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#richard kruspe#ethereal beauty#he looks like a final fantasy charachter#rammstein#10/10 would've been the best groupie#he's like my new baby girl wow#so handsome#and precious#but big and juicy
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boil down to "they are crazy" Like Kurono, he just likes torturing the weak and being evil, he doesnt even see anything wrong with it. Bassically he seems to not be even human in that way which makes him not compelling to me. The same with Inca. Basically its not like they are charachters struggling with mental illnesses but just a parody of the illness itself done for edgynes non-charachters
Maybe it’s my fault for trying to read real-world mental health conditions into a work of fiction? But I don’t think it’s responsible to read something outside of that context when it is applicable, and given the behaviors shown, yeah, I think it’s valuable to constantly ask, “Is this going to lead to more prejudices against people with mental health conditions?”
More on that below, as well as what the story would have to change with Kurono and Inca to make me find them more engaging as characters.
I would say “this is fiction, this is fantasy, it doesn’t have a real-world direct analogue to actual conditions and disabilities in our world.”
And there is the risk that I am misdiagnosing a character, not only because I have zero formal, professional, or licensed training to do that to a real person, but because it is fiction, and diagnosing off of just fiction is fraught with flaws, including looking at just the evidence I want to see, or the evidence as presented rather than the kind of larger view a professional would take with a real person.
But this fiction is allegorical. And allegory manners. And the translation choices to call characters insane, mad, and crazy are direct analogues to actual conditions in our world--so, yeah, that is why I tend to be critical of portrayals I don’t like and that I think are furthering stereotypes about mental health conditions.
It is worrisome when you have a character who is so apathetic to other people that they come across as a psychopath or a sociopath, and whether that matches how Kurono is portrayed. It’s similar to the danger of saying, “This person has this mental health condition, therefore I anticipate they are threat to others,” when it is probably more likely they aren’t a threat to other people and instead are more at risk of becoming a victim of attacks by who they live with, by police, or by strangers.
Meanwhile, I should be just focusing on Kurono’s awful behavior in itself, maybe more than the motivations (whether that is apathy or psychopathy), because the actions are awful regardless why he does them.
Kurono didn’t stick out to me because he seemed like a gag character--a “dark comedy” gag character given his abuse of Nataku. Then he just disappears, suddenly has that new handler, and we’re suddenly to cheer him on in the doppelganger fights like we’re to cheer on Joker and Benimaru. The difference is that we have gotten to know Joker and Benimaru, seeing other sides to them: Joker’s back story, Benimaru’s concern for his community. That Kurono fight should have been given to someone else. If you wanted just spectacle, fine, I get why you stick with Kurono. But if I wanted spectacle and story, why not show Hibana versus her doppelganger, to show how much she has changed, or even underserved supporting characters like Takehisa, where we know his back story but not really enough about his character progression.
That still doesn’t answer what to do with Kurono, though. Did Nataku actually contribute anything of value to the final arc? Would a training arc with Kurono and Nataku help develop either character? Would we learn more about Kurono’s back story, and would that help? My friend has headcanon about what got Kurono to this point in his life, and while that is engaging to me, I worry that getting into his back story would get in the way of the manga’s overall arc and its progression. At best you can show Kurono in his final fight in the manga, have someone ask how did he get to be this ferocious, then have a no-dialogue panel that shows how he got to be this one in just that one panel, however unclear it is what is happening in that panel and leaving it to readers to figure out. If Fire Force had been better and more popular, maybe it could sustain a companion manga or light novel series that tells stories that are out of chronological order, to fill in gaps--but we saw how Soul Eater NOT turned out, and Fire Force lacks the popularity of My Hero Academia and the quality of Bungo Stray Dogs to justify a spinoff manga or light novels.
I don’t know what I can add to what I have said before about Inca. There isn’t enough there to make me keep interest in her. I can think of ways my friend and I have tried revising what to do with her in the story, and the most I come to is, first, (as I said before) someone landing a cathartic punch on, and second, having her bounce off of other characters. At most, we get her bouncing off of Sancho and Panda (dead), Shinra (repetitive gag), and Ritsu (who disappears).
The most potential there is to have her bounce off of Ritsu, to show how Inca now thinks she’s a status symbol with Ritsu acting as both her guardian and her personal maid. But then you need the story to show how this is dehumanizing Ritsu and approaching the uncomfortable question whether Ritsu is fine with that--and, seeing as she is so devoted to the White Clads’ cause, yeah, she is fine with it. That was an opportunity to show how debased Inca has become, and how devoted this cult is to the Evangelist, which is good for worldbuilding but not for actually serving any catharsis for me when it comes to Inca.
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At Horizon’s Edge
I promised @lalainajanes a space fic sometime before Covid, so that could have been two years ago or three, who can remember anymore, but here it is. I hope you enjoy it!
You can read the story at A03 here if you prefer!
Synopsis: Sometimes when a girl goes on a shopping trip to pick up a new pair of boots at the local, and somewhat hostile, human space station, she accidentally aids and abets a prison break instead. What happens in the black really doesn't stay in the black.
Warnings: Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - Space; Alternate Universe - Fantasy; Alternate Universe - Soulmates; Alien Cultural Differences; Alien Technology; Werewolves; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Werewolves in Space; Werewolf!Klaus; Alien!Caroline; Mostly Alien at Least; prison break; Accidental Rescue; Some Gore; Non-OTP Charachter Death; Found Family
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Caroline slid into her pilot’s chair just as the comm on her dash beeped for an incoming transmission. Glancing over at the seat where her co-pilot sat, Enzo gave her a grim look. He didn’t agree to her plan, and she didn’t blame him. She wasn’t usually given to bouts of insanity but every day in space was a new one, and sometimes life tossed surprises at you with the impact of live grenades.
“Five minutes until gate clearance.” He paused and then sighed, rolling his shoulders with a reluctant acceptance. “I hope you know what you are doing.”
So did she.
Five minutes was an eternity when facing the guns of the space station they had just left. Named after a moon in the humanities home solar system, Titan was one of the few remaining stations that still traded directly with Earth. They were also very proud that they maintained the largest population of pure blooded humans outside of Earth Solar System, even by Earth’s exacting standards of what was considered human these days.
If she’d cared to check, the history logs on her computer would tell her all about the wars that had nearly decimated Earth and its colonized planets, of the laws that banned anyone who carried alien DNA in their veins. The justifications of a world terrified by how humanity could change in the cold void of space and their desperate, grasping fingers trying to avoid change.
Caroline had long since stopped caring about earth’s collective opinions, and the stars cared not all about the blood in your veins. Not all of humanity bent to fear, the far flung colonies that still lingered though they’d been abandoned by their home world. They’d learned to adapt, to change. There were wonders and nightmares in space that Earth could never imagine, but right then, none of that was particularly helpful.
What she cared about was getting out of Titan’s airspace as quickly as possible without getting blown to bits. The conversation she needed to have to do that would require her to be very, very careful. Blowing out a breath, Caroline hit accept.
Half a heart beat later, and the familiar eyes of Marshal Tyler Lockwood popped up on her screen. He looked worn, older than the last time she had seen him. The thick black of his hair had faded to more gray than the salt and pepper she remembered from their last conversation, and the creases in his forehead, and at the corner of his eyes, were a sign of his human heritage more than any of the military patches on his uniform.
Old. He had started to look so old.
“Marshall Lockwood,” Caroline said, tucking away any hint of sorrow. “This is a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He grimaced, his face telling her exactly what he thought of either of them enjoying this call. Her ex-lover did not enjoy being reminded of their past, which was why she made a point to do it every time he initiated one of these little catch ups. A little pettiness always did wonders for her mood.
“Forbes. You’re leaving early.” He looked down, the line between his brows deepening as he clearly checked something on his tablet. “We had expected your stay at the station to last for another 48 standard hours.”
Brows arched, Caroline tipped her head to the side and studied him. “I wasn’t aware that you were watching my flight plans so closely.”
A hint of derision entered his eyes. “You are dangerous, Forbes. I keep an eye on dangerous things.”
She was dangerous. But not in ways that Tyler could plan against, and they both knew to target her specifically because of her heritage went against a dozen interstellar laws. His team could enforce station laws while she was standing on it, but here, on her ship, minutes from making a FTL jump, what she did should have been of no concern to them. This wasn’t space owned strictly by humanity, where it could control its population down to its DNA.
Tyler was walking a fine line.
Smiling, she settled a bit more comfortably in her chair. “Awe, that’s so sweet of you. Being so concerned about your people. I think you’d be more relieved to see the back of my ship than making demands to justify why I would leave when we both know you're not entitled to that information.”
His mouth tightened at her jab. “Generally that would be the case but you’re predictable. This breaks your usual pattern, and that gives me cause for suspicion.”
She shook her head in false exasperation, deliberately misunderstanding him. “My personal life is none of your business, remember? You made that choice decades ago, no reason to get sentimental now in your final few years.”
Her words were below the belt, but Caroline had never really been able to help herself where he was concerned. Walking away from her, walking away from the future they had been building together had hurt. Decades had softened the sting, but some scars still bled.
“I wasn’t asking for personal reasons.” His words were clipped, the edges sharp and cutting.
She laughed. “Such lies you tell. But there isn’t anything dramatic about my departure, Tyler. Your collection of goods suck right now. Did someone piss off High Command again? Would it honestly kill you to announce it when you have trade-shortfalls? Manifests exist for a reason, you know, and it’s such a waste that your ‘council’ won’t let anyone bring in additional goods. Seriously, I could have avoided this whole trip and it would have saved me some time and docking fees.”
Absently, she wondered if his jaw got stuck like that these days, clenched down on a brutal line that left the muscle jumping tautly. “You expect me to believe you couldn’t find the correct dress size so you decided to ignore two days of your itinerary? I know you better than that.”
Caroline scoffed. “Actually, you don’t know me, Tyler. It’s been fifty years since we last had a conversation that didn’t involve us insulting each other. Your personal opinions about my love of a well organized schedule are outdated.” The lie slipped easily from her tongue, and next to her Enzo rolled his eyes. She flipped him off, just outside of view of the camera. “My irritation at the lack of proper boot sizes available aside, you’re not usually this pushy. You want to tell me what’s really going on? And why you need a scapegoat?”
Tyler’s jaw turned to stone for a long moment, and she forced herself to appear bored. Every moment he delayed was another that they crept closer to their escape. He finally unlocked it enough to speak, words harsh. “We had a prison break.”
She didn’t have to fake her surprise, brows arching high at both his reluctant admittance and what it meant. Very, very few people knew that Titan had an advanced and secure prison system. Dear Old Earth had always enjoyed making its problems vanish, and Titan was one such place they used to keep their hands clean. Those shipments from Earth of goods and perishables that made Titan so popular as a trade station came with a dirty secret: in the belly of those ships were people. Political prisoners, murders, terrorists, inconvenient witnesses who needed to disappear. Titan housed them all. Some would be kept in the cold bowls of the station and others shipped off to one of the max-prisons deep in the black of space.
None of them ever escaped.
That Titan was a prison was a dirty little secret and not one that could be allowed to get out. But such secrets, buried in metal and technology, were very hard to hide from her. Tyler knew it, though he was bound to keep some of her secrets. As she was bound to keep the worst of his.
“You don’t lose people.” Caroline said slowly. “What happened?”
“He had help.”
Brows coming together at the word ‘he’, she frowned. “And now you want me to find him.”
Tyler’s face could have been carved from stone. “No, Caroline. I want to know if he is aboard your ship.”
Next to her, Enzo lifted three fingers in her peripheral vision. They’d only been talking for two minutes and it’d felt like twenty.
“Tyler, that’s far fetched even for you. I don’t let random people on my ship. You know that.” She didn’t have to fake the bitterness in the curve of her lips. “If I remember correctly, it was a major point of contention in our relationship.”
He ignored her, only the flex of his jawline a sign that her words had hit home. “I want to board your ship.”
“Absolutely not,” Caroline said flatly. “You have no grounds.”
