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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Hey i see that asks are open again. Nice love your stuff. Can i ask for some arcane girls or guys.thinking there s/o left them after there first time but they are just down stairs making them some food or so ? Thanks anyway ❤️

I'm so happy to hear you like my writing. Thanks for the wholesome ask Anon!

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Marcus, Jayce, Viktor, Mel x Reader

Tags: mild-smut, developing relationship, morning after, kisses, making breakfast, hugs, neck kisses, shoulder kisses, flirting, teasing, slight dirty talk

A/N: My cooking skills aren't that good but I'd try for these characters.

Jinx is very cuddly in the morning so when she wakes up and finds that you're not there after the amazing night you spent together she's a bit hurt at first. The voices are taunting her about you leaving of course and she's quick to shut them up.

She tries to shrug it off, after all you're not exactly exclusive yet so she can't afford to be too jealous. She throws her clothes and gets ready for the day. When a scent of something burning catches her nose she things she set something on fire over night. However what she finds is you in the kitchen wearing only a shirt and your underwear as you struggle to make breakfast on her fire hazard of a stove.

"Ah there ya are sweet stuff. Almost thought ya left me. That'd be pretty fucking crappy don't ya think? If ya don't wanna be an item just tell me, no need ta sneak out. And trying to burn my place down too? Tryin ta get rid of the evidence or something? Ya... wanted to make me breakfast in bed? And ask me ta be your girlfriend? Oh... I uh... may have jumped the gun a little... I can make it up ta ya with a kiss."

Vi can't lie and say that she was more then disappointed when she woke up to an empty bed. She may be tough on the outside but you managed to break into her heart, so she can't just pretend that it was a one night thing.

After all she took you on quite a few dates before this and thought that the two of you were on the same page about the relationship. Clearly not. She wants to blow off some steam. However just as she pulls her hoodie over her head she hears someone humming. It turns out to be you, back turned to her while making food. Vi grins and sneaks up on you, startling you for a moment as she hugs you to her front and tilts your head to kiss your neck, right over the kisses and bite marks she made last night.

"Morning sweetheart, though you left me but... this is a nice surprise for sure. I had half the mind to march over to your place and give you a piece of my mind for toying with me. Glad I don't have to. Food looks good. Oh and the pancakes too. Hold still, I want to have a little taste, the pancakes can wait. You bet your sweet ass I'll put you on the table, I might be from Zaun but I eat my food at the table."

Caitlyn is surprised to find you gone in the morning. After all you'd have to sneak off through the window and she's pretty sure she would have heard you.

She absolutely wants to have a talk with you about leaving after having sex for the first time. You seemed pretty happy last night and didn't make any move to leave why she fell asleep. She can't think of any reason you'd sneak off. But before she goes to confront you she needs to eat something since she's pretty spent from last night. Caitlyn makes her way into the kitchen only to find you laughing and talking with her dad as you make food for her and the other Kiramman's.

"For a moment I thought you snuck out on me darling. Glad to see that wasn't the case. What are you making? Hm... sounds good. And did you put my dad up to helping you or was he already here? You're learning the secret Kiramman recipes? Well I know we've been doing pretty well but a marriage is going a little too fast don't you think, plus I don't even have a ring for you. A kiss? Sure I can do that for you, but I fully expect you to make this up to me with a date at a later time."

Ekko was a bit glad when he didn't find you in bed the next day. He does enjoy your company but he's part of a rebellion so it might be best for you to keep your distance.

However when he washes up and gets into the kitchen he finds you already sitting at the little table, waiting for him as you divide the breakfast and coffee you made. He's a bit at a loss for words at first because the last thing he expected after a wild night of having sex was for you to have the energy to get up before him and make all this food for the two of you. He's still not sure if you should involve yourself with him so closely but he can't fight the warm feeling in his heart as you motion him to sit down and eat before it gets cold.

"Color me surprised Firefly, you got more stamina than I gave you credit for. Have you been holding out on me last night? No, I'm not complaining about it, couldn't you tell I had fun? Did you... did you run into anyone while getting the ingredients for this? I'm not embarrassed, I just... I'm a little worried for your safety alright? I don't want you to get in trouble because you're associated with me, we're not exactly popular in Zaun at the moment. Yeah I know you can take care of yourself, but you can't stop me from worrying about you, not now or ever."

Silco is used to sleeping alone so getting to fall asleep next to someone for the night was refreshing. He wasn't really expecting you to stay either so he goes about his day when he wakes up.

Upon opening the door however he's met with Jinx who tells him that you're in the kitchen and that you're... not the worst choice for a partner. Confused Silco makes his way to the kitchen where he finds you cooking for three. You see him and forget the food for a moment as you cross the distance between you and give him a big kiss and tell him good morning and you hope he's worked up an appetite since last night. Silco chuckles and is about to kiss you back when Jinx barges in commenting on how gross you're being so early in the morning.

"So uh... darling, I think we should eat, after all you went through all the trouble of making breakfast, it'd be a shame if it went cold. Jinx you be polite, they're a guest. No, not because... nevermind, eat your food. Why are you laughing for? My façade? I have no such thing darling, you've seen all of me from the start. Including last night. Right, sorry, Jinx you eat here, we're gonna take our food upstairs. Come darling. Sorry about her, she's a good kid I promise. No she won't try to kill you. I promise. Hey, wow, what are... oh... I was serious about the food but... I could work up a bit more of an appetite."

Sevika is usually the one to leave, not the other way around. She didn't expect anything from the relationship, after all it was just a one-night stand. At least it was supposed to be.

Sevika takes a quick shower only to come back to the bedroom with you standing there holding a tray of food and wearing nothing but a shirt. She doesn't bother to hide the way her eyes hungerly trail over your mostly naked body. You fidget under her gaze and tell her you wanted to make her breakfast as a thank you for an amazing time last night. Sevika can't help but smirk and lick her lips before she takes the tray, disposes of it on a nearby desk, picks you up and throws you back on the bed, practically tearing your shirt with her metal hand and kissing a way down your neck, shoulders, chest and stomach.

"I appreciate the food sweetcheeks, but if you wanted to thank me you should have waited for me with your legs open. It was a nice gesture though, who knew you were such a romantic. Of course I plan to eat it, you worked so hard on it after all. But first I'm gonna have my fill of you. Huh, why do you want me to wait? You wanna do this again? Take to dinner? I don't really date. You'll bribe me with more food? As in actual food or... this. Hm... well if that's my treat I might think about a date. Now, let me hear you moan for me."

Marcus doesn't have much time for one-night stands so that fact that had one with you was pretty unusual already.

He didn't expect you to say and thought you'd sneak out as soon you as you woke up. Instead however he found you in his small kitchen, laughing and talking with his daughter while she handed you various ingredients for breakfast. Marcus blinked at the sight, half convinced he was dreaming. The scene was just so... domestic, something that he hadn't experienced in a very long time with another person. You broke the spell when you called out to him and whished him good morning, a little awkward as you sat at the table. His daughter was quick to run up to him, take him by the hand and lead him to the table to eat.

"I see you decided to stay a while huh? I don't exactly mind. But we should talk more about this later. Mmm, this isn't bad. Did you help out too Ren? It's very good, yeah. Are they a good friend? Well yes you could say that, they're a very good friend. Isn't that right lovely? Yeah I know I need to get to work soon, but I'll eat this first, it's been a while since I had a meal like this. You can... make it again sometime, if you want."

Jayce is pretty big on cuddles. He's cuddled with you many times but last night was the first time you had sex so of course he looked forward to morning cuddles, only to be sad when he fund you gone.

He sighed, oh well, maybe he misinterpreted your intentions. Last night was fun though he can't deny that much. Gathering his clothes and washing up he finally makes his way downstairs to make himself some breakfast, only to find most of it already made by you. To make things better you're making it while mostly naked, only wearing shorts that don't hide much and one of Jayce's shirts which is a bit big on you. He chuckles at the fast he was worried and offers to help you with the rest of it, but of course he does get more than a bit distracted by your thighs and the fact that you seem to be showing off his bite marks proudly along your neck.

"I'm glad to see you're still here babe. Hah, I was a bit worried yeah, I really like you so, I'd like this to be a reoccurring thing you know. Unless... you were just being polite, in which case forget what I just said. Oh thank gods, I thought I made things really awkward for a moment. Hey, careful with that! You're gonna burn yourself, and we can't have that, I won't have that. You need to pay attention. Oh haha, I might steal a few peaks at you but at least I'm keeping a firm grip. You are too? What do you... oh fuck! Right... right now? What about the food? Haha, you're hungry for something else? That makes two of us actually. Ok, but don't blame me if you can't walk later."

Viktor doesn't sleep with many people and doesn't exactly know what the norm for things like this is. Usually his dates at least wait until the morning to leave so he was a bit baffled that you were already gone.

Just as he was stretching he hears the door opening and sees you carrying two bowls of food. You awkwardly wish him good morning as you walk over to the bed. Viktor brings the blanket around him, a bit self-conscious about him being the only one naked here. You chuckle and give him a quick peck on the lips before offering him the bowl of food. This was certainly different than his previous hook-ups, but he doing that he rather liked this change of pace. The food was delicious too.

"This is quite the surprise darling. I'm not gonna complain about someone as beautiful as you serving me breakfast however, that would be very stupid of me. I am curious however, what prompted you to do this? Just felt like it? Do you always do this for the people you sleep with? Well then I'm glad to hear that I'm special to you. I think you're quite special to me also, and I'd like to explore that further. Are you free tomorrow evening?"

Mel doesn't bring many people to her bed, but those she does bring, she wants them to stay. If Mel brings you to her bed it means she likes you enough to give the relationship a try at least.

So imagine the disappointment when she finds you gone the next morning. Mel is pretty good at reading people so she thought she had your intentions figured out. She was definitely keen on giving you a piece of her mind next time she saw you. Little did she know that the next time would be very soon seeing as you're setting the freshly made food on the table right as she gets down the stairs. It was definitely a pleasant surprise for her. But she did still want to clear the air and make her attentions known in case they weren't clear earlier. She wants to date you.

"Good morning darling, I was looking forward to waking up to you, and yet you seemed to have different ideas hm? Don't get me wrong, I like the gesture, its incredibly sweet of you, but next time I'd appreciate a heads up. Yes, I fully plan on there being a next time. That is, if you'd like that of course, I certainly would. Good, I'm glad we're on the same page. How about we eat this and then go back to bed? I'd hate to let this food go to waste but I was fully ready to cuddle you until noon. And doing a few other things as well, and we're sure to be very energized after this no?"

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bloomries · 1 year

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Uhm hi i don't really know how to use Tumblr lol I think this is how you do requests??

So anyway do you mind doing like the brothers (and side characters including Luke if you want) reacting to Mc that has like REALLY long hair that's like down to their ankles and they have them in 2 braids and all?

And like if Mc spins them around or trips on them or accidently hits someone with them lol

Sorry if it's too much aaaaa

HAVING LONG HAIR

﹙ ✿ ﹚── includes : the seven demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis : you have incredibly long hair, which leads to a lot of shenanigans.

﹙ ✿ ﹚── warnings : 2nd person pov. gn! reader. reader's hair is described as long & flowy, and is usually in two braids (similar to jinx's from arcane/lol).

﹙ ✿ ﹚── blossom's note : you did perfectly sending a request haha don't worry! i hope you like how i wrote your request out!

LUCIFER

It's certainly pretty, Lucifer thinks. He'll definitely admire how long you've managed to grow it out— and also your hard work to put it in a nice style!

Well offer to help you braid your hair, since it takes quiet sometime, but expect the braid to be sloppy— many random strands sticking out.

He'll definitely be watching some Deviltube videos later on how to properly braid hair!

"Ah, so like this?" Lucifer asks, a bobby pin sticking out one side of his mouth as his concentrated gaze doesn't stray from his hard work. He's spent nearly an hour on helping you with your hair. What was meant as a means to help speed up the process only turning into it taking longer.

"It looks good enough," You shrug, but Lucifer isn't having it. If it's not perfect, why bother? He sighs, and begins undoing the side he did. "H- Hey!? What are you doing?"

"I'm restarting, of course. I won't have such sloppy handiwork be associated with me." He tsks, as if that's obvious. You slump, your stomach beginning to grumble- you were already wishing your breakfast adieu, knowing Lucifer truly intended on having it come out perfect.

Lucifer grows more concerned each time you trip on your hair. Please be more careful!

Genuinely wonders how many of your bruises come from you tripping on your hair alone, he can count at least five from the top of his head but he's too nervous to ask.

Finds himself prepared to catch you at all times!

"Ahh, goin' down!" You squeak as you feel first a tug on the back of your head before your foot slipping. Lucifer is already there though, catching you in his arms. He lets out a relieved sigh before giving you a weak glare.

"Honestly, have you ever thought of just... cutting your hair?" He inquires. He's not sure how much more his poor heart can handle. Humans are incredibly fragile, you know!

"Wha- No way!" You pout, pushing yourself off of him and giving a little twirl. "I've worked too hard on growing it~" You simply tell him, before swiping the braid he worked on behind your shoulder and continuing on your way.

MAMMON

Mammon is fascinated. Whenever he gets bored during a class, or just in general really, he always finds his gaze drifting to your long as hell hair.

100% plays with the ends if you'll let him! Twirling it around his finger, flicking it, etc. He just can't help but start playing with your hair!

Once accidentally undid a braid and panicked and tried to fix it but totally failed, but you had no clue until later that day-

Mammon tapped his pencil against the library desk, his cheek flat against the book he was supposed to be studying. His eyes were trained on the pencil until he heard you mumble something under your breath and then his eyes just couldn't leave your hair.

Reaching out, Mammon took the end of your braid and started messing with it, suddenly amused. Was so lost in his thoughts, playing with your hair, that he didn't even noticed when you turned to look at him, nor did he hear when you asked what he was doing.

It wasn't until you flicked his forehead that he dropped your hair and sat upright, his face growing warm. "Uh- I, I wasn't doin' anything- swear!"

Laughs so fucking hard when you smack someone with your hair— like, he might burst a lung laughing so hard! Tears in his eyes, clutching his sides kind of laughter.

Begs you to smack Lucifer with your hair- "it'll be funny!"- and even tempts you with some money if need be.

Mammon gave you a thumbs up, letting you know he was recording. "Oh, Lucifer! There's something I need to ask you!" Lucifer, unaware of Mammon, approaches you and asks what's the matter. "Is there something on my back?" You ask, before twirling around, your hair flying and hitting Lucifer in the face.

The video captured perfectly the loud thwip! and the irked face Lucifer tried to contain, along with Mammon's stifled laughter which was spilling out. Lucifer's eyes darted to Mammon.

Let's just say both you and Mammon were hanging upside for quite some time.

LEVIATHAN

BEGS you to cosplay some characters with him yes that includes Jinx-

Would love to help you braiding your hair, and may even ask if you wanted to try some other hairstyles too! He has plenty of practice with styling cosplay wigs!

"You look amazing!" Leviathan gushed, totally enamored by how good you look in the cosplay he made for you. "Oh, oh, m-maybe try twirling? Wanna see your hair in action!" Levi nods, snapping a few pictures, proud with his choice.

"What about this?" You offer, giving a sassy type pose as you toss your hair over your shoulder. Levi nearly faints from how good it is! Several photos later, and an almost nosebleed, you two are crowded around the computer as he edits the photos.

"Ah, if I do this," Leviathan mumbles as he clicks a few buttons, "Your hair can be blue! Or pink! O-or purple!" He chuckles, looking at your awestruck face. Who knew he was so good with all this editing stuff? Anywhere, expect a few of your cosplay photos to be put on posters around his room.

Yes, you trip over your hair all the time, but so does Leviathan.

You two get tangled up all the time due to your hair. One wrong move and bam! you two will be stuck for hours hoping someone nearby hears your calls for help.

