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siren-virus · 3 years

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ok, It's been a long while since I've sent an ask, and though that can be atributed to life being life, that can only go so far and these previeous 3 days I've been lazing around mostly XD So, in order to compensate, here's the asks for Free and SWUP that have entered my brain and I haven't filtered out yet that I'll send you. Answer as you see fit for I might send repeated questions or some that have already been aswered before in another form.

For SWUP, would SWUP (Does she have another name? I can't remember) ever try a work somewhere? She has to get money somehow if she wants to be able to buy food, clothes, a home, and pay for all the medical expences she might have to go through. What other friends would she have other than wine aunt and coffee barista? I remember you said there might be a third one who's not really relevant, but whos father is, and you were still unsure on wether to include them or not. Also, the humans in this Earth, how much do they know about aliens? The Unicorns and Dragons? I imagine that considering the amount of damage they can do when they fight, and considering that apparently their experiments on abducted humans that they leave on Earth for like a month before taking them forever, would make them fairly known, and have something like a world agency looking out for different cases or something, however succesful they actually are.

Now onto Free, Is there any chance that we could get to know of any of the friends that the rag-tag group would make along the way of the travels? Like, there HAS to be someone who they befriend without any shennanigans involved at the very least, or with minimal ammount of them, just as there HAS to be a friend made after a disaster of cataclismic proportions happens that inebitably onvolves the found family. Also, how long was Leo outside on his own before bird friend (forgot his name) found him and started to get them back to the Domes? Considering that they have a long adventure, I imagine that he spent at least a month outside without an idea of any direction he was going, and getting lost along the way because of course he gets lost, before he was found. Would the team find anyone else who was part of the Domes but left of their own volition too? Another traveler similar to Leo, but that doesn't want to return to those places for X or Y reason? Would there be anyone from the Domes that they meet that DIDN'T want to leave the Domes in the first place but got out regardless? This could be for whatever reason, from kidnapping to exhile to attack to the Dome to simply escaping from a bad situation.

oop sorry for taking a bit to get back to you,

youre questions make me realise how under developed my stories are wheeezee so i rlly appreciate your questions!!

SWUP aka Vicky her human alias. or I guess the unicorn is the alias. AH SHIT I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THAT!! Originally when i made SWUP she was supposed to be in high school. But as i grow I also like my characters to grow with me. Maybe I'll get her a job as one of them gym buddies (it has to be a job that allows for some form of freedom, enough to like be able to do th vigialnte thing- (i forget the name) Medical expenses aren't too bad, I'm basing it off aus medical- which means medicare! Plus she doesn't need the hospital all that often, she can regenerate.

In terms of friends she doesn't have many not because she socially inept (like myself)- she was very popular in highschool, but there isn't many people she can relate to. Her best friend James (pending name) comic book nerd that loves super heroes is all she's got. And some gym bros, but they're just friends at the gym, outside complete strangers. I really do want James to be relevant to the plot and not his dad and daddy issues, but he's a bit hard to squeeze in. Maybe if I sat down to actually do some writing, maybe--- ALAS I am but a creature of laziness, and poor attention span. (im barely focusing on Flee atm and I rlly wanna try developing GECKO again fml)

Humans know little to nothing about aliens (excpet for like the government and so wackos who a really into scifi) So even though SWUP is doing her best to help ppl, she's seen as a horrifying villain that is stage one to an alien invasion. (the scifi wackos play a part in that.) Although most Police officers appreciate the help... most.

Suprisingly no, most humans who were mutated into unicorns almost seem to disappear, SWUP is an exception. Why is that hmmmmmmmm? this is kind of a big moment, if I ever plan to push this idea to the webcomic/animation stage, youll see.

There's not really an official .org agency or anything like that, but some wackos who love space, and an actual scientist or 2. So far they have deducted that unicorns are evil space creatures who prey on humans and consume their flesh to get stronger so they can lay eggs and take over the world. There's not a lot of truth to that. Some parts tho... but which part? At the moment I'm really into mystery- so maybe I'll add some mystery elements, or I'll give it to GECKO. first i gotta redesign Mac, poor lad is not a looker I'l tell you that.

FLEE I barely know their friends either- haven't gone about developing them. HOWEVER. I do have a villain in mind. I remember making him for my illustration class back in uni (sigh uni days...) I dom't have a name, but I have a face. He's a big leader of this village known for killing the hybrid/mutants. He and his crew, a rag-tag gun loving, truck driving, share-a-brain-cell, lot. How they've managed to become successful hunter bunch is unknown.

But one the friends I have developed enough is Bolt, who also comes with their own shennanigans and an old rusty bus. Techincally they don't need it because they're fast as fuck, but it helps to have around incase you get a goliath sand bobbit on your hands.

Tristian is the human, Leo is the bird friend. Actually Trisitian was out on his own for three days, he didn't cover much ground when he finally met Leo either- dumbass didn't bring enough food and water to last. He didn't even have a plan, just wanted to go out. The only reason Leo didn't send his ass running home was because something- or someone- pushed them far. far away. Oh my who could it be?

Tristians kind of a rarity, not many people leave the domes unless it's through underground passageways to other domes. Most people are blissfully unaware of the outside world. Not to say Tristians the only one who escaped, but he's the only one who's survived outside for so long. (dome people don't have any survival skills) The only reason Tristians gotten so far is dumb lucks and a hot headed bird friend.

#flee #answer #swup #tristian #leo #vicky

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ripley95 · 4 years

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Echoes of Old Embers

Chapter 9

Pairing: F!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: T

Chapter length: 3.8K

Story Synopsis:

After surviving the war, one of Shepard’s biggest regrets was rejecting Kaidan at Apollo’s. Fate has a way of bringing Jane and Kaidan back into each other’s lives. A misunderstanding with his family makes Kaidan and Shepard relive old history and question where they stand.

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Chapter Synopsis:

Kaidan and Shepard have a serious conversation that puts an emphasis on her regrets of going to the orchard.

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Shepard made her way down the stairs after her conversation with Libby. Kaidan was probably awake by now, so she figured it was as good a time as any to seek him out. As she made her way down to the foyer, she noticed some new arrivals.

"Oh, there she is," Raiya said, after hearing Shepard on the steps.

Maisie was standing behind her sister, holding a young child, presumably Austin, Raiya's son. Maisie was practically bouncing with energy and a big grin on her face. Shepard knew that her excitement was only in part for seeing her nephew again after so long. She figured it was mostly for getting to see if the fruits of her labour were effective in deceiving her brother-in-law. Shepard wasn't quite as concerned about it anymore, knowing that Libby wasn't mad at her. Still, she was interested in knowing if she could pull off being someone else all the same.

Shepard made her way to the bottom of the steps with a smile. She noticed Kaidan off to the side, leaning against the entryway to the living room. As soon as he saw her, he had a big, dumb grin on his face, clearly trying to contain any outward reaction to her new look. At least he seemed to catch on to what they were doing and didn't say anything to give away her real identity.

"Jane, this is Matt," Raiya said, drawing Shepard's attention back to them. "And that's my son, Austin."

"Hi, Austin," she said with a wave and a smile. He shyly clung to his aunt for protection. She then turned to Raiya's husband, who was distractedly struggling with all of his bags and trying to set them down, "and it's nice to finally meet you, Matt."

"Sorry, Jane, was it? We knew Kaidan was bringing someone, but I never got a name," he said, as he extended his hand as a welcoming gesture.

"Yup, that's it," Shepard said with a smile, shaking his hand.

Maisie snorted from behind them, Raiya giving her a glare that promised death if she were to give away what was going on. Matt looked at them with only slight confusion, seeming as though that was a pretty standard occurrence between the two of them.

Matt had to laugh at Shepard, shaking his head. "Well, good. Correct me if I get it wrong. I can be bad with names. It's nice to meet you too.”

Shepard offered him a warm smile in acknowledgement.

"Anyway, we should probably go put your bags away. I think Kaidan and Jane were just about to be sitting down to breakfast," Raiya said.

"Ah. Message received loud and clear," Matt said with a chuckle. "Didn't mean to be interrupting anything. I look forward to getting to know you better, Jane."

"Thanks, the feeling is mutual," she still smiled back at him kindly.

Matt nodded at her as he and Raiya went upstairs. Maisie followed after them, Austin still in her arms.

"So, did Jane look familiar at all?" Shepard could hear Maisie ask, apparently barely able to contain herself as they reached the top of the stairs.

Kaidan walked over to where Shepard was standing, and they continued to listen to the muffled conversation.

"Now that you mention it, she does look a little familiar. Why? Please don't tell me I already knew her and just made a fool of myself?"

"Oh, you know her, all right. That was Commander Shepard," Maisie said with excitement.

"Haha, very funny," Matt said, thinking it was a joke. There was a moment of silence before he finally spoke again, this time, the tone of his voice more serious. "She's joking, right?"

"No, she's not. That really was Commander Shepard," Raiya confirmed.

There was another moment of silence. Shepard could almost picture the mortification that was likely on Matt's face right now.

"You can't be serious. And you let me act like that in front of her? She's going to think I'm an idiot! I have to go apologise."

"For what? Not knowing who she was? Relax, she's cool." Maisie said with a laugh, clearly finding entertainment in Matt's torment.

"Should I say something?" Shepard asked Kaidan.

He had a big grin on his face, finding entertainment in the situation. "After what you guys put him through, I think he deserves to be put out of his misery."

She agreed and yelled up the stairs. "It's okay Matt, you were perfectly charming," Shepard said, hoping that was enough to suffice.

"They could hear all of that?!" Matt said, sounding horrified.

"Seriously, Matt, it's fine," Kaidan reassured.

"If you say so," he responded, not sounding convinced in the least. "I don’t think I'll never be able to show my face around her ever again," he said more quietly. He was trying to avoid their conversation from being overheard more, but it wasn't sufficient.

Shepard decided that was enough eavesdropping for her tastes, and turned to Kaidan with a grimace, feeling bad.

"I should probably go apologise to him later. I didn't mean to be pulling one over on him," she said.

"Oh, so this wasn't meant to be a practical joke?" Kaidan asked with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly eyeing her new hair.

"On someone I don't even know? Definitely not," she said, at least happy that Kaidan was taking a playful tone on the matter, and was making her feel better about it.

"So what's this all about then? Did coming to meet my family put you into some kind of quarter-life crisis or something? I know they can be a lot, but this is a bit over the top," he said, his smirk wider than ever.

Taking him up on his playful attitude towards it, she leaned her hip out dramatically, running her hand over her hair before flaunting it. "What, you don't like it?"