“I have more than enough circumstantial evidence.” He spread his hand in her view, eyes like flint, shoulders square. “We scanned your ship, and while there are only three bodies registering onboard, we both know you have the capability to hide someone.”
She arched a brow. “That’s a violation of at least three treaties, Tyler.”
Marshall Lockwood didn't seem bothered by that. “I also know that there are at least two smuggling compartments on your ship that are capable of housing a human for short periods of time without them suffering from asphyxiation.”
There were now four compartments, and all of them could hide people for up to four hours without risking asphyxiation but were rarely used for such purposes. Smuggling people was difficult, goods were safer. Goods didn’t talk about ships and captains and give people ideas. But there were some things she couldn’t stomach, and sometimes a girl needed to be prepared.
But Tyler didn’t know that.
It’d been fifty years since she’d let him step foot on her ship. And unfortunately for him, she was hardly the only crew member with secrets. Smuggling had brought such interesting bedfellows into her life, and she’d violate more than three treaties to keep them safe. But her ex didn’t need to know that, and none of it would save her, if he opened fire at her. The point blank range of those canons would destroy her and everyone who would be caught in the crossfire.
Right then, Tyler was a problem and she could show no weakness.
“Circumstantial evidence of what exactly? “ she tilted her head and let scorn drip along her words. “That your super secret prison had an escapee and I am conveniently close to blame? That is ridiculous and we both know it.”
“You’re a Tech Witch.”
Next to her, Enzo tensed at the derogatory term and Caroline let her smile sharpen. Her mother’s blood wasn’t an unknown quality of hers, but saying so here, on this channel with who knows how many witnesses, put him perilously close to breaking the agreements that bound them both.
“Marshall, my ship cleared your security systems ten minutes ago. We accepted the standard cargo check before we left the docking bay, and I am told they were very thorough. Other than requiring a scapegoat in the form of my non-human DNA for whatever inside job you're attempting to cover up, you have nothing.” She nodded when he remained silent. “You have nothing.”
Something beeped, and he glanced down. When he glanced up, nothing had shifted on his face. “I could request you return to the docking bay or face the canons, Forbes.”
Caroline shook her head. It was a threat, but here, for now, she had the upper hand. This kind of PR move for humanity would be costly, but Tyler didn’t worry about those decisions. But him, personally, and the blackmail she had?
“We both know why you won’t.”
The skin near his eyes visibly tightened and she let her smile dimple. They both knew her death would act as a trigger for a number of unpleasant consequences for Tyler. What bound them was contractual, but she had never trusted him to do more than keep the letter of the law, and today had proved she’d been correct in her assessment. If he could have violated the spirit of their contract, he would have. Lucky for her, he couldn’t. Tyler’s secrets could destroy everything he had worked to build in his life, and even now, less than a decade or two from his death, he wouldn’t risk her ruining him.
Her previous lover had always been a coward when it counted. Earth had its enemies, and so did Titan, and she knew almost all of them. Today might cost her, but it could cost him far more.
Letting her knowledge show on her face, she showed her teeth. “Do you even want to tell me who it is that you lost that has you so desperate?”
There was a long, long silence as he stared at her and she just waited. Time was on her side now, the clock burning down. In the back of her head, she counted down.
Sixty seconds. Fifty-five. So close.
The gleam behind Tyler’s eyes turned calculating, and he dropped the name as if it was supposed to mean something, as if it was supposed to bring the weight of her guilt crashing down on her shoulders. “Klaus Mikaelson.”
Caroline just stared at him in surprise; she hadn’t expected him to tell her. The ghosts between her and Tyler faded a little more every year. Humanity might have extended their lifespans as far as they could be stretched, but they would never match those whose DNA held the remnants of long lived, non-human races. Soon Tyler would be one of the few living memories left from the single year of her life she had spent planetside.
Klaus Mikaelson was another.
Gathering her thoughts, Caroline shook her head, forcing herself to focus. “If he is alive, he should be nearing a century on a planet with less medical knowledge than your Station. He should be either senile or dead.” She pushed back a loose strand of hair that slid into her face, the pale gold as much as her mother’s blood as her fathers. “Out of all of us, I’m the only one cursed, remember?”
Next to her, Enzo made a grunting noise of disagreement, his disapproval clear. She waved a hand at him. Her hidden clenched fist relaxed as Enzo bared his teeth but started the sequence to activate the first of what was going to be several jumps. Right then, she didn’t care how much he hated Tyler. They’d be harder to trace once they arrived at the major traffic lanes, but first they had to make it. She didn’t dare take her eyes away from her screen.
Tyler sighed, the sound deep and an echo that caught in her chest. His dark eyes creased, and for the first time the Tyler she’d once known peaked at her from behind the Marshall. “You’ve never been gifted at lying, Caroline.”
She laughed at him, the sound bitter. “No, Tyler. You’ve just never believed me when I spoke truly. I was never your enemy.”
His face told her that he didn't believe her. He never had. “I won’t forget this, Caroline. When we prove that you helped, and we will prove it, not even your precious interstellar laws will be able to protect you.”
The call ended just as their clearance to enter the gate came through. Caroline cut the open line, and immediately started backtracking through her systems to make sure that Tyler hadn’t tried to leave her a present. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Earth, and it’s subjects, tended to see laws as flexible when it suited them.
The initial scrub didn’t take long, she’d never skimped on security and her ship did not endure itself to strangers programs, and the surface diagnosis came back clean. Jaw set, she triggered the deeper scrub that would erase the identifiers that they had used to dock at Titan.
She’d known she’d have to burn the remaining dregs of that life soon, but hadn’t expected it today. Better to make a clean cut, erase her existence here in Pure Human Space now than end up in the darkness of its prison, driven mad by the hum of machines she could hear but not touch.
“Ten seconds until FTL.”
Switching to her main screen, Caroline pulled up the screens to monitor their progress. Closing her eyes as the universe started to blur with the faster than light speed jump, she inhaled slowly and didn’t breathe again until the sound of space tearing around them drowned out the anxious rush of her heartbeat.
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It took twenty minutes after they passed through the gate to clear enough space to make the first jump. They didn’t quite dare engage their cloaking device until they left the jump points. It took another precious half hour before they finally winked out of existence as far as radars were concerned. But the muscles along her spine didn't relax until Enzo finally gave her a nod.
“We’re clear. No one followed us, which means they didn’t have enough time to scramble a ship. We’ve got a sixty minute window before this airspace becomes too hot for us.”
Caroline laughed. “Good thing we won’t be here that long. Go ahead and start planning our next jump.”
Enzo tipped his head. “Are we sticking to our plan then?”
“For now. I don’t want to risk picking up a tail, and they won’t be able to follow us from here. As long as we stay out of Federation space, we should be okay for the short term.”
For now. If they were going to stay that way was entirely dependent on what exactly she had gotten them into. Grimacing a little, she hit the comm button. “Bonnie? Everything alright down there?”
There was a pause and then the droll voice of her closest friend came back over the mic. “So far everything is holding up. I did a fast scan once we cleared the gate, and I didn’t find any extra tech that might have been dropped in the ship.”
“Thanks, but we’re clean.” She pressed her hand against the panel, listening to the hum of engines and the computers that were as familiar to her as the back of her hands. The curious hum of its voice. “I’ll be down shortly to deal with our pickup.”
“Better you than me.”
Enzo leaned back, watching her with dark eyes as he waited for her to finish her conversation. “You sure this is what you want?”
Caroline snorted and unbuckled herself. “I think it's a little late for second guessing, don’t you?”
A shrug. “We could space him.”
She laughed, this one far more genuine. “If he threatens you or Bonnie, I promise, he’ll find himself ejected. But until then…”
Enzo crossed his arms, gaze dark. “You think he might know something about your mom.”
Eyes sliding shut, Caroline sighed. She wished she could have given him that as the reason, but it hadn’t been. Not then. Now… “I don’t know if anyone knows what happened to my mom.”
“Be careful, Gorgeous.” Enzo’s mouth tightened at the corners. “The past can make you bleed.”
She knew that far better than anyone should, but arguing with Enzo about unnecessary reminders wouldn’t get her anywhere. “Yeah.”
Tipping back into his chair, Enzo studied her. “I’ve still got a friend or two on that station. I could arrange it so Lockwood stops being such a problem.”
She shot him a look and he shrugged unrepentant. “He has no teeth.”
“Gorgeous, we both know that’s hardly the truth. He’s going to do his damndest to make your life difficult. Even if he sticks to your bargain until he dies, you’ve got nothing to protect you after his death.”
Caroline shook her head. “Legacy means everything to Tyler. I don’t think he’ll so easily let me ruin it.”
Enzo snorted but turned back to his computer. “I’ll make the next jump.”
Understanding it for the grumpy acceptance but not an approval that it was, Caroline lifted hand to acknowledge she heard him, and left the bridge. The door closed behind her, leaving her in the quiet corridors, only the sounds of her boots loud over the hum of the ship as she walked.
She wished she could explain her impulsive reaction to Enzo, wished she could find the words that gave her actions any kind of logic. Particularly since she couldn’t explain to herself.
Walking around the corner, she found Bonnie waiting on her. There was grease smeared on one cheek and her mouth was pulled into a frown. Sighing, Caroline rubbed her forehead. “Are you going to yell too?”
Bonnie seemed to consider that, the data pad she held tapping against her thigh before she sighed. “I’d like to. But would it do any good?”
“Probably not.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She held out the data pad with a sigh. “I still have a bottle of that shit you call liquor in my room. When this is over, you’re going to owe me an explanation.”
Caroline’s fingers curled around the peace offering. “It’s a pretty long story.”
“You noticed I said an entire bottle?”
There wasn’t much she could say to that. “Deal.”
Bonnie nodded and tipped her head towards their small medbay. “Good luck.”
Taking a deep breath, she nodded and pressed her palm to the door, unlocking it so she could step inside. He was waiting for her, the familiarity of him the same punch to her system as it had been before. He’d lost the horrible prison uniform, Bonnie must have felt far more charitable than she’d wanted Caroline to know. But then, her friend had spent her own time in the prison uniforms herself and still avoided the color orange.
But that meant he was now shirtless, his bandaged ribs on display, his expression guarded.
Caroline gave herself a moment to absorb that change in perspective, to take him in. The tumble of curls still touched the tops of his ears, but he’d cleaned up his beard so that only a short stubble remained, leaving behind a man’s face, thin from his time beneath Titan but hardly weak. His eyes were gold touched blue, and awareness brushed down her spine. The decades since she had last seen him were stacked behind his eyes, visible in the way he had grown into his skin.
But the impact of him, the jolting rush of recognition from earlier still lingered beneath her skin. The sudden awareness of who he was and the bone deep hello she couldn’t explain. Which made no sense, had made no sense when she was hauling his ass through Titan. If the boy who had once been kind to her was buried beneath lean muscle and a hardness she recognized from her own mirror, she didn’t see him. This man, with his steady gaze and roughened features was a stranger.
She didn’t know what to think of the way he watched her. He brought so many complications with him. Tipping her head, she arched a brow with more casualness than she felt.
“Werewolf, huh?” Caroline kept her voice even, and the edge of his mouth curled. “I’d have remembered that if you’d mentioned that little detail before.”
He took his time responding, gaze dragging down her body in a thorough perusal that left her skin tingling as if he’d touched her. “Caroline Forbes. I must say, you were not who I was expecting.”
She snorted. “Yeah, well, me either. I wasn’t there to rescue you.”
His gaze narrowed. “Then why were you there?”
Caroline kept her voice bland, shifting her weight to tap one boot against the floor. “New boots.”
And Klaus Mikaelson blinked at her as if the words that were coming out of her mouth were in a dialect he had never heard before. She felt a perverse amount of satisfaction from that. The Klaus she had known had been a few years older and nearly unflappable, outside of the mercurial moodiness of his temperament.
“New boots.”
“Yup. And lucky for you that I decided I needed them. There are reasons that Titan has never lost a prisoner before.” She tossed the data pad in front of him. “I don’t know who or what you were expecting when you made it onto the surface level, but if I hadn’t found you and decided to help, you’d have been collared and sent right back into the depths of the station.”
