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singlehandedly cornering the incredibly niche jean vicquemare pet regression market. [guy whos baring his soul]
#[walks away middle fingers up woth the shirt that says LEAVE NOTHING BUT A TRAIL OF POOP]#sorry i get weird abt posting art thats like. not normal.#jean vicquemare#kim kitsuragi#pet regression#disco elysium#[crying anime girl pic] IM SORRY FOR PROJECTING ON JEAN. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN.#also second pic is kim agere. bc he deserves it. he needs a break to just go play w his planes#ALSO NOBODY MENTION THAT FIRST PIC THE PLANE FALLS AND IS IN A COMPLETELY DIFF POSITION I J. i dont have the power in me rn to fix it but it#its pissing me off so much. so im just gunna sit here n tremble and tell u guys not to look at it.
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hi please feel free to ignore this but ive been having a rough time and would adore some regressor phantom hurt/comfort. maybe little guy bends too far on stage and hurts himself or something, idk just so long as their comfort ❤️
He was so desperate to impress Dew that when Dew has pointed the floor, expecting him to drop to his knees before him, he had done, no questions asked. The problem was it was outdoor venue. And it was raining. Just as he was bending backwards to get his head to hit the floor behind him, his knee slipped, causing his back to jolt.
Immediately he felt pain spark all the way up his spine and down to the bottom of his back. He let out a whine, hoping Dew didn’t hear him, and he gently bent himself back up into a upright position. More pain bloomed under his skin as he did, he felt it wrap around his spine and constrict.
He played as usual, not wanting anyone to guess something was wrong. The pain was bad, each step he took make it worse. By the end of the show he’s limping, his head is spinning with the fuzzy feeling he gets when he feels small. During final bows he’s next to Rain, and he squeezes the water ghouls hand tightly, feeling like he’ll topple over if he doesn’t. Rain gives him a look, even under his mask Phantom can feel it, it’s like Rain knows.
He lets Rain pull him off stage, whimpering as soon as they’re hidden backstage, feeling tears fall down his cheek behind his mask.
“H-hurts, Rainy. Hurts.”
Rain pulls him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him.
“I know, baby. I saw what happened.”
He undoes Phantom’s helmet, pulling off his head, cooing as he does.
“Oh, there’s no need to tears, babyboy.”
Phantom sniffles, a new batch of tears flowing down his cheeks.
“Hurts so badly, Rainy. I don’t-I can’t-“
He’s cut off by a sob wracking thought him.
“Please help me. Make the hurt stop.” His bottom lip wobbles.
Rain brushes the tears on his cheeks away with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on his cheek.
“I’ve got you, baby. Gunna look after you, make you feel better.”
Rain very carefully peels Phantom’s shirt off. Phantom whimpers the whole time, his eyes screwing shut as he sobs out again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling. But we have to get it off to help you.”
Phantom whimpers again, his eyes still screwed shut, shaking his head.
Rain coos at him again, finally pulling shirt off him,
“Being so good for me, baby. So brave for me.”
Phantom perks up a little at the praise, letting out a little chirp at the praise.
Before any of them can say anything, the dressing room door opens and Dew walks in. He’s changed from his stage uniform, wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, his hair down from its braid, the black stage makeup still smudged around his eyes and mouth.
“How bad is it? I saw his leg slip, it can’t be good, right?”
“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Rain rubs at Phantom’s belly in a confronting way. “I think he’s just pulled a muscle, I don’t think there’s any bruising or swelling.”
Dew checks over Phantom’s back, humming in agreement with Rain.
“No swelling or bruising.” He presses carefully at a couple of different spots on Phantom’s back, making him hiss out at one particular spot at the bottom of his spine. “Hurts there, little one?”
Phantom nods, pouting at Dew with wet eyes.
“Hurts, Dewy.”
Dew pouts back at him.
“I bet, sweetheart.” He ruffles Phantom’s hair. “Do you want me and Rainy to make it better?” Phantom nods, still pouting, but the tears have slowed. Dew presses a little kiss to the bottom of his back. “Come lie down on the sofa with us, baby.”
Rain manoeuvres Phantom so he's led in between Himself and Dew, his back to Dew. Phantom buries his face in Rains neck, still whimpering slightly. Phantom let’s out a small gasp feeling Dew get increasingly more warm behind him, making both ghouls giggle at him. “You like that, little one?” Dew noses at his shoulders, his hand wiggling between Phantom and Rains belly’s to rub at Phantom's.
Phantom gives a little wiggle and a chirp.
“Feels nice. Warm.”
Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, intwining his hand with Dew’s other hand, taking one of Phantom's in his other.
“Dewy making you feel better?”
Phantom hums, snuggling him deeper into both of them.
“We’ve got some time before we have to be on the bus, why don’t have a nap, baby? We’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Dew presses a kiss to the back of his head.
Phantom fidgets a little, letting out another little whine.
“Tail?”
Rain huff a laugh, bringing the spade of his tail up to Phantom’s lips. Phantom parts his lips, accepting Rain’s in his mouth, sucking gently at the spade.
Dew let’s out a little giggle at him.
“That better?”
Phantom nods, his eyes finally slipping closed.
Somehow the other two end up falling asleep, the rhythmic breathing of Phantom slowly pulling them onto a peaceful sleep.
That’s how Copia finds them, tangled up on the dressing sofa, fast asleep. They’d been waiting on the bus for them for an hour before he set off looking for them, hoping and praying that they hadn’t left the venue on their own.
He runs a hand through Phantom’s hair, watching as the small ghoul twitches in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Hi there, little one.” Phantom blinks bleary eyed at him, sucking on the tail that’s still in his mouth.
Copia runs a finger down his cheek.
“What’ve you got there?”
Phantom's eyes flicker to Rain.
“Oh, you’ve got Rainy’s tail?”
Phantom gives a small squeak and nod, sucking a little harder on the tail. Copia smiles sweetly down at him.
“Yeah? That’s nice of him, hmm?”
Phantom nods again, feeling a little more awake now.
“Do you think you three could continue your cuddle pile on the bus? We’ve been looking for you all.”
He tickles under Phantom's chin, making the small ghoul squeal and squirm.
The other two wake up at the noise and motion and grin sheepishly up at Copia, hoping the man won’t be too mad at them for making them a little behind schedule. He’s not, he would never be, especially the sight of them all cuddled up is so cute.
On the bus, Phantom forgets all about his back, especially when he’s pulled into the middle of a cuddle pile including everyone. He happily laps up all the attention and cuddles, a goofy smile of his face and a loud purr rumbling though his chest.
#Thank you for the ask 🖤#not edited if you see a mistake no you didn’t#the band ghost#ficlet#regressed ghouls#phantom ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#nameless ghouls#My writing
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Eddie Month day 8
prompt: rockstar & confident
Eddie looked up into the most beautiful face he’d ever seen.
“Hey there, easy, don’t try to get up yet. Can you tell me how many fingers you see?” The beautiful man came more into frame. There might’ve been a couple of him.
“Eight? Or maybe six?” He answered confidently. “Are you my husband?” The man sucked in a breath and looked away, searching for something. Eddie didn’t like that. “I don’t care how many fingers you have, gorgeous. That doesn’t matter at all to me. The more the merrier-“
“Get someone, I don’t understand why they don’t have medical or someone. He’s definitely concussed. Because I know, okay? Just, ugh, stop arguing with me and go find someone in charge. Or try to flag down someone on stage.”
Eddie had no idea what was happening, but his very hot husband seemed to be handling everything. He laid back and continued to stare up at him. There was a sharp pain on his temple and a dull ache in his head and his left wrist, but that couldn’t matter much.
“Forgive me baby, but I seem to have forgotten your name.” He smirked up at him. He reached a hand out to the middle person as his vision swam. That was fine, too.
The beautiful man knelt back down next to him and took his hand. “I’m Steve. You didn’t know my name before, though. We sort of just met. You fell off the stage during a sound check. And no one seems to give a fuck that you’re hurt and probably have a concussion.” That seemed like a lot. His temple pulled tight and he hissed when he tried to frown to think. “Don’t worry, though. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I’m not worried, Stevie.” He pulled their connected hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of his husband’s. “You always take such good care of me.”
“Oh man,” he heard him sigh. They were so in love. Eddie smiled and closed his eyes. It hurt to try to focus on the multiples of Steve and the people moving around behind him.
“What’s going on?” Someone with a stern voice made him jump some time later. He opened his eyes and saw Steve was still kneeling with him, so he closed his eyes again. He didn’t have to worry, Steve would handle it.
“He fell off the stage and hit his head. No one even came to check on him. He’s out of it and confused and probably concussed. He’s seeing at least double and he thinks- um, he thinks he knows me and he doesn’t.”
He perked up at that. “Well I think I would know my own husband!”
The new guy blinked at him then turned back to Steve. “Okay. An ambulance is on its way. Do you think we can get him over to the parking lot? It’s going to be a mess to try to get a stretcher through the crowd.”
Steve mumbled something under his breath that sounded like a combination of very creative swear words and Eddie chuckled. His husband was such a hard ass.
“We can try but if he gets dizzy or worse we’re stopping and you’re just going to have to do something to get a stretcher here. How do you plan a festival with zero medical staff? This is fucking ridiculous and-“
“It’s okay, baby, I can walk.” He sat up quickly and the crowd spun around him. “Woah. Maaaaybe not.”
“Exactly. Okay, lay back down. I got you.” Steve’s other hand came around the back of his head to guide him as he leaned back. There was a rolled up shirt or something he hadn’t realized had been tucked behind his head. Probably Steve’s. He was such a good husband.
There was a bunch more talking above him and he didn’t really listen. Steve’s voice got louder and more stern and then calmed down. A female voice came and Steve seemed to calm down even more.
“I love you so much, Stevie. Taking such good care of me. Gunna suck your dick so good when we get home.”
Steve made a choking noise and someone giggled next to them.
“Eddie!” A familiar voice called. “Eddie what the fuck?”
He opened his eyes to see Gareth and Jeff hovering over him. “Oh hey guys,” he greeted them. When he tried to sit up a hand pushed his chest back down. “Stevie here is taking care of everything. I guess I hit my head?”
“We thought you just disappeared. They finally got Chrissy on the radio to tell us you fell and they’re waiting on an ambulance. What the fuck, dude? And who is Steve?”
“Steve, my husband? Obviously.” He waved their conjoined hands for emphasis.
He looked up to see Steve wince and Gareth and Jeff share a puzzled look. The hand on his chest left.
“Sorry. Hi, I’m Steve. I was just sort of here, when he fell. He’s confused. I think he has a concussion.”
He watched them all shake hands, the guys now looking more concerned than before.
“Shit, man. If we don’t play we don’t get paid. We need this.”
“We can stay with him, if that’ll help. Can you go on without him?” Steve offered.
The guys shared another look. Jeff shrugged, “I mean, we probably have to. We can swap out some of the songs where he’s the lead-“ he looked around. “We need to go talk to Chrissy. Gareth, give him your number so he can keep in contact with us. We really appreciate this, Steve.” Jeff disappeared and he watched, confused, as Steve handed Gareth his phone. Why were they acting like they didn’t know each other?
Before he could question anyone, there was a stretcher and people in uniforms helped get him onto it and wheeled him through a crowd of people. He kept his eyes on Steve who stayed beside him and held his hand the entire way.
“You riding with us?” The EMT asked Steve after they locked the stretcher into the ambulance.
Eddie answered, “Of course, this is my husband.”
Steve sighed. “Yes and no. I’m coming. I am not his husband, though. He’s concussed and we just met.”
The other EMT raised her eyebrows. “Alright then. Glad you were around.”
Steve settled onto the seat next to him and took his hand again.
Eddie settled back and looked up at him. “Me too.”