"I didn't say that." Kaidan's smile became more subdued, the playfulness leaving his eyes. "You look good," he said, looking at her seriously.

Shepard was dumbfounded by the sudden change in tone and caught off guard by the admission. She didn't know what to say, or how to take it. She figured it didn’t really matter. She was trying to avoid romantic feelings. That hadn’t changed. Who knows, maybe he was just being nice. She steeled herself, making sure to temper her response. The best she could come up with was a "Thanks.” and a half-assed smile. “So, uh, did I hear something about breakfast?" she asked, avoiding eye contact.

"Uh, yeah," he said, pointing towards the coffee table and sofa in the living room. "Mom and I cooked. I grabbed us some plates."

"Great! I'm starving," she said, making way for the couch, not wanting to linger on their awkwardness.

She sat down in front of the smaller plate, the other one obviously being Kaidan's helping with a much healthier size for someone with the caloric requirements of a biotic. It looked amazing. It was a full cooked breakfast with eggs, bacon and toast all arranged nicely, with a cup of coffee on the side. He likely didn't know that Shepard already had a cup earlier. She wouldn't complain, though, especially after the lack of sleep for the majority of the previous night. It all felt luxurious compared to the colourless oatmeal that the hospital usually served her thanks to their low rations on just about everything else. She waited for Kaidan to sit next to her before she started eating. She grabbed a strip of bacon and let out an audible sigh as she slumped back into the couch.

"Damn, Kaidan, your family sure knows how to cook."

"The bacon was all me. I told you I was good at it."

"Hmm, well, I suppose you didn't have any garlic to burn this time," she said teasingly.

"Hey, now, that was a good steak."

She let out another sigh at the memory, "Yeah, it really was," she smiled at him, lost in the nostalgia of it. "That was a good day," she said. One of the only good days throughout the war, in no small part, thanks to him. She wouldn't ever want to go back to that time for so many reasons, but she missed the camaraderie they shared while they were still on the Normandy together. In a lot of ways, this felt like that. Except, now it was filled with a lot of awkwardness and regret.

He leaned back into the couch, too, his own strip of bacon in hand. "It was, wasn't it?" he said with a smile that Shepard matched before the conversation dulled into them both enjoying their breakfast. Neither of them particularly wanted to revisit memories of the war. After a few bites, Shepard turned to Kaidan, noticing that he had been staring at her.

"What?" she asked, noticing his look of amusement returning.

"So, I have to assume that this is why you disappeared this morning," he said, finally pointing to her hair again.

Shepard laughed, realising that she still hadn't given him an explanation. "Ah, right. Yeah. Kidnapped by your sisters, I'm afraid. I only just managed to make an escape for it right before coming down here."

"That explains a lot. So what happened? Did Maisie force you to do it? I can have a talk with her if she's bothering you. I mean… more than she's already been causing trouble."

"Oh, no. No need for that. Aside from the whole misunderstanding, your family's been great. Really. I actually did this for Libby. With Raiya and Maisie's help, of course."

"Ah, okay," he said, finally putting all of the pieces together. "That makes a lot more sense now. Has she seen it yet?"

"She has," Shepard nodded.

"And how did that go?"

"Surprisingly well, actually. She's just having a bit of a rough time, but I think things have been successfully smoothed over between us."

"Good," he said, sitting back on the couch and relaxing a bit more. "That's good."

Another moment of silence passed between them.

"Everything okay?" she asked.

"I didn't say it before, but after I saw her reaction yesterday, I felt like a bit of an idiot. I think she's always felt a little left out of this family. She and I are both the middle children. That usually means we'd be the ones getting the least attention. Because of my biotics and everything that went on at Jump Zero, I got a lot of special treatment from the family. I think that resulted in her feeling completely left out most of the time when we were growing up. This wedding was supposed to be about her, and now I've gone and taken that too."

Shepard nodded at that in quiet contemplation. She could understand the predicament. Maybe it wasn't all fun and games growing up with a lot of siblings after all. "If it's any consolation, when I talked to her, it didn’t sound like she was upset with you. Maybe she wouldn't have told me, though, since everyone has gotten the impression that we're dating," she said with a weird emphasis on the word. She noticed a weird expression on Kaidan’s face that she couldn't quite read. She figured the assumptions were just getting to him too. "But anyway, she seems like she's putting a lot of stress on herself over everything. She misses your dad. I wouldn't be surprised if she's feeling a little alone right now, but I don't think her outburst was really about you taking her day away from her."

"Well, that's good to know, but I think I should go talk to her later all the same."

"I think she'd like that," Shepard said honestly. Libby did seem like she could use some more emotional support than she'd been getting through all of this. Maybe it would give them both a chance to talk about their dad more.

Kaidan glanced at her. It looked like he was unsure of what to say. He let out a sigh. "Can I admit something?"

Shepard looked at him, confused as her heart began to flutter. "Always."

"I'm really glad you came, even with this whole mess. When I saw you in Vancouver and heard you needed a place to stay, I was almost glad for it. I think our talk in the cabin yesterday made me realise why."

Shepard perked her head up slightly to show that she was listening intently.

"Did I tell you that this is only the second time I've seen them all since I got back to Earth?"

"No, I don't think you ever mentioned that."

"I still remember the day I got here, and it wasn't a happy one, at least, not for me."

Shepard looked at him curiously.

"Don't get me wrong, I loved seeing my family. I missed them. It was a relief knowing that they were okay, and of course, they were happy to see me. Things weren't so simple on my end, though. To them, me coming home was like an answer to their prayers. I had been MIA, so knowing that I was safe was something to celebrate. But to me, coming back to Earth was just confirmation that my dad was really gone. For them, their whole focus was me providing them with something to celebrate and be happy about. It was like I was filling a void. I couldn’t take that away from them. But the whole time I was here, it just felt like something was missing. It felt wrong. I forced my happiness for their sake, but I'll admit there was a part of me that was dreading coming back here. I guess I just liked the idea that I'd have someone else to focus on. Have a distraction so I could be that for them again when this is supposed to be a happy occasion."

Shepard paused with the severity of the statement. She could understand wanting something to make those feelings easier. She could see herself serving as a good distraction for that, though she was sad about the circumstances of why he needed one. Of course she'd be that for him, though. It was even enough to make her feel a little less regret for coming out here, knowing that her presence might make things easier on him.

"Well, you've served as a good distraction in my moment of need. Least I can do is offer you the same," she said with a halfhearted grin, hoping that it was a casual enough statement. If circumstances had been different, she'd say something like she'd always be that for him whenever he needed it, but she knew she couldn't be promising things like that anymore.

Kaidan's eyes softened at the gesture. "I'm glad I could have been that for you. But still, I'm sorry things have turned into such a mess here. I never meant for things to get so out of hand. I just hope you don't regret coming."

It was like he was reading her mind or something. Maybe she wasn't as good at hiding it as she thought she was. Of course she regretted it, just not in the way he thought. The more misunderstandings happened, the more she wished they were real. She wished that they had woken up in the cabin with smiles on their faces and light kisses as they cuddled more deeply without a care in the world, instead of quickly and embarrassingly separating themselves. She wished that she could have gone through his family photos with him at her side, hearing every one of his stories associated with them. She wished that she could hug him now while he was struggling to come to terms with losing his father. She wanted her admission to Raiya to mean something, and her efforts to appease Libby to be the first of many bonding moments. As much as she hated to admit it, she wished Maisie would get to flaunt the fact that she was right about her and Kaidan's relationship this whole time.

"Don't worry. I don't regret it," she said, practically lying straight to his face.

"Well, good. I'm glad. I'd hate for you to feel unwelcome here."

Shepard nodded at the irony of it, as she huffed out a laugh. "I think if anything, I'm probably a little too welcome."

"Right," Kaidan said with a sigh. "I'll have to figure out how to deal with everyone eventually. I'm not really sure how to get them to see reason on this one."

"That might be difficult, especially after this morning," Shepard admitted, though, she already regretted it, not knowing how to explain this one without saying too much.

"What happened this morning?"

"Oh, uh, nothing new,” Shepard amended quickly, trying to think of something. “Raiya and I just had a long discussion. Maisie had already gotten to her.”

"Ah, well, I guess I should have expected that," he said to Shepard's relief, glad that he didn’t prod more. "I don't know if it would do any good at this point, but I can call a family meeting to let everyone know we're really not together if it would make you feel better."

The thought of that gave Shepard an internal sense of panic. "I appreciate the thought, but if it's all the same to you, it might be best to leave the lectures about that until after we leave. Libby's already had enough stress with everything, and this week really should be about her. We should probably try not to add more drama than there already is," she said. She really didn't want to burden Libby with more drama, but a big part of her was worried about the ramifications from Raiya now too. She had confided in her, and telling her that there was no relationship after admitting that she loved Kaidan felt like it would be a betrayal of her trust that she was gracious to give in the first place. Shepard figured that would have the potential to add a considerable amount of drama. This was meant to be an important time for their family and she wasn't about to ruin it or make things worse for Libby. She could deal with the fallout later, after the Alenkos had all enjoyed this time together.

Kaidan looked at her more seriously after that. "Okay. If that's really how you want to deal with it, I'm fine with that. I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable while you're here."

"It's fine. I'd rather not make things any worse than they already are. If we act casually enough and just don't confirm anything, maybe they'll drop it."

Kaidan looked at her and nodded in confirmation, the air filled with silence.

"Oh, there you two are," they both heard from behind them. They sat up straight and practically whipped around, startled by the suddenness. Ada was standing at the bottom of the steps.

Kaidan and Shepard looked at each other a little shocked for not having heard her come down the stairs. They hadn't even considered that they were having this conversation so out in the open until now.

Ada staggered momentarily, as she caught sight of Shepard. "Well, you certainly look different. I hope my daughter didn't put you up to that," she said, referencing Shepard’s new hair.

"It's a long story, but don't worry about it. Nothing was done against my will," she said with a small laugh.

"I suppose I'll have to take your word for it. But anyway, there's still so much to be done before tomorrow. Would the two of you mind giving me some help?"

"Of course, mom," Kaidan said, already getting off the couch to help.

"Great. The lawn needs to be mowed, and there's a bunch of dead branches on the ground out there."

"Sure thing. But Jane's still recovering, so she should probably sit out."

"Oh, don't you worry about that. I already had plans to put her to work helping me out in the kitchen. That way, she can still take it easy."

"I don't know if you want to do that," Kaidan said with a laugh. "She's a spacer, military brat. She's used to eating rations or cafeteria food. I don't think she's cooked a day in her life."

