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yournowheregirl · 1 year

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remember when i said this was gonna be 5 parts? psych! it’s gonna be six parts of the secret-dolly-parton-fan eddie munson saga (thanks again for all the love on this fic & a special thanks to @gothbat99 and @legitcookie for listening to my rambling about this part 🥰)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 5] [part 6 + complete on ao3]

part 4: i will always love you

Eddie never thought himself to be an overthinker.

In fact, during the majority of his life a lot of people assumed he didn't think at all considering the way he flunked senior year twice (He got there in the end, though). But lately - well, actually ever since Pat swore up and down Steve isn’t as straight as Eddie originally thought - Eddie’s brain has been running at a hundred miles an hour.

More specifically, Pat’s words have been echoing through his mind, haunting him, torturing him, every time he hangs out with Steve.

“Hey man, that shirt looks really great on you.” Steve says one day when Eddie shows up at Family Video wearing a red henley. It’s an old shirt he found earlier that week when Wayne forced him to clean out his closet, a little tight but it still fit so Eddie decided to keep it.

“What, this old thing?” Eddie scoffs, playing with the frayed hem of the shirt.

“Yeah, it’s… it suits you. Looks nice.” Steve smiles.

“Thanks.” Eddie replies. His smile is tight, in the hopes that he doesn’t give away the swarm of butterflies currently residing in his stomach.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

“Wait, what’s happening again?” Steve asks one night during Will’s latest Hellfire campaign.

It’s the first time in literal years that Eddie’s been playing a character instead of DM’ing and so far, he’s been very impressed with Will replacing him. Though his story lines can be a little too detailed at times, which makes it hard for Steve - who hasn’t been there during every D&D night - to keep up.

So, Eddie explains it to him. He’s patient, keeping his voice low so the others won’t overhear and carefully watches Steve connect the dots. Watches how that cute little frown in between his eyebrows slowly fades away and is replaced with a soft smile.

“Which brings us here, to the Rotting Grove and now we gotta wait until Dustin’s character makes a decision.” Eddie says finally, but Steve stays quiet. He’s still looking at Eddie, eyes wide with wonder, maybe he still doesn’t understand the plot just yet. “Sorry, did I go too fast? You want me to start again?”

“No, no, I got it.” Steve shakes his head, smiling. “Thanks for explaining it, though. You’re a great story teller, Eddie.” He says, bumping their shoulders together but never pulling away.

Steve stays glued to Eddie’s side throughout the rest of the night, whispering the occasional question or snarky comment in his ear, sending a chill down Eddie’s spine every time he feels Steve’s lips brush against his skin.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

“You really gotta be more careful.” Steve says sternly one afternoon, after Eddie has fallen face-first onto the ground during one of Max’ skateboarding lessons, leaving him with a nasty graze on his cheek.

“I was being- fucking Christ, Steve.” Eddie hisses as Steve dabs a washcloth against Eddie’s bloodied cheek. “Will you stop that? That hurts like hell.”

Steve ignores his protests, rolling his eyes. “An infection hurts even more, so just stay still, will you?”

His hand, big and warm, finds Eddie’s hip, holding him still against the bathroom counter, as Eddie tries to think of literally anything that’ll stop his blood from going south because this not the place or time to pop a boner right now. Which somehow results in him being particularly mopey to Steve.

“I can take care of myself y’know? Been doin’ it all my life.” He grunts when Steve slowly removes the washcloth.

“I know you can.” Steve replies softly. “But sometimes it’s nice to have someone taking care of you for a change.”

He runs his thumb over Eddie’s cheek, wiping away the last of the blood before placing his his hand on Eddie’s jaw, turning his face to see if there are any wounds to be taken care of. When Steve nods, obviously proud of his work, Eddie almost wants to go out there and trip another time, just to feel Steve’s hands on his skin again.

“Besides, you need someone around here who actually knows first aid. God forbid something happens to that pretty face of yours.” Steve smirks, before patting Eddie’s chest and walking out of the bathroom, leaving Eddie speechless for the first time in his life.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

Pat’s words keep getting louder and louder in his mind to the point that it’s the only thing Eddie can think about. He overanalyzes every single one of Steve’s movements, every word that rolls off his tongue, every glance sent his way, to the point that he swears he’s going insane.

Because the more he starts thinking about it, the more Pat might actually be right and isn’t that the most terrifying thing in the wold?

-xxx-

“Dude, will you stop that?”

Eddie looks up from where he was mindlessly staring out the window and glares at Dustin, who glares right back at him. “What?”

“Your leg.” Dustin pokes him in said leg, the one that’s been bouncing uncontrollably for the past few minutes. “It’s fucking annoying.”

Dustin’s been at the Munson trailer since early afternoon, figuring out the perfect songs to put on the mixtape he’s mailing Suzie for their anniversary. Eddie had felt honored that Dustin came to him, rather than the so-called leading expert on romance (Steve) but now his patience is wearing thin.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves the squirt with all his heart, but Dustin’s been contemplating between two very similar songs for thirty minutes now and his indecisiveness is starting to get on Eddie’s nerves.

“Maybe if you hurried the fuck up, my leg wouldn’t be shakin’ Henderson.” Eddie retorts. “C’mon, hurry up, will ya? I got places to go, people to meet.”

Dustin snorts. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“You know, going out to the woods to deal doesn’t exactly count as Friday evening plans.” Dustin says.

“Hey!” Eddie protests. “You know I don’t do that shit anymore, not with those shady government assholes watching my every move.” He sighs, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “But if you must know, me and Steve are having a movie night at his place and you know how huffy he gets when I’m late.”

That’s not entirely true. Sure, Eddie’s going over to the Harrington house tonight and sure they’re gonna watch a movie, but it’s also the night that Eddie decided to finally make a move on Steve. And maybe, if everything goes right, tonight will be the night that he finds the guts to Steve how he feels.

Which is why Dustin needs to get a move on because he really needs those extra few hours to contemplate his existence, have a panic attack, talk himself down from said panic attack and figure out what he’s going to wear.

“Okay, now I know you’re lying.” Dustin says, looking anything but impressed with Eddie.

“What? I ain’t lying, Henderson.” Eddie frowns. He grabs the VHS tape from the coffee table and waves it in Dustin’s face. “See, I got the movie and everything.”

“Yeah, well, you must have gotten the days mixed up.” Dustin shrugs. “Steve’s got a date tonight.”

“Yeah, right.” Eddie says, rolling his eyes at Dustin and ignoring the way his heart is starting to beat a little faster out of sheer panic. “Steve hasn’t been on a date since he broke up with Emily. And even if he has a date, I doubt he would’ve planned it at the same time as our movie night.”

“Well sorry to burst your bubble, but I know for a fact that Steve’s got a date tonight because he told me.” Dustin’s tone is bordering on condescending but Eddie doesn’t even have energy to tell him off right now because what the fuck? What does Dustin mean by that? And maybe more importantly, why did Steve leave Eddie in the dark about all this?

A heavy feeling settles down in his stomach, but he can’t let Dustin see his inner turmoil so he goes with indifference instead. “Pff, sure he did.”

“I saw him buy roses, Eddie! They were red too and that’s like, a dead giveaway for romance!” Dustin declares. “And when I talked to him about it he got this… weird, mushy look in his eye, which by the way gross, and said something about making tonight special and shit. Which again, gross, but if that doesn’t scream romantic evening to me, then I don’t know what is!”

Slowly, as Dustin’s words are starting to sink in, the heavy feeling grows stronger and stronger until Eddie feels his stomach drop.

Steve’s going on a date.

Steve’s going on a date and just ditches Eddie without saying a word.

Steve’s going on a date with someone who isn’t Eddie.

Steve’s going on a date which means Pat was wrong.

“Get out.” Eddie says, voice on edge.

“Geez, didn’t know you’d get so upset. It’s just a cancelled movie night, I’m sure Steve-”

“Out!” Eddie exclaims, his tone way harsher than it needs to be. It obviously affects Dustin, who flinches at his words, but Eddie doesn’t care. Well, he does but he’ll apologize to Dustin later, once he starts to feel normal about all of this.

Dustin quietly packs his stuff, mumbling something under his breath as Eddie just stands there, frozen. Eyes glued to the coffee stain on the carpet, mind reeling with thoughts of Steve ditching him for some date he didn’t even tell him about.

He hears Dustin say a quiet goodbye but he stays there for a good few minutes before he finally snaps out of his trance and grabs the keys to the van from the kitchen counter. He doesn’t even see the dark clouds forming in the sky, he just gets in the van and drives.

-xxx-

Rain is still pouring down when Eddie arrives at the Off-Road. Not that he really cares about the weather right now, he’s got other things on his mind. He pulls his leather jacket over his head and jogs over to the entrance, only to find the door closed and the lights off.

Great. Like his day couldn’t get any worse.

Eddie slumps down on the porch in front of the bar, not caring that he’s sitting on wet wood or that the wind is blowing the raindrops right in his face. The rain is actually pretty nice right now, hiding the tears that are slowly rolling down his cheek.

Crying over Steve motherfuckin’ Harrington. That’s a new low, even for him.

And the thing is, any other time Eddie could’ve dealt with Steve getting another date. Yeah, it’d probably hurt like a bitch and Eddie would’ve been sulking for a day or two, but he would’ve been fine. It would’ve been just another Emily situation, just another reminder that Steve would never been his.

But Steve keeping him in the dark about his date, Steve just flat-out cancelling their movie night without even telling him, after weeks of, let’s be honest, low-key flirting? That somehow hurts even more. It just feels like Steve doesn’t really care about him, like Steve’s using him like a fucking Kleenex - use once, then throw away when it’s no longer useful.

The thoughts in his head are so loud, so overwhelming, that he doesn’t even hear a pick-up truck stopping a few steps from him. Doesn’t hear the hushed voices or the wet sounds of footsteps through the mud.

“Ed? Whatcha doin’ here kid?”

Eddie looks up from where he had been staring at his feet, only to find Pat and Tish standing in front of him, huddled together underneath an umbrella. The worried looks on both their faces makes Eddie just cry even harder.

“Oh honey.” Tish says softly. “Let’s get you inside, okay?”

Pat and Tish lead him inside and up the stairs that lead to the apartment above the bar. It’s small, but cozy and feels like a home, with little trinkets and old photos scattered just about everywhere. Pat firmly plants Eddie down at the kitchen table and hands him a couple of towels as his tears slowly start to fade. He hadn’t even realized how cold he was until Pat throws a woolen blanket over his shoulders and Tish puts down a pot of hot chamomile tea.

“So…” Pat says as she sits down across from him at the kitchen table. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Eddie sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “It’s stupid.”

“We’ll be the judge of that.” Pat says sternly, though her eyes are soft. “Now tell us what happened.”

And Eddie just spills everything. How Pat’s advice has been haunting him, how he’s been overanalyzing every of Steve’s moves, how he was so sure that Steve liked him back, only to be tossed aside without a care. He tears up again a few times and it’s so embarrassing he wants to be buried alive, even with Pat and Tish just listening and telling him it’s okay.

Once he’s done, he just feels empty - no more tears to cry, no more words to say, just an empty, hollow feeling where his heart used to be.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry, honey.” Tish sighs as she pours him another cup of tea. He’s not usually a tea drinker but he’s had two cups already - he swears Tish put some kind of crack in it, rather than sugar cubes. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t deserve you. Not if he treats like you like, pardon my French, dogshit.”

Hearing Tish swear, while she’s generally so prim and proper, makes Eddie laugh, even through his dried-up tears. “Thanks, Tish.” He sighs, slouches down in his chair and looks up at the wooden ceiling. “But I guess this was good, in some twisted, fucked up way. Just the slap in the face I needed.”

“What’d you mean?” Pat frowns.

“It’s just… I been running after him like some lovesick puppy even though I know he’ll never feel the same.” Eddie says. “And it’s not doing me any good, now is it? Guess this is a sign that it’s time for me to move on.”

He knows he said that before, back when Steve started dating Emily, and even though it clearly didn’t work out the way he wanted to, Eddie has to make it work now. He has to say goodbye to Steve because he’s not so sure his poor heart’ll survive if he doesn’t.

And he knows exactly how he’s going to do just that.

Eddie jumps up from the table and races downstairs, ignoring Pat and Tish’s confused noises as they follow him. He fumbles with the lights for a moment but as soon as the lights are partially on, Eddie walks up to the podium, grabs the guitar off the wall and sits down on the stool that has become so familiar to him.

The bar is silent because of course it is and for a second Eddie just wants to laugh at how weird this whole situation - singing in a bar just to process his dumb feelings, even with no audience around (well, there’s an audience if you count Pat, Tish and the wind howling outside). But he has to do this, needs to do this, audience be damned.

His hands are shaking, hesitating to play the first few chords. It’s not like he doesn’t know the song, in fact he knows it by heart and played it plenty of times, But he never actually sang the words, too scared what’ll mean if he’ll say them out loud.

“If I, should stay… I would only be in your way. So, I’ll go but I’ll know, I’ll think of you each step of the way.” Eddie sing softly, voice already wavering because he was right for not singing this song before - it fucking hurts. “And I… will always love you.”

Eddie’s voice echoes through the empty bar, causing to sound more hollow than it already is. A shiver runs up his spine when he feels a cool breeze of wind - the wind must’ve flung the door open. Eddie doesn’t look up, closes his eyes instead and lets the music take him.

“Bittersweet memories, that’s all I’m taking with me.” He hears Pat and Tish whispering to another, can’t really see them from where they’re standing in the dark but their hushed voices sound tense. Not that Eddie’s really listening, it’s all background noise as he continues strumming his guitar.

“Goodbye, please don’t cry. We both know…” Eddie chokes on his on voice, the words hitting a little too close to home. He takes a deep breath and tries again, refusing to shed anymore tears. “We both know that I’m not what you need.”

“Eddie?”

Someone’s calling out his name. A familiar voice. A way too familiar voice.

Steve’s voice.

But that can’t be. Steve’s doesn’t knows he’s here. Steve’s too busy wooing his goddamn date with those goddamn roses.

It’s just in his head. It’s just his mind playing tricks on him. He just needs to finish this song and then this fake Steve will disappear and-

“And I… will always love you. I will always-”

“Eddie, please.”

Eddie stops playing as a shadow washes over him, a figure blocking the spotlight. He squints, trying to identify whether it’s Pat or Tish who interrupted him, only to find that it’s neither of them

Because there, with floppy wet hair plastered to his face and a thoroughly soaked pink button-down and blue jeans, stands the one person Eddie had run away from in the first place.

Steve.

