell out of, but the motorcycle itself would be an approximate balance of 70% ducati and 30% tron lightcycle situation. a speedy bike with ample room for the edgy overkill batfam aesthetic, with maybe a little akira in there who knows

same goes for helmet; 70/30 on this modern/cyberpunk situation. heres a quickly photoshopped “cardinal” helmet lol

although theres totally room for some daft-punk leds in there. serving as a heads up display AND a fun neon aesthetic. I really want to play into that John Wick neo-noir situation.

besides that… ive got a preference for street style over the superhero spandex, so… detective jacket. every detective has a good jacket. norm breyfogle made a comment on his early tim robin designs that itd be pretty either/or on jacket vs cape, merging the two looked a little silly. for robin they probably decided on cape to keep things classic, but for cardinal i can do what i want

and i want to bring back some of this popped collar.

which i basically did for that other tim design i drew, which i still like, so this one would probably be at least a lil borrowed from that.

attempting to merge cape/jacket might end up smthn like these:

which admittedly i like.

admittedly… i do also like the concept of wings introduced in tims n52 design, i just think they couldve been hidden/incorporated better

greig rapson had a sweet robin design that had a sort of flight-suit (which dove into the actual mechanics??? i love) and since id want to dive into tim testing out waynetech prototypes, its a pretty good natural progression from him to terrys glider thing

the whole ensemble would be fairly understated however - enough to semi blend in with any crowd, hero or civilian. after all the story focus would be just as much about solving the mystery as it is punching the bad guy

the various interchangeable gadgets would be both prototypes of terrys eventual batsuit, and also all the failed prototypes that never managed to get off the ground. just to add an element of tension/plot devices wherein tims gear could break or malfunction pretty much anytime.

im fixated on this rocket boot situation though so itd be a paired down version of terrys eventual seamless/invisible design. still noticable and clunky, but working with the sleek modernish style outlined by gleason

smthn almost similar to the prowler actually from spiderverse - as in: Clearly Rocketboots, and clearly diy’d the shit out of, but still working with that Aesthetic

(most of the screencaps of prowler are dark af so im taking this from jesus alonso iglesias concept art)

im debating on the addition of more overtly birdlike/cyberpunk elements, so ill add this here cause its dope as fuck (from ahmet atil akar).

and a lot of batclan capes tend to end with that concave spiked look, which works great for bats but not really for birds. a tailcoat might emulate the bird tail, but it also might evoke Penguin a lil too much idk.

also in the interest of keeping everything within the same sort of design language, i would Love to see some new villains emulating deconstructionist/architectural kawakubo fashion:

like could you imagine the supervillain potential

so uhhh yeah. budding cyberpunk detective story with a little noir and a little technological advancement progressing in fits and starts. taking from the gleason foundation with heavy black featuring brighter coloured accents and modern sleekness, made a little dorky via prototype technology, with some extra neon blade runner shit thrown in there.

depending on how much i love or hate the new codename/design reveal i might draw this via inspired motivation or spiteful motivation lol

#asks #tim drake #tim redesign ref #tim scarlet redesign

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spartanlocke · 4 years

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"Gross ass" what mean?? I've been wanting to get into MHA but I dont know much about the behind the scenes stuff

You see this disgusting little man? His name is MinoruMineta, and he’s comedy relief.

And by “comedy relief” I mean “sexually harasses the female characters, disrespecting women, makes pedophilic comments to a ten year old girl, and just in general is a disgusting little man.”

But apparently this is ok, because his intelligence and technique are 5/6 and he’s useful twice during the first two arcs of the anime then does absolutely nothing but behave like a disgusting little man for the rest of the 260 chapter manga!! And he’s funny an relatable!!!And if that - plus Horikoshi drawing 15yo girls in revealing, sexualized outfits despite it literally contradicting lore - doesn’t speak enough about the author…

Yup.

There’s also this bastard

Admittedly, I’ve grown a little bit fond of Bakugo. Mostly because, unlike Grape Bitch, he makes up for (most of) his flaws by learning from (some of) his mistakes, developing, and being actually funny. (Seriously, his expressions are HILARIOUS.)

Sadly, despite all that, there’s still the massive “favoritism” sign waved in the air by author…never addressing the fact he’s an abusive bastard. Very first scene he’s in we see him beating up his “best friend” Deku for the unforgivable sin of…wait for it…

Trying to protect a kid he was bullying.

Later, we see him tell Deku he’s “less than useless” and telling him to kill himself. Because that’s obviously what an aspiring hero would do.

And this is never mentioned again. Instead, we get his abusive behavior (admittedly toned down, since he’s no longer bullying people) used as comedy relief while everyone fawns over how naturally talented and Great At Everything he is. His growth doesn’t come from him realizing he abused his best friend, but instead from him failing tests because he didn’t prioritize the right things.

No one (not even the HERO TEACHERS) mentions he’s never gonna become the Top Hero if he doesn’t stop being a dick, no one brings up the fact Deku displays clear signs of trauma around him, only once is it mentioned his behavior “Isn’t very heroic” and it’s a side-comment that immediately fades to history. If it weren’t for him wanting to be a hero like All Might, he’d most definitely have been a villain. (And part of me kind of wishes he had, tbh.)

But the fawning over his talent and potential never. Fucking. Ends.

There’s also the classic “female characters aren’t nearly as well-written, powerful/talented or given the same importance/moments to shine as their male counterparts” issue that most anime still has. Also, did I mention there’s literally no reason for Momo to be half-naked? They literally have tech that allows clothing to work with Quirks. If Mirio can have a suit that doesn’t phase through his body then MOMO CAN HAVE A REAL SUIT THAT WON’T TEAR WHEN SHE USES HER QUIRK!! Also Toru literally has no reason to be naked just because she’s invisible. Because they have materials that work with Quirks.