Caroline wasn’t certain she’d ever shake the shock of it: turning the corner, and finding Klaus standing there. Klaus, who she had thought of only in the safety in the dark of space, when she allowed herself to remember that tumultuous year she’d spent with her feet on solid earth. She had hoped for him to have married, to have had a batch of sarcastic moody children, to have grown old having survived the machinations of his mother.
Another quiet piece of her past disappearing before she’d gained even so much as a hint of a wrinkle.
But he hadn’t, and now she didn’t know what to think.
When she’d seen him, his beard had been too long, the shackles from his cell had still been curved around the bones of his wrists. He’d been slightly hunched, the blood on his uniform not just from whoever had gotten between him and his escape, and the way he stood said something had hurt but he was on his feet.
Somehow, she hadn’t gotten any of that blood on her. Right then, she was regretting that a little. A single touch of his skin against her own, and she’d have managed to avoid some of this conversation as she’d been given the answers. For the first time, she cursed the prison uniform for more than its obnoxious color and terrible material.
And now here she was , struggling to understand the certainty she hadn't felt in decades when she’d seen him. Her mother’s blood never forgot an enemy, but it also never forgot a friend, and once, a very, very long time ago, she’d thought of him as such. The punch of that knowledge had been staggering as they’d stared at each other, too much between them, and she’d heard the alarms blaring from beneath the soles of her feet.
She hadn’t been able to turn, to leave him like she should have. Swearing at him, at herself, she’d moved forward and slid her arm beneath his and gritted out an order to stay quiet and to follow her.
And he had. Now here they were. On her ship, trying to outrun the long reach of Titan. His gaze finally left her face and lowered to the datapad before returning to hers in a silent question.
“Bonnie is med-trained,” Caroline lied easily. “She did a data scan before I came in when she was tapping up your ribs. I know earth uses the prisoners below Titan for experimentation, but did you ever hear them mention what they were putting into your blood?”
“Bonnie,” Klaus said softly. “Is a witch.”
She didn’t lower her eyes. Esther had been a witch. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”
Not even a flicker of a lash. “No.”
“Because if it is,” Caroline said, “I will toss you into the airlock myself. Werewolves can last for a few minutes in the black, you know. Not long enough to live, but long enough to fight for it.”
The yellow in his gaze spread in a wash of power. “Threats already?”
“Duh,” she replied. “This is my ship, my crew. I might have saved you, but you try to harm them, and you’re going to see what it’s like trying to breathe in a vacuum.”
Klaus laughed, low and rich, and it ran across her senses like a touch. “Your threats have gotten better, love. I approve.”
Caroline snorted. “I’m touched. Really.”
He didn’t move towards her, but the sudden intensity to the way he watched her, the wolf clear in his gaze, left her very aware of the careful distance and one table between them. “I think you’ll find that even here, on this ship you’ve claimed and marked as your own, that I am not so easy to destroy.”
She didn’t doubt he believed that, that he was capable of horrible things, even injured, but she refused to give him an inch. Not here, not now. Not yet. Not when her ship would tear itself apart to protect its heart. “So says the werewolf that had to be rescued from humans.”
Klaus’ gaze narrowed, a flicker of deep seated rage there and gone again. “The result of an unfortunate betrayal, one I plan to deal with as soon as I am off this ship.”
There was something dangerous there, something terrible that kept her from asking the questions that lingered on her tongue. “Are you going to be a danger to my crew, Klaus?”
His head angled to the side, and there was nothing soft about his expression. “Will you believe my answer?”
“You’ve never lied to me before,” Caroline said slowly, feeling her way through the strange sense of knowing she hadn’t been able to shake. The buzzing of her mother’s blood. She wanted to believe him. “I don’t have a reason to think you’d start now, though you were apparently keeping some pretty big secrets.”
Klaus went motionless in front of her, the flex of his jaw unexpected as he stared at her. The wolf slowly faded from his eyes as he clearly weighed her words. “I intend no harm to your people, Caroline. Witches or no. But I cannot say the same for my enemies.”
She shoved her fingers through her bangs. “And just who are they?”
“Why did you rescue me, Caroline?”
She blinked. “Does that matter?”
A hint of a dimple curved along his cheek, and Klaus crossed his arms, leaning against the table. She tried very hard to ignore the shift and flex of muscle, the bare skin still on display. The fascinating movement of his tattoo. “Very much, I’m afraid.”
She mirrored his stance, arms crossing across her chest. “And why is that, exactly?”
“Caroline.”
“Klaus.”
“I’ve answered a number of your questions,” he pointed out in a reasonable tone that made her teeth clench. “It's only fair that you do the same, don’t you think?”
“I wasn’t the one rescued.”
His teeth gleamed in the lighting. “A man has reasons to be concerned when a near stranger offers him his freedom. Particularly in such… serendipitous circumstances, don’t you think? The black is full of terrible things. Slavers. Blood Witches. Those influential human scientists who wish to unlock the immortality of magic without the cost. We knew each other a long time ago, love.”
Her eye roll was automatic. “Oh yes, I’ve risked my reputation and my neck to drag you off to a backwater moon so you can become someone’s wolf bitch. How did you guess?”
The hint of amusement that had tugged at his lips disappeared, and something hard entered his eyes. “The truth, if you please.”
It was a velvet threat said in a voice lined in steel. She hadn’t liked that tone from him when she’d been seventeen, and she liked it even less now, knowing of the wolf that lived under his skin. She forcibly reminded herself that she’d have questions if he’s just up and rescued her too. Locking him in the med bag until he was reminded of his manners wasn’t a smart decision. Yet, at least.
She lifted her chin and held that inhuman gaze, unblinking. “You were something of a friend, once. I hadn’t forgotten that and I have no love for cages. Though I suppose I should worry why humanity decided to bury you in their favorite graveyard. There are some things even I won’t look past. Are we going to be enemies, Klaus?”
Truth and lies, they tangled together and she wondered if he saw them. None of that had been in her mind when she’d seen him, none of that had mattered. Her reaction had been inexplicable and confusing, and it wasn’t something she was willing to discuss. Not now, preferably never.
“You don’t want me as your enemy, love.”
Caroline scoffed. “I’m not sure I want you as my friend. The last werewolf I made an acquaintance of was a real dick, and this conversation isn’t shaping up to prove you’re much different.”
“And would that werewolf happen to be the esteemed Marshall Lockwood?” His words were casual, as if that information actually existed outside her head. As if he knew. But Klaus had known Tyler once, and that made her wonder.
“Marshall Lockwood is not up for discussion .”
Klaus brow arched with intrigue. “So the rumors are true.”
“That would depend on the rumors.” It was a strain, to hold that slightly bored expression. To keep her pulse steady.
“Lockwood should have been promoted past Marshall decades ago.” Klaus dragged his gaze down her face, and for a heartbeat she imagined those eyes lingered on her lips. “The why’s have always generated a great deal of speculation. He passes as human, you see. He is also loyal even when that loyalty is detrimental. The rumors of blackmail, of alien involvement have been rampant for years.”
She’d made a point not to follow those rumors, and it was a struggle not to wince. No wonder Tyler hated her. But she remembered the way he’d spat Tech Witch, the way he’d made it clear to anyone around him, and that wince turned to anger. He’d made his choices.
“You’re pretty knowledgeable for a man who was locked away in the depths of Titan.” Caroline said slowly. “Why exactly did they toss you into their comfy retirement home? Werewolves take resources to hold.”
His smile was slow and sharp. “Humanity considers me a threat.”
“That hardly makes you special.” She waved a hand towards the walls of her ship. “Earth considers everyone not fully human a threat. It’s a long, extensive list.”
“True. Let’s say then, that I have made an effort to be noticed.” His eyes glittered. “They are well aware of who I am.”
“How wonderful for you. How?”
Klaus studied her for a long moment. “When you said you couldn’t return, you meant it, didn’t you?”
Her breath caught in her throat at those softly voiced words, the memories they dragged violently to the surface. The way she could almost smell the smoke, feel the splash of her mother’s blood against her face.
“I never lied to you.” Caroline said. “Even then.”
Especially then.
Not when she had a choice.
He gave a nod, the wolf back in his eyes, as if he had come to some internal decision. “Esther didn’t survive you leaving the planet.”
She blinked, frowned. “Esther was amassing a cult following, how did anyone get through that? And how does this answer my question?”
A sharp slash of a smile. “I killed her.”
Caroline stared at him. Esther had been his mother. “I don’t understand.”
He lowered his arms, shifting his weight carefully. “My mother… Esther was a monster. And so was Mikael.”
“They did try to sacrifice my mom, so no arguments there.” She let the bite of her nails into her palm ground her. “But they were also powerful, which is why we ran.”
And why she’d been willing to barter with Tyler’s mother to get him off that world, the one family with limited permission to leave the planet without the terrible protocols. Not that it’s done her any good, in the long run. Tyler had chosen to bury what he was and to become something he wasn’t. And she...
She’d woken to the cold berth of her ship alone, the only clue the blood that had stained the walls, the floors, of what had been her mother’s room. That ship had been destroyed in the heart of a sun, the blood too potent and the horror of it too binding. The ship sang too mournful song, a song of rage and sadness even as she watched it disappear in an explosion that erased it down to the last molecule.
“Yes,” Klaus agreed. “But by rescuing Liz, you allowed the rest of us to find our freedom.” A lowering of his lashes, charm in every word. “I suppose that means you’ve saved me twice.”
For a long moment their gaze held, and the room felt several degrees too warm. It had been Klaus’ hands who had caught her when she had staggered at the weight of her mother. Klaus who had told her to go, as the screams around them had grown in fever pitch as the fires Kol had set to burn began to consume houses.
Clearing her throat, Caroline shook her head. “If you killed Ester that debt is even. But what does any of this have to do with you escaping that planet and pissing off enough people you got tossed into Titan? Stop avoiding my questions.”
Another flash of teeth, a deliberate god behind his eyes. “And where have you been all these years, Caroline?”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
Hand sliding to her hip, Caroline glared. “What do you mean? Space is a big place.”
“You’re not an easy woman to find,” Klaus said casually. “Even when one knows what to look for.”
Unexpectedly, her heart jolted into her throat. “You shouldn’t have been looking for me at all.”
The dip of the crease of his cheeks, the curve of his smile were all predatory. “No?”
“My mother paid her debts,” Caroline said bitterly, chin lifting. “I owe you nothing.”
“No,” he repeated, voice softening. “You do not. I believe if anything, if what you say is true, I owe you.”
Her gaze narrowed, but his eyes didn’t waver from hers. Motioning towards the pad on the table in front of him, she firmed her words. She was done discussing her mom. “I bet Titan’s food sucked. I’ll find you an energy bar while you read that report.”
She turned her back to him, and it itched along her spine. But even a werewolf couldn’t get a clean jump on her in her own ship and to flinch now would be to lose ground. Digging through the supplies they kept for emergencies, she found a shirt that would probably fit with something like regret. Another drawer for one of Bonnie’s stashed meal replacements, and she walked over and set them both in front of him.
For a moment, she imagined she could feel the heat radiating from his skin, even with the table between them. She shook the thought off, ignoring the way she could almost pick out the scent of his skin beneath the sterility of the prison smell. Klaus, for his part, had done as she said and was looking at the data pad, the full line of his mouth pressed into a thin line.
“You’re sure this is accurate?”
“Bonnie doesn’t make mistakes,” Caroline said. “Not about this. And neither do I.”
“Why show this to me?”
She tipped her head and studied him. Considered the words she wanted to say. “Titan is full of the echoes of old ghosts. The kind humans cannot see, even in the black. The kind that skitter along nerves, that flicker with the hum of an engine, that race across a tablet screen in the shape of quick anomalies and distortions. What that station swallows, it keeps.”
There was no judgement in Klaus’ eyes at her reminder of her alien blood, the gifts that left her far more integrated into technology that should be possible. Tech Witch. If only it was so simple.
“So you’ve said.”
“So I did.”