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deliciousdefendorinternet · 22 days

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a little list of some things I Hope to see if they do a 4th film.

also if you have any ideas of little things you'd like to see in the next film I'd love to hear them.

anyway my list would include.

its gotta still be a Bro zone centered adventure no side-lining them or any of the same crap they pulled with the world tour characters their still very much the focus. on whatever Journey the plot requires Poppy and Branch to go on and this way we see more of them learning abut each other like the other Bros being surprised by Branch's survival skills. and how he came to learn them and finding out just how dorkish Clay has become in his interests and how pampered and sheltered Bruce has been. to the point he's totally out of his element when they have to travel through forests and such. 2. a main villain that Judges Bro zone as a family this is a bit of a petty desire of mine lol but I'd love it if we had a villain who openly looked down on B zone. maybe the main villain is some sorta loner who believes in family being a weakness and nothing else so they judge Branch for letting his Brothers back into his life when he proved he was capable of surviving on his own. and also they just have a bitterness towards the concept of family for personal reasons so they see how flawed Bro zone are yet the fact that their still together as something to be mocked. 3. an actual none comedic mention of Grandma given how TBT sorta used her as a comedic gag in the two scenes in which she was relevant. so I just want her to for once be brought up without a bad Joke ruining the emotions of it like FR I just want one scene where she's brought up. and you actually just let the characters be serous about it maybe Branch finally tells them exactly how she died after refusing to talk about it for ages. and maybe he still blames himself somewhat for her death and was worried the brothers would think the same if they found out. 4. I've said about this one before but I Hope we see other Grey Trolls in the society it doesn't have to be a major plot point just something we see in the opening briefly. like I said before maybe Branch just casually Hanging out with other permanently Grey Trolls from different Tribes or even them having their own little group or something would be nice to see. I think the group idea would be a nice bit of worldbuilding and development as it would kinda show how differently Pop Village handles these kinda things now. where they aren't just about toxic positivity and brushing serous stuff to the side anymore but are actively encouraging people to talk about their darker emotions and such. 5. this one is probably the most unlikely on this list but I'd kinda like it if we saw Branch's colours get worse again and him actually feeling somewhat ashamed of it. maybe trying to hide it from his Brothers out of fear of either being judged or pitied. I just love the angst idea of him being found out and in a somewhat upset and frustrated way saying that he doesn't know why its happening again. claiming he's fine and that it must just be some kind of mistake on his bodies part and that it isn't his fault this time as that isn't who he is anymore. upsetting Poppy and his Brothers seeing him so clearly upset but obviously desperately trying to hide it and also the notion that he's ashamed of his Greyness and he sees it as something other people would blame him for is pretty sad. like I said it probably won't happen but Honestly I love the idea of actually showing his colours get worse again and him being insecure about it. especially in front of his Brothers it'd be emotional to see them see him this way. 6. another one that's maybe a bit out there but I kinda wanna see Peppy die as I feel him dying has some good story potential. for one it gives some angst to Poppy for a change she could blame herself as his death could happen as result of her actions maybe her not listenening to other people again. and trying to solve the conflict with the villain her own way results in them all being in danger and her dad dying to save her. and as a result her actions actually have permanent consequences for a change and she blames herself tho maybe on the outside she tries to slap a smile on her face.

but Branch sees through it and he can actually have a nice moment of helping her through things and even relating a bit given he blamed himself for what happened to his Grandma for years. plus it'd give Viva some heartbreak since she only just got him back in her life after all these years and now she's lost him again. which I feel in the end could bring her and Poppy even closer together. and like I said after TBT and the first film I'm desperate for some Poppy angst to balance things out a tad and actually give us some more scenes of Branch supporting her again. 😅😅😅😅 anyway those are some things I'd kinda like to see in a future film what about you?

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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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43 and 45 reuniting with Joseph Quinn after a long period of time apart

Okay but after writing this I need to be help up against a wall and fucked so I apologise if you also develop this need

43. You've missed me, haven't you? Pretty little pussy is sucking me in.

45. I need you so bad, I can't wait, I've gotta have you now.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), unprotected p in v, creampie, squirting, mentions of a blowie whilst driving, established relationship, wall sex????? Idk

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You checked your appearance over in the mirror, smoothing down your dress. You were happy with how you looked, wearing a midi length leopard print dress and heeled boots. You checked your phone again, smiling as you saw your boyfriend's name had pinged up on the screen about 5 minutes ago.

Car is about 10 minutes away, can't wait to see you x

You text him back the GIF of Anna from Frozen when she's all excited, and carry out final checks on your hair and makeup.

It wasn't ideal, but tonight was your mum and dad's wedding anniversary party, an event that had been planned for the majority of the year. Unfortunately, when it was planned it was not envisioned that Joe would be flying back from Japan and landing literally 2 hours before you needed to get going. You had told him to stay home and sleep when he got back as you knew how exhausted he was, but he'd insisted on still attending. He loved your family and they loved him.

Now, time was tight. Joe's flight had been delayed which meant he'd just about have time to change his clothes before you'd need to leave to get to the party venue, instead of a quick shower like he'd hoped. Thankfully, he'd managed to shower on the plane (private flight, fucking wild) so he was happy to just douse himself in deodorant and cologne for a few hours, he could properly shower when you guys got home tonight/early tomorrow morning.

You hear the door open and close and you run out from the bedroom, running at your boyfriend and jumping. He catches you and your legs wrap around his waist. You don't even give him time to say hello before pressing your lips to his. He sighs happily as your tongue finds his, and he moves to press your back against the wall as you make out for a few seconds.

"Hello to you too," Joe chuckles as you break apart, foreheads resting together. "Fuck, I missed you."

"I missed you too, so much. Next time you're away for that long I'm contorting myself to fit in your bag." You grin, leaning in for another kiss. This one is slower, deeper, hotter. You feel a tell tale pulse against your crotch and your pussy flutters in response, but you try to ignore it. "Joe, babe, we have to leave, we're already a little late-"

"I need you so bad, I can't wait, I've gotta have you now." Joe grunts, holding you up with one arm and undoing his jeans with the other.

Fuck it.

"Here?!" You gasp, amazed at his strength. It's always such a turn on when Joe shows how strong he really is.

"Right fucking here." Joe replies, pushing his jeans and pants down, fisting his cock a couple times before moving your dress up and underwear to the side, pushing his cock into your pussy slowly. You tense a little; you hadn't been with him in weeks so the stretch and burn was a little more prominent. "Sorry baby, just relax for me, okay?"

"So big," you whimper. "Joey, you're so fucking big."

"But you're taking me so well, love." Joe glances down at where your bodies are connected, smirking at the shine of your arousal on him. "You've missed me, haven't you? Pretty little pussy is sucking me in."

You moan loudly. "God yes, Joe, missed you so fucking much."

"I know baby, me too." Joe looks up and kisses you sweetly as he begins to move, fucking you up against the wall. "God you feel so fucking good. Been thinking about this for so long."

"Me too," you shudder as he reaches to touch your clit. "Yes, baby, just like that, don't stop."

Joe chuckles. "Gonna come for me? Already?"

You nod, and Joe adjusts his stance to assist you, making sure his cock hit that spot inside you on every single thrust. After a few years together he knew exactly how to make you feel good. His fingers don't leave your clit, rubbing in quick circles, desperate to feel you fall apart for him.

You shriek out his name as you come hard, soaking Joe's cock and shirt that he hadn't managed to remove. "Fuck yes, that's my good girl, squirting on my cock like that." Your pussy clenches around him and he shudders. "Not gonna last long."

"I don't care, come inside me." You grab his face and make him look at you. "Come for me, Joe."

"Oh fuck," Joe almost whimpers, his eyes fluttering shut. You tap his cheek gently.

"Look at me when you fill me up, baby." You whisper and Joe nods, moaning loudly as he pushes inside you as deep as he can, his cock pulsing and twitching as rope after rope of his cum fills you. His knees wobble with the force of his orgasm as his head drops to your shoulder. You run your nails over his scalp softly as you both try to catch your breath. "You good?"

"Can't talk, came too hard, no brain left." Joe mumbles into your collarbone and you giggle. He picks his head up and kisses up your neck, across your jawline and finally your mouth. "I love you."

"I love you." You reply, brushing your nose over his. "But now we are really fucking late."

Joe groans and yawns. "I know babe, I'm so sorry."

"If you drive, I'll blow you as a thank you."

"Let's fucking go!"

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ghoststyles · 11 months

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Fairway to Heaven - Part 5

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“No, you’ve gotta keep this arm completely straight when you go into your backswing.”

Briar pouts and rolls her eyes at her boyfriend. This is the second time she’s joined him for 9 holes; the first session ending in a spat, since Harry is so anal and Briar never listens to anyone’s advice.

While their relationship is stronger than ever, the pair quickly learn each other’s quirks now that they spend most of their time together.

Briar finds that Harry is ALWAYS on his phone. Though he doesn’t have social media, he spends a majority of his day responding to emails and taking client calls. There have been numerous nights where Harry creeps out of bed to make a call, or is nodding along as Briar tells a story, only half listening.

Weeks before, Briar planned a small weekend getaway for the two of them; nothing big, just some quality time away from the toxicity of the club. The two of them are sat at Harry’s kitchen island, Briar on her laptop and Harry on his phone.

“I have us booked for 3 nights at the Ocean Suites,” Briar says. “Do you want to do any excursions while we’re there?”

Harry is typing furiously on his phone, “Whatever you want, baby.”

“Ok, I’ll sign us up for jet skis. And then I’m gonna go on a date with Pedro Pascal. I hope he bends me over the kitchen counter,” Briar smirks, knowing Harry isn’t listening to her.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Harry hums. A beat passes, “Can I ride on the back of Pedro’s jet ski?”

“You are such a dick,” she laughs.

Briar returns to the cart, opting to be the passenger princess for the rest of their outing.

“You gotta keep you arm straight in the backswing. Meh meh meh meh meh,” Briar mocks him as she sits down.

“What was that, Birdie?”

“Nothing, let’s keep going,” she flashes him a sweet smile.

“That’s what I thought,” his tone is clipping. “We can go home whenever you’re ready, my love.”

“No, you can finish,” Briar insists. Harry stares at her, opting to take a deep breath instead of making a smart remark. He wonders if she’s getting her period soon. He wouldn’t dare ask, knowing the consequences having asked his sister once when they were growing up.

Harry joins her on the cart, stretching one arm behind her back and using his other hand to steer. As they start moving, he lightly pets at her shoulder, to which she leans away from.

Harry slams on the brake, whipping around to face her, his jaw locking.

“Is something bothering you?”

“No, Harry. C’mon, finish your last hole.”

He takes another deep breath, his knuckles now white on the steering wheel. They continue on. On the other side of the path, the course’s beverage cart girl is approaching them.

Harry politely flags her down, pulling off to the side. Briar scowls, unsure why they’re stopping. Harry gets out of the cart, walking over to her cart. He leans on it, placing his hands on the top, just like he does to Briar’s. A fire lights inside of her as she watches the encounter unfold.

“Hi, love, could I grab two bottles of water from you?”

“Of course! Do you have an account here?” she smiles up at him sweetly as she hands him the bottles. He transfers them both into the same hand as he grabs his wallet.

“No, just visitors for the day. Been busy for you?”

The girl, probably the same age as Briar, takes the $20 Harry hands her, nodding to answer his question. She attempts to give him his change, to which he waves her off.

“Thanks, love. Cheers.”

He saunters over to Briar in their cart, uncapping the bottle before handing it to her. She gives him a tight lipped smile. Harry pulls the cart back on the path silently.

“Ready to trade me in already?” she cocks her head at him. He blows a puff of air out of his nostrils.

“Drink your water, Briar, I think you’re having a heat stroke,” Harry responds, not giving into her jab. She’s poking a bear and doesn’t realize.

“I bet she’d call you Daddy. Or maybe she likes sir,” she smirks to herself.

“That’s it. We’re leaving,” Harry presses the gas, blowing past the last hole. When they get to the cart return, Harry hastily grabs his golf bag and her hand, dragging her back to the parking lot. Harry is seething, trying not to rip her skirt off and spank the shit out of her in front of the whole course.

He throws his bag in the back, leaving Briar to fend for herself and open her own door. She scoffs.

Harry doesn’t even wait for her to put on her seatbelt before he’s reversing out of the parking lot, his arm stretched out behind her head rest. She loves when he does that, but she has to uphold her stance. She’s already committed to getting a punishment when they’re home.

He doesn’t say a word to her the whole ride, not even linking their pinkies like he normally would. She stares out the window, wondering what he’ll do with her.

He pulls into the garage, again, not even attempting to open Briar’s door. He heads inside, ignoring Gus who greets them at the door. Briar silently slips off her shoes, preparing to make a run for it upstairs. She needs a shower, anyway.

Harry watches her bolt up the stairs, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Briar takes her time in the shower, deep conditioning her hair and shaving her legs and cunt. She hums to herself as she towels off. Opening the door to Harry’s room, she’s met with Harry sitting calmly on the edge of the bed, his golf outfit still on, surrounded by an assortment of… items.

He beckons her over to stand between his legs. She slowly approaches, fiddling with the hem of the towel. He grabs her hands, kissing above her thumbs.

“I’m going to give you a chance to apologize to me,” Harry says gently, staring up at her. “How you spoke to me today made me very upset.”

Briar looks past him to take note of the various gags, plugs, paddles and ropes. Her spine shivers, bringing her attention back to him.

She says nothing.

Silence.

Harry is stunned.

He shrugs, rising to tower over her. He rips her towel from her body, holding back a groan. She made her choice.

“On your knees, head down. I don’t want to see your face or hear that fucking mouth again. Not a word.”

He grabs a ball gag from his supplies, and wordlessly places it in her mouth, tying it off behind her head. She hates gags; they make her feel claustrophobic.

He unbuckles his pants and removes his briefs, kneeing on the bed to settle behind her. He spits, watching the liquid drip onto her cunt. She squirms at the sensation.

Briar whines; clenching around nothing. Harry still hasn’t touched her. He spits on his hand, grabbing his prick and pumping it a few times. He lines himself up, pushing in slow and steady. He exhales, almost purring.

“Gonna fuck this little cunt. Don’t really care if you come or not,” Harry says blankly. He snaps his hips forward, a guttural moan coming from Briar.

He thrusts harder, knowing he’s completely filling her up. He reaches beside her head to grab the tiny paddle. He winds his arm up, delivering a sharp smack to the side of her ass. The skin reddens deliciously, and Harry is already holding on by a thread.

He gives her two more smacks back to back, tears now leaking from her eyes. He spits on her once more, this time, over her asshole. He massages his middle finger around the tiny hole, making Briar squeak and writhe away. Harry grabs her arms, holding them behind her back. He presses his middle finger in slowly, feeling her clench around his digit. He times the thrusts of his cock to be opposite of his finger, making sure one hole is filled at a time. He feels her cum, but she remains quiet.

“Such a fucking brat today,” he says, in between grunts. “Running your mouth so much, it’s like you want to be punished.”

She keens, arching her back even more. Harry wishes he had his phone within reach to take a picture of the site in front of him.

On his final thrust, he buries his finger and cock in her at the same time, releasing into her, his thighs quaking. He pulls out, watching his come drip out of her. He scoops some up with his finger, smearing it around her abused pussy.

“Fucking wrecked. You’re a proper mess for Daddy, Birdie.”

Harry moves from the bed to his ensuite, washing his hands and grabbing a towel. Briar collapsed onto the bed like a rag doll, her eyes closed. He unties the gag, making her tongue fall out of her mouth after it. She opens her mouth, unlocking her sore jaw.

Harry tends to her, cleaning her up with the damp towel. She whines from sensitivity. He jumps back on the bed, lying behind her with his arms wrapped around her.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Briar says faintly.

“I know y’are, Birdie. Don’t you know you’re my best girl? Couldn’t ever dream of losing you,” he whispers in her ear, breath tickling her neck.

Briar rotates, burying her face in Harry’s chest. She feels embarrassed. Harry’s never given her any reason to doubt their relationship.

“I was cranky before we even left this morning,” she murmurs, her lips on his shoulder. “And I think I’m getting my period soon.”

Harry smiles into her hair, knowing he was right.

“That’s okay, Birdie, just let me know next time when you wake up guns a-blazing, mkay?”

They’re quiet, and Harry starts to doze off a bit.

“Your finger felt so good in my butt.”

Harry cackles at her bluntness, “Thanks for the feedback.”

Briar’s first day back at Wynnewood came too fast. She got used to being doted on by Harry and coddled by her uncle.

She’s preparing her cart for the day when she hears Cam come up behind her.

“Hey, B, how you holding up?”

“Hey, Cam, I’m doing better! Just lucky something worse-off didn’t happen.”

Cam hugs her, rubbing her back gently, “All the members have been asking how you’re doing.”

Briar’s heart swells at that. She truly loves most of the people she serves.

“A few of us are going out tonight if you want to join! Might be nice to get out. You’re more than welcome to bring Harry. I don’t think anyone will pay it any mind.”

Briar is silent, not sure how to answer.

“I gotta go back inside, but text me if you want to come.”

“I will, thanks,” she smiles earnestly.

She returns to tending to her cart, wincing as she squats down to clean off the wheels. Harry spent the morning inserting an anal plug in her for the first time.

There were some tears, but she took it like a champ. Harry took his time preparing her for it, mentally and physically. Her phone chimes as she stands back up.

🦊: How’s your 🍑?

She laughs at his emoji. At least he’s learning.

🐥: It wants your 🍆

🦊: Be good.

She sticks her phone back in her skort pocket. She’d love to bring Harry out for a staff outing, but what if someone snitches on them? She doesn’t know many of the other staff members well since she’s out on the course by herself most days.

She’ll bring it up to him, but she’s not sure how he’ll react.