But, as Horikoshi himself confessed, he’s a disgusting little cunt and pedophile, so of course he’s never gonna do this when he can jack off to an invisible, naked 15 year old girl instead.

But - most unfortunately of all - everything despite these flaws (like the characters* and story) is overall very well written, emotional and engaging. Seriously, I cried like a little bitch through the Eri arc. And the Camp Arc. And the Sports Festival Arc. And the Kamino Arc. And-

My Hero Academia is just something that’s really good despite its flaws, which is irritating, but at least it deserves the popularity it’s been given for its pros.

(*Edit: Characters that aren’t female, I mean.) (Edit 2: Oh, there’s also Endeavor, the classic “Father who abused his kids suddenly regrets abusing them cause they hate him and he’s so so so sad his kids hate him please feel bad for him please-” trope. Endeavor stans don’t interact.)

#asks #ottobooty #(actually u know what i'm untagging this to decrease the chances of the Stans finding it)

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I adore your Pokémon gijinkas! In fact you inspired me to draw some of my team lol, but what I came here to ask is do you have any backstory/summary about your swsh team like the one you gave to another person about your bw nuzlocke teammates?

ill be honest i dont have super detailed backstories for them but i definitely have character summaries!

kyle: you could say his “thing” is that he is really dumb but he certainly means well. hes always trying to make other people happy and wants nothing more than to have fun! he’s always looking onto the bright side of things and what he lacks in planning/forethought he makes up for with strength. i think he trusts others a bit too much, accepting Mura’s word with little question. he doesn’t hold back anything that is on his mind. felix is like his dad and when fleur entered the team last he was the first to try to include her because she was so shy, didn’t catch on that she liked him until a...while later. missy is his childhood friend but heidi is his best friend! his ‘dumbness’ is mostly just his impulsive tendencies combined with his optimism/unwavering trust. he will remember anything you tell him.

felix: the ‘team dad’ as i have appointed him. he spent a lot of time reigning in kyle and missy when they were younger and rlly does love them. as missy has grown up they spend a lot of time together and have tea a lot. hes more like her mentor now, always giving her advice and teaching her things, stuff like that. he gets annoyed pretty easily but he doesn’t, like, snap. i will jokingly call him a boomer bc he is a bit older and doesn’t keep in with the times or trends, and he can usually count on heidi to try to tell him about things (he’ll just nod along so he doesnt discourage her but he still doesnt understand honestly) i imagined he was a bit of a rebel in his nickit days before he had to wise up with two BABIES around and here he is now.

missy: she has a pretty stoic and femme persona, generally well liked by most who look at her, but she can be very callous and brash if she feels close enough to you. she likes to shame mura for causing drama but really she can be just as bad, just that nobody ever suspects her of anything. she’s not shy to the caliber of fleur, more bold even if shes reserved in her speech. the ‘mature one’ of her and kyle when they grew up, but would just observe his nonsense rather than stop him (this changing eventually as they got older.) she takes after felix a bit from observing him and being partially raised by him, although being an adult now she wishes to be viewed more as an equal than as a kid (luckily, he does!) she and heidi have a close relationship; missy originally felt heidi was someone she could be her ‘true self’ with until she realized heidi was looking for someone she could drop the punk vibes around, so basically the complete opposite for the both of them. theres a happy medium in there somewhere.

mura: you basically know mura the moment you look at mura. he likes to cause trouble and be a general hindrance to normal life for anyone around him with few to no exceptions. felix hates him but hes too valuable a power to the team to ever make leave. one of his favorite hobbies is telling kyle false facts that he will then spread. theres little that can bother him, besides heidi. they both have the incredible skill of being the only people that can trouble the other. it’s kind of a love/hate relationship and a months long game that neither will give up on. the only person he cant fool is missy and the only person he wont try to mess with is fleur because despite his love of antagonizing others, theres no real joy in making someone cry (at least not fleur.) he likes to act like hes bothered by her friendliness toward him but its kind of...nice. it makes him ALMOST feel bad he messes with kyle daily.

heidi: kind of what you’d expect of a toxtricity; punk rock, loves loud noise, always trying to have fun (like kyle! they became fast friends.) the only difference is that she really isn’t all this. she feels kind of embarrassed that she can be just as traditionally ‘girly’ despite her aesthetic, and isn’t as forthcoming with these traits. she hides her love of cute things and is sad that fleur seems to be scared of her at times (they’re working on it.) and as of now missy is the only one she can be slightly open with. her back and forth relationship with mura is of note, and while it does involve a lot of teasing, i think by this point there is some understanding that there’s more than that. they work incredibly well together in battle and when times get tough they would consider eachother allies. there’s some very evident flirting at times, but neither are into something serious. heidi seems to attract admirers wherever she goes (to which she happily accepts them.)

fleur: oh fleur. just a little baby. she was the last to join the team and found it very hard to find a place for herself, so she opted for not merging at all. she mostly just admired the synergy of everyone else and kept to herself. it wasn’t like she didn’t want to find friends, but she could never push herself into the spotlight. one individual she admired as well as began crushing on rather severely was kyle; i jokingly call her a morosexual but really she really values his optimism and spirit, since she lacks both of those things, in her opinion. for a while all she did was kind of observe him from afar because she didn’t know how to approach him, but he eventually caught on and began including her himself. it’s a bit overwhelming at times, but he did help her a lot in blending in better with the team--now its kind of like hes the one observing her, making sure she’s comfortable and alright. heidi tried a similar approach and being friendly with her, but fleur is admittedly intimidated by heidi much to the girl’s disappointment. she’s warming up to mura, using what little optimism she’s learning to have to help improve her relationships. missy and her get along pretty well; missy is trying to get her out of her shell by slowly but surely sharing her troublemaking tendencies with her.