Those brilliant eyes narrowed. “Tell me, love. Your people avoid human space. Yet, here you are. Why?”
Her lips twisted. What few of them were left. “We avoid humanity for good reason. We… the best way to put it is we leave behind our own echoes, and too many… well, this ship would swallow its enemies too. Titan would never allow that sort of integration, but they fear it. What it could become.”
“Titan has no consciousness, no knowing.” Klaus said, as if he’d been prepared for what she would admit. “It’s halls are lined with human nightmares, not the kind your people give shape to.”
“Humanity has never been so simple.” Caroline returned. “The remnants of my people… they litter empty colonies like broken alters. What humanity tries to do with those bits and pieces could never be allowed on earth, could never be allowed to be seen as anything but human invention.”
“Nanotechnology is not new.” He pointed out, referencing the report she’d given him to read, the details Bonnie had included for him. So he could understand. “Humanity has been experimenting with improving vaccinations and healing for more generations than have passed since your people’s first contact. Even in the black, the science of it has trickled out into space. Improved healing, improved health, longer life spans as organs stop failing quite so quickly.”
“What we suspect that they have injected you with is not so simple.” She gave him a brief smile, barely more than the bitter curve of her lips. “Over the last twenty years, we’ve discovered that the scientists on Titan have been less than satisfied with the dozens of prisoners that earth sends them each year as experiments. They’ve turned their eyes towards slavers, towards their own people when it suits them. I can’t imagine how delighted they’d have been, to have found themselves in the position of having a werewolf in their grip. Whatever they injected you with, it’s going to be dangerous.”
Klaus ran his finger thoughtfully down the screen of the pad. “Experiments with what technology survived the fall of your people seems like a bit of an extreme jump in logic. Earth would never sanction such things as the fallout should it be proven would be terrible.”
She’d once thought the same. That had changed. Caroline held out her palm, nudged her chin towards the pad. “There is an easy way to tell. If Bonnie was right. If we’re wrong.”
A simple touch, and she would know just what part her people’s cast off ruins were being used in the torture of those Titan claimed as its own. To see what they had shoved in his veins, this man-made monster who might now carry worse sins in his blood than he knew.
In front of her, the line of his throat went taut, the cords of his throat in sudden, sharp relief. What blue had returned to his eyes disappeared under a wash of gold so potent, she felt it sizzle across her nerves.
“Ah,” he murmured, voice dipping low and deep. “That might be more complicated than you know.”
She frowned. “Why? If they managed to inject you with their bastardized nanonites, touching you will let me confirm. Removing them is the complicated part.”
And would require help. Not something she thought the wolf would enjoy. Not when he was injured.
“Tell me, Caroline, do you know why Earth, why the Federation, put such a strict quarantine on my home world?”
The sudden switch of topics sent warning fingers dragging down her spine. “You mean other than it being infested with witches and apparently the occasional werewolf, the two things they like to pretend don’t exist?” She wrinkled her nose. “I always assumed it was one hell of a prison planet.”
There were a few of those, scattered around the galaxies. Klaus’ homeworld had been unique in that it was beautiful, and it inhabited more than just a prison carved into an otherwise uninhabitable chunk of rock. But it was also full of horrors, and not all of them had been man made.
He laughed softly, but there was no amusement in his eyes. “You’re not entirely wrong. But what they wished to trap there is more complicated than blood and magic.”
“Very few things are more complicated than either of those,” Caroline said carefully. “And all of them are alien in nature.”
The flicker of approval on his face shouldn’t have mattered. “Earth has mostly forsaken its children spread among the stars, but not all survivors consider themselves lost. My mother certainly didn’t.”
“Your mother was a fanatic.”
A tip of his head in casual agreement. “My grandmother called it an artifact, my mother thought it was a map. My father knew it for the danger it was, and it cost him his life.” He gave a careful shrug of his shoulder. “The werewolf homeworlds have long since been thought to be lost, though most people believe their Armadas must disappear to somewhere. Esther sought to change that.”
“The werewolf homeworlds?” Caroline repeated incredulously. “No one even knows if they truly exist, or if they do, how they came to be.”
A thoughtful glance from beneath his lashes. “So you do know the stories.”
“Yes, because they are stories.” She crossed her arms with a scoff. “It’s everyone’s favorite boogeyman bedtime tale. Particularly once their ships started to have more frequent sightings.”
“Enlighten me.”
Caroline rolled her eyes. “Of what, rumor? Urban legend? Seriously, Klaus. What could you possibly have not heard? The stories that blame witches for your existence, the gift that the black pulled from your blood? The ones that blame earth's scientists who went deep into the heart of a solar system that no longer has a name. Or my personal favorite, the ones that blame my mother’s people, though how they came to those conclusions I don’t know. They left behind experimenting on flesh and blood eons before they were destroyed. There is no fact behind any hint of a rumor that currently exists.”
“The werewolf gene is an interesting one,” Klaus murmured. “It breeds true but not always in strength. Ansel thought it had to do with our longevity, that when born on planets where it was peaceful, we didn’t need that strength.”
“Ansel?”
“My father.”
“Your…” staring at him, she struggled to find a coherent thought. It hadn’t occurred to her that Mikael couldn’t have been Klaus’ father. But perhaps it should have. Esther had been a witch, as were her children. All except one.
“What are you saying?”
“Esther’s ambition knew no bounds,” Klaus said. “She planned to use your mother’s blood to find the werewolf homeworld, to activate the map she suspected your people had left behind. And then she hoped to conquer it. But to conquer, she needed a weapon, one she could bind with the familial bond.” Another careful movement as he rolled his shoulder. “Ansel wanted to know if having a son under the horrors of our moon would grant strength back into his line. For a while, they’re politics aligned. It was short lived, as was with most things my mother touched.”
Caroline swallowed hard at the implications of his words. That he was that weapon. That her mom was a key to finishing worlds long lost. “That’s insane.”
“Perhaps. My mother was certainly many things, and sane was not one of them. But my father.” A slow tilt of his lips, the blunt edge of his teeth barely visible. “My father was not wrong. Though he was not entirely right, based on Tyler’s pathetic existence.”
“This,” Caroline said slowly, straightening her shoulders. “Is not your home world.”
The I am not your prey, hung between them.
His smile widened. “Esther did not expect you or your strength to defend your mother.” His wolf glimmered in jagged shards behind his eyes. “That seems to be a weakness in my family, as twice now, you have surprised me, when I know better. I’m very aware of where I stand, love.”
Strength that had eventually failed her. That had left her with nothing but the smeared remains of her family. “Why tell me this? Why bring up any of this?”
“I looked for you,” Klaus said, voice dipping into a caress that was almost a touch. “All these long years that I’ve spent among the stars. Hunted for a mention of your ship, chased every glance of gold from the corner of my gaze. And yet, when I looked for you naught, when my only thought was survival, there you were.”
Caroline’s stomach flipped at his words and she forced herself to hold his gaze. “I didn’t want to be found.”
“So I’ve gathered.” The dryness in his tone almost wrangled a smile from her. “But finding you has never been about just want, Caroline, but need.”
She bared her teeth. “So I am just an alien to you.”
Klaus moved, a slow deliberate shift of his body to remove the barrier of the table between them. Caroline had to sink her heels into the floor to hold her position, and while he didn’t touch her, he was close enough that when he dipped his head, his breath brushed along her chin.
“If only it was that simple.” He tipped his head, the movement strangely wolffish. “If only. You know what I am.”
Her fingernails dug into her palm as she wondered when she’d started to lose control of this conversation. “Yup. Werewolf, asshole, planet born. Big deal.”
An exhaled noise of amusement. “Alpha.”
She blinked. Blinked again. “Alpha of what? A backwater planet that eats its people regularly as it’s own wonderful world of sacrifice? Sounds awesome. Big congrats.”
A dimple creased his cheek. “You wanted to know who my enemies are, love? They are many, and varied. Earth, certainly. A number of werewolf tribes. The families of those whose son’s I left broken in my path to ruling. My inheritance from my father came with a heavy price, but it did not come without its gifts. Thankfully, the Armada did eventually see my value.”
“Armada,” she rasped. Swallowing, she tried again. “The werewolf armada. You are seriously trying to tell me you escaped your homeworld, and… what. You challenged your way right to the top of leadership? In the werewolf armada. The ships that are nearly impossible to find, that are made up of mercenary bands and other wonderful, loving people and they just let you stroll in and start killing people?”
“Yes.”
He sounded so unbelievably satisfied. “Well, clearly that didn’t stick since you ended up in the bowels of Titan.”
“Careful,” he murmured.
“Or what?” She wiggled her fingers, careful to not touch him. “You’re still on my ship, presumed alpha or not, and I can still space you. I probably should.”
An arch of his brow, though nothing about his body said he was worried about her threat. “Oh?”
Caroline gave him an annoyed look. “Have you not listened to a single thing I’ve said? Nanobites, Klaus. My people’s technology that’s been fucked about by humans into who knows what, swimming around in your bloodstream. Do you know what else they put in those things? Trackers.”
“Ah.”
“Yes, ah.” She lifted her chin. “Which brings us full circle to the original problem. I need to see exactly what they injected into you, and then Enzo and I might have to remove them, which is going to be a bitch for everyone. Otherwise dumping you on a planet to apparently contact your armada to come pick you up will mean absolutely shit. You’ll be cooling your heels on Titan in a matter of hours.”
“Enzo.” His voice turned cool, the line of his shoulders stiffening. “Who is Enzo?”
“My co-pilot,” Caroline said. “And someone I trust.”
Klaus moved, a quick shift of his weight that put his nose and mouth excruciatingly close to the skin beneath her ear. His breath was hot and damp, and she froze as he breathed deeply. “You don’t smell of him. So not lovers. Good.”
Caroline spluttered and took two steps back, cheeks hot. “That is none of your damn business.”
“I think you’ll find that is not entirely the case the moment you put your hands on me, Caroline.” His eyes met hers, and there was nothing human in the expression behind them. “You marked me decades ago.”
She straightened her spine, denial on her tongue, even as beneath her feet, her ship hummed with attention. “I did no such thing.”
His laugh echoed harshly between them and he prowled towards her, the line of his jaw set. “No? I disagree. So does my wolf. You’ve been in my blood so long, what does a mere echo of your people compare? Even the other wolves, the ones who sought my favor, who wished for my benevolence never quite dared ask for more than what I offered. They too, saw the claim you’d etched into me.”
“That’s impossible.”
An amused, indulgent glance that spoke of too many things that left her so very aware of how close he was standing to her. “Is it? You know the stories of your people as well as I do. My kind have a similar belief, though it is rare away from our worlds. Of claiming, of mating.”
Her fingertips tingled with the need to feel that uncompromising edge of his jaw and she swallowed. Tried not to think of the way her blood reacted to him, the impulsive need to help him. Mate. Impossible. “Klaus…”
His head lowered, lips lingering so close to her own. “Why did you save me?”
Caroline gave a tiny shake of her head, terrified that she’d give into the need to lean just a little forward. “I told you.”
“New boots,” Klaus murmured. “I suppose it doesn’t matter.” He straightened, and smiled, dimples on full display, cutting deep. “There is an easy way to tell. If I am right. If I am wrong.”
Her throat ran dry.
Klaus spread his arms slowly, moving to lean back against the table. “Do your worst. Go ahead, tell me what runs beneath my skin. All of it. But, Caroline.”
She took in a deep breath, lifting her chin to meet those moon glow eyes, that daunting smile.
“Don’t say that I didn’t warn you, love.”
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How 2 RP
EDIT: I have edited the post a bit, since i looked it over and got some feedback from RPers. And i can now see that the original post was a bit unfriendly towards a certain group. That was not my intention to come over at all and i apologize if i offended some people that way. Here is hoping that the updated part is more neutral and appealing to those who want to start RP.
Introduction:
Hello everyone! My name is Masao, and i wanted to write a bit of a tutorial on how to RP. This will be in several chapters, and going over several things on how to make a character, certain terms,lore, handy links and more. If there is enough interest in this, and of course if it helps enough people, i will type and release more! If you feel like this helped you out somehow, or think that it can help others, please consider spreading the word, and getting this to someone who wants to set a first step into the RP world of Final Fantasy XIV.