But is this a chance to tease him a little bit? Yes, yes it is.

"You know, if you wanted to be around me, all you had to do was ask." Leviathan whines, so not finding you funny. You chuckle, finding humor in yourself since Levi doesn't. "Well, it's not like this is the first time this has happened, stop panicking."

"That's the problem!" He grumbles, face a warm pink. "Y- You're totally doing this on purpose! You're just messing with a weird otaku like me, aren't you?" Levi visibly gets a relieved kind of excitedness when he hear footsteps. "H- Help! Someone help!"

But as the footsteps fade, Levi can only groan and rest his head against you. "Looks like were knot getting out of this one anytime soon."

"Nooo! I'm begging you, stop!"

SATAN

Finds your hair everywhere. Literally everywhere— and you can't deny it's yours, it's much too long to belong to anyone else!

Has teased you about knitting you a sweater out of your own hair from how much he finds!

Offers to place a few enchantments on your hair to help keep it healthy. After all, that's a lot of hair, it's probably hard to keep it so nice and luscious as you do!

Satan frowned upon seeing yet another very long strand of hair entangled with his sweater. "Again? This is the fifth one I found today," He states, holding it out to you. "I believe this is yours." You take the strand of hair from him, a bit bewildered by the action, before giggling.

"Sorry," You say, playing with the strand out of boredom. "Just think of them as little reminders of me~" Satan was not amused by your words, rolling his eyes. "Kinda like I'm always with you, right?" Now you're just being creepy, Satan thinks as he shakes his head.

"You are always with me anyways." He informs you, because it's true. You two are practically glued to the hip most days— not that he's complaining, of course. "But if I find anymore in my sweaters, I'll start using them with a few spells and hexes I've been wanting to try." Ah, perhaps you'll start being more careful with your hair...

Once he witnessed you slam your hair in the door behind you and then fall on your butt- and then was a good laugh.

Don't worry, he did help you, but only after he calmed down.

Will hold the door open a few seconds longer when he holds it open for you, just in case.

"And then..." Satan's word died in his throat, his classmate forgotten as he spotted you. Whilst his classmates talked on, Satan watched you from afar, content. That is, until he watches as you walked through a door and your hair got caught!

"Oh!" Satan's eyes widened as he watched your head get tugged back and then as you fell to the ground, your body now slumping against the glass door. He snickered into his fist, trying to cover up his laugh as best he could but unable to contain it.

"Ahem, please excuse me." He left his group in order to help you, and possibly comfort if you feel embarrassed. Either way, he'll definitely mentally file this as blackmail, should he need it later.

ASMODEUS

Oh you already know Asmodeus loves your hair! Perhaps he's even a little jealous by how long and pretty it is! Although don't get him wrong, he still thinks his hair is the best.

Wants to try out a bunch of different hairstyles on you, test his skills and all.

When he's out and about and see any pretty hair accessories, he always buys them with you in mind~

"Hold still!" Asmo whines, "I'm almost done, swear!" His tongue poking out the corner of his mouth, his eyes trained on your hair that he's styling. "Aaaannnnd... Done!" He cheers, clasping his hands together as he pulls away from you, admiring his handiwork.

Your usual two braids, however with a fun twist— hairclips! Tons and tons of hairclips! He had collected so many, along with several gifts for you, and now they decorate your hair! So pretty~ He coos as he hands you a mirror for you to see his art.

"Oh wow!" You say, "... My head feels heavy... How many did you put in my hair?" You ask, trying to count, but Asmo hushes you as he takes the mirror back.

"Just appreciate my hard work, won't you?"

Asmo will definitely gasp every time you somehow manage to trip over your hair or hit someone with it.

He'll also definitely be holding back a giggle if you get scolded for hitting someone with your hair.

He'll try to help you to make sure you don't ruin your hair by tripping over it too often though!

"Oh, darling!" Asmo tsks, helping you up after gasping loudly in shock. "Hm, you really need to be more careful." He hums, looking at your hair inquisitively. Perhaps a hairstyle that would give the appearance of shorten length would be better? You'd certainly trip less.

"Asmo? Asmo what are you thinking about right now?" You ask nervously, the glint in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. There was something brewing in that mind of his.

"Oh nothing," He waves his hand dismissively. "Just wondering which chair is most comfortable to sit in for hours on end." He has many things planned for your hair. No more tripping! You're going to ruin your hair!

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub doesn't have many thoughts on your hair— it's hair. The length is cool, he guesses? He doesn't really pay attention to it much.

However if you're dancing or spinning around, he might be a bit mesmerized by the flowy movements.

Beelzebub was on his way to workout when he stopped by your room, your door open and revealing you dancing to some of your favorite songs. Working up quite the sweat, Beelzebub couldn't help but smile at your joyous giggles and loud singing. You looked like you were having fun.

It wasn't until you nearly tripped that he took notice of your hair. Of how it trailed after you as you spun around, or how it bounced as you jumped. Sort of like a river? Or something? Beelzebub leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face.

"Pretty." He mumbled to himself, watching for a little longer before leaving you in peace, you still dancing around unbeknownst to your secret intruder.

Beelzebub does notice that whenever you two go out to eat or something that your hair almost always ends up in your mouth or food.

He's a bit concerned for you... Might unconsciously make sure to brush your hair behind your back or something like that.

"And then I said-" You grimace, pulling a strand of your own hair out of your mouth and staring at it in horror. Beelzebub chuckles at your dumbfounded expression. "Ugh, again- eww..." you grumble in disgust.

"Hold still," Beelzebub says, leaning over the table to brush your hair behind your back, making sure to tuck any stray stands away. "There. Hopefully no more will fall into your food." He says, smiling reassuringly at you.

Your cheeks warm up, and you look down at your food. "Y- Yeah! Thanks, Beel!" Clearing your throat, you continue on with your story, a fuzzy feeling in both yours and Beelzebub's stomach— and not from the good food!

BELPHEGOR

Belphie couldn't possibly imagine how you deal with having such long hair— it makes him tired just watching you style it.

Doesn't really say anything unless your hair ends up disrupting his slumber, but even then that's a very hard thing to accomplish.

Belphie's eyes are trained on your figure, watching as you braid your hair like you do almost every morning. He yawns, snuggling further into his favorite pillow, his eyelids growing heavy. "How long does that take you?" He mumbles, blinking slowly. He's not sure he'll be awake to hear the answer.

"Mm... Half an hour? Hour? Don't know." You shrug, continuing. Belphie hums in acknowledgement, being lulled by the repeated motion of your fingers weaving your hair together. In, out, around, Belphie feel exhausted just watching you.

Honestly, he's impressed you have the energy to do that everyday. With another yawn, he closes his eyes. He's done enough today.

Finds is hilarious when you accidentally trip over your hair or smack someone with it.

Similar to Mammon, he might ask you to slap Lucifer with your hair and say it was an 'accident' or something bc he thinks that'd be fun to watch.

Will get pouty if he gets slapped though, or if he trips over it (which happened once or twice, because he never lifts his feet, he's always trudging around).

"Belphie! Morning- wAH!" What was supposed to be a sweet greeting was interrupted as Belphegor tripped over your hair, pulling you down with him. "Ugh, seriously?" You whine, pain aching all over your body as you look down at Belphie.

"How's this my fault? Get a haircut," He grumbles, staring up at the ceiling. "Mmghm... I don't wanna get up now," He glares at you, and you roll your eyes. Getting up, your offer him a hand, and he stares at it for a few minutes before groaning.

"Only 'cause 'm kinda hungry..." He took your hand and you pulled him up, him stumbling about before composing himself. "Keep your hair to yourself, 'kay?" With that Belphie trudged forward, once again shuffling his way towards the kitchen.

﹙ ✿ ﹚thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months

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Hii! May I request something with the Arcane milfs if you haven't done something like it already? Could you do a scenario where the reader uses the safe word?

Arcane milfs when their S/O safewords

SEVIKA immediately pulls back as soon as she hears you utter your safeword. She reassures you that it's okay and asks if you need some space or if you want her to stay. If you need space, she will give you a blanket to cover yourself up while she goes to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water and snacks for you. While she does that, she can't help but mull over what she did wrong. She knows it may not necessarily be her fault, maybe you're just not in the right headspace today, but she always has a fear of being too rough with you. Once you're okay with her touching you again, Sevika pulls you into a gentle hug, kissing your forehead and asking if you want to tell her what happened. She would never judge you for something like this, your pleasure and comfort come first and she is so proud of you for stopping when you felt like you couldn't continue.

''There we go, baby, it's okay, I'm here. No, no, don't cry, you didn't do anything wrong. What happened? I didn't hurt you, did I? We can talk about it later if you want, I just want you to know that I'm so proud of you for this. Of course I am. I never want to do anything to hurt you and it's important for me to know that you can verbalize your need to stop if it ever becomes too much for you. I love you, babygirl, just rest now. I've got you.''

GRAYSON carefully pulls back and lays her hand upon your back, asking you what you need. If you crave closeness and her touch, she is more than happy to have you lay on top of her while she caresses your hair and back. She will do anything in order to calm you down and make you feel comfortable. Once your mind stops being so hazy, she offers for the two of you to take a bath. Once you agree, Grayson will prepare a steaming, relaxing bath and position you on her lap. She'll gently wash your hair and massage your back, whispering sweet nothings and praises. She never wants you to feel guilty about stopping, her sweet girl's comfort comes first. Afterward, she'll dry your body off with a fluffy pillow and dress you in one of the oversized shirts that she wears at home because she knows how her scent helps calm you down. Next, she'll hold you and carefully listen while you tell her what went wrong, she knows how important it is for you to feel heard and reassured. Grayson is willing to do anything for you and never passes up the opportunity to show you that.

''There we go, sweetheart, does that feel nice? Yes, I made sure to add one of those bath bombs you recently bought, it smells quite lovely. Lean your head back, darling, I don't want to get shampoo in your eyes. You're still tense, how about a light massage, hm? It's no trouble at all, I'd do anything for you, I hope you know that. Good, now just lean back and relax, I'm right here, my love.''

CASSANDRA immediately lifts you up in a sitting position and settles you against the array of pillows that adorn her bedpost. She gently grips your chin and makes you drink some water, praising you in the meantime. After that, she carefully cleans your body with a wet towel and then tucks you in. Cassandra will go over everything that might have gone wrong while holding you and caressing your body. Communication and trust is something very important to her in a relationship and she is so proud of you for showing that you're capable of stopping her when you need it. She knows she can get a little strict and rough sometimes but all that melts away as soon as she sees that you are in need of some reassurance and gentleness. She feeds you your favorite cookies and coos at how cute you are, lightly pinching your reddened cheek. Cassandra loves you more than anything and will go to the ends of the earth in order to make sure you're well taken care of.

''There we go, drink up, my darling. Good girl. I'll just grab something to clean you up with and then I'll tuck you in, alright? Perfect, just sit tight. Can you turn around for me? I need to clean the back of your thighs, I hope you're not in too much pain. I'll put on some salve to lessen the sting. All done, my sweet, get under the covers, I don't want you getting sick. You're always so good and obedient for me, I love you so much, pretty girl. We can talk about what happened later, let me take care of you now, okay?''

AMBESSA will quickly lift you up and set you in her lap because she knows how much her hugs help ground you. She holds you and directs your breathing, taking deep breaths herself and instructing you to copy them and follow her lead. She kisses your sweaty forehead and gently moves stray hair strands from your face. Ambessa will coo at you and praise you once she sees you've calmed down and ask whether or not you wish to continue. If you don't want to, she's more than okay with it. Her pleasure means nothing if you're not there feeling good right along with her. She will prepare a bath for you two and order a dinner in bed. Later you'll find yourself dressed in a soft silk robe, once again on her lap as she feeds you fruit and has you drink some refreshments. She knows that coming down from such an ordeal cannot be easy and prefers to spoil you with actions rather than words. She'll braid your hair and caress your body, making your body pliant against hers. Once she sees that you've fallen asleep, she'll spend some time gazing at your slumbering face, thinking about how grateful she is to sleep next to such a gentle creature. Ambessa may not be a woman of many comforting words, but she'll always make you feel loved and cared for as long as she lives.

''I've got you, darling, just relax and copy my breathing. In and out, in and out. Yes, just like that, you're doing great. No, no, I don't want to hear any apologies escape those sweet lips. I may be a brute, but I'd never do anything to hurt you in a way that doesn't bring you pleasure. I am happy we stopped, I'd never be mad at you for something like this. You hit your limit and that's alright, dear. Now, let me spoil you tonight. Ah, seems like you're hungry judging by those cute noises your stomach is making. No need to be embarrassed, I'll have the chefs prepare our dinner while we take a bath. How does that sound? Good, I love you, darling. No matter what.''

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renthony · 1 year

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Some recs for adult animation I enjoy:

People always seem to think I only watch kids' shows, so here's a list of animated television shows I adore, that were all made with adults in mind:

King of the Hill - Genuinely didn't think I'd like it, but I actually really love it? I expected something that was basically just The Simpsons or Family Guy, but got a surprising amount of emotional depth from the main cast. Bobby Hill is my son boy.

Futurama - I am legally obligated to list Futurama. I have watched the entire series so many fucking times. I'm going to watch the reboot and we all know it.

Disenchantment - It's more than just "Futurama medieval fantasy" but tonally, they are pretty similar. I enjoy it immensely. Bean is a #bicon, and that's fucking canon <3

Samurai Jack - The original show aired as a kids' show, but the revival apparently put it into the adult category. I haven't gotten that far yet, but holy shit, it's so good so far. Even the "kids' show" part is pretty mature, imho.

Bob's Burgers - I fucking love Bob's Burgers. I need to catch up on the more recent seasons. A sitcom that DOESN'T have parents who clearly hate each other? Whaaaat?

Harley Quinn - I'm not caught up, and there are aspects I have critiques of, but overall, it's been fun as fuck. I LOVE this interpretation of Ivy so fucking much.

Metalocalypse - My dad's a metal musician, so this was on in my house all the time when I was a teenager. I haven't watched it in *years* but I still reference the early seasons in conversation constantly. The Duncan Hills will wake you, motherfuckers.

Big Mouth/Human Resources - They are better than you think they are, and the "ugly style" reminds me of classic Klasky-Csupo. Compare it to Rugrats and tell me it doesn't have similar caricature styles. Story-wise, it nails the exact blend of panicked awkwardness I felt as a disaster tween, it has SO MANY queer characters. They dramatically improved on their more problematic aspects after getting called on it in seasons 1 and 2. And Human Resources made me sob like a little baby in the episode with Kieth from Grief.

BoJack Horseman - Starts off as a goofy gross-out humor sitcom but very quickly becomes a serious drama. Incredibly heavy and dark, but holy shit the catharsis. Delves into a lot of musings about morality, celebrity culture and Hollywood, generational trauma, and the perpetuation of cycles.

Tuca & Bertie - Goofy slice-of-life about characters navigating their 30s. Lots of musings about family, trauma, sexual abuse, queer dating in your 30s, friendship, and trying to survive it all. I relate so fucking much to the main cast.

Magical Girl Friendship Squad - It's a magical girl cartoon about milennials. Their magical girl weapons are birth control pills and a bong. It's fucking amazing. I'm really sad nobody else seems to have heard of it. :(

Little Demon - Sitcom about the Devil's daughter. Unsure if it's going to get a season 2, since it's about to get taken completely off of Hulu. Still worth watching if you can, because it's so fucking good. Centers on a teenage girl navigating Being A Teenage Girl while also dealing with her dad being the Devil and her mom being a traumatized mess who's figuring her own shit out.

Q-Force - The advertising did this show so fucking dirty. It was genuinely fucking funny, and it was clearly made with love. This isn't straight people making fun of us, this is queer people making queer comedy. Watch it.