Shepard gave him a disgruntled look as she also stood from the couch, meeting them in the foyer. "Hey! I can cook."

"Sandwiches aren't cooking," he said with a teasing grin.

"Is this supposed to be some kind of payback for saying that you burned the garlic or something?"

Kaidan gave her a defensive look. "No, nothing like that. Just want to give my mom a fair warning," he said with a smirk.

"Oh, hush. It's just food prep, Kaidan. I'm not going to make her cook anything. I'm sure she can peel some carrots," Ada said.

"That, I can do," Shepard said with a smile.

"See? Perfect," she said, giving them both a satisfied grin. "Now stop teasing her, and Jane, you can meet me in the kitchen when you're ready," she said, bustling her way over there.

"You think you'll be okay in there alone with her?" Kaidan asked.

Shepard let out a small chuckle. "I've been in plenty worse situations than food prep, Kaidan. I think I'll be fine. The carrots, on the other hand… well, we'll just have to see about that."

That brought a smile back to Kaidan's face. "I wasn't talking about the carrots, Shepard, but I think you know that. It can be intimidating to be around parents. Especially if she might have gotten the idea that we're together."

"Yeah," she said, still looking slightly amused with herself. "Well, I've already been stuck with each of your sisters at some point or another today. I'm sure I'll be fine with your mom, too."

"All right, if you're really sure."

"Something tells me there's no backing down from your mother," she said, as she went back to pick up her and Kaidan's dishes.

"There really isn't. She's a force to be reckoned with. But then again, so are you."

Shepard smiled at that. "That may be true, but it's one thing to be up against a reaper. It's another thing entirely being up against parents. I'm not so sure I could win in a fight against your mom."

"You're not instilling much confidence here, Jane. You sure you're going to be okay left alone with her?"

"It was a joke," Shepard said with a grin. "I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Okay," he finally agreed. "But if you need anything, don't hesitate to come out and flag me down."

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind," she said as she finally walked off towards the kitchen. Kaidan's mother seemed to be the least prodding of the bunch somehow, so she really hoped it would be fine. All she had to do was keep her foot out of her mouth… Then again, maybe that was something to worry about after all.

#f!Shenko #f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko #f!Shepard #Kaidan Alenko #mass effect #fanfiction #mass effect fanfiction #mini slow burn #angst #friends to lovers #accidental dating #my fic on tumblr #my writing

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constantconfusion111 · 4 years

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Etched into your skin - Chapter 4

Here’s the 4th chapter, I hope you’ll enjoy it! :)

Link to AO3

Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3

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“I’m not sure I’m in the mood to go out.”

“What? But we already told P’Jeed we were going to play tonight!”

“I know, we’ll be playing, but I’m not in the mood to stay after we finish.”

Lhong sighed deeply, clearly having expected to hear that complain at one point during the evening.

“You haven’t been in the mood to do anything since the start of term Tharn. You have to go out every once in a while and enjoy life. Are you going to stay in your dorm for 4 years without ever leaving?”

To be fair, Tharn did go out sometimes. For classes. But even in his sour mood the man realised that would be a terrible argument to use during this conversation.

Since the discovery that Type must have been avoiding him -it was truly the only explanation he could make sense of- Tharn had been feeling miserable for himself. He had become one of these people rejected by their soulmate. But not only that, he’d been rejected before he had even met them. Talk about bringing bad luck to the next level.

Lhong had let him be at first, occasionally bringing him some food and offering his company to fill the too big room. Forcing him to join the rehearsal of their band. But the man seemed to now think going out was their next big objective to make him go back to normal and had asked P’Jeed to book them some stage time.

Frankly, had it been anyone but P’Jeed, who had treated him with so much kindness throughout the years, he would have called the gig off.

Tharn hadn’t shared the reason for his moodiness and Lhong must actually think it linked to the breakup with Tar, still. Tharn couldn’t bring himself to share his current situation, it would make it… too real. Like he had officially admitted his soulmate didn’t want to be associated with him.

“Come on, let’s go, you can brood in the car.”

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“So where are we going tonight?”

Type, Techno, and Champ were all gathered at the condo, getting ready to go out for a relaxing evening of fun, alcohol and music apparently.

“It’s a super cool bar, this guy I know is performing there tonight.”

Type frowned at that.

“You don’t know anyone that performs anywhere Techno, who’s that guy.”

Techno huffs, throwing them both a look over his shoulder.

“Certainly not any of you guys! You have the artistic soul of a fork.”

Type raised his hand to hit his friend, but the later dodged at the last second, laughing placatantly.

“I was joking, I was joking. It’s that guy from the music faculty I met last time. Cool dude, I owe him a beer.”

“You need to stop talking to strangers, you’ll get kidnapped one day,” warned Champ, tilting his pack of crisps to get the last crumbs stuck to the bottom.

“Nonsense, the guy is smaller than me.”

“What’s his name,” asked Type, going for casual while his whole body tensed.

“Lhong.”

Type could have sighed out loud in relief if not for Techno legendary nosiness. He’d managed to keep his friend out of his soulmate business for years now by some miracle. He fully intended to keep it that way.

“It better be good, that bar is so far away. We’ll have to taxi if you plan on drinking.”

The three put their shoes on and were out of the door the next minute. The evening was hot and humid as per usual. Many partygoers were already drunk and singing in the streets. Most of them were young looking and probably fellow students.

They didn’t have too much trouble finding a taxi and splitting the fare in three made it quite reasonable. The ride to the bar was definitely longer than usual. Normally, their criteria for picking a bar were: is the alcohol cheap? Can we crawl back home at the end of the evening?

This time, the bar looked more refined, the type of place that could easily become their ‘usual place’. The rumble of the music was audible from the outside, but not to the point of already being deafening.

At the entrance, they were welcomed by a beautiful smiling woman.

“Hello young men. I am Jeed, the owner of the bar. It’s the first time I see you around here.”

“Hello! Lhong recommended this place, he’s playing here tonight, we want to enjoy the live music.”

“That cute boy… Well, make yourself comfortable, there should still be some free tables next to the stage, the boys should start playing soon.”

They all bid her goodbye and made their way inside the bar. It was populated but not crowded and they indeed managed to find a comfortable table not too far away from the front. There were quite a few women all around them focused on the yet empty stage.

“Many pretty women here. It’s really a great recommendation.”

“So thirsty No. If only you could actually manage to get some I’ll be impressed,” replied Type, browsing the menu to see if there were any special drinks.

“The night is long, you can never know what will happen!”

“You mean apart from the usual: you get too drunk to stand and I have to bring you home carrying you?”

Techno was a lightweight and never knew when to stop until it was too late. Type wasn’t a big drinker, he had never actually gotten blackout drunk, which meant he often ended up playing babysitter for his other friends.

“Ah Techno! You managed to come!”

A young man, pretty much the textbook definition of adorable, approached their table as the women around them followed him with their eyes, whispering to their friends.

‘Hey man! Guys, this is Lhong, my saviour. These guys are my friends, we’re all in the sports department together.”

They all nodded to each other in acknowledgement.

“Thanks for coming, hope you’ll enjoy the music. If anything, the alcohol is good, you should try the Lao Khao, it’s very nice.”

“I’ll go order,” said Type, sliding off the chair, patting his pockets to make sure he had some money with him.

“Get me some snacks as well,” requested Champ.

Type rolled his eyes at the predictable request, but nodded nonetheless.

Jeed was behind the bar, and when she spotted him, she immediately approached with a large smile.

“What can I do for you handsome?”

Type put his usual snark on the backsit and offered her a smile in return, she had that mum energy that made it hard to rebuke or be bitter toward her.

“P’Jeed, I’d like to order some Lao Khao for the table. Also some rice crackers and fried eggs if we can.”

“Anything for you, let me give you the drinks, I’ll bring the food over as soon as it’s ready.”

Propping an elbow against the bar, Type gave another look around. The lights were dimmed and colourful, giving a very lively atmosphere to the whole place. As he scanned the room, he noticed his table had been invaded by yet another guy, currently using Lhong as an arm rest.

Even from the distance, Type could see the man was quite tall and well built, much more imposing than Lhong. His dark hair put in a fashionable cut were hiding his eyes just so.

“Here for you, Nong.”

He blinked in surprise at the voice calling for him before grabbing all the glasses and thanking the woman.

Slowly, he made his way back across the room and almost tripped when he made eye contact with the stranger at their table. He’d never seen a man with such large and deep eyes, catching his attention and refusing to let go. The dark circles under his eyes didn’t take anything away from how handsome his face was, angular and sharp, on the contrary. The man stared back, unintimidated by Type’s direct inspection.

Unfortunately, just as Type arrived at the table, Lhong and the stranger walked away and jumped on the stage, followed shortly by two other men.

“Here,” said Type, carefully putting their glasses down.

On stage, Lhong was getting everyone’s attention as the musicians were taking place behind their instruments. The stranger sat behind the set of drums, playing with the drumsticks as he waits for the singer to finish his introduction.

Type never cared much for music. He’d listen to the radio, put a playlist as background noise during his studying, but he never actively got into it. Never cared much for the various bands or artists. Certainly never spared a shed of attention for the drummers.

But here he was, unable to look at anyone else than that guy.

If Type had ever thought the man was handsome before, it was nothing compared to the moment he started playing. His features and his posture immediately relaxed as his eyes closed. He hadn’t even noticed how tense the guy was up until that moment.

“Whoa, they’re super cool!” Techno was swaying from one side to the other, enjoying the song.

“Lhong has a very nice voice,” agreed Champ, nodding along to the rhythm.

Type hummed his agreement, drinking slowly. And then their eyes meet again.

Who in the fucks was this guy.

Only Techno’s joy at the arrival of the food managed to get him to look away.

As talkative and sociable as ever, Techno drew Champ into conversations in between enjoying the music that was being played. Type made a special effort to listen to his best friend, trying his hardest to not stare at the drummer to the point of ogling.

“Who do you think is most popular, musicians or sportsmen?” wondered Techno, staring at the women cheering for the band.

“Musicians. It makes them look more sensitive or some shit like that,” replied Type.

“But, we have hot bodies!”

“Yeah cause these guys are so ugly,” retorted Champ, pointing to the band with his chin.

They all instinctively turned toward them and fuck, Type was an idiot, why did he look again.

The drummer had an impressive build, just like Type had imagined from the other side of the bar. The muscles in his forearms kept on flexing and relaxing with each movement. And where these… veins he could see from here?