@eddiemonth
#Going out of order because my brain wanted to do this instead of kinktober today#Eddie month#eddie month fic#Mine#Steve’s a concussion expert#Steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#corroded coffin#stranger things#stranger things fic
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LUXIEM Bedtime Routine
Writing type: Headcanons
Rating: SFW
Total Word count: 1036≈(before edits)
Other notes: Implied some sort of established relationship with the reader (you can interpret as platonic or romantic, it's up to you)
Featured?: Ike, Myta, Vox, Luca, and Shu
Author comment: HA! with a blog name like mine you'd expect a XSOLEI headcanons first but gotta keep them guessing ig.... Please enjoy;; my headcanons are a stream of my consciousness if anything; I haven't written anything publicly in like a year ahaha (killme)
Disclaimer and Reminder; this is based on the characters made by NIJISANJI, not the people behind the character voicing them. If in the future the person expresses or states that fics of this nature makes them uncomfortable I will 100% remove this or anything I write about the characters involved.
Bedtime routine:
Always has a cup of sleepy time tea before bed
Will force you to drink one too (because you both have no sleep schedule <3)
For nights where you both go to sleep on time, skin care routine
Hear me out.... I'm talking face masks, creams the full sends baby
Once all of that is taken care of y'all will eventually change into whatever you sleep in (Oliver-sensei outted Ike the other day for sleeping in only boxers lmfao but that's not relevant)
He will spend at least an hour reading in bed before falling asleep, be prepared with a sleeping eye mask maybe?
Or start a night time books club with him because he will not change this
He is a novelist after all
Once he's done reading and the glasses come off, one of two things will happen
He will fall asleep immediately
Or you guys will be up for the majority of the night talking about deep stuff
You know those sleepovers you have with your homies where it gets deep, that's what I mean
Regardless what time you pass out you are sure to sleep safe next to Ike!
Extras:
Ike doesn't strike me as a guy who likes to cuddle in bed, if anything you accidently snuggle up to him he'll shuffle away from you
He sometimes will fall asleep at his desk which is a habit he only started since streaming, back when he was novelist he didn't have this problem for some reason
Ike sleeps with like one blanket? I hope you like the cold <3
Bedtime routine:
I feel like Mysta's bedtime routine is a wildcard, you never know what he's gunna be doing to eventually end up in bed
You brush your teeth and he goes "OoOOoh I knew I was forgetting to do something."
Sleeping feels more like a chore to him then a necessity
You'll catch this man up at 3 am playing Minecraft and he'll still be like "Oh shit, is it bedtime?"
He's a piece of work to even get him to start to migrate towards the bedroom
Once he finally changes and lays down; he's kind of like Ike, where he'll immediately pass out or will spend hours talking to you
However the conversations are more like "Why is cheddar cheese orange do you think?"
GOOGLE IT IDK I'M TIRED
Once he finally falls asleep he 100% mumbles in his sleep, you find it endearing as you slip on a pair of headphones or earplug's
Extras:
Opposed to Ike; you will wake up either cuddling or being cuddled by Mysta
Despite the struggle to get this man into bed, he sleeps better next to someone
Known to occasionally sleep walk
You found him in the bathtub one time it was kinda scary
He firmly denies this ever happened
Bedtime Routine:
Vox is very ritualist when it comes to bedtime
He's also a very sleepy demon and enjoys maximizing his sleep to its full extent
So with him it's very "no nonsense"
He takes a shower
Blow-dries and cares for his hair
He brushes his teeth (While still in a towel)
Again h e a r m e o u t....
He's a voice demon that came back to life, he has a skincare routine for bedtime (Still in a towel btw)
All luxury products of course
After that he change into something comfy
For some reason after all of that this man sleeps in mismatched socks like a sociopathy
Once y'all lay down he'll watch some stupid memes on his phone of a bit or do some light reading
There is no in between
Once he's done however he is out like a light, usually within an arms reach of you
Extras:
Similarly to Mysta, you will wake up in his arms
It's funny because he insists it's entirely your doing
On the rare occasions where he can't sleep he'll get up and cook something
He says it helps him relax
The delicious aroma however wakes you up and the two of you share a lovely midnight snack
Bedtime Routine:
Luca tends to stay up really late
This is partial because of old work habits (if no ones awake to see you get rid of a body then it isn't a problem)
Luca like Vox though has bit of a ritualist bedtime getting ready routine though
Shower
Brush teeth
Change
Without fall no matter how late into the night (morning) it is
Once in bed, he crashes
The man is out like a light
I think because his bedroom is definitely his own space he feels at ease and can just doze off
It does help that he has a very nice bed I guess too
Once again you know you can sleep safe next to Luca, he wouldn't let anything disturb you
Extras:
Like Mysta, Luca does occasionally talks in his sleep, but not nearly as loud as Mysta does
He doesn't strike me as the cuddling type either, i think if you tired it wake him up
Despite being able to sleep easily he also wakes up super easily
Again probably due to his pat
Fear not though, once Luca let's his gaurd down again he passses out pretty quickly again
Bedtime routine:
Shu, like Ike, has a big cup of tea before bed
He swears up and down that drinking something warm before bed gets you to sleep faster
He's also diligent with his night time hygiene needs
Once again; for the final time, I'm asking you to hear me out
Skin
Care
Routine
You cannot sit here and tell Mr. Shu Sorcerer Yamino (eyyyyyyyyy) doesn't take good care of his skin
Off track but anyway
Kind of like Luca, once he's in bed he is out
I also feel like Shu snores but like not loud? It's kinda like white noise (like listening to ocean??)
Sleep well sweet sorcerer
Extras:
Shu is also not a cuddler, he's more the type to like accidently fall out of bed if you snuggle up to him
He doesn't like feeling the extra body heat on him while he sleeps
Off topic again but he also has a strict morning routine which consists of him getting up early
He's be trying to get you on board but like sleep ya know?
(My request are open plz send me some)
#luxiem#luxiem x reader#luxiem x you#luxiem headcanons#nijisanji#nijisanji en#nijisanji x reader#ike eveland#mysta rias#vox akuma#luca kaneshiro#shu yamino#ike eveland x reader#mysta rias x reader#vox akuma x reader#luca kaneshiro x reader#shu yamino x reader#hexgaywire headcanons
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Thank you everyone for making this happen! Now, without further ado, the match-ups for Round 1!!!
Round 1
"I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3 / "You're just a corpse who doesn't know he's dead" - Valter, Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones
"Are you going to be our goddess of victory… or our angel of death? Doesn't sound too bad to bet my life on that." - Keiji Shinogi, Your Turn To Die: Death Game by Majority / "Don't fuck with a witch!" - Bayonetta, Bayonetta
"Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! Why am I inferior to you!? I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! So someone would want me around! I am an ace detective! A celebrity! But you… You're just some criminal trash living in an attic!? So how!? How does someone like you have things I don't!? How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?" - Goro Akechi, Persona 5 / "I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this child." - Starlo, Undertale Yellow
"I want you to live." - Charlotte Wiltshire, Hello Charlotte Series / "Your hair… sunset colored. I like it." - Queequeg, Limbus Company
"The hope to end pointless conflict… The hope to tell your daughter how much you care… It is our mission as apothecaries to ensure that everyone lives long enough for their hopes to become reality. Even if it costs us our own lives." - Castti Florenz, Octopath Traveler II / "Game is clear when 2 zombies hold hands!!" - "How to Play" Narrator, Loving Deads: The House of the Dead EX
"Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary… feelings" - Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "I am so fucking normal right now" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium
“SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN” - Harry du Bois (in the form as a potential mural painting), Disco Elysium / "You pull out your cellphone and access your old Tumblr. You have ten, but you specifically access the Garfield one." - Narrator, Monster Prom
"… Nice meeting you again, you FUCKING WHALE!" - Ishmael, Limbus Company / "My guess is no one's ever loved you before" - Woody, Kingdom Hearts 3
"Take care, [player]. I was lucky to have known you. Though the parting hurts... the rest is in your hands!" - Grovyle, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky / "Far out, man." - Netzach, Limbus Company
"I'll be back once I eliminate that devil called poverty from the world!" - Partitio Yellowil, Octopath Traveler II / "Elder gods from the whole cosmos have awoken to taste your cookies." - Narrator, Cookie Clicker
"Hello! This is the part where I kill you!" - Wheatley, Portal 2 / "Now we come to the question : Do I kill you? Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight? The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. How's a girl to choose?" - Alice Angel, Bendy and the Ink Machine
"I am Ferdinand von Aegir" - Ferdinand von Aegir, Fire Emblem: Three Houses / "Her metabolic processes are of interest only to historians." - Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations
"It ain't a matter of guys or chicks... I'm just scared shitless of being rejected" - Kanji Tatsumi, Persona 4 / "...also Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers" - Narrator, The Stanley Parable
“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” - Happy Mask Salesman, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask / "I have no idea what to do with my life, but that's okay! Because I'm still working hard! Even if it's on nothing at all!" - Papyrus, Undertale
"Despite everything, its still you." - Narrator/Chara/Frisk???, Undertale / "In this world, it's kill or be killed." - Flowey, Undertale
“Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves…” - Voices of the Paranoid, Slay the Princess / "In the quiet glade, across old bark. In the ancient glade, it's always dark." - Gabbro, Outer Wilds
"You take away all their sins, and people aren't people anymore!" - Rokurou Rangetsu, Tales of Berseria / "Do you even get how it feels to have nightmares about doing tango with raw chickens? Eh?" - Heathcliff, Limbus Company
"Life is worth living, even if it hurts you, even if you hurt in it." - Solid Snake, Metal Gear Solid / "I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle... and wonder if we'll ever get the chance to kill him." - 2B, Nier: Automata
“Oh? Is that how it is? Yeah, okay, I like you too. Neat! Still going to kill you, but now we can both enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder.” - The Razor, Slay the Princess / "Now it’s Reyn Time!" - Reyn, Xenoblade Chronicles
"You lost the coin toss. We both did." - Catherine Chun, SOMA / "I like to drink blood. . . and smoke the weed!" - Dracula, Space Funeral
"Pick a god and pray!" - Frederick, Fire Emblem: Awakening / "Can you believe it? Dragons! In your own homeland! What are you going to do?" - Florentia Candidius, Elder Scrolls Online
""Did you get the Broom Closet Ending?! The Broom Closet Ending was my favourite!" ...I hope your friends find this concerning." - Narrator, The Stanley Parable / "It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!" - Old Man, Legend of Zelda
“Close your eyes for a sec, will you Chigasaki?” “You mean physically? Or to the criminal acts I’m pretty sure you’re about to commit?” “Both.” - Chikage Utsuki & Itaru Chigasaki, A3! Act! Addict! Actors! / "You are all about to perish, do as you please. I'm sorry." - Meta Knight, Kirby Super Star
"Boy" - Kratos, God of War / "Take care of yourself, kid, cause someone really cares about you." - Sans, Undertale
"Almost Christmas means it wasn't Christmas!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "Dios mío!” (Draw a cross.) “A LIBERAL!" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium
"That's it. I'm not paying one cent of my taxes!" - Ema Skye, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / ""Trust your partner"... And I do. I can't forgive you, but I trust you." - Neku Sakuraba, The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai
"Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." - Ralof, Skyrim / *clap ... clap ... clap ... * "Oh good, my slow clap processor made it into this thing, so at least we have that" - GLaDOS, Portal 2
"hallOO. chikkEN. OKs?" - BOb, Slime Rancher / "Pretty good plan. You could say it was the greatest—" - Charles Calvin, The Henry Stickmin Collection
"Blood comes in four types: A, B, O, and AB. However! No blood test can determine whether a murder was committed… in cold blood!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "You ain't my partner anymore, man. You're my friend! So trus' that, yo!" - Beat (Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito), The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai
"I always come back." - William Afton, FNaF Pizzeria Simulator / "So -- as you can see, I'm a *pretty okay* detective -- and an absolutely GIANT COMMUNIST." - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium
"Ears have a nice mouth feel, very chewy!" - Briar, League of Legends / "This is like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me." - Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)
"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like this, kids like you... Should be burning in hell." - Sans, Undertale / "In the dark times, should the stars also go out?" - Steban, the Student Communist, Disco Elysium
“We are a path in the woods. We have no beginning, and we have no end, but something cold and unnatural sits watching us from just beyond our edge.” - The Wild, Slay the Princess / "Strong Pokémon. Weak Pokémon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled Trainers should try to win with the Pokémon they love best." - Karen (Elite Four), Pokemon HeartGold / SoulSilver
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Comfort.
oneshot.