Chapter 1: Where do i start?
Welcome to the guide on how to RP. You are probably wondering right now: Where do i even begin? Well, with this guide, we hope to get you started a bit.
So when it comes to RP, you roleplay a whole another character. Some people might be furrowing their brow now. As in, how do i even do that? Well, what i mostly do when it comes to mine, is:
I take inspiration from other games/movies/series.
Like for example...
Take Masao here. A Xeala who has been Reincarnated into a Dotharl. A grumpy man who has a hidden kindness to him. He does not know Eorzean well, but his favorite Eorzean word so far is ‘‘Fuck.’‘ Sounds familiar? Because its based off Geralt of Rivera! You don't have to copy a total character of course. You could take bits and pieces to mold your very own. When it comes to playing someone, there is only one super important rule. And that is:
Play what you enjoy, not what others enjoy.
When it comes to RP, there are people who may play differently from how you RP. This has to do with Lore.If you wish to know more about lore, i would suggest looking at this link. And people always look different to it. Some people might want to abide by lore without any bending it. Some might enjoy the lore bending by a bit and some might even not abide to the lore at all. Whatever you choose, is totally up to you, as long if you can respect the aspect of what ones chooses. When it comes to roleplaying in groups, its mostly give and take. But when you work together, and mold it into something, it can be super fun and rewarding! You could get character development, or even friendships! But stick true to your own believes, and RP with the people that find your charachter enjoyable. Because after all...
Its your character.
Now, when it comes to in game RP, there might be some terms that confuse you, or how to do certain things. Let me help with that! Lets go over the most important things:
IC: This stands for In Character. This means that whatever happens IC, stays IC. So if someone calls you a asshole IC, that does not mean they think that you as a person are one. Your own actions are the same, they are all bound to your character, not meaning you as a person would do that. What brings us to our next term..
OOC: This means what we are now! How i am typing and talking to you. It stands for Out of Character. When it comes to this, there is one rule that you must always abide to, no matter what. Keep IC and OOC separate! This is important! It's mostly important because a lot of people tend to mix them up. What you should NEVER do. What happens IC, stays IC, what happens OOC, stays OOC.
MRP/ERP: A lot of people have this in their search info. So let me go over some of the terms. MRP stands for Mature RP. This means that the themes that they RP, are meant for mature audiences. Think of like blood, murder. Like a mature movie or game. That is what you can expect from that. ERP...Well, you probably mostly already know. But let me go over it briefly. It stands for Erotic Roleplay, and contains well..That. There might be some people who are only focused on this when it comes to RP, if that stuff makes you uncomfortable, don't do it. You really don't have to ERP to get the best RP experience or whatever. Do this only with people you trust, or with your SO. Or don’t at all! Its totally up to you.
ParaRP: This refers to people who write in Paragraphs. There is also Semi-Para. Or Multi-Para. Some people who RP write long walls of text, or write very little. Everyone has their own style of writing. Do what fits you the best! Here are some examples.
Semi Para:
Masao walked through Gridania as the sun shined on his black scales. He squinted towards the sky and let out a little huff. Seems like today was going to be a warm day, but a good one for a adventure or two.
Para:
A sudden memory flashed before his eyes. A lonely house stood in a filed. It seemed abandoned by all local life. Masao entered the little shed and looked around. No one, as expected. He thought to himself. But in the blink of a eye, the shed caught aflame. He was surrounded by fire. Voices were heard around him. ‘‘You deserved to die.’‘ A voice rang out. ‘‘We should have never taken you in.’‘ Another one called. And as it all played out, Masao was suddenly back to his senses. Was it something from his past life? Or was it something that was yet to come?
Those are most of the things you need to know! Now lets go over some extra in game things that you might would like to know:
If you wish to make a custom emote in FFXIV, you start a post with /em. So for example: /em looked towards the Miqo’te and gave a little nod.
When your character talks, this is mostly done with ‘’. A example: ‘’Yes, i think a drink would be fine.’’ There are some races who talk in another language. This is mostly done with <’’> Or with [’’] So it would look like this: <’’I don't know if this Eorzean can understand me.’’>
A lot of people in FFXIV have a certain RP tag above their head. If you wish to turn this on, press the O button on your keyboard (Or whatever button you have bound to the Social tab. It will look like this: If you are in that tab, you also see a little text bubble next to your name (You only see this if you wrote something down.) You can put a little description about yourself! To change this, simply right click on your own name, and select: Edit Search Info. Now, you will see some new options. A Search comment down, where you can edit your little description of yourself, and a dropdown menu that says Online, Busy, Away from keyboard and such. And down there, is the option Role Play! And there you have it! Now you have the RP tag next to your name. You also may be seeing a lot of people walk around. You can do that by pressing the / button.
That was my chapter one of How 2 RP. I hope it helps you, and if you have any questions or need some more tips, let me know! You can either send me a question here, or you can add me on discord: Masao#2913 and i can help you there too. And just remember: RP might be a bit scary at first, but the community in here is so amazing and helpful, i am sure they would accept a new RPer with open arms. My tip would be to if you start with RP, try with One-on-one RP first, with your friends, your FC members, maybe even your lover. So you can get a feel for it, and so you can find out if you really like how your character is. Maybe you want to change something a bit, or maybe you even want to change them completely. Go what feels right, and what makes you happy.
Thanks for reading, and i hope that you have a nice day!
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Millionaire!Virgil AU
So this idea came into my head early this morning and I love it! So let me set it up for you in bullet points. ((Also charachter death by murder, but none of the sides die.))
First thing you should know is that Virgil's parents were well-off, but not exactly rich, the millionaire status came from Virgil's career as a well known musician.
He had gigs everywhere! Around the world, Hollywood, he was just that good. Everyone wanted him and he played/even acted in movies. It didnt mean he didnt have anxiety after years of public performance he just dealt with it.
He kept up his emo facad and ditched the people who wanted him to be professional. He hated suits and ties.
Well...because Virgil is bisexual in this AU he met his future wife who was the vocalist for a band that was climbing in ranks and popularity quite high! She had a similar style and attitude to Virgil's and they got along really well.
The band she sang for really liked Virgil too and so they decided to tour together which grew the popularity of both musical artists to the number one spot for top song.
At the end of the tour they both realized that they really liked each other and wanted to settle down and have a family.
So they bought a mansion together along the Florida coast and used that as their home.
They already had their first kid, Patton, by the time they wed and she was pregnant with her second. They still toured the country and were just as famous.
The couple was really big in magazines as fans fawned over them.
But it all changed when Roman was born.
Not that it was Roman's fault, it was the amount of work he was as a child.
They had to cut the amount of time they would spend on their jobs and work solely at home. They would take turns going and performing before coming home to take care of the kids.
That's when another next door hotshot neighbor who also was a Nascar driver (Remy), advised them to get a Butler.
Virgil was absolutely against it. He didnt want a person they hired to watch his kids, even though his wife told him it was like a longterm babysitter.
After some talking though, she was able to convince him.
So they hired a butler who doesn't need a name because as you will soon see he is an asshole.
They trusted the butler with the kids and at first he was fine!
Did everything he needed to, handled Roman like a champ so it seemed okay.
Up until Virgil left his wife and kids with him.
((DEATH WARNING!))
He got a call from the house and it was Patton crying.
He abandoned his show that night to fly home as fast as he could. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew it wasnt good.
He comes home to catch the butler hauling off the evidence of his wife's murder in a bodysack. He calls the police and tries to fight the guy off.
Police arrive extremely fast, and are able to arrest the guy and question him.
Virgil is livid, but is relieved to see his kids are unharmed. They told the story of how they saw their mom die in front of their faces and clung to Virgil like he was their only lifeline.
Appariently the butler only wanted to get rich, and he figured killing them off one by one and blaming it on an accident would have the most benefit.
Virgil actually laughed at his dimwittedness at that. You can imagine how much grief he has, as he feels he's going insane.
This also caused Remy and Virgil to have a strained relationship. In reality, Remy actually blamed himself for Virgil's wife's death.
So his wife's funeral went viral and when the world heard about the news everyone was sad. They were such an inseparable pair.
He spoke some and their kids came too. And Patton...sweet Patton..."Don't worry daddy! Mommy's right here!" Pointing to his heart and then point's to Virgil's heart. "Right here too!" The poor guy lost it on stage and he stated right there and then he was gonna retire, even though he was only in his late 20's. He had so much grief to struggle through and he didnt wanna be one second away from his kids.
It was sad that Roman seemed the most oblivious, he was four when his mom passed away, but still didn't understand his mom was gone.
He understood six months after her passing and just wailed in bed, Virgil and Patton laid with him and he cuddled with his sons until they all fell asleep together.
He kept getting call after call to do music, but he kept turning it down. He was enjoying his time with his kids and loving on them the best way he could.
Several agencies came to his door, asking if he needed any help in raising his kids and he closed the door on them before they could say anything after 'child'.
As they grew a little bit older, he was having trouble raising them on his own.
That's when Patton came to his father one day. "Dad? I...I think you need some help." He said it in the most loving way he could.
Virgil just pushed his anger down and said no, but Patton came back a few days later and told him the same thing.
It was then he realized doing all of this full time was too much for him. He couldnt even adequately teach his kids.
Roman couldnt read yet and he was almost 8.
That's when Remy finally talked to him again, and suggested a private tutor.
Virgil had the money, but still said no. Though as he thought about it, it appealed to him. The tutor would only be here for a couple hours, then leave.
Virgil and Remy had gotten to a better standing at this point after finding out he's been shooing child protective agencies off of his property for a couple years now, and decided to give it a shot.
Lo and behold, here comes Logan, 29-year-old tutor who Patton takes a liking to immediatly. "He has glasses!" He was excited to see someone else in the house that wore spectacles too, since he was the only one who did for awhile.
Logan is surprised to see this 10-year-old now hugging his legs, but he smiles and returns it.
Logan looks up to see Virgil, one of his favorite musicians ever. He didn't know he was gonna be teaching his kids. He gulps, knowing the story too well and also the fact that Virgil probably didnt trust anyone outside of his nextdoor neighbor and his kids. It would be a rough first couple weeks.
Virgil lets him inside and talks to him about the state of his kid's education. Thankfully, Logan was able to keep the fanboy inside as they talked.
As he began school the next day, Patton learned exceptionally fast. He was almost to the level other kids were at his age.
Roman on the other hand was a handful. The kid hated school and it took a couple days before Logan found away to get Roman to sit still. Roman loved fantasy, dragons, and fairytales, so he decided to base his curriculum of that which he loved.
"How many dragons do you see here Roman?" "Three!" "Good...and if one were to fly away, how many would there be?" "Two!" "Good job!" And it worked like magic.
Virgil finally trusted Logan enough to be away a little bit in different parts of the house to pay bills, do taxes and housework, but the skepticism would never fully go away and Logan understood why.
((Honestly this is all I have. I hope you all enjoy this weird idea or whatever! You decide if it should be Analogical!))
#sanders sides#thomas sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#virgil sanders#patton sanders#tw death mention#tw minor character death#hcs#au#ts sides#ts roman#ts virgil#ts patton#ts logan
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Final Fantasy XIII Review
Sometimes a game really speaks to you, it hooks you in and the deeper one goes down the rabbit hole, the more you feel connected to the world, it´s lore and last but not least it´s characters. FFXIII doesn't do this. The hook is non-existing within the first 15 hours of the game and every possible evolution of the characters is hindered by the streamlined story, the always changing perspective and the obligatory tropes of the genre reduce a lot of things to flanderised archetypes which do not have any impact on the player. And despite saying all this I still played this game and somewhere along the line I managed to enjoy it. So lets get down to the substance and analyse the flaws but also the fun I had.