“What the fuck…”

Thankfully, Techno seemed to interpret it as a general statement more than a targeted one.

“They are handsome.”

“Here you go,” concluded Champ around a mouthful of salted eggs.

The band played for a while, doing some covers while including a couple of original songs in the mix. They were really good and Type actually managed to enjoy the music despite finding himself uncontrollably going back to the drummer. As much as he never really cared for music, he cared even less for musicians. He never got the whole frenesy around celebrities and concerts and ‘you must see it live’. But looking at the man, maybe he could start to make sense of it.

He didn’t seem focused on the audience at all, the only thing that mattered was the music and his drums. Type couldn’t explain the expression on the man’s face, it was intense and passionate and pleased. And entirely too hypnotic.

Type got up to get himself another drink, put some distance and put clear his head. The music came to an end as he waited, Lhong thanks getting drowned by the clapping of the patrons.

Beer in hand, he got out of the bar and rested against the wall. The air outside was barely fresher than inside, but at least there was some silence. Type sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes.

What was that guy’s deal?

And what was his own deal?

As if summoned by too loud thoughts, the drummer came out of the bar, bag under the arm, rummaging through it thoughtfully, ready to leave.

“Hey!”

Type wasn’t sure which of them was most surprised. He hadn’t called out to him consciously at least. The silence started to stretch as Type was too busy getting lost in the other’s man features to come up with something clever to share.

“Yes?” tried to prompt the man, looking him up and down. Type felt strangely self conscious, trying to relax his stance.

“Mmh… great job tonight in there.”

The drummer offered a half smile, pulling his car keys out of the bag.

“Thanks, if you liked it you should come back again, we play next week too.”

The man walked away, not hearing Type’s ‘I will’.

#tharn x type #tharntype #tharntype the series #soulmate

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Trial 6 - Oh, I am one yet many (5)

The above inspirational picture was taken seconds before disaster.

Trial: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Tsumugi is not the one-trick pony we thought she was ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION!!!!

NO YOU AIN’T! NO YOU AIN’T I DID NOT SIGN UP TO BE HAJIMEMED, NO SIR I DID NOT!

i mentioned it during the text hellstorm I unleashed when I was mid-playthrough but the way Shuichi says ‘cosplaying’ here is ADORABLE. I love his VA she is so good -

also

oh no

o h n o

I can’t just... express how deeply that feeling of ‘oh no’ pervaded my being. My soul.

“THIS IS JUST COSPLAY“ SHE SAYS - AND GOD, THE MUSIC, THE MUSIC IS SO WACKY LIKE THESE ARE JUST SOME NORMAL FTE ANTICS -

wait no this is the ‘let’s start the killing game music’ -

ah that’s why I’m lowkey terrified right now

W-What in the world are those white smears across Hagakure’s eyes??? And oh god the first game too???

WHAT THE HELL TSUMUGI YOU’VE REALLY BEEN HOLDING OUT ON US TELL ME HOW YOU’RE DOING THIS I-I mean oh no, how dare you, this is so awful...

SHE’S TAKEN FULL OWNERSHIP OF JUNKO!PERSONA

AJSLKDF

TSUMUGI

HOLY SHIT

TSUMUGI

IS THIS YOUR FINAL FORM

ironically this got me thinking ‘this would be a really cool cosplay + prop’ once I got over the sheer terror of the situation and I starting thinking, oh, wouldn’t it be cool if you even had a sort of pinwheel mechanism (with the main body of it being hidden by her long hair) that rotated all of these pieces, and have you ever realized that there is a small piece of you that is the monster

also I just realized... she kept putting her glasses on as Junko. But I’m assuming she won’t ever wear them as Hajime. So it’s true - the moment she actually took off her glasses, we really did get to see her final form..

IS THAT KOMAEDA’S HAIR

ALL OF THESE THINGS, I RECOGNIZE ALL OF THEM OMG

This............ this is terrible, terrifying, and also really, really good

don’t say you’re jealous don’t say you’re jealous don’t say you’re jealous okay I’m a bit jealous FFU --

SHUICHI I THINK THIS IS ONE OF THE TIMES WHERE YOU DON’T WANT TO PURSUE THE TRUTH I HAVE A TERRIBLE, AWFUL FEELING -

oh no oh no

here I was doing mental gymnastics to justify why she’d be able to cosplay as Junko, a real person

but I was over-complicating things as usual

even the egg has been compromised for her nefarious scheme this truly is the worst timeline

What is with me and stumbling into series that just bloody smash their fourth wall until there’s nothing but broken pieces left

thank you for having twogami right after togami it’s not something I realized I needed and among all this heartbreak is a blessing

THIS IS NOT YOUR CUE TO START PLAYING THE CREDITS MONOKUMA

I am only making it through this trial by sheer force of will and the power of Sweetcheeks’ adorable voice.

Dangan.... ronpa....?

oh god she said ‘we’ she said ‘WE’ THIS IS REALLY NOT GOOD

‘Don’t get too whacky with your theories,’ I said. ‘You don’t want to sound like a total crackpot,’ I said. DAMN YOU SELF I SHOULD HAVE LET MYSELF GO ABSOLUTELY WILD AFTER ALL

So this was invented completely from nothing??? My initial theory had them seeing themselves in someone else’s actual memories as themselves, and having their own brains play tricks on them that way - but all those scenes with them being interviewed by Makoto, of applying to Hope’s Peak, and possibly everything else about them - oh god - how powerful are these lights? How much detail was crammed into them? Can this all be done with a mere flash of a light???

‘We.’ Her use of ‘we’ is interesting, here. It really does feel like Tsumugi sees all of her cosplay personas as actual people that she can channel to ‘help her’ as opposed to just mere characters. Like entities fighting along side of her, not just through her...

also hello ibuki I forgot how much I enjoyed your VA they make me hear seagulls in the distance

aaaaaaw look at how much the art style has improved from the first game!!!

Y.......... YES.......?????? wait actually as someone who is lowkey interested in props and set design - BUT NO WAIT STILL THIS IS WAY BEYOND THAT -

How... the hell... do you cosplay the world?! The entire world?!?!

Is that possible?? If the entire world isn’t real - if it’s all being propped up by you - then -

Who - who are we playing this game for then??? Why make us play it??? Who is watching the game???

I KNEW IT

I AND PROBABLY HALF OF THE PEOPLE PLAYING WERE JUST WAITING FOR YOU TO SHOW UP

......

Did. Did you just say it takes place in the real world.

Oh no -

It... It’s real fiction... because they’ve kidnapped actual people... and brainwashed them... and then trapped them in a situation where they were forced to kill each other to get out?? For things that didn’t exist??? For reasons that weren’t ever real???

Wait - so that means they can get out and it’ll be fine?! That’s..... t-that’s not as bad as I thought, but...

‘STAFF’ OH THAT WORD IS SO OUT OF PLACE -

...............................

There are. There are people backstage. It’s not just Tsumugi. This. This is super not good.

insert inappropriately-timed comment about how I love this VA

Okay. This actually took me by surprise. And I’m kinda terrified to ask.

W.... Why not? Is - Is this actually a space separated from reality? Can they physically.... not go back....???

no wait -

what are you doing

PUT THAT KEY BACK RIGHT NOW

OH UNCANNY VALLEY-LEVELS OF COGNITIVE DISSONANCE

NO DON’T THROW REAL FACES UP THERE -

IS THIS A BLOODY COMMENT BOARD

I mean I know in my head that this is a niconico parody but the fact is they have to translate the comments to suit an english audience so -

omfg no I cannot believe what is coming out of the screen right now

wait wait

Kyoko is my waifu

My husbando Shuichi

first

Sakura is my muscle waifu good taste anon

Bring on the spoilers

LOL are you watching?

I feel like I’m participating too!

she’s shaking

Aaaw, Himiko is still alive.

Wow it’s on? LOL!

this is what the creepy kid at the beginning of the chapter was about

this was who that Makoto kid was

WHERE IS HIS CREEPY-ASS FACE I KNOW YOU’RE THERE MAKOTO

Is this the everyone... the real everyone Tsumugi says she represents, then??? That she’s fighting for? Omg was Kirumi’s motive/trial foreshadowing all along -

Anyway, damn Tsumugi is proud of her viewership.

#humblebrag #musclewaifu

EVERYONE???? LITERALLY EVERYONE?!?!?!

SURELY... SURELY THAT IS THE CONCEITED TALK OF A MANAGER TRYING TO TALK UP THEIR ‘BABY’.... SURELY...

I appreciate the use of Celes here. This is.... damn dark. They’ve achieved such a peaceful world that the have to manufacture darkness and blood-sport for people to get their kicks???

STIMULATION?!

first of all where’s miu when you need her

SECOND OF ALL ARE YOU SURE HUMANITY WAS BEAUTIFUL, KOREKIYO??? ARE YOU SURE?

“It’s simple economics.”

THERE YOU ARE MAKOTO YOU CREEP

oh no he was... literally... using this game to cope with his problems.... and he said that one day he wanted to be a part of it... oh no.....

..... D... Did one of the comments say that it had been years? That they had been waiting for a few years for the sequel?

Does - does that mean something, or is it just a throwaway audience comment? Why years? If Rantaro was in the last one, why would it have been years for this one to happen??? How old is Rantaro? How old is Tsumugi?!?!

FML I had been wondering how ‘Monokuma’ could exist without Junko existing since they’re inextricably linked. FML.

MONOKUMA CAN YOU STOP ROLLING THE CREDITS, THE MUSIC AND THE TITLE CARDS FOR A MINUTE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

Because I don’t enjoy having Saioinji’s terrifying eyes trained on me while she questions my intelligence, so I’ll sum up the next question - what season of this gameshow from hell are we apparently on?

I mean, considering Junko’s title... well...

..... yeah it looks better with a V.

the real answer to why they used V3 even though it’s technically not the correct way to say ‘53′ - it’s the aesthetic.