Lee know x reader
fem!reader
established!relationship
angst, fluff, comfort
"And then she totally-" She sighed. "Y/n. Can you give everyone else a chance to talk? It's so annoying. And you wonder why non of us hung out with you in school." My eyes widened and I looked down at my lap. "Gosh I'm so sorry, I never realised I spoke so much." She ran a hand through her hair. "How could you realise over your squeaky ass voice?" I frowned and kept quiet after mumbling a quick apology. They continued their conversation and I sipped on my coffee. What is wrong with me. How did I not realise. "Alright guys I'll see you later." One of the girls said standing up. "Yeah Me too." I mumbled grabbing my purse and phone. Immediately going to message Minho.
Y/n
Hey Min. Can you come pick me up please?
Min 🥺
No.
Y/n
Oh. Okay Nevermind then I'll get a taxi. See you at home.
Min 🥺
Hey I was kidding. I'll come get you. Is the reunion over already?
Y/n
Its fine. I'm on my way home already. Bye.
I sighed switching my phone off and looked out of the taxi window. What if he thinks the same? I felt my heart sink. I can't lose him. I need to fix this. I need to be better. For him. I used a tissue to dab my tears away. The make up is gunna make me look horrid if I cry.
I paid the driver and got out and walked up to my front door with my shoulders slouched. What a lovely reunion. I sighed and pushed in the passcode walking in. "Y/n? Jagi!" Minho ran up to me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Are you okay? You sounded so down over text. Why didn't you wait for me? I would've picked you up. I was just kidding when I said no, baby. I told you. But you got a tax-" I smiled. "Its fine. I got a taxi." He frowned. "Baby-" I looked over his shoulder. "I'm going to go change." I mumbled before letting go of the hug and scurrying of to the room.
I sat on the bed after changing into my pjs, then lied back looking at the ceiling. I sighed. "Baby." Minho walking in with a cup of tea. "here." I sat up, took the mug and didn't say anything. "So what happened at the reunion. Did ya see your friends?" I stared at the tea in my cup. "Min..." He looked at me, eyes sparking. "Do I? Do you...Am I.." He frowned at my jumbled words, put my cup down and took my hands in his. "What is it?" He asked softly and I sniffled. "Do you ever get tired of me talking too much, Is it annoying?" His face fell.
"Tired? never. And why would it ever annoy me" He wiped the tears that slipped down my cheeks. "You telling me about your day, ranting about everything. Talking to me in general. It comforts me. It makes me feel like I'm home. You're my home. Your voice calms me down. And when you talk about that new artwork you've been busy with, your eyes sparkle. Its the most beautiful thing ever. I absolutely do not get tired of you talking and no, it doesn't annoy me." I pouted.
"really?" He nodded. "really jagi." He rubbed our noses together. "wanna tell me about that reunion?" I nodded and pouted before mumbling a small "yeah."
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This Week in BL - Drunken Shenanigans
May 2023 Wk 4
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - this is Thai BL living its best life. Wait, who is Kong? Another ex? Ah just a Boy from the Past. (HI BIG, I love you, when you gunna lead a BL?) Chot & Pat’s friendship is giving me LIFE! It is the best thing in BL right now. Also this show is defining slow burn. Jeng & Pat both primping for their date? Come on! I am so glad I get to start my week with these boys. Also I would like to see the BL (within this BL) staring Up & Rice. They are VERY pretty together.
La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - I end my week with this one and it’s almost as good as starting with Step. The brothers relationship is pitch perfect younger to middle. P’Pat is serving up yacht rock visuals. (I’m not mad about it. Reminds me of Tay in DBK.) I do like them as a couple I just mistrust Pat’s constancy and motives. Although I am beginning to wonder if his motivation might feel suss because it’s pure lust (and we see that so rarely in a BL we innately mistrust it). Meanwhile, I like that Tai has a younger guy interested in him and with whom he has chemistry too. And it’s the one his brother likes. This is messy gay in a good way.
Our Skyy 2 (Boss & Babe) eps 11-12 - I was drunk for this one, so I thought it was mostly just foolish. While Book seemed to be having a bumper of a time with his role as Lord of Misrule I fast forwarded through a lot of it. It did make me laugh with some of the wordplay, but the fact that they involved an entire office (non-consenting) in their kink rollplay was a bit weird for me. 6/10
Luminous Solution (Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - The subs are truly bonkers (including a few captions that seem the be the subbers notes to themselves). There are 2 lead couples: 1 is an LTR with an overworked doctor & his recently fired husband and the other is an E2L jock+nerd with high school students (way more my thing). It’s actually pretty good for a pulp, the acting is decent and the pacing on point. I’m not mad at it especially now Dome has shown up.
Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 1 of 10? - I’m doing a trash watch! I was drunk, it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, but the first 1/4 of a JittiRain BL never is.
Past-senger (Weds Gaga) ep 12fin - thank fuck that ended but also: WTF is with that ending? Guess that’s a massive prospective age gap relationship. I’m… unsettled. (And age gap doesn’t bother me.) Anygay, anydaddy that’s the lingering flavor from this BL: unsettling. You know I tend to judge on endings... full review below.
The Promise (Weds YT & WeTV) ep 10fin - did’t air to YT this week
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 8 of 10 - I love this show. I know everything that’s gonna happen and I’m still riveted. Sweetly awkward confession.
Star Struck (Korea iQIYI & Gaga) ep 3-4 of 8 - I’m enjoying the complexity of this one. It’s like a combo of Shoulder and 8th but somehow easier-going than either. Not totally my cup of tea, in a way because of that complexity, but also I faintly mistrust its BL-ness. Also: That was one of the most painful confession scenes ever. Ouch. (Meanwhile, have I mentioned recently I hate icky’s interface? Well I do. Also iQIYI is now officially icky henceforth!)
Love Mate (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 7-8fin - The asshole ex was perfectly cast but I felt a touch let down by this ending - it didn’t have the strength of its convictions. Full review below.
Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - I like the Taiwanese boss, he knows what’s up. Cool dude. Arranged a sleepover and everything. Also... we win when there is experimental kissing but odds are Japan is faking us out.
Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) - is it me or did this not drop? If it did I missed it.
It’s Airing But ...
My Story (Pinoy Sat YouTube) 10 eps - I bounced at ep 4. Someone will tell me if I should bother with the rest after it ends.
House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.
The Day I Loved You (Pinoy YouTube) eps 6-7 of 10 - Terminal illness for the sunshine. I bounced at ep 6. DNF. Ends next week, someone tell me if it’s as bad as I thought it was gonna be.
Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan Sun ????) ep 1 of ? - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?*) also I’m really not inclined to hunt.
Ended this week
Past-senger - Marc (My Gear & Your Gown) & Copper (My Engineer) star in a time slip story of a 90s kid who travels to 2022. The central premise was solid and the actors gave it their best but the show was bloated with unnecessary awkward side couples and the ending went from confusing to unsettling to plain old (and I do mean OLD) not good. 4/10 NOT RECOMMENDED, FATALLY FLAWED
Love Mate - Launched very much openly gay older uke with commitment issues and a romantic if arrogant younger seme with no respect for boundaries. Workplace harassment much? That’s BL for ya. (Also a nonBL Kdrama specialty.) So yeah it’s questionable, but so is my taste. The ultimate premise that someone badly hurt shuts themself off to romance is very similar to Happy Merry Ending or 8th Sense but this version was more about fear than abuse or trauma. For me, this made Love Mate more relatable since fear of love makes it about the couple rather than one person’s self-acceptance journey. However, because the denouement in Love Mate was driven by a late in the run faen fatal and not the central relationship, the conclusion felt forced. I can, however, see myself rewatching this one, so if falls into the general rank of 2023′s KBL AKA solid high standard and eminently watchable. 8/10 RECOMMENDED
In Case You Missed It
Both the Egoist (Japanese movie) and Tie The Knot (Pinoy series) got picked up for international release. Tie is coming to Prime. Not yet sure who bagged Egoist but at least it has distribution. These both seem more “messy arse gay” than BL but I have been waiting for them. About Us but Not About Us (2022 Pinoy movie) is also coming to Prime.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Starting:
6/2 Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - Andre, a film maker from the Philippines, works in LA. He finds a Korean-American roommate, Joshua, who helps him navigate the challenges and uncertainties of living in America. The two develop a bond, but then it’s time for Andre to go home. It’s mostly in English and set in LA so I won’t watch this.
6/3 Let’s Eat Together AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai (Japan movie) - Japanese cinema release means no inter distribution. Looks cozy: daily lives of college students and roommates who enjoy meals together, and a v codependent, adaptation of yaoi Let’s Eat Together Aki and Haru. I’ll keep an eye open for it but assume we can’t get it for now.
June 2023 Line Up
6/7 Love Tractor (Korea iQIYI) 8 eps - announced in 2022 from WATCHA (Semantic Error) I've been WAITING for this one. About a stressed-out law student who family obligations force into the countryside where a series of strange encounters and misunderstandings with his hunky young farmer neighbour. Will this be an extended version of Strongberry’s Some More? Or Korea’s take on Restart After Come Back Home? I'm chuffed. Country boy meets city boy is a very underused romance trope in BL.
6/9 Boys Love Omegaverse AKA The Boys Love sequel no one asked for (Japan movie) - everyone jockeyed to release the first ABO but it looks like Japan will take it. They do like to do all things BL FIRST. This seems to just be borrowing the branding of Boys Love, showing little resemblance to either original, since it's about 4 men in an idol group. (But could go very dark with that title. Boys Love is technically the first and one of the darkest BLs ever made.) Movie+Japan = no inter distribution.
6/15 Tokyo in April AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan ????) 8 eps - Based on a yaoi, this is a reunion romance that takes place in an office. Japan does Our Dating Sim? Cool. Of course no idea where to watch it. Oh Japan, must you?
6/22 About Us but Not About Us (Pinoy movie from 2022 on Prime) - A professor grieving the loss of his partner meets an ambitious literature student.
6/24 Why You (Khmer BL ????) - Billed as a horror romance, not sure if this is a movie or a series where it will air... nothing except that it exists.
6/24 Tie The Knot AKA Under the Same Sky (Pinoy movie on Prime) Trailer - I guess Prime is coming for our Pinoy BL? From OXIN Films (Rainbow Prince), announced for 2022 based on a true story, Briggs's family runs a bridal business but he has never had a chance to fall in love until he meets Shao, a groom to be.
6/25 Dinosaur Love (Thai ????) Trailer 5 eps - from Ultimate Troop about a cute uni student, Rak, whose partner cheats on him with Rk's best friend. This gives bad boy hazer Dino an opportunity to hit on Rak at last. From The Yearbook people so I will not watch this as it airs. After Remember Me? Never again with them.
2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
This bit made me bark laugh. The more Thai BL I watch the more I get the word play jokes the funnier they are. Language is so cool.
Dear Boss & Babe your ForceBook is showing.
Yes! One of my favorite dishes too! Nam Khao! Try it some time, you will not regret it. (Step by Step)
These too are gonna break us. (Star Struck)
(last week)
Current Kpop earworm? P1Harmoney’s Peacemaker
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I just relized something that I don't think enough people talk about. We keep thinking the heartbreak of Jayce and Viktor that will happen. Viktor becoming the Machine Herald. We are not ready for that. But also-
WE WON’T BE READY FOR VIKTOR AND BLITZCRANK'S HEARTBREAK
This is gonna be as emotional as the fucking iron giant, AND WE ALL WILL CRY
Viktor building, bonding with Blitz. Learning about Blitz having a mind of it's own. Trying to keep his baby safe from the council.