Arcane - Arcane's politics are all over the place and I am in my "Silco Was Right" corner, which is right next to the "Magneto Was Right" clubhouse. But goddamn, the animation is gorgeous and the story is intense.

The Legend of Vox Machina - I haven't watched Critical Role, so I can say with confidence that this show is fucking amazing even if you have zero interest in the original gameplay streams. Fantasy animation for grownups, where they can show blood and titties, my beloved. <3

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limeade-l3sbian · 25 days

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I deleted the posts since they were "self pitying" and apparently not me spiraling after receiving devastating news last night.

Honestly, fuck the anon who said my words to other women have been empty since I didn't give myself that same grace. The complete inaccuracies of your ask tell me that I've done a very good job hiding the most intimate parts of my personal life because you got, like, eight different things wrong in your assumption about me. I have never given another woman words that I didn't mean. I have never given advice that I didn't follow myself.

I created this blog with the intention of giving women everything I wish I had growing up. Things I wished I had heard because they're important to hear. I've never told a woman she has worth and felt otherwise. Ever.

If you reblogged the posts, you can absolutely keep them up I have no issue with that. To the people who messaged me to check on me, thank you very much mwah mwah I love you lol.

I'm going to take a break from this site for a while. A break I already intended given how strained things have been around here. Maybe I'll put the queue on but for the time being, I've got things to sort out in my real life. Hopefully I will be back in time to spam you for Arcane Season 2 lol. 💜

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As a sucker for hurt/comfort, I especially adored the 9th chapter of your fic! And would love to read more of smth similar to that.

Perhaps smth like Rolan and Tav, both overworked and tense, snapping at each other and then avoiding each other's company (both because of anger but also mostly out of fear that the other one now hates them. Love me some good old miscommunication🤌).

This one is a bit more self-indulgent but I would also love it if Tav specifically self-isolates while trying to process all of the emotions and wants to hide their own feelings away even from themselves.

just a short and sweet one :)) thank you for your lovely words and for your very cute prompt. i hope you like it!!

SFW

read it on ao3

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"Rolan. It's fine, trust me. I think I can manage. I do actually do magic, believe it or not."

"Just because you can do magic doesn't mean you're good at it."

Tav flinches at Rolan's harsh words as if he's punched her. It's not the first time someone's insinuated that she's bad at magic. People have always assumed that because she's a sorceress she never bothered to try and learn magic 'properly'. It's always used to hurt, when she was younger, but gradually as she's gotten older it's lost it's sting. She knows her own worth, her own abilities.

She's never heard it from someone she cares about.

She's never heard it from Rolan.

It feels like he's stuck a knife in the gut. It feels like he's gone straight for her jugular on purpose to hurt her as much as possible. She pushes down the urge to cry and raises her voice at him instead.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What, you think you're better than me?"

He scoffs, "of course I'm better than you, I've spent years studying, but what I mean is-"

"Fuck you! Just because you've studied doesn't mean you're superior! How many times have I saved your sorry ass? And you're gonna stand there and tell me you're better than me?!"

It's a low blow and she knows it, but she's so angry she can't find it in herself to care. She wants to hurt him the way he's hurt her, wants to lash out and defend herself and push him away so he doesn't hurt her again.

His eyes narrow, his voice raises, "what the fuck?! What's wrong with you?!"

"Fuck you!" Her voice cracks as she shouts at him, and she turns and storms off, racing out of the room before he can say anything else. She thinks she might hear him call her name, but if he does she can't hear it over the pounding of her heart in your ears.

She barges into the nearest cupboard she crosses paths with, slamming the door behind her and casting an arcane lock. And then she falls to her knees and sobs.

How fucking dare he? How fucking dare he say something like that to her. How dare he act like they haven't shared their hearts and their beds and their lives for the better part of the last 6 months. How dare he tell her he loves her and then tell her she's useless.

She's not upset. She's angry. She's not even sure why she's crying because she's not upset. It doesn't upset her. It makes her mad. She's not hurt.

Why would it hurt? She knows it's not true.

...

Except for the fact that deep down she believes him. Believes that she's not good enough. That no matter how much she studies and pores over texts and practices she'll never be as good as she wants to be. She'll never be as good as him.

He's right, because of course he is. He's better than her.

She sobs harder.

For the first time since they told each other they had feelings for one another, she sleeps in her own room. He doesn't come to find her.

~~~

It's three days before she has to see his face again. She'd been hoping to keep avoiding him for a bit longer, hide herself in her room so she could pretend her feelings don't exist, but eventually hunger wins out and she goes the kitchen to eat.

He finds her there that morning, rooting through the cupboards.

"Tav?" His voice behind her makes her whole body tense. She doesn't turn. "Can we talk?"

"What's there to talk about? I think you made it abundantly clear how you feel."

He lets out an exasperated sigh, "Tav, I didn't- I think you- I think possibly you misunderstood me."

A bitter laugh forces its way out of her chest. "Yes, sorry, please go ahead. I'm sure there's plenty of other meanings for 'you're not good at magic', though evidently I'm too stupid to have picked up on them."

"For Gods- Tav that's not what-"

"Not what you meant?" She whips around to face him. "Of course it is. You think you're better than me. You think I'm useless. And you think that I think I'm Mystra's gift to magic-users because I was born with magic. Guess what, Rolan! I don't! I fucking hate myself! So thank you for making it abundantly clear that you hate me too."

She's pretty sure most of what she said has nothing to do with the argument they're having, now that she thinks about it, but it's too late.

"Tav will you please just-"

"No, Rolan! No I won't. Because you fucking hurt my feelings and I don't want to fucking look at you right now."

As she storms past him to leave the room, she catches a glimpse of his tail, coiled tightly around his own leg, and she feels a stab of guilt.

~~~

The knock on her door later than night isn't entirely unexpected, though it is completely unwelcome.

"Go away, Rolan. I don't want to talk to you."

"It's me, Tav." It's Cal's voice, not Rolan's. "Can I come in? I brought you food."

"... Is he with you?"

He sighs. "No. He wanted to come, but I said no."

She pauses in front of the door. She likes Cal. She believes him.

She opens it. True to his word, Cal is alone, and he's holding a tray with a plate and glass of water on it. It looks like it's Lasagna, and it smells fucking delightful.

"... Can I come in?"

She sighs, and steps back to open the door wider.

He walks past and places the tray down on her bedside cabinet, and as she closes the door he perches on her bed.

"Go on then, give me the lecture."

He laughs, "Gods, Tav, I know Rolan's my brother but that doesn't mean we're the same. I just want to know what's going on."

She huffs. "He was rude to me."

He snorts, and when she glares at him he makes a big show of steeling himself, pulling a neutral face. "What?! Rolan?! Rude?! It can't be!"

There's a long pause while they stare at each other, before they both they both burst out laughing. It's stupid, that she's so angry at him but laughing about it anyway. Cal just has that effect on people.

She sighs. "I don't even remember what we were talking about anymore, but he turned around and basically said that I'm bad at magic."

Cal frowns. "Hm."

"What?"

"Nothing just," he shakes his head, chuckling lightly, "I don't understand why he'd say that, considering he's pretty much constantly singing your praises."

She frowns, "what do you mean?"

"I mean that after you saved Lia and I from Moonrise, when he finally realised he didn't hate you, he admitted he was jealous of you. He said your magic was beautiful and that you were powerful and disciplined. He said you could do with some practice, that you maybe needed some tutoring, but that he could tell you were a sorcerer from the moment he met you. He said he could feel the weave in you, that's how strong you are. That was actually when Lia and I started placing bets on when he'd realise he had feelings for you, because he wouldn't shut up about how great you were, and he didn't for months. So, not to call you a liar, but I struggle to believe he'd say that to you, because he definitely doesn't think it."

She doesn't know what to say to that, so she just stands there staring at him with her mouth hanging open. Eventually he sighs.

"Look, Tav. Rolan is an asshole, without a doubt. But consistently, since you saved us all in the shadow-lands, you're the one person he tries not to be an asshole to. I really think you should talk to him."

The pause is long, but eventually she sighs. She knows he's right, really.

"...Thanks, Cal. Really."

He smiles, "it's fine, honestly. I once went 2 weeks without speaking to him because he told me I swing my sword like I'm constipated."

She barks out a laugh at that, and they're cackling together again.

~~~

She steels herself; takes a few long, deep breaths and rolls her shoulders in hopes of easing the tension. Before she can decide otherwise, she's knocking on Rolan's door.

There's some muffled shuffling behind it, she hears him muttering something to himself, and after what feels like an age the door swings open.

"Tav?" He looks shocked, which makes her feel bad.

"... Can I come in?"

His eyes go soft, "of course you can."

Being back in his space makes her want to cry. She's missed him so much.

"Tav, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"No. Let me go first, please?"

He pauses. Nods.

She takes a deep breath. "You really did hurt my feelings when you said that I wasn't good at magic. But in hindsight I think I mostly hurt my own feelings. You're amazing and I spent however long travelling with Gale and I grew up around wizards and I've never felt good enough. As soon as you said I wasn't good it was like I was a kid again, trying to prove that I was worth something. But I worked really hard, I studied, even if it wasn't a proper wizard education. And even if you're better than me, I think I deserve your respect."

Rolan sighs, steps forwards and takes he hands. "Tav. I never said you were bad."

Her face screws up. He's really going to stand there and deny it?

"Yes, you did, you said-"

"I said 'just because you can do magic doesn't mean you're good at it'. I didn't say 'just because you can do magic doesn't mean that you're good at it. I didn't mean you. I meant it generally. Like, there are lots of people who aren't good at magic."

Her mouth drops open.

Oh.

"Oh."

He laughs, "upon reflection, I probably could've chosen my wording better, but I didn't know about- I didn't know you struggled with it. I always assumed you were super confident and realised how strong you are. You're brilliant at magic, Tav. I might be more practiced, but you're far more powerful."

She's crying, she knows she is, but she feels so stupid. He wraps her up in his arms.

"I didn't- I thought-"

"I'm so sorry, Tav. I really didn't mean it like that at all. You're spectacular. You inspire me. I didn't even fully realise how it sounded until after you left."

"No," She sniffles, looking up at him, "I'm sorry. You tried to explain and I wouldn't even listen. I was too busy wallowing. I thought you looked down on me."

He brings a hand up to her cheek, wipes away her tears, and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Tav, you've saved me enough times to leave me eternally in your debt, and yet asked nothing in return. Not only are you strong, you're selfless. How could I ever look down on you?"

She doesn't answer. She buries her face in his chest and tightens her arms around his waist. His tail curls around her wrist and he holds her against him by her shoulders. When he speaks, he whispers into her hair.

"I'm sorry I didn't explain it properly. I was scared. I thought I'd messed everything up. I thought I'd lost you."

"Never."

He laughs, and she realises he's crying now because she can hear how wet it is. "Gods, I hope not."

They hold each other like that until they feel whole again.

~~~

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the-modern-typewriter · 2 years

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Would you be able to do something with shy villain x hero? I think I'd be really cute

"I'm not an expert on mechanicals," the hero said, setting the little messenger robot tottering about on the table between them. "But even to me, what you can do with a few scraps and and an elastic band is beyond impressive."

They didn't expect the villain to reply; they were the icy, stoic sort who never said anything. Terrifying. Impossible to engage in banter.

The villain indeed eyed them from across the room, saying nothing, but their cheeks went pink.

The hero blinked in surprise, caught off guard, but they pressed on. "That's why I think, if anyone could find a way a weakness in this - creature - it would be you."

"Automaton."

"Yeah," the hero said.

The automaton had been wreaking havoc across the city, leaving a trail of destruction and broken machinery in its wake. It's slow but, so far unstoppable, path would set it rampaging through the hospital soon.

Some of the hero's colleagues had suggested that the villain might be the ultimate creator of the thing, given their general knack and expertise for all things electronical or whatever, but the hero didn't think so. It just didn't ring true of any interactions they'd had with the villain or their plans before.

"If you have demands, in return for your help-"

The villain mumbled something.

The hero stopped. They'd never heard the villain mumble, or seem anything other than completely in control and planned. Not that they saw the villain all that regularly - they communicated from a distance whenever possible, assuming any communication was needed.

"You're hurt," the villain said. "You got hurt battling the automaton. The weapons can pierce your -" they waved a hand. "Magic thing."

"Arcane barrier."

"Yeah," the villain said, eyeing the hero's shoulder. The wound that was, apparently, not as well-concealed as the hero had thought.

The hero grimaced. "As I said, we would - I would - really appreciate your help. A lot of people are going to get hurt, if we don't do something. I know we've had our differences, but so far nothing's worked against this - automaton - and-"

The villain mumbled something again.

The hero leaned in a little closer.

The villain's face flushed further, the pink spreading to the tips of their ears. They put a hand on the table, fidgety, and their little messenger hopped onto it.

"I don't like seeing you hurt," the villain said. "I'll help."

The hero stared at them, wide-eyed.

The villain looked away, jaw clenching tight. "I mean, you're going to fight it regardless, even if it kills you. And I-" They cleared their throat. "I'd been studying the automaton before you called, anyway," they said. "Analysing the data from your fights with it. I'll scrap it after, it's a fascinating piece really." They continued, eyes brightening lovely as they talked about the creature, before they cut off. "I'm rambling."

"Glad to have you on my team," the hero said honestly. "I understood like half of that, but the tech guy in my ear is about ready to propose to you."

The villain made an odd, choked little sound, and rushed on hurriedly.

I think the only way to stop it is going to be from the inside."

"So you think someone's controlling it from the inside? Like a big mecha suit?"

The villain blinked at them, less surprise, and more 'oh, so you're an idiot'.

The tech guy in the hero's ear sighed.

The hero held their hands up in apology, but couldn't help but smile. Even despite the ache in their bones, the danger, everything.

The villain was in their element and it was...something to watch.

"Go on," the hero said. "Just - tell me what I need to do."

"What we need to do," the villain said. "Is hack it."

It occurred to them, for the first and startling time, that the villain was perhaps not cold at all. They were just shy. As far as villain's went, anyway.

The villain paused again, biting nervously at their lip. "You're going to have to trust me."

"I do." They didn't have to think about it. They didn't hesitate.

And the villain - the villain grinned at them, and it was the best damn thing the hero had seen all day.

The automaton was defeated within the hour.

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 2 months

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FRACTURED BULLET - The bullet is still safely sealed away in a plastic bag bearing the RCM stamp.

You know what? We should take a closer look at this bullet again.

3. Inspect the bullet closer.

FRACTURED BULLET - The jacket of the bullet is made of yellowish metal. It has blossomed out to reveal a dark grey core. The base of the bullet is close to 5 mm in diameter.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Legendary: Success] - The core is lead. The brass jacket probably didn't cover the entire bullet, otherwise the softer metal wouldn't have expanded quite like that.

The rest of the analysis continues the same way it went before.

4. [Hand/Eye Coordination - Legendary 14] Try to determine what type of weapon shot this.

+1 Have the full bullet specs

Damn, snake eyes.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Legendary: Failure] - You can't remember what happened last week -- what makes you think you're going to remember arcane firearm models?

5. The bullet has nothing more to say. [Put it away.]

We can enter this house.

Industrial coal pellets burn with an orange glow.

LITTLE LILY - "Hello, mister!" A young girl, barely four or five years old, sits on the sofa. She is looking at you with frank curiosity.

She clutches a small stuffed animal. Occasionally she twirls it around.

"I heard there was a girl here who has armoured gloves. Is that you?"

"Are you Lilienne's daughter?"

"Are the twins outside your brothers?"

"What's that?" (Point at the stuffed bird hanging from the ceiling.)

"What's that thing you're holding?" (Point at her toy.)

"Good-bye." [Leave.]

LITTLE LILY - "Ooooh." She looks alarmed. "I had gloves, very big ones! Heavy too."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Where did you get these gloves?"

