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comelylust · 3 years

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Workmates

That's right I deliver what I promise, Request through my discord, Anon asked for some Miguel with plot so I made a plot attempt haha. if you find spelling or grammatical errors sorry I do this from a tablet 👀read the warnings 👀.

Warnings: Smut content, +18, street fights, mentions of alcoholic beverages.

"Ugh I really can't stand it" You mention this to your boss with an irritation in your voice, pacing back and forth with both hands on your head "how the hell are you two friends?! it's so... agh"

Seeing how frustrated you were all your boss did was scoff at it, he continues to clean the glasses and arrange them on the shelves in the back, he looked like he really didn't care that two of his workers don't get along as well as he would like.

"You're just stressed, go take a break" Your boss laughed, gesturing towards the employee door where you already knew who was there, Miguel, chances are he was listening to everything, instead instead of embarrassing you your anger continued to rise.

"He's a nice guy, you're just not used to his temperament."

He's right, you still don't know him well enough just a couple of months ago you moved to Spain for personal reasons, but let's say things were getting difficult and you decided to venture to a new destination in search of opportunities, at first you didn't know where you were going, you were coming and going without a previously planned route, this didn't bother you at all you felt better about yourself above all you felt free for the first time in your life.

On one of your countless trips you heard a group of strangers talking about a certain wrestling tournament which caught your interest. You decided to join that event after they finished their talk, grabbed your stuff and headed to a new country.

When you finally arrived in Spain the first thing you did was to look for a temporary job, difficult at first you didn't have the necessary documentation to back up your identity, yeah shit, it wasn't the best idea to leave with nothing but your passport.

You continued your search now in the slums of that country, hoping that someone would offer you help, instead the only thing they offered you was endless fights showing the wimps not to mess with you, earning you a little respect from the locals.

"Strange" You thought "People usually loathe people like me".

It didn't take you long to figure out the reason why the inhabitants were so used to subjects of your ilk. Miguel Caballero Rojo, a subject without a shred of compassion when it came to street fights, was brutal and violent making his opponents regret it on the spot.

Going to where he always made his appearances you found on the way an old cantina: on the outside it was crumbling, but the old letters of the place were still visible. Entering with your best hard face you asked about that mysterious man, without receiving a clear answer, again you let out a disappointed sigh and a pout formed on your lips.

"Hey, don't be so sad" A middle aged man catches your attention offering you a drink which you cheerfully accept "You're not from here are you, cutie?" Your eyes widen like saucers when he found out you're just an outsider, without taking the drink away from your lips you nodded.

"Well, I need a bartender so why don't you stay for a while while you wait for him" He offers the old rag along with the apron, you were in doubt, but you really needed this job, the opportunity to work and hit on a guy sounded exquisite without hesitating a second longer you made your decision.

"Okay I accept, just for a while".

"I'm Daniel by the way" The old man who is now your boss mentions it.

You worked in that bar for the next few weeks, you didn't do much, just make drinks and take out old creeps trying to be smart. Now the main issue, if you met Miguel, yes, he really looked violent, and yes he had hated you.

When he first walked into the bar he was fuming, his nostrils flared, his muscles tensed and the fingers on his hands were crusted with dried blood, in short he's pissed, to add more to the mix you lunged at him with incredible speed that even Miguel himself was taken by surprise.

"What the fuck" He exclaims as his head face down is resting on the dirty floor, you crossed his wrists and paralyzed him with a knee on his back "Get the fuck down, what's wrong with you".

"It's nothing personal just that I liked the idea of defeating the best fighter in this neighborhood" You licked your lips forming a fuzzy smile of joy. Miguel tries to move, but you strengthen your grip, raising your hand now in the shape of a fist ready to punch him in the Spaniard's face, until someone interrupts you.

🌒🌕🌘

"Sorry Daniel" You fiddle with your fingers as the pout returns to your face along with a blush forming on your cheeks. "B-but you already knew what my plan was!"

"Plan?! What's going on Daniel, are you conspiring with this Chiquilla?" Miguel points at both of you accusingly, scratching the back of his neck furiously.

"Eeh, who are you calling a chiquilla, brat?"

"The only person who is behaving like a brat is you" The two begin a verbal sparring match with overly childish insults. Daniel for his part lets out a loud sigh catching both of their attention.

"You both are behaving like brats, Now Miguel she is the new Bartender she will work here for a while be nice" The last sentence was thrown remarking that she will behave "Same goes for you, Be nice he is your co-worker"

"Coworkers!? That if ever!" Both mention at the same time throwing each other murderous looks.

And here we are back where we left off at the beginning. Working with Miguel was annoying, he is always drunk, when he is lucid he gets in a bad mood and even starts fights for stupid reasons, the problem is when you have to interfere when things get too intense, this didn't bother you, you were annoyed by the idea of saving his ass.

Instead of thanking you he starts a useless fight questioning why you helped him and all the crap you decided for your and Daniel's mental health more than anything else for your boss it's better to ignore him.

But what happened?

You were not a sports fan, much less a soccer fan, however since you arrived to this place the only thing that the bar TV broadcasts was soccer, getting used to it, you noticed that Miguel on special occasions wears a jersey of his favorite team, your lips curved into a cheshire smile at the prank you were going to do, your plan is only to support the opposing team for no apparent reason, this would annoy Miguel as a "revenge" for what he had put you through.

Tonight you put your new plan into practice, you borrowed a t-shirt from the opposing team that is playing tonight, you put it on by buttoning every button, oddly enough this shirt highlights your beautiful figure, accentuating your breasts and molding to your abdomen/torso, you hope no one notices this, but who the fuck cares, you look great.

The bar is more crowded than it normally is, you complained about the smell it smelled too much like Cologne, alcohol and sweat hopefully your brain will adapt to it. You headed to your work station serving the drinks to their respective buyers. Until you saw him come in of course with his charming outfit, fuck, you have to admit the man is hot, his manly appearance and his well toned and thick muscles soaked with a light layer of sweat would make anyone drool, unfortunately this was his only virtue.

He gave you a small smile and of course foolishly you returned it, you shook your head forcibly bringing yourself back to reality and remembering the reason why you had decided to do this in the first place.

"Are you kidding me?" he approaches you intimidating as always, the difference is this time his voice framed mockery as if he knew what you were trying to do.

"What are you talking about, I'm just working" you bite your inner cheek avoiding emitting a laugh, You poured him a pitcher of beer waiting for him to forget the topic of conversation.

"Yeah right, I know what you're planning, cutie" He takes a long swig of the drink wiping the rest of it off with his arm "And it's not going to work" He winks at you you roll your eyes so much you're able to see your brain, it really is unbearable.

As the night continues, Miguel continues to make fun of you and how your "shitty" team is losing, the strange thing is that you ended up joining him, drinking the whole keg of beer answering his comments with sarcastic remarks.

You were wrong to think that his only quality is being a handsome man when you noticed that his resistance to alcohol is quite high happened exactly with you, your resistance to alcohol was the best, however, the drinks were doing in you a kind of aphrodisiac turning you hotter as you kept talking to Miguel.

"How about...if we go to the back" your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked you play again with your fingers waiting for an answer, instead he didn't give you one he just grabbed your bicep with his hand and dragged you to the employee only room.

Before partially closing the door, his free hand wrapped around your jaw pulling you closer to him in a hot kiss, intertwining their tongues licking every part he could, he pushed you into the room closing the door behind you. He connected his lips this time on your neck leaving you with purple and bite marks.

He held your wrists guiding you to the lounge chair obediently sitting there, still kissing you enjoying your taste despite the bad beer you had chosen.

"Apparently you're not a rough girl anymore" Separating slightly so he could speak.

"H-hush don't ruin the moment" You turned into a red, stuttering mess, all Miguel did is smile at you and get up from the seat, your mind raced hoping he wouldn't leave.

"On your knees" His hoarser than normal voice made you shudder and let out a low moan, he had never been so dominant and you would be lying if you didn't say you didn't like it. You quickly went down on your knees looking up at him with eyes clouded in lust.

"Fuck" Solo said unbuttoning his pants, you helped by pulling them down along with his boxers "I'm going to punish you for being a spoiled brat."

You finally released his cock from its confines, you gasped at the sight previously you could picture it, but your mind didn't do it justice, it's big with veins that framed its outline the red tip was already dripping pre-semen, you licked your lips and included its head between your lips, giving kitten licks.

"Stop teasing" He growled, you opened your mouth wider with your tongue hanging out, shoving his cock in your mouth touching your throat, you looked up as you gagged which made him let out a guttural gasp.

You pulled back pulling his cock partially out before thrusting harder into your throat, you moan and the vibrations you throw are so delicious he can't take it. Getting rid of his remaining clothes he continued to pound your throat rapidly as he watched your face fill with tears and you try to breathe through your nose so you don't choke.

"Will you stop teasing?" your eyebrows flex in anger, but this action doesn't last that long, still gagging on his cock you nod energetically. "Good girl."

Thick, hot ropes sprouted from his cock covering your mouth, trying to swallow as much as possible. Inhaling and exhaling heavily catching your breath, you struggled to stand up before Miguel lifted you up placing you face down on the couch climbing behind you, your instinct was to raise your ass and spreading your legs apart, giving him a perfect view of your already slippery pussy.

Miguel looked at you with carnal hunger re licking his lips as he looked at your innocent form, his palm slapping against your ass in a thud, you squealed as you felt another series of spanks follow leaving your buttocks red.

"Remember it's your punishment pretty girl."

He rubs his fingers over your wet folds and plunges a finger inside you, you yelp at the sudden action pulling away, Miguel firmly holds your hips so as not to go any further and continues to plunge his fingers stretching your tight walls.

"Easy I'm getting you ready" Miguel works on your sex pulling his fingers in and out "She's too tight".

Your legs trembled with excitement and your moans echoed in the room loudly, before you could come he pulled away from you collecting your essence smearing it on his long shaft lubricating it.

The tip of his cock rubbed between your folds teasing your entrance, you moaned needy moving close to him.

"Don't tease" you pout and he teases you, he pushes his member slowly into your pussy. The sensation of your walls squeezing his cock made him throw his head back as you rolled your eyes at the bliss of being filled.

Miguel pulled your hair back into a ponytail using it as leverage to go faster and deeper, the lewd noises you make are music to his ears instigating him to move.

You could feel every part of his thick cock and how it exquisitely hits that rubbery spot inside you, through your mouth overflowing saliva and your eyes still rolling back. Your walls tremble giving hints of your come.

"Cum on my cock pretty girl" his voice a few octaves lower brings you to the edge, a lewd moan escapes your sweet lips and he quickens his pace chanting your name between curses, his load shoots inside your sex painting them white.

He pulls out of you and you both catch your breath. When you realize what has just happened your face turns red and you try to hide it between the cushions of the couch. Miguel notices this and pats your head.

"So..." You say shyly.

"Then I'll ask you out, mi amor."

"W-what?!"

"Ha, I really love your temper."

"Idiota" this wasn't the plan nor much less the expected result but you're happy.

I must improve on the fast way it ended haha I hope you liked it.

#Tw: smut #tw: alcohol #miguel caballero rojo x reader #tekken miguel x reader #tekken #tekken miguel #miguel caballero rojo

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some-cookie-crumbz · 3 years

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Hello 👋🏼, sorry if I’m bothering u but ever since the recent chapters of BNHA I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the Todoroki family. Not many of my friends are into this anime and I just couldn’t stop myself from sharing this with you because I need to let this out.

[SPOILER ALERT 🚨!!! IF U DONT READ THE MANGA THEN U CAN JUST IGNORE THIS]

First of all:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

(I’m still screaming as I write because the backstories RUINED me.)

Poor Touya having this horrible obsession over heroics and having his father acknowledge him but ever since his quirk started reacting against his body the whole family got negatively affected by it.

Rei and Enji wanted to stop at two kids but with Touya’s sudden disadvantage and the latter’s craving for power, Natsuo and later on Shouto was born (the youngest getting titled as the perfect heir from the moment he was born). I got torn seeing Touya’s eyes succumb to absolute madness at the birth of his younger brothers.

What scared me the most was how when it was just Touya and Fuyumi, the two hardly interacted despite being only a year apart in age. Touya claimed that ‘girls just don’t get it’ this small foreshadowing was later brought to light in the most recent chapter where he once again rejects Fuyumi’s company in favour of ranting to only Natsuo and where he disregards his own mother— another ‘girl’ that doesn’t understand his obsession passion for surpassing All Might and someone who plays along to the acts of those stronger than them. Touya saw his mother as a weak person who had no choice but to marry for the sake of her family and have custom children. Little Touya firmly believed his very existence depended on getting acknowledged my his father and defeating All Might but it sadly didn’t come true😭😭

Also..... LOOK AT THE BABIES!!!! They’re all so CUTE!!!

Chubby Fuyumi!!!

Natsuo with a running nose

And Baby Shouto with a meme like face since the day he was born🤣🤣🤣🤣

So ADORABLE!

And another thing. FUYUMI WAS EVEN YOUNGER THAN I THOUGHT TO HAVE STARTED ACTING LIKE A SECOND MOTHER TO HER BROTHERS!! Look at the way she defended Natsuo when Touya went on a rampage and tried to attack Touya! And during moments when Enji and Rei fought the two most notable heroes were Shouto and Fuyumi; the former fighting on the frontlines to face his father while the latter stood behind to once again care for her remaining family that though weren’t involved in the fight, they still needed emotional support to get through it.😭

I AM SO SORRY TO BE GETTING TO THIS SO LATE ANON BUT I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY!!!

TW: Spoilers, Brief Mention of Child Abuse (Physical, Emotional and Mental), General Fandom Wank

So, like, SO MUCH HAPPENED in those chapters and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ALMOST ALL OF IT! There’s obviously all the things you mentioned above that were just amazing to see and learn! I know that a majority of the fandom has been absolutely livid about the reveals involving Touya being drastically different than what fandom thought they were all this time, but I think it honestly highlights how smart Horikoshi’s writing really is.

In Shoto, we see the effects of physical and mental abuse on a child, and how easily he could have ended up going down a troubling road much like Touya. Shoto’s saving grace is facing off against Deku in the Sports Festival, giving him an outside perspective and makes him realize that he can choose to be better, but that doesn’t just magically fix all of Shoto’s problems. Shoto still struggles with his feelings towards his Father and how he is perceived by simply being Endeavor’s son. We see that in the Provisional License Arc, where Shoto is so thoroughly rattled by Inasa. It’s even further pushed through how Shoto struggles with his feelings about Endeavor trying to better and whether or not he should forgive him. I feel like Shoto’s arc is incredibly strong and that his struggles are very realistic, which is why people love him so much. This whole concept is another thing I could rant about but I’m going to leave it here.