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pocket-full-of-wonder · 4 years

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Title: Rest Summary: Sometimes you just need a break.

(Queerplatonic KageHina, soft kiddos, cuddling, future fic, living together, late-night comfort and warmth)

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Tobio doesn’t know what woke him up. Or when he fell asleep.

He sits up straight, ignoring the awful crick in his neck. There’s a piece of paper stuck to the side of his face, damp and crinkled with sweat, and even the dim light of desk lamp is enough to make his eyes water. Drawn curtains shield a dark, cloudy outside.

Tobio blinks out into space until his eyes adjust. His textbooks are spread on the desk in front of him, along with a plethora of scattered pages and pencils and highlighters. Stifling a yawn, he reaches for his phone and checks the time. Before he gets the chance, he’s distracted by a message just below it.

[Dumbass ❤] [Yesterday - 11:31pm] gonna be home late again, sorry you dont have to wait up for me, i have my key

The digital clock reads 1:04am.

Tobio bites the inside of his cheek, hard. Shouyou’s been working godforsaken hours lately and always comes home exhausted; Tobio always does his best to be up when he gets home, so they can eat dinner together or doze on the couch watching a movie. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

He leans back in the chair, more awake now, and sends a response.

[Kageyama Tobio] [1:05am] Are you still at work? How late are they keeping you?

He keeps refreshing the screen, trying not to worry. His foot taps at the carpet anyway.

[Dumbass ❤] [1:06am] jyst got home. on the cough couch m gonna go to sleep

Tobio swings himself to his feet, flicks off the desk lamp and shuffles from the bedroom, down the hall, and into the living room.

Their apartment is a small one, fit to accommodate a single person, but it’s never given them any issues. A good portion of the furnishings came from their Karasuno team, who were so ecstatic for them that they went against their wishes and bought them a whole amalgamation of furniture and supplies. They even helped paint the fixer-upper.

The hall light is on. Shouyou’s shoes are tossed by the genkan, but it seems more or less like he flung them there as an afterthought. His bag, employee visor and set of keys are on the coffee table, also thrown haphazardly, and Shouyou has wrapped himself into a fetal position on the couch, still in his coffee shop uniform, with a blanket half-drawn over his legs like he’d given up midway.

Quiet as he tried, Shouyou must have heard his footsteps, because he stirs. “Tobio?”

“Yeah.” Tobio keeps his voice low. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“S’okay,” Shouyou murmurs without opening his eyes. “Good to see you…”

Tobio smiles—something he hadn’t done a lot of before he met Shouyou—and settles on the couch by Shouyou’s head, careful not to jostle him. Shouyou responds by rolling over and digging his forehead into Tobio’s thigh.

“Long day?”

Shouyou nods. “Customer service sucks.”

“Yeah. I don’t know how you do it, honestly.” He used to hesitate when touching Shouyou, but now he runs a hand through his hair and it’s the easiest thing in the world. “I grabbed takeout earlier, I could reheat some for you if you want.”

“No, s’okay. I’d probably fall asleep in it. Thank you.” Tobio hums softly. “How’ws your day?”

“Pretty alright. Dropped a plate. Chef was pissed, you should’ve seen him, he had smoke coming out of his ears.”

Shouyou giggles, and it’s enough to make Tobio smile again. “But he didn’t fire you?”

“Nah. He apologized later, actually. It was pretty stressful in the kitchen today. One of the chefs was off their game, kept making the sauces wrong. I’m glad I’m just a dishwasher because the waiting staff was pretty stressed.”

“Oh nooo.”

“Yeah. It’s alright, though, everyone’s alright. We made it through the day without a lot of hassle. Tomorrow’ll be better.”

“That’s good.”

“Mm.” Tobio keeps stroking his hair. “How about your day?”

Shouyou makes a small noise of discomfort and burrows closer. “It was… it sucked a lot, not gonna lie. No one seemed like they knew what was going on, there was a new trainee so I was helping him, the manager never showed up, so Tamiko tried taking over but he didn’t know what he was doing a-and…” He stops himself there, curling his fists into the couch and sighing hard. “I’m just. G-Glad it’s over.”

“God, yeah, that sounds shitty.”

“It was.”

“Are you going in tomorrow?”

Shouyou shakes his head, the movement small but sure. “I… I can’t. M’not feeling well. I have a lot of sick days I didn’t use s-so… it—it’ll be okay.”

He says it like he’s trying to convince himself, or justify it in his head. Admittedly, Tobio is surprised, because there have been times when he’s had to physically keep Shouyou from going into work when he was sick or overworked. This is a huge step for him, taking care of himself, but it’s also an uncertain step for him judging by the tone of his voice. And Tobio can hear it; the unasked question that he’s desperate for an answer to. Shouyou doesn’t need to ask it for Tobio to know.

“Good, yeah, stay home,” Tobio says, nodding. He settles his arm around Shouyou’s shoulders and pulls him closer into his side. “If you don’t take time for yourself now, you’re gonna have to take twice as much time to recover later. It’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Shouyou nods, curling closer. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Tobio hums, Shouyou goes quiet, and Tobio takes this time to properly examine Shouyou’s features. It’s tricky in the dim lighting, but those dark circles around his eyes aren’t hard to miss. He looks simultaneously older and younger than he is. His hair has the knots and disarray of someone who’s been wearing a hat all day, and he still smells like coffee and plastic, so chances are he hadn’t showered when he came in. And he’s still in his uniform, too, sleeves bunched at the elbows and collar buttons undone. He’s still got his nametag on, actually, which Tobio removes carefully and sets on the coffee table.

Their work schedules are simple ones: Tobio’s shift down at the American-style grill ends around three in the afternoon (it only serves lunch); Shouyou’s usual shift ends somewhere around nine o’clock at night. It’s as simple as that.