FFFF

I actually screenshot all the parody!title cards and they’re amazing. I’ll post them just once a bit later when it shows up again because this post is entirely too long, but needless to say, whoever designed them had fun. And the titles of the games, too - Birth of Despair? Dream Danganronpa? Sign me tf up! oh no does this make me part of the problem I’M SORRY SWEETCHEEKS

I can’t believe I was bitching about Junko being the mastermind for the third game when apparently audience members have had to sit through 53 Junkos

You couldn’t have changed it up??? Not even once??? Like, one led by Mukuro as a prologue idea or??? quietly denies the existence of the anime

Oh, speaking of which, I do like the excuse they came up with as to why the drv3 creators didn’t create new characters from the supposed other games why Tsumugi didn’t cosplay anyone outside the first two games - it’s for the class’s benefit, since they only knew those two casts, and y’know. She cares. about shock value

DON’T YOU PASS THE BUCK, GIRL

Ah, so that ‘staff’ you mentioned earlier...

why is this so funny to me

T-Tsumugi, do you have a tumultuous relationship with your managers or something

why are you airing out your dirty laundry on live television

is it all the incest plotlines

I feel like at this point it’s less ‘Tsumugi is trying to rub into the students how completely and absolutely they are boned’ and more ‘okay, it’s time to give a shout-out to everyone who put this production together! Perfect time to slap on that logo, guys!‘

oh my god that was supposed to be a trailer in-meta too alsd;kfj i’m losing it

AND AGAIN, THOSE TITLE CARDS - THEY ARE AMAZING.

SHE IS SHE’S TOTALLY ADVERTISING MID-SHOW

TSUMUGI STOP BEING A CORPORATE SELL-OUT

"NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR CRAPPY SHOEHORNED ADVERTISING!!!”

oh god oh no

who’s going to tell him -

MONOKUMA DON’T YOU DARE

i’m having an existential crisis alongside sweetcheeks ngl

there are so many layers

....

we need to go deeper

So, just to clarify, there are three layers right now:

There’s us, the players. In a sense, we could be considered ‘equal but different than the tier’, but we do still operate on a plane separate from the metafiction of Tsumugi’s ‘everyone in the world’.

There’s the ‘audience’, the outside world. This is the space that’s been breached at this point. And this... this is the level where the students are from, too - aka the reason I think we and the audience should exist as separate entities.

And there’s the domain of the Killing Game, a space created to play out this story, using real people - a place separated from reality... how? If Tsumugi is talking about a set, it could easily be the real world, which means they’ve been isolated somewhere. At the same time though, when they managed to reach the end of the escape tunnel and saw the outside world, they all started to choke and suffocate. So... could this be VR still? Or no? Can these existences known as Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Detective, Maki Harukawa, the Ultimate Assassin, Himiko Yumeno, the Ultimate Robot, K1-b0, the Ultimate Robot, and even Tsumugi Shirogane, the Ultimate Cosplayer, leave this space in any way, shape or form... or not at all? Is them suffocating ^ like that a sign that they literally cannot exist outside of this space?

She is literally throwing the same question back in Shuichi’s face ghdfkgh

NO I’M ON SHUICHI’S SIDE I COULDN’T HELP IT I HAD TO CHOOSE REAL PEOPLE

no!!! no!!!! NO!!!!

no seriously I still chose real people because I am stubborn

sweetcheeks et al. do not deserve any of this

Of course they brought out despair!Mikan for this. Of course.

I have to say, I do like these little character touches - the decisions that have been made as to which ‘cosplay’ says what. I mean, it’s supposed to also act as a way to throw our known and loved favourites in our face too, but having Celes comment on how boring ‘peace’ is? Having Ibuki smashing through the fourth wall to speak directly to the audience, Gundham remarking on their abnormal existence and Leon commenting on how cool the ‘aesthetic’ of the title card is? It’s such a nice touch. also horrifying. butalsonice

Oh we really are addressing the prologue now??? And - I’m assuming Tsumugi is referring to Hajime when she says ‘me’, but is there a chance she isn’t?

Just as I initially suspected, though - they really were normal when they got in. So how did they decide who got what personality/talent, or was that random? I mean, that might be the case - it was potentially hinted by the motive video switch of Chapter 2..

............. Huh.

But..... in what sense? Like the 16 talents were stored in those lights and they were ‘picked up’ by the most suited participant? How could you make sure there were no doubles? Or - and this is possible because of the vague language - did the talents build on what the student knew already? In which case, how would they know what the talents would end up being and plan the labs around them?

No, it would... have to be... the first one. Talents had its own selection in the flashback creating machine, though without verifying what the subcategories are it’s hard to confirm or deny anything... but I also can’t shake what Maki said at the beginning of the game? How it felt like their talents were given at random?

So... so they’re not only back where they started - completely isolated with everyone they’ve ever known and the world they knew completely out of reach (in this sense, dead/not actually existing are functionally the same), but they get a helping of a totally warranted existential crisis on top of that.

And... their bodies are real, so everyone else really is dead. No happy sdr2 ending. Well, unless I mental-gymnastics that to read ‘they have physical bodies to return to, but as manufactured personas it’s pointless.’

Me too, Sweetcheeks.

We can’t go 5 minutes without a WHAM line.

B-But they were kidnapped weren’t they -?!

fujisaki does not deserve this slander

Return of the hat!!!

..... is it bad that I miss his hat. I. I really liked his hat. I know that it was representative of the way he held back and used it to hide himself, but - but I liked his original portrait. And I liked the way it was incorporated into his sprites and all the movements he makes with it and without it, like it‘s a phantom limb. okayI’llstop

Why... are we not getting a name here? Was Shuichi Saihara a made-up name too?

oh -

oh no

D: A... Anything...

H-He’s.... a complete fanboy too.................... holy shit. cute but terrifying he looks like much more of a schoolboy super!fan than real Shuichi

S-So wait, it’s not even autosuggestion then - he asked for it? How - how does this work with the flashback lights? It can be targeted like that??? god I’m going to have so many questions after this is all over

I think this may be the death knell for his psyche oTL I certainly wouldn’t be able to take this if I was in his position.

LOOK I KNOW I GET EXCITED ABOUT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT TOO

but this is a bit much c-can you please keep that drool in -

asdfkjlsdf w h a t

was

was this omitted or something

I - I swear they were kidnapped they seemed a lot more freaked out?!

Even Rantaro, who seemed to know more than he let on at the time - ?!

I... I think I really need to go back and replay the prologue.

ME NEITHER K1-B0 I FEEL LIKE I’M BEING GASLIT

d-did

did you use it on me too

That... that I can believe. No matter who they were before - if they were consenting or not - it might not even matter, if they can’t return to how they were. In a sense, the Gopher Project story was practically preparing them for it - the idea that everything they knew and loved were gone, and would never come back. Oh... oh that’s bad....

TSUMUGI IS ACTUALLY TERRIFYING

SHUT UP NAEGI

wait why is seeing him say that worse than seeing Junko say her normal despair stuff

it’s the insincerity, probably...

YOU NERFED KAITO?!?!?!

YOU NERFED KAITO!!!!!!!

okay I take back what I said Maki you have my enthusiastic blessing to recklessly murder as necessary

RIP Tsumugi and all of her new depth

“I’m also the one that kept sneaking all of the death flags into his room while you were out training every night!”

Y O O O

YOU NERFED HER CHARACTER TOO?!?!?! YOU GOTTA LET THAT HAPPEN ORGANICALLY!!!

LMAO

Souda will never show this much awareness in his actual every day fictional life and that makes this 100% funnier

Everything has a writing credit.... every single thing? Every bit of development?

Even Kokichi’s coup and Kaito’s cooperation? And Kokichi manipulating Gonta? You just seemed so - so angry about that after the trial. Surely those, if nothing else...

At this point they’re just kicking a sad, beaten-down puppy. What more could you possibly do at this point - ?!

oH GOD I DON’T WANT TO SEE THIS

WHAT THE HELL WHO EVEN SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT

nNOOO

NO LET ME REMEMBER HIM THE WAY HE WAS

DON’T YOU CROSS THIS BRIGHT RED LINE SHIROGANE

NO THIS IS ILLEGAL I’M CALLING THE POLICE HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY MAD -

GHGHGGHGHGHGH

GHGHghghghghhh

ghghgh

sdkflj

n o o o o oooo o o o o o o o

gggkghk

I-It’s not a lie! Even if it was manufactured, even if it was coded into them - their feelings were real to them! It might be by design, but - oh this sounds so hollow. It’s one thing to talk about ‘fate’ and ‘this was the work of a higher power’, but having it brought down on you in such a trivial way must be absolutely soul-crushing.

this is the saddest iteration of hangover!Shuichi that I have laid my eyes on in the entire game

nihilism.

tbh I never found Izuru that intimidating as a final villain in the last game - but here? Terrifying. Maybe it’s in contrast to Junko here, who has the overbearing destructive personality of a tornado, but the quiet emptiness and lack of a higher purpose, of absolute futility that he stands for here - that scares me a lot. Maybe it’s just because it seems to bring the concept of DR’s despair to a place that I can personally understand?

I keep saying ‘this is terrifying!’ but I mean, to be fair... it... kind of is. as always, fantastic use of text DRV3!

also can someone please shut up the peanut gallery for five minutes

well damn Monokuma that one felt aimed right at me

It reminds me of what Komaeda would say about his own motivation: it was watching everyone struggle with adversity, or the ‘despair of the killing game’, with the end goal of them ‘reaching hope’ - of seeing them overcome and grow stronger for it, that drove him forward. From the outside that makes sense; seeing other people overcome struggles, even ones so terrible, give us the mental strength to overcome our own problems. But for someone on the inside looking out... how perverse would that feel, to think that your suffering is basically being used as inspiration!p0rn? Knowing that there were voyeurs getting a kick out of your struggle?

What happens to game pieces after the game board is closed and put away?

Do they go into stasis? Do they just... exist, outside of time? Frozen forever, until they’re taken out to be ‘played with’ again; left to rot?

If they ‘win’.... they have no future. There’s nothing for them to move forward to reach. A piece learning that they’re a piece, and knowing their dreams after their trials will always stay just out of reach... how can anyone move foward like that?

“love that reaction” OH SHUT UP LUDENBERGxLUVER37

Fight for yourself! They fought to get you this far - Kaito and Kokichi died to give you this chance, even if they are a ‘lie”!

But Shuichi has never been able to fight for himself, only for the others...

Tsumugi, after spending the last hour verbally beating them down and shredding his and everyone’s sense of self to shreds: wow lol what a weakling

Everything is terrible and yet her saying this still got a laugh out of me, damn it.

S-SHUICHI? SHUICHI?

I-IS HE EMOTIONALLY SHUTTING DOWN -

OH GOD

HIS

H-HIS POV - IS GONE -

And nothing but despair left...

Did - did we just lose Shuichi...?

SWEETCHEEKS!!! SWEETCHEEKS, NO!!!

SWEETCHEEKS I’M SO SORRY!!!!