“Hey, Birdie, how was your day?” Harry asks as Briar walks through his mudroom with Gus.

“It was good. Went by quickly,” she yawns. “Hey, so, Cam told me a bunch of them are going out tonight. She said you’re more than welcome to join.”

Harry moves his lips to one side, processing what she said.

“What do you think? I’m happy to do whatever you’re comfortable with. Do you know everyone that’s going?”

“That’s the thing. I’d only know Cam and Isaiah, maybe a few bar backs. Not sure if people that’ll be there are likely to snitch on us.”

“Do you…want to invite them over here, instead? It’s supposed to be a nice night. I can go to the store for some alcohol. We can order in for some food, too. Might incentivize the people who don’t know about us to keep it to themselves.”

“Hm, I like that idea,” she smiles, moving to stand in between his legs. “That’s really thoughtful, Daddy. Thank you.”

Briar texts Cam, and the plan is on. It’ll be about 15 of Briar’s co-workers. Many of them she’s seen around, but just hasn’t gotten to know. When Harry gets the OK, he sets off in search of seltzers, beer and some liquor. Briar spends the afternoon making sure everything is tidy.

Harry is extremely clean, so she mostly cleans up her own mess. She also turns one of Harry’s guest bedrooms into Gus’s oasis, complete with a sound machine to drown out any noise that could upset him. Harry arrives back home around 7, and immediately sets up his outdoor kitchen, stocking the cooler with ice and drinks.

Briar plates the food they ordered from the local sports bar down the street, being sure to write out little signs for each item. Harry lights a fire and turns on the string lights that surround the patio. They stand back and admire their work.

“Our first time hosting a party, Birdie!” he high-fives her.

Her co-workers start rolling in, Cam being the first, luckily. She stands post at the door, greeting them as they walk-in, being sure to introduce them to Briar.

It’s not as awkward as Briar thought; many of them seem super cool. Harry bonds with a few of the bar backs and bartenders around the practice putting green, while Briar hangs with the girls inside.

“Briar, your boyfriend is so nice!” a server, Lydia, beams. “Thanks so much for inviting us. Let us know if we can pitch in for food or drinks.”

“Yeah, he’s great,” she smiles shyly. The other girls disperse amongst Harry’s living room and patio. “And don’t worry about it, we’re happy to host.”

Lydia leans in, “Don't stress about Harry. I’m dating someone from the club, too. No one really cares.”

Briar is relieved, but now she’s curious who she’s dating.

When they all get outside is when the drinking games and shenanigans start. Harry can hang for the most part, but he definitely doesn’t miss being a 22 year old shithead like these guys.

They’re quickly running through the beer and seltzers, turning to taking shots of straight liquor. Briar’s head is cloudy, her eyes a bit droopy. Harry smiles, not ever really seeing her drunk before.

She’s loudly telling stories, yelling over the music bumping from the speaker. Harry nudges Briar discreetly, hoping she’ll talk quieter. The last thing he needs is Maureen popping over to see him hanging with people half his age.

She’s in the middle of her story when she spots Caroline walking through the door. “Caroline!” she shrieks, almost tackling her. Harry smiles, rising to his feet to give her a hug.

“Hi, Harry, thanks for inviting me,” Caroline says, surveying the rest of the group. Some are dancing, and a few are just standing by the fire.

“Feel free to spend the night if you don’t want to drive home. Briar told me you don’t really live close by anymore,” Harry says.

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” she smiles, waving him off as she grabs a drink.

The night goes on and everyone is having a blast. A few have gone home, leaving an even mix of girls and guys. Harry makes sure to survey everyone and assess if they’re okay to drive.

Briar pulls Harry inside to his living room, only to find Caroline making out with Max, one of the bartenders.

“Caro! What the fuck are you doing?”

Her eyes widen, darting back and forth between the guy and Briar. She stands up slowly with her hands up. “Briar, it’s okay. Asher and I broke up about two weeks ago.”

She looks down, unable to process this. She rushes over to Caroline, effectively pushing the bartender away. He looks at Harry, and Harry gives him a shrug in return.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve been right over there…”

Harry backs out of the kitchen, heading upstairs to check on Gus.

“You’re so happy, Bri, I couldn’t bog you down with my shit. You were right all along. That relationship was out of comfort, not love. I think he was even relieved.”

Briar hugs her, “You’re never a bother. You’re my sister, and I should’ve been there.”

“It’s alright. I promise, I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Briar says, shaking her shoulders. “As you were.”

Max reenters the living room, so Briar shouts, “She’s all yours!”

Briar heads upstairs, assuming that’s where Harry went. She finds him laying on the guest bed next to Gus, watching My Strange Addiction.

“Gus likes TLC shows,” Briar laughs. Her phone flashes that it’s 12:47 AM.

“Say the word and I’ll send everyone home,” she says, leaning down to run her face through Gus’s fur.

“I’m good if you’re good, baby.”

She stands there for a minute, before grabbing Harry’s hand to show him she still has her plug in. At this point, it’s become part of her.

“Dirty Birdie,” he chuckles softly as he fiddles with it. She leans in to give him a kiss.

“Okay, come down soon, alright?”

“Mmhm,” he says, closing his eyes lightly.

Briar smiles, closing the door gently, knowing he’ll probably fall asleep up there.

Back downstairs, Caroline is still cozied up with Max, and the rest of them are out by the fire. Cam yawns, stretching her arms over head.

“I think we’ll all get going, Briar.”

“Aw, thanks so much for doing this, guys. Harry and I just aren’t ready to put ourselves out in the open.”

Isaiah hugs Briar from the side, “No worries. Your secret is safe with us.”

Briar walks them all out, making sure they get into their Ubers and cars for the sober ones. She’s starts to clean up, Caroline still lingering in the living room.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“It’s okay. As long as you’re okay,” she smiles, picking up empty cans and cups.

“I think Harry is gonna shack up in the guest room with Gus, if you want to sleep in his bed with me,” Briar laughs.

“Sleepover!”

Briar peaks her head in the guest room, summoning Gus to go out to the bathroom one more time before bed. Harry is half on the bed, half off, his party outfit still on. She tries to lift his long legs, but they’re basically deadweight.

She gives up, taking Gus downstairs, finishing the ‘closing duties’, as she and Harry call them. She locks all the doors and shuts off the lights, opting to leave the cleaning for tomorrow.

She’s still tipsy, so she grabs two slices of pizza for herself and Caroline. Caroline found Briar’s drawer, snagging a pair of pajamas. She squeals when she sees the pizza in Briar’s hand.

“Oooo! And this bed is so fucking comfortable. I won’t wanna wake up tomorrow.”

“I know. Sometimes he has to drag me out of here,” she hiccups, taking a bite of the pizza with her eyes basically closed. They throw their half-eaten slices on the side table and slide under the covers.

Gus lays comfortably at their feet. Caroline speaks up, “These are clean sheets, right?”

“Ugh! Of course they are! We’re kinky, not unhygienic.”

“Just wanted to check!”

Around 5:10 AM, Harry jolts awake, confused why he’s in his guest room. Gus is nowhere to be found, so he stands, internally screaming at the pain his back is in.

He tip toes to his room, only to find Briar, Caroline and Gus cuddled up together. He smiles, not minding at all. He grabs the half-eaten pizza slices next to them and heads for the stairs. He hates being up this early, but he’s not sure he’ll be able to fall back asleep.

Hobbling down the steps, he groans at the mess left behind. He loves entertaining, but hates the aftermath. He empties the trash and recycling, grabbing a fresh bag to go around collecting the scattered cans and bottles outside. He spots a few cars still parked out front, relieved most of them got Ubers.

He hears the slider door open gently, and looks over to see Gus running out. Briar shuffles after him, her hair every which way and yawning hard.

“Morning, Birdie,” he says, kissing her gently. “Sorry I was a bad host at the end.”

“It’s okay. When I came to check on you and Gus, I knew you were a goner. I thought you were about to start snoring with your eyes open,” she laughs, wrapping her arms around him. “Caroline and I had a sleepover in your bed.”

“Did you now?” He smiles, knowing already.

“Yeah, she’s a better cuddler,” she teases.

He squints at her, swiftly lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

She squeals, “No, no I’m gonna yak!”

Harry chuckles, lowering her to the ground. They head inside to finish cleaning the kitchen, listening to some slow classic rock songs.

Harry can get used to Sunday mornings like this.

Caroline leaves, letting them know she’ll be seeing Max again. Then, it’s just the two of them.

Harry reached around, pressing on Briar’s plug. She mewls, lowering her head to his chest.

“Just gonna leave this in all the time now, Birdie? So I can see that pretty little hole all the time and use it how I like?”

“Yes, Daddy. All yours,” she starts to scratch down his chest over his shirt. “I want you to fuck my holes.”

Harry groans, throwing his head back. His cock begins to chub up, pressed against her thigh. He hoists her above his shoulder and carries her to his room. Caroline kindly made the bed they’re about to wreck.

Briar gets on the bed, quickly ridding herself of her clothes.

“How do you want me, Daddy?”

Harry is unbuckling his pants from the other side of the room.

“Mm, I think I want Hole #1 first.”

She cocks her head. Her mouth, she guesses?

She kneels, waiting for him to approach her. He stands at the foot of the bed, so she readjusts so she’s laying down, giving him a perfect view of her plug from his vantage point. She waits for his approval to start. The vein on the ridge of his cock looks enticing.

With her palms flat on the bed, Briar extends her neck to gently swirl her tongue at the tip of his cock. Closing her eyes at the taste, she welcomes him in half way, giving her mouth a delicious stretch. Harry places his hand on the back of her neck and snaps his hips forward, sending his cock straight down her throat.

Muffled, she screams, contracting her throat around him. He completes three more thrusts before pulling out of her, a string of her saliva connecting her lip and his tip. She peers up at him, her eyes landing on his dimpled smirk.

“Being such a good girl f’me.”

He pushes her head down his cock once more, gathering her hair into one hand. He uses his other hand to hold her head against him, brushing her nose against his pubic bone. He feels that familiar rumbling in his lower abdomen, so he pulls her off by her hair.

She sputters, looking up at him again. She doesn’t wipe her mouth of spit, because she knows he likes too see her fucked out at the end.

Harry joins her on the bed, laying his head right at the headboard.

“Come have a seat, lovie.”

Briar’s pussy twitches in excitement. She climbs on him, lowering herself on his mouth gently. He wastes no time diving in, making Briar clamp her legs around him in her crouched position. Harry opens her legs wide, and bends his knees, so she puts her hands behind her to rest on them like she’s in a crab position.

She’s already sopping wet. All Harry has to do is touch her for 30 more seconds and she’ll be begging to come. Paired with his intense licks and intrusions to her quivering hole, Harry reaches underneath to play with her plug. He slowly pulls it in and out of her. Her eyes roll back in her head.

He sticks his middle and ring finger into her cunt, feverishly thrusting them in and out. Paired with the plug going in and out, she’s a goner. But it isn’t a regular orgasm she’s feeling; it feels far more intense. She and Harry make eye contact, and he smiles, leaning his head back slightly with his mouth open.

Briar starts howling, and before she knows it, a rush of liquid shoots out of her, directly onto Harry’s whole face.

“Oh my god, Daddy!”

Harry returns to her cunt, lapping up the liquid, determined to make her do it again. He starts up the same process, this time quickening his pace. She reaches that feeling again, this time somehow more intense than the last.

“Again, baby. I want it.”

With a pathetic whimper, she releases again, this time mostly on Harry’s chest. He hasn’t shaved his chest hair in a bit, so the liquid pools deliciously in between his pecs.

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“Daddy,” Briar whines. “I can’t hold myself up anymore.”

“Okay, Birdie. Turn around for me. You’re gonna ride me facing the other way so I can see that little plug.”

Briar musters up the strength to turn around. She lines herself up over his cock, sinking down slowly. The plug slightly wiggles out of her as she moves, so Harry grabs it and pushes it back in.

She starts bouncing and swinging her hips around, trying to find that spot. She has a feeling Harry isn’t going to help her.

Though he loves looking at her ass, he wishes he could see her tits bouncing in front of his face.

“Baby, grab y’tits for Daddy. Want you to touch yourself how I do.”

Briar grips her tits; she’s not the most well-endowed in that department, but she has a solid handful. She lowers her neck to try and lick at her own nipple. She hums, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud.

She ceases bouncing, sinking all the way down onto his cock. Harry reaches around to press on her lower belly, feeling himself inside her.

“So good, baby. Your cunt was made for me. Who’s cunt is that?”

“Yours, Daddy! Don’t want anyone but you,” she cries.

Harry groans, finally thrusting into her. He feels her clench before releasing again. A little liquid seeps out, but not nearly as much as the last two. His girl is proper worn out.

Briar is drooling; her mouth hanging wide open from pleasure.

“Stick your thumb in your mouth, baby. Know you feel empty.”

She does it, suckling immediately. She doesn’t know how he reads her so well. She’d prefer his thumb, but this will do.

“Daddy, pleathe,” she whimpers.

“F-fuck yesssss,” Harry hisses, finally feeling like he’s about to come. “He we go, baby. Take my cock. Take my load.”

“I want it, I want, I want it!”

With that, Harry releases, draining everything he’s got in him. He feels like a hollow shell of a man. Briar drops down, her sweaty forehead resting on Harry’s shins. She clumsily turns around, his cock still lodged in her. She lays with her head on his chest, a little grossed out by the dampness.

“Daddy?” She says softly.

“Hm?” He asks, eyes closed.

“I thought you were gonna fuck my… my ass,” she trails off.

He scratches her back, “still think you need time, baby. How’s Daddy gonna fit in that tiny little hole?”

She laughs, clearly still feeling floaty. He zeros in on the stickiness surrounding them, so he encourages Briar to pull off of him, despite her protest.

“I know, baby. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

To get away from prying eyes, Harry invites Briar to one of his other country clubs, Ashmont. She’s not familiar with this club, or any of the members or employees. For once, they can be themselves in public.

For dinner, they’re in their nicest clothes. For Briar, a fitted, black dress and strapped heels; for Harry, an all black suit with yellow tinted sunglasses. He looks delicious, and Briar is struggling to sit still.

They talk about her MBA program, and some of the things she’s learning. Harry listens intently, asking follow up questions. Harry tells her about new investments and how Niall made a fool of himself in their last meeting by calling the CEO the wrong name several times.

The couple are sat at a lounge-style table, away from view of the rest of the patio. They’re pressed together, enjoying their wine and appetizers. Briar is feeling bold; clearly having learned nothing from her punishment earlier in the week.

She starts to move her hand up Harry’s thigh, moving dangerously close to his crotch. Harry clears his throat, grabbing his wine glass and taking a large sip.

“Birdie,” he begins. “What’re you doing?”

“Nothing, Daddy,” she says softly.

“If you don’t stop moving that little hand, it’s gonna be tied up for a long, long time.”

“Is that a threat?” She looks at him, gingerly sipping her wine. “Will you excuse me? I think I have to run to the ladies room. These panties feel too tight.”

Harry has an iron grip on his wine glass as he watches his girl go to the bathroom to taunt him. He counts to 25 before standing up and following her to the loo.

The bathroom area is ritzy; a large chandelier hanging over the waiting area. He cautiously opens the ladies’ room door, finding the hand washing area empty. He looks behind him before stepping inside and locking the door behind him. These country club biddies can wait.

He looks under the stalls, spotting Briar’s strappy black heels. He walks over slowly, dress shoes clicking on the floor. He lightly knocks on the stall door.

“Occupied!”

“This door will be off it’s hinges in a moment if you don’t open it.”

“Daddy? Is that you?” Briar says with fake surprise as she slowly opens the stall.

He stares at her, his jaw locked, “Whatcha doing in here, Birdie?”

Briar bites her lip. “Nothing?”

“Mhm. What do you have on under your dress?”

“Nothing?”

Harry reaches for the hem of her dress, pulling it back before letting out a groan. Her perfect bare pussy absolutely dripping.

“Daddy, can you touch me? Then I’ll be good throughout dinner?”