But it’s past 1am now. For the third time this week—and probably the tenth time this month.

Tobio lets his hand drift from his hair to his shoulder and tries not to sigh. “You need to stop covering for your coworkers so much, Shou.”

“S’not always laziness,” Shouyou murmurs, a little disheveled now. He’s always so resolute about this, every time they have this conversation. It’s in his heart to be kind and helpful, to the point where sometimes it takes a long time for him to realize he’s being used. But that’s okay; Tobio can help with that. “S-Sometimes they just can’t make it…”

“If they can’t make it, then they can’t make it,” Tobio responds, letting his thumb swipe Shouyou’s hair off his temple. He feels a bit warmer than he should. “But if you keep coming in early and staying up late for them, they’re never going to learn. They’ll just use you as a doormat.”

Shouyou doesn’t reply, which usually means he can’t argue. Tobio sighs and squeezes his shoulder.

“I know you don’t like feeling like you’re letting anyone down,” he says, “but they aren’t your responsibility. Besides, they’re the ones letting you down in this situation. Don’t cover for them anymore, ‘kay?”

“Wh-What if they hate me? What if they really, really need help one day, and—”

“This isn’t a ‘one day’ thing, Shou. And if you think they genuinely need help, then you can make that call. I’ll help you. But you can’t keep doing this, you’re just hurting yourself.”

“B-But, I—”

“Look at yourself. You’re exhausted, Shouyou, you’ve been exhausted all month and it isn’t healthy. If your coworkers really hate you for not doing their job for them, they’ve got another thing coming. It’ll be okay.”

Shouyou takes his time thinking about it. Tobio has never been exactly patient, but he can be patient with Shouyou. Especially when he’s this out of it.

“... You’re right. I-I’ll try not to.”

Chances are it isn’t as easy as that, but Tobio will take it. “Good.”

Shouyou falls silent again, and Tobio gets more comfortable on the couch, leaning into the arm of it and maneuvering Shouyou until his head is settled on his chest and they can put their arms around each other. Shouyou’s breath stutters on the way in and out, and his heartbeat is just a little faster than normal. His weight is warm and familiar but limp and still. ‘Still’ should never describe Shouyou.

Tobio tugs him closer and draws a deep breath. He really is exhausted, huh…

“Hey,” Tobio murmurs into his hair. “You still with me?”

“Mmnn.”

“We should go to bed.”

“Mmmnnn.” A pause, so long that Tobio thinks he might’ve just up and fallen asleep. “H… Have you studied for the English exam…?”

“Not yet.” Tobio smooths back his hair. “We can work on it tomorrow.”

“I was gonna do some of it tonight…”

“You’ll be able to focus better after you’ve slept, it’s alright. Come on.”

Tobio doesn’t try to make him walk. He swings his legs off the couch, settles one arm under Shouyou’s knees and the other around his shoulders, and gets to his feet. Shouyou makes a small, almost confused sound, but is too exhausted to do much else. He tucks his head under Tobio’s chin and Tobio holds him close.

The bedroom is barely a five second walk from the living room on a normal day, but it takes about three times as long this time, with Tobio moving slowly to avoid jostling Shouyou. Shouyou had been fairly dead to the world before, but now he’s even more so, teetering on the edge of sleep, bundled and warm and safe in Tobio’s arms, like all is well with the world.

And, Tobio is glad that he feels this safe with him, that he trusts him this much. Shouyou draws in stress as easily as people draw in air; seeing those lines on his face finally smooth out settles the leftover worry in Tobio’s chest.

Shouyou is pretty much asleep by the time Tobio crosses from the hall into the bedroom, and he makes the executive decision not to nag Shouyou about getting out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable. He seems comfortable enough already, and waking him up risks him not being able to fall asleep again. They can wash the sheets tomorrow, anyway, it doesn’t matter.

Tobio lets him down gently, and snorts when Shouyou’s fingers twist into the collar of his shirt. “I’m gonna drop you if you don’t let me go, dumbass,” he murmurs without bite. ‘Dumbass’ has become some sort of weird… term of endearment. He doesn’t know how else to describe it, but there’s no malice behind it. There never was.

Shouyou murmurs under his breath, incoherent, and Tobio rolls his eyes and pries his fingers off carefully.

“I’m coming back,” Tobio huffs, tossing the blankets over him, “I just need to turn out the lights. Gimme a sec.”

Shouyou blinks up at him slowly and dazedly, and Tobio takes a moment to press their foreheads together before heading into the living room.

‘Turning off the lights’ ends up being more than just that. He starts with locking the deadbolt, which Shouyou forgot to do on his way in (it’s a habit of his, which is why Tobio picked up the habit of checking all the doors before bed), and then he makes sure he really did put the takeout in the fridge because it’d be sad to wake up and realize he’d left it out all night (which is his bad habit that Shouyou usually balances out). He finds Shouyou’s phone on the coffee table, unlocks it (his and Tobio’s passwords are the same; the day they went to the Spring Tournament) and silences all Shouyou’s morning alarms.

The earliest one is set for 3:15am.

Tobio sighs heavily, powers down the device, and then he finally turns out the lights and returns to the bedroom.

Shouyou is completely out now, his breaths a gentle lull in the otherwise quiet room. Tobio enters as silently as he can, draping his jacket over the desk chair before settling in beside his best friend. They don’t have a name for what their relationship is yet, but they’ve never needed one. With or without a definition, they know what they have. And what they have is uniquely theirs and so, so precious.

When he’s sure Shouyou is soundly asleep, he envelops him in his arms and pulls him close, ignoring the scent of old coffee and instead relishing in his familiar warmth. Like clockwork, Shouyou’s arms immediately come to wind around Tobio’s waist and he snuggles closer, and Tobio doesn’t know what he did to deserve this. To deserve him.