Meanwhile, with Touya, we see the effects of mental and emotional abuse on a child and how it can completely destroy them. I think people that act like Horokoshi “down played” and “ret-conned” Endeavor as a character to make him more sympathetic/ redeemable or that he’s simply writing Touya as “always being a bad seed” are missing the mark. This is, admittedly, something you see a lot when it comes to victims of abuse in the real world as well; the idea that if you weren’t physically or sexually abused on top of emotional or mental abuse, your abuse is somehow less “valid.” Now I’ve seen more voices speaking out against this mentality - which is relieving and positive - but it’s still a problem. The way Touya was abused is no less valid or scarring to himself as a person as what Shoto has been through was. Touya and Enji clearly had a deep bond as father and son. Hell, the fact that Enji is sobbing and saying he “can’t fight his own son” in regards to Touya, but clearly had less issue training Shoto until he got ill or passed out says a lot.

Touya was put on an incredibly high pedestal by Enji’s constant praise and attention. He was the apple of his father’s eye until the limitations of his Quirk were discovered. Enji had filled his head with promises and goals for what his future would be, essentially selling him what turned out to be a lie. We see Rei herself tell Enji that Touya “knows you expect something out of the kids.” Touya’s whole life up until that point was being told of all the great he would someday accomplish, and equating that to being deserving of his Father’s love, attention and affection.

And then he couldn’t live up to that expectation. And then his parents had two more kids following that revelation. The idea that Touya doesn’t realize that Natsuo and Shoto were meant to be his replacements - unbroken models that “deserved” Enji’s love - is clearly not missed by him. It’s evident in the way he looks at Natsuo after he’s born. He sees this as a sign that he is no longer deserving - no longer worthy - of love or support from the parent he absolutely adores.

We see this mostly from Enji and Rei’s perspectives, so we know the reasons they did it, but it’s clear they didn’t stop to think about the way this would be interpreted by Touya himself. This whole matter is only worsened by the fact that Enji refuses to make sacrifices for the sake of his oldest son. He pushes Touya to live a life outside of Pro Heroics while Enji himself refuses to do the same, thus setting a positive example and showing solidarity with his son. He instead pushes him away and distances himself, loses himself in focusing on Natuso and, once his Quirk turns out to not be what he wants, Shoto. Touya continues to push himself despite his limits in a desperate bid for Enji to look at him the way he used to; with pride and love.

What caused the fire that “killed” Touya? His anguish over being neglected and abandoned - left unloved - by his father yet again. It’s clear that Touya’s mental health is in need of some real focus that he has never gotten - due to both his parents negligence as well as the fact that mental health is highly stigmatized in Japanese society - and pairing that with the emotional and mental abuse he suffered at Enji’s hands broke him.

So many people are claiming Horikoshi is trying to make Enji “more redeemable”, but how do you get that? Enji abused Rei, his own wife, physically and emotionally and mentally until she had a psychotic breakdown, hurt their youngest child, and then robbed her the right to mother her children further by having her locked up in a psych ward for the next decade or so; built their oldest son, Touya, up only to then emotionally and mentally abuse him to the point he damn near killed himself in a frantic bid to garner Enji’s support only to return years later completely unhinged and looking to murder his entire family out of spite; neglected Fuyumi and Natsuo to the care of each other and hired help; alienated Shoto, his youngest son, from his siblings for his entire formative years, physically and mentally and emotionally abused him, groomed him to accomplish a task he never wanted, put him through such extensive physical training that Shoto would get sick or pass out.

Enji was a shitty father. He has a long ass road to continue walking if he ever wants redemption. The fact he didn't physically hit Touya doesn’t mean that Enji didn’t abuse his son and it doesn’t make Touya any less of a victim.

* End TodoFam Rant*

On a slightly lighter note, I also like all the information with Hawks’ past and all the parallels we’re seeing develop!

I’ve rambled briefly about this in other places the Huwumi discord but I want to expound upon this a bit more here.

I feel like Touya/ Dabi and Keigo/ Hawks are meant to be parallels to one another.

Back to back, we had proper name claims by these two characters. We had Dabi reveal his true identity as Todoroki Touya and then we have Hawks choosing to abandon his hero name to instead step up to fight as Takami Keigo.

I feel like “Dabi” was always a mask, of sorts. Dabi is typically pretty calm, cool, composed with the occasional bites of snark and cruelty. Meanwhile, we see Touya emoting and moving in a manner more akin to himself as a child, dancing about in manic delight over revealing his true identity and intentions. The pair of them are two drastically different people when you stop and look at it. “Dabi” was the mask he wore to gain ground to enact his revenge, and now that he is there? Now Touya can burn everything tethered to it down to ground.

Meanwhile, we have "Hawks” as he was forced to become as per the Hero Public Safety Commission. We had it revealed quite a while back that Hawks was a man of many faces, jumping from laid-back and chill to serious and focused quite frequently. “Hawks” is the presentation for the public and the Commission, groomed to be the perfect little canary in the mine that was Pro Heroics. The reveal of his true heritage, however, is not the killing blow Touya wanted it to be. Instead, it allows Keigo, the one who wanted to be a Hero to help people, the chance to truly dedicate himself to that. In being freed from the cage of “Hawks”, he is given the change to really soar as Keigo.

Now, I feel that “Dabi” and “Hawks” are most certainly parts of Touya and Keigo as well, respectively. Even though those titles were masks, they were masks made from parts of the men who wear them. I think what we’ll see going forward is the true elements of those masks bleeding back into the whole, and seeing the truest forms of each character.

For better or for worse.

#crumbles grumbles #half baked headcanons #Wow I haven't busted that tag out in fuckin forever #Might have to do more headcanon posts about BNHA #If any of yall wanna read me ramble about that stuff?#BNHA Spoilers

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naruhearts · 5 years

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Destiel in 15x03: “WHY DOES THAT SOMETHING ALWAYS SEEM TO BE YOU?”

CAS: You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me.

CAS: My powers are failing. I’ve tried to talk to you, over and over, and you just don’t wanna hear it. You don’t care. I’m...dead to you. You still blame me for Mary?

[DEAN tilts head; says nothing]

CAS: Well I don’t think there’s anything left to say.

[CAS turns to walk away]

DEAN: Where’re you going?

CAS: Jack’s dead. Chuck’s gone. You and Sam have each other. I think it’s time for me to move on.

Cred: @xSimply_Mishax

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Me:

OH MY GOSH!!

I hope to get a full 15x03 review going next week after my Pharmacology quiz Monday, so I’m copying and pasting my sloppy thread from Twitter again--

Y'all can look at that scene as platonic or shitty storytelling, and your feelings are entirely valid, but in my humble opinion, this friggin' scene, right here, peeps...QUALITY PERSONAL STORYTELLING. A PUNCH IN THE NARRATIVE GUT!! Close friends — deep platonic friends — don't experience such an extreme magnitude of intense pain, hurt, and confrontation re: tangled and complicated feelings. The intentional sombre ambience, with bright harsh lighting conveying the harsh nature of Dean and Cas’ current relationship? Cas walking away, subverted from 4x20 The Rapture, YES @castielslostwings, in which Dean’s (and Cas’) ultimate failure to use their words broke them irreparably (temporarily)? Cas internalizing his duty-bound calling to Heaven and splitting up with Dean at the end of 4x20 while, at the same time, experiencing his fall from grace re: Dean Humanity Winchester’s influence; then, in paralleling contrast to 15x03, he leaves Dean behind again, this time completely devoid of any positive self-process and hope upon the false knowledge that Dean hates him and no longer wants anything to do with him? The framing between Dean and Cas, with a single table and lonely lamp, once upon a time fixtures of comfort and discussion, exposing the isolation they both feel (not to mention Dean’s holding his own cup of booze — the typical cue that he’s going to cope badly)?

*clutches chest*

Sam was, since last season, easily able to realize (purposely able, in part because unlike Dean, he has a platonic relationship with Cas which allows him to use his RATIONAL judgement, not clouded by strong emotions) that Cas had NOTHING TO DO with Mary's death.

This explosive ROMANTIC breakup between Dean and Cas specifically -- Sam locked away in his room a la S12/13 era grieving!Dean -- was the culmination of YEARS of messy feelings and unsaid emotions; Dean, fearing that what he has with his family — with CAS, isn't real — finally drove Cas to the edge. It was the only common (TERRIBLE) way Dean knew how to protect himself from getting hurt again. Most of all, by driving Cas away, he thought he was protecting both of them.

I mean, DEAN HAD UNSHED TEARS IN HIS EYES THE ENTIRE TIME. WHEN HE SAW CAS WALK AWAY — as he tightly gripped the table with his hand — HIS HEART BROKE, alongside the orchestral swell of DEAN’S THEME. THIS SCENE WAS MEANT TO HURT BADLY. IT WAS MEANT TO TEAR THE BOND BETWEEN DEAN AND CAS APART. THIS NARRATIVE IS CANON. BOBO EXECUTED IT BEAUTIFULLY, INTERSPERSING DEAN AND CAS' SCENES WITH SAM/ROWENA. They both lost their respective allies. Friends. LOVERS (potential in Sam and Rowena’s case) (jeez louise the visual intercut between both of their scenes!!! My heart’s still pounding.)

So, let's go over this again: if Dean and Cas’ relationship truly is platonic in nature and nothing else beyond that, how come it's not SAM telling Cas he's always the thing that goes WRONG? (Besides the obvious fact that he was preoccupied himself, absolutely shattered over Cas parallel-Rowena’s death, which was a WILLFUL CHOICE ROWENA MADE ON HER OWN?)

How come it's not SAM who still wrongly blames Cas for Mary's death?

(Dean could barely look Cas straight in the eye precisely because he knew that what he said was irrevocably false.)

That's right: we DON'T see Sam treating Cas horribly because SAM ISN'T IN LOVE WITH CAS.

DEAN IS.

It’s the beauty of these structural romantic patterns the underlying cyclic metanarrative’s been spinning us all with!!

THE LOVE DEAN FEELS FOR CAS IS SO IRRATIONAL AND SO TURBULENT AND YET SO RIGHT. IT'S BEEN A ROMANCE TROPE FOR YEARS: BREAK THEM UP FOR A MUCH SWEETER MAKEUP *throws self off cliff 49854985 times*

For now, Dean and Sam lost their closest allies. For now, Dean lost Cas, the most important man in his life, his sunshine, his win, his confidante...his spouse (and I tell you, the negative spaces are SCREAMING here. The subtext is pushing against the wall of text hard in S15). This scene was, for all intents and purposes, a smack-dabb fest of breaking up to pursue the last stretches of individual growth before they reunite to form a stronger unit. Remember, you can’t properly give yourself to another nor love another if you can’t love yourself. At this point, after the phenomenal hurdles of growth they experienced throughout the last 3 seasons, Dean and Cas are close to achieving full self-actualization! Almost there! Final regression before progression!

I mean, we’ve all been saying this for years now, too! THEY MUST USE THEIR WORDS, OR ELSE MISCOMMUNICATION WILL BE THE DEATH OF THEM. Tonight, it finally unfolded. The necessary smiting of their son Jack’s body, then Rowena’s literal death (which I humbly think isn’t permanent at this time for reasons I hope to explain later), offset by Cas’ metaphorical death via his walking out on Dean as a semi-regressed, hopeless shell of himself who thinks he no longer holds any ties — or has any meaningful place — in Dean’s life, shattered Team Free Will (Cas’ quiet “I think it’s time for me to move on” was the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard from him in the romantic context of the moment! Dean and Cas’ marital discord/tension was deliberately reaching an ugly peak since 15x01; their relationship encountered its worst Rupture yet. The ep literally encapsulated RUPTURE...the rupture of trust, love, faith, and hope. The writers are highlighting it incredibly well, and I’m sitting here holding my breath!!)

Chuck, the ultimate Big Bad and toxic father figure, was still exerting his oppressive presence despite his physical absence within their dialogue (and tonight’s main plot). His actions in 14x20 led them to this, prying open their deepest insecurities and allowing despair to take over again (Belphegor, significant exposition, expectedly triggered Cas’ fears by referring to his sense of expendability under Sam and Dean’s wing). It’s what Chuck wanted: to destroy the found Winchester family who dared to defy him --> Cas believes he’s unwanted by Dean and has no family. Dean believes he deserves Cas leaving him.

WHAT A MESS!!

CONGRATULATIONS AND HUUGE APPLAUSE BOBO FOR CREATING THE BEST ANGSTY MISCOMMUNICATIVE TROPED-UP EMOTION-CENTERED EP SO FAR FOR THIS FINAL SEASON YET AGAIN!!

No joke. I shed some nasty tears, hand cupped over my mouth. The raw anguish of Jensen and Misha’s chemistry radiated off the screen!!

RATING: 10/10

Things must get worse before they get better, and Dabb & Co know it. (I’m cautiously optimistic, and I’m one of the annoying positive believers who do not think Cas is going to die at the end of this show. It simply would be the bottom-line crap cop-out for him and TFW as a collective. We shall see!!)

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daxieoclock · 3 years

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ok shay you dont understand i was literally scrambling through our messages on discord to find a dissidia link and now i cant pick between the kairi reunion with sora and the namixi bed sharing scene so you gotta pick for me

jdhfbghjgb Enu you absolute sweetheart thank you for the ask

they’re both kinda short scenes though sooooo por que no los dos djhfgbjh

Kairi reunion scene is in chapter 10 and the Namixi scene is in chapter 14

She'd only been there twice before, both times after Xehanort's defeat, but Kairi instantly recognized Terra, Aqua and Ventus's home: the quintuple towers and golden chains of the Land of Departure.

I don’t remember if I ever articulated what both of those times were in my head, but it’s a HC that just felt right hehe.

And there, sitting on the bottom steps leading up to the front door, was Sora.

He hopped up as soon as he saw her, that stupid grin all over his face, and then Kairi's eyes blurred over and her feet pounding against the stone courtyard.

"It's so good–" he said, and she cut him off by punching him as hard as she possibly could in the shoulder. "OW!"

Kairi’s anger, frustration and just general emotion is something I had a lot of fun exploring in DKH, and something I definitely want to do more of if I ever return to KH writing (still undecided on that). As much as I love the comedy beat of the pissed-off reunion, it’s an honest feeling I think, to be both overjoyed and infuriated by someone at the same time. And it definitely fits my interpretation of where Kairi – who has been incessantly damseled, left behind and sacrificed-for – is at this moment in her arc. Furious and bitter and just wanting to drag her dumbass bffs/bfs to safety whether they like it or not.