I'm not gonna be ready for that 😭
Honestly the whole Viktor/Blitzcrank bond speaks volumes to me. Like… Viktor created this living being that developed emotions of its own, and like… he doesn’t consider that a flaw in the golem. He never considers “removing” the emotion from Blitzcrank (to my knowledge?? Correct me if I’m wrong Leaguies). He considered it a flaw in himself, removed them from himself (Thor “did he though” meme) but when Blitz exhibits signs of consciousness and emotion, he just… lets it be. Like… for a guy who preaches rising above emotion, that’s just a huge sign that Viktor does view a certain degree of emotion as essential to being alive, he just… struggles with them himself.
Also… I personally think things are gunna play out differently in Arcane. I think the council attack is the beginning of the end for Viktor’s time in Piltover, and that his exile will follow shortly after. I don’t think he’s even gunna be able to create Blitz before he’s exiled. So maybe he’ll create Blitz while he’s also undergoing his transformation into MH? And the two of them are born/reborn together?? Then the whole “council trying to take Blitz away/deprogram them” will either come much later, once Viktor is already the Herald, or it won’t happen at all/it’ll be reworked. Cuz once the cities officially split, the Piltover Council really won’t have any say in what a Citizen of Zaun does (granted Blitz is created using a Hextech gemstone, so maybe that’s where the Council’s objection comes in?) Or perhaps it’s switched around, and it’s the Chem Barons who are trying to seize Blitz for themselves? That could work, it is very valuable and groundbreaking technology.
Either way, you’re absolutely right, we’re not gunna be ready. Viktor will have lost so much at that point; his family, his home, his work, his… Jayce. And to finally have this incredible thing he created, to give it life and “raise” it like his own child, teach it about the world… only to be threatened with having that ripped from his grasp too?? Like goddamn, can he have one fucking thing for himself?!
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Jake Long: Nice jacket.
Danny Fenton: Thanks, its new.
Randy Cunningham: But that's Ben's jacket.
Danny: WAS Ben's jacket. Now its MY jacket till he pays me the money he owes me.
Ben 10 in the other room talking to Kim, Ron, Rook, Jenny, Juniper, Rex, and Zak: Jokes on him, the longer he wears it, the more the press thinks we're dating.
Rook: True! The ship name has been number 2 on trending for over an hour now.
Zak Saturday: Only number 2? What's number 1?
Rex Salazar: Bet its the Juniper/Jake ship. That's been hot lately.
Juniper Lee: Ugh, like that would happen! I bet its the Rex/Jenny Ship! Ray Ray heard a friend gushing about it the other day.
Jenny Wakeman: Danny and Ben might not be number 1 yet, but I'll fix that soon enough!
Kim Possible: Listen guys, it doesn't matter who's number 1 on that list. Its has nothing to do with our actual relationships!
Ron Stoppable: Its the Kim/Danny ship... isn't it?
Everyone: ...
Zak Saturday: You okay dude?
Ron Stoppable: Yeah, no, all good! Just gunna go over behind that pillar for a moment.
Ron: *walks behind a pillar*
Kim: Sigh, be right back guys...
Kim: *walks behind the pillar*
Rex: ... Think we could raise the ranking of the Rex/Ben ship?
Jenny: Give me an hour and some photoshop and you'll be rolling in likes and shares!
Zak: All right! I can set up a camera shoot!
Ben: HECK YEAH! Let's drag Miss perfect down a few slots!
Juniper: I know our base of operations is here... but I'm banning you all from my city.
A/N: After the Dimensional collapse caused by Aku, the group decides to use Orchid Bay as their base of operation since Juniper can't leave and her presence holds Aku's prison seal in place. Rex's universe has avoided the compression due to its incompatibility. However, he must round up stray Nanites that bleed into other universes due to the damage caused to the veil between the realities before they cause trouble.
The different realities adjacent to the compressed universe can be accessed via Jimmy Nuetron's recaller portals.
Aku is an outlier, and the incident has torn these worlds from their prime timelines to protect other realities. If Aku cannot be stopped, the universe will fold in on itself killing everyone, and tear open a hole to the rest of the multiverse. Allowing Aku to corrupt and destroy everything.
All rules are shattered, and there's no safety net if our heroes fail. So no pressure guys!
Also, jokes on Juniper, she's going to marry that scaley menace if they don't all die!
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Fine Wine (Robert Plant x fem!OC)
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Description: Our fiery OC from Cherry Lips receives a call from the man she's seen the world with, after months of distancing himself. She may just be the medicine he needs in his time of uncertainty…
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He was greeted with an icy draft as he pushed open his door. A stark contrast to where he’d been two hours prior. A fleeting bask in the heat of his past. But that’s all it was. Fleeting. In the past.
Robert knew it had to happen. Ahmet would have enjoyed seeing the lads back together, even if it was just for one last show. It was necessary to remind himself of that fact, otherwise the work gone into the past month would be for nothing. Though, his brain—that guy up there—tried to convince the rest of him that it was truly fruitless. And he knew what he’d have to deal with for the next year or so…
Robert, is there any chance of a Zeppelin tour again?
Mr Plant, how did it feel to be up there again?
Do you think Jason lived up to his father’s name?
Are you and Jimmy planning on working together again?
What’s your relationship like with John Paul Jones?
Why wasn’t Stairway To Heaven released as a single?
How do you think your voice has changed?
Robert, why don’t you want to talk about Led Zeppelin?
Bob, can you sign this for me? Bob?! Who the fuck do you think you are, mate? You’re only gunna sell it on eBay.
Scratching at his head, Robert reluctantly turned the light on, revealing his current home exactly how he left it. Hah, why wouldn’t it be? There’s nobody here to disturb it…
There was so much of the world he still needed to discover, to figure out. More music out there to be made. So much bigger than the walls of this London flat sat high up in a building full of more flats, with even more people, with even more stories–Oh, shit, are you Robert Plant? I need to call my best friend and tell her you live right near me!
Thankfully, that common situation was less common in the area he chose to live. It made him feel dirty, buying such a luxurious flat in such a well-established complex. Some called it a penthouse, but no, that was two floors up. Alas, he did have a pleasant view of… the city. Okay, maybe not that, but at least he could go for a walk to the nearest coffee shop… Okay, maybe he couldn’t have that human experience, either.
To think that 34 years ago, he would be in the deep end, engaging in whatever post-show debauchery the band could muster up, and now he was here… A 59-year-old man unable to escape the 25-year-old boy that hadn’t experienced the true meaning of heartbreak yet. He was free, seeing everything in bold, whilst now he lived in a precarious state push and pull.
Desperately wishing for the world to see him as Robert Plant the musician, as opposed to Percy of Led Zeppelin.
Oh. There it is… There lies the conflict—his conflict. If he was hell-bent on enjoying music in all forms, being who he was at heart, why on Earth was he sitting on the edge of his bed, curtains drawn, dwelling on the fact that he wasn’t, in fact, Percy anymore?
Nobody told him the truth. Nobody told him when he was wrong, how he could improve himself. With the odd exception, there wasn’t a single person he came across in his ventures of life, who didn’t automatically compare him to, what he considered, that peacock prick of the 70s.
However, be that as it may, the audacity of Percy still ran rampant through Robert’s veins. If there was one thing age taught him, it was to grab life by the horns, come hell or come victory.
In his self-pity, still slightly buzzed from the bit of alcohol he’d already ingested that night, he took the leap in finding that familiar contact name in his phone, holding it to his ear as the dial tone held his breath with its frequencies.
Her phone rang just as she was about to take her first sip of wine, idly wandering in the kitchen of her sleekly designed flat. Half expecting it to be another call from the supervisor, she answered with an exasperated “Hello?,” bypassing the sensical act of glancing at the caller ID.
“Cherry…” he rasped, the name tasting bittersweet on his tongue.
Stiffening her posture, her previously tired eyes had blown open at the voice on the other end, as clear and crisp as it was in person. “Robert?”
“Cherry,” he repeated the silly nickname he’d given her a decade prior.
“Uh…” Delicately setting her wine glass back on the counter, she leaned against it, quizzically dropping her eyes to the floor. “This is unexpected…” She heard a gruff sigh, followed by some movement, coming from his end.
“I’m sorry…” he apologised, running a hand over his face as he stared out of his bedroom window. His phone felt heavy in his hand, bearing the weight of his audacity. Audacity he knew he should have kept at bay. “I guess age makes ya more of an arsehole…” he mumbled.
“Age? What are you talking about? Are you alright?”
“I’m as alright as an old man can be…”
“Your crypticism isn’t helping you seem less like an arsehole, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” Rolling her eyes, she moved to grab her wine again, making her way over to the sofa.
A lengthy pause followed. There’s a reason they describe silence as deafening. It irritated her to no end; she was able to take two whole sips of her wine during the time he left her in this ominous limbo.
“Why are you calling me?” she finally asked through a sigh, perching herself on the arm of her sofa, swirling the fragile liquid in her glass.
“Just… wanted to talk.” His words were unconvincing. Like a stroppy teenager insisting they want the beef stew bubbling on the stove, all whilst eyeing the takeaway menu on the fridge. She could read him, even through the phone. Plenty of practice by now.
“Well, so far it’s just been me talking…” She waited for an answer, even checking her phone to see that they were still connected. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up?”
“Nothing’s up…”
“Okay, and I’m currently in Russia,” she responded dryly.
“Are you?”
“Seriously, Robert?” she huffed, scrunching her eyebrows up at his atypical ignorance. “Look, if you’re not going to tell me why you really called me, I’ll just hang up, I’ve got zero patience for this right now.”
Yes, that’s it… Tell me I’m wrong. Give it to me straight. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he dropped his head in relief.
“Please tell me what’s wrong…” Her voice softened, almost mimicking a beg.
He chewed his lip, glancing at the clock on his bedside table. Was he really this pathetic that he needed a woman to come over and make this already stressful evening a little less gruelling? Well, yes, he was. To him, at least.
“Do you, uh… think you’d be able to come over?” His voice faltered.
Pausing mid-sip, she double checked that she was hearing things right. That her ears weren’t playing tricks on her. It wouldn’t be that outlandish to suggest auditory hallucinations at this point; it was bizarre enough that he was calling her in the first place. “You want me to come over? As in… to you? Right now?”
“Please…”
The silence that followed was thick with anticipation, punctuated only by the distant hum of traffic outside Robert’s window. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for her reply, acutely aware that he was asking a lot.
Finally, she broke the silence with a soft exhale, her voice tinged in a subtle mixture of disbelief and curiosity. “I guess I could… Why do you want me to come?”
Robert’s mind raced, searching for the right words to explain the tumult of emotions swirling within him. “I… I just need somebody,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Someone who won’t sugar coat things… Someone who knows me.”
She felt her heart stumble at his vulnerability, how fragile his voice sounded on the other end of the phone. Despite the fact that their interactions had become sparse over the last year, she couldn’t ignore the connection that still lingered between them, forged in the crucible of the years they’d spent in each other’s company.
Without another word, she made a decision, fuelled by compassion: rarely felt, but cherished when present. “Alright,” she said softly, her resolve firm. “I’ll come over. But you have to promise me something…”
A spark of hope ignited within Robert’s chest as he listened intently, hanging on her every word.
“...You have to tell me what’s bothering you. And don’t try and downplay it, either. Deal?”
A wave of relief washed over Robert as he nodded, a sense of gratitude playing eagerly at his heart. “Deal,” he agreed.
That leads them to the present, sat across from one another in his living room. Neither of them knew how the night would end, but all Robert knew was that he appreciated her willingness to come over at all.
“I thought you might have been out,” she speculated, accepting a glass of wine as a gallant replacement of the one she had to pour down the sink at home. Robert immediately shook his head, resting into the sofa with a hand rubbing around his bristly beard, unknowingly complimenting his fine wine allure. “Didn’t fancy another rodeo, huh?” she wittingly asked.
“I should imagine Jonesy’s all cosied up with Mo by now. Don’t know if I can say the same about Jimmy, though,” he huffed through a rueful laugh.
Biting her lip, she smirked to herself at his implication that Jimmy hadn’t lost his wild streak. “Well, I think it would be rather bizarre if Jimmy was with John’s wife right now, don’t you?” Injecting a bit of light into the atmosphere with her jesting tone, her smile grew with Robert’s in response.