“T’bi...?”

“Shh. Sorry. I’m back.” He detangles some of the knots in Shouyou’s wild hair and smooths it back gently. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mm.” Shouyou breathes a long sigh of relief, letting his head rest fully against Tobio’s chest. “M’l’v y…”

Tobio snorts, holding him closer. “I love you, too, stupid,” he whispers. It feels like a promise, and his heart is so warm. “Get some rest.”

Shouyou makes a small, incoherent muffle of agreement, and Tobio shuts his eyes and lets the warmth and calm and peace wash over him.

He doesn’t know what to call this special thing of his and Shouyou’s, but he doesn’t need to know. Shouyou’s never cared, and neither has he. All that matters is what they do know, and that is that they have each other, they love each other, and they wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#haikyuu!!#hq #fanfic #fanfiction #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #kagehina #qpr kagehina #queerplatonic #fluff #comfort #soft kiddos #cloud writes #hugs #cuddling #theyre just soft kiddos i love them so muc #hhh

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softlimefluff · 4 years

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Oh gosh I forgot to say I wanted a matchup!! Jojo matchup please hehe >~

I forgot the part too ;~; I curse my ADHD uhhhh parts 4 or 5? UwU

Heheh I wonder if you can figure out who I am? I’m ENFP, 5'5", I have a very open and kind atmosphere which tends to draw people towards me, specifically people who carry emotional baggage. I tend to be very nurturing to people and if someone says something hurts I’m in full Nurse mode. I am very adventurous and curious and the thought of a new place to explore and new things to learn turns me into a kid on Christmas. (½)

I’m very hyper and giggly but I know when to be serious if I have to be. Im very caring and I’m always there for people when they need it. I love to sing, read, write, dance, and take photos of things that catch my eye. I dont like people who cant take a joke, being limited in things, or feeling constricted or controlled. I plan to travel the world and photograph everything I can, but I’d also be quite content with being an actress in theatre. (2/2)

Your match is:

Fugo!

Initially, I leaned towards Josuke because you both want to travel, but I think he’s more like your personality twin instead of romantic match! So I went for Fugo instead! Your ENFP is a good match for his INTP and while he has past emotional baggage to work through, he would never take advantage of you. Your kindness would be comforting to him, like a place he could always be safe in and know he’d be protected.

Fugo is 5’6, so you’d be really close in height (maybe even taller in heels? heh~).

Your kind, open personality would be sure to draw Fugo in, and though you admittedly attract people who need healing, he would be careful not to burden you with his past. Because of your nurturing spirit, he would feel safe enough to open up to you, spilling all of his secrets and giving you the details he would never reveal to anyone else. He would willingly accept your love and healing, from then on completely trusting and relying on you. He would try to be open with you if thoughts of the past were haunting him or if he had bad dreams.

While he’s grateful for your kind nature, he would never assume that it was the only reason you were with him. First and foremost, he wants to be your partner and companion. Your “nurse mode” would absolutely be part of you, but not the only part he loves. Your passion for adventure and exploring would make him more excited about life and bring new joy to rediscovering his town and the surrounding country. He’ll take you on day trips whenever possible to take photographs of the beautiful scenery and try the local cuisine (you love beautiful locations, he loves delicious food—it’s a win for both of you!).

Fugo might be more reserved at first (as he is around the others in Passione), but around you he begins to open up! When he first hears your jokes, he might be stoic or analytical, but as he realizes that it’s harmless humor, you can see his playfulness come out. He would agree with your dislike of being limited or controlled and try to be as open as possible in the relationship—loving and affectionate just enough to let you know he cares, but never smothering or overwhelming so that you feel trapped.

Finally, Fugo would love getting to know your hobbies and interests, sharing whatever music he likes, enjoying private times to dance with you, and quiet moments of reading your writing or sharing his favorite books. He’s never done much photography, but he adores seeing yours!!

He’ll ask you about the places in the photos, which ones are your favorites, and if there’s any special meaning or compositions behind them. If you choose to pursue acting, Fugo will be in the front row at every opening night. He may be quiet at times, but he’s loving, devoted, and fiercely loyal. He will need reassurance at times, but you can count on Fugo to be a supportive partner.

Your first date would be after exhibiting some of your photos at a local cafe. Fugo would wander in to grab coffee and happen upon the opening night. As he looks them over, you catch his eye. He’s blushing already, putting his focus quickly back on the photos. You don’t approach him, but instead sit at your table with a fresh cup of espresso. He soon walks over.

“Are these yours??” He motions to the photographs, coffee in hand.

“Yes, they are.” You smile up at him, motioning to the chair across from you. “Would you like to sit?”

When he does, you two slowly open up over your art, sharing stories about the subject matter between sips of coffee. It’s really warm and gentle and the atmosphere is welcoming—you’re at ease (for Fugo, this is the ideal! He’s been shy ever since college, but this meeting helped him open up again!). Before he leaves, you give him your business card, saying you’re open to talking any time and hoping he’ll make the next move. It’s a welcome surprise when he does that evening and you two soon make plans to meet again!