Story
This story is convoluted which is not an inherently bad thing, but it can manage to overwhelm the player in such a way that it destroys the experience. Without skipping any cutscenes, ready every journal entry and also reading the Wiki of FFXIII after playing the game myself, I still don't get everything. While I sound like an overstressed student who just wants to get what the teacher is talking about: I loved every moment of it: This is pure originality not quiet on the level of Tolkien but impressive nontheless and shows the dedication of the staff who worked on it. You got your whole creation mythos, different societies which are shaped by their past experiences and characters who interact logicially with eachother. One last thing: Storytelling depending on the POV of the characters and changing the POV permanently is one way to keep the the player engaged. I can't say anymore without spoiling, but you are sure in for a ride. CharactersWhile the world is as deep as the ocean, most of the characters are a puddle at the beginning which is a shame. Let´s break them down: Lightning My sister told me she was in danger. I ignored it and well now I am angry at the character who really wanted to help her. But I am the main character and nobody can be angry with me for the course of the whole game. By far the weakest character in terms of well… character. Later on she becomes better, but there is more than enough left for the sequels. Snow He is the typical shonen protagonist whose life philosphy is „Can't Stop“ from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. He loves Lightning's sister, would fight society as whole for her (which he does) and Lightning hates him in the beginning. Yet still he is very likeable because of this: Sometimes the situation seems dire and not giving up on „Hope“ is a great character trait, also nobody embodies the theme of opposing fate more than him. Hope Yep, they named a character Hope. Trait list: Youngest? Check Incident which leads to confrontation? Check Inner conflict? Check Growing up and slowly becoming an adult? Check He is as generic as it goes, but if you haven´t seen this tropes yet, you will probably find the enoyable. Sazh The best character within the game: His son becomes an important figure for the military and he only really wants to protect him, but he lacks the possibility to do so. He is the oldest guy and has already seen a lot, so he has given up on hope and life, but tries his best to succeed saving his son. Within the story he has great interactions with Vanille who is formally already an adult, but behaves quite childish. Both of them learn from eachother which makes later moments even more impactful and I enjoyed their storyline the most. Vanille & Fang: I can´t really tell much about them without spoiling, but I can sum them up. Vanille is the childish and cheeful girly like of them. Fang is a tough and sometimes cynical woman. They are both pretty alright, Vanille being the more interesting one, but because of certain voice acting decisions often times not as enjoyable as she could be.
Graphics and Atmosphere
DAMN This game is from the PS3 era and was an launch title, but it holds up and still looks really good with a lot of detail. I once stopped to look at a pillar and examined the carvings while trying to get what they could mean. A wonderful experience everyone should have. Seeing how monsters fight with each others as natural predators, the fluid movement of the characters within battle and the sheer size of every area is just impressing for it´s time period. Despite assets being recycled I can ultimately say that this game is a masterpiece from the visual standpoint and one can tell that the sheer effort that went into it was and is admirable.
Music
The music itself is really only describable as extremely good. It is a Final Fantasy game and as such we can't expect anything less. The only thing I could criticise is that the music sometimes doesn't fit with the situation the characters find themselves. Which is like two 5 minute occasions within the whole game. In the end I am more than pleased with the results and can regurlarly listen to it within my free time.
Gameplay
Now we are getting to the real meat of this review, to the substance of every game. And there is a lot to unpack here as FFXIII is a game that is mainly being criticised for it´s gameplay. The game is based on an Active Time Battle system which only allows you to control 1 character directly and the up to 2 other characters will be controlled by the CPU. But every charachters has his own preferred roles which can activated by changing to another paradigm. Sounding complicated? Because it is. I didn't even start to talk about staggering your opponent, building up the stagger gauge and increasing damage and I won´t as it is more or less impossible without visual indications. There is a lot to learn about it and this is probably the most satisfying thing, it being a unique and fresh RPG system. But where is the problem, why do people keep criticising? Because it is for the first 10 out of 13 chapters a goddamn hallway simluator and without random encounters this whole game feels like a scripted event which minimises the interaction of the player with the world. The player can't even really choose which encounter he wants to have and because of this and the autobattle feature everything can become as boring as it can be. And there is also no ressource management as after every fight you go back to full health and there is no such thing as mana. No macromanagement and no dungeons: this is just dull. The bossfights are the only real challenge up to chapter 11 and this is so frustrating that it destroys a lot of the potential enjoyment. Imagine someone telling you: Yeah the main campaign of this game sucks 70% of the time. The post game is the true Final Fantasy XIII experince: Learning and mastering the system, using and abusing items, switching between paradigms every 10 seconds and understanding the enemies weaknesses, battle rhythm and so on is a real joy, but getting to this point is ludicrous. If you manage to fight yourself through the first 15-20 hours your enjoyment will be immeasureable. But you probably won´t and this is sheer tragedy.
Problems of the port
The game suffers from poor opimization. The game stutters if you don´t connect a controller with your PC as the game is constantly checking for a controller. There is no other known solution than having a controller.
Conclusion
In the end I recommend to play Final Fantasy XIII, but I would not say that it is on the level of the other games and it managed too often to fail my expectations and too rarely it surpassed them. Despite managing to become better the longer one plays, but the beginning is so bad that I didn´t feel any enjoyment at all. If you are ready to invest it, you will be rewarded. But investing 20 hours of your time can´t be expected with that many great games out there.
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Lights out
Word count: 6.1K
Charachters: Lee/Shin Hoseok x OC
Genres: Smut, comedy, romance
Warnings: 18+, rough sex, orgasm denial, sex toys
Sleep over was always a fun idea, especially when the whole city goes out of electricity and when your best friend starts behaving like a horny beast.
,, Order it ‘’
,, No, are you crazy ?’’ I screamed and pushed Wonho away from me.
,, Come on, order it’’ he said once again trying to get my phone away from me and order the pack of sex toys we found on some cheap ass app.
I know, that’s not how best friends should behave, but it was our casual thing, we weren’t so shy around each other. Well, I mean, he wasn’t shy and in another hand I was just taking everything as a joke.
Every time he would start with some perverted topics, I would just joke around and change it. But of course, Wonho was never the type of guy who would give up so easily.
,, Come on, you know you won’t find it anywhere cheap as that’’ he said and smiled lightly, like we were talking about most random thing on the world and not sex toys.
,, Hoseok, I don’t need that’’ I said and placed my phone in my pocket, rolling my eyes on his silly behavior.
,, Why ? your fingers are enough for you ?’’ he said and wiggled his eyebrows on me. I just slapped his arm and of course he started acting like I cut it. Drama queen on a whole new level.
,, I swear, I don’t even know why are we friends’’ I said as I stood up from the bench and made my way in the direction of my home.
,, You know you love me ‘’ He said as he ran behind me. He placed his arms around my shoulders and kissed my head.
The weather was incredibly nice, so we took our time walking slowly home. Even tho Wonho doesn’t live really close to my apartment, he would always walk me home and then go. It was just his thing, making sure I am safe and all.
,, Ahh, I forgot something. Can I call Hyungwon from your phone please? I will meet him and my phone is out of battery’’ Hoseok said when we arrived in front of the building where I live.
,, Sure’’ I said giving him my phone. I didn’t need to unlock it first, since he already knew my password. It doesn’t matter which password I put, Hoseok always finds out, it’s like his power.
,, Okay, done’’ he said after few seconds and gave me my phone back.
,, Bro, you didn’t even call him?’’ with those words he just smirked and looked away shortly before placing his one arm around me.
,, I didn’t need to call anyone, I just wanted to order those toys for you’’ he said and tapped my head.
,, You are such an asshole. You can give them as gift to your future gf if you want. I don’t need that shit’’ I said almost tired of his jokes and all.
,, I’m not sure will my girlfriend be happy if I give her dildos and everything else my best friend used’’ he said and smiled at me, showing me his perfect teeth.
,, You are so gross man’’ sometimes he really didn’t know when to stop.
,, Anyway, are you coming over this Saturday ?’’ I asked him, just to make sure if our plans are still on.
,, Of course, did I ever ditch our movie night ? ‘’ he asked me back and acted like my words hurt him. He placed his hand on his chest and made a sad face, but it didn’t last long, it was replaced with his wide smile again.
After that we made plans, Wonho made his way back home and I just went inside my apartment.
I always loved my apartment, it’s not the biggest and most perfect apartment on the earth, but it was really perfect for me. Four rooms, kitchen, living room, toilet and bedroom.
The kitchen was small, but it had enough space for everything to fit in there. Beside the stove there was a glass door that leads on my balcony.
That balcony was like my whole life, I always loved to sit outside and drink coffee, smoke, drink wine or beer on warm night. Ahhh that’s LIFE
And it had such a beautiful view
I fell in love with it the very first moment I saw it
And when Wonho was there, we always loved to spend our time there, gossiping people and having our deep conversations.
My living room was actually really big, for such a small apartment at least. It had big windows which had also a nice view. Big television and my PS3 and PS4 beside it and all my games.
Usually people just have all those satellite shits, sky and so, but for me, my PS4 was enough, it was connected to internet and I just watched Netflix. That’s all I needed.
And the last, my bedroom, I loved my bedroom. My whole life I had those childish bedrooms that my mother decorated.
Big white bed on the side, working table with my laptop beside the window, closets and yes, abov my bed I made a heart of my and Wonho’s pictures.
My mother actually thought that we are dating when she saw it. It was my favorite thing in my whole apartment. Me and Hoseok always loved to take selfies, so I could change the photos on the wall every time we would make a bomb ass photo.
I took a glass of wine, my cigarettes and went out on balcony. I didn’t have anything smart to do, so I took my phone and checked if there are some notifications.
But, none, only the one notification from the app where Wonho ordered the box. I didn’t even realize that I was smiling like a idiot on my phone. If someone could see me, watching the notification about dildos and smiling on it like I’m being blessed, they would think that I’m crazy 1/1.
I was grateful to god because I didn’t have to wake up too early next morning. Usually on Friday we have to come normally on uni, but one of our professors was sick, so we could sleep a little bit longer.
Anyway, the day went fast even tho it was so damn boring. I was drawing and writing some shit the whole time and of course I was on my phone the whole time too. It was around 4 Pm when we finally finished. I wanted to go home immediately, but my friend Hani wanted to go somewhere and drink coffee with me.
Since it was Friday and since the weekend arrived, I didn’t refuse her. I gave her one cigarette and we both made our way toward the café near uni, where most of the people I know went.
It was my favorite café, I even liked the name ‘ Fantasy’’ it was so mysterious and just so cool and their hot chocolate and cappuccino are my whole life,
Since it was sunny, we didn’t want to sit inside, so we went out on the terrace and started looking for a place to sit.
,, HEEEYYY CHICKEN NUGGET OVER HERE HEEYY’’ I heard the very familiar voice screaming like someone was burning him alive. I looked to the left and saw Wonho with his friends. Kihyun punched his arm for his silly behavior before he stood up and made his way toward us.
Hoseok hugged me, breaking every small bone in my body and then he gave a high five to Hani. We sat with Wonho and his friends and ordered our drinks.
,, So, how was on uni ?’’ Wonho asked me as he placed his one hand over my shoulder, while others were already talking about some other stuff.
,, Boring as fuck, I can’t take those professors anymore ‘’ I said and took a sip of my cappuccino.
,, So when should I come over tomorrow ?’’ he asked me, his arm still around me. We were usually just so touchy and because of that people always thought that we are couple. Even our friends thought that we are hiding something from them.
I can’t deny, Wonho is and will always be handsome as hell. His eyes, lips, smile, teeth, body, everything, is perfect. I think that every girl I knew was jealous on me because he was my friend and the rumors around made them even more jealous.
Well, I mean, just look at him, all those muscles, damn. Girls who didn’t find him attractive are either lesbians or his family relatives.
,, and then you tell us you ain’t dating ‘’ Kihyun hissed on us while others went quiet immediately.
,, Look Wonho, either you’ll date her or you’ll let us hit her up. You can’t freak out every time we try something just because you two are friends’’ Hyungwon said as he smirked. They were talking like I wasn’t there.
,, Shut up Hyungwon, you really think they are not fucking ?’’ Minhyuk said and laughed like he said the biggest joke of the year.