"It's so good–" he said, and she cut him off by punching him as hard as she possibly could in the shoulder. "OW!"

"You absolute, goddamn, stupid idiot!" Kairi shrieked. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? How worried Riku was?"

For whatever reason this makes me think of the very beginning of the story, with Riku lying awake thinking of Sora. Like...yeah. Yeah he was. And on that note, as much as I missed Sora’s presence in the story, I absolutely loved the chance to expand on Riku and Kairi’s friendship/relationship (it’s complicated; when is it ever not?) without him there. I wanted to emphasize both how much they care about each other, and how much Sora’s absence is felt nearly constantly.

"Probably," Sora said, sheepish, massaging his shoulder.

"We had to try and explain to your parents how you....you vanished into thin air, but how it's actually completely okay because you did it to save my life!"

I don’t know that I’ll ever focus too much on any of the KH characters’ biological families, but I think the Destiny trio are the closest to actually Having Any Sort Of Bond with their parents. We’ve got a vague idea of Kairi’s home life – adopted daughter of the mayor, and I’ve extrapolated her dad is kind of absent – but none of Riku’s and only the fact that Sora has a mom. But the idea of Kairi and Riku returning to the island alone, having to break the news to Sora’s parents, just stuck in my head when I was writing this.

She didn't know who embraced who first. But she was in his arms then, and he was in hers, and she squeezed him so close, so goddamn tightly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Just hold me," she said. "Just shut up and hold me."

I think this is just a sweet moment tbh djhfgbj.

"Your hair looks longer," Kairi said, finally. They were sitting on the steps together. Her eyes had cleared, but she wasn't ready to leave this moment. "And you're missing a button on your jacket."

"Oh." Sora ran a hand through his hair in that absentminded way that he did. He laughed. "I hadn't noticed."

Liar. She knew him well enough to know when he was putting on a front, and he definitely was now. But she wasn't much better, she had refused to point out the bags under his eyes, the greyish pallor of his tan skin, the way his blue eyes seemed darker than she remembered. She couldn't speak those details, as if silence would make them go away, as if she could will away the scuff from his shoes and the dullness from the little metal crown that hung around his neck. He reminded her of how Aqua had looked after they'd rescued her, so relieved but yet so exhausted. It was the impact of that much time spent alone, that much time spent wandering, spent lost and far away from the ones you love. Kairi's grip on Sora's hand tightened.

I will never forgive Nomura’s cowardice to not show the physical, kinda traumatizing toll that years of isolation in the RoD took on Aqua. 0.8 delved into it slightly, but only in the most surface-level way. And judging by what we’ve seen from Re:Mind and MoM, the same sort of surface-level emotion is going to be applied to Sora’s ‘death’ as well. He’s almost definitely going to come out of a YEAR of complete isolation being just as chipper and bright-eyed as he’s always been, and that is something I wanted to rectify here.

I love the KH cast and I love seeing them challenged, and love watching them grow. There’s not quite enough Sora in DKH to grasp the full extent of how he’s changed after his ‘death,’ but I’d like to think we do see that he HAS changed. It’s something I touched on more directly during Riku’s reunion with Sora, but it’s present here as well.

"So, who's your friend?" He motioned with his head towards the Spirit-Namine, who sat patiently on her haunches.

"Sora, it's me," she said with a little laugh. "It's Namine."

"Oh." Sora stared at the Spirit-Namine for a moment, the gears straining in his head, and then he looked over his shoulder up the stairs, then back at her with a confused expression on his face. "Wait, weren't you sleeping inside? Why are you here and a cat? How are you here and a cat?"

But of course, even after that sort of trauma, Sora is still Sora. He’s still a goober and a softie, and I didn’t want to abandon those traits for the sake of angst.

Sora had never been very comfortable with silence, she noticed him starting to shift and adjust next to her.

ADHD Sora rights.

Kairi kept catching herself holding her breath, waiting for him to vanish or the floor to give way or her alarm to wake her up. Waiting for something to drag him away again.

He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. "I'm not going anywhere, you know," he said.

Kairi spluttered. "What...who...shut up!" She stared at the ground, cheeks flushed, unable to acknowledge out loud that he'd read her so well.

I haven’t decided if Sora’s surprising emotional perceptiveness is a new aspect of his character or something he’s always had that hasn’t been highlighted well, but it’s definitely an interpretation of him I enjoy. Like, yeah, he’s impulsive and inattentive and kind of rude on occasion, but he’s also showed some moments of being able to read people with shocking accuracy. I think that’s a skill some Keyblade wielders have, a sort of magical hyper-empathy, and Sora definitely has it in spades without even trying.

And briefly before we go into Namixi (and speaking OF Namixi)

Xion glanced at Sora and Kairi from the middle chair and threw up a peace sign. "Hey, what's up?" Her outfit had also changed a lot since Kairi saw her last, she had on a pair of loose black cargo shorts and a pullover hoodie, her black hair swept to one side and tucked behind her right ear. Honestly, she looked a lot happier, a lot freer.

Butch Xion is absolutely the hill I will die on this gal is 100% loves girls and presenting in nonconforming ways.

Namine, laying against Xion, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful.

Xion looked down at Namine as she noticed Kairi's stare. "Oh, yeah, I'm uh...keeping her safe? Cause she can't move when doing her spell, and uh, probably more comfortable than laying on this ground or something right?" She forced a laugh. "Yeah."

Namine, who absolutely has ulterior motives: “I’m going to be unconscious while using this spell and I’d rather not wake up sore, so maybe you could hold me while I’m using it? I’d make me feel safer too.”

Xion, who is gay as shit and forgot about the fact this castle has beds in it: “Yes absolutely I will totally hold you for as long as you need Namine wow yes that sounds great I’m on board heck yeah.”

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And with that introduction let’s hop right into the dedicated Namixi scene shall we.

Namine heard her door open, then close. She didn't move, just kept staring straight ahead, lying on her side in the bed, her heart beating staccato on the inside of her chest. A quiet bump of collision in the dark.

"Ow!" Xion muttered. "Stupid bed."

No good confession scene is complete with at least a couple comedy beats.

Her eyes probably had to adjust to the dark still, which Namine was thankful for, considering the fact she was probably blushing up a storm at the moment. "Are you okay?" She sounded so concerned, oh light.

Gentlebutch Xion strikes again. I refuse to see her as anything but very polite towards pretty gals (and Namine is very pretty gal in her humble opinion).

"I'm fine," Namine said, quickly. "I just...." She reached out to take Xion's hand, but hesitated, and just let her own fall back onto the mattress. "Wanted to see you, I guess."

"Oh," Xion said. Relief. Namine started when she felt Xion's fingers brushing against her hand. "Shit, sorry, sorry."

"No, no." Namine laughed, and took Xion's hand. "Thank you. This is really nice."

The eternal sapphic dance of being terrified of overstepping and desperate to express your affection at the same time. Also I have said it before and I will say it again: The Gay Gals Love Hands. Idk what it is but sapphic attraction is like 75% hand-holding it’s ridiculous.

Xion opened her eyes again, those gorgeous purple eyes.

Changing characters’ eye color is sort of a running theme in my fics I suppose, though it doesn’t ALWAYS come up. Xion’s purple eyes is something I saw once and got stuck in my brain forever. I have no idea who came up with it or why it’s something that apparently a decent chunk of Xion fans hc for her, but it sure is what we’ve decided on haha.

Three words. That's it. So easy, just three words. Just say it. Say it. "When you found out Sora was here, and decided to go after him." Coward.

Namine, like most of the female cast of KH, has basically no outwards emotion and very little development. For whatever reason, I’ve fixated on an interpretation of her as someone who expresses her emotions in unconventional ways, spends a lot of time overthinking things, protects herself by exaggerating her personality around others while also being terrified of hurting people the way she was forced to hurt Sora. It’s sort of funny to see a very similar personality come up around my interpretations of Haru Okumura in Deja Vu, but Namine definitely expresses her post-trauma identity a lot softer, less formal but still so very careful.

Anyway that’s a lot of words to say that she self-loathes and picks her words incredibly carefully and that contrasts really interestingly with the more impulsive, emotion-driven Xion. They’re a good fit for each other C:

"You can get under the covers too, if you like."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Please stop being a gentlewoman and take the hint. "I want you to," Namine said. Was that too firm? Too bossy?

"Oh!" Xion smiled, and threw the comforter over herself in an instant. Guess it was fine.

More of that aforementioned dynamic.

"This is very good. I'm happy."

"I'm glad," Xion said. "I...like making you happy."

Namine had to inhale deeply at that. It wasn't easy to confess when the girl kept taking her breath away.

I really like the idea in general that it takes so long for Namine to tell Xion how she feels because Xion just keeps doing really sweet things or being kind of romantic but not really making the space for that confession, and Namine just gets flustered and puts it off.

Three words. Just three. Just say them. Namine took a deep breath. "I, uh. I..." She felt a sob welling up in her throat. Light, why was this so difficult, why couldn't she just tell Xion–

Her lips were on hers. Namine couldn't breathe, could barely think for the screaming of her heart in her ears. Xion broke the kiss, looking so very embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean–"

Namine reached up and pressed a finger to Xion's lips, cutting her off before she could apologize any more. "Um," she said, "kiss me again?"

And Xion nodded, and Namine let her finger fall, let Xion lean in and kiss her again. And she squeezed her hand so tightly and kissed her back.

So not really a confession but Xion DID get the hint. Once more: Xion’s impulsiveness makes things both very difficult and much easier for Namine. And I think I like the fact that she ends up deciding to just go along with that impulsiveness, just let go of her plan and kiss the gal she’s been pining for, and stop beating herself up about the words she can’t say yet. It’s sweet hehe.

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zephyrthejester · 4 years

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Three Years Blog Anniversary!

Well, would you look at that. In the blink of an eye, an entire year has gone by! It has now been a grand total of three years since I started up this liveblog, and ever since, it's been a whirlwind of an adventure that has introduced me to amazing shows, amazing games, and above all, amazing people! As has become tradition, it's time for us to gather 'round by the fire, bundle up in blankets, sip some hot cocoa, and reminisce about the shenanigans we got up to in the year 2019.

You know the drill! Click "Keep Reading" to see the rest! Let's go!

January kicked off with the closing episodes to Steven Universe's fifth season, and what a finale it was! In true SU nature, it managed to be wholesome, funny, terrifying, and sad all at once! Not to mention the finale episode specifically, which was rife with both fan service and a breath-taking final confrontation. It even prompted me to type up three whole Addendum posts just so I could get all my thoughts out there. Intermingling with these episodes were some rather poignant and touching episodes of RWBY's 6th Volume, which saw some great plot advancements for some of my favorite characters. And of course, there was one liveblog session early on dedicated to Fate/Stay Night, a series I began back in 2018. And that would end up being the last I'd liveblog about it. Following the technical difficulties of the Visual Novel crashing at an important moment, I lost much of my motivation to keep going at it, putting Fate/Stay Night on the bench... For now. But more on Fate/Stay Night later.

Then came February! Where I proceeded to do absolutely nothing at all. For 42 days, I fell into a pretty bad funk that I called depression, at the time. Well! I must be in a better mental space right now, because until it came time to make this post, I forgot all about it! Moving past the shame I felt for wordlessly abandoning my blog and discord community for over a month, come March I pressed right into a brand new liveblog: Kill la Kill! A frenetic, frantic, freaky series that serves as the spiritual sequel to what was, once upon a time, my favorite anime ever: Gurren Lagann. I was immediately charmed by it's absurdist humor and over-the-top everything. However, it wasn't long before I succumbed to my greatest flaw. I'm exceptionally picky about what I liveblog, and sadly, Kill la Kill didn't tick the boxes that needed to be ticked for me to stick with it. I eventually dropped the series after only three episodes.

Needless to say, I was getting desperate to reinvigorate my lost momentum. It was then and there, at the tail end of March, that I introduced the most significant change to my brand ever: Liveblogging itself was being benched in favor of a fanciful second attempt at running my video game focused Youtube Channel! While I would certainly continue to liveblog new episodes of shows I had previously caught up with, my efforts would be redoubled and focused upon something I hoped would shake things up for me. I put in the effort of buying a new, fancy, high-tech microphone, and set about to new projects!

First up was a tense and troublesome self-imposed-challenge: A playthrough of Resident Evil 2 Remake on its hardest difficulty, with the added stipulation that I can never access the item storage box! My knowledge and skills of that game were put to the test as I skirted by the dangerous zombies and mutants while carrying only the bare essentials on my person. That series lasted 7 videos, plus a Highlight Reel, over about a week. My new microphone really brought out my screams of terror. Yes.

Immediately following the conclusion of the REmake 2 challenge run in early April, a new series debuted: A blind let's play of Subnautica! A simply incredible sci-fi survival game set on a planet that's nearly entirely an ocean... But much to my surprise, it was secretly a horror game all along. Spanning 18 episodes + a highlight reel between April 5th and May 23rd, we descended ever deeper into the abyss, deciphered alien riddles, fled from toothy leviathan-class predators, established a lovely home base, and had a great ol' time overall. A truly remarkable game with a surprisingly good story, for its genre, and it left me eagerly looking forward to making a Let's Play of its sequel: Below Zero.

Simultaneously, beginning on April 10th, I embarked upon yet another adventure that was of such a large scope, I made my channel's primary time slot dedicated to it. The Phoenix Wright Trilogy! A collection of the first three Visual Novels in a wonderful, wonderful series about the titular attorney at law. It wasn't long before I fell in love with this series, big time. It had everything! Immensely satisfying mysteries for me to solve, memorable and lovable characters, great pacing, and it knew how to keep things fresh and interesting. Although I started out the Let's Play by saying I wouldn't read everything aloud, that proved to be a lie. As of now, the series is a whopping 78 videos long (I do expect it to reach 100 before all is said and done), and I have given voice to roughly 50 unique characters so far. The series really helped awaken my Let's Play chops by improving my speech, vocal clarity, and focus. Swapping between my first video ever (for Legend of Grimrock II) and the most recent Phoenix Wright video is a real night-and-day difference! Overall, it's very safe to say that the series has stolen my heart. Unmatched hype, dizzying plot twists, and delightful shenanigans burst from the seams, truly. The Let's Play is currently ongoing, though the end is within sight...