#Ryou plays drv3 #Shuichi Saihara #Kiibo #Keebo #Tsumugi Shirogane #spoilers #drv3 spoilers #most of the post was ready but my computer being in the shop meant it got super delayed #feelsbadman.jpg

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surrounded-by-superheroes · 6 years

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Three Dates (Tony Stark) Pt.3

Summary; You and Tony finally get that date...and a little more on the side...

A/N; What a cutie he is. :) Last part! Hope you enjoyed! Please, like, COMMENT, and REBLOG. Reblogs mean so much to writers guys. Really.

Warnings; Smut. Smutty smut smut. Oh, and language.

Tags; @lilyrosebae thanks for tagging along sweetie.

Words; 5,381

Chapter Three

Tony

I manage to wave a quick goodbye to William before we escape to Tony’s car and race out of there. Our hands are clasped together on the center console and so far I’ve just been absentmindedly running my thumb over his, but now I think it’s time for a little fun. I lay out his hand on the supple leather and just barely let the nail on my pointer finger skim each slightly curled finger. Tony lets me and I notice him pressing his lips together every once and a while to release some tension. Smirking, I clasp his hand again and bring it to my lips. My lips graze the outside of his fingers now, leaving little kisses on his knuckles and fingernails before moving to the next finger. This time I keep my eyes on his face so when he looks over at me he meets my gaze.

“Oh, god.” He murmurs and the growing tent in his slacks eggs me on. Now I kiss the tip of his thumb before licking a circle around the tip and sucking it into my mouth. “Jesus Christ, woman.” Tony swears and pulls his thumb out of my mouth with an audible pop. We come to a sharp stop and Tony jumps out of the car, fucking sliding across the hood to get to my side. He whips the door open and our hands meet once again. Thankfully, there’s a sidewalk to the door so it’s easy to hurry there. Tony shows immense patience by letting me glance around the cavernous space before taking me upstairs to his bedroom. The minute we enter I burst into a fit of laughter. On the right wall on a bookshelf beside a door that I assume leads to the bathroom, are rows of different colored and patterned sweatpants that obviously took precedence over the pile of books in the floor.

“I swear, I thought you were kidding.” I breathe, happily untying the bow on the back of my neck while Tony sheds his jacket, tie, and shoes. Tony makes a face as if I’ve offended him.

“I don’t joke about comfort.” He replies and kneels in front of me. “Speaking of…” He reaches under my dress to my ankles. “may I?” He asks with a finger on the clasp. I nod and put my hands on his shoulders to keep me steady. It’s ecstasy when my bare feet hit the cold floor sans shoes and irritating cell holder. Tony looks up at me with a smile and tugs lightly on my dress for permission. I slip my arms out from the sleeves and look down at him so he knows I’m ready. Gently, he tugs my dress off me, groaning when he sees I’m not wearing any underwear. When his eyes reach my breasts he turns confused and I giggle.

“They’re stickers. I had to wear them with the dress.” I explain and rip them off, tossing them at his feet now that he’s standing. I can see him tuck away the information for further questioning later, but for now he just takes in my naked body while I put a hand on my hip. “I know I’m a work of art, but this particular exhibit encourages touching.” My tone is teasing, but I feel a little needy. I can’t remember a time when there’s been a chance I want the other person more than they want me. I’m not unaware of the irony of that. An escort who’s work lacks passion. Mm, yes very funny. Right now, I just want his hands on my body, no, need his hands on my body. Tony doesn’t disappoint.

We crash together once again, hungry lips finding one another while desperate hands search for something to cling to. My fingers make quick work of his belt and pants. He kicks them aside after I push them down, then our lips reconnect as I undo the buttons of his button up. I push him back and we both laugh into one another’s mouth when we bounce a little on his bed. We both pause when all the buttons are undone and I put a hand on his chest. Half on the reactor and half on his skin. Our eyes meet and I examine the depths of those topaz gems to see what he wants. The vulnerability in them throws me off a second. For a moment I think of how there haven’t been any pictures of Tony with women since his kidnapping.

“Is this your first time since this?” I ask in simple terms, tapping lightly on the glass with the pad of my finger. Tony seems a bit surprised I called him out, but his hands are still heavy and gentle as they continuously skim my bare back. It speaks to how comfortable he is with me and leaves a weird, warm feeling in my chest.

“Uh, yeah. Never really wanted to show off this particular piece of hardware.” He chuckles self-deprecatingly and reaches up to run a hand over my hair. The tender movement makes the feeling in my chest grow. Tony opens his mouth to speak again but loses his words when I lean forward and kiss where the metal juts out of his skin. He inhales sharply at the action and I pause, but when he doesn’t move away I continue. All the way around I go with my gentle kisses, my hands resting happily just above his subtle V.

“I don’t mind being the first, Tony.” I murmur once I’m done. His lips curve up and he pulls me up to give me a quick, tender kiss. Not nearly done yet, I break away and take my time exploring the rest of him. At last, I get to kiss down his scruffy jaw and down to his neck. I nip lightly, smiling against his skin when his hands tighten on my waist. That’s when I know I’m definitely doing something right. Down his chest I go, leaving kisses and red spots in my wake from little nibbles. Tony only stops me once to toss his shirt to the side, but then relaxes back onto the back so I can continue. He has more scars littering his chest than I thought would be there. Seems the suit doesn’t completely protect the man within it.

Slowly, I travel down the curly black hairs on his lower stomach until I’m impeded by his boxers. It smells so very Tony down here. Metal and some sort of spice that I assume is soap, then just the faintest whiff of oil. Despite his underwear, his cock isn’t hard to find. A tent has started to form in his boxers from my teasing earlier and my tender treatment of him now. After meeting his heady gaze, I plant my mouth on his tip through the thin cloth.

“Fuck.” He breathes and removes his hands from me to clench his silk sheets in his fists, but he keeps his eyes firmly on mine. I dampen the cloth by swirling my tongue around the tip until Tony just can’t take it anymore. “God, come on now. This is just…this is cruelty now.” He huffs and I take great satisfaction in hearing how short his breathing is.

“All you had to do was say so, Mr. Stark.” I smirk as he shakes his head at me, a cute smirk on his face. He lifts his hips for me as I pull his boxers off and toss them in the pile of our discarded clothes. I bite my lip when I see just how hard he really is. Precum is leaking out of the top of his length and I take a moment to appreciate just how pretty he is. I bite my lip and lean down, blowing softly up and down him.

“Christ.” He curses and breathes my name quietly like a plea. He sounds so good. The vocal ones have always been my personal favorites, but Tony just makes everything better. I delicately lick up his precum before pushing his tip into my mouth. Tony’s grunt and white knuckles encourage me to go further, especially when I press the tip of my tongue to a vein on the underside of his shaft and a gasp slips out of his lips. His hazel eyes burn into mine as I take him in inch by inch. I know Tony’s doing his best to stay still, but his endless squirming is adorable. When I’m down to the hilt I hollow out my cheeks and slide up until just the tip is between my lips. “Fucking hell, enough.” Tony groans and pulls me up, pecking my lips as he switches our positions so I’m under him.

“Didn’t like what I was doing, Tony?” I tease, but when he presses his lips against mine and I feel those rough hands on my hip, my smirk is gone. He shakes his head at me and with every shake his scruff tickles my lips.

“Definitely not that. Just…your damn constant teasing made me worry the night was going to end a little earlier for me than I had in mind.” His hazel eyes are bright and almost glowing in the slowly dimming light coming in from the windows. I reach up and let his silken curls embrace my fingers like little vines.

“I would’ve been fine swallowing your cum, Tony.” I tell him in a blasé tone, enjoying how wide his eyes get afterward. Our foreheads come together as Tony groans.

“God. Teasing like that. That’s…dangerous.” He searches for the right word for a moment before breathing it onto my lips. “My turn to tease, little minx.” That mischief is back in Tony’s eyes as he retreats down my body, his scruff catching deliciously on my skin. A little moan escapes me as his lips dip between my breasts before sliding to my right nipple. Little flicks of his tongue harden my nipples in record time, but when he covers my right with his mouth I can’t help but cry out. I feel him smile slightly against me before continuing his assault. One hand is on the bed so he’s balanced, but the other reaches up to caress my other breast. His thumb rubs over the nub and draws circles around it while squeezing gently. At the same time his tongue is swirling around my other nipple and making obscene sounds that I just can’t get enough of.

“Tony.” I beg, my hand in his hair tugging a little too hard and my other hand squeezing the hell out of his bicep. He stops and I whine instantly at the loss. A smirk at the ready on his tempting lips, he looks up with innocent eyes.

“Yes, dear?” He asks like the little shit he is.

“I’m going to need you to do a little more here.” I request breathlessly. His smirk only grows.

“Ah, not a fan of my teasing? Serves you right.” Tony kisses my sensitive nipple before moving down and letting his breath fan across my pussy, earning him a slight yelp from me. “Is this where you want me, beautiful?” He asks in a gentler tone, his voice losing a bit of its teasing edge. Soft lips press gentle kisses to my thighs and I relax a little more against the bed sheets, but that ball of desire is still pulled taut in my gut. Those rough hands I like so much run up and down my inner thighs as I open them wider for him, but Tony surprises me by simply tugging me down and hooking my knees over his shoulders. He pauses a moment and I take in the sight. His messy head of curls tickles the sides of my knees just a little as his hazel eyes stare at me with an intensity I’ve never seen from anyone else. I bite my lip when he licks his, hovering centimeters from where I desperately want him. I doubt I will ever see a more erotic sight in my entire life.

Which is why, when the tip of his tongue dips into the outermost folds of me, I force myself to keep my eyes open and watch the absolute sinfulness of every movement. He’s on his knees on the bed with his hands on my hips to hold me almost vertically against him. Not content with clinging to the sheets, my hands find his and tangle our fingers together against my skin. My ankles cross behind him and my heels dig into his back to try to push him harder against me and Tony complies.

“God yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” I beg as he buries his tongue in me, his nose scraping against my skin. My hands tighten inexplicably on his and my back arches to no avail. The pleasure building in me is just so close to bursting I feel desperate. Moans slip out of my lips to join the sounds of his slurping, sipping, and sucking to create an explicit symphony. Finally, he affixes his lips to my nub and swirls his tongue around it while groaning into me. I yell his name as the balloon in me finally pops and shoots bliss like fire through my entire body. Nonsense spills out of my mouth as I ride each wave, Tony gently licking me through it and lowering me back onto the bed once I’ve come down.

Gentle kisses on my neck nurse me back into reality and I blink away the blurriness to find a handsome smile on Tony’s face. My head is lying comfortably back on the pillows and Tony is still above me, one hand resting below my jaw with his thumb gliding over my cheek sweetly.