Your first kiss would take some time to happen, only because Fugo needs lot of time to warm up to anything physical. With his past history of abuse, he would very very gradually open up about it, initially shying away from hugs or holding hands, but not quite knowing how to tell you why they make him uncomfortable. With time (a month or two, depending how many dates you go on), he would finally start to open up, beginning with a mention of abuse and that physical touch makes him nervous. Gradually, you’d get the full story, Fugo falling into your arms after it all, needing comfort and finally ready to be close to you. You hold him in your arms, kissing his hair, and telling him over and over that it wasn’t his fault. After he’s adjusted to being held, holding hands and hugging wouldn’t be far behind. He trusts you with everything now. So when Fugo finally asks you for a kiss, you’re pleasantly surprised. It’s been a long time coming and is worth every moment of patience. Fugo leans over to you with a quick peck on the lips. You take his hand, asking if you can have another. If he agrees, you lean in, gently tracing your fingers over his jaw, before pulling a slightly longer but still gentle kiss from him. He’s amazed! He likes affection now, but only on one condition: it has to be from you and only you~

#oooof sorry this took forever uwu #idk was this Sarah????#hahah #I should have done mista if it was xD #anyway hopefully u like this guess me anon!!#matchup #jojo matchup #pannacotta fugo #jjba

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balphagor · 4 years

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Elturel Has Fallen: An Orphan in hell - Part 1

Preface: In my D&D group we were playing Descent into Avernus and instead of doing the first section of the story they instead simply jumped off the floating city for... strange reasons, so this is my old high level character from the previous campaign traveling to Avernus for personal reasons playing through the opening quest in their place from his point of view.

After speaking with experts in Candlekeep on the process of infernal contracts and what happens to souls ensnared by them Orphan (A Drow, or Dark Elf male) used his magics and Plane Shifted himself to Baator or "The Nine Hells" to the first level of Avernus, concentrating his mind on a city there apparently names Elturel under the sage of Candlekeep he had met with.

A hot, stinging air assaults your senses. The city street in which you stand is lines with buildings that are crumbling, if not already collapsed. The ground shudders beneath your feet. In the red, smokey sky, a 400-foot-diamater sphere of darkness discharges strokes of bluish-white lightning that strike the city at irregular intervals. Perched atop a distant bluff, overlooking the rest of the city is a crumbled fortress. - Baldur's Gate - Descent into Avernus

Wondering the streets carefully he notes many things, the demons and devils in the skies above, seemingly fighting, though at a distance too far to tell for sure, and all but sounds of battle a deafening silence. Realizing he would need to find others for information, or even better yet maybe even find a guide Orphan sends his Sprite companion Lilly into the air using their bond to see through her eyes the surrounding area, and as luck(?) would have it there seemed to be a gathering of people to what he presumed to be the north of the city so carefully began setting off in that direction to meet up with them. Though the streets were far from safe, and where people were lacking demons and devils stood in place, such as a fierce looking devil all in black riding upon a equally blackened horse (A Narzuhon riding upon a Nightmare), thus showing Orphan that this was not a place to tread lightly. Hiding in a nearby building was enough, and he watched as the devil patrolled by, thankfully in the opposite direction to where he was heading, the fear he felt reminding him this this time he was alone in his quest, so caution was key!

It does not take long for Orphan to reach the northern point he spotted the group only to find the group gone. "They hid in that building over there." a voice resides within his mind, spinning around he spots a strange creature reminiscent of a humanoid vulture (a Vrock) perched upon a nearby ledge looking down upon the grounds below with a despondent look in it's eyes. "The humans I mean, I presume you were looking for them?" it continues, "Yes!" he replies "I had seen a group and thought to meet up with them, I am admittedly rather new to this place so would have appreciated more information", "No offense but..." he begins "You are a Vrock, is that not correct? I do not wish to offend, but I am more used to your kind hunting for hiding humans, rather than helping, or even ignoring such an easy target!", the Vrock pauses for a moment before letting out what could be seen as a laugh "What's the point? I have been in this war for hundreds of years, killed and died and killed and died over and over and over again and honestly... I just dont see the point of it all any more.", a silence filled the air for a few moments, then Orphan replied "Well then why not try something new?" in confusion and intrigue the Vrocks head perked up, "Why not come with me for a bit, see what it is like on the other side of the war, who knows, it might even be fun!", the Vrock stared long and hard at Orphan then looked up at the battles raging above, then back at Orphan "I could ripe out your eyes and feast upon your innards, many a times I have, and yet you would still welcome me?" with a smile Orphan replies "Sure, though I would prefer to keep my eyes" before beginning to laugh. The Vrock smiles back wryly "Then consider me your traveling buddy.".

Heading over to the house that the Vrock pointed out there was obvious noise coming from inside, the noise of several people bickering, and a child crying. The voice of a female could be heard from within, seemingly trying to assuage the group "I know things seem bleak, but we must band together! All we need to do is get over that bridge and we are half way to High Hall!", "But there are devils guarding the bridge!" a much meeker voice returned "Don't worry I have an idea we could use to..." suddenly there is a silence in the group "Who is out there?! I could hear your footsteps.", shocked Orphan looks back at his new companion who shrugs back at him "Uhh... hi, we didn't meant to like spook you or anything, we just didn't know how to introduce ourselves" the silence continues for a moment "How many of you are there? Are you citizens of Elturel?" the female demands, "Uhh... well there are just the two of us" his sprite gestures to him annoyed "Ok technically there are 3 of us, and no we are... I guess from out of town?" more silence, then "What is your purpose here, are you a friend or foe?" the female questioningly continued, "Well we are not enemies or anything like that, just travelers and I saw your group and thought it wise to come find you since I'm new to this city, and as I overheard, sorry, it sounds like you might need some help clearing a bridge, we'd be more than happy to help out!" one final moment of silence then "I alone will come out, put away any weapons you may have and we will speak further" to which Orphan replies "But of course" completely forgetting that his new companion may scare this woman, the door opens slowly, and upon her eyesight catching the Drow she lets out a sigh, "My name is Reya Mantlemorn and I'd..." her eyes widen in shock as she quickly draws her sword upon seeing the demon behind Orphan "Get down, demon!" she yells, Orphan suddenly realising that most people dont just try to make friends with passing demons jumps in the way speaking up "Nonononono wait waaaaaait, he isn't bad, well, mostly not I think, he is taking a break of sorts from this war stuff to see what it is like on the other side of the battle!" Orphan shouts out with haste "Isn't that right?!" he gestures towards the Vrock who shrugs with a smirk, "See! ...I think. Just like... give him a chance." Orphan pleads, Reya looks the demon up and down "I do not trust you, and I do not like you, I would be happy if all of your kind vanished from existence... but I did not realise how desperate things would be in Elturel, and at the moment I need to consider the safety of my people over my personal feelings, and if this... thing truly will help keep my people safe, then I will stay my blade... for now.", "See best of friends!" Orphan jokes, trying to break the sudden silence, "So... your plan?" he continues, "Hmm... yes... the plan is, that we need to cross the bridge to get to the western half of Elturel, the only problem being the bridge is guarded by a group of devils, but we may have an ace up our sleeve." she continues "Unbeknownst to the devils guarding the bridge there are enchanted holy runes carved upon it, and if I can get close enough I should be able to activate them, which they wont like, it wont be enough to kill them, but it will hurt like... well hell, the help I will need is after this they will be angry, and I will need help finishing them off." for a moment Orphans face scrunches before "Ok so you turn on the holy light show, then we take out the stragglers... sounds easy enough!", "And though I will not actively attack my brothers, I am more than happy to see another devil ridden from this plane!" the Vrock cheerily adds, "Then we head to the bridge." Reya responds, before leading both towards their destination.