He nods, rolling his eyes. Upon making contact with her clit, Briar’s eyes close, her head rolling to her shoulder. Harry kisses down her exposed neck, holding back from marking her. He rubs around her clit, paying more attention to the left side than the right. She keens at the sensitivity.

Briar begins panting, and puts her hands on his shoulder, “I’m close, Daddy,” she chokes out.

He circles the nerve endings a bit more, before they hear a knock on the door. The sudden attention to the door and Harry’s sloppy rubbing of her clit make her cum instantly.

Harry smirks, kissing her neck. “I think someone wants to be caught one of these days.”

She rolls her eyes, smoothing out her dress. She opens the stall while Harry stands on the toilet seat so no one can see his shoes.

She hustles to the door, unlocking to find an older woman, her frown lines prominent.

“Sorry about that, not sure how that got locked.”

The woman continues past her, entering the stall next to Harry’s.

Briar sticks her hand under the hand dryer, eliciting a loud noise throughout the bathroom, giving Harry the opportunity to jump off the toilet seat and make a run for it.

They leave the restroom hand in hand, giggling the whole way back to their table.

They’re about halfway through their second bottle of 1982 Gaja Barbaresco, when another couple stops at their table. The man reaches out to shake Harry’s hand, and Harry rises to meet him.

“Harry! How are you? It’s been ages since we’ve seen you here,” he bellows.

“Jonathan, so good to see you,” he shakes his hand before turning his attention to the woman. “Annalise, I hope you’re well,” he gives her a kiss on her cheek.

Harry turns to introduce Briar. “This is my girlfriend, Briar,” he smiles. Briar smiles at the couple, extending her hand to both of them. Her stomach starts to swirl at the word ‘girlfriend’, still not used to the term to the people outside their bubble.

The men begin to chat, Briar tuning them out until her ears perk up at the next words out of Jonathan’s mouth.

“I thought you swore off Wynnewood after Camille called off the wedding? What brought you back there?” Jonathan asks.

Harry’s eyes widen, not daring to look in Briar’s direction. He hadn’t yet divulged that part of his life to her. He presses his fingernails into his palms to self regulate.

She’s not naïve; Harry is 41. He’s bound to have had serious relationships in the past, but an engagement? She feels he should have shared that with her by now. She’s successfully tuned out the rest of the conversation, opting to look at the floor.

Jonathan rambles on for 10 more minutes, Harry anxiously nodding to everything he's saying. He lets up when the hostess interrupts to let them know their table is ready.

Harry sends the couple off, before aggressively dragging his chair to be directly next to hers, their knees touching. He places a gentle touch on her thigh.

“Baby, this is not at all the place I ever wanted to have this discussion,” he says quietly, a subtle shake in his voice.

Briar is silent, unsure what to even say. They’d spent hours talking about any subject; sharing each other’s deepest secrets, or so she thought. They spent hours in his hammock planning her future animal sanctuary and retiring together in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. No where in that time was a fiancée mentioned.

To have the best evening and months spent together come crashing down in a matter of seconds; Briar can’t stomach it.

He is unsettled by her silence. His spunky, firecracker of a girl who always has something to say, is silent. He takes out his wallet, hands shaking and leaves $600 to cover the bottles of wine and the appetizers that have gone uneaten. He firmly guides her out of the restaurant to his car by her elbow, scared that if he lets go, she'll bolt.

He’s taking huge strides in the parking lot, before Briar drops his hand and begins falling behind. He feels a twinge in his heart.

“I don’t know if I can go with you right now,” she says quietly.

“Baby, I— I need to get this out in the open. Tell you everything. Absolutely everything,” he pleads, his voice cracking. He places his hands on his head to ground himself. “Please, come with me. Let’s go home.”

Tears are threatening to fall from his eyes, his breathing getting more labored. There is more to the story than Jonathan revealed.

She silently agrees, slowly walking to the passenger side door. She opens it and slowly sits down, leaning her head on the window sadly after she shuts the door.

Harry’s knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, feeling like he can throw up at any time. He gets them to the house in record time, jumping out of the car to help her out. She welcomes his assistance to step out, but doesn’t take his hand when he offers.

They go inside to his big comfy couch, the scene of their first connection. They sit adjacent to one another, a full foot of space between them. They haven’t been this far apart in ages.

After a few excruciating minutes of silence, Harry speaks up, “Do—do you want me to tell you everything, or would you like to ask me questions?”

She ponders, staring at her finger nails. “Questions,” she whispers.

He nods, staring at her intently. She can take as long as she’d like.

She swallows thickly, “Tell me about her.”

“S-sure. Camille was the first woman I dated after college. We were introduced by mutual friends from when I studied abroad in France,” he begins, his voice wavering. Briar’s expression is blank, waiting for him to continue. “She’s a model and an editorial writer for a magazine there.”

“How long were you together?”

“We were together about nine years. Things got very serious, very fast. After a year of long distance, she moved to the US, since I finally got my green card through work,” Harry clears his throat.

“We lived in several cities around the country, but spent most of our time in New York. We moved back to this area to be able to have a home and be close to friends,” he inhales.

“I proposed to her when we closed on our house. This was about 8 years ago, around the time I joined the club. We planned the entire wedding at Wynnewood, and three days before, I found a letter on our bed with the ring sitting beside it,” Harry sniffles, not wanting to cry.

“It said she was pregnant, but just couldn’t see herself raising the baby with me — or in the US. She moved back to France, and I’ve barely heard from her since.”

Briar's eyes close at the word pregnant. She reopens them, willing herself not to cry.

“I just know I have a son and that he’s 7 years old,” Harry exhales, staring sadly into Briar’s eyes. Her heart sinks below her feet. “I wanted to tell you so many times. I promise, I did.”

Briar’s heart breaks into a million pieces as the man she thought she knew falls apart in front of her.

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IM SORRY IM SOSORRY SORRY OK.. TALK TO ME AFTER U READ OK

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#harry styles fanfic #fairway to heaven #harry styles smut #dom!harry #harry styles fanfiction #daddy!harry #oh my god #older!harry #harry styles imagine #harry styles #daddy!h

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Avis Abstraction #6: Gym buds

You are now friends with Mason Reed. You can now message and call each other and see info like Active Status and when you've read messages.

Oct 26th 2044

Me: Hey bro Mason: Heyyy dude haha. Nice to finally meet you Me: Same. ngl i was kinda scared about signing up for the abyss. Thought they’d hook me up with someone i couldn’t vibe with.

Mason: lol. Yh i’m chill. Tho you’re lucky. I didn’t even know about that weird chip thing. Shit hurt when they put it in. did you feel like…tingles too?Me: Yh i did. Was kinda like getting an electric shock but good?? Mason: Weird. Guess we’re gym buds now tho. Can’t wait til we can workout. My weeks a little packed but i’ll defo hit you up when i’m headed to The abyss Me: Sweet dude. We can hash out our split and everything another time. Mason: For sure bro.

Oct 29th 2044 Me: Yo dude, are you on your way to the gym? Mason: yeah actually. I just got off work and thought i’d do a really quick chest workout. How’d you know haha? Me: Idk..i just kinda felt it. Maybe that’s one of the chip functions? No clue. I’m already on my way now tho if you wanna train together Mason: Damn dude yeah i’d love that! So strange, as soon as you said that I got super hyped up. Me: Awesome bro. I’m like 5 mins away. You get warmed up and I’ll chug some preworkout.

Oct 30th 2044 Mason: dude what days do you train? I’m thinking bout changing up my work schedule so i can gym more. Last night was the fuckin best workout i’ve ever had in my life! Me: IKR. God i broke so many of my PRs. The pump is insane. Still sore haha Mason: How about we hit it 6 days a week. It was really awesome to just hang and vibe in the gym ya kno. Me: yeah dude i’d be down for that Mason: Sick, i’ll call my manager to see if he can schedule me different. So pumped Me: Nice. So what are we training today bro? Legs Mason: Legs Mason: Yooo basically in sync nice haha. Me: Lol. See you in an hour? Mason: bet

Nov 5th 2044 Me: Yo Mason: I know.. Me: you know what? Mason: I know what you’re feeling bro. I feel it too. But fuuuuck its rest dayyy. I just wanna train with you. This week alone has been one of the best weeks of gym EVER. Idk if its just the chip talking but damn I love training with you. Me: Wanna head to the gym. Just do something light? Maybe get a protein shake after? Mason: Already packing my bags. ------------------------------------------- Dec 8th 2044 Mason: Bro killer workout today. We were fucking monstrous. Mason: I had a chat with the Gym owner and he says we’re progressing faster than the majority of the other Chipped dudes. Me: Yo really? That feels amazing to know fuck…like really amazing. Gotta work harder. Blow away the competition dude 💪💪 Mason: Yeah. Honestly i see it dude. You’re looking fucking massive lately Me: No way brah. You’ve been bulking like a madman these last couple months [Mason Sent a Picture]

Mason: It’s all you bro. Wouldn’t be at this level without your help. Next year’s gonna be crazy.

Jan 6th 2045 Mason: No homo bro, but your pecs are looking so fucking massive. I swear every time i saw you flex em my chip went off like crazy. Just bolting lol. Me: Oh yeah bro 😏? Mason: Yh Mason: Broooo noo stop it shittt i can feel that in my chip. Me: LOL OMG i didn’t know it could do that. That’s so fucking cool Mason: haha..yeah. Just like chill with it ok bro Mason: STOP Me: ok ok lol. These fucking chips are wild bro. Don’t even know how most of the stuff works yet. Me: woah dude wtf are you doin? Mason: I know you’re jelly of my god quads so i was trying to get you back. Guess it worked lol Me:Lol. Fucking love you bro Me: No homo Mason: lil homo? Me: haha Mason: Ya know bro, i’ve got room in my apartment. Maybe we should like room together? It’d make setting up workouts super easy Me: really dude? That’d be great! Lets hash it out some more tomorrow for Pull day. Mason: Totally

March 20th 2045 Me: hey bro.. Mason: Yo dude, wassup? I’m loving spring break in Fiji. Having a great time Me: Thats nice…you gotta get back here bro.. Mason: Wdym? Me: Its torture just like Me: IDK man. I try to keep working out. I try to keep the pump up, but jesus. Going to the gym without you is miserable Me: I feel weaker. Smaller. Fuck i feel like my chip is punishing me every time i enter that building without you. But then when i don’t go it’s like my entire brain is being eaten from the inside Me: It feels so fucking bad. I just wanna kneel and never get up. So hard to keep going Me: Please bro. I know It’s a lot to ask but just hurry home. I miss you. I miss us… Mason: Okay bro. I know what you mean. Hang in there for a few more days. I’ve been missing the pump too and the gyms here don’t really seem to hit as hard as ours anyway. Me: I’ll try. I promise. Going crazy here. Thanks bro Mason: I’ll bring you back something from Fiji. Can’t wait to lift with you again.

-------------------------------------------- May 1st 2045 Mason: Hey dude are you busy? Me: ? yeah bro i’m just out in the living room. Wassup? Want me to come to you? Mason: NO. Don’t Mason: I can’t look at you right now Me: Okay??.. Mason: Idk what it is bro..I think its the chip but fuck Mason: The last few gym sessions we’ve had Mason: I see you and the weight you’re lifting and the progress you’ve made Mason: And then i look at my own progress Mason: And I just get…fucking upset? Mason: Because you’re not progressing fast enough dude. It’s making me look bad Me:Bro wtf?! Mason: Look at this [Mason sent a picture]

Mason:I’m fucking massive compared to you. All the other chipped bros look on par with each other, but i’ve got 15 lbs on your ass. Me: Yeah…i guess.. Mason: We’ve gotta work harder bro. I fucking love you. I can’t have you being weaker than me. It makes me sick. Makes me fucking angry Me: Yeah, we’re chipped for life. There’s no going back Me: FUCK Mason: Feel that? Exactly. You’ve gotta get back on my level bro. Otherwise, well… Mason: I can feel the chip bro. Mason: I don’t like what it’s making me feel Mason: But i’ll act on it if it goes on long enough Me: Thanks bro. I needed this. I’ll be better, I promise…For you. Mason: For us..💙 Me: For us...Can I still come to your room dude? Mason: Sure bro. Calmed down a bit...think we might lose the deposit on the place tho..Ignore the holes..

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Jul 17th 2045 Me: Bro? Me: Bro??? Me: Mason dude where tf are you i’ve been waiting at the gym for like an hour Me: i’m just gonna start bro. Me: Mason bro wtf’s going on is your chip acting up? Me: Fuck. Fuk bro Me: Stop whatever you’re doing bro thats not funny. Me:Cut it out! Me: Fuck me dude what is this

Jul 18th 2045 Mason: Sorry bro. My bad. Guess i shoulda told you. Me: Tld m wut bro? My chipz ben goin off all fucking nt Me: Fuk can barelt tyoe. Bods liek pulsing. cnt thinkkk Mason: I heard from one of the other chipped dudes down at the gym that there was a guy upstate who’s been jailbreaking the chips. Installing cool new firmware updates. He said he Only needed one of us cause the softwares connected, but i guess you need to go too. Me: WTF bro thts so fucked up! Hw cud u di tht Mason: Tho if i’m being honest. I don’t really need an update. You were the one lagging behind bro. Lets just keep it like this for a bit and see what happens Me: Cnyoujuststopthepingigbro Mason: Haha sorry. I think that’s the roider protocol. Supposed to send a shiver every time your chipbro thinks about getting bigger. Guess i’ve had one thing on my mind all night. My bad Mason: K should be good Me: This is high-key fucked mason. Mason: Wanna go the gym? Me: fuck…yes. Me: I’m getting my gear ready. See you in 20 mins..fucker. Mason: Oh bro btw [Mason sent a picture]

Me: fucking hell bro. Ok 10 mins

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faithfromanewperspective · 8 months

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remember being in a horrid shitty mood catching the bus back to my parents, thinking, if they just painted a bus lane on the fucking road my journey could take less than 45 minutes and be way more reliable. wondering why it isn't there, the infrastructure, surely i could afford the jail time if i just went out there and built it, they wouldn't tear it down right? footpaths and shit. cause it's still a pretty rural area. instead i'm sitting on the bus destroying my mental health, no wonder i feel better having moved out of the area, when every car that cuts in front of us and all the traffic we can't just zoom past feels like a personal put-down, an insult to my way of life that i've chosen because it's better for all of us, not just me.

and realising, when my head's out of the constant frustration of it having moved out to somewhere walkable, i can see it 'above the trees' if you will that i can whine and bitch about it all i can (and believe me i have) but any change like the one i want, is political. we do this for the city, we as the whole city do it together. of course it would be good, say the 3+ million of us living in greater brisbane, soon to be 4, 5, 6, 7 million in the leadup to 2032 and after, but it's the tragedy of the commons isn't it? my priority, say 3+ million minus one self-supporting adult in this soon-to-be megacity, is getting to work every day and putting food on the table. i've never had that strong of a survival drive, I'd rather do the right thing and invest my choices into something that makes for a better city than be able to work or eat but when it comes to my mental health? sometimes you've gotta learn the hard way, some things you can't change, and it's not worth losing everything over. you can't think if you're exposing yourself constantly to what's fucking up your brain like if i punished myself for the inaction of the city it might make it better.

i'm starting to learn it doesn't. change is political, it's about power, and people are like water (bear with me, i'm a hydrologist) because it takes volume, all going a certain way, to make the biggest impact. have the strongest force. erode grooves in rocks and wash away entire buildings (this is brisbane, we've seen it happen). what we need, is all these people, 3+ million of us and more, coming together around an idea. getting together, council can't do anything to stop a majority, not in australia at least, and the functionality of a city is something we all need. heck, traffic is bad for all of our mental health and i would bet both my kidneys that the impact of it on our lives and relationships is understudied and underreported exponentially. we can solve this, but individual choices alone don't do shit.

so i'll stop beating myself up for not being able to simply will all the traffic lights along my commute to be green, and turn the energy i put into being mad at all of those stupid annoying cars into the things i do best. it turns out i'm really fucking good at drawing up ideas and connecting with people. so i'll stop beating myself up about the fact that the uni degree i did so i'd know about these things and the job i do for Experience and Sustenance meant i haven't had time to do all of these things As Soon As I Thought Of Them (like you always got told to do for your homework assignments). instead i'll think in larger timeframes. 9 years til the olympics. 2 to finish my masters degree. 27 til the rest of the world is carbon negative like tasmania and bhutan. what can i do in each of these timeframes? and how can i prioritise it?

as i coax my brain slowly out of fight or flight, as i put my pencils and watercolours and maps to annotate out on the table in front of me and say 'take your time, but you're allowed to do what you love' i know the places that have marked on my soul stand out to me. south east queensland right out to the bay. western sydney and bringing dignity to our second cbd, parramatta. queenstown tasmania, for some reason. the murray-darling basin as a whole, gundagai and the murrumbidgee at its heart. the red dirt centre of this great land and all the peoples and cultures it holds. i can hold all of their perspectives. i can train my intuition to find out all of their needs. i can put myself into 26 million pairs of shoes and decorate the lands and i can do it respectfully and lovingly like i'm tattooing my own skin because it might as well be. tattoo it with the needs of all of us and all who have gone before. blueprints of functionality, functionality we don't have, and then meet all 26 million souls (okay, i probably only need 2 million if we're starting from brisbane) and say to them, would you dream this dream with me? will you imagine this lifestyle where you're less burdened? can you be a part of simply talking about it, because that's how we're going to make it happen? can you improve it, make it better, make it yours, knowing that when you do it imprints itself on your heart a little more, you feel a part of it? and then we're all part of it. it takes years, but it can happen.

so i guess i've got my life's work cut out for me, and i'm so fucking glad i could figure this out from something that has been frustrating me to no end, because 'you can't change it' doesn't work for me unless you switch it out like a child's toy for something more big and exciting that i can change instead. fuck you, conformity. i found what it can be for me. a dream so big it doesn't matter if i can only do some of it--and who says i have to limit myself to australia?