I just looked them in shock, while Hani was totally supporting them.
,, Ok it’s enough, me and wonho are best friends and y’all need to chill, we don’t and we won’t fuck’’ I hissed hoping that the conversation will finally be over.
,, Oh please, it’s not like you wouldn’t like to jump on me’’ Hoseok said and he shook my arm a little bit, teasing me.
,, Fuck off mate’’ I said and pushed him away. That was normal, I wouldn’t be surprised that one of them didn’t start the topic about us dating or fucking. Sometimes I really felt uncomfortable and in when Wonho noticed that, he would always make them shut up.
Well, he was really protecting over me, he didn’t mind when his friends were joking around and discussing if we are actually fucking or not. But I remember one time, we were all drinking together and Minhyuk said how he would like to fuck the shit out of me, I guess that he was just too drunk and didn’t think at all about what he was talking about. But yeah, when Wonho heard that, he almost killed the poor guy. After that day they didn’t talk for a long time, until Minhyuk apologized to me and of course he had to apologize to Wonho too.
After some time, we decided all to go home. As always, Wonho paid for me and Minhyuk paid Hani’s drink.
,, When should I come over tomorrow ?’’ Hoseok asked me ignoring everyone else with us.
,, I don’t know around 8 PM, if it’s alright for you’’ I said and he nodded his head.
,, Do I need to bring something with me ?’’ he asked me again. I shook my head and smiled at him. It was very cute how he always wanted to bring something when he is coming over.
The next day I woke up pretty late. I always loved to sleep till 11 am or more. For me it was a random boring day, I spent my time cleaning the small mess I made and Since I didn’t have anything smart to do, I went in the nearby shop and bought food for tonight. Pringles, chocolate bananas, Bueno, giotto, ice cream and so on.
It was around 7:30 pm when I heard a door bell. I opened it and saw Hoseok with backpack and totally full plastic bag.
,, Hoseok I told you that you don’t need to bring anything’’ I whined when he took off his shoes and went in.
,, What smells so good? ‘’ he asked me sniffing cutely.
,, I made you your nutella cake’’ I said and I went to the kitchen to open the stove and take it out.
,, REALLY ?’’ Hoseok screamed excitedly and pushed me away from the stove like a little kid. He took the cake alone and placed it in the fridge.
We took all our snacks and placed it on the table. I took the chocolate ice cream with banana and cookies, which he bought, totally ignoring the one I got.
,, See, what would you do without me ?’’ he asked as he lied down beside me on the couch. Placing his head on my shoulder and his arms around me.
,, I would just eat my own ice cream’’ I said and he made a face and bit my shoulder.
Whatta asshole
,, What should we watch ?’’ I asked him, scrolling down the Netflix while he was just getting more and more cuddly.
,, I don’t care’’ he said and he placed his head back on my shoulder.
,, Let’s watch Mr and Mrs Smith’’ he said and I just played the movie, since there wasn’t anything else that actually got my eye.
Hoseok was lying on the couch with almost his half body over me, his arms around me like as always and his head still on my shoulder. He didn’t move so much, only when he wanted some snack and he would mostly just open his mouth giving me a sign that I need to feed him.
We were lying there, none of us moving, until we heard a doorbell. I jumped immediately and pushed him away from me before I went to open the door.
,, Good evening, your packet arrived yesterday, but you weren’t home in that time so the postman gave it to us’’ my neighbor said when I opened the door. I always loved to order stuff on apps like Wish and Joom, it was like a gift from me to me.
I sat excitedly on the armchair and opened the pack. All my excitement went away when I saw that it was the pack Hoseok ordered.
,, Ah your shit arrived’’ I said and Hoseok jumped immediately with a huge smile on his face, like he ordered them for himself.
,, Let’s see what do we have here’’ he said when he opened the packet.
,, G-spot vibrator, Vibrating rabbit ears, Butt plug, Rabbit vibrator, Anal breads, Handcuffs.. look at this pastel pink dildo HAHAHA’’ Hoseok said and laughed out loud.
,, You also got nipple clamps and clitoral massagers’’ Wonho said and smirked. ,, Omg look, a tong and collar as a gift, so fucking adorable’’ he added.
,, You can take them with when you go home, I don’t need that. Now let’s continue with the movie ‘’ I said and he just rolled his eyes on me before he lied down again.
,, You should just thank me’’ he said and he placed his head on my shoulder once again, so we just played he movie again ignoring the packet.
It was all back to normal, both of us choking with food and watching the movie. Hoseok was commenting the movie all the time, how it’s so overrated and how the plot sucks so badly. We were laughing and chit-chatting until the sex scene started.
Not like it was the first time we saw a sex scene together, but I guess that the atmosphere was a little bit different. Probably because of those toys too.
Few minutes later, the tv was off and everything was black. I thought that something happened and wonho stood up and checked the electrical fuses. But nothing helped.
,, Ah, they are probably working on something again.’’ Wonho said while I was looking for a candle to make a least some lighting.
,, And what will we do now? ‘’ he asked me, lying on the sofa like he owns it.
,, Nothing, what can we do?’’ I said and I sat beside him when I lighted the candle.
,, I’m already bored’’ he said and he grabbed me and pulled me closer to him. Every time he was bored, he was trying to make some trouble, to annoy me and piss me off. He was always, pinching me, tickling me.
,, Don’t do this man’’ I yelled fixing my shorts and slapping him, while he didn’t give a shit, he was just laughing loudly like he was the one being tickled.
After short time he just stopped and took his phone. We were just lying there on the sofa and surfing on our phones, but seconds after that he placed his phone back on the table. The only lighting was coming from the small candle and my phone.
,, Let’s see how does it look on you’’ Wonho said hovering over me, looking for something, I honestly didn’t mind him because I was already too deep in my phone, but he did piss me off. What does he think that he is light as a feather.
,, The fuck are you doing ?’’ I said rising my voice, when I felt his hands around my head and neck. Then it was clear to me, he was putting the collar on me.
,, Happy now ?’’ I asked him annoyed when he was finally done. The collar was actually really cute, pink one with a heart, but what could I do with it ?
,, I need to take a picture’’ he said taking his phone and taking a picture with a slash. I swear, I looked like a moron.
,, So cute’’ he said wrapping his arms around me once again. I didn’t really mind him, since I was still just on my phone, surfing on facebook. The fact that he was really quiet surprised me, he was looking at my phone with me, not saying a single word.
I didn’t really understand what was going on, until I felt his hot breath on my neck. At first I thought that he was just simply close too me, but then I felt him placing small kisses beside my yawline.
,, Hoseok, what are you doing?’’ I asked him as I looked at him in shock. He didn’t mind my reaction he just got a little bit closer and kissed my neck again. I was actually really confused, because he never acted like that before.
,, Look, if the sex scene made you horny, just go to the toilet, you know where is the door’’ I said and I pushed his head away from my neck.
,, You seriously think that I will go jerk off in your toilet when I have you right beside me with that collar on your neck and with all those toys on the table’’ he said and got closer to me again.
,, I have idea, let’s try them out’’ he said and he jumped over me to get something from the table.
,, Fuck off’’ I simply said as I pulled the blanket from him, covering myself. At first he got quiet again a little bit, I thought that his jokes were already done.
But, damn was I wrong.
Suddenly I felt something cold between my legs, I looked at Hoseok and I could see a small smirk formed on his lips. I felt something vibrating down there, between my tights.
,, Spread your legs a little bit’’ he said trying to get the toy as close as possible to my pussy, while I was just closing my legs, so he can’t do what he planned.
,, Come on babe’’ he said again and then with a little bit force he pushed the toy between my legs and I could feel it vibrating on my clit. It was slow and not harsh at all, it was just somehow nice. Even if his small nickname he gave me all of sudden and the toy between my legs were turning me on, I felt weird because the person who was trying to use the toy on me, was no one else then my Best friend Hoseok.
,, Ah come on, we never did this before, you won’t die if you give in’’ he said and the vibration got a little bit stronger.
,, Hoseok, friends don’t do this’’ I said wiggling a little bit.
,, Oh, only you think so. Do you believe me ?’’ he asked me as he turned the toy off. I simply nodded my head. I do believe him, if there is someone I believe the most, it’s him. We were just too close, I was thinking about it oft, but I’m sure if I had to choose between Hoseok and rest of the world, I would choose him, throwing everyone else away.
,, Then just relax, don’t be afraid and continue to believe in me’’ he said as he placed his one hand on my cheek and kissed me.
It wasn’t the first time we kissed, it happened before, when we were kids, we wanted to try it, so literally we were each others first kiss. It also happened when he got drunk, or when he was excited or extremely happy. But it didn’t mean anything, it was just a small and fast peck we got over very fast.
This time it was different. I knew that it was actually with passion and that there was a meaning behind it.
,, Spread your legs now’’ he said and this time I did it as he told me, but instead of the cold toys I felt his warm fingers moving my shorts pj and panties to the side and touching my clit slowly. He was going in circles and I was just holing my moans back, because even if he was my best friend I didn’t want him to see how easily he turned me on.
I felt Hoseok’s hand reach my pussy again, holding it so that his thumb was at my entrance. Slowly I felt his warm thumb enter me, instinctively I leaned back and closed my eyes.
Hoseok resumed his movement, slowly removing his thumb from my pussy as he shifted his hand so that now his middle finger and index finger were at my entrance. Unlike the slow pumping of his thumb, he inserted them quickly. I audibly gasped at the sensation and I grabbed his muscled arm.
I was breathing really hard as Hoseok’s fingers massaged my g-spot. I was practically painting. Then he just pulled his fingers out and kissed me once again, only this time he I placed my hands around his neck and pulled him closer to me.
Hoseok was teasing me, licking my ear as he pulled out his fingers. I whined at the loss of contact, but gasped as something much bigger was put right by my entrance.
,, What are you using ?’’ I asked him. For a moment he got a little bit lost, he was just kissing my neck leaving wet marks.
,, Clitoral massager’’ he said after short time and then I felt the small vibration again. I just closed my eyes and tried to relax as much as possible and honestly, I didn’t have so much problem with that as I thought I would. Because Hoseok was trying to make me feel good, he was trying to make everything good and it really felt like I was doing a right thing, something I won’t regret tomorrow.
He was using the toy over my clothed pussy, but it still felt very good. Moving the toy in circle, sometimes up and down, pressing it harder on my weak spot, he didn’t leave my neck even for a second, only sometimes to look down or to look me in the eyes and kiss me.
I felt a little bit disappointed when he stopped, I wanted to cum and it wasn’t hard to realize that because of my reaction.
,, Impatient, are you ?’’ he said and smirked at me. He hovered over me once again, to take another sex toy.
Again I felt something cold between my legs. I wanted to know what he was using, but since it was dark and because I didn’t know the toys by their names or how do they work it was impossible for me to understand a shit.
,, Dildo’’ Hoseok simply said when he saw my confused face. I nodded my head and just lied my head down, waiting for him to start.
Hoseok was really slow, like he didn’t want to hurt me at all. He took the toy and slowly entered it in me, so slowly I almost went crazy.
His thrusting was deep and slow, he was just putting it deep inside me and pulling it slowly back. I thought that he will do it like that, but just in second he started moving the toy faster, but not so deep, the moves were short and shallow.
I felt like a whining mess under him. He took the toy and started turning it around, I didn’t understand how did he know what to do and how. It was the wrong time to think about, but I was asking myself did he actually try all those things on other girls ?
I brushed all the thoughts away when he harshly pulled the dildo deep inside me and just let it be like that, while his fingers started massaging my clit. I was grabbing everything that was close to me and Hoseok realized that I was really about to cum.
But instead of making me cum, he just pulled the toy out of me and stopped touching me. He kissed my neck again, I wasn’t sure if he had a thing for my neck, but I didn’t really care.
,, You want to cum babe ?’’ he asked me and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, which turned me on even more.
,, Yes’’ I simply said as my hands were going under his shirt. I forgot about his perfect, toned body. Hoseok was very well know for the god like body, which he worked hard for. Girls were drooling over him and guys respected him.