LITTLE LILY - "Found them when Lamby and I were playing hide-and-seek. In an empty house where no one lives! I think someone hid them there..."

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - She doesn't want you to think she stole them.

"And where are the gloves now?"

LITTLE LILY - She pouts. "I hid them. The twins were going to take them. They're stupid..." She lifts her stuffed toy up and looks into its one remaining eye, as though searching for confirmation.

KIM KITSURAGI - "We're going to need those gloves. It's for important police business." He enunciates the last two words carefully.

LITTLE LILY - "Oooh..." She doesn't seem to understand, but the lieutenant's tone has conveyed to her the 'important' part.

"They're in my sandcastle." She points somewhere outside. "Behind our house. Under the sand. You can break the castle, it's not very good."

2. "Are you Lilienne's daughter?"

LITTLE LILY - "Yesssss, I am! Little Lily!" She gazes at you with her big eyes. "You know my mom?"

"Yes, we met earlier."

"Not really, but I'd like to."

LITTLE LILY - "Uh huh," she nods. "Mom is great! You know what's great about my mom?"

"Everything?"

"No, do tell me."

LITTLE LILY - "*Everything*!" She shouts with glee.

3. "Are the twins outside your brothers?"

LITTLE LILY - "Yesss." She frowns. "They don't want to play with me. They're older and play outside!"

"They look the same! Haa ha haa! Sometimes I can't tell them 'part."

"They look identical, right? I said the same thing."

LITTLE LILY - "They look... ai-dent-ik!" She slowly processes the word, then snickers with laughter.

4. "What's that?" (Point at the stuffed bird hanging from the ceiling.)

LITTLE LILY - "It's a *grouse*," she yelps, smiling broadly.

SUGGESTION [Trivial: Success] - You might be able to get on Garte's good side if you make up for the skua you broke?

"Yes, but what's it *for*?"

"Can I have it? I know someone who really likes stuffed birds."

"Uh, okay, thanks."

LITTLE LILY - "I dunno."

"Can I have it? I know someone who really likes stuffed birds."

LITTLE LILY - "Sure! I mean you already took it. I don't like it anyway... it looks angry."

New task: Take stuffed bird to Garte

+5 XP

SAVOIR FAIRE [Easy: Success] - All right. You just need to grab it from the ceiling and go!

I'm sure Lilienne won't mind. Probably.

4. "What's that thing you're holding?" (Point at her toy.)

LITTLE LILY - "It's Lamby! He's my friend. Sort of, like..." She holds the fuzzy beast up to demonstrate.

Lamby is a stuffed lamb that, admittedly, has seen better days. One of the eye-buttons is missing and the fur is tattered in several parts.

"Lamby looks like he's falling apart."

"Lamby looks soft."

"Oh, okay. Well, pleased to meet you, Lamby."

LITTLE LILY - "Yessss, Lamby has lived a long life." She waves the lamb around in the air. "Lamby was a... re.. a rev..." She stumbles on her words.

"Revolutionary?"

"Revacholian?"

"Remote Viewer?"

"Revisionist?"

"Rebel?"

LITTLE LILY - "Yessss," she yelps happily! "Lamby was a re-luz-ion...ry."

2. "Lamby looks soft."

LITTLE LILY - "Yes. Very soft." Suddenly she pushes the stuffed animal toward your face.

Press your cheek against Lamby.

"I don't deserve it. I'm scum."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Press your damn cheek against Lamby, okay?" The lieutenant sounds authoritative -- and surprisingly gruff.

Press your cheek against Lamby.

LITTLE LILY - "Isn't he soft?" She's right, Lamby is very soft. She rubs the white fur against your cheek, then returns the lamb into her lap, cuddling it.

+1 Morale

5. "Good-bye." [Leave.]

LITTLE LILY - "Bye!" The girl's large, curious eyes remain fixed on you.

RUFFLED GROUSE TAXIDERMY

The dead body of a grouse stuffed with some unknown material. From a distance it might just pass off as the real thing. The bird itself looks extremely... ruffled. And slightly grumpy.

Lily's sandcastle is just behind her house.

🎵 Disco Elysium

SANDCASTLE - Weather has not been kind to Lily's little sandcastle. The once mighty towers are quickly eroding away. You can see something shining back to you from what must have been a vast underground catacomb network.

"Broken..."

Reach in the catacombs and pull out the shiny object.

Leave the sandcastle alone. [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "The little castle?" The lieutenant smiles a little. "The reigning lord must have come upon some really tough times to let it slip in such decrepitude."

2. Reach in the catacombs and pull out the shiny object.

SANDCASTLE - The walls and floors give way to the giant's greed, collapse and present you with a pair of ceramic gauntlets.

Item gained: Fairweather T-500 Gauntlets

Task complete: Find the armoured gloves

+30 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "Congratulations -- that's the gauntlets down, then. We're doing good on the armour collection front."

Just the cuirass and helmet to go.

FAIRWEATHER T-500 GAUNTLETS

+2 Interfacing: Strength in digits

Clenching and unclenching your fist has never been so fun -- the tiny ceramic plates make a lovely clicking sound when your fingers move. The gloves are a bit sandy, but the grip is phenomenal.

A straight upgrade to our gardening gloves. Take that, Medium difficulty Interfacing passives!

Doom Spiral and his friends are not currently here, perhaps due to the rain. Or perhaps it's too early for drunks.

SHIVERS - A drop in temperature. An easy flow of air: an empty street. Before you, a thoroughfare unjammed with lorries. No more drivers smoking on hitch steps. Just... silence.

What did the smoke smell like?

Let go of the moment. [Discard thought.]

SHIVERS - Chemically sweetened. Across the road, a forgotten bus stop; corrosion has opened a hole in its roof. An elm tree watches over the building. Its branches are dripping with rain and snow.

The road is smooth and motley. Craters filled with a black asphalt. The asphalt first laid is grey already. A row of tenements are under construction in the distance.

Who are the people who live across the road?

What about the bus stop?

That is enough. [Finish thought.]

SHIVERS - A tub warm with water, white with soap. A man bathes while radio waves transmit the lottery numbers: 4, 18, 21, 4, 1... A modern washing machine rattles a drawer full of silverware.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - His boyfriend is on his way home. He brings tins of meat and vegetables with him. Their pockets are heavier with money; but only slightly.

2. What about the bus stop?

SHIVERS - #312D. Young girls used to come here, huddled up, hoping for more warmth than their thin coats give them. The bus took them to school. It has not run for eight years; there were not enough girls to sustain its cost.

3. What about the road?

SHIVERS - Craters pocked the surface. Children played in them, until heavy trucks full of black pitch rolled in. The landowners have filled the craters with money. It is a vital artery of flow of trade.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - There's one bump on the road: a dead dog lies flat about two hundred paces away, right at the turn.

4. A dead dog?

SHIVERS - Tragedy came from the wheels of a fast RCM vehicle, hurrying to work. The cold washes over you. The sound of the sea has grown distant.

5. That is enough. [Finish thought.]

SHIVERS - The wind moves the aerosol. A detective stands behind the boom barrier; a breeze moves a curl of his hair.

+5 XP

There's paths heading west and north from Lily's sandcastle. I choose to go west.

A little black swallow circles above you. You hear it chirrup.

The water runs from the west. The source is upstream. A broken pipe?

The beams are splintered. The bridge didn't collapse on its own. Artillery broke it.

Can't get up to this part of the boardwalk from here, but we can go North to the other end of the bridge.

Hidden in the reeds here is... a box with some money?

Bars cover these long, dusty windows.

Another power box. It charges nothing now. It's empty.

The fence blocks the path. No way on from here.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "... and, Mikael, notice the windows? Especially with how there are no windows on the south side? This was to deal with..." A blond man stands next to his son, pointing to the weather-worn ruins. He sees you approaching and smiles...

"You, officers! Come to investigate the historic subtext of West Martinaise? I'm Trant Heidelstam," he turns to the lieutenant. "You must be Kim Kitsuragi, right? I was just telling my son about this building. Not a lot of people realize the historic significance here. Very rich in *hypertext*."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Nice to meet you." The lieutenant nods.

"Hold on. Hyper...text?"

"Wait, what was that about the windows before?"

"You and Kim know each other?" (Proceed.)

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Yes, hypertext," he says, as if it's self-evident. "Jan Kaarp and the collection of cultural hyperlinks."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - He's just making up fancy words. This doesn't mean anything!

2. "Wait, what was that about the windows before?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Oh yes. So, Mikael, they had to deal with monitor glare, especially in the summer. They still had vector monitors back then. That was 49 years ago. So they didn't have windows on the south wall."

3. "You and Kim know each other?" (Proceed.)

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "No, I can't say that we've met before. But I've *heard* of Kim, of course. Mikael, say hi to the officers." He rests his hand on the boy's shoulder. The child stays hidden behind the hem of his father's coat, clutching to his würm-themed colouring book.

"Mikael's a little tired today. We spent all night trying to run Orbis on his radiocomputer. Have you heard of it? It's a programming language used in Graad. Quite tricky, but he wanted to play this Graad-made adventure programme. We've been getting *really* into würms lately..."

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - The man speaks in the artificial cadence of a professor -- or someone who's been on too many radio shows.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "But I assume you're not here for giant würms when there are so many real things to see. Just as I was telling Mikael before -- this is where the Coalition landed in '08. We could be standing on what is the most interesting landmark in Revachol West." He points to the building again.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - This man is your half brother. You feel it. But *why*?

"What's so fascinating about an empty old building?"

"You look like someone who has money. Do you have any money?"

"Great, thank you for all the interesting information." [Leave.]

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "A-ha, but it's not just *any* empty old building!" He raises his hand to his eyes, springtime sun warming his handsome face. All four of you turn to admire the mural before you.

"What not a lot of people know is -- this used to be the R&D department of *Feld Electrical*. And Feld, which now sells ink cartridges, mostly, was once a top dog in the turn-of-the-century cybernetics boom."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Failure] - Hold on, what's R&D?

Look at the building looming over you.

"Wait, what's an R&D department?"

"I don't think I've ever heard of this Feld Electrical." (Proceed.)

FELD MURAL - It looks old and weathered, with seagulls picking apart its stone-and-metal carcass. Bushy undergrowth has taken hold of the collapsed rooftop; some kind of bird has set up a nest on a broken windowsill.

2. "Wait, what's an R&D department?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Apologies, it's an acronym for research and development, they don't use it anymore." He smiles brightly, laugh lines around his eyes.

"You're probably more familiar with *RTD*, research and *technological* development."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - Mea culpa! You were not familiar with that one either. This man is a book head.

3. "I don't think I've ever heard of this Feld Electrical." (Proceed.)

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "That's not surprising. Only a vestigial ink cartridge and ferrotape manufacturer remains." He adjusts his suit jacket.

"They started out as a midway electronics outfit in Königstein two centuries ago. After an aggressive move to Revachol, Feld became a global player in the emerging personal electronics market of the pre-Revolutionary era."

"Still, Tricentennial was beating them in business machines." He gestures toward the building. "But Feld had an ace up their sleeve. Or, should I say, they were *developing* an ace up their sleeve?…" He grins. "I'm mixing my metaphors here."

"What was that ace?"

"Very interesting. Let's get back to this later."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "It was here in Martinaise -- possibly in this very building -- that they developed prototypes for a..." He pauses for effect. "...*tape computer*."

"A tape computer?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Mhm. An elegant folding mechanism of rollers and ferrotape ribbons, portable enough to be a take-it-home solution, revolutionizing business machines, possibly even bringing them to the average consumer."

"Which is a feat of engineering even today's giants Rehm, ICN, and ZAMM haven't achieved yet." He grins, admiring the sentence he just produced.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He assumes something like a combat stance, facing the wind.

"What happened?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Indeed, what?"

MIKAEL HEIDELSTAM - "The Revolution?" The boy wipes his nose on his sleeve.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Unfortunately their moonshot project never made it to the market." He nods. "Feld's move to Revachol backfired. The Revolutionary government liquefied their assets and expropriated those very advanced prototypes. Possibly from this very building... or one of the adjacent ruins." He pauses, pointing to the other building, then continues:

"All of this was built by Feld, even the boardwalk. Wild Pines built Martinaise proper as a resort for their middle management, Feld built this side of town for R&D."

"You're saying that Feld Electrical built this boardwalk?" (Look under your feet.)

"What happened to the engineers, the company people?"

"What did the revolutionaries do with those advanced tape computers?"

"How did those tape computers work?"

"I wanted to ask something else…"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Yes, they even built a pleasure wheel, but that got destroyed in the war."

KIM KITSURAGI - "A pleasure wheel?" The lieutenant looks wistfully at the horizon, as if picturing gondolas rising to the sky.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Perhaps reminded of a childhood memory? It's clear he would prefer there were a big wheel lighting up the coast.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Yes. To lure in their star engineers. This part of Martinaise was nothing but reeds before Feld arrived. They had to make the prospect of living here *attractive*. It was supposed to become a global centre for innovation in cybernetics -- but history had other plans."

2. "What happened to the engineers, the company people?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Oh, I'm afraid it didn't end well for the boys." He smiles again, as if he's somehow personally responsible for this bleak turn of events. "But this story is a bit too *dark* for little Mikael here. Now if you were to ask about *tape computers*..."

Perhaps with a higher Rhetoric, we could understand the *politics* of this situation a little better.

3. "What did the revolutionaries do with those advanced tape computers?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "They used them for military communications," he says, while his son looks up, idly chewing on the corner of his würm-themed colouring book. "But also to write and send out press releases. The most notorious example being Le Décret de Mars."

"What was that?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "What's the March decree? I mean the radio transmission sent out to news agencies and world governments by the newly-created Commune of Revachol on the 7th of March in the year '02."

"It's a beautiful piece of text, actually. A singer-songwriter I know -- Charette -- called it a love poem to Revachol on her political concept album 'Bons baisers d'Insulinde'. You should read it. Every local library in Revachol stocks a copy of the decree."

"I tried to get Mikael to memorise it." He looks at his son, who starts giggling, his face hidden behind the book. "*Tried to*. Someone was much too interested in würms to be paying any attention."

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - The kid takes a peek at the green and silver würm on the cover of the book. Already forgetting about this part of the discussion.

4. "How did those tape computers work?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Actually, no one knows. No one even knows what a computer made entirely of tape would look like! But word has it they were *very elegant* -- exquisite, alien-looking turn-of-the-century hardware..." He raises his finger, remembering something.

"Ten years ago, I did a little... freelancing, I guess you could say. I was a special consultant for an exhibition at the Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre in Vredefort, Oranje. It raised the same questions, and we had lengthy discussions with Paul Ockermann, who was head curator at the time -- this was before the twins Keith and Guy Joost joined the team -- trying to..."

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - Wait. Did he just say *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre*?

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He did it! He said *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre* like it's the most natural thing in the world.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - What the hell *is* a Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre? And who the hell are Keith and Guy Joost?!

"Okay. The Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre? Paul Ockermann? Keith and Guy Joost? What are you *talking* about?"

"Okay. Back to... where were we? Tape computers, I think."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "The Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre for Contemporary Arts." There it is again -- those words. "The exhibition itself drew on Lagerman's notion of memory and so there were some parallels, that's why the head curator Paul Ockermann chose to..."

"You're making this up." (Turn to the lieutenant.) "Kim, is he making this up?"

"Come on, there is no place called the Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre of Arts."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Actually, I think there is..." He pauses. "No, it's too much, he's joking."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "In fact, I'm not. The Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre," he says casually, "is a place you can visit if you're ever in Vredefort, and are ever in the market for an exhibition space slash contemporary art research centre." He clears his throat.

Thought gained: Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre

"But perhaps I should return to the tape computers. As I was saying, the device itself was very elegant, fragile even. One could write directly on the tape using a special chemical solution. The machine would then analyse the handwriting, perform operations and project output onto a white screen. It was a beautiful, delicate thing."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Made of black film and folding tape structures...