As the Let's Plays of Subnautica and Phoenix Wright Trilogy progressed, so too did the production quality of my videos. I got a better grip on editing, improving the design of my video thumbnails and taking more care to edit out needless and dull moments of gameplay. I even introduced a brief and stylish video intro, which was my avatar appearing over a dark background before it faded off into gameplay. That would be the image up above! However, as we move into 2020, I’ve begun to feel that it could do with a slight improvement... Wink wink!

Following the end of Subnautica came a new Let's Play involving yet another sci-fi horror game: Prey! Spanning 25 videos + a highlight reel between June 3rd and November 19th, it immediately gripped me with its stunning attention to detail, marvelously crafted environments, and boundlessly creative gameplay. It was a pleasure to explore the varied regions of the Talos One space station, blasting aliens, uncovering secrets, untangling the connections between the employees there, and making some seriously difficult moral choices. A truly impressive video game that's just begging for a second playthrough on my own time at some point.

July 20th saw the beginning of new activity on my blog. In a spur-of-the-moment decision that I didn't think out too well, I brazenly announced out of nowhere that I would be doing a re-watch of Steven Universe! I proceeded to liveblog the first 11 episodes of Steven Universe over a week, lovingly looking back at the series' origins, calling out moments of foreshadowing, and analyzing everything with the lens of all my knowledge about the show. And then... Nothing! Just as soon as it began, the project was dropped. I had hoped it would rekindle my interest in Liveblogging (outside of new episodes of SU and RWBY), but I had no such luck. You know I'm burnt out when even Steven Universe, my favorite thing ever, can't help...

By September 3rd, the Steven Universe Movie had finally released! Over a hype-as-hell two days, I liveblogged the entire film. It truly was Steven Universe at its absolute best! Touching, sincere, unexpected, and rife with some stellar songs that are STILL stuck in my head. It proved that the Crewniverse hadn't lost its spark since the conclusion of the original series.

November 5th was my 25th birthday! My family celebrated by all going out for an amazing sushi dinner. Good times! Sometimes, it's really hard for me to grasp that I'm actually 25... I'm a kid at heart, really! Or maybe it's that I'm a social recluse who enjoys watching anime a little too much. Regardless, I feel no shame!

November 10th saw the debut of RWBY Volume 7, and so far it has been an exceptionally strong season. I've long maintained the opinion that the show gets better and better every season, and Volume 7 has given me no reason to doubt that. One episode in particular became my second favorite in the series, right behind a certain one from Volume 6! I'm really enjoying how the characters, new and old, are playing off each other this go around, and the fights and art direction have been no slouch either. This season's a looker! I'm really looking forward to seeing how it ends.

Hot on the heels of the ending Let's Play of Prey, I immediately started up a new series on November 20th... Chrono Trigger! A legendary and widely loved JRPG from the SNES era of gaming that I had somehow gone all my life without playing. Better late than never to fix a mistake like that! I eagerly dived in and nearly immediately understood why it's heralded as an all-time great. The series is currently 13 episodes long, and each one is an endless stream of me being hyped and giddy. I’m already excited to record more!

December 8th saw the debut of Steven Universe Future, a very special epilogue series that's sure to tie a nice bow on the franchise as a whole. As of this post, I have liveblogged the first 8 episodes, and it's fair to say that while it's not holding back in giving the audience exactly what it wants, it's also doing something very unexpected and very, very interesting with Steven himself. Only time will tell how it all ends and whether every remaining mystery will be answered, but so far I have been more than satisfied with it.

And that brings us to the present! Wow, it felt like a lot less happened this year than you would think, huh? No, it's been jam packed with new adventures! I think I am very content with how the year has gone, and I hope you are as well. We'll be striding into the year 2020 with more Steven Universe, more RWBY, more Phoenix Wright, and more Chrono Trigger! Plus, it may very well be that we'll see the return of Made in Abyss and Madoka Magica, both of which (I believe) are getting continuation movies in 2020. I may or may not be entirely wrong about this. Forgive me if I am...

In the near future, the Phoenix Wright Trilogy will be followed up by a Let's Play of Fate/Stay Night! Indeed, the canceled Liveblog will be reborn in youtube video form! And following Chrono Trigger, well... It's mostly up in the air, though I do have a few good ideas. In particular, I recently got a Virtual Reality system set up... Wink wink!

So that's really all there is to it! Cheers, lads! Cheers to a good year, and cheers to the next year being even better! To our good health, our unbreakable friendships, and all the stupid bullshit we’ll get into together! 2020 has arrived!

#Zephyr the Jester #Blog Anniversary

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kaibacxrps · 4 years

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Something new, something blue!

Discord thread with @kaibacorpbros !

"Please, for me?"

"No."

"Please?"

And round and round went this debate with Mokuba for quite a while. Mokuba argued that clearly Set's hair was separate, because it got longer, so anything done to it shouldn't effect his brother. Seto argued he didn't care, it was still his body, changes or not when he switched with the spirit. Round and round it went. But Mokuba was persistent about this. He'd already gone though all the work of getting the dye and learning how to do it. Nothing would stop him.

Which is how Seto found himself sitting on a stool in the shower, Millennium rod held in crossed arms as his little brother set everything up.

Gods, was that bleach? If this didn't work as intended, he had no idea what he would do. Wear a hat for several moths so people couldn't see it? He never should have agreed to this.

Mokuba approached with containers and brushes and several things Seto didn't want to know what they were. "Okayyy... I think everything's ready! Set, you there? We got a surprise for you! Switch out with Seto!"

It felt good to be back in Seto’s body, things were starting to return to it’s usual after their previous adventure. That was the longest time they had been separated, from one another. Nothing they hads been through thus far, came close to match the scale of it.

Thankfully, it was all over for good. And to celebrate it, they decided to take the weekend off work in order to dedicate some time for themselves and get much needed rest.

But it appeared a certain someone had other plans for today.

Set watched over the brothers banter with each other, since Seto woke up. He didn’t know the context, or even why they were arguing in the first place as such he chose not to interfere and instead watch from the back of his vessel’s mind. Until he was called by Mokuba.

The spirit appeared before Seto, he exchanged looks with him before swapping places- taking control over the body. It quickly went through it’s usual changes, the hair’s length served as proof of it. “I’m here Mokuba. Do you mind telling me what’s this all about?”

"Surprise!" Mokuba held up the dish of blue hair dye with a grin. Meanwhile, Seto was trying his best to not look in his astral form.

Really, he should just retreat into his soul room and try to not think about the damages. But if he did that, who would tell Mokuba if he was going overboard?

"It's hair dye," Mokuba explained. "I saw you looking at those people who had done their own. I learned everything to do it perfectly, promise! I was thinking of just doing a couple of strands of yours. I gotta bleach it first, but... you in?"

The younger Kaiba was also hoping that this would help them all settle down from that orichcalcos junk--even if Seto didn't wholly approve.

Set's gaze shifted between the boy and the things that surrounded them, in the bathroom. "Oh, so that's why he..." His voice trailed of as he finally caught on to what this feud, was all about.

Mokuba was very observant. Although, it wasn't something Set tried to ever hide. It was no secret how fascinated he was with the modern world's beauty, they had the chance to try a few things here and there. But they were mostly small things, which Kaiba would simply wash off the next day.

Nothing so far, came close to something like this.

The offer was no doubt extremely appealing to the spirit, who seemed to be fascinated by the pretty dye color. However, this didn't take a genius to think or figure out, there was an uncertainty whether this would affect Seto or not. Yet, he could see in the younger Kaiba's eyes, how he just wishes to try and help them get over what they went through recently... It wouldn't be fair to him if he simply gave a no.

He will bite the bullet on this one. Seto has braided his hair in the past, several times and they never appeared whenever the other took control over the body... So maybe, that would work in their favor.

"... Ah- I see. You're right Mokuba. I don't see any harm in giving it a try, so... I'm in Mokuba." Set responded with a gentle smile, without even looking up at Seto's soul.

Mokuba would have pumped a fist, but with his hands full, he instead bounced on the balls of his feet.

"Yes! I'll be careful Seto, promise!" The younger scurried behind the spirit and even got up on a stepstool for good measure.

'I'm sure you will. Just don't get that stuff on my skin, I don't wanna turn blue,' Seto grumbled even though Mokuba couldn't hear him in that form.

Mokuba had planned everything out beforehand, he went and pinned all the hair out of the way he wouldn't be working on. "Here, tilt your head back so it doesn't get on you."

Of couse, Seto had the right mind to change into some clothes that wouldn't matter if they got dirty, but his soul form still hovered close by to watch Mokuba's work. He'd done his own research into it as well.

And with the chosen strands separated, Mokuba carefully started bleaching it so it would hold the new color.

"You want gold as well? I got some of that just in case. Course when you bleach dark hair it kind of does that already. But highlights maybe or nah?"

“Go for it Mokuba, it’ll be fine.”

Set remained still- immobile, and in silence throughout the process. He would do everything that Mokuba asked from him, he can’t wait to see what the child had in stored for him.

A few good chuckles escaped the spirit, as he listened to the brothers banters... Even though Mokuba couldn’t see nor hear Seto’s words.

It was obvious how Set, didn’t share Seto’s worry and concern about the whole thing. How could he? When they haven’t had this much fun in such a long time?

Even before they became victims of Doma’s sinister plans... Kaiba’s defeat in his own tournament, left him with an understandable sour taste in his mouth. That’s the reason why they headed to the United States, so he could focus on his work and try to get his mind off what he had just gone through.

“How’s it going Mokuba? Is it working?” The spirit asked, after sometime had passed since the boy had applied the bleaching product on it.

"Mmm! 'Sh good!" The boy spoke around the bobby pins in his mouth. Once all the strands were ready to take the color he began with the blue, carefully brushing into the hair.

'Oh gods... it's a good thing you don't go to school for me, we'd be kicked out at a moment's notice for having colored hair.'

Seto's form floated nearby, covering half his face with his hand trying to not be obnoxiously watching Mokuba's every move, even if he couldn't see the elder, it would give Seto a small brain aneurysm.

With some more time, the blue was all in, and then it was time for the gold. Mokuba had chosen smaller highlight stands for that, not wanting there to be too much going on at once.

"Well... its done, and hope I did okay." Mokuba said once everything dried.

The younger held up a larger mirror as the eldest was trying his best to not look out of worry.

"What do you think?" The hair held the color well, and Seto even helped to ensure that Mokuba got evey angle of each strand.

“What about Yugi’s hair? Ah-” Set asked to Kaiba, before being interrupted by Mokuba as he showed off the fruits of his labor. His gaze immediately shifted to the boy and his hair, hours had passed since they began this - he could just barely contain his excitment.

Curiosity was plastered all over his face, a wide smile quickly formed on him while his hands ran through the hairlocks and brought them forth so he could have a better look at them. The blue color was the first thing to catch his attention, it even scored a gasp from him as he kept feeling how smooth it felt and stared at how beautiful it all looked.

At first, he had no words to say- he was left speechless. Set didn’t know what to expect out of this, the spirit was amazed at Mokuba’s work. An idea formed in his mind, as he began braiding a hair strand- or at least, attempted to.

“This turned out so much better than I imagiend, I... Ah- Is this how you do it? Seto? Mokuba?”

Yugi--well Kaiba wasn't even sure how that kid's hair worked, and he doubted anyone else did either.

But those thoughts were interrupted once the dye had dried.

The younger Kaiba beamed at his reaction. "I'm so glad it came out good!" Internally, he breathed a sigh of relief. Of couse he had done his research well, but who knew what could have gone wrong while actually doing it, there coulda been another end of world scenario in this time!

Seto hovered closer at his name. And while he didn't wholly approve of what Mokuba had done, he did have to admit it was detailed job.

"Close. Remember even parts, right over left. Keep it tight if you don't want pieces sticking out," Seto explained, making the gestures in the air so Set could see.

Set's focus shifted between the strand in his hands, and Kaiba's motions. He was following the instructions, and he quickly began repeating it with more strands. In no time, he had braided his entire new hair, it was something he was certain would compliment Mokuba's work.

When he finished working on the last strand, the spirit quickly reached out for a mirror he could have a look at the final product. There was a wide smile on his face, as soon as he spotted his reflection.

A few chuckles escaped him in disbelief, it all looked so great in Set's eyes. He quickly ran his hands through the braids, and showed them all off to the brothers.

"How about it now, huh? Ah! I still can't believe at this shade of blue...!"

"Ooh! I hadn't even thought about braiding it, that's a great idea!" With a smile Mokuba reached out to poke locks, careful to not knock them loose. "It mixes the colors in great! Obviously water or washing it will make it fade quicker, but it should look really vibrant for at least a week--well if you were in control for a full week that is. But really your hair will probably grow out before you have to worry about that."

That was under normal logic of course, so in reality Mokuba had no idea how long it would be. But never mind that! Proud with his work, the younger Kaiba started cleaning up all the supplies he used.

Something did pull at Seto's lips though. "I guess you guys didn't have something that could do that back in your day, huh," he said with a hint of amusement. It was almost as if Set was like a kid on his birthday.

“Are you expecting me to say that your time scored a point this time, Seto?” Set spoke out loud in a teasing manner, as he seemed to be looking at where his vessel’s soul currently was at. He didn’t even attempt to cover up the amusement in his face, while still proudly showing off Mokuba’s work. “I suppose you might be right about that.”

The spirit got to be in control of the body for the remainder of the day, and spent it in the company of the younger Kaiba. It almost felt like they were back to their usual, they had finally recovered their lives before everything started.

When was the last time they had the chance to find peace this way?

After tucking Mokuba to sleep in his bed, Set wasted no time in preparing himself for a night of sleep (at least, he hoped so). He proceeded to swap places with Kaiba, once he put on a pajama and headed straight to his soul room.

The day was delightful, yet it still was a draining one in it’s own right. The priest found himself in a personal chamber, it was a replica of sorts from what he used to have back in the day. Set removed most of his garbs and accessories, he only kept on himself a piece that he could sleep with.

It didn’t take long for him to finally, lay down on his bed and rest his head on a pillow. He came close to drifting off... But the sound of footsteps from the outside caught his attention.

‘Was it Seto? Of course it has to be him...’ The priest thought to himself while just barely awake, as he kept his eyes fixated on the door that the other soul would come through. “Come in, Seto...”

A familiar smirk formed at the spirit's words, but Seto said nothing.

But it felt good to spend some time with Mokua, when if it was kind of through the backseat.

But when night came, sleep evaded Kaiba, as it often did. And so he found himself nudging open Set's soul room. For once, careful and undemanding.

But there was one problem. It seemed Set was nearly asleep himself. Kaiba makes a nose of acknowledgement to the invention, and ventures further into the chamber.