“Forgot how much fun that was.” He tells me and gives me a quick kiss on my lips.

“So did I. Fuck.” I breathe as I regain what’s left of my consciousness. Tony’s eyebrows furrow.

“Doesn’t happen often?” He questions curiously before pressing a kiss to my temple. I reach up and run a hand over his side, my other reaching up to rest on his damp neck.

“It’s all about the customer in my business, no time for me.” I sigh a little in irritation. “So, really, you’re spoiling me.” Amused, Tony pauses and looks back into my eyes.

“Something I’m happy to do.” Tony whispers before giving me a deep kiss. When he pulls back I can’t help but lift my head to follow him, prompting him to smirk. “And I’m not done yet.” He promises and straightens himself up a bit, aligning his length with me. Seems while I was surfing on my high, he slipped a condom on. He runs himself up and down my folds for lubrication as we stare into one another’s eyes. It’s dark outside now, so the only thing illuminating our naked bodies is the light emanating from Tony’s chest. Soft and blue, it makes our skin look paler and our eyes darker. Yet even now, Tony’s eyes still look alive when he looks at me. “Are you ready?” He asks me just to make sure. I swallow. I’ve never felt this vulnerable with a guy. At least, not that I can remember. I know if I say no Tony would immediately stop and even drive me home. He’s just that good a person. It’s scary to know that if he does this now, with those soft eyes and soft lips and with such damn care in his eyes…there’s a chance I’ll fall for him. “Hey, are you okay?” He asks again, brows furrowing as he begins to pull away.

I pull him back and kiss him, liking how he almost instantly slips his hand under my neck to support my head. We part and his concern is gone, but he still looks a little confused. Tenderly, I trail a hand down the side of his face. Tony leans into it and just barely kisses my palm. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I tell him with confidence and tug on his little on his baby hairs. When he hesitates, I wrap my legs around his waist and tap my heels twice on his lower back. “I’m sure.” I assure him and that sexy smile returns to his face.

“Alright, I’m gonna go slow.” Tony warns and presses his forehead to mine. Secure in the fact that I trust him and know he’s take care of me, I whisper my approval. Tony slides into me inch by inch and keeps his eyes on mine to study every minute detail. My hands on him are slick with his sweat but do their best to hold tight and keep him close to me. When he’s buried to the hilt we both release a pent-up breath. Tony waits a moment and reads my eyes for when to start moving. When we’re both ready he gently starts rolling his hips smoothly to get us both used to it. It doesn’t take long for me to want more.

“That all you got, Iron Man?” I tease and get the satisfaction of seeing him smile before his thrusts quicken. A moan slips out of my lips and I use my legs to angle myself better so Tony’s hitting my g-spot with every plunge. “Fuck, Tony. Yes.” I praise him and feel a drop of sweat from his forehead roll onto mine as he snaps his hips to mine.

“Shit, you’re perfect. So damn perfect.” Tony grunts and presses his lips to mine to swallow my whimper. His hand slips down and presses his fingers against my clit, moving in circles and calling a shout out of my lips. Tony murmurs my name against my lips and accelerates his hand’s movements which brings me to the edge. Judging by Tony’s heavy lids, he’s close as well.

“Go ahead baby, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I encourage and stare into his dark, lust-filled eyes. Quick gasps fall from his lips before he finally lets go and I quickly follow him. I clench around him as my eyes roll and my legs tremble with ecstasy. “Tony. Tony.” I mumble as I flutter down like a leaf from a windblown tree. He collapses next to me and half on top of me.

“Right here.” He assures me, beautiful fingers reaching over to brush sweaty locks of hair out of my face. I sigh and curl into him without thinking about it. For a few heartbeats we’re still and quiet but for our breathing. Then, he has to get up.

“Hey.” I complain and he chuckles. He leans back and pecks my lips before disappearing. I wait there with my eyes closed for a minute before fear starts creeping into my throat. It takes real effort to sit up and look around the room. The empty room. “Tony?” My voice sounds childish and quiet in the dark room, but it confirms my fear. He isn’t here. I deflate instantly. God, I’m such an idiot. I lift a hand to my face and swipe it across my lips as if I could erase the taste of him. I’m about to get up and get redressed when Tony walks back in, now in new boxers and with a little washcloth in his hands. A ridiculous amount of relief floods me at the sight of him. His eyebrows pop up when he sees me.

“Sorry, needed a clean washcloth. Is everything…okay?” He questions concernedly when he’s close enough for his little light to shine on my face. I shake my head to clear it.

“Yeah, yeah. I just…I thought you’d left.” I shrug it off as Tony instantly frowns, sitting down on the bed and starting to wipe me down.

“Now, how could I leave a woman like yourself here to warm the sheets alone? It was hard enough leaving you for a few minutes, can’t imagine a night.” Tony tells me softly as he drags the soft, wet cloth over my body to replace the sweat. I examine his expression and smile a little.

“So, you’re going to stay and snuggle with me and be here in the morning when I wake up? Who knew Tony Stark was such a softie?” I tease and shut my eyes a moment when Tony finishes wiping my brow with the cool material. He tosses the rag onto the metal bookshelf before crawling back into bed with me. My right arm curls between us and my other rests on top of his when he wraps his arms around me. I slip a leg between his as I stretch out a little more, finally starting to cool off.

“What can I say, I’m a shameless cuddler.” Tony admits and brushes his lips affectionately against my forehead. I shut my eyes and relax into him.

“I could get used to it.” I breathe, very much enjoying the way his hold on me tightens ever so slightly after I say that.

“Better. This is most definitely not the last time I want to do this. If you’ll have me, of course.” Tony adds the last bit a little hesitantly as if he isn’t the most complete fucking package I’ve ever laid eyes on. “I know it’s a lot with…everything. The Iron Man thing and the business, I-”

I cut him off by reaching up and kissing him softly. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” My words are sincere and quiet as I settle my head back under his chin. “As long as you make me pancakes in the morning.” Tony’s laughter fills the room and I grin against his skin.

“Of course. With cinnamon. In matching sweatpants.” Tony adds to the list and my smile just grows. “For now though,” He sighs comfortably and pulls a thin sheet on top of both of us. “sleeping and holding you close is fine with me.” My fingers finally still from drawing shapeless patterns on his arm and instead just lay on his skin. Tony’s soft, blue light makes the world under my eyelids seem like I’m underwater. Calm, secure, and warm in Tony’s embrace, I hum my approval. I fall asleep with the feeling of his smile on my forehead and the growing warm feeling in my chest.

*****

The morning comes and I’m surprised to find I’m up before Tony. Carefully, I slip his head off my chest and slip out of bed, shrugging on his button down. I walk into the bathroom and jump when a soft voice speaks from the ceiling.

“Hello. There are spare toothbrushes under the sink beside the toothpaste.” I blink and look around the room for cameras but find none. Okay then.

“Uh, thanks?” I say and reach under the sink. After brushing my teeth and doing other bathroom business, I slip back out to find Tony still asleep where I left him. It’s extremely tempting to walk over and mess up his already messy hair, but I decide I’ll be the one to start pancakes. After all, I’m not sure when the last time Tony possibly could’ve woken up to a cooked breakfast. I steal a pair of boxers then grab red and mustard plaid sweatpants before heading down and finding the kitchen. “Are you…everywhere? Little voice?” I ask aloud as I walk into the pantry.

“Yes, miss. I am Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s personal A.I. Would you like me to wake Mr. Stark for you?” He asks in a charming British lilt.

“No, no, no. Just keep it quiet and dark where he is. Let him sleep as long as he likes.” I tell him immediately, smiling victoriously when I find the Bisquick.

“Kind of you, miss.” Jarvis comments which I take as her doing as I said. I continue gathering ingredients and setting them on the counter, then bowls and stuff.

“Figured he doesn’t get a lot of extra sleep. Best to let him have it while he can.” It’s surprisingly easy to just talk to the A.I and I wonder for a moment if Tony does this.

“This is the first full eight hours of sleep he’s gotten since he came back, miss.” Jarvis reveals and I pause in my stirring.

“This is the first time he’s slept a night?” My question seems loud in the quiet space, but I’m surprised.

“Affirmative, miss.” Jarvis confirms. I frown and resume stirring, adding cinnamon to the batter as promised before ladling spoonfulls onto the hot griddle. While adorable, the thought of Tony not sleeping makes my heart squeeze in a not so good way. While the pancakes cook I start the coffee pot, thank god it’s uncomplicated unlike the espresso machine in the corner, and grab plates, utensils, and two coffee mugs. It’s only then that Tony wakes up.

“Mm, god I can’t remember the last time I cooked in this kitchen.” Tony groans and I look up to find him shirtless and wearing the exact same sweatpants I am. “Smells amazing.” He tells me and I grin, setting a plate on the counter with two pancakes and a syrup bottle on the side.

“Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells. Been a while since I really cooked.” I admit. Tony examines the pancakes briefly before skipping them and walking around the counter to me. He wraps his arms around me and tugs me close. Warm amber eyes look into mine and I let the ladle drop with a splat into the bowl.

“While I love waking up to pancakes, I think I’d rather taste your lips first.” Tony flirts and presses his lips to my smile, grinning when I laugh into his lips. He pulls away with shining eyes. “Morning.”

“Morning.” I peck his lips again, properly this time. “Now, try the pancakes or else I’ll burn these.” I gently shoo him away and he leaves reluctantly with a hand lingering on my waist. Just as he sits down I hand him a cup of black coffee which makes him perk up significantly.

“You are perfect.” He breathes and I feel my cheeks get a little hot when I remember him saying the same last night. I flip this batch onto a plate and put the last group on before slipping what I can into the sink to soak a bit. “Nice sweatpants, by the way.” Tony comments as I make my own plate. I roll my eyes.

“Yes, I noticed we matched. We should make Christmas cards.” I tease and slather syrup all over my small stack.

“You joke, but that actually is a hilariously good idea.” My eyes scan his expression and I shake my head. If ever there was a mad scientist expression, Tony’s face is the embodiment of it. “Imagine…everything in the photo is actually sweatpants.” Laughter bubbles it’s way out of me at his words and I finally unplug the griddle.

“You’re silly.” I tell him and steal his plate, taking it to the breakfast table. Tony’s eyes follow me amusedly.

“Ah, so we’re eating like normal people? Alright.” Tony hops up and makes himself another cup of coffee and one for me before walking over.