(Nod.) "Cool."

"Pfft. I've seen cooler things than that."

"The RCM should get some of those."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Even *one* would be very useful," he agrees. "Though I understand the socio-economic causes of the Revolution, it pains me to imagine the revolutionaries setting fire to this precious device. But so they did. The Feld Playback Experiment vanished into the fires of '07."

"Wait, the Feld Playback Experiment?"

"Why did the revolutionaries destroy it?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Yes, the official name of the prototype. Some sources report it as the Feld Playback *Experience*, but those are incorrect."

"Why did the revolutionaries destroy it?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Who knows? Maybe it was an accident, or maybe they didn't want the technology to end up in the wrong hands. Either way -- they're all gone now, all three versions of the prototype. Nothing but debris and ashes remains inside that building." He takes a step back; the boardwalk creaks mournfully in the wind.

5. "I wanted to ask something else…"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "But of course! What else?" He smiles and ruffles his kid's head.

2. "You look like someone who has money. Do you have any money?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "I do have some money, yes, but that's not what's really important here." He brushes it off like it's not a thing at all.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - He's not gonna give you money, what are you doing? Clearly you were just profiling.

"Could I have some of that 'unimportant' money then?"

"I don't want your money, I just wanted to see whether my profiling skills were working."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Oh, no, I don't have it *on me*, officer, I was talking in more... general terms." He looks uncomfortable, his left hand squeezing his son's shoulder.

"I'm just spending time with my kid here, showing him around the lesser-known parts of our home town... It wouldn't be *wise* to carry huge amounts of cash on such expeditions!"

Whoops, probably should have listened to Authority there.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Easy: Success] - Not that he would have to worry about being robbed -- he looks surprisingly buff. Does he work out?

3. "By the way, do you work out?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "I do some Lo Manthang stick fighting now and then."

"Wait, what's Lo Manthang stick fighting?"

"I'm not really interested in the practice, I just want to know how often you work out. Now and then -- that's what, like once a week?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "It's an anthropological heritage of the Lomanthang people, a martial art of sorts, but what not a lot of books mention is that it also carries a *cultural* significance among the Lomanthangs, as it used to be the best means of showing off to look for a bride, which..."

"... interestingly enough, brings us to the socio-economic structure of the traditional rural tribes of the Lo Manthang isles, which..." He goes on to give you a detailed overview of their way of life, the amiable, slightly nervous smile not once leaving his face.

"But anyway," he says after a while, "I am boring you with details again. You were saying?"

"I don't really remember what I was saying..."

"I'm not really interested in the practice, I just want to know how often you work out. Now and then -- that's what, like once a week?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Lo Manthang stick fighting is a little like a pyrholidon addiction," he explains with a little smile. "I've been practising it for nearly 20 years now, so you could say that my doses have grown a little... peculiar."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Wait. What does this man know about pyrholidon addiction?

"Hold on. Pyrholidon addiction? What an interesting metaphor..." (Study his face.) "Or perhaps not a metaphor at all?"

"So what is it, twice a week then? Every other day? *Man* is it difficult to stay on the right topic with you."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "You got me, detective." He chuckles, before a shadow takes hold of his face. "But my history should hardly come as a surprise."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Here's a former junkie. I can recognize one when I see it.

MIKAEL HEIDELSTAM - Suddenly little Mikael opens up his mouth: "Dad's fighting with sticks every night after dinner for four hours. He has a special room for that -- *and* a special costume!"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "That's right, Mikael." Trant grabs his kid into a single-handed embrace, happy to change the subject. "It also has a meditative quality, helps to clear my head... But anyway," he says, swaying with his hand.

4. "Great, thank you for all the interesting information." [Leave.]

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "No, thanks to *you* for having me and little Mikael here to pick your brain... A very interesting conversation indeed."

WOMPTY-DOMPTY-DOM CENTRE

Temporary research bonus: -1 Suggestion: Outsider Research time: 0h 42min

It's Wednesday evening and something heinously exciting is under way. People have gathered beneath the billowing roof of an oddly shaped trophy building, sipping wine and exchanging opinions. 29-year-old wunder-twins Guy and Keith Joost are the stars of the show, with their bomber jackets and white sneakers -- head curators of this art exhibition. It's the wompty-dom-di-dommiest event of the year and all the cool kids have RSVP’d. Where are you, if you are not there?

FELD MURAL - You see a once-bright mural towering above you. The signage has peeled off over the years, but you can still make out: 'FELD ELECTRICAL R&D'.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - A slogan used to intertwine with the loops a long time ago. Now only a shadow of peeled letters remains. It says: 'Tomorrow is just a whisper away'.

"Tomorrow is just a whisper away..."

[Turn away.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Looks like tomorrow never came." The lieutenant raises the collar of his bomber jacket.

2. [Turn away.]

That was quite the history lesson. I think we'd better take a break here.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #trant heidelstam #mikael heidelstam #little lily

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brineffxiv · 1 year

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Hermes and I feed lightning sprites as we discuss the nature of life and of the soul.

I'll be the first to admit I don't entirely understand the explanation - I probably need to hear it a few more times - but as I understand it, the difference between an arcane entity and a living creature is the presence of a soul, and a soul cannot be granted, but rather forms in a creation that fulfills the necessary conditions to live independently?

He doesn't give me a straightforward answer when I ask what category Meteion falls into. Rather, he considers the question unimportant; he cares for Meteion as herself. That's very sweet and heartwarming.

Oh, look! An Elpis Flower!!

Hermes exposits that the flowers were a happy accident created by a past researcher of Elpis, and that though they change color to reflect the emotions of those around them, they are rarely seen in any hue save white.

...I think this is the first time I've ever seen them white.

Hermes explains that the flowers do this by means of an unseen energy driven by emotions. I describe akasa to him, and he agrees that it sounds alike, but names it something else...

Dun Dun DUN!

...hah. Hah. That's... That's the name of my Data Center... Dynamis... Oh. Oh dear.

So, Entelechies are entities that have the ability to interact with and convert dynamis into tangible phenomena - like the color change seen in the flowers. Meteion is also an entelechy. The first with free will.

Emet-Selch is perturbed that he's never heard of dynamis before, but Hermes explains that as dynamis can neither be seen or felt normally, nor be interacted with by beings comprised solely by aether - such as us - there are only a few scholars that know of it. Similar, it seems, to the present day.

Dynamis is a vastly weaker energy, but it comprises the majority of energy in creation as a whole? It sounds like this concept is similar to dark matter.

Uhh... Hermes, you're starting to give me some Fandaniel vibes. Me no like. Something involving dynamis is causing the Final Days, and here you are talking about wanting to empower this energy to a point where it can overpower aether. That, uh... That seems to be exactly what is happening.

I... do not believe you. That speech was entirely too impassioned for you to not care keenly about this. You might claim to have only created Meteion to have made a creation capable of traversing the great expanse, but I sense there's more to this story.

Meteion is comprised mostly of dynamis, which is why her aether is so thin. Hermes did this by necessity, as aether is relatively scarce in outer space. Meteion wants to know if I'm an entelechy too, since my aether is thin as well (no, it's because I'm 9/14ths of an ancient, I'm missing aether as opposed to having had it replaced with something else). I'm not, but Hermes claims that having thinner aether might allow me to interact and be interacted upon by dynamis more easily...

Oh. Oh no. That's why people are transforming into monsters in our Final Days; their aether is thin enough that the dynamis can affect them. Where the ancients were appropriately dense enough to be immune to that particular effect. Shiiiiit.

With those unsettling thoughts we move on to our next creation to visit; the charybdis.

There is a problem with this big blue charybdis; a third generation creature, it's aether is slightly too much aspected towards water and it cannot fly. The researcher minding them suggests that these creations be "reverted" (culled, I would guess) and their concept revised.

Hermes seems appalled at the idea, and insists that the creation can fly, but is simply afraid to, and proposes that he himself will transform and teach it to.

...And then the funniest thing in the world happens.

Pffft... Hghjlkdshsdk. HHHGLGKJSD

"Behold, a sorcerer of eld!"

Ahahaha!

You. Y-You never thought I'd find this out, did you!? Makes it all the better that you're the one telling me!

AHahaha! oh god I'm losing it hehehehe!

Transforming is apparently the ancient equivalent of stripping. Of walking around buck ass naked.

H. Hey wait. I read.

Where is it...?

...

...Guys, that is gay. That is really gay.

Never ceases to impress you, eh, Hythlodaeus? So that wasn't the first time Hades had transformed in front of you, then? Not even the second.

I can't believe that's canon.

Alright, okay, I'll stop.

...Talking about it, maybe. Not gonna stop thinking about it though...

(*laughing maniacally*)

Hythlodaeus is totally up to some mischief, and has Emet-Selch take the blue charybdis somewhere out of sight. He then informs us of his plan to have Emet-Selch teach the charybdis to fly, which he should be able to do with his prodigious magical prowess.

My job is going to be to ask him. lol.

Emet-Selch wants none of our shenanigans. Unfortunately for him, he's vulnerable to being asked persistently, just as Hythlodaeus promised he would be. He makes many delightfully exasperated and conflicted facial expressions I wish I had the room to include in this post. I am saving them all.

OMG it's Grani! omg I've been riding Emet-Selch's weird unicorn horse all this time!? (Emet-Selch, you have an... intriguing aesthetic sense)

Hythlodaeus and I get to take it easy and sit in the grass. While we're waiting, he tells me about Emet-Selch joining the Convocation.

The truth of it is that Hythlodaeus was actually the first choice for the office, but he turned it down because - in his own words - "I am pedestrian in all other aspects". I would disagree with this strenuously. Hythlodaeus, you might not be good at magic and manipulating aether, but you are a bright and shining soul. A light in the storm. A solid rock amidst the sea of chaotic life. You feel like home.

That said, I take his point. One must be able to act to resolve problems if one is to take a seat on the Convocation.

Hmm... I am having difficulty objectively analyzing this scene, lol, because by now I'm shipping these two something fierce. And, in the most non-romantic way I can manage, it's clear to me that Hythlodaeus loves Hades a great deal. He is proud of Hades' accomplishments, and that he is recognized for his deeds, even if Hades himself does not consider his own actions anything extraordinary.

And he loves me too. Well, ancient me. Azem.

The way Hythlodaeus tells it, Emet-Selch and Azem are the most important people to him in the world. He expresses his desire to one day return to the star with them, when all their purposes have been fulfilled. I think that's so lovely. And I think that says more than any speculation I can make; how much they mean to each other that they have planned their lives together. How wonderful, to love and be loved in return.

I only wish that I could help him have that.

I try to pretend I don't know what happens to them.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #emet-selch #hythlodaeus #hermes #fandaniel #meteion #baseless speculation

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waltwhitmansbeard · 5 months

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20. holding your face in their palm as they smile widely before kissing you, for the physical gestures prompt

20. holding your face in their palm as they smile widely before kissing you

The world may be ending, but if it is, the Nein's gonna get one last party in. Trent Ikithon is dead, or gone, or banished, or whatever, and Artie is working his magic to fix Caleb's hometown, and Jester is engaged. She can't stop grinning as the people of Blumenthal flow in and out of Caleb's magical tower, everyone leaving far more inebriated than they entered. No one really knows what the celebration is for—some guy they've never heard of summoned this terrifying monstrosity and they didn't die, and also there was a dragon, but it was okay?—so Jester tells anyone who asks that it's her engagement party, because, well, it is!

She actually hasn't had much of a chance to see her betrothed since he popped the question. She's been too busy sending her hamster-sized unicorns and illusory duplicates around the town, filling the place with explosions of color and more than enough mischief to make up for the horror of the fight that crashed through their streets so early in the morning. Besides, Beau and Yasha have been razzing Fjord since the big moment, leaving him blushing and stammering as they half-force whiskey down his throat.

Jester loves him like this, silly and happy, so different from the guy she met with someone else's accent and a debilitating fear of being known. Now he's a pirate, looking like something off of the cover of one of the smut novels Caleb sends her from time to time, and he's hers. Quite the catch for a girl who once could only dream of romance from the walls of her bedroom.

"What are you doing here?"

Jester turns, and there's Artie, looking harried and annoyed. She figures there's somewhere else he probably needs to be right now, what with the whole moon fiasco, but she's so glad he's here. "What? I'm just trying to help." She waves her hand, and one of her duplicates dances over to a group of kids with a large plate of food cooked up by some of Caleb's mystical cats.

"No, I mean, why aren't you drooling all over your fiancé?" He layers with the word with all manner of suggestion.

She scrunches her face. "I don't know! We just had this really big fight, and it was, like, really traumatic for Caleb, and also this town got crushed a lot, so...I don't know! It didn't seem like the moment."

"Jester, I'm not going to lie to you." He leans down, and Jester gets up onto her tiptoes to hear him whisper, "I don't know what the fuck is going on."

"No, me neither!"

"Like, things seem bad, right?"

"Really, really bad."

"And not to knock my own abilities, but I think I'm going to be of...limited use in whatever comes next. If, that is, anything comes next, and we're not all doomed to oblivion or whatever..." He flaps his hand generally in the direction of Ruidus. "...this means.

"So go!" He gently shoves her by the shoulders toward Fjord. "Go be silly and in love. I mean, I'll probably survive whatever this is, but who knows how much time you mortals have left! Go be with your slutty sea captain."

"He really is slutty," Jester whispers conspiratorially. "I didn't even ask him to wear his shirt like that, he just does it now."

"No complaints here."

"Of course not, look at him!" Jester rocks up on her toes again to kiss Artagan's cheek. "Thank you, Artie."

"Anything for my favorite."

Jester bounds across the main floor of the tower to Fjord, whose green skin is tinged red with alcohol. "Jester!" he booms, abandoning the glass Beau'd just shoved into his hand to swing his arms out wide. "There you are!"

"Here I am!" She stops right in front of him, and her stomach swoops low as his broad hands come to cup her face. "You seem like you're having fun."

"More fun now that you're here." Then, grinning ear to ear, his tusks gleaming in the lights of Caleb's arcane lights, he kisses her, and he tastes like whiskey and sugar and seawater, and despite the looming unknown coming for them all, Jester has never been less afraid.

#i don't think this ended up the way i thought it was going to #but i'm happy with it #ask #ravendruid #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #mighty nein #mighty nein fic #fjorester #fjorester fic #my fic #jester lavorre #artagan

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uraniumbones · 7 months

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All my friends tell me my take on arcane is the worst they've ever heard. They are fools and they are blind.

Silco is the tragic hero of the story.

Doing bad things? Yeah okay drugs and evil experiments are bad. BUT EVERYONE ELSE FUCKING GAVE UP ON A BETTER LIFE FOR THE UNDERCITY. Maybe he went about it in a bad way but he was the only one still trying. And succeeding I might add. He fought fearsome and tireless for a dream of freedom and safety for the undercity. For justice and equality. But he's a good dad. And so he wouldn't trade his daughter for the whole world. He wouldn't betray her like she had been betrayed before, like he had been betrayed before. He wouldn't do it. That was his fatal "flaw". And for that I cannot begrudge him. For that I have no choice but to love him. He had indomitable spirit and faultless loyalty. How could he not have been the hero of this story?

To me he is.

And yes maybe I have 💥parental issues💥 and I'm the ✨younger sister✨ so I felt the great weight of my soul set ablaze to see a child be pushed into danger she wasn't ready for because she wanted so badly to be helpful to not be an outsider to be loved and then be punished and abandoned and hated for her extraordinary efforts still falling short.

And yes maybe watching that child be held and loved and accepted by an adult after that betrayal was a soothing balm upon that body that held that burning soul.

And maybe all of this contributed to my understanding of the characters and plot.

And WHAT OF IT. What're you gonna do about? Huh? Nothing punk.