"Guess no game night. Can't sleep," he says with a shrug, coming closer to Set's bedside. "But that's nothing new."

So many fresh memories. Of this room being empty, and his mind as well. The silence, sinister.

"Mind if I say? I won't bother you, you can go on to sleep," He just didn't mean stir up trouble either and yet here he was.

The bed is conveniently, large enough for two people. He always enjoyed having a lot of space for himself to sleep, by himself.

A yawn escaped Set’s lips while Seto spoke, he shifted around in his bed slightly so he could be laying on his side and facing his guest. “Yes, sorry about that... Mokuba ended up requiring a lot more attention than expected...” The priest spoke softly and in a slurred tone. It was obvious how he didn’t mind at all, being found like that by the other.

Due to his current state, Set couldn’t even imagine what must have really brought Kaiba here. He assumed it had to do with a force of the habit, and nothing else.

“Sure, of course you can Seto... Make yourself comfortable. I don’t think there are any doors leading to another of my memories for you to watch, or even anything else to entertain you for the night... Ah...” Another yawn interrupted him while he hugged the pillow, and sank his face into it. As he shifted around, his long hairlocks came forth and revealed that they retained everything they have worked on during the day. “Sorry, it has been awhile since we... It was a good day, huh?... You might be better off staying in your soul room tonight... There’s nothing that could- Ah...” Yet another drawn out yawn silenced him.

"I-- it's fine. I just..." he trailed off as he sat down cross-legged on the floor with his back against the bed, not knowing what else to say. And it would be incredibly awkward to try to bring up anything more. No, quiet was better. Quiet, but not silent. Not silent again.

"If I get bored I can fetch something from my room. Go back to sleep." If anything else, he should at least be able to scrounge up a book somewhere.

The dye did seem to stick, even in here. At least Seto's own hair was left un-smurfed, else he would never be taken seriously at Kaiba Corp.

And Seto just didn't want to be left alone in complete silence again. Even if they weren't talking or interacting, at least this way he knew the spirit was still there. Not whisked away by some seal.

Set hummed in a low tone, his eyes were partially open- it was obvious how difficult it was for him to keep them like that.

His mind was empty- in a numb state, the body felt heavy - especially his eyelids.

The priest had considered asking Seto if there was anything bothering him, or what did he miss out on while he was away.

'He must have had his peace... It all must have been nice to him...' The spirit convinced himself of that, he knows how he wouldn't get an answer from Seto in that regard... Even if he did, it wouldn't be clear or he would simply receive a snarky remark about it. Maybe another time...

It was only a matter of a few blinks of his eyes, before they shut down- and he finally drifted off to sleep. A snore didn't take long to escape him, it indicated how Set had fallen into a deep slumber.

Seto breathed out a soft exhale of relief when it was clear that the priest was asleep.

And for a long time, even though Seto had no real idea how long it was, he simply sat there. With his back up against the bed, listening to Set breathe. Just knowing that he was there put him at ease, even if Seto didn't know it.

And after a while, he nodded off. He also couldn't be sure how long his slumber was. Nor did he fully realize it had happened when his balance shifted, making his head pop up as the jarring movement half woke him.

Perhaps he knew what he was doing. Or perhaps not, and he got his own room mixed up with Set's. But with lazy movements, Seto half stood, pulled back the covers to the bed and crawled in, returning them to their place.

Naturally, his body gravitated to the warmth, the chill in his fingers in toes gradually dissipating. His eyes closed again as he buried his face into Set's shoulder.

Set found himself in a state of deep slumber, to a point he didn't even notice Kaiba join him in his bed at some point in the night.

Despite that, his body moved - inched slightly so his face could fit in that position in a more comfortable way. Almost as if he wasn't a stranger to this at all, his body was trained to act like this.

He was so used to his children, crawling into his bed during his sleep whenever they couldn't sleep. This happened often, and he quickly learned to fit them in like that without disrupting his sleep.

Set slept soundly, after all he was confident Seto had found peace during his absence. This won't last much longer...

#ooc /#AU 03 • ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴛʜ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴅ • Yami!Set AU #| セト • priest set • saved |#kaibacorpbros #just sOME GOOD PAPOSON KUSH :'''')

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Discord Thread II Loren & Landon

Discord thread featuring: Loren & @davieslandon

Mentions: @romanbeckett, @theharrykingston

Where: On a rooftop in New York

When: Before Loren left for France.

Description: Loren takes Landon on a surprise date and they get really intimate.

Trigger Warnings: SMUT!!

Landon

Landon was looking forward to getting to see Loren again. They hadn’t really talked since the pride party at Throuple and he was worried things between them were not mutual so it was a relief when he got a text asking if he was free. He put Elle to bed so that he could get ready in relative peace and tried not to be the kind of person to panic over what to wear. It wasn’t really something he would usually give much thought to but he still didn’t know where they were going and didn’t know what the best outfit choice would be. In the end he settled on jeans, a casual shirt and converse, deeming them the safest bet. Elle’s babysitter showed up just in time since ten minutes later, Loren was knocking on the door. “Hey”, he said, once he opened it. Should he kiss him or was the too forward? Maybe a hug? It was nice to see his awkwardness making a return.

Loren

Loren had been thinking about Landon non stop since he last saw him. Their little encounter on the dance floor leaving him completely awe-stuck and craving more. He just wished he hadn’t of been so drunk. Losing track of Landon and then his phone. He wasn’t sure if maybe Landon might have gotten the wrong impression. He made it to Landons house exactly at 9’o clock and was knowing on the door five minutes later. His anxiety nervousness surely giving him heart palpitations as he waited for the other male to answer. Once he pulled the door open and Loren saw his face though. An instant smile spread across his lips from ear to ear. God, he looked amazing, and smelt delicious too. “Hey, cutie” Loren almost chuckled. Unable to contain his excitement over seeing Landon again. Without a second though he leaned in and wrapped his arm over Landons shoulders and pulled him in for a hug. Kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth as he held him tight to his small frame. “You ready to go?” he asked. Keeping his hand on Landons shoulder as he pulled back to take in his appearance once more.

Landon

It was a relief to see the other boy seemed to be just as excited as he was to see each other again. Apparently he was worried for nothing and their lack of communication in the past few days was just because of Loren losing his phone. He let himself be pulled on for a hug, trying to contain his smile but it was hard. They hadn’t even left yet and Landon was already having a good time. “I’m ready”, he said, pulling the front door closed behind him. He followed Loren to his car and finally asked the question that was on his mind all day. “So...where are we going? I’ve been dying to know all day.” Apart from his momentary panic over what to wear, it was exciting to think about where Loren might take him and he’d gotten all sorts of ideas in his head as the day went along.

Loren

As they approached his car he leaned over the roof and smiled over at Landon, who was standing at the passenger side door. “I told you it’s a surprise” he teased. Ducking into the drivers side of the car before looking over at Landon once he was beside him. “I wanna take you to my favorite place in the whole city. There’s this once building, that while on the roof. You can actually see the stars crystal clear. It’s euphoric.” Loren knew he probably sounded like a completely sappy loser. But he didn’t mind showing Landon the romantic side of himself. “I have some wine in the back and a telescope. You think we’ll need anything else?” he asked. His eyes searching Landons for a response as he fell deeper into them.

Landon

Landon thought that sounded absolutely incredible. A relaxing evening drinking wine and enjoying a nice view was exactly what he needed. And looking at the stars sounded so romantic even if it wasn’t something he ever did before. This was definitely turning out to be a date different than any he’d been on before and he was excited. “That sounds amazing”, he said, smiling brightly. Landon was also very touched that Loren was choosing to share his favourite place with him. He opened the passenger door and got in. “I don’t think we need anything else. Drinking wine and looking at the stars with you next to me sounds pretty perfect already.”

Loren

Landon was right, it did sound pretty perfect. Loren could barely wait to have a reason to touch him again, or even kiss him. In fact, just the thought alone had him pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re right. It will be perfect. Cause you’ll be there” he smiled. Starting up the car and heading toward their location. Loren used all his inner strength to keep himself from touching Landon on the drive. But once they got there and the car was in park. Loren reached across the seat to pull Landon in for a soft peck on the lips. Giving him a smile, Loren got out of the car and grabbed his backpack before making his way to meet Landon on the other side. Lacing his fingers through the smallers before leading him up the back entrance of the building. “So, how did the rest of your pride go?” he asked, trying to make small talk as they climbed the stairs to the roof.

Landon

Landon could feel himself blush over Loren’s comment but he didn’t mind. It was actually a really good feeling and he was getting used to it whenever he was around the other boy. It made him feel appreciated. During the drive, Landon thought about placing a hand on his thigh but he didn’t want to distract him while driving so he held himself back. Once the car was parked, he was about to make his move but Loren beat him to it by leaning in for a kiss which he gladly returned. Landon didn’t want to lie but he also didn’t want to scare him away with stories of running into his ex-husband and fighting with Aaron. He really didn’t want to give Loren the wrong impression so he shrugged. “It was fine. I might have had a few more cocktails than I should but that’s always the case at parties like that. What about you? Must have been pretty eventful since you lost your phone”, he teased.

Loren

“Just fine?” he asked, raising his brow slightly as he looked over at the other male. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Landon, but usually it was fine means something much deeper. “Yeah, I think we all had more cocktails than we should’ve. But it was fun. I got a little crazy and danced my heart out, as per usual” he grinned. To be honest, Loren didn’t really remember much after his encounter with Landon. He couldn’t even recall when he left the company of the other male or why? When they reached the rooftop Loren placed his backpack down onto the ground and pulled Landon into his arms. “I wish I would have spent the entire night with you though, honestly. It would have been a lot more fun.”

Landon

Landon didn’t want to start whatever this is on lies but he wasn’t used to being open, especially not on things he was kind if embarrassed about. He was scared that talking about the crazy mess that was his life could scare Loren away. “I kind of bumped into someone I never thought I’d see again and had an argument with my best friend.” That was good, right? No lies but still safe. “I still had fun though. Our moment on the dance floor was the highlight of my night”, he smirked. Landon was quick to react when Loren pulled him closer and he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. “Me too, that would have definitely turned it into the perfect night. I wouldn’t have minded a repeat performance somewhere more private either.” Landon figured he could take the leap this time and he leaned in for a kiss.

Loren

Loren could tel Landon was holding something back, but he didn’t really mind. He figured that Landon would tell him in his own time if he really wanted him to know. It wasn’t like Loren didn’t do things at that party he rather not talk about. He appreciated Landon telling him as much as he did though, and he felt bad that he had gotten into a fight. “I’m sorry” he said sincerely. Running his hands through Landons hair as he wrapped his arms around his neck. Loren couldn’t help but smirk at the smallers next words and he nodded his head in agreement. “I wouldn’t have minded that either” he said honestly. Pressing his lips firm against Landons as he leaned in to close the space between them. Kissing him made him feel like he was on top of the world. Like nothing else mattered and that they were the only two people in existence. It felt right! He hummed softly into the kiss as his hand gripped tightly to Landons hair. Not wanting to let him go any time soon.

Landon

Landon appreciates that Loren didn’t press him to say more and that he was very understanding about the whole thing. Maybe after a few glasses of a wine they’d be able to talk about more things that happened at the party that they were a bit hesitant to share now. “Don’t be, these things happen and I’m sure we’ll make up soon. I just want to enjoy this moment for now.” It was a great feeling to know Loren felt the same way and would have liked to spend more time together at the party. It made him feel wanted. He made a quiet noise at the back of his throat when his hair was gripped and he moved one of his hands to Loren’s back, moving it further down gently. “If we keep this up we’re going to have a repeat of last time”, he said when they pulled back for air.

Loren

Landon was right, fights with friends did happen. But he still felt bad that it had to happen to Landon on what was supposed to be a fun night. “Hmm” he hummed with a smile giving the smaller a nod. “I just wanna enjoy this moment too” he assured. Kissing Landon until he was breathless and they were both pulling away for air. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m okay with that though” he teased. Taking a step back as he moved his hand to Landons cheek. “I have to tell you something. It’s not really good news for us. But...” he pressed his lips together and sighed. He hated having to tell Landon this but he had too, it was only right. “I’m leaving for France in a few days. My grandmother is sick and we’re not sure she’s gonna make it. My sisters pregnant so... it has to be me who goes to take care of her.”

Landon

Landon’s smile dropped at hearing that and he looked at Loren with worried eyes. Nothing good ever came out of words like that so he knew this was bound to be bad news. His suspicions were only confirmed when he listened to what Loren was saying. “Oh.” He knew that wasn’t the right response, the other boy’s grandma was sick for god’s sake he should give him more than that but he was trying to get his head around it. “I’m so sorry about your grandmother. Is...is there anything I can do to help?” Landon was feeling so lost. Was he leaving for a few days and then coming back? Was this permanent? So many questions were running through his head and he didn’t know where to begin to ask them.

Loren

When Landons expression changed, Loren could feel his heart drop into his stomach. He didn’t want to hurt the other boy, and he certainly didn’t wanna leave. “I don’t think there really is anything you could do. Maybe just keep in touch with me?” he suggested. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be gone. But he hoped it wouldn’t be any longer than a week or two. It was hard to know with these situations and he hated leaving Landon. “I.. I know we’re not together. But, I hate this, and I’m gonna miss you so much. I just... I wanted us to have tonight.”

Landon

“Of course I’ll keep in touch.” Loren didn’t even have to ask, there was no doubt that Landon would keep in touch with texts and calls until he got on his nerves with his annoying he was being. He was right in saying that they weren’t together but Landon liked him, he really liked him, so it made sense that he was sad to see him leave and that he was going to miss him a lot. It warmed his heart to know it was the same for Loren and that he thought of giving them one last night together before he left. “I’m going to miss you too and...I already can’t wait for you to be back. We’re not together and we haven’t talked about this at all so maybe we should be doing that before I say anything but-“ he paused, knowing he was rambling. “I really like you. We’ve...kind of connected? And you make me feel special even knowing I’m a mess because I know Roman must have told you about some of the things going on. And you’re fine with the fact that I have a daughter and...and I’m going to stop now because this is getting embarrassing.” Landon didn’t mean to say so much but once he started talking about something he felt is important, it’s hard to get him to stop.