Peeking out from the ruins of a nearby house we see that in total 6 devils occupy the bridge, two with writhing tentacle beards (Bearded Devils) and 4 covered in many sharp spines with wings (Spined Devils). The plan was for Reya to quietly and quickly activate the runes, then once they attempt to flee the bridge I will be lying in wait ready to launch a Wall of Light to attempt to blind the devils and keep them on the bridge for as long as possible while peppering them with other spells, then the Vrock (being careful not to touch the bridge itself) will fly up and use it's Stunning Screech to attempt to stun the devils and then retreat, and should they escape the bridge Reya would step in to fight them with martial combat while we help to finish them off.

Reya successfully sneaks up to the closest activation rune and begins chanting the holy words, and it is with that flash of light that our battle began. The devils all scream out in pain, but there is but a short reprieve as a sudden Wall of Light spans the length of the bridge, catching all the devils in it's light instantly evaporating the four Spined Devils, and though one of the Bearded Devils managed to look away in time, the other was blinded, next the Vrock swoops in and let's out a deafening cry, stunning the first of the Bearded Devils, while the other managed to shake it off. Though realising the sad situation it found itself in, watching it's last remaining stunned ally burning in holy light the only remaining devil who could still move charged towards Reya, and using all of it's strength it dashed across the bridge, finally it was free of the holy light, but sadly the dash had taken all of it's strength, meaning it was wide open for attack. Reya lunged at the devil, making three quick slashes with her swords with the first two going wide using her longsword, but the third striking it's mark with her shortsword and though it smiles for a moment at her mistakes it all too quickly realises it's folly as it is assaulted from all angles by Eldritch Blasts before being finished off by a portion of the Wall of Light splitting off to strike it from behind, evaporating the creature where it stood. The party them watched as the near dead final devil screamed out in pain, it leapt from the bridge hoping to end things on it's own terms only to also be caught in the back blasted by the same Wall of Light as it's fallen comrade.

And with that, the bridge was clear.

After doubling back to retrieve the townsfolk who were left behind, we slowly crossed over the bridge and made our way south, Orphan was informed that High Hall was the safest place for survivors to gather, and thus that was where Reya was taking the people she had found, all the whole there she still mistrustfully watched over the Vrock, while also trying to watch for any other threats, and despite some flaming spouts of hellfire scaring the life out of the group, and thanks to hiding and resting in abandoned houses along the way the journey to High Hall was majorly uneventful, much to the joy of the townsfolk, and very much to the joy of Reya. Though this peace would not last, as when High Hall came finally into view, from the obvious damage the scene was clear, High Hall was currently suffering from a rather devilish invasion!

This clifftop castle was once the crowning architectural jewel of Elturel. Only three of its five watchtowers still stand, though they appear abandoned. The Wooden gates that once led into the castle grounds have been shattered, leaving a gaping hole in the wall. The west side of the castle has been reduced to a pile of smashed brick and broken wood. The surviving buildings are blackened by soot. At the center of the castle grounds, the High Hall cathedral stands defiant. - Baldur's Gate - Descent into Avernus

As they approached all was eerily quiet, once again the townsfolk were ordered to hang back in hiding, waiting until receiving the all clear, peering through the wrecked entrance way it was clear a battle had took place, there were bodies on the floor, blood still oozing from their fresh bite wounds, and at the other side of the courtyard, the likely contributors of the bites, two hellish dogs (Hell Hounds) seemingly guarding the central cathedral doors, and as there didn't seem to be anyone else around they chose to strike hard and fast!

"Ok so hear me out, I have an idea." Orphan relays in a hushed tone, "They dont know we are here yet, so I have a spell perfect for this situation!" with which he once again pokes his head out and pointing towards the direction of the hounds begins to utter foul eldritch words, and from the Abyss pop a pack of eight Dretches (which Orphan notes are strangely more canine and bestial than he is used to), which lunge at the surprised Hell Hounds!

Quickly swarming the hounds the Dretches begin clawing and biting at them, which while annoying does very little in terms of damage to them, they both return by trying to blast as many as possible with their Fire Breath, managing to hit two each burning all four, and even yet burnt as they are they continue their assault! The second assault shows much more ware from the hounds, but they are not about to give up, the first launches another Fire Breath once again leaving them nigh on deaths door, but they still cling to life, while the other hound unable to breath fire again so soon lunges at one of the Manes with a bite, killing off one of it's previously torched foes! Sadly though for the Hell Hounds the Manes are not even close to ready to give up and once again strike relentlessly leaving both hounds barely able to stand as they take what is likely to be their final action, with all their might they both unleash one final roaring flame, finally killing off several of the Dretches, but it is simply not enough, as the remaining few claw, bite and tear the Hell Hounds limb from limb.