Robert’s gaze lingered on her, from the light dimples on her cheeks, to the lips he would kill for. Though, now, they remained painted with a more natural tone as opposed to the deep cherry tint he associated with her. So beautiful.
She had to admit, upon noticing his wandering eyes, a familiar flicker kindled in her stomach, taking her back to the moment he first surveyed her from afar, all those years ago. “So…” she breathed, angling forward with her elbow resting into the cushiony surface of the chair arm, adjacent to the matching sofa Robert had relaxed on. Nestling her chin into her hand, she studied him. “What’s going on?”
Smile falling slightly, Robert cleared his throat and took a sip from his wine. It was discernible how desperately he was clambering to find the words, thoughts racing a millions miles a minute.
“Robert, I can’t help you if you don’t tell m–”
“Do you think I’ve lost my looks?”
Now, she wasn’t expecting that one.
Anyone who took one transient careen at him instantly concluded that Robert Plant knew of his appeal. So aware of his allure, it bordered on arrogance. He always played the game, no questions asked.
She let out an unintentional scoff, amused by his inquiry. Surely, he wasn’t serious. However, upon leering into his eyes a moment longer, she quickly realised he was being anything but frivolous.
Through a fated smirk, she asked him, “Is that really what you’re so upset about right now?”
He winced, huffing as he shifted on the sofa. “Not really. Well–yes, but no…”
“My God, men are so indecisive.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” he shot back with a boyish grin.
“Stop,” she pointed her finger at him. “Stop being so charming and funny, it doesn’t work on me.”
“Are you sure about that, darlin’?”
“You’re diverting.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who called after not bothering for months on end, am I?” And…there it is.
He knew this was going to come up at some point, and he was inclined to agree with the vexation it bestowed upon her. As he kept his eyes firmly locked on hers, he saw as clear as day the betrayal that encompassed her. Perhaps a strong word for their situation, but the hurt in her eyes spoke of nothing less.
“Cherry… I’m sor—���
“That seems to be the only word you know lately, Robert,” she interrupted him coolly. “Y’know, I came over because you sounded upset, and believe it or not, I still care about you.” She rose from the seat, making steady back and forth paces across his flat. “God knows why I care about you, but I do.”
Robert parted his lips to speak, but she kept going.
“Do you know how happy I was when I got your text the other month?” she asked, turning to look at him. “Even if it was just to say happy birthday.” She shrugged. “Maybe some tiny little part of me wished that you’d have kept in touch, but then I came to my senses and realised that you’re Robert fucking Plant!” She chuckled airily, running her hand through her hair.
His gaze fell to the floor, pondering her words like a bout of bad news. With a swallow, he slowly responded. “And why is Robert Plant so different?” Her scoff brought his eyes back to hers.
Then, almost as if it pained her to utter the words, a stern gleam in those big brown eyes, she answered with the truth. The whole truth. Nothing but the truth.
“…Because nobody comes close… to being like you.”
Compliments. More compliments. He shook his head with an exasperated resolve.
“No, don’t shake your head, when you know it’s the truth.” Taking a deep breath, she stepped a little closer to him, staring him down like a predator cornering its prey. “So I’m gonna ask you again…” she uttered, “What’s wrong?”
“I told you—“
“You asked me if I thought you’d lost your looks, you told me nothi—“
“I’m old!” He finally snapped, voice uncharacteristically raising. Distressed. Vulnerable. He shot up from the sofa, peering down at her with hesitant eyes. “All those people who came to see me tonight,” he pointed in the direction of the window, “They wanted to see that bare-chested young lad strutting around the stage and wailing like a newborn fuckin’ lamb!”
Robert breathed out heavily. It was his turn to start pacing, everything that had built up all evening practically spilling out of him like nickels from a glass bottle.
“Ya know, I’ve tried for the past 25 years to not be that anymore, to get as far away as I possibly could from all the bollocks, but tonight was a real fuckin’ grim reminder that all anyone ever cares about is my name!”
She’d never seen him this irate. He had his moments, irritable and unsatisfied with certain situations and people around him, but never failed to remain calm and respectful at all costs. The man she watched bounce back and forth in the dim light of his very un-Robert-esq home was the personification of a life lived to the fullest, only to reach a point in which there seemed very little left.
“Robert, I—“
“I realise I’m a massive fuckin’ hypocrite, by the way—being upset about people always expecting the young, virile Robert Plant, but also wishing I could have been that tonight.” Spinning on his heel to make another lap of the room, he was halted when she stepped in front of him, hands coming up to hold onto his arms. “Does any of that make sense, Cherry? Or am I going bonkers?” he asked with a hushed tone.
Sighing, she looked over his attire. Silky shirt with some sensible black slacks, encasing a body that displayed his advancing age. The lines on his face spoke of an earthy wisdom and a lifetime of laughter. Hair, previously a vivacious blonde, now faultlessly whisked with an ashy tint. His stomach was no longer landscaped, and one could no longer catch the intensity of his muscular build.
No, he wasn’t what the world instantly pictured when faced with his name. But he was still, without a doubt, the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
“Robert…” she breathed, bringing a hand up to gently trace the pads of her fingers over his beard, along his jaw, before stopping to place her hand flat against the side of his face. “My sweet, darling Robert… You have no idea, do you?” Dropping her voice to a whisper, she took in the edges of his features, how the blue in his eyes still shone brighter than any star in the sky.
The warmth of her hand against his skin made him weak. His eyes hooded, and he found himself instinctively resting into her touch. “About what?” he replied, matching her tone. His hand wrapped around her wrist, keeping her near.
Endearing was the word that sprung to mind. He was so endearing at that moment. So naively heedless. She couldn’t help but smile, as if a whole new light was gleaming down on him. Layers she had never been able to peel away were now crumbling at the lightest touch.
“How perfect you are…”
“I’m far from perfect.”
“Maybe not by the official definition,” she agreed. “But my definition… it’s all you, Robert.”
Any anger she may have felt for his distancing himself, any iota of annoyance at his unintentional ignorance, was insignificant when compared to the kind of love she felt for this man. “I don’t care how old you are. I mean, you’re not even that old,” she chuckled. “I don’t care that you’re not… Percy, or however you want to describe yourself back then.”
Robert’s eyes shut as he gently rested his forehead against hers, hands lowering to grip onto her waist like he’d never get to again.
“I never knew you as that person, and I don’t want to. Because the man that’s been in my life for the past 10 years has given me more to live for than any arrogant little peacock could,” she grinned at her own wording, knowing she was using his own opinion of himself as ammunition. He picked up on it, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat.
“And let’s not forget,” she smirked, snaking her arms over his shoulders. “A lot of girls have a preference for older men, Robert, and as far as I’m concerned, you’re the ideal. Plus, we don’t call you Daddy for no reason…” she giggled.
Even through his subdued demeanour, a tint of light pink coloured his cheeks; he hid it by dropping his head to her shoulder, tilting to take in her scent. “I don’t care about a lot of girls right now…” His words were muffled, but the way his lips gently tickled the side of her neck spoke for him.
“Robert?”
He lifted his head to look down at her. “Hm?”
“You’re beautiful,” she told him firmly. “Okay? I don’t ever want to hear you saying otherwise, because it’s bollocks. Pure bollocks. Alright?”
Okay, well maybe one person tells me the truth…
With a smile, he bit his lip and nodded, willing to take any word that fell from her perfect lips as gospel.
“Good.”
“Can I kiss you now, or am I still in troub–”
She cut him off with a heady kiss, hand holding the back of his head and fingers gripping at his corkscrew locks. A sigh of relief fell from him as he mirrored the passion, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to cradle her, encompassing her in his hold. His own fingers made a venture, delicately threading through her thick hair.
Eventually, he found himself backing her in the direction of his bedroom, willing footsteps following his lead. She didn’t even have to give herself to him. All she needed to do to keep his mind at bay, stop the intrusive thoughts from swirling in the recesses of his rapid mind, was be there.
But his Cherry was always insatiable, no matter the situation she found herself in. Like his own, her libido intensified in her 30s, and he deemed himself lucky to be on the receiving end of such licentious longing.
“I’m not gonna lie to you,” she hummed as Robert trailed his kisses along her cheek, eventually stopping at her neck. “When I got home from work, I wasn’t expecting anything like this to be happening tonight.” His bristly facial hair was tough against her skin, but provided a stimulating tingle nonetheless.
Chuckling, he nipped at her neck and guided her further backwards until she had no choice but to let her weight fall onto the bed, his following suit. His face hovered closely over hers, taking in her features. Admiring. Silently worshipping. She was everything.
“What?” she whispered up at him, stroking her thumb over his cheek.
Shaking his head, a small smile appeared on his lips. “Nothing… Just happy you’re here. With me.”
She huffed out a small laugh, placing a barely-there kiss to the tip of his nose, before nudging him to lay down so she could settle on top of him, legs trapping him under her. Using her hand flat on the bed beside his head, she propped herself up as she lingered over him. His hands were urgent as they gripped onto her hips, needily pressing his fingers against her curves. God, he wanted her so bad… It was next to impossible to be in the same room as her and not experience the familiar twitch below. That bloody blazer… She made every article of clothing look perfect, and she looked perfect wearing them.
Clocking his distracted gaze with a smirk, she smoothly brushed stray curls from his face. “What do you want, Robert?” she whispered, watching the way his eyes dilated and flickered through a mirage of emotions. “Tell me…” she encouraged, her lower lip slipping between her teeth in anticipation of his answer—an answer she was certain she could predict.
He sighed heavily, tilting his head to the side. “I don’t want you to think it’s all I called you over for, darlin’...”
She responded with a sweet smile and an airy laugh, shaking her head. “Hmm, no…” she mumbled, glancing down at his lips. “You told me why you called me over…” Lowering her face to his, their lips narrowly skimmed over one another.
“Now, I need you to tell me why you want me to stay…” Her voice had dropped to a sultry whisper, accompanied with a bold shift of her hips.
Jaw clenching, his grip on her tightened, goading her to keep up with her movements, to which she complied. “You really want to know, luv?” he gruffly asked.
“Dying to know…” she replied through a breathy sigh and a subtle smirk.
It seemed a mere millisecond had passed before one of his hands came up to hold onto the back of her head, pulling her down so he could speak directly into her ear.
“I want to feel you again,” he began, inching his other hand steadily from her hip in the direction of her backside. Guiding the paced movements she was still conducting. “Want to feel you forever,” he continued, words muffled against her.
By now, the strength keeping her propped up had waned and she found herself collapsing against him, once again completely wrapped up in his embrace, adhering to his ministrations, playing into his hands.
“I miss the way you wrap around me, baby,” he kept talking, barely realising each syllable sparked flutters between her legs. “And how sweet you taste…” Maybe he’d forgotten how much she enjoyed his voice in these intimate moments, but as she continued the rolling motion of her hips, the friction against her heightening arousal dragged a choked moan from her throat.
“Oh, ya like the sound of that, do you?” he provoked, his hand now holding onto her rear, but no longer guiding her; she was doing that all on her own. Taking her face in both of his hands, he brought her back up to face him. The familiar flush on her face, hooded eyes, the way her lips had parted and gentle gasps had fallen… “You like me talkin’ like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she breathed with a wanton nod. “Please…”
“Please, what, darlin’?”
“I-I need you…”
“You need me to do what?” His fingers began a steady journey over her chest, down to her stomach, where he inched his hand under the thin material of her blouse. Skin to skin. Fuck…
She whined, gripping onto his shirt, a furrow in her brow. “You know what I want, Robert…”
“Hmm, not sure I do–”
“I will leave if you keep playing with me.” As much as she wanted her threat to sound genuine, stern, her body was completely ablaze, and there was no way it sounded any stronger than a desperate plea.
Robert smirked at her, sneakily managing to slip his hand further down, until it was snuggly hidden within her trousers, her arousal prominent against the soft lace of her underwear. She gasped as he applied pressure, grounding her hips involuntarily.