#urban design #personal mental health tag #silver bridges #urban planning #sustainable transport #sustainable lifestyles #sustainable development goals #socio hydrology #neurodivergence #not to mention climate change mitigation

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chevvy-yates · 7 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Decided it is time for another update so here's a longer post to what I've been up to and stuff that circles around in my head lately.

tagging:

@medtech-mara, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @itzsassha, @humberg, @kittenchrissy, @rosapexa, @cinnamon-mey, @heywoodvirgin, @dreamskug, @drunkchasind, and everyone who sees and wants to do as well.

No pressure as always!

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1. CHARACTERS & LORE

Let's begin with sth. first I have on my mind for a while: As this fandom (sadly) seems to fall more and more apart, I would like to know if there are still people interested in reading actual lore content or not. As some of you know my dear friend @nervouswizardcycle and I are continously building up some sort of our own expansion after the main game events with rp/fic, character builds, backstory lore and support by vp and it eats a lot of time. The lack of interactions on tblr during the last few months and in several discord servers has led to me not posting a lot anymore either (beside my mental exhaustion phases that come and go). It seems more active again though, as majority already played Phantom Liberty by now or are right into it, so they slowly come back bc they presumably avoided spoilers. —————— So, here is me wondering how many following my blog are 'really' interested to see me sharing all lore of the boys (including story parts) or does the majority prefer just to see pretty pics and that's it? —————— (I've wanted to add a poll here but it doesn't let me save my post so I might do it in a seperate one a bit later) I know: it's my blog, I post what I like in the first place, and I'll likely continue that way but somehow I would like to know if it's worth the effort of formating and thinking about how the posts could look or if I can take that time to do something else with it instead if there's less interest. So, I would just keep it in my tiny discord server I share with my rp partner(s)/in private chats with those interested bc it's gotten to be a lot and we are still at the very start it feels.

2. SKILLS, CYBERWARE & HUMANITY LOSS

As I'm the type that can't have ocs with no background/lore, I sat down the other day and did a build for each with their skills, wrote down what chrome everyone got (incl. additional c-ware from the lore books plus I'm reading e.g. into what programs my runner twins are likely to make use of). It went this far that my friend used the amount of the game's 'cyberware capacity' as 'humanity loss'. It is used in the lore books/ttrpg anyways. So I've counted all my boys possible capacity* and use it as humanity loss (HL) now which led me to thinking about which one of my ocs goes to get treatment and how often they go to see a MedTech on regular base. I thought I could give them a certain minus amount to reduce the HL for each depending on how much or less c-ware they got — e.g. Thyjs as soldier has most (but all is good Militech chrome) and used to go and still goes regularly so his HL gets a huge reduce — whereas Ryder's gets always nulled no matter how often he gets threatment, because BEAST (rogue AI) eats it away each time (to understand that in full you probably have to know the story). Ry must have most HL loss as he often walks along the edge towards cyberpsychosis, so I'm forced to reduce Thyjs' with most c-ware installed a huge amount. And that's how I made it now. It's probably far away from canon ttrpg as my 'canon cp world' consists of 75% game, 20% lorebooks and 5% own added ideas I haven't seen on the lore yet. And I like it that way I gotta say. On a little side note: It also had me thinking about creating a new support character for the team that could be in fact a MedTech. But I won't do that anytime soon.

* some things might still change as I slowly started playing their playthroughs and skill them for real now. I love each build so far because it's a whole different experience! And playing someone with noe netrunning ability is hell as I was only usedto paly netrunner before.

3. FIC SNIPPET TIME

I decided to give you an insight of what I've roughly written yesterday about Ryder and Thyjs having a talk about how they feel for each other:

“Ik ben eerlijk. I liked that accidental kiss we shared a-and i-ik find je leuk, Ry. Probably more as— a friend is supposed to do.” De Wit instantly starts feeling nauseous and something tightens around his stomach but he needs to get it off of his heavy feeling soul. “I-I guess I have stronger feelings for you than I had expected and it’s confusing me.” He frowns, “It’s not usual for me. Never felt any kind of such an attraction towards other men. I-It’s just you— I think I might be into you, Ryder.” The last sentences came in a mere murmur than spoken and Ryder’s name was only a light whisper. Thyjs didn’t dare to look to his left. He feared he would lose his new gained friend now because he said his stupid thoughts aloud. Instead he continues staring at the distant horizon feeling the lump in his throat only getting heavier. The sun was already half arisen and the sky was painted in a bright orange and yellow fading out into never ending blue. After de Wit seems to have finally finished his long talk, Ryder realizes the pack has fallen out of his hands. He needed to repeat in his mind what Thyjs just told him. Did the man really pour out his heart to him at this very moment? He couldn’t believe it at first. The pale soldier he obviously secretly fell for just told him he was having feelings for him that reach further than friendship? It took him what seemed like an eternity to get out of his frozen state. Ry moves up into a straighter position, still supporting his body with his right forearm, turning more towards Thyjs, who is still watching the rising sun with a rather sad look on his face blinking every once in a while. Eventually Scharfenberg brings up his left hand to reach for the older man’s face and de Wit suddenly feels two fingers under his chin making him look at the younger man again. He sees a tiny smile on those dark lips he caught himself looking at so many times in utter secrecy. That tiny smile that’s usually the base for a brighter even more heartwarming smile baring dangerous fangs who make the man look frightening, but smiling like that? Thyjs often caught himself thinking Ry looked cute with these fangs as well. Ry sees Thyjs’ confusion as his eyes look questioning right back at him. So Ry better says something now. “I-Ich äh—” he clears his throat, “—I don’t know where to start. How to talk feelings in the first place.” Letting Thyjs talk himself off seemed to be right for Ryder and it was worth it, because he thinks it’s the most earnest confession someone has ever made to him, yet he doesn’t know how to answer to all this best. So he decides to place himself into a sitting position, to look the soldier boy straight into the eyes. His gaze gets distracted by Thy’s slightly opened lips for a split second. It is the same situation as earlier downstairs, only that Ry has his fingers still under de Wit’s chin and starts to lead his face towards the other man. Just a few inches are left between them and Thyjs can feel the younger man’s warm breath on his skin. He also has this incredible sight at those beautiful male black eyelashes again the very moment they cast down and then he feels those same lips from before on his own with such a soft pressure that again he closes his eyes in an instant and starts to revel in that same electricity running through him but also the revenant paralyze surrounding him again.

It is just a brief kiss, similar to the one in the apartment downstairs but shyer in its move. As soon as it happened it ended. Ryder opens his eyes afterwards immediately because he fears somehow the man in front of him would get up, step back and turn away but instead he still feels his chin pressed softly against his fingers. It casts another tiny smile onto Ryder’s face as his now racing heart skips a beat or two, seeing that Thyjs didn’t make a move nor a sound. His eyes open now as well and Ry swears he’s never seen heterochromia looking so soft but also surprised at the same time at him like Thyjs does right now. He waits for a reaction but Thyjs just keeps looking at him, lips parting shortly just to close again. “What? — Did that make you that speechless now?” Ry asks with nearly the same surprisement. Thyjs lets out a heavy breath and nods, eyes totally lost looking at him which lets Scharfenberg put on a warm smile. “Want to— try again?” Thyjs swallows his unspoken words that gathered in his throat he couldn’t speak aloud and nods again. Heavier, his lips turning into a smile as well and his eyes are suddenly filled with happiness and relief, like he’s telling Ryder that he cannot wait to have their lips meeting once more and to feel that intense buzz from before as it spreads through his entire body like when he’s powering up electricity. This feeling right now? It’s strong and sends an entirely new sensation through him. Is dat het gevoel van vlinders in je buik? He wonders but doesn’t get much more time to think about it because Ryder choses to lean in for a second time.

It can and probably will be rewritten or changed but I definitely want to have it this way! Thjys starts talking and talking almost doing a monologue instead of a dialogue until he comes to the final point and Ryder wants to respond with words but doesn't know how to (he may find them a bit later) and just does what's best: kiss this soldier. I'll max out this kissing scene for a lot more pages just because I can.

I love the idea of Thyjs as war machine being totally romantic and getting super takative when alone with Ryder. And Ryder definitely is a soft romatic boy, alsways was bu Beast made his life harder to show this side more but Thyjs gets to see it also in private.

4. VP

Since I do more 'actual play the game' now even though I have installed most of all mods back, I rarely do pics atm. If I do, they are just rather nice pics where I try to use the ingame light rather than to spawn spot lights. here's a preview of what comes next:

I have so many ideas I want to put into reality. Especially pics that underline the rp/fic chapters mentioned above. But I'm not going to force myself. I'll see what I can realize for the rest of the year and what gets to be stamped as a New Year's resolution. I'll probably focus on a few blorbo pics this weekend because Ryder's birthday is around the corner (31st October) and Jay's boyfriend Enzolino has just a day prior. So if I can manage, I'll do that in the first place.

Thanks for reading! <3

#wip wednesday #wip #fic snippet #vp preview #thoughts #long post #not behind a cut sry friendos #cyberpunk 2077

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wangmiao · 11 months

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LOOK AT MY THREE-BODY MERCH!!!

i finally got some time and energy to properly take photos of my three-body merch. i'm not really a merch guy. while i know it's not much, but trust me, i've never bought so many stuff just for one piece of media before.

photo 1 and 2 are two of the few official merch for the tv show. obviously, i bought them for shiwang (aka turkey bodyguard and turkey scientist). i love that even in cartoon turkey form, you can still see miaomiao being tired and fed up while dashi has that smug smile on his face. my major complaint is that the countdown on dashi is completely wrong because he doesn't even start it until 1018 hours in the show, but it's at 1186 hours on the mug.

photo 3 is a sweatshirt of the droplets that will appear later in the trilogy. this is just a super cool looking pattern to put on there.

photo 4 is ye wenjie and redcoast base stuff. there's a "do not answer" coffee tumbler (the urge to just type tumblr lol), and ye wenjie's work journal from 1969 in the form of evidence collected by shi qiang. i haven't opened the plastic wrap of it because it gotta travel with me later and it's easier to pack it in this way.

photo 5: besides the pdc and eto pins, i wanted to get some more merch for stuff that appear later in the trilogy. the asian fleet dog tag is zhang beihai's and his name is engraved on the other side of the tag. those 2 neck straps are actually usb-c cables for phones. i got them because i could never find my cables whenever i need them lol. the cables are in the themes of the dark forest, and luo ji + wallfacer project. that tiny roll of tape has a lot of characters on them, but it's much smaller than i expected lol.

photo 6: photo 1 - 5 are all official merch, but the stuff in this photo are not. it's just a boxset of printed stuff i bought from a store on douyin. the selection of everything is random, so i'm super glad that i got plenty of miaomiao here, especially the pins. besides photos and posters, there are 3 types of cards, the slightly curved ones on top right are the best ones with almost plastic like texture and perfect color/printing. there are also 3 very nice shiqiang scenes there. the rest of the cards are mediocre and there're some repeating photos, but i'm glad that i got a lot of ye wenjie and shi qiang there. the photobook is excellent because the print is perfect. there are 6 photos in the book for the 4 leads (you know who). general chang and shen yufei got 4 photos, and the other recurring character got 2. then there are a few pages dedicated to shiwang, and lastly, the second half of the photobook are posters. honestly, all those photos are already in my phone/computer in electronic form, but i just had the urge to get them in physical form somehow. i'm going to buy some passholders with hard plastic cover, and put some of the cards in there to make them into keychains. trust me, i've never done this for any other piece of media. i've never even got the courage to publicly display my love of some tv show, but i just gotta do it for this show.

#three body #三体 #three body probem #the three body problem #3 body problem #three body merch #turkey bodyguard and turkey scientist #wang miao #shi qiang #ye wenjie #cdrama #i've obviously obsessed #kunsposts #posts*

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 8 months

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OC Questions Tag

Thanks for the tag @annlillyjose!!!

Will do this for Changing States because JEREMIAH BOYS RISEEE!!

5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!)

hot, hot, hot, hot, hot (LMAO SORRY).

am I WRONG (HE'S AN ANGELLLL - okay so angelic, sleek, fashionable, warm, beautiful <3)

Who inspired your OC?

Jeremiah appeared out of nowhere & isn't inspired by anyone! I was in Maryland when I created him during a writing sprint. He wasn't supposed to be a major character but the chemistry between him and Harrison took me by surprise that I had to keep going. I'll paste the first note I have of JJ under the cut (and the scene it turned into for those wondering about my drafting process).

Give me a song to define your OC

Changing States playlist HERE but one of the most important driving songs rn is Faith by George Michael because "oh but I need some time off from that emotion time to pick my heart up off the floor oh when that love comes down without devotion well it takes a strong man baby but I'm showing you the door cuz I gotta have faith" (waiting & the concept of faith are soooo important to CS!).

If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

Jeremiah is the WARMEST greeter in the world. He would def go for a hug after asking (UNLESS he knew you don't like hugs--like me!).

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

YES PLEASEEEEEE my heart feels warm every time I think of him! <3 really generous, attentive but not clingy, deeply empathetic.

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC

Gracious, gold. <3

Tagging @dallonwrites, @subtlefires & @encrucijada if u want (and an open tag!!!)

OKAY RACHEL FUN DRAFTING INSIGHTS BELOW!!

So a big part of the Moth Work drafting process occurred on my PHONE!!! As a teenager I didn't always have my computer on me lol (me in my 20s with my emotional support laptop lmao), so I wrote a lot of "scene skeletons" in the notes app. I actually envyyyy this process looking back because I RARELY think when I write now <3

But here's the very first Jeremiah note, though I did actually create him DURING the writing sprint (lol I love my brain):

At the motel Harrison becomes interested in Jeremiah. On their first night him and Lonan fall asleep only for Lonan to be missing along with the car the next morning. Harrison, distressed, is noticed by Jeremiah who is finished with his night shift. He realizes he’s distressed and asks if he’s okay. Do you need a ride somewhere? He asks Harrison. Harrison nods. They go to the Chinese restaurant and get the egg rolls. Harrison learns Jeremiah is a part time student at the university. He’s charming and wears a bracelet and has scribbly tattoos on his forearm. Harrison goes back to his apartment after breakfast and he fixes him a drink. Jeremiah puts on disco music and dances and Harrison is entranced by the way he moves. Harrison takes off his jacket and slings it on the back of the bar chair. You live here alone? My roommate is backpacking in Vietnam. He passes him his drink. How long have you worked at the hotel? Since I moved here. It pays the bills. Dance with me? Jeremiah asks. Harrison gets up and they move together, limber limbs. The music moves through his throat and the drink is good. He’s successfully enchanted by this boy.