#i could talk for many hours on this alone.#same way i feel about the Barbie movie #jinx arcane #jinx #arcane silco #silco #arcane

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hello!! this is my first time making a request even though i'm practically living off of your arcane content, haha. I was wondering if you could do arcane characters catching their S/O singing in the shower? That would be wonderful. Keep up the amazing work, dear author!!

Oh! Well hopefully this request lives up to your expectations then. By the way I think you have great taste. Tall, scary women are amazing.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Ambessa x Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic bliss, showering together, teasing, slightly suggestive content

A/N: I sing in the shower sometimes. I don't like to sing in front of others though. No one deserves such torture.

Jinx is pretty energetic herself and it was actually her who gave you the idea to sing in the shower one morning when you heard her doing it.

Since then it's become pretty common for the two of you to sing in the shower together. Jinx loves that she found someone else who likes to do that, for a while she thought she was the only weird one. But not anymore, now she's got a partner in crime.

"Care to join me for another singing session in the shower sweetie? Get your mind out of the gutter, I really do mean singing. This time. Afterwards? Who knows. Maybe if you sing really pretty for me."

Vi has never heard of anyone singing in the shower before she met you. The first time she heard it she thought she was dreaming, only to sleepily wander in the shower and find you singing.

You were a little embarrassed about it at first but Vi was quick to shoot that down. She never wants you to be embarrassed about doing something you like around her. She thinks your singing is wonderful and she would love to wake up every morning to you singing.

"What the...? Oh it's just you sweet stuff. Wait don't stop, that was beautiful. I mean I thought I was dreaming at first but damn, you have a beautiful voice. Can you sing for me every morning? It would be a lovely wake up call. Well other then those sweet lips of yours."

Caitlyn sometimes hums to herself in the shower so it wasn't that odd for her when she woke up and heard you full on singing.

Sometimes she'll even join you, humming a tune to what ever song you're singing. She won't exactly sing however but she loves to wrap her arms around you as she listens to you.

"You didn't tell me you sing in the shower darling. I think it sounds wonderful. Would you want some company perhaps? Hahaha, well I don't know about singing but I can do something else. Hey, why did you jump just now, I've hugged you while we were naked before. Just relax, sing for me more."

Ekko loves singing. He'll sometimes sing while he's doing random thing around his home so to find out that you also like singing was a delight.

Especially that you like to sing in the shower. He doesn't usually sing in the shower but he can be persuaded by you pretty easily. He much more likes to listen to you singing in the shower though. However if you wanna make it a duet some other time he'd be more then happy to.

"Firefly! You like to sing in the shower? Have you been hiding this from me? No? Then why haven't I heard it before hm? Oh I don't sing in the shower, no. But maybe while we make breakfast we can sing together if you want? Yeah? Sweet. I'll pick a really romantic one."

Silco was pretty used to noise in the morning. From the rowdy streets of Zaun to adopting and raising Jinx. Usually there's a lot of noise and explosions but waking up to you singing was a nice change of pace.

He leaned against the door, his eyes staring at your back as you sing, not even noticing him at first. You only notice when you finish the song and he claps slowly. You were flustered about it at first but upon seeing his soft smile you smiled back and beckoned him to join you in the shower.

"You always had such a lovely voice my darling. I never suspected you to be my wake up alarm, but it's much nicer that the outside noise of people arguing and yelling at each other. And I assure you that's not the only thing nice about this situation. You want me to join you do you? Well how could I refuse a request from you."

Sevika never liked singing too much. She found it damn annoying. That's why when she first caught you singing you immediately shut your mouth, only for Sevika to step into the shower and tell you to sing more for her.

She wasn't mad or annoyed at all. She likes to hear you talk, hear you laugh, hear you moan and scream. So naturally she found your singing voice pleasant too. But don't tell anyone. She has a reputation to keep after all. And Jinx would never let her hear the end of it.

"Why did you stop sweet cheeks? You know I love that pretty voice of yours. Pretty just like the rest of you. Keep singing won't you? But only for me ok? And don't tell anyone. I just know Jinx is looking for an excuse to get on my nerves somehow."

Viktor didn't get to hear much singing even after he started living in Piltover. Your voice always lulled him to sleep though, but he never heard it so bright and cheerful while you sung.

He was about to get up but you left the door open so he could hear the slightly muffled song. He closed his eyes and listened until you stepped out, hair still slightly damp. He smirked at you and complimented your lovely voice, much to your embarrassment. He wouldn't have that however, he encouraged you to sing as much as you want, he would love to hear more.

"You have a lovely voice my darling. Why don't you sing more often? There is no need for you to be embarrassed of me hearing it. In fact I wouldn't mind hearing more of it sometime. What do you say, would you sing just for me if I asked?"

Jayce is actually quite a fan of singing. He can't really sing himself but he likes to hum and murmur, and he loves listening to you sing for him.

The first time he caught you singing in the shower you jumped, yelped and slipped. Luckily Jayce was quick to catch you before you fell to the hard floor, his arms around your waist and his smile bright as he bent down, kissed you and told you have the most wonderful voice.

"Babe, I didn't know you sang- Whoa there! Careful! You ok? You need to be more careful. Or was this all part of you plan hm? Kidding, I would have joined you either way. The singing was lovely though. Will you do this every morning? I hope so. You sound wonderful."

Ambessa listened to many talented people sing, many entertainers during the celebrations of her Clan's victories. However none ever came close to your singing voice.

You actually did it without even knowing as the two of you were relaxing in the bath together. She found it quite funny, but also flattering that you were so enthralled with her and enjoyed her company so much that you started to sing.

"Don't stop sweetheart, the start was lovely. Of course it was, it's you, and you know I greatly enjoy all aspects of you. So would you sing for me while were in here? And then I'll make you sing a different song once we get back to bed."

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #sevika x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #ambessa x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanons #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends headcanons #league of legends imagine

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yoshiyakiryu-archive · 1 year

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Some fresh nonsense about joshneku losing over at @homoeroticbetrayal

"Fancy seeing you here," Joshua chimes from his perch on the cafe seat as Neku approaches the table. It's not Wildkat, but this side-street shop feels unnaturally empty, and all the more unreal for the presence of the smiling Composer, casually seated by the window.

He could be the most powerful entity in the city, but Neku's urge to roll his eyes and tell him to go fuck himself has the budding inescapability of an oncoming sneeze. Only four words in, Neku's already reminded that no matter how much he misses the asshole when he's gone, he's a pain in the ass to have a straightforward conversation with.

"You invited me," Neku gripes, unable to resist giving the eye roll. He slides onto the seat across from Joshua, feeling another one coming on already.

"Hmm, did I? I suppose I must have. Hee hee." Joshua slides one of the two cups in front of him towards Neku. "The coffee here is decent, you should give it a try."

"…Thanks."

He continues being suspicious for a moment, but ultimately trusts Joshua, and the knowledge that poisoning wasn't really his style. If he wants Neku back in the UG, there's nothing stopping Joshua from rattling another bullet through his poor, pre-punctured brain matter. The old one must still be in there, making him think humoring this conversation was a rational idea that won't just end in a headache.

Joshua smiles, two hands on his own paper coffee cup, fingers striking it in sequence, a steady expectant rhythm. As he watches Neku, the motions change. Taking a sip, the scales shift to an energetic tempo, striking keys he cannot see in time with music he cannot hear. Weirdo.

"What did you want, anyway?" Neku asks, setting the coffee down. There's little point in wasting time on pleasantries when Joshua deemed something catastrophic enough to take the risk of actually talking to him.

"Nothing to say about the coffee?"

"Not really." It's pretty average, as far as coffee goes, and it's not a surprise Joshua knows his order.

Joshua hums, digging his phone out of his pocket and adding to what seems to be, from Neku's view of the phone upside down across the table, a personal review log of local restaurants. "That's hardly a riveting opinion, but I'll include it. We wouldn't want to find Players erased of sheer boredom, would we?"

Whatever UG bullshit Joshua was pursuing, Neku wasn't making it his problem to know. He could guess, but he won't. He won't even think about it. Nope, no dead people business here.

Joshua frowns at him through the silence, bordering on a pout, and sets his phone down.

Neku tilts his head, gesturing with his free hand.

"Well? Did something happen? Why are we here, Josh? Is reality about to collapse in on itself? Did someone important die? Double die?"

"No, no no no, nothing like that," Joshua says waving off his tone. "Well, people die of course, every day. But that's not my concern." He cuts Neku off before he can reply that yeah, it kind of is, by snatching his phone back off the table and waving it in Neku's face. "I'm here about this."

Oh.

That.

The homoerotic betrayal thing. He'd heard about it after the fact when three of his friends texted him their condolences on losing to Brutus and Caesar. He needed to ask for context, and to be frank, didn't know what to make of the whole thing. He could have gone without knowing that "iconic homoerotic betrayal" was a tournament he'd been nominated in, and privately thinks Joshua has got to find more normal ways of hitting on him. Ways that don't involve firearms.

"Isn't that over?" he asks, with little else to say. If it was over, they shouldn't have to worry about it. Problem solved. Neku out. The arcane and meta machinations of the multiverse can remain not his problem.

"Yes," Joshua says, all business, "but we lost."

"So?"

"So, we lost! After all our fans put in such heartwarming work about us too."

Neku mulls over the word "fans" for a long moment, and decides he doesn't want to consider the implications of that either. He shrugs. "Okay."

"Neku," Joshua says, placing the phone between them and folding his hands loosely over his drink, "I don't think you're taking this very seriously."

"No shit, Sherlock," Neku snaps, indulging that eye roll. "You're not telling me why I should."

"Because we lost," Joshua says, forced patience, as sincere as he ever gets, "and because I have reason to suspect there was UG involvement." He picks up his phone again, opening an app before handing it over. "Take a look. Do any words stand out to you?"

Neku takes the phone, and scrolls slowly, taking his time to make sure there was nothing obvious for Joshua to scold him about missing, and to make him squirm, until he sees a familiar word. "Memes?"

"An astute observation Neku! I knew I'd chosen you for a reason."

He's insufferable. Neku hands the phone back and sinks down in his seat. Unbelievable.

"Memes, yes." Joshua twirls a lock of hair around his index finger, and Neku takes a sip of coffee to disguise how closely he followed the movement.

"You think that we lost because everyone was Imprinted to vote against us?"

"In short, yes again," Joshua says, smiling once more. "Someone put on their thinking cap today."

Asshole. Bastard. Little snot.

Neku takes a deep breath and swallows the growl climbing his throat.

"Explain."

Joshua hums, then shrugs, palms up and put upon. "I believe there was a site-wide Imprinting campaign leading up to the bracket. Disguised as a celebration of the death of Julius Caesar. You of all people know how easily folks can be swayed by a trend." He slumps down onto his elbows, resting his chin in his hands. "Then we lost," he continues, annoyed. "And I don't like losing."

"Obviously. Isn't it kind of far-fetched to Imprint memes on a whole website?"

"You'd be surprised what some of the Higher Plane get up to in their spare time.

"…Right, don't tell me." He doesn't want to hear about angel hobbies. He doesn't want to think about angel hobbies. "I still don't get why you submitted us to that thing in the first place."

"I didn't."

Eye rolls must come in threes. Joshua has the audacity to look affronted.

"Okay. Sure. I'll believe that. Then why is this so important?"

"I can't tell you," Joshua says, gazing meaningfully into the middle distance fingers tangled in a stray lock of hair.

He is so full of shit. There is not one iota of Joshua that isn't composed of compacted, steaming, fresh shit. This is what happens when you cross the guy's competitive streak with a crush. He should confiscate Joshua's phone. Joshua should talk to him more often.

"But! We could get a second chance," Joshua says, affected wistfulness gone. "I know how big a fan you are of second chances. We'll win the revival match." Joshua leans in, devious and conniving across from him, and Neku knows what's coming even before Joshua does a fingergun in his direction. "You will win us the revival match. By any means necessary."

"And how am I going to do that?" Neku crosses his arms.

Another shrug. "Start Imprinting memes on people yourself. Find the culprit rigging things from before. I'm not fussed about the strategy, as long as we win."

Neku closes his eyes. "I don't get a choice here, do I?"

"It's a homoerotic betrayal tournament, Neku. That's against the spirit of it, wouldn't you say?"

"Fair enough." It isn't. Not really. But Neku's learned to pick his battles. He's learned to pick them very well. "But I set the terms."

"Oh?" Joshua's pitch rises in surprise. "Intriguing. Go on."

Neku lifts up a finger. "One. No penalties for losing." Joshua grumbles against his palm. "Two, if we win, you're showing up for group outings. No excuses or leaving early. Spend time with us."

There's unmatched satisfaction in the way Joshua looks like he's swallowed something far too sour. "These aren't very nice terms, Neku."

"Take them or leave them. And no funny business."

"…Fiiiiiiine. I guess you'll just owe me."

Joshua pulls himself from the table and stands, all drawn-out, fluid movements and exaggerated resignation. His coffee sits abandoned on the table, half finished.

"Owe you!?"

"Hee hee. For being so generous, of course. I'll pick you up when the polls open." Joshua touches his sole fingergun to Neku's temple before leaving the cafe and an exasperated, incredulous Neku. "Toodles."

#twewy #joshneku #neku sakuraba #joshua kiryu #yoshiya kiryu #dedicated to léa regalli and dusty for running so far with this #i wrote this in a hurry but it's way more than I can usually write in this span of time #so that's pretty awesome #i just wanted to make the meme joke #my writing

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Gale Dekarios: A Mansplainer or a Wizardsplainer? And I am off on another Gale related topic yet again, this time it involves a small subset of individuals who believe that Gale Dekarios is a mansplainer. Yes you heard it, Gale Dekarios is a mansplainer! I know, I know I want to roll my eyes hard enough to see the back of my skull as well. Let me preface this by saying I am not here to undermine the harm that mansplaining does to the recipients, typically anyone presenting as a women or playing as a woman. Mansplaining is a real problem in the gaming, TTRPG, and LARP-ing world. As someone who identifies as a woman I know this. When you are maligned, treated like you don't understand, talked down to, objectified, or your character is side-lined as milady who is helpless or forced into certain roles with expectations, it is infuriating. I just want my female barbarian to feast on the flesh of her enemies and use their splintered bones as toothpicks without someone saying women aren't supposed to do that. Mostly it's because your woman presenting character is too masculine and dude-bro paladin needs a girlfriend to protect and do the dirt with (because that's all your character is good for, oh and maybe healing), but we are not here for it. I've seen this happen to men playing characters that are women as well, it's a disease. It sucks, you experience it enough and any time a man starts talking it can be a trigger. I get it! With that in mind I think mansplaining loses its meaning when we take it out of context and just apply it to any kind of trigger. Context matters, understanding the material matters, the lore matters. What does not matter in Baldur's Gate 3 is your character's gender. Let's be very clear, if you are playing the game through the lens of a woman and your character is also a woman and you think Gale is mansplaining to you then you need to reset your game and play it as a man. I tend to spice up my gender variety for funsies and if you are constantly playing as the gender that matches your gender identity you might just view the game through that lens. I'm also going to be real I'm a M/M slasher, I go back and play Gale and Astarion as the origin protags because Bloodweave for life baby! But I do mix it up with genders. So what happens when you are playing entirely through a singular lens, when you are a woman playing as a character that is a woman? You might look at Gale as a mansplainer, but the reality is he's running on a script and he is going to say the same thing to you if you are speaking to him as a cis-man/woman, trans-man/woman, non-binary, or if you are Astarion (okay you might get a bit of variation because it's Astarion and not Tav), but the script is still the script. Your Tav is going to get the script. Now the second part of this is that Gale is a Wizard, you know when someone is a wizz they are very good and successful at the thing they do. Okay so if you are playing as a Sorcerer or some other magically tangent class, you might think Gale is a magic snob, that you are a Sorcerer or you are also playing a character that knows magic as well and him explaining magic to you is him being condescending and talking down to you. No. Gale is a Wizard, Wizards are magically superior, their knowledge is magically superior, this is the rule not the exception. Pick up your D&D handbook, flip to the part where it talks about Wizards and it will tell you they are supreme magic users, they are scholars of the arcane, they are the mathematicians and programmers of magic. They understand it. They have the Ph.D., Sorcerers at best have their A.S., and any other class that uses magic has their H.S. Diploma or G.E.D. Sorcerers are talented magic users, but their knowledge is limited, they rely on raw potential and inherent ability. They don't have the same range because they did not go to graduate school, but they believe they are superior due to carrying a magical birthright through bloodline.