“Somethin’ tells me yer not going anywhere, luv.”
Smug prick… Always so fucking charming…
Her eyes fluttered shut as he released the pressure against her underwear, but instantly reapplied it.
“I can already feel how badly you need me, sweetheart,” he casually commented, loving the way he could break her down. Just with a mere touch. “You just have to tell me… then I can give you everything you need and more…”
“My God, just fuck me already…” she murmured, craving more than a simple touch over a layer of clothing. Robert responded with a throaty chuckle, beaming at her as he removed his hand from her trousers and swiftly pulled himself up into a seated position, her legs immediately wrapping around him to stop herself from falling back.
With a challenging glint in his eye, he leaned forward, arms encircled securely around her as she dangled from his lap off the side of the bed. Her hands were holding onto his shoulders, giving him a warning glare.
“Now, now, don’t give me that look…” he chided, lowering his gaze down to her attire. “You look gorgeous in this blazer, but I think it needs to come off now.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” She obediently shrugged the heavy fabric from her shoulders, trusting that Robert wouldn’t drop her in the process. It fell to the floor, landing in a crumple—she’d surely chastise herself when the time came to put it back on, but at that moment, she couldn’t have cared any less.
A sharp squeal exited her mouth as Robert suddenly stood up, swung around and dropped her on the bed. He gave her a cheeky smirk, before lifting her legs to perch on his shoulders. Turning his head, he delicately worked the buckle on her heel loose.
“I like these shoes,” he nonchalantly complimented as he pulled it off her foot, dropping it down the side of the bed, before he repeated the action on the other. He pressed a kiss to her ankle and lowered his hands to unbutton her trousers, tugging at them when she lifted her hips.
There she was, laid over his bed, in nothing but a white, gossamer blouse and the contrasting underwear in a characteristic black lace.
“Y’know…” Sighing, he crawled over her, allowing her to slowly pop open the buttons of his shirt when he got close enough. “I’ve always wondered—with you in particular—how I managed to get so lucky.” He ran his hands up and down her bare thighs, savouring the smooth skin under his fingertips.
She didn’t necessarily answer him, only sent him a playful eye roll before pushing the intricate silk from his shoulders, where it was then tossed to the side to join her trousers on the floor.
Robert displayed no sign of hesitancy in his shirtless glory; he looked like a transcendental entity—a god of his own likeness. So deserving of everything good, yet the creator of the very same thing.
Her wandering eyes flooded with lust. She cursed the inability to squeeze her thighs together at the sight, at the situation. But before she could mourn the friction, he was down there in its place, as though he saw right through her longing. The soft fabric of her blouse became too constricting as her heart hammered away at the image of Robert knelt down on the floor with his upper body slotted between her legs, so she unbuttoned the garment, the air around them hitting her skin in a stark revelation.
“I told you I missed how you tasted,” he mumbled against her thigh as he peppered small kisses along the flesh, inching closer to her aching core, but bypassing it to replicate the motions on the other leg. His beard added a bout of sensation, hips rolling upwards in her thinned patience.
When he pressed his mouth against her clothed centre, she exhaled deeply, the simple touch sending sparks all throughout her body. Robert hummed against her as he caught her scent, mouth aching to taste what laid beneath the flimsy material. Soon enough, his own stoicism scattered—he had to have her against his tongue, now.
With a hungry resolve, he pulled the lace down her legs and pushed her open, the sight stirring his fervour below. He glanced up at his Cherry, deftly tracing his thumb over her already teary folds. She had her head settled against the soft sheets, managing her breathing in preparation for the delicious sensations that were to come. My perfect girl… Robert leered proudly, looking back down at the view.
He gently spread her open, her bijou pearl enticing and ready for the taking. Pink, glistening…
“So pretty…” he murmured to himself, taking an experimental lick just below the sensitive nub, eliciting a small flinch from the goddess laid in front of him. He licked his lips, relishing his appetiser. Next, he flattened his tongue against her entrance, collecting her arousal, and dragging upwards until he gave her the contact she so desperately needed.
By the time he attached his lips to her clit, she was already pining, throbbing. A small cry fell from her lips as he performed a suction motion, tongue swirling around her in lazy circles. She was trapped in his hold as he wrapped his arms around her legs, keeping her open and completely at his mercy.
Robert proved, with the sublime movements he bestowed upon her, that old men do, in fact, do it better.
With a grunt, he pulled his head back long enough to lewdly spit, mixing their fluids together in a union of lust. Her pants were a pleasant breeze to his ears, and her writhing form was his reward.
“That feel good, darlin’?” She nodded her head, one of her legs pulling him closer to her. “Look at me.” With a whimper, she lifted her head with the strength she could muster to meet his stormy eyes—eyes punctuated by grooves of sagacity. “Yer still my good girl,” he praised with a knowing smile, the wisps on his lower face shimmering with her juices. “Aren’t you?” She nodded again, practically unable to speak through her yearning. “Words, luv.”
“Yes… I’m still your good girl,” she shakily succeeded, swallowing thickly.
“Yeah, you are…” he whispered, pressing a brief kiss to her core. “Still Daddy’s good girl…”
She furrowed her eyebrows at the name she hadn’t heard in so long. The name she hadn’t even uttered to anyone else since the last time she found herself in this position with Robert.
An untamable animal under a gentle predator with an even stronger desire to tame.
“I’m gonna make this pretty little cunt cum now, darlin’,” he hummed, “You just lay back and enjoy every second…” He eased her back down with a hand on her stomach, before lowering his head and resuming with his erotic assault.
An elongated moan expelled from her body as Robert seemed to return with a vengeance, tongue rapid against her pulsating, swollen clit, edging her—driving her—towards a much craved release.
Once he slipped a finger inside, stroking upwards in tandem with his tongue, she was done for. Her moans turned to cries, her whimpers turned to whines, and his name flew from her lips at a rocketing pace.
Hips gyrating, back arching, she was in ecstasy.
Gripping tightly onto the bed sheet beside her head, her legs tightened over his shoulders, drawing him closer than ever.
Another finger.
More suction.
Closer.
And closer…
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum—don’t stop,” she gasped.
He didn’t.
What followed was nothing short of an otherworldly climax, tensing all over, gripping his fingers and pulsating into his mouth. Her hand shot to his hair, grabbing at the ash-blonde curls as he growled in validation, drinking in her release with the vigour of a water-starved cheetah.
She rode her orgasm out, body shaking and twitching as his comedown kisses hit sensitively against her. Eventually, he ceased his motions, snaking up her body, marking her on his journey. Each searing kiss to her flushed skin accompanied an indentation of his teeth. When he got to her chest, he dragged his lips between her breasts, up her neck, and finally punctuated with a heated kiss to her lips.
Her remaining clothes were quickly shed, as was his, as they fell deeper into their salacious reunion. Inching up the bed in the scorch of their connection. Both eager, desperate, urgent. It didn’t even feel real when he eventually eased his cock between her legs, filling her up with a steady thrust of his hips.
Robert never seemed to pull back from her; only stayed as close as possible, absorbing her every reaction, even the most miniscule, the most subtle… He noticed everything.
The pace he set. The small tightening of her limbs wrapped around him. The rhythm of her breathing. And, of course, the ripples and twitches and flutters from her welcoming cunt. She took all of him so well—she always did.
How he’d gone so long without her was a mystery. A foolish decision on his part, for he never felt more alive than when in her presence.
Hooking his arm underneath one leg, her body titled, cock kissing the hilt of her walls with every passion-filled jive. Her moans were melodic at least, with no limitations in their effect on Robert’s reverie. Fingernails raked over his back. Noses brushed against one another. Eyes fought to stay adhered. It was the copulation of a lifetime; even the first night they spent together sat miles from this.
“Cherry…” he groaned, evidently darkened chest hair grazing along her bare skin.
“No…” she managed to choke out, shaking her head. “D… Don’t call me that…”
Even more than her words, her eyes begged him to drop the silly nickname; it scarcely matched the moment, and gave their kinship too superficial a meaning.
With a smile of admiration, he pressed his lips to hers, free hand raking through her hair as his thrusts gained a jolting flair, building them up. Closer, and closer…
“Grace,” he finally whispered against her lips. “Grace, Grace, Grace…” he breathed, dropping his head to her neck.
Her name was exemplary on his lips. He practically chanted it the more he drove into her, knowing he was bringing them both closer by the second.
A lifetime could have passed, and neither one of them would have noticed. Completely, utterly, wrapped up in their mutual admiration for each other. Nothing else mattered. Their jobs, and all the emotions that came with them, were peripheral. Faded into the background. All that remained were the two of them.
Robert and Grace.
“R-Robert…” she panted, lips brushing against his shoulder. “God… fuck, I’m close…”
“Yeah?” he mumbled against her neck, his nipping quickly turning into biting, sucking, claiming.
“Mhm,” she nodded with a whimper, lifting her hips to meet his eager thrusts.
“That’s it, baby…” he approved, ensuring to match their rhythms. His breathing waned in its regularity, a heat rolled over his entire body. Just need to feel her… “Cum for me, Grace, please… can’t hold it any longer—fuck, you feel so good.”
It took mere minutes after Robert moved to press his forehead against hers, staring her down, for her to finally succumb to his behemoth gifts. She held onto the side of his face, nails digging into his shoulder painfully as she clung to him.
Ears buzzing. Eyes blurring. Head thumping with the beat of her heart. The way she gripped around him, paired with the breathtaking expression of her face as she reached her zenith, was almost too much for him to handle.
“Fucking hell…” he groaned, taking in her responsive form as validation of his abilities. During her descent, he spilled into her, restrain seeming like a fargone possibility. He gyrated, growled, and ensured to empty himself completely inside of her.
Their bodies were tacky, hot, flustered, trembling, as they laid there, entangled in each other’s limbs. Her eyes fluttered open, focusing on the overhead lights in his room that were yet to be switched on since his return home. Having him in her arms, in his bed, was a long-awaited scenario she never thought would come to fruition.
But it had.
Eventually, he rolled over, bringing her into his protective hold. Somewhere, lingering in the back of his mind, he feared she wouldn’t be here come sunrise. That she’d realise she was making a mistake, take one look at him upon waking up, and disappear as quickly as possible. The grip he had on her was his way of keeping her there, with him, for as long as he could.
Though, it just wasn’t enough to ease his mind…
“Grace…” he called out slowly, his voice practically shot.
“Yeah?” She looked up at him, head resting on his chest.
“Can you stay?”
What a question to ask… She raised an eyebrow, looking into his eyes. The uncertainty baffled her. How he thought she might leave was an enigma to her.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” she assured him with a whisper.
He responded with a sigh of relief, and a kiss to her hair, before shifting the two of them further up the bed so they could comfortably bury themselves under his sheets.
There was no second guessing herself as she wrapped her arms around him, his back pressing against her chest. She held him close, smiling to herself when he found her hand, lacing their fingers together in such an affectionate position.
They laid there, lit by only the city lights that spilled through the edges of his curtains, for a few more minutes. Listening to the beating of each other’s hearts, and the steady rhythm of each other’s breathing.
“Will you stay for breakfast?”
Grace opened her eyes, giggling softly. “Yes, Robert. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”
Oh, darling… that would be forever.