The above note became three separate scenes, most of which is the penultimate scene in chapter 5 (Dead Disco).

"On their first night him and Lonan fall asleep only for Lonan to be missing along with the car the next morning.

The next morning when the light filters through the cheap lace curtains and the hum of the freeway harmonizes with the birds, Harrison wakes up to find Lonan gone. At first, he doesn’t panic—it’s easy to list solutions for his absence. It’s easy to check the bathroom and excuse the miniature bottle of shampoos sitting in place like pieces on a game board, the towels still folded, as Lonan being extra methodical. It’s easy to head outside to check if he’s on the porch with a box of cigarettes, and easy to excuse the empty space as a walk gone on too long. It’s easy to head to the lobby to check for a dining area only to realize there isn’t one. What isn’t easy is finding an answer for the missing car when he checks the lot ten minutes later.

early chapters MW lonan irritates me sm we should all kill him <3

2. "He realizes he’s distressed and asks if he’s okay. Do you need a ride somewhere? He asks Harrison. Harrison nods. They go to the Chinese restaurant and get the egg rolls."

Harrison continues fiddling with his zipper. He retraces the night previous, from check-in, to losing the car, to finding Lonan with the cigarettes, every word a curse, how of course he took the keys, how of course Harrison was too angry last night to notice. The sunlight scabs the ceiling of Greta, the parking space the car once idled in now empty. So many directions to turn—out of the front lot, the back, left on the main road, or right. Harrison looks back at Jeremiah who’s still fluffing his hair with the pick. “Is there a place close by where I can grab something to eat? Or at least a coffee?” he asks. Jeremiah leans back to grab another stack of those familiar coupons. He sets them down on the desk and says, “I think you know my stance on these egg rolls. I’ll take you.”

And the rest of the note (in JJ's apartment):

Disco isn’t dead. It’s all an illusion. This is what Jeremiah says when Harrison asks why he has a disco ball hanging from his popcorn ceiling. His apartment is small and decorated like it’s Paris in the 70s, broad windows, a dozen mason jars of propagated ivy. Harrison sits on a barstool at the counter. His head has stopped pounding because Jeremiah gave him Ibuprofen and a vat of hard candies to suck on. He currently mixes him a cocktail behind his kitchen island and it’s blue like Lonan’s eyes so Harrison drinks it without looking. Harrison knows he shouldn’t drink around a stranger, but Jeremiah’s got a handmade bracelet and scribbly tattoos on his forearm so it’s hard not to trust him. Photo prints of hostels in Japan, statues in Europe, cathedrals in Paraguay decorate the walls in perfectly cut rectangles. Each is plumed with a dried flower and it reminds Harrison so much of Emily, he looks away, back to the Lonan-coloured drink. He studies the shot glass like it isn’t transparent, the grooves around the perimeter, the engraving that reads Cancun 1987. He loses Jeremiah’s absent swish around him and gets lost in the blue. The trifecta amazes him, how a colour as unnatural as this has manifested in Lonan’s eyes, his earring, this drink. He tips the glass back and finishes it in one go, and even though it’s strong of artificial blueberries, his mouth is tasteless. “You live here alone?” Harrison asks. The apartment overlooks the strip across the street and Harrison gets lost in it, the artificial signs like bad advertising, the neons ill, an influenza. When he looks toward Jeremiah again, his glass is refilled, and he can’t remember if he emptied it in the first place. “My roommate’s backpacking in Vietnam.” Jeremiah’s earring pings off the disco ball, and it creates a constellation on the ceiling. It could be Orion; it could be the Ursa Major. “You like the drink?” Harrison doesn’t want to say he tastes nothing, that he sees nothing but Lonan at the bottom of the glass at full retina, that he hardly understands the concept of blue. He is so numb when he stands that his feet meeting the hardwood feels like floating. Harrison slings his jacket off his shoulders and throws it over the barstool. Words enter and exit his mouth like gunfire, and he hears his heartbeat like the organ has moved to his eardrums. Jeremiah doesn’t comment when he twitches the nob on the radio, pooling through the channels. He doesn’t comment when Harrison lands on a throwback station brimming with the 80s, takes him by the palm and leads him under the disco ball. Jeremiah is intuitive and easy on the eyes, and this isn’t as difficult as Harrison thought it would be—he blinks Lonan away and keeps blinking.

#changing states

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thank u sm @lisascumslut78 for the tag mwah kiss tayo

how many works do you have on ao3?

48 on apopcornkernel and 23 on poppyf1owers!! the numbers aren't the same as on my profile bc i have some anon works hehe. so that's 71 in total! woag

what's your total ao3 word count?

136,751 on apopcornkernel and 50,067 on poppyf1owers, making 186,818 in total!!! and i have around 70k lying scattered around in my wip drive so :>

what fandoms do you write for?

i started with miraculous ladybug, dipped my toe in asoiaf (specifically jaime/brienne), went into genshin & hsr, and rn all my current writing is going into dc!!

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all this, and love too — spy x family — a whopping 4,379 kudos (??? still don't understand how)

lesterlicious — trials of apollo — 980 kudos (okay woag did not realize the numbers were that big now)

a fine bird nests wisely — hsr, jingfu — 384 kudos (one of my personal favorites dont read the others here just read my jingfu <3)

a chat in disneyland — miraculous ladybug — 337 kudos

Enough — miraculous ladybug — 327 kudos

do you respond to comments?

yes of course!! im just really bad at keeping up but i read and treasure each comment i promise 🥹

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i have an unfinished jingfu fic (propaganda movement chinoy au) where there will be major character death! im really looking forward to finishing that one

as for published works, my friend sent me death threats when i posted redder than february flowers (hsr/jingfu), so I'll answer with that :3

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i think it's gotta be all the stars crowd around the moon <3 just softness and love and warmth <3

do you get hate on fics?

i was about to say i thankfully dont but then i suddenly remembered that single comment i got on a fine bird nests wisely KNCNDVSHAHS let me just grab it for your viewing:

THIS WAS SO FUNNY BECAUSE ON THAT AO3 I HAVE A FIC WHERE CHARACTER A TORTURES CHARACTER B AT THE BEHEST OF SOMEONE ELSE, AND THEN PROCEEDS TO MURDER INNOCENT SUBORDINATES AGAINST CHARACTER B'S WISHES TO ENSURE THERE ARE NO WITNESSES. AND ANON CHOSE TO COMMENT ON PURE BIRD FU XUAN SILLINESS 😭😭😭😭😭

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i do! i have! there's one published (among our other torments not the least) which is wriolyney hate/desk sex, and there's an arlefuri one in my wips which will remain a secret until i finish writing it hehehe cant go spoiling the content yk

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

i dont think i have :0 but i like to transfer concepts into another media, like for example yelone (yelan/pantalone) in a death in the nile plot, or crimson peak !!

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope, or at least not to my knowledge LOL pls dont do it though

have you ever had a fic translated?

nope! i once wrote just dialogue for a liubai fic in my terrible chinese, tho, and then i translated it into english and added description and everythig!! here it is with the translation

have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!! i dont think im cut out for it tho because im very bad at powering thru wips. i cant turn my writing on and off like a spigot :(

what's your all time favourite ship?

this is sososo hard and sososo evil but i guess jingfu </3 not thinking much about it rn tho bc im busy witj dc huhu

what's a WIP you want to finish but sometimes doubt you ever will?

JINGFU CHINOY PROPAGANDA MOVEMENT AU, dinahbabs fake dating, vichelena post-breakup situationship, hawk & dove aftermath of titans burning rage and legion of bloom in connection with the mordru arc, yelone crimson peak au, SO MANY . SO SO SO SO MANY

what are your writing strengths?

i genuinely don't know anymore bc my writing changes sm all the time. uhhh. i know how to perfectly format dialogue tags?

what are your writing weaknesses?

i hate starting things i hate too much description,, im also prone to really really long sentences, which i try to cut in half when editing, but sometimes im too tired to edit so...

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

girl im filipino wdyt HAHA

serious answer: absolutely. just make sure your target audience will be able to comprehend ur meaning. do this by either making a translation easily accessible without extra steps, or by making a translation obsolete by clarifying the meaning within the text!

or if you're writing, say, maria clara at ibarra fic, just write in taglish bc ur readers are almost all gonna be filipinos anyways LOL

first fandom you wrote for?

miraculous 😞😞😞 ladybug 😞😞😞😞😞 i wrote a chloe fic for an english assignment it was really bad but it was my first real story ever HAHA

favorite fic you've written?

VERY HARD especially since some of them aren't even published yet. but i will have to go with, again, redder than february flowers <3

tagging: @queer-cosette @theladyfae @hanaasbananas uhh anyone else who sees this and is a writer!!!! thank you for reading til the end LOL

#poppy speaks #tag game #poppy talks about writing instead of writing

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Dorney Park! - 5/19/21

Decided to not let this trip report have a two week long gap like my Great America post did, so I'll write it out now!

Made my first trip of the year to Dorney Park this past weekend! I went by myself for about 5 hours or so and got on everything I had wanted to ride. Lines were very minimal, with the longest (not accounting for a short maintenance delay) being maybe 20 mins. Got a bunch of re-rides on the park's major coasters and I'm sure I'll be able to get more later in the summer, since Dorney is my home park lol. But here are some pics I got, and then like for my Great America post, thoughts about my individual rides will be below them!

Here's my breakdown of what I rode!

Iron Menace - Coaster Credit #169! (Rode twice) I am so glad Dorney finally got a brand new coaster after so long! Their last new coaster was Stinger in 2012 (which was a relocation, and closed in 2018), and their last custom built coaster was Hydra way back in 2005 (Possessed, opened in 2008, was also a relocation). I really liked Iron Menace for what it was though! It looks absolutely FANTASTIC for it's plot of land, and it's directly in front of you as you drive into the park. Makes for a fantastic first impression! The ride itself was pretty much what I expected (in a good way), it's definitely the weakest of the three dive coasters I've ridden, since it doesn't have the scale of Valravn and Sheikra, but I thought it had some fun elements and some surprisingly strong positive forces. The main downside is that it's a short ride, at only maybe 40 seconds or so after the drop. But all things considered, I think it's a great fit for Dorney and I LOVE it's theme! The Steelyard area around it looks pretty good as well! Currently, I have Iron Menace at 56th in my rankings between Flight Deck at California's Great America, and Medusa at Six Flags Great Adventure, but that could be subject to change once I decide if I like this or Hydra more lol.

Steel Force - (Rode twice) I'd heard during the park's Winter Chill Out event back in March that they we're speeding up the chain lift on Steel Force this year since (I believe) they had gotten a new lift motor or something to that effect, so I was excited to see how it rode this year. I didn't really notice a significant difference in the speed or airtime, but that wasn't a huge deal to me since I really enjoy Steel Force. A lot of people give it and the other Morgan hypers flack for not having any airtime, and I just don't see that. I always get tons of air over this hills, especially on the return trip. Then the double helix turnaround acts as a good change of pace with some good positives. So Steel Force still retains it's place as my favorite at the park.

Thunderhawk - (Rode once) Thunderhawk is a ride that's had my opinions on it change a lot over the years. When I first rode it the first time I went to Dorney in 2012, I did not like it. I remember it being really rough and uncomfortable. Over the last few years though, the park has been doing a really good job taking care of it and it's running really well now. My ride this time had surprisingly strong airtime, which I was not expecting. The main problem I had this time, and why I only rode it once, was because I got stapled BAD and the surprisingly strong airtime made for a rather uncomfortable experience lol. But for a ride that's celebrating it's 100th birthday this year, it's still really solid I'd say.

Hydra the Revenge - (Rode twice) Hydra is such a weird little ride but I love it. Lots of funky inversions, especially for a floorless coaster, and you gotta love the hangtime on the jojo roll out of the station. It's running a little shaky this year but not too bad as long as you keep your head forward, as is the case with a lot of B&M loopers. That's nothing new for Hydra as well, since in my experience it's always had a bit of a rattle. I love how dynamic its forces are though between hangtime, airtime, positives and a little bit of whip coming down the first drop in the back row. At the moment, I'm not sure if I'd take it over Iron Menace as my third fav in the park, so that's something I'll have to think about next time I'm back there lol

Talon - (Rode once) I really enjoy Talon as well, which finds itself as my second fav in the park after Steel Force. Very snappy and forceful inversions and it still runs pretty smooth. I especially love the super intense high banked turn right up against the ground towards the end of the ride. The one thing that's a little disappointing is that the park took out the signs underneath you as you go up the lift hill. They were spaced out and said thing like "Going up" "No turning back!" "Getting closer..." as you went up the lift hill, with the last one at the crest saying "Goodbye!" as you go over the drop. They didn't affect the actual ride at all, but I thought they were a funny little thing the park decided to put in. They may have removed them prior to this year, since I didn't go to Dorney a lot between 2020 and now, but this is the first time I noticed it at least. Anways, gotta love Talon, real solid invert all around. I would've rode it more than once, but it got a bit of a longer line towards the end of my visit that I didn't feel like waiting in lol

Possessed - (Rode once) I've never been a huge fan of Intamin's Impulse coasters, and I've always thought Possessed was just kind of okay. It's got a fun launch, and since I was sitting towards the back row, the feeling of height looking straight down on the vertical back spike was pretty cool, but other than that, the ride doesn't do a whole lot for me. I wished the holding break on the vertical spike still worked like it used to, that would make the ride a bit more unique at least, but it's still fine enough without it.

Other than the coasters, I rode two other rides, both of them being drop towers lol. One was Dominator, the park's 200 foot S&S drop tower. I rode the shot side that blasts you up to free fall down and I thought it was way more tame than I remembered, which was unfortunate. Then the other drop tower I rode was Demon Drop, which is one of the very few rides out there that still kinda wigs me out lmao. Something about the moving forward from the lift shaft to the drop track and the fact that the ride looks, sounds, and feels like it's made of sheet metal still kinda gets to me lol. I love it though, and for as rare of a ride that it is, being the last of it's kind in the country, if it's running, you gotta give it a ride.

So overall, I had a fun time at Dorney! It's not the biggest or best park in the world by any means, but it serves its purpose as a regional theme park well and offers things that are fairly unique from other area parks like Hersheypark, Knoebels and Great Adventure. Once the waterpark opens for the season (they were having their season passholder preview day when I was there), then it becomes more of a full day park, since their waterpark is really solid. So I'm sure I'll get back later this summer and you'll get another post full of my ramblings lmao.

#TacTalks #Tac's Photos #coasterposting #long post #Dorney Park #Cedar Fair #roller coaster #roller coasters #coasters #Iron Menace #Steel Force #Hydra the Revenge #Thunderhawk #Possessed #Intamin #B&M #PTC #Morgan #amusement parks

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the-not-so-safe-way · 10 months

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Tokyo Revengers characters but as my roommates gc.....

WHEN I SAY PEDO I MEAN HISOKA IF YOU TAKE ONE THING FROM THE WARNINGS IT SHOULD BE THAT

bouns sano family at the end

umm language, mentions of drugs, kissing(ONE TIME), talk about death, jokes about pedophile, depression, feet, and I THINK that is everything so just tell me if I missed something, and I've started to think about posting more so tell me if you want me to write something

the characters will change to see which ones I deem most funny as

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Ran:How TF did u do that?