Loren

Loren smiled when Landon agreed to keep in touch and he moved in closer to the boy to kiss his forehead. It made him feel so good that Landon was feeling the same way he was, and thinking the same things. He felt a little nervous when Landon also stated they weren’t together. His heart was racing inside his chest. But soon his smile stretched all the way across his face. “Don’t be embarrassed. It doesn’t matter to me what Roman says. That’s between the two of you, and I know you two have history. I just... you never make me feel like I’m competing with him. It’s like, you and your daughter. You’re all I think about.” Loren knew he was rambling, but he couldn’t help you. He always had trouble getting his feelings out in straight sentences. “I wanna be with you Landon. But, I don’t want to rush you either. And I know with me leaving, it doesn’t make it easy. He moved his hands to lace through Landons and brought the other males hands up to his lips to kiss them. “What I’m trying to say is. I really like you too, so much, and I just wanna make you happy.”

Landon

Landon didn’t know that was exactly what he wanted to hear and the relief he felt was huge. Him and Roman were not together anymore but the connection there was between them...it was always going to be there. It didn’t mean what he felt for someone else was any less and he was glad Loren could understand that. Landon chuckled, shaking his head. “You know we’re both a rambling mess, right?” Before the other could answer, he was pulling him in for another kiss, trying to say what he was really thinking without using his words. “You do make me happy, you have no idea how much. And you’re not rushing me. If...um if that’s something you might...want?”

Loren

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips and he was shaking his head. Landon was right again, they were both just rambling away. But it was cute, so fucking cute. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a really long time, and he never even realized he still could. Everything was so different with Landon and he craved the feelings he got from him. He went to open his mouth and speak, but before he could say anything, Landon was kissing him again. He moved his hands to wrap around the smallers waist and held his body tight against his own. He didn’t wanna let go. But he was glad that when he did, Landon said exactly what he was thinking. “It is. You are definitely something I want” he assured. Leaning in to kiss Landon again this time with a lot more passion. As if that were even possible.

Landon

Landon felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He knew there was more they’d have to discuss before Loren left for France and that it wasn’t going to be easy with them so far away from each other but at least he knew they both felt the same way and that was going to have to be enough for now. He kissed Loren back and gave him as good as he got, running his fingers through his hair and occasionally pulling. “I’m going to miss you so much”, he mumbled against his lips, before they were back at it and talking was no longer an option. Instead he showed him with his actions and by letting out a few quiet moans fall from his lips.

Loren

Loren truly felt like he was flying at the moment. If it wasn’t for Landon holding onto him and tugging his hair. He probably would have floated right off of the roof and onto cloud 9. “I’m gonna miss you too. So fuckin much. You have no idea” he mumbled back against the others lips. Continuing to kiss him as he moved his hands to remove Landons shirt. This wasn’t stopping now, and the way Loren was feeling. He needed to be inside of him, or vice versa. Once Landons shirt was off he removed his own and grabbed Landons face as he kissed him harder. His tongue gliding over the smallers lips to push into his mouth to make sure he tasted every bit of him.

Landon

Landon was quick to get with the program and he helped Loren get his shirt off. Once that was thrown somewhere on the ground behind them, he got to work on helping him get his own shirt off until they were both shirtless, their skin touching. He thought their time together at the Throuple party was amazing but in reality it didn’t hold a candle to what they were doing now. There was no rush to get off and no need to worry about who could be seeing them right now. And they weren’t drunk which allowed Landon to feel what they were doing to the fullest. Having just admitted their feelings to each other only made the moment even more electric. Landon unbuckled Loren’s belt and unbuttoned his trousers, tugging them down while making sure their lips didn’t leave each other’s. He did pull off for long enough to whisper in Loren’s ear. “You’re going to give me something to remember you by while you’re gone?”

Loren

The feeling of Landons bare skin against his own, set his entire body ablaze. Their kisses sending electric shocks through his entire being. God, this was so much better than what they shared at throuple. Even with the urgency, it was somehow slowed and more intimate. The confirmation of feelings between the two only make the moment that more intense. Landons hands moved to work on his belt, and Loren immediate reciprocated. Pulling Landons belt from his pants and working on getting them off. Before moving his hands to the smallers ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Their lips never breaking their need to be attached until Landon moved to whisper in his ear. “Oh yeah, you are definitely going to remember me” he breathed out through soft moans of desire. With those words said, Loren leaned in and bit down on Landons shoulder. Sucking on the bite mark once it was made to leave a pretty good sized bruise upon his skin.

Landon

Landon was loving the feeling of hands on his body, especially when they went to his ass to squeeze and he whined in pleasure. That was probably only a taste of what was to come and he couldn't be more excited. He was pretty successful at keeping his moans and sounds of pleasure contained but that all went out the window when Loren bit down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. He loved knowing that days from now he would still have a little physical reminder of what they were doing on the roof today and he would have a way to remember Loren even once he left for France. Landon moved his head to the side to give him more access to his neck while he moved his hand to Loren's cock and gave him a firm squeeze over his underwear. "I'll make sure to make it worth your while so you remember me too."

Loren

It was impossible for Loren to get Landon close enough. Even with their bodies pressed flesh to flesh, he needed more. His lips kissing up the side of Landon’s neck ravenously. Letting his hard breaths fall against the wetness his lips left behind. “oh shiiiit” he hissed as Landon grabbed hold of his cock. His knees almost buckling at the feeling of Landons hand teasing him over his underwear. Lifting his head he moved his hands to cup Landons face letting his tongue run over his lips. His eyes desperately begging the other male to touch him. “Oh, there’s no way I could forget you, darling. That’s a promise” he breathed out with need. Letting his hands travel down Landons chest until his fingers hooked through his underwear. His lips following pursuit as he nibbled and kissed at his skin. Once he was on his knees in front of the other, he pulled down Landons underwear. Grabbing a hold of his cock and taking him into his mouth. As his eyes gazed back up at him to watch his expression.

Landon

Landon shivered at the feeling of cold air being blown over wet skin and he pressed his fingers harder into Loren's skin, that would probably be leaving a mark. Loren's words were just what he needed to ease his worries. He knew they said they liked each other and they were going to be giving it a try but being so far away from each other...Landon couldn't help but worry he would forget all about him once he got to France with all the attractive people talking French he was sure were around. How could he keep worrying about that when Loren was literally promising he wouldn't forget him though? He bit his lip as Loren kissed down his chest until he was on his knees but he couldn't hold back a loud moan when his lips finally wrapped around his cock and he took him in his mouth. "Ah fuck", he said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure. When he got himself under control again he started thrusting his hips and looked down, watching the way Loren was just taking it. "You look beautiful."

Loren

Loren just wanted Landon to feel safe with him. Like he could just let go and trust him with anything and everything. Even with the distance that would soon be placed between them. Loren wanted him to know that he belonged to only him. He grabbed hold of Landons hips, digging his fingers into his skin as the other male let out a lustful moan. His hips soon thrusting in and out of his mouth as he relaxed his throat to take his entire length. “Mmm” he hummed. His eyes gazing up at the beautiful man currently looking down at him with desire. He had never been called beautiful while in this position before and that only made him want to please Landon even more. Opening his mouth wider to let the other male thrust against his tongue. He slid his hands back to his ass. Squeezing hard as he pulled his cheeks apart and tasting the sweet and salty precum the other left along his tongue. His lips soon closed around the head of Landons cock as he let his fingers tease at his opening. Sucking on his tip hard before swallowing him once again to the back of his throat.

Landon

It was mesmerising to see the way Loren was taking him in so well and wrecking havoc on his body with the pleasure he was feeling. How did he get so lucky as to get someone like Loren looking up with him with such trust and desire? Landon wasn't sure but, whatever it was, he was grateful for it. Knowing this was probably going to be their last chance together before Loren left for France only made it more special. His eyes widened and he gasped when he felt Loren's fingers teasing at his opening and he bit his lip, knowing he wasn't going to last long if they kept going like this. Landon grabbed Loren by the shoulders and pushed him back, needing a moment to control himself then he lay down on the blanket and pulled the other on top of him. "I want you to fuck me."

Loren

Loren was far from perfect and there was still many things the two didn’t know about each other. But the look of pleasure on Landons face as he continued to suck his cock. It told him everything he needed to know in the moment. The sounds coming from the other man only giving further confirmation to how captivated and turned on Loren was by him. Landon grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back, and Loren watched him as he laid back onto the blanket. Licking the remnants of precum from his lips as he was pulled over the others small frame. Pressing his lips to Landons in a devouring kiss, he placed his hands on the back of his knees. Leaning down soon after to lick and moisten his entrance to prepare him for his length. Aligning his cock to where it needed to be, he pressed slowly into Landon and reconnected their lips. Kissing him with a slow intense fervor as he let him adjust to his size.

Landon

As Loren pressed him down onto the blanket and kissed him, Landon could taste himself on the other's tongue and he moaned, loving the meaning behind it. He moaned at the feeling of his tongue against his entrance and he squirmed at the pleasure that coursed through his body at the action. All he wanted at that moment was to finally get the other boy inside him. He'd been thinking about it since the moment on the dance floor at Throuple and that's what convinced his drunk brain to text Loren and ask him to meet him at the bathroom. At the time he was disappointed when he got no reply but now he couldn't help but feel glad that nothing else happened that night. It made this moment even more special and exciting. The romantic part of him couldn't help but think of how they were going to have sex for the first time under the stars. Landon whined when Loren started pressing his cock slowly inside him and he grabbed onto his shoulders again for leverage. His last time with Roman was the last time Landon had anyone inside of him and so it'd been a while and needed a little longer to get used to it but it didn't seem like Loren minded the wait too much. He kissed him back with the same intensity and slowly started moving his hips. "Y-you can move."

Loren

The confirmation from Landons lips that he was ready to accept what he had to offer, made Loren smile against their kiss. His hand moving to grip the side of Landons neck as he began to slowly thrust in and out of him. He loved taking it slow with Landon, enjoying the feeling of his tightness around his girth. It made his entire body shake with pleasure. But he wasn’t sure how long he could last before tearing into him like he was the gift he has always wanted. “Oh fuck” he moaned as his hand tightened around the side of Landons neck. His fingers gripping and digging into the back of his head as he began to thrust into him harder. His speed barely increasing as he let himself bottom out on him. “Shit baby you feel so fucking good” he breathed out. Finally increasing his speed as he bit into a Landons lower lip and sucked it into a rough kiss.

Landon

Landon couldn't have even imagined that it would feel so good and he was so glad this was the way their night was turning out. He could feel Loren move inside of him, pulling out and then pushing back in, tearing constant sounds of pleasure from his lips. Loren's hand tightened against his neck and it only made him moan harder, craving his touch all over his body. "Fuck, feels so good", he said, throwing his head back and letting himself enjoy the moment. He knew he was in safe hands and could trust Loren to take care of him like he craved to be taken care of in this moment. Landon was more than happy to kiss back, sometimes pulling back to bite down Loren's neck then going back to his kiss-swollen lips. "Harder, give it to me harder."

Loren

Jesus, Landon really couldn’t be more sexy if he tried. Every sound coming from his lips, and the rotation of his hips. Loren was completely reeling in ecstasy. “Mmm, you like it rough?” he asked through hard breaths against Landons lips. He let his teeth scrape against Landons chin before biting at his jawline and moving his kisses to his neck. His thrusts becoming harder and more prominent with each rotation of his hips. The sound coming from his own lips now were nothing less than pure pleasure. He moved his free hand to Landons cock and began to stroke him, squeezing firmly around his neck with the other as he continued to thrust harder and harder. “I wanna make you come so hard” he growled against Landons jawline. Letting his tongue slide along the side of his face to pull on his earlobe with his teeth.

Landon

It wasn't something he told a lot of people and it would usually take him a little longer to admit it but Landon always tended to enjoy a bit of rough sex. He didn't get to partake in it very often but when he did it always rocked his world and left him smiling for days. This was clearly going to be one of those times and he loved it. "Uh-huh, love it a little rough", he got out through pants and moans. All that could be heard at this point was the sound of skin slapping against and the loud noises of their pleasure which only made Landon feel more turned on. "Ah!" Landon but his lip to try and keep it down but it was hard with the other's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking and squeezing firmly. With Loren fucking him harder and stroking his cock, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer and the nips and bites all over his neck were not helping. HIs neck had always been one of his most sensitive places and Loren was clearly taking advantage of that. "I'm close. Fuck Loren, almost there."

Loren

Hearing that Landon was close sent orgasmic waves of pleasure through his entire body. He loved getting people off. Especially people he had strong feelings for. The words only made him stroke Landon faster as he thrusted harder into his prostate. “I want you to cum so fucking hard for me baby” he demanded. Moving his thumb over Landons throat to press against his Adam’s apple. “Fu-uuck I’m gonna cum” he moaned. His hips jerking in random uncontrollable thrusts as his orgasm began to take over.

Landon

The fast strokes to his cock and the stimulation to his prostrate was just what he needed to finally reach his climax, coming with a long drawn out moan and scratching his nails down Loren’s back in pleasure. Landon knew the other was close so he ignored his sensitivity and kept moving his hips, trying his best to get Loren to cum as well. He bit his lip when he reached his orgasm and didn’t take his eyes off him. It was a sight to see. It took a while for both of them to get their breathing under control again but when they did Landon grinned. “That was amazing. Definitely something I will remember while you’re in France.”

Loren

Loren practically collapsed on Landon after they both came. His entire body was still shaking with pleasure, and a wide smile spread across his lips. “Yeah” he chuckled. “You’re amazing” he added. Kissing Landons nose and then his lips before rolling off of him and laying by his side. “Oh you’ll definitely remember” he chuckled. Letting his finger trace over the multiple hickies he left on his neck and shoulder. “I’m definitely gonna remember too. I wish I didn’t have to go.” Loren gazed up at the stars for a moment as he took Landons hand into his own. “So...” he breathed out. Turning to face Landon once more. “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

Landon

Landon cuddled closer when the other rolled off him. Rough sex was something he enjoyed but he was always a cuddler afterwards and this time was no different. He smiled but he wasn’t sure if it really reached his eyes. Knowing that Loren really needed to go because of his grandma and he didn’t have any other choice didn’t make it any easier to accept. It sucked that he was leaving so soon after what happened between them but he wanted to look on the bright side. At least he wasn’t leaving without them talking about it. His question was expected but still made him nervous. Was he ready to do something like this again? Probably not and things in his life were still a mess but he really did like Loren and he didn’t think the way he looked would have made any difference to the way they connected, regardless of what a certain someone kept telling him. “Do you want me to be?” The least they could do was to give it a try and give them a chance.