#gale dekarios #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #mansplaining #mansplaining or wizardsplaining

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Oh, The Misery

Arcane X Male Reader

Piltover, The Town standing proudly on the golden precipice of evolution of humanity, a seemingly perfect Utopia, for those born into it, bustling markets, beautiful shining homes and hunts of gold brim though it, Prosperity, Evolution, Elegance, it speaks candidly though it all. But five kids, seem so out of place.

"We're almost there." A feminine voice utters, she crawls from a scaffolding and into a rooftop. She was fairly young with distinguishing pink hair, she turned to the scaffolding and speaks again.

"Hey, Powder." She says, "Come take a look." Another girl comes from the scaffolding to the roof, skinny and very sinew but with big beautiful blue eyes. Her blue hair and single ponytail made her stand out too much for her own good sometimes.

"Whoa." Powder says, getting an eyeful of Piltover from a rooftop.

"It's nice getting above it all, huh?" The Pink haired girl says with a smile, before two join them, one skinny and having a bit of a frizzled hairstyle, the other much larger and chubbier, but with a pair of big googles to help him see. Their stare off into Piltover was interrupted by the gaining winds of a blimp making its way over past them, and Powder looks with utter amazement.

"One day, I'm gonna ride in one of those things." She says, and the Skinny and more Prudish boy walks over, aiming his hand like a gun.

"And one day, I'm gonna shoot one of 'em down." He says confidently, the bigger more worrisome boy looks over. "Thanks Milo" The pink haired girl says sarcastically.

"Vi, are, are you sure about this?" He says turning to the Pink haired Vi, "Look, if we get caught, we're..." he begins, and a voice cuts him off.

"We're not gonna get caught." A voice calls out, and one last character lands on the roof, a young boy like the others but around VI's age. He has a slightly shaven head to the sides, besides the tamper on top, a bit rouge-ish indeed, his (F/C) hair gently blows in the incoming wind, with (E/C) eyes. He reaches into his back pocket with his arm, but not a normal one. Strapped to his chest was a arm seemingly made from crude iron and scrapmetal. His arm seems to have been missing and has been replaced. The small sounds of gears turning in the mechanism can be heard if you listen really close.

"We'll be in and out before anyone notices. Thanks to me actually being smart, and using powders crayons, thank you powder, I was able to come up with this." The boy shows them a blueprint, drawn mostly in crayon.

"A map of the building I found, if we burst into the balcony door, we have Access to an upper room and a smaller side room, who knows what's in there! But if it's a Piltover room, it's gotta be loaded." He says, He puts the blueprint back in his pocket and turns to Vi.

"Late as always (Y/n), but I guess it's good you're here." She says with a small smirk.

"All right, everybody, follow me." Vi says, and begins to leap from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding any on ground reinforcements.

"Couldn't we have at least

just walked there?" The large boy says.

"Gotta stay out of sight for this one, Claggor" (Y/n) says, they stop to a bit of a gap, Vi slides down to a balcony with cupcakes on it, she lands on the balcony railing and leaps onto the other side. The others attempt the same, Milo, Clogger and (Y/n) reach the other side, the only one remaining on the other side is Powder. Who is looking down to the deep ending it.

"Called it. This is on you, Vi." Mylo says as he looks at Vi.

"I'll get her—" (Y/n) says walking to the ledge. But Vi stops him from reaching it, and looks over to Powder.

"No. Powder, look at me." She says, and Powder finally takes her eyes off the ground and to Vi.

"What did I tell you?" She says to her, Powder's breathing has quickened up, and she nods.

"That...I'm ready." Powder replies.

"That's right! So?" Vi replies back, and Powder hypes herself up, and slides down to the balcony and leaps to the other side, barely making the rooftop, her body weight shifts and she begins to fall, and (Y/n) reaches out, grabbing the girl by the wrist before she falls. He pulls her in and helps the girl up.

"Phew! Thanks." Powder says, and they continue their journey.

"What if Vander finds out we're all the way up here?" Claggor says, as they shimmy along a rooftop.

"Look around you. You think anyone topside's going hungry? Besides, this is exactly the sort of job

Vander would've pulled when he was our age.

I'm going. Are you with me or not?" She says, turning to the Boys and powder. (Y/n) shrugs and follows.

"Vander's gonna kill us." Claggor says with shame.

"Only if we screw up. So..don't screw up." (Y/n) chimes in. The group eventually reaches the destination, and Vi is the first to make content by landing on the balcony, she peers into the rooms windows and spots no one, she gives the signal.

"All clear." She says, and the others drop down. Milo reaches for the Door but sees it's locked.

"Who locks their balcony?" He says. And begins to pick the lock, the others peer off the railing to guards sprawling all over the ground.

"There's tons of enforcers down there." Claggor says adjusting his goggles.

"Means we're in the right place." Vi says, and turns to Mylo who's still trying to pick the lock, with (Y/n) leaning against a wall with his arms folded, he pulls out the blueprint again.

"It's your Basic Tumbler lock, give him a sec." (Y/n) replies as Mylo nods.

"Seeing as I'm the only one who knows how to pick locks, I suggest..." before he can go into his long winded speech, Vi kicks the door open, much to mylos shock. The kids head in and look around.

"Animals." He says and follows, they get inside and see the room Is full of inventions, and a massive bookshelf with seemingly mathematic equations on a chalkboard.

"You know, Claggor, for once you're right.

We are definitely not supposed to be here." Mylo adds in. (Y/n) presses a small button on his arm, a small latch from his palm opens up to a clock.

"We got fifteen minutes from my estimates, guy should be on a break from my tips." (Y/n) says as Vi reads the equations.

"Must be an inventor." Vi says, as (Y/n) looks at his workshop table.

"Really? What could have given you that Idea?" He says sarcastically.

"Shut up." Vi replies slightly annoyed. (Y/n)'s eyes go wide as he begins to run through the bookshelf. Powder picks up an oddly small trinket, pressing down on it opens it up to what seems to be a toy solar system. She stares in wonder.

"Whoa, I think this is a real Valdiani." She says, mesmerized by it.

"Oh, yeah? What about this?" Mylo says, pointing some odd shaped object at Powder, who frowns dismissively.

"That's a nose hair trimmer." She replies, an embarrassed Mylo looks down at it, realizing she's correct.

"Keep an eye out for anything that looks valuable, Powder. Before Mylo fills the bag with junk." Vi says, before seeing (Y/n) go through the books and spots one.

"Well well... a rare one! "Magic and it's Capabilities on Human Industrialists, by Heimerdinger." He says with a smirk, before Vi walks over.

"We're not taking this with us." She says, and his smirk grows to a frown.

"And why not? You're letting Mylo go with a nose trimmer." He retorts back.

"Because we need to sell this stuff, do you think anyone in the Undercity would buy a book let alone be able to actually read?" Vi explains, (Y/n) frowns and drops the book.

"Fine." He says, and begins to look for more value Junk. While the older ones search the main room, Powder fiddles around and ends up in a smaller room along the side of it, she slowly opens the door to another smaller workshop, but one with much more, delicate hardware. The first thing she spots was a delicious sandwich, which she revels in eating. An adorable girl eating a perfect sandwich.

But what caught her eye was a chest of some sort, sitting on a desk.

"Huh." She utters calmly, before dropping the sandwich and walking over to the chest, fiddling k with the mechanism, she slowly opened it to an odd sight, inside were seven small blue crystals, seemingly made of some sort of rock. The glow and hue radiated a sense of wonder and unpredictability to what these could possibly be. The older kids finished cleaning the place out and place what they can in a backpack. Just as it all seems to go well, footsteps faintly echo through the hall. (Y/n) was the first to pick it up and he turns over.

"Vi." He says, she looks over and he points to the door. She picks up on the footsteps as well and they go into action. Mylo takes a chair and rams it into the doors handle to keep it pinned. (Y/n) opens a hatch in his arm. Revealing a small clock.

"No one should be here for another two minutes! We gotta go!" He says, Vi rushes into the smaller room, spotting powder.

"Powder, we gotta go." She says and Powder makes a quick decision and grabs the seven crystals and runs off, but one drops from her hand as she stuffs them and a small book into her back pocket.

"We'll be fine. Just get back on the roof." Vi says grabbing the bag, (Y/n) opens the door for her, but as she takes a few steps, a flash of blue light cuts them off, an explosion rings out from the back room, knocking them all back, the force rips the building apart as arcs of blue lighting surge though the building, systematically tearing it apart. The kids look down to enforcers all looking at them. (Y/n) and Vi turn to each other, only able to utter one word.

"Shit."

An alarm rings through the city and the kids book it, running desperately away from the ever chasing enforcers.

"Stop right there!" One says, and tosses a small contraption, it explodes into a wire to wrap one of them up. (Y/n) looks down and hits the wrist of his arm a few times, the gears turn and spin and before the Wire can catch powder his reflexes grab it, before the wire before it can snatch any of them up. The blade retracts as they bolt down a fight of stairs.

They get past a few enforcers and reach a bridge that's raising, Vi rushes even faster and leaps, crossing it before it raises higher, the others follow and dart into a wall and down a small alley. (Y/n) punches a pipe and steam blasts through it, creating some hot and painful cover for the enforcers chasing them. They get to a sewer drain and smell the rancid aura coming from it.

"Oh, man, not again. I just got this shirt..." Mylo says, before being kicked down in there by Vi. The others soon follow, Mylo lands first with Claggor just coming in next, (Y/n) fumbles and sits up, shaking the gears out of his head, before powder comes flying it, ramming into the back of his head as they tumble down. Vi was the last to make it with the bag.

"Thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this." Mylo says, ripping lettuce from his hair.

"Well, this time's the last time." Vi says, growing frustrated with Mylo. (Y/n) shakes his arm, getting any grime and dirt out of the gears.

"What the hell happened back there?" (Y/n) says, he looks at his prosthetic and to the others, who almost all unanimously turn to powder.

"I don't know. I didn't do anything." She retorts defensively.

"You could fill a damn library with all the things you "didn't do," powder." Mylo chimes in before (Y/n) cuts him off.

"Look, we don't know what that was. And I don't think powder is capable of almost blowing up a building, it's gotta be one of these inventions I guess.." He says, and Mylo turns to him.

"Look at you running to her defense again, you know this is getting old—" he begins but Vi steps up.

"Guys, we just emptied a Piltover penthouse

right under the enforcers' noses. So, if you're done beating yourselves up, let's get this home." She says, the group all simmer down and get up from their trash thrones and head out of the sewer from a grate and to the badlands leading towards the destination. They pass a few unruly thugs who try to strike up a "Friendly conversation."

"Nice haul?" One says, Blondie with a pompous face.

"You could say that." Mylo chimes in, (Y/n) and Vi stare daggers at him.

"I heard there was some action across the river. Someone, uh, someone really kicked the nest, huh?" The guy says, with a halfhearted chuckle.

"..Is that so?" (Y/n) says, and notices more approaching, Steven if his Math is right, and they all begin to cover the exits.

"But now you're, you're tracking this mess of yours through my streets." He says. And Vi steps up.

"Your streets? What makes you think..." she says, until Claggor walks over.

"Listen, we don't want any trouble, okay?" Claggor says. And one of the men laugh.

"Hear that, Deckard? They don't want any trouble." The Man says. And Deckard looks at them.

"You know, in my experience, trouble finds you.

There's no reason this has to get ugly. How about you share a little taste of your treasure there and we'll call it even?" He says, Mylo was the first to pipe up and object.

"No, no, no. We worked too hard to..." he begins, but Vi stops him.

"Just a taste?" Vi says, and Deckard nods.

"Just a..." before he can go on, Vi gives him more than taste, with a mouthful of metal. Knocking him down, she tosses the bag to Powder and the four begin to throw down, a pretty down dirty fight with Claggor taking on two of them. (Y/n) fighting off another pair, one grabbing his arm and the other taking swings at him, (Y/n) blocks as he gets hit with a hard right hook. Punch after punch as he trying to get his arm free.

Time slows down and be picks up the pace, each one handling one or two of them. Vi gets knocked with a punch as powder watches the blood and spit fly, (Y/n) getting his arm free, he stomps on the foot of one guy, he swings and catches another with an elbow, one falls and spits powder and goes after, (Y/n) pins one to the wall and starts hitting hard hooks, and a heavy iron elbow to his jaw, and he slumps down he stomps on another foot, the guy falls to his hands, using his he slams his fist on the guys hand, he screams in pain and gets another hook to the jaw, dropping him. He turns around to see Vi swinging with a plank, knocking another out. The group recollect as (Y/n) looks at his Prostetic, and sees blood dripping from one of the turning gears, he sighs and shakes the ass kicking off.

"This day's turning out all right after all." Mylo says, after getting a few bruises himself, the four turn and leave, but Deckard isn't done.

"Wait!" He says, screaming with a shard of glass in his hand, makeshift knife. He has it desperately aimed at Vi and the group, (Y/n) walks up next to her, he motions his hands towards Deckard and Vi simply shrugs and they both rush at him, the man looks ready to panic but holds his group, and that was a mistake.

He swings the glass at (Y/n) who's a bit ahead of Vi, he brings up his prosthetic with easily breaks the glass. He ducks under and goes behind the guy, grabbing him by the waist, before he can even wonder was going on, Vi leaps at him, and Knees him right in the nose, the momentum of the strike sends him back, just as (Y/n) lifts him up and over his head to deliver a German Suplex, landing Deckard right on his neck. Deckard slumps down unconscious, and (Y/n) sits up, breathing hard. Vi offers her hand to help him up and he kindly obliges, taking it as she helps him up. The group seem happy to reach the end of the brawl without any major injuries, until they look around and (Y/n) turns to Vi.

"Where's Powder?" He says, and Vi also looks worried. They rush down the alley and ironically bump into powder, but they notice she doesn't have the bag anymore.

"You did what?" Mylo yells, Powder looks down, fiddling with her fingers.

"I'm sorry. I tried to fight him off with Mouser, but... she didn't work." Powder explains, the group heads into a abandoned building.

"Who saw that coming?" Mylo says sarcastically

"Doesn't matter. The stuff's gone. It's all right, Powder. At least you're okay." Vi walks over to Powder, gently holding her.

"Okay? What about us? I get my face bashed in,

and she just gets a pass?" Mylo frowns, pointing at his face as (Y/n) turns to him.

"Yup." (Y/n) says, his voice getting a bit frustrated.

"Every time. Every time she comes,

something goes wrong. She jinxes every job—" Mylo starts another rant, but (Y/n) cuts him off loudly.

"Mylo!" He says, Vi, Clogger, Powder and Especially Mylo turn, dead silent, it's not often he yells.

"Drop it, what's done is done." He says, the group walk to a small porch inside and yank on a candlelight. It shifts and a mechanism can be heard triggering, the porch begins to descend down and the group slowly make their way to the Undercity, a dark gloomy death ridden place, that's also full of your darkest desires. The group head to a tavern, which reads very cautiously, "The Last Drop", the kids enter and immediately make a B line for the back door, they head down a flight of stairs to a room and sit in different places.

"Vander learns none of this." Vi says.