,, I’m gonna use the rabbit vibrator on you now, tell me if it’s too much babe’’ he said and he took the toy, gently rubbing the ears around the edges of my clit and down my thight, before moving it around onto my clit.
His moves were once again really slow, and I would lie if I say that I thought that he would be so slow and gentle. Hoseok setted the first speed for the ears. He touched me shortly, seeing if I am ready, before he inserted the shaft slowly, taking time for me to get used to the sensations.
Once he was inside of me, the rabbit ears nuzzled my clitoris and I was moaning quietly while he was bending, twisting and pushing the toy, putting it on higher speed.
Once I was about to cum he turned the toy off again and pulled it out.
,, Seriously Hoseok ? ‘’ I hissed at him now totally upset because of the denied orgasam.
,, What babe ?’’ he said like he didn’t do anything wrong.
,, Why are you doing this every time’’ I said as I tried to get closer to him, almost desperate for orgasm and him.
,, Oh, you want to cum ?’’ he asked me, like he didn’t ask me that just before. I just acted dump and nodded my head.
Hoseok kissed me and just all of sudden he took the blanked and went under it, I felt his hands on my shorts and without a word he just harshly and fast pulled it down along with my panties. He didn’t say a word, he just grabbed my legs and spread them, doing all the job for me.
I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, he placed his hands on my hips, and gave me a chaste kiss on my clit. He gave me two big licks before he started to suck on my clit with more pressure. He was moving his tongue in between my folds, entering slightly.
He took the blanket and pulled it down on the floor, he looked at me and he gave me one sloppy lick not breaking the eye contact.
When he attacked my pussy once again, holding my hips on the place, I couldn’t take it anymore. I placed my hands and grabbed his hair, I was a moaning mess, I was never like that before. Hoseok was just eating me out and I already felt totally dominated. In just few seconds, I came, feeling like someone just took my soul and gave it to the devil for free.
,, You taste amazingly, why didn’t we do this before’’ he said licking my pussy clear and going back to me, hovering over my body, before placing his hands on my neck and kissing me aggressively making me taste my own medicine.
,, Come here’’ he said as he took my hands and pushed me up. Wrapping his hands around me and giving me a nice and long kiss. His hands grabbed my ass and gave it a nice squeeze, making me throw my head back and moan, but Hoseok saw that as a chance and started leaving wet and sloppy marks on my neck again.
He took something from the box and we made our was toward my bedroom. He took off my shirt and my bra and slowly made me lay down on the bed.
,, Put your hands over your head’’ he simply said. I didn’t understand why, but I did as he told me and then I could feel cold metal around my wrists.
He turned me around as he stood up. I could hear him taking off his clothes, but I couldn’t see what did he take off, I couldn’t see he was completely naked or what.
I could feel him getting back on the bed, he placed his hand on my ass and tapped it few times, before he pulled his one finger inside my anus, making me twitch in surprise, then he pulled it out and I felt his lips on my beck. Kissing his way down.
,, Hoseok what are you doing ?’’ I asked him, I wanted to know what was going on.
,, I’m gonna use anal beads on you babe’’ he simply said as he started to push it inside. He was inserting the beads slowly one by one. Asking me every second how it feels, if I would say that it hurts he would slow down.
Once all the beads were inserted, he started slowly to pull them out, going nice and slow since it was my first time. He didn’t do it for so long, so he just pulled them in and let them be there.
Inserting anal beads didn’t create any intense pleasure as I expected, and having them inside me didn’t feel either good or bad and I honestly didn’t understand the meaning of them.
He turned me around again and looked at me. I could see that he was completely naked and I couldn’t stop myself but to look down, hoping that he didn’t notice. Once I saw his rock hard dick, I had to gasp in shock. It looked bigger than all the toys. I was wondering how will he even fit ?
He rubber his hard shaft against my hole with his both hands squeezing my tits. I was so freaking wet and his precum lubricated my clit and my hole. I was surprised with my own thoughts, but I just wanted him to fuck me already.
I moaned loudly when he entered me, he did it slow like the whole time. I shivered. Looking down at his cock in me, it disappeared into my hole. In one move he took the handcuffs off and I found myself placing my hands around me looking for comfort.
When he was totally inside me, he waited for a few seconds before he started to move. It didn’t hurt so much, maybe my vagina was ready and all wet. I could feel my hole full and pressed.
I could feel his veins pulsating inside and it felt really good and I couldn’t help not to moan louder.
,, You are so damn tight, like I didn’t use all those fucking toys on you at all’’ Hoseok said breathing heavily. He was just inside me, not moving at all.
,, But babe, I was just preparing you for a real thing’’ he said making me a little bit confused. He pulled his cock out slowly and slammed it back inside roughly.
,, Ahh fuck’’ I moaned in shock, I knew that the whole vanilla thing was just some weird act or something. I knew that he had to be the rough one.
Hoseok grabbed my hips and pushed me hard against the bed, his member still furrowed deep into me. He pushed deeper into me, fucking me like there is no tomorrow and making me scream even louder, so my whole fucking neighborhood could know him, like they already didn’t.
He didn’t do me gently anymore, but roughly instead. He started more quickly thrusting in and out of me making me gasp. I dug my nails into his back, probably leaving some small marks there. The bed was shaking because of our fucking session.
Hoseok rammed into me over and over again and I couldn’t help but to moan loudly. I wrapped my legs around his torso as Hoseok held my ass again.
I wanted to say something, but Hoseok pushed his cock harder and deeper into my hole. My jaw dropped, he made me gasp for the air, hitting my g-spot.
He turned me around suddenly and stared fucking me from behind and my pussy wall gripped his cock tightly, while his cock reached my g-spot once again.
I couldn’t contain the pleasure, because the feeling was just too much. He held my body in his arms as he kept roughly fucking me.
,, Hoseok’’ I moaned, trying to prevent myself from screaming too loud. Hoseok roughly pushed his hard cock into me as I squeezed his shaft with my walls.He suddenly grabbed the collar and pulled it so tight around my neck making me fight for the air, while His head was hitting my g-spot all over again.
,, Cum for me babe’’ he said as he started to move faster. I was moaning like a mad woman under him reaching my orgasm, when he saw that I was about to reach it he grabbed the anal beads and pushed them fast and roughly out of my ass.
The screams I was holding, were out and I didn’t give a flying fuck if my some neighbors will come and tell me to be quiet. With few more thrusts, Hoseok groaned and squirted his sperm into me. It was like a leaking fountain and I felt so wet and sticky down there. Our fluids mixed together, it was full.
Hoseok stroked his cock inside me slowly after he reached his orgasm. He helped me to feel the long lasting pleasure. I looked into his eyes as he kept slowly doing it. It felt so nice, I cupped his face giving him a simple smooch on he lips. Hoseok smirked against my li and pecked me back.
I looked down at his penis In me and he slowly pulled it out. I could see the white cum on his head. Hoseok smirked and rubbed it around my labia, smearing his cum all over my vagina. We didn’t do anything for a few seconds, except to kiss passionately.
I turned the flashlight on my phone, took my pajama and went to toilet to clean myself. When I was done, I took my bb cream and I looked at the mirror to put it on, but instead of normal reaction, I almost had a heart attack, my neck and my chest were all covered with purple marks.
I wore the oversized shirt that Hoseok gave me before and stormed out, going to Hoseok ready to kill him.
,, Look what you did ‘’ I said hysterically. ,, We will meet our friends tomorrow, now they will be sure that something is going on between us. ‘’ I said as I climbed on my bed and took a little bit of blanked from Hoseok to cover myself too.
,, Well, they need to know to whom you belong to’’ he said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. And in that moment, I didn’t feel anything else than happiness.
Gonna edit the mistakes some other day, now I’m too lazy for it.
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Fav Games of 2016
When i was in my teens the thing i cared about the most was Story... maybe because of me not really having any Friends and such i desperately wanted someone to relate to me. of couse when i was younger i played sonic and knuckles and games like that mostly where story was not really much and it was about trying to get to the next level.. and playing it over and over again. But weather it was the game design of my teens and early twentys.. these type of games didn’t interest me.. i didn’t want to play super hard games or games that was all about skill.. at less with out there being a good story behind it. It also look like the Game industry itself was dealing with this issue to... (following the logic of from mario/sonic to half life.. to mass effect etc. ) where in the late 90s and the 2000s was about more of the story.. But of couse most of these game story's are not very good.. if you were watching it as a movie or an anime.. But now..
as Super Bunny Hop noted in the year 2016.. there was a clear change in gaming making it more about the game play rather then story... like Doom... (when the other dooms they try to do in the past they try to make a real serous story when the oringal was not really about that stuff).. or even how it was not 2016 but the fact that Bravely default.. was way better received then almost all of the final fantasy's these days. in some ways even fire emblem i liked the charhcter writing and story in the old games up till the gamecube (ikes) story... were good.. but anything after that was not very good.. and in the 3ds stories they have made the story very basic... and really try to throw you in with stuff a fan wants and also changing it up with the gameplay... (which is their goal is to make it so more people would play it... .
Now on to my main point.. that is interesting to me that my fav character is Cloud from ff7.. and thats because i liked his story even if it was werid... it was more of a emotional connection to someone that i felt was similer to me... but now a days... in the last few years.. i can hardly say any characters i really liked... at less enough that i would say they are as good as Cloud was. I guess at less for the time being... (and none of the ff characters i have cared about since ff9 ) and i guess my last real character i liked was ike... from fire emblem.. and none of the people after.. ( well maybe lucina but i feel like shes the only one who had something going on with her in the newer games) the fact that they are remaking an old game now... should say something about that.... but yes my two fav games of 2016... (and in the last few years) is Dark souls 3 and X-com 2...
These games ..are not really about the story... Dark souls 3 for me is really all about the game play ..all though i know there is alot of lore that is interesting and adds to the game immerse .. but not really a great story of a single character .. since is more in the america rpg style of you are the person... ( and i would say mass effect i liked alot and that did have characters i like.. but none of them i loved... and if there is anyone to love is your character.. but since so much of that game is about you chossing to something.. is also not really a character.) but back to the main point.
Blood borne is my fav of the dark souls style game because i think the lore was used way more interesting in that game and to understand it.. and i did love at less when it game out i liked the gameplay becouse it was so fast.. but when i replayed it after playing dark souls 3... i realize its limitations (as one of my freinds notice when he was playing it to ) there is only one type of way to play the game.. rather then in the souls games where you can do other type of builds so thats the trade off between the two... and again i love the souls games becouse of the gameplay... and it can be as easy or as hard as you want...
and of couse in some ways the same with X com 2 .. i never really was able to get in to x com one. becouse it was so hard but x com 2 i was able to get in to and beat it.. and in my first play thoguh i even put mods in it to make mass effect charachters so i would care about it more and also overwatch and other people from other games... but i have almost liked fire emblem but i mainly played it for its story.. and not game play.. when x com is just about the game play and you can die so easly but becouse the charhters are just randomly made.. i was not able to get myself to play it cuss i didn’t care about the people i was playing with.. ( untill i put in the mods) .. also i was not a big fan of the basic mamgnagnemnt part in x com 1 .. cuss is so easy to loss. .but in x com 2.. they reworked it in a way where i liked it better.
but yes is intersting that thw two games i like the most are games that don’t really tell a story or is more like make your own story and is about timing and tihnking about what to do in the game play... ( and the closes to story basic things that did taht was mass effect but of couse we all know how that ended) in alot of ways is back to my roots of playing sonic games but the differnts is that i am not playing a kewl person i am that kewl person.. which i am sad about.. becouse i want person to see not just be that person. and maybe becouse i there are no real good driven games stories lately .( that is not juyst a movie.. ) there is no epic story like in final fantasy 7 where you go around the world meet differnt type of people and they all have their own goals and stories to tell.. that is intresting.. no more j rpgs that are good.. again mass effet and dragon ago the last few years most people say good rpgs... are games where you make someone... and maybe thats why it force me to find games where i can liston to a podcast and also still be able to play a game. and X com and Dark souls fills that space nicely ... .
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