Loren

Loren gladly wrapped his arm around Landon when he snuggled into him. Letting his head rest against the others as he looked into his eyes. Sure he knew Landon was Romans ex, and the fact they had many similarities was probably confusing. But Loren didn’t really let any of them come into play when it came to how he felt. He knew Landon loved Roman, and that was okay with him. As long as Landon made room for him in his heart too, and didn’t cheat on him. “Yeah, I do” he nodded. “I’d like that a lot actually” he said honestly. “ but I totally get it if you want to wait until I come back. Or if you just need more time.” Loren always tried to be as understanding as he could about these things. Relationships never came easy for him. But he was willing to risk everything for Landon, and that had to mean something right?

Landon

There was a part of him that was always going to love Roman. He tried denying it in the past and it only ended in disaster so he wasn’t going o do that anymore. There was too much history between them and he was at a point we’re he was truly okay with it. Did he deserve to move on just like everyone else? It was probably still too early to have what he and Loren have as love but he felt like it could be, with some time. “I want that too”, he admitted with a smile. It was a pity that his boyfriend was leaving right after this but something had been going through Landon’s mind during their conversation. “You know...I’ve been saying for a while that I need a break. Maybe I could visit for a few days at some point? It’s okay if you don’t want to! But...yeah.”

Loren

Landons response made Loren’s heart skip a beat. Things were still so new between the two of them, but it was so refreshing. Landon always made him feel like he was the only person who mattered when they were together. He made all his troubles fade away, and he hoped he did the same for him. The smile on his face was so big now, his entire face was smiling. He squeezed Landon gently and kissed his forehead. “I would love that so much. So so much actually.” Loren was doing this whole thing with his grandmother on his own. So, the idea of Landon coming to be with him melted his heart. “Besides, it would be nice if my Grand-mère could meet my boyfriend before she passes on.”

Landon

It all felt so surreal, Landon could barely believe he had a boyfriend now. And that it was someone he liked so much. He wasn’t sure how his suggestion to visit him in France would be received. It was something he really wanted to do, both because he needed a break from life around Kingsboro and because he wanted to be there for Loren during a hard period in his life. But he didn’t want to be overbearing and give the impression of being clingy so it was a relief when Loren agreed. The idea of meeting the other’s grandma was bitter sweet. Knowing his boyfriend wanted him to meet her made warmth spread through his body but he wished it was under different circumstances. “There are some things I need to settle before I go but...yeah, I would love to come. And I would love to meet her.”

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Zoo break in. | Ro, Khai, and Jay

Discord thread featuring: Roman, @jayceelynd, and @malakhai-ozera

Where: A park, and the Zoo

When: A random ass day

Description: Jay, Ro, and Khai get high on molly, and just do weird shit tbh.

Trigger Warnings: drugs, no surprise there. beginnings of messing around, but fade to black.

Khai

It wasn’t like Khai had never popped molly by himself before. But he really didn’t feel like being alone. The guy he was supposed to stay with for the night, bailed on him for what seemed like the 100th time. So why not have a little fun with people he truly considered to be friends. He didn’t have very many of those after all, being the loner that he was. Pulling up to the park in his fancy sports car he wondered if it would be messed with. Not that he really cared. It was just home to all his shit at the moment, and although he could afford a place to stash it. For some unknown reason he hadn’t settled on a place yet. You would think after twenty years he would have his shit together, but that was a story for another time. He locked up his car and headed toward the swings, taking a seat on one of them before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. “Yo, I’m over here” he called out. Letting his friends know he was there once he spotted them.

Jaycee

Jaycee was excited to be hanging out with her long time friend Khai with her favorite person, Roman. Smirking at him she grabbed his shirt and pecked his lips before driving to the park. They were always living their lives that most wouldn’t approve of, but they never cared nor probably would for that matter. Putting the car in park, once they got there. “You ready?” She asked him with a smirk while climbing out of the car and locking it up behind them. “Have you hung out with Khai?” She asked him curiously as they looked for him. Looking into the direction she saw him on the swing and laughed. “OoOo swings!” She said excitedly. Not feeling the need to really introduce them, seeing they probably knew one another since the three of them were in a group text and all. Hugging Khai she hummed. “How are you?” She asked before pulling back to let the other two greet one another.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman informed Jaycee that he had hung out with Khai before, and was more than happy to see him again as they crossed the park. He was still laughing at jay being excited about the swings as he waved at the other male. “Hey mate! Lookin’ brill.” Roman leaned in to grab Khai’s hand, and pulled him in for a half hug.

Khai

As Jaycee and Roman approached him, he stood from the swing and smiled at them both. “I’m good” he replied, Pulling Jaycee into a tight hug before kissing her forehead. “Hey yourself” he winked at Roman. Letting him pull him in for a hug as well. The guy always looked good, the moonlight only highlighting his already intense features. “I’m glad you guys could make it. I thought I was gonna have to blow up by myself again. Which isn’t as fun” he chuckled before taking another pull from his cigarette.

Jaycee

Smiling as he kissed her on the forehead she watched Roman and Khai hugging it out. Intrigued by their interaction with one another as she hopped up on a swing and started to swing. Jaycees thoughts going to all of Khais belongings in his car getting her lost in her thoughts while swinging. “Why wouldn’t we come, of course we want to have fun with you” she smiled at him. Jaycee wondered if Roman had the same thoughts of what they saw in his car. “So whatcha got?” She asked as she couldn’t help but the giggle as she leaned back letting the swing take her for a ride.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman liked hanging out with Khai a lot. He was quiet, a perhaps a bit shy, but there was something about the male that really intrigued Ro to want to know more. Plus, he was fucking beautiful. So. There’s that. Roman watched as Jaycee of course moved right over to the swings where she was apparently at home. Good to know. “We’re not even high yet, and you’re giggling on the swings?” Roman asked with a wide smile while he crossed his arms.

Khai

Khai could think of at least a hundred reasons to why they wouldn’t want to come. But most of those were due to his insecurities at the moment. “I got some white magic... Molly” he added to clarify. He stuffed his hand into his front pocket and pulled the little baggy containing the pills out before looking over to Roman. “She’s high on life, mate” he chuckled shaking his head. “We just need to get on her level” he mused. Raising his brow slightly with his words as he took a step closer to the other male. “What’ll it be? One shot, two shots... or how ‘bout I just surprise you?” He dumped the pills into his hand and stood in front of Roman with a devilish grin. “Open up and say please” he insisted. Waiting for the other to oblige before placing two small white pills onto his tongue.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜03/26/2020

Ro’s eyebrow lifted when Khai got in front of him with the bag of pills, those large hazel eyes enticing him to choose the surprise option. With those lashes, he’d let the guy do whatever he wanted. “Ohhh...I like the way you operate.” Roman replied easily, keeping his eye contact with the other male before parting his lips, tongue ready to accept his prize. He could obey...sometimes.

Jaycee03/26/2020

Jaycee started to slow down on the swing when she heard him mention white magic. Watching them was definitely something that only can be explained in her crazy head as hot. She just sat there watching them as she chewed on her bottom lip.

Khai03/26/2020

Khai continued to keep eye contact with Roman until both pills were inserted and swallowed. His grin only slightly disappearing as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He turned to face Jaycee and made his way over to her. Her legs placed between his as he stood straddled over her on the swing. “Now you m’lady” he continued to grin. Letting his finger trail lazily over her bottom lip after inserting two pills into her mouth. “Don’t say I never gave you anything” he teased. Popping the last two pills into his mouth and swallowing them dry before joining her on the swings.(edited)

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman liked to have a good time, shocking, I know, but in trying to fathom what tonight was going to hold, Ro just let himself space off. He watched Khai give some pills to Jaycee, and then himself, wondering if he was in the mood to either swing, or maybe hit up the jungle gym. “Oh wow.” He muttered with a small chuckle when he walked over, and realized he was the exact same height as the jungle gym. “Don’t remember this shit being so small.” He complained before pulling himself up to sit on the top.

Jaycee

Jaycee was sitting there, her lips parted when his lazily trailed over her bottom lip. Swallowing the pills dry she whispered “thank you” tightening her grip on the swings chains as she watched him walk over to his own swim. Remembering the little surprise with ice cubes he’d mentioned to her before. “You two are like giants!” She said as she giggled. “You’re king of the worrrlllllddd” she cheered not caring who heard her at this point. Jaycee was always just down to enjoy life, and with good company how could this night go wrong!?

Khai03/26/2020

Khai couldn’t help but laugh as Roman approached the jungle gym and Jaycee began cheering him on. “Hey man, don’t fall through there. I’ve done that before and I promise... it looks like a short fall. But it hurts.” He continued to chuckle as he pumped his legs, swinging higher and higher.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜03/26/2020

Roman smirked when he heard his friends both cheering him on, and warning him of possible danger. Ro had yet to eat anything today, so the molly was already starting to take effect, flowing all through his body in the best was as he rolled his head to crack his neck. He then swiveled around so he could lay back on the top of the bars, looking up at the sky from high up. Trippy.

Khai03/26/2020

The molly was already taking effect on Khai as well. Heating up his body from the inside out as he felt the cool wind brush against his face on the swing. It probably wasn’t a brilliant idea but with one thought, he jumped from the swing. Landing on his feet but initially falling back onto his ass and laying on the ground. “Fuck...” he laughed. His tone a bit gritty as he tilted his head back to look at Jaycee to see how far he jumped. “I think I lost my cigarette” he realized, sitting up and dusting off the back of his arms.

Jaycee

Jaycee was humming as she felt the molly take effect on her tiny body. “This feels amazing” she groaned. “Woah” she said in awe of her friend jumping. Deciding she was going to jump and try to flip with her gymnastic and dance background it should be easy right? Well we’re talking about Jaycee Beau Lynd right? She did a flip but rolled and laughed her ass off when she landed clearly not hurt. Looking over she rolled over into her hands an knees and saw his cigarette. “I found it” she said as she giggled holding it up. Looking over at Roman she smiled at her love. “Rooommmaaannn you good baby?” She asked as she decided to take a drag of the cigarette before letting Khai have it.March 27, 2020

Khai

“Holy fuckin’ shit” Khai exclaimed as Jaycee flipped off the swing. Watching her body roll across the ground before cheering when he discovered she was okay. “You’re a fuckin’ spider monkey” he laughed. Crawling over to her to grab his cigarette after she had taken a drag. “God, I needed this” he hummed. Laying his head into her lap as she called over to Ro.

Jaycee

Jaycee couldn’t help but to laugh at her friends reaction after calling out to her roommate asking if he was ok. Running her fingers through Khais hair as she laid back onto the ground. “I think we all did” she sighed as she got lost in feeling his hair between her fingers. Wondering where the night would go with them all. Her teeth were gritted as the molly courses through her body, releasing a hum as she swore she could feel every molecule that touched her skin.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring up at the sky before it clicked that his friends were calling for him. He turned around like he would on his bed, laying uncomfortably on his side on top of the monkey bars. Yeah, he wasn’t so sure why he’d done this, and for some reason it tripped him out that Jaycee and Khai were on the ground. When did that happen? “Why’re you’re guys in the dirt?” He asked with his thick Manchester accent, a look of pure confusion, but fascination on his face.

Khai

Khai let his eyes close for a moment as Jaycee stroked his hair. The feeling of her fingertips brushing against his scalp sending waves of good vibrations all throughout his body. Opening his eyes again once he heard Roman respond he looked over at him with amusement. He didn’t look comfortable at all but still some how attractive in his twisted side position. “Because it feels good. We like dirt” he announced a bit louder than his usual tone. “Get over here and join us you bloke” he laughed. Reaching his hands out toward Ro to try and coax him in without lifting his head from Jaycee’s lap.

Jaycee

“I want to have an accent like y’all. I’m stuck with this stupid one” she said in her thick southern draw as she giggled. Looking over at Roman smiling knowing he couldn’t be comfortable. “It’s cool in the dirt” she said simply as she continues to run her nails lazily over Khai’s scalp, enjoying the softness of his hair. “I’ll rub your head too” she said trying to coax him down.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Ro just laughed when Jaycee made her comment about their accents, but then pouted because he loved her southern accent. “I love you southern drawl!” Roman did his best impression right after her, doing his best now to get down without seriously hurting himself. It would be quite shocking if he managed to pull that off. “Damn right you’ll be rubbing my head!” Ro joked like a five year old before tripping over his own goddamn feet on his way over to the two. He plopped down right next to Khai, and on e again found himself on his back with a deep sigh. “This is my favorite white shirt by the way. It’ll be dirty now, and it’s all your fault - the both of you.”(edited)

Khai

It was amusing to Khai watching Roman mimic Jaycee’s southern drawl. His eyes following the other male as he tripped lazily over to them, a smile mindlessly pulling at his lips. “I think we should just talk like Jaycee all night long” he suggested. Mostly just talking out loud. As Ro laid next to him and placed his head side by side with his on Jaycee’s lap he draped his leg over the others. “Don’t those come in like a package of six?” he asked with a chuckle. Pulling lightly on the collar of Ro’s shirt with a grin. “Do you wanna wear mine? I don’t mind gettin’ a bit dirty.”(edited)

Jaycee

“I will smack you both I swear to god” she said in her accent not even trying anymore. Laughing as she sighed now that she had both of them in her reach and ran her fingers through Romans soft curly hair, scratching his scalp like she always does before massaging. “We do have a washing machine and I know how to treat clothes” she stated in a matter of fact tone as she picked on Roman. Laughing at Khai’s remark. “This one is his special one of the lot” she said in a pretty good British accent and smiled brightly at how proud she was. “Dirty is good” she hummed.(edited)March 28, 2020

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman definitely wouldn’t be quite this dramatic over a white T-shirt if he wasn’t high as a kite, but alas. “Mm - no, it’s fine.” He chuckled a bit, looking over at Khai after his offer, and of course letting his mind go to a naughty place at the mention of him not minding to get dirty. He leaned his head back to glare up at Jaycee when she did a British accent, but then laughed because he deserved that. “I hope no one comes around here today or else we might get reported.” He giggled. They were being so fucking weird laying in the middle of the dirt all tangled together, which I guess makes sense since they were on drugs. “We woulda been so happy in the middle of Woodstock.”

Khai

Khai continued to lay there as he gazed up at the sky. His arms cross lazily over his chest and stomach as he listened to Romans concerns about someone else coming around. Which immediately resulted in a way too bad idea. Popping up from Jaycee’s lap in one quick movement he looked back at his friends. “Shit... you know what we should do? We should go break into the zoo and see the tigers. That would be bad ass.” It was already getting dark so he was sure they could get away with it. As sure as he could be while under the influence of mdma.