"Oh great, now instead of 2 Hell Hounds to combat we have four demons!" Reya hisses as Orphan, to which he snaps his fingers and the remaining four vanish back to their realm and retorts with a smile "What demons?", at which Reya scowls.

Inside the cathedral it is a scene of chaos, blood and bodies everywhere, the group head deeper inside eventually spotting a strange white bipedal dragon like creature (A White Abishai) laughing over two human corpses with a group of six humanoids in robes (Cultists) who are currently stabbing at the now obviously dead bodies.

"Does this please you master? Will our great overlords look kindly upon us for our blessed work" a mad cultist gibbers, bloody dagger in hand looking up at the Abishai who simply looks down at him, "Yes you are quite right, there is much to be done, many to kill!" the cultist quickly states, almost as if in reply to something, standing up and commanding the other cultists to continue on their way.

"What is that?" Orphan asks pointing at the Abishai "They are part devil and part dragon, some say they serve Tiamat, and some claim them her jailers." the Vrock chimes in "Part dragon huh?" Ophan says under his breath, then "Watch this!".

The Abishai stares into space for a moment, then snaps back, almost as if it was somewhere else for a moment "Dominate Monster, a very useful spell, only recently learned it too!" Orphan relays to the group. "You will go to your followers and tell them your master contacted you and told you the others are traitors, all aiming to kill her followers as soon as their backs are turned, and you have been ordered to take them out instead, have your cultists kill as many of your men as possible, and then kill them yourself, and this killing is to take top priority over all else, as you must not hurt any of the people residing within High Hall, and if your cultists question this, tell them their master has found a use for them, I will contact you if there is anything else." Orphan states with a very serious face to which the Abishai begins to follow in the direction the cultists went, "As I said, very useful.".

Going in the opposite direction to the Abishai to try to cover as much ground as possible, the group finds themselves running into a Spined Devil who seems to be yelling at a group of 3 humans "Ok there is only one, we strike it again hard and fast and it wont know what hit it!" Orphan quickly says, the party leaping into action!

With a flash Orphan unleashes a Lightning Bolt from his staff and before it even gets a moment to realise what is happening it explodes in a storm of Lightning and ichor, upon seeing which the 3 humans collapse to the floor crying and screaming. Reya does attempt to calm them down, but their minds seem to be broken, and decides that we should continue on and send help back for them once the hall was safe.

Some time later the group heard yelling "Traitors", "Praise the one God!" and so on, and decided to investigate, finding the previous group of cultists with the Abishai (all looking rather tattered and burned, and with several cultists missing) fighting against a Barbed Devil in a room FILLED with Giant Crabs!

"This is our chance to take out a huge group of them" Reya commanded and quickly began running at the devil swords drawn, "Or you know... we could have waited and made and plan while they killed each other? But oh well..." Orphan said to himself with a sigh preparing to launch his attack.

Quickly launching a Fireball into the fighting crowd in all but vaporizes everything but the White Abishai and the Barbed Devil, both of who are immune to fire, the Cultists and Giant Crabs were not quite so lucky, following up Reya lunges at the Barbed Devil with a flurry of blades, all landing their mark and taking the devil by surprise as she emerges through the smoke to slash at him! Shocked and unable to see anyone else for the smoke the Barbed Devil quickly returns the attack with a flurry of its own directed straight at Reya it's tail bouncing off her armour, but it's claws finding their mark slashing at her arm causing her to wince back. Next up the White Abishai dashes at the Barbed Devil and Recklessly slashes at it with sword and claws, the clawing being easily batted aside, but the sword easily finding it's mark, though it more annoyed the devil than hurt it but before it even had a moment to think, out of the shadows launched a Vrock to which he exclaimed "A demon? Here?" before being on the receiving end of a sharp beak, and its even sharper talons, the talons driving deep into its shoulder with a pained yelp in response. The smoke beginning to clear Orphan could see that the group had advanced on the Barbed Devil, but that it still looked like it had plenty of fight left in it, so he knew he had to strike it hard running to the other side of the room to be sure to get a good angle he once again launched a Lightning Bolt from his trusty staff and well and truly shocking the life out of it, but it refused to go down, it was hurt, but it was not dead yet! Seeing that the spellcaster was clearly a threat he launched two motes of fire straight at Orphan, he dodged nimbly out of the way of the first, but in doing so directly placing him in the path of the second in a fiery explosion, and though it clearly had hurt, the fact that he simply shook off the pain worried this devil to his core. In the next moment he realised his surroundings, realised he was outnumbered and tried to run catching a claw and a talon on the way, limping towards the exit to the room he met his end with a simple Eldritch Blast.

The next half hour or so was spent scouring the remainder of the High Hall for any further intruders and grouping together all survivors, during this time Reya also retrieved the townsfolk who had been ordered to remain in hiding until it was safe.

As the hour of Orphans Dominate Monster would soon be up, he commanded it to tell him it's true name (Victuusa) before ordering it to fly as far away and as fast as it could from High Hall, deeming it more useful to him alive than dead.

Much time from then passed as order of a sort began to return to High Hall, and while Oprhan rested off his minor wounds he tranced, and was contacted by his Patron god "This is the final gift I can bestow upon you, may it aid your greatly, and may you succeed in your quest" a gentle smile graced his face and for the first time in a while, he allowed himself to sleep. After some time had passed Reya requested that Orphan come meet with someone important, and though he made everyone very uncomfortable, for his aid in the freeing of High Hall the Vrock was allowed to stay while Orphan did, though the lack of trust in him was very obvious.

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