"No worries there. Powder took care of the evidence." Mylo says teasingly.

"I tried, okay? You don't get it. You're older, you're bigger. It, it isn't fair." She says, curling up a little.

"So stick with us! Take a punch or two." Mylo retorts back, (Y/n) turns to him.

"She's a Scrawly kid Mylo, she can't "Take a punch" they'd kill her!" He says, Mylo rolls his eyes.

"There you go trying to be her dad too, you know if I was leader—" Mylo begins and (Y/n) stands up and kneels down to face Mylo, who's shut his trap.

"You'd do what? Hmm? Let one of us Fall to our death? Get blown up? Get caught by enforcers? Jumped by a bunch of thugs?" He says, and the door opens. And a man steps down into the room, middle aged with a very strong build. He turns to the children, (Y/n) backs away from Mylo and sits down.

"Everyone all right?" He asks.

"Never better." Vi responds deadpanned, the man nods and walks around.

"Good. I don't suppose you can explain why it is

that I'm hearing about an explosion and a foot chase topside? five children fleeing the scene. What the hell were you thinking?" He says, turning his attention to Vi.

"That we can handle a real job." She replies.

"A real job?" He shoots back.

"We got our own tip, planned a route, nobody even saw.—" Vi says, and the man cuts her down.

"You blew up a building." He says. "Did you even stop to think about what could have happened to you? Eh? To them? Where did you even get this tip?" He asks, and (Y/n) sighs and pipes up.

"We heard it at Benzo's shop." He says, admitting fault.

"From?" The Man asks, (Y/n) bites his lip and shakes his head.

"...Little Man." (Y/n) admits, "I planned it out, i made a blueprint and I ran it by Vi, I'm sorry Dad..but this was too good to pass up!" he says. The man shakes his head. But Vi pipes up too.

"I took us there. If you wanna be mad, be mad at me. But you're the one who always says we have to earn our place in this world." She says, and the Burly man turns his attention back to her.

"I also told you time and time again, the Northside's off-limits. We stay out of Piltover's business." He says.

"Why? They've got plenty, while we're down here

scraping together coins. When did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow Vander?" Vi stands up to him, everyone looked around in silence.

"Everyone out. (Y/n), Stay." Vanders voice echoes, Clogger, Mylo and Powder quickly leave, (Y/n) sits on the sofa.

"Sit down." Vander says to Vi, who has blood leaking from her head.

"I'm fine." She begins to say but a hand grabs her wrist, she looks down to (Y/n), looking up at her.

"Cmon, just sit down Vi." He says softly, the girl relents and sits next to him, Vander motions towards (Y/n). He sighs and begins to remove his shirt, Vi looks over, sweating just a little as he reveals the leather bindings attaching his prostetic to his body which wraps around his chest. He reaches to the elbow join and dislocates it, and the elbow down detaches and he places it on the table. Vander takes it and begins to clean it.

"Those kids look up to you two." Vander says, cleaning any clogged up grime and rocks.

"Yeah, we know." Vi says, looking down.

"You know, but you don't know. When people look up to you, you don't get to be selfish."

"We're not being Selfish—" (Y/n) says, but Vander turns to him.

"You say run, they run. You say swim, they dive in.

You say light a fire, they show up with oil. But whatever happens, it's on you. Just like it's on me what happens to us down here. We make ourselves a problem for Piltover, and they will send the enforcers." He says, "this path? It's not gonna solve your problems. Just makes more of them. We clear?" Vander says. And (Y/n) nods.

"Good, Let me talk to Vi alone, take your Arm and ask Powder to work with it." He says. And (Y/n) gets his arm from Vander and heads upstairs. He leaves as he spots Mylo action totally not suspicious. He raises an eyebrow but ignores him, he turns to powder who's fiddling with Mouser.

"Hey, Munchkin.. you think you can help with this? Dad did what he could but, you know how he can be.." he says, Powder gleams, so happy to be useful to someone.

"Sure!" Powder grabs him by his good arm and drags him to the back of the bar, outside she sits him down and uses her crayons and small little tools to do the inner workings.

"You gotta keep the Gears dry from water and stuff, and use mineral oil or it'll get all stuck and stiff." She explains, toying with his arm as he watches.

"Really? I didn't know, you've always been pretty smart Powder. Just like me." He says, gently petting the Girl. She laughs, and he couldn't help but smile. She hands him back his arms.

"All done." She says, he smirks and looks up at her.

"You aren't gonna doodle all over it?" He says trying not to laugh, Powder looks at it, and up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Can I?.." she says, he simply laughs a little and nods. Powder happily sits on his lap and begins to draw on his prosthetic. He smiles, seeing her contempt, but it soon fades and he sighs.

"Powder... About the job.." he begins, but powder halts him.

"I know... I'm not a strong or as tough as you guys.." she says, "Mylo told me, a lot already." She says, obviously growing upset.

"No. That's not what I wanted to say, I wanted to say that I know you just wanna help, don't let Mylo get you down, he stinks anyway." He says, a small giggle comes from powder.

"He does Stink.." she says, and she reaches into her back satchel and grabs a small book. And hands it it (Y/n). Confused, he opens it up to sketches of objects, most importantly of a crystal. The same one that powder found. And notes alongside them.

"Notes.. Crystals? Where did you guys this?" He says, and Powder draws more on the Arm.

"When we robbed the Piltover suite, I found it, I know Vi didn't want books around but I wanted to get one for you." She says, and he looks through pages of it. And smiles, he wraps his arm around powder, much to her shock, but she calms down and hugs his arm.

"Thanks Powder, seriously. Okay I gotta put my arm back on, can you help?" He asks, She gets off his lap and takes his arm, he extends his shoulder and with a few twists and shifts, it's latched back on, he does some basic maintenance, flexing some fingers and pistons. He looks at the adorable drawings by powder and he couldn't help but smile. He looks at powder and his smile fades, he leans forward.

"Powder, listen to me... don't listen to what Mylo says, you don't need the weapons people like Dad or Vi have, you don't need knives or fists or gauntlets.. what you have is the most dangerous weapon, that thing you have here." (Y/n) pokes his head.

"That brain if your is gonna take you places. I promise." He says, and Powder gleams, and nods at him, and he looks at the monkey doodle on his hand. "Okay, probably best to see your sister." He says and powder heads off inside. Still inside the basement, Vander tends to VI's wounds, and still scolding her.

"Some idiot was following us." She says, Vander stops.

"On our side? Who?" He says, Vi shrugs.

"I don't know. He was after the stuff." She explains, and Vander dabs a cloth in alcohol.

"Where is it now?" He says, and Vi looks down.

"We lost it." She says. "All of it?" Vander says back, and nods. "Good. Nothing can tie you to what happened up there. You're gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand?" Vander explains, and Vi reluctantly nods.

"Okay. We're gonna be fine, right?" She says, with a hint of worry in her voice.

"I'll take care of it. Oh, you did put that idiot

on his ass, though, right?" Vander says with a smile, and She nods.

"Mm." She says, and Vander heads upstairs, Powder comes in, and peers into the room.

"She's a problem." Mylo says, tossing a ball into a pipe which ricochets back into his hand.

"Mylo, I'm really not..." Vi begins, and Mylo continues.

"Do you remember what was in that bag?

The biggest payout we've ever seen and she just lost it." He says, tossing the ball again.

"She made a mistake." Vi replies, and Mylo shuts her down.

"Name one time she hasn't." He says, Scoffing at VI's defense. "You were twice the person at half her age." He says, and Vi stands up.

"You know what, Mylo? You're right. There's a bunch of things Powder just can't do." She says, and Powder, hurt by those words, walks off, betrayed.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Mylo says, as Vi catches the ball.

"Like, complain about everything. And brag nonstop." She says, being heavily sarcastic and accusing.

"Okay, okay, I see where this is going—" Mylo says and Vi finally snaps back.

"Pick fights with the group when we need to focus. And tell strangers on the street that we got a nice haul?!" She says, raising her voice even more.

"I, I didn't mean to..." Mylo says, cowering more and more as Vi gets closer.

"Powder's my problem, okay? Your problem is never knowing when to shut up. But I'm gonna help you with that. Ready?" She says, and Points to her face.

"You see this look on my face? This will always mean it's time to shut up." She says.

"But... I..." Mylo says as she points harder, and with more frustration. Mylo sheepishly gives in. (Y/n) comes back, and sees powder sadly running away.

(Y/n) looks concerned, and heads to the room.

Inside a small shop, a burly man is checking a invention with a microscope. A small kid with ash white hair is attempting to fix something in the corner. Vander steps inside with a sack of Items.

"We're closed." The man says.

"Well, open up." Vander replies, the man turns towards him.

"For good. You can take your worthless junk elsewhere." The Burly man explains, and Vander shrugs.

"Just as well. Owner's the shittiest businessman I know." He says, the men stare at each other and then chuckle, Vander walks over and sits. The man turns to the child.

"Ekko. What's going on with that thing?" He says, the boy turns to him.

"Give me a few seconds. The cannon pinion's still busted." He says and turns back to keep working on the odd machine.

"Finish it later. Vander and I need a word." The Owner points outside, Ekko frowns.

"But..." he says, but it's stopped.

"Uh-uh. Off you go." The Owner points to the door again, Ekko frowns and leaves. The man and Vander, finally alone begin to speak.

"You're a little early." He begins, and Vander puts the items on the table. "My guys are still roundin' up

this month's collections. Won't have numbers until next, um...Why are you muckin' about with this?" He asks, and Vander explains.

"I assume you've heard." He says, and the owner laughs.

"Yeah, me and half the undercity." He says, and Vander looks down.

"How could they be so stupid? Risking their lives Like that Benzo.." He continues, the man begins to analyze more of the items given by Vander.

"The younger folk think it's the right thing to do." Benzo begins to pour Vander a drink if a strong liquor.

""Yeah, and Vi's one of them. Throws herself at trouble wherever she can find some, and (Y/n)'s right on her tail, I swear those two when they were younger were raising a lot of problems, and it's only getting worse.." Vander murmurs under a sip of his alcohol.

"Eh, they're growing up, Vander. Looking to write their own stories. You can't protect them forever." Benzo says shrugging. But Vander looked more concerned, as he looks down at the drink.

"Someone was following them." He says, Benzo chuckles.

"Whole lot of someones, from what I heard." He replies jokingly, but Vander keeps his stern focus.

"Not enforcers. Someone on our side." He explains, and Benzo's attitude changes.

"Who?" He asks, concerned. Vander holds his wrist, as a bad memory flashes in his subconscious.

"There's worse things than enforcers out there.

We both know that." He says, his words trailing off to the abyss. Just as he seems to prepare to leave, the door opens. The hints of gold in the armor, the respirator masks, Enforcers, a pair enter, man and women. They remove their masks and focus their attention in Vander specifically.

"Well, hello." Benzo says, Vander joins in on the friendly conversation.

"Evening, friends. Something I can help you with?" He asks, the man walks over to his other side, getting a bit too close.

"Some trencher trash attacked one

of the buildings in the Academy district, but you already knew that." He says, The woman, a bit now calmer looks at Vander and speaks with more respect.

"We're looking for the culprits." She says, Vander playing the sly dog he is, shrugs.

"Got a description?" He asks, the man, being short tempered gets much closer.

"Yeah, it's exactly who you're picturing

in that thick head of yours." He says, Vander, not phased by the insults turns to Benzo.

"Mm. You think my head is thick?" He asks.

"Uh, just past the average." Benzo replies, Words not working, the Enforcer prepares to use something much more, exciting.

"Listen, you shady son of a..." before he can finish that sentence, the mature woman cuts him off before he made a bad decision.

"How about you go for a little walk, Marcus?

Cool off a bit...Go." She says, Marcus puts his respirator back on and angrily exits the Shop, the woman leans against the table, being more, methodical.

"Lovely chap you've brought." Benzo says, taking another drink glass and filling it.

"Don't mind the kid." She says, "Doesn't know when to pipe down."

"Some things are the same topside and bottom." Vander says, as Benzo offers the drink and she takes it.

"You know this crossed a line upstairs." She says.

"Was anyone hurt?" Vander says, she shakes her head.

"A building was blown to bits. What do you think?" She replies back.

"Those who did this will be dealt with." Vander puts his drink down. And the woman still isn't convinced.

"That workshop belonged to the Kirammans.

You know what kind of stuff they had in there?

Makes this place look like a candy shop. The Council needs someone to make an example of.

People need to feel safe." She says, trying to sway him.

"Yeah, topside people." Vander shoots back.

"We had a deal, Vander. You keep your people off my streets, and I stay out of your business...Give me a name. We'll do things quiet. No one will know you were involved." She says, offering a deal, but he can't bite.

"I can't do that." He says, not able to face her.

"You don't seem to grasp how serious this is.

If I don't put someone behind bars tonight,

the next time I come down here, I'll have an army of enforcers with me. We both know how that'll go." The woman says, standing up.

"I'm sorry, Grayson, but I can't offer up my own people." Vander says, staying his ground. The woman reaches into her belt and grabs a tube. And places it on the table.

"If you change your mind, this will reach me.

...And only me." Grayson turns and leaves Vander, alone with his breaking thoughts. Inside the Basement and near the bedrooms, Powder is doodling on a new contraption. Letting music play on the record.

"What are you calling this one?" A voice says, Powder sees Vi poke her head in.

"..Whisker." Powder replies, still a bit miffed.

"You wanna talk about today?" Vi asks, sitting next to her.

"What's the point? I ruined everything. I always do." Powder says, still drawing.

"Nobody said that." Vi says, but Powder keeps going.

"No. Just that you were "twice the person" at half my age. You heard them. I'm not a fighter." She says; Vi winces, and curses slightly under her breath.

"You don't have to be. Look, I've got these and you've got those." Vi shows her knuckles, and Powder her contraptions.

"They never work." She says sadly, and curls up.

"They will....Come with me." Vi says standing up, Powder looks at her, a bit conflicted but follows. She leads her to the rooftop of the Bar, and see the landscape of the Undercity.

"What are we doing here?" Powder asks.

"See that gutter running along the canal?" Vi rips off a pipe and uses it as telescope for Powder, and she spots it.

"That's where Claggor got his foot stuck running from enforcers. They thought it was funny, so they left him there. He was out all night before we found him. That sign? You see it?" Vi leads powders telescope to a sign with red paint on it.

"Uh-huh." Powder says.

"Mylo tripped over his own paint bucket

and nearly fell off trying to draw a giant middle finger. His ass made that splotch. See that?" Vi leads Powder to a wall with a few knives sticking into it.

"(Y/n) his thus genius idea to attach a magnet to his arm to attack expensive metal, too bad he forgot it also attracts knives, hammers, cleavers, it came at him like angry attack birds. I still don't even let him live that down.." Vi says with a small smirk, she then leads Powder to a toy, stuck on a roof between heavy wires,

"And that?" Powder asks, Vi sighs.

"When I was a kid, some guy took my favorite toy and threw it up there. I used to come out here at night and stare at it, hoping maybe the wind or a bird might knock it down. One day, (Y/n) really wanted to get it back for me, I kept telling him it's okay, he doesn't have to, but he tried, he leaped and fell... the sharp metal wires wrapped around his shoulder, and he... well you can probably guess why he has that arm now...We've all had bad days. But we learn. And we stick together." Vi says, putting her arm around Powder.

"Oh, I forgot, These were in my pocket. They're from the apartment." Powder reaches into her pocket and shows the glowing crystal orbs she took, Vi stares intently at him, mesmerized but also, horrified..

"What are they?" She asks.

"I don't know...Should we show Vander?" She asks. Vi looks down, and makes a decision that she just might live to regret.

"...No...Let's keep this our little secret." She says.

"Mylo's wrong, Powder. You're stronger than you think."

End Of Chapter 1

And one day...

this city's gonna respect us.

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