“That’s what you think is happening, huh?” I ask as he sits down. His expression turns puzzled but clears when I lean back and tuck my feet comfortably into his lap. Tony chuckles but simply puts a hand under the cuff to gently run his hand up and down my calf.

“Oh.” I look up from my food to see Tony digging around his pocket. He pulls out my phone and sets it on the table beside me. “It went off earlier.” He informs me and my eyebrows furrow.

“Really?” I ask and pick up the device, turning the screen towards me. I have a few notifications, but the bottom one is from the bank. “Oh my god.” I swear and sit up, pulling my feet off Tony. My eyes are bulging at the words and numbers on my phone.

“What is it?” Tony’s voice drifts over to me, obviously concerned.

“Oh my god, I have to make a call.” I stand and click on the contact I want, pacing along the kitchen to the music of the ringing. Tony’s standing too but stays out of my path.

“Hello, this is-”

“Hey, yes I need to speak to Selene Trevornan?” I don’t even wait to hear the bank’s greeting. The poor woman hesitates slightly before responding.

“Of course. One moment.” Waiting music comes on and Tony takes this moment to walk over to me. Gentle hands land on my shoulders and one reaches up to caress my cheek.

“What’s going on?” He asks quietly.

I tilt the speaker away from my lips to answer. “There’s suddenly fifty thousand dollars in my bank account that wasn’t there yesterday.” Tony’s eyes widen and affirm my thoughts that it wasn’t him.

“So, I know exactly what you’re calling about, so calm down.” Selene comes over the phone and I sigh in relief.

“The fuck, Selene? Fifty thousand? What’s going on?” Selene, thankfully, has been a good friend for a long time so doesn’t blanch at my language.

“I know, I know. I wish I had more info for you, but it was deposited by a…” I hear the sound of paper shuffling, “William Henway. He specifically said to tell you if you inquired, ‘Thank you. We’ll be sure to invite you to the wedding.’ Does that make sense to you?” Selene asks as this information slaps me in the face.

“William Henway?” I repeat, her words sinking in. Tony mouths the last name to me, his confusion clearing.

“Yeah, that’s what it says here. You know him?” Selene asks interestedly.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Thanks Selene. We’ll talk later.” I hang up and put my phone on the counter, then meet Tony’s eyes.

“Henway was your date?” He asks. I nod. Apparently, this makes much more sense to him than to me. “He’s the leading inventor in armor for our boys. Nearly as smart as I am.” Tony smiles and looks a little impressed. “You certainly attract a type.” I press my fingers to my temple.

“He was the one I helped get back with his girlfriend. All I did was give him advice!” I exclaim and Tony leads me to the barstools. I think he’s worried I’m going to faint.

“And that was worth something to him. Breathe, honey.” Tony puts my hand over his stomach and breathes with me until I’ve calmed a little.

“That’s just…a lot of money, Tony.” My phone goes off and I wave at it in irritation. Tony picks it up and immediately looks back at me worriedly.

“Not sure if you really want to know this…but there’s another fifty k in your account.”

“WHAT?” I thunder and this time Tony chuckles a little.

“There’s a text after that’s from…Selene, right? Says, ‘yeah I know. Don’t freak. Same guy, but this time he said because Karen said so.’” Tony reads and sets my phone down again. He sighs and leans against the counter, amusement clear in his eyes. “You’re the world’s newest millionaire.” Tony seems impressed and entertained, but my mind is having a lot of trouble absorbing this.

“I’m…I’m a millionaire. For escorting.” My words are incredulous and I’m suddenly intensely grateful for Tony’s presence to steady me. Although, the corner of his mouth pulls down a little at my words.

“Not quite.” Tony runs a hand over my hair affectionately. “More for just being yourself.” Well, how could I resist smiling at that?

“Thanks. Well, I guess now I can move?” The words form a statement but my inflection is a question. This’ll definitely take some getting used to. Tony laughs and nods.

“Sounds good to me. Wouldn’t mind you being just a little closer.” He tells me and snakes a hand around my waist. I reach up and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“I could definitely get used to seeing you every once and a while.” Tony’s cute little smile grows. “Next time you make breakfast though.” His pleasant laugh fills the kitchen again and I grin. Yeah. I could get used to this.

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HMB: Tales of Halloween

Original Publishing Date: October 6th, 2017

When it comes to horror anthology movies, the filmmakers usually shoot for four or five. In this movie, there's ten. I mean it could be worse, there could be 26 and be over two hours long. But overall, while the film isn't scary at all, it is a lot of fun too watch. If the goal was to capture a Halloween vibe, then that's what they did. Most of the shorts are comedies, with only two that try to take it seriously. My only overall critique of the film is that there wasn't really much diversity in the direction. You could have told me that all 10 shorts were directed by the same person and I would have believed you. But let's analysis each short on its own. 1. Sweet Tooth: A kid is told a story by his sister and her boyfriend about a kid named Sweet Tooth, a kid who loved trick or treating, but his parents confiscated his candy. Sweet Tooth later learned that his parents were eating the candy behind his back, erotically by the way. So he killed them and ate their organs. The jest of the sister's story is that if you don't share your candy with Sweet Tooth, he'll kill you and eat your organs. And the rest is what you'd might expect, Sweet Tooth turns out to be real and he kills the sister and boyfriend cause they didn't share their candy with him. Yeah, it's dumb, but they all are. But is it fun? Yeah, in a "urban legend turned real" kind of way. My only complaint is that its sort of weird to have the first short presented in the film be one of the more serious ones (serious as in it buts more effort into the horror elements than the others, either though the others are clearly trying to be comedies). But then again, I don't which of the the 10 shorts would be the best one to start with, so maybe it is for the best to start with the more serious one. 2. The Night Billy Raised Hell: A sister and her boyfriend peer pressured a little boy to egg a man's house. The man came out and was like "you call that a prank? THIS is a prank!". And then what appears to be the man and the boy going around town causing mayhem and destruction. The short ends with a twist that's really cruel, but at the same time delivers on that cheesy story telling this film seems to be going for. But what ruins the short for me is the sound effects. Some asshole thought the performance and the writing wasn't funny enough, so they put obnoxious, cliched cartoon sound effects over all the character's movements. And it's not just this short either, some of the other shorts have stupid SoundBible sound effects too. This is suppose to be a professional movie, use foley you lazy fucks! But Adrianne Curry in a sexy outfit saved it. Damn... 3. Trick: A bunch of trick or treaters invade a home and kill the residents, only for us to discover that it was a rescue mission. Yeah, at this point you start to get the jest of what type of shorts your in for. They are very mindless and usually end with a twist in order to give the short some pay off in terms of story telling. I will say that this is one of the only ones that kind of scares you. But you'll quickly forget about it. 4. The Weak and The Wicked: This one doesn't really have anything to do with Halloween. It's about three bullies who get their comeuppance after one of their victims lures them to where they lite his house on fire. The majority of the short is the bullies chasing the victim, only to build up to a "twist". Again, this one pretty forgettable. 5. Grim Grinning Ghost: GOD DAMN IT! This is like the third time Lin Shaye popped up in one of my reviews. Ah well, in this she tells a ghost story, and guess what, turns out the ghost is real, and haunts one of Lin's friends. Uneventful and kind of dull, but of all the shorts, this one was the closest in actually scaring me. So I'll give it props for that. 6. Ding Dong: I award this the turd in the punchbowl award, and that this is the movie's worst short, mainly because of how confusing it was. It's about a witch-monster woman who wants a child, but her husband can't give her a child, but it turns out he can't on purpose cause he got a vasectomy, and his reasoning is because the woman is abusive towards him, so he thinks she'll be abusive towards the baby. But the entire short is about the witch giving out candy to trick or treaters. But before she did, she'd always buff up her breasts as if to show off her cleavage. So... Was she trying to seduce the children? Was that it? Or was she trying to lure them in to eat them? How does buffing up her breasts lure children into their home? The only thing I liked about this one was that some of the trick or treaters were the kids we saw in the other shorts, including one that wasn't introduced until later in the film. I like it when anthologies put in a little continuity. 7. This Means War: I might be reading too deeply into this, but this short almost feels like it's being allegorical. Two houses rival each other over which one has the best haunted house decoration. One is cheesy in that old fashion kind of way, while the other in bloody and goth. The older gentlemen sees his decorations as art while seeing his rival's as trash. Meanwhile the rival thinks they are on the same page and that the old timer should lighten up. This eventually leads the two into a brawl that results in both their decorations getting destroyed and both of them impaled on a stake. If the allegories were intentional, then I will call this the best one of the film. If not, it's still charming. 8. Friday the 31st: It starts off with a girl in a Dorthy from Wizard of Oz costume fleeing a disfigured man resembling Jason (but not Jason, cause copyright and shit). So not Jason kills her, only for a stop motion alien to beam down from the UFO in front of him, asking for trick or treat candy. Not Jason tries to kill it, but fails, resulting in the alien possessing the body of the dead girl and going after not Jason. So the point of this short was role reversal, with not Jason becoming the victim and the girl becoming the chaser. Clever, but nothing to write home about. 9. The Ransom of Rusty Rex: The child of a millionaire is kidnapped by two goons, only for the goons to discover the child is really a goblin. The lead kidnapper did a great job, his performance reminded me of Dennis from It's Always Sunny for some reason. When I was watching this, I might have counted the number of the shorts wrong, because up until that point I thought there was nine, and this was the last one. What I thought would happen was that the goons would drop off the goblin at the old man's house from the second house, since he had a goblin creature too, revealing that all these shorts occurred on the same night in the same town, thus giving us a satisfying ending. But no, the short just ends with one of the goons getting killed. 10. Bad Seed: So this is the real finale of the film. A Jack O Lantern comes alive and kills people. A cop kills it, only to discover it came from a facility that grew thousands of them. They really should have ended on the goblin one, this one was pretty weak. I guess what they were trying to do is what I suggested, revealing that all these shorts happened on the same night. But the problem was they were pretty clumsy with it. We learn about the shared universe from when the cop goes back to the police station, only for us to see it's filled with lunatics and people covered in blood. Then the chief complains about he's was getting calls of strange occurrences. But the thing is, what he listed as examples never happened in the film, they only thing he referenced was the UFO. My theory is that whoever made this short had no idea what the other directors were doing and was only told early ideas of what was going on, which might have been scrapped except for the UFO. It's a damn shame, if they just pulled off the police station scene, this would have been a fine ending. But with all that said, here's my final thoughts. This movie is like Halloween candy; it's bad for you, it comes in all different flavors and shapes, but boy is it sweet. If you are looking for a dumb collections of fun shorts, this is just for you.

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