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“Bath time Cuddles”
Mafia boss wilbur x pregnant reader
Your husband arrived home from work around 9pm as your making dinner with blood all over him, this makes you slightly mad considering you’ve told him multiple times to stop coming home with blood all over him, “willam soot what did I say about coming home covered in blood.” He sighs and puts down his bag and takes his jacket off “I know I know it’s just I forgot to bring extra clothes to work today” you smile softly “it’s fine dear just don’t do it again” he smiles and comes closer to you with open arms about to hug you and you quickly stop him “ah ah ah your not gunna touch me with blood all over you go get charged and take a shower first” “but I wanna hug my 2 favorite people” he says admiring your baby bump “and I want you to take a shower” he pouts “fine” he stomps upstairs like a toddler, you giggle and continue making dinner around 6 minutes later you hear him running back downstairs over to you “that was quick” he wraps his arms around your waist “of course it was” he kisses you neck making you giggle “I’m almost done with dinner” you turn around to see that he only has a towel around his waist “willlll please put some clothes onnn” “what do you not like what you see?” “It’s not that it’s just that we’re about to eat dinner plus I your warmer when your wearing a sweater” he pouts “fine” “thank you babyyy” he goes upstairs and puts clothes on and comes back downstairs “happy?” “Very” you finally finish dinner and hand Wil his plate “thank you daisy” you nod and sits down across from him “just think about it in 3 months our baby will be eating with us” you smile “so how was work” “exhausting, we or shall I say I considering no one was doing there job right, had to track down this guy that owes us a lot of money I mean a lot, and then I had to torture him, so what did you do today,love?” You blush at the nick name “I cleaned the house oh and guess what, the baby kicks whenever I poke my stomach I googled what it meant and it said at 7 months the baby responds to noise light and other feelings” he smiles and gets up to put his and your dishes in the sink “that’s lovely darling but didn’t I say I didnt want you doing hard work around the house considering it’s starting to get hard for you to even get up by yourself?” He sighs and then chuckles “your so stubborn” you cross your arms “oh I’m the stubborn one? You literally stomped up stairs when I told you to put clothes on earlier” he smiles and walks over to you and picks you up bridal style and walks to the bedroom “do you want to take bath with me love?” You nod “he sets you down on the bed and walks into into the bathroom and starts the bath before walking back into the bedroom and helps you take your clothes off and Carries you into the bathroom and sets you in the bath and then undresses himself and gets in behind you “bubs? Should we start working on the nursery?” He nods and you lay your head on his chest “what should the theme be?” He smiles and looks into your eyes “whatever theme you think, my precious flower” you blush “what about its like a dark academia theme” he boops your nose “I can make that happen” you both cuddle in the bath and after a little while you fall asleep and the bath gets cold, Wil gets out and Carrie’s you to the bed and dresses you in one of his sweaters and crawls into bed next to you
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gunna write a 70k story about my new sims 2 guy, Thomas. Son of an immortal and twin brother to a goddess. Goes to college. Social butterfly. Graduates with honors. Gets top job as a game designer just a little out of college. Has a cat. Sounds normal (mostly) but!
Thomas starts looking answers to his own immortality in the stars. Every night, searching, vainly, even as his mother and sister warn him away from it. And instead of finding his answer, they find him.
It's apparent something is wrong with him after his encounter, something that will bare new life. New life he can't handle on his own as a bachelor with a job and a cat and the cat's job. So, a new search begins. This time, on earth.
A few weeks spent downtown, meeting various people. None seem to really interest Thomas, or hold much promise for the person he needs as the parasite in him grows into a noticeable bump. All hope seems lost until!
Tall. Dark. Handsome. Kind of... full of himself but from the fine clothes he wears and the gleam in his eye as Thomas spots him at the boutique, it's clear this man is looking for someone to spend money on. While Thomas hasn't done much schmoozing since his college days, he pulls out all the old tactics and it doesn't take long to find out the man is indeed single, ready to mingle, rich as hell, and shockingly a fan of the concept of aliens. He's perfect.
Surprisingly, they get along like a house on fire and it's not long before talks downtown and over the phone turn to slow dances at Thomas' bachelor pad. Despite time running out and the bump in his stomach getting noticeably larger, Thomas seems to lose track of it in between dinners and a few tender kisses shared over candle lit tables.
At his home alone, when Mr. Big leaves after another date, its going all too well, frankly and Thomas is wracked with guilt over this charade. He did start out trying to woo the rich man for his own gain, but it's all changed so fast. He feels so much for him now, and that initial trickery seems so cruel as he lays in bed, hand on his bulging, writhing stomach...
A few days pass, and Mr. Big doesn't hear from his special friend. He heads over to Thomas' as he has a few times before only to be greeted by an exhausted and shockingly fit man. Despite Thomas' attempts to keep him from the spare bedroom, the cries of a newborn draw him in and he behold a green infant boy, cold black eyes beholding him as the babe screams to be held. Thomas apologizes as he picks up the child, everything about the man suddenly making a lot more sense to Mr. Big.
When the babe gets settled, Thomas takes what he assumes is going to be his ex aside, tells him what's happened, and that he understands if he wants to leave and never speak to him again. Mr. Big denies that, and asks if Thomas needs help, to which Thomas jokingly says sure, if you want to move in, shocked when his definitely not ex asks him when can he. He's got nothing better going on in his life, he's quite likes Thomas, and there's no way in hell he's letting this beautiful man get run ragged by the miracle sleeping in the other room.
So yeah. Now my sim is engaged, is 70k richer, and has a hot dude helping him with an alien mistake (that's going to happen several more times). Success.
#jacq writes#the sims#the sims 2#this all literally happened in like 3 days#in this exact order#my dude got alien preggers and i went aw shit he needs another adult around#go downtown looking for black haired not smelly fit dudes (cause that's his turn off)#turns out i found one of the richest townies in the downtown area who has a main interest in the paranormal#go thomas
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KICKING DOWN THE DOOR TO YOUR ASK BOX. AUTISTIC PHANTOM (he is crying, shock) omg he is just like me. "Are those good tears or bad tears?" Asked byyyy Dewdrop who really does care a whole lot, but doesn't really know what to do when the new guy cries after rituals & has limited experience with ghautism so he can seem like he is irritated with the new bug sometimes when he is actually just frustrated he cant help (can we pretend Rain isnt ceo of autism just for this one?💀)
!Emetophobia warning! It’s not graphic but it’s there
When Dew walked into the Venue bathroom, the last thing he had expected to see was a very wet, very naked Phantom, curled up in a ball on the shower floor sobbing.
“Hey, shit, what happened?” Dew knelt down beside him, gently pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. “Are those good tears or bad tears?
Phantom looks up at Dew, tear’s rolling down his cheeks and his body jumps with the intensity of his sob, before burying his head back into knees.
“Bad tears, of course they’re bad tears, no one cries like that because they happy.” Dew says out loud to himself. He places a hand on Phantoms shoulder, feeling him jump at the touch, another harsh sob wracking his body. “I don’t- what happened? Can- can I help?”
Phantom shakes his head, his hands slapping over his ears so hard it created an echo in the bathroom. His breathing picks up, coming out in short sharp pants. He looks at Dew with panic written all over his face. His eyes go wide and he gags, slapping his hands over his mouth.
“Oh shit, oh for fuck sake.” Dew rolls his eyes at Phantom, storming out of the bathroom, leaving Phantom all alone on the floor of the bathroom once again.
Phantom hyperventilates fully, he can’t catch his breath, his chest feels like it’s closing in on itself. He gags again, feeling his mouth fill with saliva, and lets out a pathetic whimper, pressing his hands harder into his mouth. He pulls his knees tighter to his chest, shaking wildly as he gags again. He feels bile rise in his throat and lets out a scream, desperately screwing his eyes closed.
The bathroom door opens again, and Dew back walks in, a thick white blanket in his hands.
Phantom makes a choked off sound and gags again, looking up at Dew with pure fear in his eyes.
Dew drops to his knees in front of him just in time for Phantom to turn his head to the side and vomits.
“Oh shit, I um- don’t - its okay?” Dew very cautiously pets at Phantoms shoulder as he gags and vomits once again.
Phantom whimpers, pressing his hands to his mouth once again.
“Hey, hey, don’t do that. If you’re gunna vomit just let it happen.
Phantom screws his eyes closed again, shaking his head, gagging harshly.
“Look at me, look at me, darling.” Dew tucks a strand of hair behind Phantoms ear. phantom looks up at him with big wet eyes. “That’s it, good boy. Keep look at me, okay?
Phantom sobs, shaking his head, vomiting again.
“It’s okay, let it out. You’re doing so good.” Dew rubs at his back, in what he hopes is comforting circles, remembering what Aether had done to him to get him to calm down.
Dew takes Phantoms hand, placing them on his chest.
“Feel my breathing, okay? Follow my breathing.” He takes a deep exaggerated breath, letting his chest expand with it.
Phantom copies him, taking a shaky breath in and exhales with a sob.
“That’s it, good boy.”
Dew takes another breath and Phantom copies him once again.
They go on like that for a while, until Phantoms breathing had evened out and the tears had stopped rolling down his cheeks. He eventually slumps into Dews arms, exhausted. Dew uses the sleeve of his T-shirt to clean off Phantoms mouth.
Dew pulls him onto his arms fully, pulling the naked ghoul onto his lap.
“You did so well, darling. I’m so proud of you.”
Phantom squeaks, resting his head on Dews shoulder.
“Words still too hard for you?”
Phantom shakes his head, clinging to Dews T-shirt.
Dew runs a hand through his hair, scratching behind his ears.
“That’s okay, baby. You don’t have to talk yet.”
Dew rocks them gently from side to side, pulling the blanket he’d brought with him around phantom. The quintessence ghoul squeaks, rubbing the soft fabric against his cheek.
“It’s nice right? So soft. Cumulus use to wrap me up in when I’d get like this” Dew let’s out a small laugh. “I think I stole it from her more then she gave it to me. It’s like a cloud, it always reminds me of her.”
Phantom let’s put a hum, feeling himself sink into the blanket and Dews embrace, the feeling of the soft fabric all over his body made him relax.
“Next time you feel like this, like everything is too much and like the world is going to crush you, you come to me, okay? I might not be the best with these kinds of situations, but I will always try to help.”
Phantom hums in agreement, pressing his forehead Dews with a happy thrill, and finally, finally, a purr rumbles though his chest.
#I didn’t edit this so if you see a mistake no you didn’t#ficlet#the band ghost#ghost headcanons#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#phantom ghoul#ask game#ask me stuff#thank for the ask!!! <333#my writing
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Night Shift Vents
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If people were asked to describe you, they would use soft words.
Shy, sweet, sympathetic, selfless,
Kind.
But to be completely honest? You think that’s bullshit.
Sure, the person you show others is this fragile thing, but inside? The one thing that comes to your mind is feral. A caged animal.
You are a angry, selfish, prideful, and envious person. Extremely envious.
You look people in the face “Of course ma’am any time! Thank you for your patience! We hope to see you soon!” Big puppy dog eyes and a bright little smile; you mean ‘shut the fuck up, don’t look in my direction again. Don’t tell me how to do my job and Jesus fucking Christ, don’t come back’ And immediately grimace at their turned-backs. A snarl-teeth bared. In all honesty? You are quite childish for a grown woman.
So? Are you really as nice as people say? As they think? It’s not like you actually say or do anything to make anyone upset. You wouldn’t dream of it. You’ve been told, actions speak louder than words.
But, its what’s inside that counts. Right?
All this to say, you don’t understand Izuku.
*For the record, you are not the most aware person out there; some might even say oblivious. Once again, however, this is not about what others will say, but what you believe yourself to be. You would rather describe yourself as, constantly in denial.
How else would you explain getting so close to a certain green-haired man? He came in every night around 3 am, into your lonely graveyard shifts. Sometimes he was the only customer you would have all night; and at others you couldn’t even call him a customer “just wanted to say hi. I don’t want you to get lonely at night” he would bashfully explain not able to look you in the eye, after you had wondered out loud whether he was gunna keep the nonexistent line waiting or buy something. You think he must work late hours like you-maybe at a gym? He always looks tired. One of those opened 24/7, that would explain the abundance of muscle. And not to be rude, but some nights he definitely smelled like he ran a mile and thought that body spray would be enough to save the noses of those around him. Yeah, definitely a gym.
Never would you have connected the dots and thought of him as a Pro Hero. Why would you? Why would a Pro talk to a lowly 7/11 employee. Why spare you the time of night.