Rindou:wdym that’s just my face

Ran:Gurl

Rindou:are you face shaming me

Ran:Yes, Yes I am 🫶🏼

Rindou: damn that hurts

Ran:wow That must suck SUCK D-

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Sanzu: I just offered a kid drugs and they legit said yes like don't they know not to take drugs from strangers also I don't think blood drives like me I have too many drugs in my blood so they don't like me did you know that dolphins can get high just like me

Mikey: Wtf

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Ran: yeah he turned you into a cat

Rindou: It was Ran lmao

Ran: nope 🙅‍♂️

Koko: I HATE U WTF Bitch I hate u

Rindou: it wasn’t me 💀

Ran: it was he lies

Rindou: …

Koko: I'm gonna kill u both when I see u

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Sanzu: DOES SOMEONE KILL GOJO SATORU

Mikey: death by tractor

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Koko: i’m finally home from hell help me i’m at ikea i wanna leave

Ran: don't you dare say that about ikea 😤 I love ikea 😍 bring me meatballs

Sanzu: Oooh I want some meaty balls too

Ran: that’s what he said

Rindou: yeah It is what he said

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Ran: im depressed now 😔😔

Mikey: ok join the club

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Koko: pick a color

Sanzu: pink or white prolly white one wait when even is the gala

Koko: The gala is in june But this isn't for the gala

Sanzu: oh, the blue ones so pretty too

Koko: PICK ONE

Sanzu : but i love them both

Koko: PICK ONE

Sanzu : uhhh blue

Koko: Okkk thx

Mikey: the black one

Koko: ... There is no black one

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••SANZU PULLS AYAKA ON FIRST TRY••

Ran: I HATE U SHES SO GOOD

Sanzu: I was hoping for mika

Rindou: i used 30 wishes for her and i got c3 diona and tighnari

Sanzu: LMAFOOO

Rindou: my friend made me keep fueling my gambling addiction

••Sanzu pulls the other 5 star (I forgot her name)••

Ran:BRO WHAT ARE U ON CRACK

Sanzu: yes always

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Koko:i’ve smelled his shoes before

Ran: why

Koko: its free

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Rindou: ur outside? at 11

Ran: I went to get groceries I'm almost home tho••5 minutes later•• Dw I didn't get kidnapped

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Sanzu: i ate expired yogurt from school lunch today and had to go home early that’s was pretty delicious

Ran: HAHAHA IMAGIIIINE

Rindou: avoid da yogart I thought it was common knowledge about da gurt

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Ran: imagine not eating badish tacos while your socks say let's taco about it

Koko: why did u buy that 💀

Ran: I didn't I made it

Koko: what r u watching

Ran: I'm watching the last of us

Koko: it’s so good have u gotten to the gay redneck episode yet

Ran: no I'm on episode 2

Koko: still watching the pedophile 🤨

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Ran:hehehehehehe I have major issues 🫤

Rindou: yeah you do

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Ran: Guys Help

Mikey: ew no

Ran: Meany

Mikey: I don't care

Ran: WOOOW why u gotta be so mean?

Mikey: because I don't care

Ran: Wow

Mikey: Yeah

Koko: that’s very nice

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Mikey: dam that shark

Ran: It's so 😍

Sanzu: hes kinda fine

Ran: He so fine

Sanzu: who let the dogs out

Mikey: put your dogs away

Sanzu: guys what is this a feet pics chat

Mikey: nah it about da gang

Sanzu: 🥵🥵

Ran: Hehehehe

Sanzu: not the pedofile

Mikey: weirdows

Ran: WOOAH

Mikey: not the shark lovers

Ran: He's actually a gay psychopath thank u very much

Mikey: and a pedophile

Ran: Wellllll.. Ok maybe But damn he's hot 🥵 JKJKJKJKKKK

Sanzu: wtf is wrong with u

Mikey: your the real psychopath

Sanzu: fr

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Rindou: do u like my ceiling

Ran: OMG ITS SO SEXY I love it

Rindou: ikr

Ran: nah mines better

Mikey: mine sucks it was leaking 😕

Koko: guys we live in the same apartment

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Shinchiro: I didn't kiss her 🫥

Emma: Damn WHY CANT U STOP LAUGHING

Young mikey: because of face shaming

Izana: ✨yEs✨

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #manjiro sano #rindou haitani #rindou #ran haitani #ran #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu #bonten #sano shinichiro #sano manjiro #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers incorrect quotes #izana kurokawa #tokrev incorrect quotes

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are darktail and hawkwing still close in bb? or has that dynamic been entirely shifted to sharpclaw and darktail? also for that matter any darktail crumbs he is my favorite 👉 👈 love ur writing tons btw 💕

It's been mostly shifted over to Sharpclaw! I do think the canon Dark/Hawk dynamic has some fun stuff in it, but I wasn't sure how to preserve it while also changing the SkyClan political situation into something that feels more appropriate for the AU

Sharpclaw always should have been a villain, imo. This is a rough, generally angry character who gets to be canonically xenophobic, constantly undermine Leafstar, agrees to drag SkyClan into a battle that doesn't concern them, blames his son for the death of his other child and... it's played straight. He really did Have His Clan's Best Interests At Heart like every other boy in this kind of situation.

Sharpclaw says "Leafstar I was just undermining your authority because you gotta be tough! I did it for your benefit actually. stop being so sensitive." and Leafstar has to accept that, but meanwhile squirrelflight is forced to go against Bramblestar because his ego gets hurt when she speaks up at a meeting and they have to end her arc with 5 paragraphs of kissing his butt and being sooo sorry and "WE should never have let it get so bad."

And Darktail... man, I've screamed about it before but every time the Erins summon Evil Foreign Hordes to be the main villains I lose 10 years off my life

I really want to find a better way to end Darktail's arc. He has to die for the plot but I'm trying to find some way to show a glimmer of a different person in him. SOMETHING that could have been, in a better timeline.

So far I've been building that out with Breezepelt, have them actually be friends and that's a major reason why Breezepelt felt the need to die killing him... but I'm still not sure.

BB!AVOS has a lot of its pieces in place, but there's still scattered fragments.

#bone babble #Also I'm sleepy sorry if this seems unfocused

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HEXACO Analysis: Nakahara Chuuya

HEXACO score: 3.75/2.5/3/2.5/3.75/3.5

Highest trait: Honesty-Humility/Conscientiousness

Lowest trait: Emotionality/Agreeableness

Full order: (HC)OX(EA)

Extreme high subtraits (score 5): Sincerity, Fairness and Diligence

Extreme low subtraits (score 1): Fearfulness

(I have been agonizing over this for literally a month so I have decided to just post it how it is because I'm never going to be satisfied with it anyways.)

Port Mafia executive, former leader of The Sheep, one half of the fearsome Double Black, loyal to a fault, wants a puppy. Gotta love this dude. I'm always excited to do any meta on him because there's so much to his character. Now, much of the fanon interpretation of Chuuya differs from my perception of canon, so if you're a bit surprised by any of the rankings, read on to find out why!

Please do keep in mind: a lot of the info we have for Chuuya does not come from the main manga but from his backstory novels Fifteen and Stormbringer. While these two books have made him an incredibly fleshed-out character, we don't have much info on him at 22 years old except in brief scenes in the manga, omake, and official non-canon content like wan, mayoi and some character q&as. The good thing is that HEXACO traits tend to be relatively consistent over time (and Chuuya himself doesn't seem to have changed too much) so I don't think this will be a major issue.

Here's how I'm doing my analyses and extra HEXACO info: I Like to Write Things — Ok so since I have one note on this, that was... (tumblr.com)

*Note: I tend to be reluctant to give extreme scores unless I really can't find much opposing evidence. As such, most of my scores tend to be 2s, 3s, or 4s.

**Note: Since these are scores that require me to pick a clear ranking, it's difficult to be quite as nuanced in my discussions as I prefer to be. These are intended to be general trends and there will likely always be exceptions - if you don't agree, that's fine, and it's probably just due to differences in subjective interpretation. However, if I've referenced something incorrectly, feel free to notify me; just be polite please!

***Final note: This is a long post! I go through 24 subtraits! You have been warned!

Explanations under the cut:

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Honesty-Humility (H)

Subtrait 1: Sincerity - A tendency to be genuine in interpersonal relations.

1 = Manipulative and rarely honest.

5 = Honest to a fault and almost never lies.

While Chuuya is capable of trickery, he doesn't do this very often - he's generally a very honest person who says what he means and doesn't beat around the bush. He faces his problems head on, and due to his immensely strong ability, he's likely never needed to do otherwise. Any lies he engages in are from my recollection either someone else's idea (Dazai, Mori) or to buy time (in Stormbringer). Even then, he doesn't really keep up an act for long - think of the confrontation with the ADA in the Guild arc where he pretty much outright states what the Mafia's game is. He's entirely nonchalant about it. He's not the kind of guy you send for subterfuge or deception.

Moreover, I cannot think of a time he used lies to get what he, personally, wanted. He's a very straightforward person. He has a sort of "I am who I am" kind of mentality and this shows in his words and actions.

Having said that, there are certain times he seems to blindside himself - as an example, the nature of his complicated dynamic with Dazai. While his irritation with him and negative feelings are genuine in part, there's a lot more nuance to it than that - worry, trust, begrudging understanding, unfortunate and unwilling recognition of self through the other, etc., but he boils it down to "hate". So, Chuuya does occasionally appear to tell himself convenient partial truths to avoid digging into things that make him uncomfortable. However, this honesty scale is about interpersonal honesty, and these instances are rare to my recollection, so he gets a very high score here.

Score = 5

Subtrait 2: Fairness - A tendency to avoid fraud and corruption for personal gain.

1 = Willing to cheat and steal to get what they want.

5 = Unwilling to take advantage of others.

This is tricky... he's in the mafia which is kind of all about this sort of thing, and he performs his job very well. Even so, Chuuya actually seems to have a pretty ingrained sense of fairness, to the point where I don't think it's really a conscious thing. He advances through the ranks of the mafia rapidly by... doing his job properly. He trades honesty for honesty, answers for answers, even in the middle of a fight - see his interactions with Rimbaud for more of what I mean. He repays people's favours and has a strong sense of loyalty and responsibility. Brushing off an ally's death as a means to get ahead is repulsive to him (DHC Dead Apple prologue). He outright tells a GSS soldier in Fifteen what's going to happen to him if he shoots at Chuuya. He does what he says he will, for the most part (unless this has to do with retribution, in which sometimes, rarely, exceptions will be made... I'll bring this up again later). Again, this is probably not mere kindness but also a result of his powerful ability meaning he's never really needed to rely on unscrupulous methods. Nonetheless, for what we see of him, I can't think of a time where he screws others over outside of orders from Mori - much less for his own benefit.

(A case could be made for a drop to 4 if you include his willingness to engage in mafia activities at all. I, personally, wouldn't since being a part of an illegal organization is literally all he's ever known from age 7 onwards. That's not really a character choice imo and more to do with the context he was raised in that became his "normal".)

Score = 5

Subtrait 3: Greed Avoidance - A tendency to be uninterested in possessing lavish wealth, luxury goods and signs of status.

1 = Want to enjoy and display wealth and status.

5 = Hardly driven by material gain.

Again, kind of tricky. Chuuya's introduced in quite possibly one of the most ostentatious outfits of the series (definitely up until that point, at least). He has his expensive wine collection and I think it is implied he has some expensive tastes. I think of that bit in Wan where he says he'll drop any money if he likes the thing he's looking to buy enough. Thing is... we get a little bit in Stormbringer where Chuuya's place is near totally empty; devoid of signs of having been "lived in" and tells us that money and status don't mean much to him. Mind you, this was when he was 16 and things likely changed since then; he's no longer only driven by his goal of finding info on himself and has acclimated to his new home in a sense. Truthfully, though, we don't know all that much about 22-year-old Chuuya. From my interpretation, I think his enjoyment of fancy things like wine and nice clothes is less a drive or motive to acquire any of these things, and more that he gets them as a bonus. He grew up on the streets. He has money now; he might as well use it to get himself something nice. Honestly, I swayed back and forth on this subtrait the most... but eventually settled on a score of 2 (that wine collection is... pretty damn expensive). I think he likes to treat himself. (I am now thinking of Chuuya's excitement over his new pillow in Wan...)

(I'd actually say Chuuya's focus on his appearance has a lot more to do with the image he hopes to give off to others than any true interest in material gain, but more on that later.)

Score: 2

Subtrait 4: Modesty - A tendency to be modest and unassuming (note that this has nothing to do with self-confidence!).

1 = Consider themselves superior and entitled to special treatment.

5 = Consider themselves ordinary people with no claim to special treatment.

Ohhhkay, this is a really weird one. Chuuya is so not modest. He knows damn well how powerful he is and is not afraid to flaunt his ability and martial arts prowess. He's cocky, arrogant and completely self-assured in a fight. However... he also has this weird humility where everything he does is in service to his people. He doesn't ask for special treatment, in fact, it may even make him uncomfortable, at least in Fifteen (dislike of being called "king") and Stormbringer (balking at Adam's "Chuuya-sama" addressal and trying to get him to change it). He goes by first name basis with most everyone and while he expects respect from his subordinates, he's not above spending time with them and doesn't treat people as beneath him unless they're his enemies. From Stormbringer, we know that Chuuya being so much more powerful actually isolates and upsets him. He also rarely takes a lot of credit for things; I think about his reaction in the ending scene in Dead Apple where he brushes off praise from his boss for fighting the dragon, saying he was just doing his job. Most anything he does is brushed off in a similar manner. It's just what he does; it's his duty - what he thinks he should do for his people. See? Weird humility.

I can't rank him too low or too high on this trait - this is one subscale where Chuuya's contradictory nature starts to show, I think.

Score = 3

H Score Total = (5+5+2+3)/4 = 3.75

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Emotionality (E)

Subtrait 1: Fearfulness - A tendency to easily experience fear.

1 = Have little fear; tend to be tough and insensitive to physical pain.

5 = Strongly inclined to feel fear and avoid physical harm.

There's not much to say about this. This guy goes through so much pain; gets thrown into buildings, shocked, stabbed and just gets back up. He jumps out of a plane to fight a dragon with zero hesitation. He feels bored in most fights and itches for a real challenge. He's near completely fearless lmao.

Score = 1

Subtrait 2: Anxiety - A tendency to worry over future outcomes.

1 = Feel little stress in response to hardship and difficulties.

5 = Tend to become preoccupied even by minor problems.

I believe Chuuya has a rather standard level of anxiety. I just said he's pretty much fearless, which he is, but he can and does worry, else he would not show concern for others in the way that he does. I think about his clear worry for the captured Sheep members in Fifteen, or him trying to contact Dazai in Stormbringer, or the way his concern over the outcome of the Cannibalism virus led to him attacking the ADA even though he knew that's what their mutual enemy wanted. At the same time, he doesn't spend too much time fretting over things if he can help it.

Score = 3

Subtrait 3: Dependence - A tendency to require emotional support from others.

1 = Feel self-assured and able to cope without help or advice.

5 = Crave encouragement and support when sharing difficulties.

While I think Chuuya could benefit from some supportive friends who don't die on him ( :'( ), I don't think he necessarily needs a lot of emotional support. He's pretty used to toughing it out alone and he's good at it. He's very self-reliant. However, he does ask for advice on occasion (from Mori), he does like to be part of a group (though that's more about other people depending on him...) and he's genuinely touched when people do show a want to support him (the Flags, Adam). He's not too good at receiving said support though lol.

He deserves more than he gets imo, but this scale is about whether he needs it or not, and to me, the answer is very rarely. Chuuya can deal with anything, however much or long he needs to. The real question is should he have to?

Score = 2

Subtrait 4: Sentimentality - A tendency to feel strong emotional bonds with others.

1 = Feel little emotion when parting or in reaction to others' concerns.

5 = Feel strong attachment to others and have an empathic sensitivity.

Bonds with others are literally Chuuya's Reason Living. Like, he practically says as much in Stormbringer and loyalty and protectiveness are two of his core character traits. Nearly everything he does is for the people he decides are his family. And even though he tends to lose people time and time again, he still manages to care and value them in spite of it all. The only reason he does not rank a full 5 is because he's hardly empathic or sensitive, but his emotions and loyalties run deep and comprise a good chunk of his identity.

Score = 4

E Score Total = (1+3+2+4)/4 = 2.5

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eXtraversion (X)

Subtrait 1: Social Self-Esteem - A tendency to have positive self-regard in social contexts.

1 = Tend to see self as unpopular and have a sense of worthlessness.

5 = Consider themselves to have likeable qualities and are satisfied with who they are.