So, you got to know Izuku. He was a little pathetic if you were being honest. But then again, you thought many guys pathetic. It was a term of endearment to you at this point. Ternurita. The first time he came in to your life you barely acknowledged him, only looking up when you heard the crash. It seemed to echo in the empty store. You don’t know how it happened, but this man had managed to topple over a whole aisle of snacks. You’ve hit those things before too, full body weight, they barely budged; you were almost impressed with this man's destructive ability. Almost. You might have been if not for the fact you were the only employee who worked the night shift. Lonely, sleep deprived, you. Meaning this mess was all gunna have to be on you. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath-calming yourself before speaking to this green haired mess.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You tried to sound concerned for him, but it had been a long night, like every other night this week. You were tired, and your voice was doing a shitty job of hiding it. Putting up this caring front was likely going to be the last good deed you did tonight. “I AM SO SORRY! I'll clean it up!” was the man's instant reply.
“It's fine, don’t worry about it. It'll give me something to do.” you pause, a yawn escaping you “it's been a slow night anyways” You meant it. Yes, you might have originally been annoyed at him and you were a naturally angry person, but not an easy to anger one. You found it especially hard to be upset at this customer. Especially with that stupid guilty face he had on-and-and, was he tearing up?
“No, really! I'll clean it up, it was my fault, please.” practically begging, already scrabbling to pick up a variety of chips, cookies, cards all scattered around the cold tile floor.
You shrug, lean on the counter, hand on your cheek, you nod at the broom in the corner “well, if you insist” you smile.
He stops, pressing the assortment of items to his chest. He looks surprised. Likely hadn't expected you to give in so easily. But you were tired; if this man wanted to do your job for you, so be it. You didn’t like fighting. This little staring contest was starting to drag. You lift an eyebrow at him, smile disappearing, and motion towards the broom again “do you not know how to use it or something?" That snaps him out of it.
He jerks, almost ruining what little cleaning he had done. “NO! I mean, YES! Sorry. Yes. I-I do know how to broom. I mean SWEEP! Sweep. Sorry, sorry, it's been a long night.” damn, it sure looks like it. You hadn't noticed the dark circles until now, he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. Exhausted.
Eventually, after watching this poor guy work for a solid 5 minutes, you decided to take mercy on him and lend a hand-sure, he said he knew how to sweep but knowing how to do something and knowing how to do it right are two different things. If you didn’t help, you had a feeling you two would be here well into the next shift. No thank you.
“By the way, you didn’t answer my question” you hadn't really made an attempt at conversation since the two of you began your clean up act, each occupied with their own designated section. The only thing filling the silence, the radio station on loop barely able to herd.
Dropping the chips in his hand, startled, lost in thought. God, this man was a jumpy mess. And you thought you were anxious. “I’m Sorr-”
“Stop apologizing”
“Sorr-” he cuts himself off, another bashful smile, shoulders hunched up, trying to look smaller. Hilarious with how much presence this man took up in this empty store.
“I don’t believe I heard your question”
“When you first managed to topple half the store over, I asked if you were, okay?” You hadn't meant it then, but he had stayed and actually helped. Many people would have made an excuse after finding out that yes, you would like some help cleaning up THEIR mess. So yes, you wanted to know. “Are you okay?”
“it's been a long night” he smiled at you; a small sad thing, like that explained it. You guess it did.
Even if he had confided in you some dark horrible truth, what would you have said? You already hated it when people said anything but the socially appropriate ‘fine’, ‘good’, ‘great’. To your “How are you today!?” spiel.
You ended up just giving him his stuff for free. A small part of you giving in to that memory of those teary eyes. Ramen noodles, a few dozen energy drinks, along with a handful of granola bars-the actual healthy ones, in other words, the gross ones- he argued about it for longer than necessary, you contemplated just taking back your charity but others would also describe you as stubborn, and you would be inclined to agree with this one. You won in the end, but not without the man offering you a ‘tip’ “I’m gunna pocket all of this” you told him, smirking.
“I was hoping you would,” soft smile, a contrast to your own expression. “and again, I am really sorry”
You had rolled your eyes, good-naturedly “it's no problem really. I was falling asleep anyways. This got me up” you finally returned his kind smile.
You thought that would be the last of your green-haired stranger.
Part 2 Part 3
#I'm night shift and i have alot of time on my hands#i mean maybe? english is not my first language but at this point it is haha#maybe i am just a bad writer haha#very self indulgent#izuku x reader#deku x reader#izuku midoriya#mha deku#mha izuku#night shift vents#I have been told my writing is like google translate
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If this feels too cans of wormsy please feel free to ignore, especially since you’ve talked about this before, but do you feel like your RPG critique applies to Cyberpunk 2077? In my mind that’s the game that failed pretty hard at being an RPG, not just from how it was marketed or its initial launch state, but also from a gameplay and narrative perspective.
I feel like if you put a top ten list of RPG critiques on a big wheel and then for flavour you added common film critiques and like a grocery list, no matter what you hit it would apply to some way to Cyberpunk. I cannot emphasize enough how wholly CB2077 failed. I have written fanfiction, I have thought about it at length, I'm deeply obsessed with the character arc of Johnny Silverhand, and I'm infuriated at the historical revisionism of something that happened in goddamn 2020. It failed. It is not a good game, it is not a complete game, and while you're playing it you know that it is not a complete game. If you happen to have worked in some level of gaming, you can observe the places in which it is incomplete. I can vividly taste the parts of Cyberpunk where something was cut or a concept was oversimplified to integrate it at all. I can see features that were haphazardly integrated and never removed. They never fixed the driving.
I'm gunna throw this under a read more. I don't think those are necessary anymore but I talk a lot.
They fail in very predictable ways. As I said, their biggest prior hit was with the Witcher, where they had Geralt and they had predetermined major milestone events. From there, they could get creative: they could add silly quests, they could add story moments, they could improvise dialogue, but all with a preexisting stone framework.
Playing an improv game within your favourite setting, writing functional playable fanfiction, is different than working from within a TTRPG system. Improvisation where anything could happen is hard, and with TTRPG systems that's the point. When you're playing a game with your friends, you need the structure to allow your buddies to be silly or serious, to engage with a well thought plot and to take that plot off the rails in a way that's still fun and enriching. The concept was just too foreign and their scope too enormous, especially for a first attempt (comparable to Bioware's Anthem, where I said very confidently at launch...why is Bioware doing this? I played DAI multiplayer, and it wasn't transcending the genre for me).
V isn't a player character. V is not the main character. The story could care less what happens to V: the V might as well stand for Victoria, from Cats (2019). No one cares what happens to V. V's connections are all superficial, even their dead best friend's mother might as well stop existing after he's been laid to rest. People think V is a cool tough guy badass, but because they pretty much have to: if they know V, then V has to be good at something or have some serious connection to someone that isn't "I heard you're the guy to call if we want the world state progressed". V is your cardboard cut out in every scene to experience the life and times of the actual protagonist, Johnny Silverhand.
See, Johnny has a reason to be pushing to the end against all odds (you're told very, very early in the game that V is going to die no matter what you do: one ignores it, because one assumes that there must be some reward to putting up with all this nonsensical bullshit, but no). Johnny has a reason to burn out and a driving force behind him. Johnny is the one with ties to the city, real ties: people that love him, people that hate him, people who just don't want to see him burn out or blow up. Johnny has grudges, Johnny has a history. Johnny is the one that ends the game becoming a better person. Johnny is the one who has something to lose, and something to learn.
V is just the audience proxy. V cannot be truly loved by anyone, because nobody knows V, least of all the game. River's entire romance happens before you tell him that you have a dead rock star in your brain that's killing you. Judy and Panam I have repeatedly described as the only romances, as they're the only ones that show up in the main plot literally at all which is a big glaring testament to who this game is for (and hint, it's not wlw despite Judy). Kerry might not even know that you're dying. Johnny isn't romanceable despite being the only person in the world who offers you any sympathy and encourages you to live against overwhelming odds. Keanu Reeves whispering "tell him it was your guardian angel" when your good buddy and doctor who repeatedly tries to goad you into suicide for some reason asks you how you even made it to the clinic in the first place, as sick as you are (the answer is that Keanu Reeves piloted the EVA) lives rent free in my brain.
V doesn't have opinions. Johnny as a million opinions, which range from Twitter levels of simplistic violence that assumes that the world hasn't been fixed because everyone on earth is too stupid to see there's a problem, and like, basic empathy for other people, but V almost antagonistically disagrees with him on literally every point he tries to make, sometimes playing devil's advocate like a total asshole just for the pleasure of fighting with Johnny. It makes their relationship early on annoying, because I don't always disagree when V disagrees. V isn't disagreeing because they hold morals to the contrary, they just agree with the popular narrative about Johnny Silverhand because agreeing with the news is the safest option and doesn't suggest that V is a right-wing loom nor a frothing anarchist.
Johnny is also constantly being, loosely speaking, racially insensitive. It's edgy garbage put in by the game developer and doesn't serve Johnny's character, especially as it's never acknowledged that Johnny himself, through virtue of being played by Keanu Reeves, is asian. I'm not asian so I can't speak to it, but he calls the Japanese Hanako Arasaka a lot of shit that I'm sure somebody would beat his ass for even if it isn't an outright slur. It's the same with the Nomads, who are a group of indigenous stand ins that specifically include white people in prominent roles so that the game developer feels safe from criticism about the way that they treat the stand in for indigenous populations in their game which is an issue spanning many, many game developers who want a cool nomadic population that faces the same prejudice that real nomadic peoples face with at least similar slurs but also don't want to be held responsible for making them zone enemies, mindlessly evil, and insulting barbaric. Anyway, the point of this section is that even though Johnny is one of the more principled characters in game, it's pushed to the point of absurdity: Johnny has to be a blue haired social justice warrior (but also a borderline racist insensitive conservative type, as to never express a political opinion in the political opinion TTRPG system) so that V's centrism never seems glaringly malicious.
I'm editing this section for detail. I got off the rails here, I'm talking about the narrative push and pull between Johnny and V. Johnny is the protag, you're V and you just ferry Johnny to and fro between events. You have no real life, no real friends, no real ties to the city. You want to be famous but it's never really explained why besides like, California malaise I guess. You have barely any options for origin: if you're a street kid, it tells you what street you lived on and eliminates the possibility of any wiggle room between there because other people will recognise you as a resident of the city (destroying one of my favourite V concept, an outcast Pacifican V who goes to work for a corp and returns in disgrace). A street kid V will also be told where they've been and why everybody is reintroducing themselves (you were in Atlanta for two years). A corpo V works the same position in the same company, and their motives are never discussed. The morality of it is barely addressed and they behave exactly the same as a street kid V. Nomad V operates exactly the same as a V who's always lived in the city with no real ties to their old clan and no real questions about city living.
V is a born killer, a mercenary and edgerunner who's good with a gun no matter what weapon you actually choose to use. V can run off to live with the nomads again (prompting kerry and river to leave you), stay in the city and become an asshole (Panam and Judy will leave but you still destroy your relationship with Kerry or River). V can die and let Johnny take over (in which case Johnny steals your life and runs but is a better person this time because he was nice to an abused kid which we literally have no reason to believe he wouldn't be anyway), or V can just die (in which case your friends all hate you for dying).
Also there's a thin veneer of transness over the character creator, but it's so bad. it's so transphobic that it wraps back around and suddenly it's just misogyny again. your voice pitch controls your gender, your voice gender is repeated over and over and over and over and over again, girl V small boy V big.
THEY NAME V. BASED ON YOUR GENDER. YOU GET A CANON NAME FOR YOUR OC FOR NO REASON AT ALL.
I have a lot more complaints about CB2077 not being good. It's a game of interesting concepts dotting a corporate frankenstein with Keanu Reeves' face on it, but it's now 1:30am and I've lost steam. This has been highly paired down because I got heated and lost the point, but yes, cb2077 failed because it didn't want to be an RPG, it didn't want to be a shooter, it didn't want to play strategy or politics...all it wanted was for a firmer structure, a clearer guiding hand, a more controlled scope, and a pre-built protagonist.
#talkForge#honesty in gaming !! transparency in gaming !!#which doesn't mean that gamers need to know about every phase of your production because it's meaningless to 90% of people anyway#no need to overcomplicate the extremely simply concept of not actively engaging in false advertisement
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