Hm. I wonder about this one. We've already established that Chuuya is very confident but that's mostly in a fight or when asserting his strength. When it comes to social interactions outside of this context, it's clear that he gets very easily self-conscious. Think of Ranpo calling him "fancy-hat" - he reaches up to touch his hat like he's unsure if it's a compliment or an insult. There's Dazai's commenting on his shoes, first happy and then extremely irritated when the other... shoe drops (I'm sorry). Comments on his clothes, stature and anything to do with his history (the latter especially when he was younger) make him defensive and prone to bursts of irritation - he's very confident up until someone says something that makes him self-conscious. This probably has a lot to do with his former insecurities about his inhumanity; while he knows now that he is human, that feeling of otherness isn't just going to go away. Of particular note is Chuuya's dress sense - I made a note of this earlier that it seems he dresses to give off a particular image, namely, his membership to a group and status as their ultimate weapon (he both blends in and strikingly stands out). I'm not the only one who's noticed how he has a lot of outfit changes throughout the series, and how they seem to match whichever group he's a part of at the time - so, to insult the way he dresses seems to be taken as a personal jab to the image he's built up, an image that keeps him secure in his membership with his people (membership we know Chuuya desires from Stormbringer). If simple poking at the surface level of his self-image is enough for him to get so defensive, that doesn't really bode well for his social self-esteem as a whole.

At the same time, Chuuya does possess a lot of self-confidence and a certain level of self-respect. His reaction to Kenji thinking he's cool is definitely unabashed pride. He likely knows and enjoys his respected reputation in the mafia - but again, this is towards his ability and prowess, not necessarily his person. He responds to care for his person often with confusion and, again, defensiveness. I feel like he's about average in social self-esteem honestly, as his reactions tend to be quite polarized. It really depends on the context and what's being judged.

Score = 3

Subtrait 2: Social Boldness - A tendency to be comfortable/confident in social situations.

1 = Tend to feel shy or awkward when speaking to others.

5 = Willing to approach strangers and speak up.

Yeah Chuuya has no issue talking to people. I wouldn't actually call him social (more on that in the next subtrait) but he's clearly anything but shy. Only reason he doesn't rank a 5 is because he approaches people much more on orders or necessity than genuine willingness.

Score = 4

Subtrait 3: Sociability - A tendency to enjoy conversation and social interaction.

1 = Generally prefer solitary activities and rarely seek out conversation.

5 = Enjoy talking, visiting and celebrating with others.

I know there's a tendency to want to pin Chuuya as being a social person from his loudness, stand-out design, and the fact that we do see him drinking with Kajii and Hirotsu outside of work but truthfully? I think there's a lot more reason to think he's not all that sociable. For one, he is extremely guarded in both Fifteen and Stormbringer which makes a lot of sense - Chuuya has always been singled out as the biggest threat in the room, which means in turn that he has no choice but to perceive most people as potential threats in turn. In Fifteen, he really only talks to people out of necessity or in a fight, but he's not hanging out - of course he isn't, none of the people in that novel treated him like a friend. In Stormbringer, it takes an age for him to relax around the Flags and even then, he's not exactly the most conversational. Okay, you might be saying, but that's him when he's younger and fresh to the idea of having friends who don't ask him for anything in return.

It's tricky, again, because we really don't have much on older Chuuya. He apparently drinks with Hirotsu and Kajii. However, we don't know if he went there with them, or whether they just all happened to be going to the same place and he started venting to them. In the scene with him, Mori and Kouyou, he brings the wine, and then... he's not even really involved in that conversation, mostly just listening (and later cursing out Dazai under his breath lol). Also, a lot of the supplemental materials - drama cds, character q&as, even in Mayoi - seem to imply that he prefers to spend his time going and doing things by himself. There's also a few interesting continuities in Mayoi (which I know is a little... sus for canon info but like I said, we really don't have much and this next point is actually fairly consistent, leading me to believe this is intended to be an actual characterization point). In a lot of his dialogue and the summaries for some of the special events, he is described as "hanging back a bit". He often seems to choose to enjoy the atmosphere instead of talk to anyone, or else he's watching for threats. He almost always seems to be tense except in two conditions: one, he knows the place and the people are safe, and two, he gets to relax and sit back without speaking much. All this seems to indicate he actually very much enjoys time alone or at least time not spent speaking to people. Even when he's at a louder location, he is far more interested in the alcohol haha.

Score = 2

Subtrait 4: Liveliness - A tendency to be enthusiastic, active and upbeat.

1 = Tend not to feel optimistic or dynamic.

5 = Usually optimists and often in high spirits.

I don't know if I'd call Chuuya an optimist, per se. I think he's actually quite jaded. However, he generally has the attitude that he can get through most things and he gets quite into the action - he loves a good fight, he likes doing stunts on his motorcycle, he feels his feelings very strongly. He's not "a ray of sunshine" hehe but he's definitely dynamic and active - I think he'd get quite bored if he had nothing to do. I'd say he's about average.

Score = 3

X Score Total = (3+4+2+3)/4 = 3

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Agreeableness (A)

Subtrait 1: Forgivingness - A tendency to feel trust and liking towards those who previously caused harm.

1 = Tend to hold a grudge.

5 = Usually ready to trust again after being treated poorly.

Hm. Again, this is another place where Chuuya's contradictory nature seems to show. Chuuya's whole mentality is if you try to hurt him or his people, he tries to hurt you back. It's very deliberate that in Fifteen he often kills by ricocheting bullets back at the people who fired at him. It's very retributive; definitely a "get-even" mentality. He immediately goes on a revenge mission against Verlaine for the Flags' sake. He remains furious at Dazai for years (but that's a constant lmao). However, he also has this strange capacity to... stop feeling that same level of raw anger, and it seems to occur when he comes to understand said person as a human being, especially if he can relate somehow. Also, something that is outright stated in Stormbringer is that Chuuya has the unfortunate tendency to help people who have helped him, even if they wind up betraying him in the end. I don't know if I'd call any of this true forgiveness (I think it ties in more with his ingrained sense of fairness and responsibility) but at the very least, he doesn't seem to hold grudges against people he comes to know for long except Dazai, and even then, he still trusts Dazai implicitly. He doesn't give his trust easily, but by god when he does, it's hard to break. I'm not entirely convinced of this myself, but I gave him a neutral score.

Score = 3

Subtrait 2: Gentleness - A tendency to be lenient in judgements of others.

1 = Tend to be critical when evaluating others.

5 = Reluctant to openly judge others harshly.

...He openly tells opponents they're weak to their faces. He's sooo not gentle and he's only really nice to his allies (and Kenji...but he has very little choice in that matter because Kenji decided they are friends). I think he's the kind of person who's blunt, but not always to be a jerk. Actually, he's fairly attuned to giving advice to people (see: drama cds) but he sure doesn't sugar-coat it. He says what he means. There's also his manner of speaking, which is considered quite vulgar. He's saved from the lowest score because, as I said, he does offer advice and encouragement without much prompting and rarely is he a complete jerk for no reason (unless you're counting bully preschool Chuuya from Wan hahaha). He also seems to have a soft spot for animals, especially dogs. Does that count? I think that counts.

Score = 2

Subtrait 3: Flexibility - A tendency to compromise and cooperate with others.

1 = Stubborn and quick to argue.

5 = Accommodate others' suggestions, even if they may be unreasonable.

I think he's fairly amenable to other ideas actually, but it depends on their source. There's an omake where Kouyou has to call him out because he's indulging Mori and his spontaneous whims too much in their planning. He goes along with the dumb shenanigans the Flags and his subordinates get into, with some griping, but it's clear he doesn't really mind. He's a lot more resistant to Dazai, of course, but again, he will go along with most things in the end because he knows that Dazai's plans do not fail. Still, he rarely just takes other's ideas without putting up a little bit of resistance first (unless it's a direct order), and he doesn't seem to work with others except Dazai (and he does not cooperate with him in any way approaching an agreeable manner, despite being completely in sync). I put him as neutral. He seems to need to see the sense in most things or else see some benefit to others (which might just be said others' enjoyment... the rich girl scene anyone?) before he'll actually do something that wasn't his idea.

Score = 3

Subtrait 4: Patience - A tendency to remain calm rather than become angry.

1 = Tend to lose their temper quickly.

5 = Have a high threshold for expressing anger.

...Lmao. I'm so sorry, buddy. If something is annoying to Chuuya, he will react (it might not be a dramatic reaction but it still manifests as at least visible irritation). He is more than capable of repressing his anger and acting more mature and serious when the situation calls for it but... it really does not take much to rile him up, especially if said annoyance humiliates or embarrasses him in some way. That said, he can and will remain stoic in the face of people who rely on him. Saved from the lowest score by a thread.

Score = 2

A Score Total = (3+2+3+2)/4 = 2.5

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Conscientiousness (C)

Subtrait 1: Organization - A tendency to seek order in surroundings.

1 = Tend to be sloppy and haphazard.

5 = Tend to keep things tidy and prefer structure.

There's not much in the series that really indicates what Chuuya is like in his own space. The closest we get is in Stormbringer, where he has very few belongings - but these are stated to be kept very neatly. He appears to spend a good deal of time making himself presentable and it makes sense that this would extend to the space around him as well. Chuuya is likely to be a pretty organized person - he's seen going over a list in an omake and planning out a schedule, and he's good at staying on task - honestly a rarity with characters in this series. While I wouldn't expect him to be quite as fastidious as, say, Kunikida, the little evidence we have seems to indicate he keeps things pretty organized.

Score = 4

Subtrait 2: Diligence - A tendency to work hard.

1 = Have little self-discipline and are not strongly achievement motivated.

5 = Have a strong work ethic and are willing to exert themselves.

Um, yeah, absolutely he's high in this trait. He considers protection of his people his duty and responsibility - it's of prime importance to him and he shoulders a lot of blame should he fail. He brushes off absurd feats such as facing off against Guivre in Stormbringer and fighting the dragon in Dead Apple with a view that can essentially be boiled down to "it's what I'm supposed to do". He clearly expects 100% from himself. He's very diligent. It's a product of his loyalty crossed with his "I can handle anything" mentality.

Score = 5

Subtrait 3: Perfectionism - A tendency to be thorough and concerned with details.

1 = Tolerate some errors and tend to neglect details.

5 = Check carefully for mistakes and improvements.

Tying in with the above, there's not a lot of conclusive examples I can point to, but as he expects full effort from himself and isn't really tolerant of his own failure, I would say this trait is high by necessity. The suits he keeps in Stormbringer are also kept spotless. I can't give a 5, because I don't think he's a perfectionist, per se, but he does rise to meet challenges and that necessitates improvement. He's the best martial artist in the Port Mafia for a reason.

Score = 4

Subtrait 4: Prudence - A tendency to deliberate carefully and inhibit impulses.

1 = Act on impulse and tend not to consider consequences.

5 = Consider options carefully and tend to be cautious/self-controlled.

...ok. So, he definitely prefers to jump into things headfirst. He solves many of his problems with actions and generally more violent ones. However - he can and does look at situations in a much more nuanced way than people give him credit for. He knows how to negotiate, for one - that's part of what Kouyou trained him on in the first place. For another, even when he does rush into a fight, the Dead Apple novelization has this brilliant passage where you see that he's incredibly observant in the midst of the action - and really, he'd have to be. Gravity manipulation is not telekinesis - there's a lot more to consider in terms of force and resistance than just "pick up/throw object". To be noted though is that much of this quick thought happens within a situation - he's adaptable in the moment but he's not really a pre-planner. His way of dealing with things kind of necessitates him jumping into a situation and working through things as they come. So, his score would still be low here, but not the lowest.

Score = 2

C Score Total = (4+5+4+2)/4 = 3.75

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Openness (O)

Subtrait 1: Aesthetic Appreciation - A tendency to find enjoyment in beauty found in art and nature.

1 = Not overly interested in works of art or natural wonder.

5 = Have a strong appreciation for various art forms and nature.

I'll be honest, there's not a lot of instances in canon to support or refute this subtrait. We do know that he likes nice clothes and hats though, so that supports some level of aesthetic appreciation. He also is shown humming in the manga, and one of his likes on his character profile is music. In other official material, such as character interviews, he seems to enjoy going for drives to look at the sunrise or sunset from a nice view or enjoying fresh snow falling from the sky. A few of his Mayoi quotes also support this, as he seems to enjoy the ambiance of wind chimes and festivities from a distance - though in one of them he sounds a bit like a tsundere ("the hydrangeas make for an exquisite sight... I suppose") lol.

So, while there isn't a lot, I think there's decent support for a high score here. I can't really see him at an art gallery per se, but he definitely has an aesthetic sense and likely an appreciation for natural beauty as well.

Score = 4

Subtrait 2: Inquisitiveness - A tendency to seek information about and experience the world.

1 = Have little curiosity and are content with what they know.

5 = Seek out new information constantly and love new experiences.

I'm not sure there's much evidence here either. I don't think Chuuya is closed-off to learning new things, as he does teach himself new skills and seems to pick things up fairly quickly. I've already commented on how he's pretty adaptable, especially in the moment. However, I don't think he's the type to go beyond and actively seek out new knowledge that isn't directly applicable to what he needs to know. The knowledge we see Chuuya acquire throughout the series is more practical stuff, stuff he can put to use in some way (ex. martial arts skills). His worldview also remains rather limited - he has only ever known life as an important figure in a criminal organization. He has literally known nothing else. And he doesn't seem to mind this so much; I suspect because, as Stormbringer tells us, he doesn't feel particularly deserving of examining anything different. There's also the matter of his intense loyalty to his people, which means that he has little incentive to look elsewhere. At the same time, he certainly likes to experience things in a more literal sense - he tries different wines, wears different outfits, and is incredibly engaged in action. I'll give him a average score.

Score = 3

Subtrait 3: Creativity - A tendency to innovate and experiment.

1 = Tend to stick to familiar patterns and methods with little change.

5 = Actively seek new solutions to problems and tend to self-express.

Chuuya, I would say, is a lot more straightforward than he is innovative. While, as I've mentioned multiple times by now, he adapts quickly in a fight, his go-to is still... to fight. He deals with things very much head-on, and again, he's not really a pre-planner. In the moment, however, he's incredible at reading a situation and responding near instantly to new threats. As for self-expression, I'd venture to say that Chuuya's actually pretty repressed. He has a distinctive style and set of likes and dislikes, but he often seems to understate his excitement or interest in things - see the tsundere-ish comment above or really just look at how he tries to appear cooler and more put-together than he is in like... anything he shows up in. Dude is repressed, seriously. The only time we see him unabashedly enjoying himself is in high-adrenaline situations like fights - at the very least, in Fifteen, Dazai describes him as being somewhat "kid-ish" when he gets really into things. (You are one to talk, Dazai.)

I'll put him at a neutral score since I can't find too much supporting evidence either way.

Score = 3

Subtrait 4: Unconventionality - A tendency to accept the unusual.

1 = Avoid eccentric and non-conforming persons.

5 = Receptive to ideas that might seem strange or radical.

...you know, writing all this out, and as unusually powerful and contradictory as Chuuya is... he's kind of. The normal one. At least in comparison to a lot of the company he keeps. He tends to be the voice of reason or at least keeps somewhat of a level head in the drama cds which will never stop being amusing to me. Part of the reason he's good at this though is that he's really very accepting and kind of indifferent towards people's eccentricities, especially if he's known them for a while. He barely bats an eye at Kajii's maniacal experimentation, accommodates Mori's weirdness without so much as a reaction, and while he finds Adam incredibly strange (valid lmao) he seems to start to enjoy that after a time. He seems pretty willing to accept just about anyone's quirks the more he spends time around them and gets used to them.

When around Dazai in particular, he reveals himself to... also be very, very strange. The comparatively "normal guy" is quickly replaced with someone just as incredibly unhinged as Dazai himself. Argue however you like whether they make each other better or worse but they certainly do make each other weirder.

I wonder if being surrounded by so many odd people makes him feel slightly less odd by comparison. Something to consider.

At the same time, he's a little too grounded and practical to be given a full score of 5, so a 4 he is.

Score = 4

O Score Total = (4+3+3+4)/4 = 3.5

So, there you have it! Phew, this took a while. I hope you enjoyed it!

I'm working on another analysis for Mori (BSD) and for Seam (Deltarune). If anyone has any other characters they'd like to request, feel free to drop me an ask! I write at a snail's pace but it does eventually get done!

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