Jaycee

“Don’t you glare at me” she laughed with an arched brow towards Roman. Playfully tugging on his hair. I bet they would have , had a blast at Woodstock she thought to herself. Sitting up when Khai popped eyes wide to what he said and looked down at Roman. “I mean down for anything exciting. Again I rest my case on the bad influencers in this group” pointing at Khai as she stuck her tongue between her teeth and smiled. “Can we bring home a baby koala or something baby” she asked all excited.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman actually shot up with excitement himself when Khai threw out his idea, wondering why in the hell he hadn’t thought of that himself. “I’m totally fine with bringing home a Koala. This is a perfect fucking idea, what the fuckkkk?!” Yeah, he was...he was really gone. “Wait...who’s driving though?” Definitely wasn’t gonna be him, unless they all wanted to die.

Khai

“I’m not a bad influencer. This is a brilliant fuckin’ idea. Right Ro?” he asked, smiling wide at the others reaction. “I can drive, I don’t mind. But I’ll have to get some shit out of my car.” Khai definitely drove way more than he probably should while under the influence, but he was a good driver. A bit reckless but good. He didn’t really worry about it. Besides his 2019 Porsche Panamera Turbo was calling his name.(edited)

Jaycee

Scuffing in laughter as she rolled and got up from her hands and knees, dusting any dirt off of her. “I want a baby koala!” She giggled excitedly with her hand on her flat stomach. Wobbling a bit but still had a smile on her face. “I’ve been in the car with him really shit faced so, I’m down” she shrugged as she waited for Romans response. “I’m small enough to squeeze in somewhere I’m sure” she waved her hand forgetting how much stuff she saw in his car.

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

“Man, this is such a nice car.” Roman complimented his friend as he walked around the vehicle, remembering a time when he used to be so obsessed with cars. He didn’t have the time or money for that anymore. Hendrix of course did notice all the things in the other male’s car, but he didn’t want to embarrass him, or put him on the spot. He could inquire about it at a different time. “I’ve never actually been to the zoo out here.”(edited)

Khai

“Thanks, mate” he smiled as the trio approached his car. He pulled out his keys to unlock the doors and pulled the drivers side door open before turning to J. “Hey, can I put some of this shit in your car for now?” he asked. It was a quick process of moving tote bags from one car to the other before they were all seated comfortably and on their way to the zoo. “Me either, but tigers are like my spirit animal. Especially white tigers” he nodded. Getting a bit deep in his conversation mostly due to being high as a kite. He drove a bit fast, shifting gears as he hit the highway. Cruising at about 75 mph as he pushed himself back into his seat to feel its comfort and grinding his teeth.

Jaycee

After getting the things into the back of her car, she got into the backseat since she was definitely the shortest of the trio. Leaning forward as they cruised fast down the highway. “They’re really majestic. I have no idea what my spirit animal is. Every says I’m like a little spider monkey. Is that bad?” She as while leaning into the seat, enjoying the vibrations coming from his car. “I want to buy a Tesla so bad, but I’m trying to be a good girl” she huffed playfully. “The suv model though” and did her arms upward like the doors did while giggling. Jaycee hadn’t bought a new car since high school and never wanted to really flash her money around like that. Still feeling as though it wasn’t hers to touch. “Everyone feeling good?” She asked through a clenched jaw.March 29, 2020

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman just stared out the window while the others made small talk, namely Jaycee. She was adorable, always feeling like she needed to fill the silence. For as outspoken and social as Roman was, he sometimes didn’t talk very much at all. He just observed, and listened. He was good at listening. Well, not now cause he was pressing his nose to the backseat window, feeling like he was actually moving along the road without being in a car weird. “Hm?” He turned to look at Jaycee, and then just smiled, because he didn’t even know what she said. Oops. “We at the zoo yet?” It had only been like five minutes, but Ro felt like it had been forever.

Khai

"The suv model is pretty bad ass. I almost got a Tesla myself. But, this car was just purring my name like an untamed wild cat" he mused. He shifted his vision between the road and the rear view so that he could see Jaycee as she spoke. The speed of the car only increasing once he turned the radio on. Driving to the beat of the music was only one of his many bad habits. "We're almost there" he shouted over to Roman. Noticing the other male was getting a bit lost in the passing lights as they zoomed by. "Don't zone out on me too fast, mate. The parties just getting started" he encouraged. Belting out the song on the radio at the top of his lungs soon after.

Jaycee

Leaning her head back as she nodded her head in agreeing to, Khai. Who knows maybe she’d splurge on herself and get one. Looking over at Roman she shook her head smiling. He was about to fade out and was thankful Khai turned the radio up and closed her eyes as he sang. She knew they were close to the zoo so she continued to let the vibrations of the car soothe her, vibrating her body. Slowly finding herself quietly singing along with Khai then slowly dancing with a smile on her lips. It feels like the time passed with the singing along as she falls into her door when Khai turns into the parking lot. “Woah” she laughed softly, taking her seatbelt off waiting to get out. “I can’t wait to hold my new baby”(edited)March 30, 2020

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜

Roman didn’t even remember getting to the zoo honestly. He did hear Khai shouting at him, and then singing in a pitch that was borderline only to be heard by dogs. Ro was also aware of Jaycee slamming into the door shortly after. But here they were, still talking about stealing koala’s, and Roman didn’t even know if they were joking or not anymore. “How do we get in?” Ro asked curiously as they walked up to the entrance, and looked around. Of course he was eyeing the security cameras around, wondering if maybe this was the dumbest thing he’d ever agreed to do.

Khai

Standing outside the entrance of the zoo, Khai pulled out another cigarette and placed it between his lips. Lighting it up and inhaling it deeply as he looked around at the same security cameras Ro was focusing in on. “We might have to just climb the fence. Or go through one of the exhibits.” He knew this was a terrible idea but he went with it anyway. The look of excitement on Jaycee’s face to hold a baby koala fueling his need to please. Flicking his cigarette away after a couple more drags he placed his hands on the fence and peered through the gate. “I bet we could get in over there” he pointed. Not really sure what that particular exhibit was home to.

Jaycee

Jaycee literally just stood there following pursuit of whatever was going down. Playing with her hair was a think she did when she was feeling a little nervous, but quickly forgot about the nerves when the hair playing calmed her. “Should I climb through and unlock?” She asked out of curiosity. Was she really going to hold a baby koala!! Is this real life right now!? She didn’t even care, she wanted to play in the zoo with her two favorite people. She knew of the cameras but ignored them, if she didn’t she’d flip out. Wrapping her arms around their shoulders, literally standing on her tippy toes giggling. “Or you two can hoist me up!” She took turns smiling up at them.April 1, 2020

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“I have a hard time believing it’ll be as easy as unlocking it from the inside. I’d say we need a key.” Even in his drugged out state, Roman had enough common sense to at least attempt thinking things though. Well, not really since he was wanting to take home a koala. “Let’s go in through that enclosure. Khai’s right, looks kinda easy to rig.” Roman ducked his head over towards their right before he was helping both Jaycee, and Khai over the enclosure. He had long legs, and was tall as fuck, so Ro easily made his way over to the other side by himself. “Okay...so, let’s hurry the fuck up, and get out of this enclosure before we wake up whatever the fuck lives here.” Roman would straight up scream if he got charged at by a goddamn rhino.(edited)

Khai

Khai nodded his head as Roman agreed with him and within a matter of moments they were standing in the open enclosure. Looking around he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry, mate. As long as we can out run each other we should be fine” he joked. Jumping onto Romans back playfully as they moved their way through the enclosure to find an exit. “I love you guys! You know that?” he asked with a wide smile. The effects of the drugs influencing his emotions as they scrambled with adrenaline.

Jaycee

Jaycee dusted her hands off on her ripped jeans and looked around in amazement. She was really about to get a baby koala for her and Romans house. This was going to be an awesome night. Giggling at the boys she walked up behind them and smacked both of their asses before going around them, looking around at how big this place was. “I am like, in awe of this place.” She walked forward looking for an exit sign and finally found on “come on” she whispered still somehow in a damn draw. Must be the drugs, who knows. Turning the door knob she heard a loud snap, quickly turning her head to see a couple of giraffes in awe, pointing up behind the boys unable to say anything, motioning them to slowly come her way.April 2, 2020

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Roman caught Khai when he jumped up onto his back, adjusting the other male’s legs so that he was easily holding him in backpack position. Yes, this was totally normal. Ro turned to look back at Jaycee before she smacked them on the ass, letting her lead the way to where they needed to be to get out of the enclosure. When she pointed behind them, Roman didn’t even want to look. He may end up screaming, and that would not be in their favor at the moment. He just focused on getting on the other side of this gate. Once they were through, Ro let Khai down, and then looked around to see where they had been. “Fucking giraffes?? Yeah, we’re not leaving the same way we came in. Fuck me!”

Khai

Standing now on the other side of the enclosure, Khai couldn't help but to laugh. Roman's response to the giraffes tickling him from the inside out as he doubled over in uncontrollable laughter. "Fuckin' hell, mate. If we live through this I'm gonna have to remember to never let you live this moment down." Turning to Jaycee with a wide smile still painted on his face. He draped his arm heavily over her shoulder and pulled himself closer to her. "Lead the way Koala Queen. I'm getting antsy and really need a drink." Reaching his free arm out he draped it over Roman's shoulder as well and pulled him in. "Which way to the out now?"(edited)

Jaycee

Jaycee couldn’t help but to laugh at the expressive terror on Romans face as they left the enclosure. Placing her hand on her stomach at the ache forming from laughter. “Oh my god, I love you two” she said giggling still. Holding onto the hand draped over her shoulder she walked them towards the little map and found her to the enclosure and made the poutiest face possible, it’s pitiful but baby anything melts her. “Oh my god.” She did a little exited dance before finding the door and sneaking in quietly. Looking around she slipped out of their little connection they had going on, looking closely to find her new baby. Walking up to a sleeping little baby gently picking it up, baby talking to it as the little baby koala wrapped its arms around her neck, causing Jaycee to have an awe expression. “You guuyyyss” she whispered as she walked up to them so they could pet the new baby. God the fur was so fucking soft.(edited)April 5, 2020

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Roman shot Khai a playful glare when he gave him shit for his reaction to being literally right next to the damn things. “Listen. They may be beautiful, and even magestic, some would say, however - I can’t think of a single good thing that comes from standing right next to one. I can admire from a distance, Khai, a distance.” He gestured at his friend before Jaycee was pulling their attention elsewhere with her little excited dance. Once they were inside the koala enclosure, Roman was having a hard time remembering how they even got here from the playground. What the fuck was even happening? This was by far the most random thing he’d ever done. “Are we for real holding wild animals right now?” He asked with a snort.

Khai

Khai continued to laugh at Roman, unable to get over the amusement of his reaction. His playful glare only fueling the fire of laughter inside of him. “I mean, I can’t either. But it’s still funny as shit” he chuckled. Feeling Jaycee pull from his arm he watched her go in search of the baby koala. Now leaning into Roman with a smile as he watched Jayce pet it and pick it up. “We’re not just holding it. We’re taking it” he clarified to Ro as he turned to face him. “You ok with that?”

Jaycee

Jaycee just kept in her own world as they boys bantered back and forth as she loved on the baby koala, cooing at it. "You're now my baby, and I love you and will care for you forever and always" she said as she snuggled into the baby, rubbing her face against it's fur, humming. God this baby koala feels amazing. "Roman, can I please bring this baby home to love?" she walked up to him pouting a pitiful face ever as she begged him to be okay with it, while batting her eyes. Letting her eyes go from Roman and Khai.. "Please" she whispered as she wanted them to feel how soft the baby was.

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Roman shook his head while the both of them went on about taking a koala, because he had genuinely just been thinking they were kidding at that part. He was tripping, but not to that extent “Love on the koala, cuddle the koala, but we’re not taking it from the zoo.” He informed them both with a pointed finger, as if that somehow made what he was saying iron clad. “There are many reasons in which would explain perfectly why we can’t steal an animal from the zoo, and I’ll be glad to list them if I need to.” Roman talked a lot.

Khai

Khai’s smile turned into an all too pitiful pout as Roman put his foot down. “But...” he began, leaning his head onto Romans shoulder. “It’s so cute, and soft, and... and...” He heard a noise just then and his head shot up from his friends shoulder. “What was that?”(edited)

Jaycee

Jaycee literally looked like Roman just broke her heart by telling her no, her eyes watering up with a trembling chin. Walking the baby back to it's little perch she crossed her arms, being a brat as always. She knew if he said no, there was reasoning in it but she was still gonna pout, and if she was sober she'd agree with him, we all know this. She stopped in her tracks as she got up to the boys and held her breath trying to listen. "Let's just go" she said super softly. They'd have more fun at the house anyways, and was looking forward to sinking into the bed with these two sex gods standing before her.(edited)

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Roman’s shoulders sank when both Khai, and Jaycee acted like he’d just told them the world was coming to an end. To them right now, that was probably what it felt like. Since when was Roman in the position to be a parental figure?? This was truly quite bizarre. “Don’t act that way. I jus’ don’t wanna go to jail, or not have the right stuff to take care of a friggin’ koala.” He gestured towards the adorable animals that he most definitely was not leaving until he held. “We’re not going anywhere until I get my turn.” He informed both of his friends while pushing past them to grab a koala for himself.

Khai

It was quite easy for Khai to get distracted at the moment. The drugs he had ingested were numbing and enhancing him all at the same time. The sound he had heard had totally left his thoughts as he watched Roman make his way to the baby koala. A smile spreading across his lips as he watched him pick it up and coddle it. Sure he would have liked to pet it and hold it too. But there was that damn sound again. Was that an animal? Khai stuck his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and looked around the enclosure. “Do adult koalas attack? Like if their being protective of their offspring?” he asked. Concern clearly flooding into his way too relaxed tone. “I just don’t really wanna die unless it’s by a tiger ya know? I don’t think I could live with being mauled by a pissed off mama koala.” Obviously he wouldn’t be living with it if he were killed. But he was sure they got what he meant.(edited)

Jaycee

Jaycee was watching Roman with an awe expression as he cuddled to baby Koala, feeling a tug at her heart, and it was totally over the second Khai opened his mouth about being paranoid over an adult Koala. "Khai, I would not want to die from a mama or daddy Koala either. Who wants their obituary to say Jaycee Beau Lynd died at the hands of parental Koala's while breaking into an enclosure to pet the offspring" she doubled over laughing, but not too loud. Stopping her laughter when she heard the noise herself. "Stop it, I don't wanna get attacked" she swatted Khai's arm now that he put the horrible idea in her head. Then watching Roman she smiled as she watched him, is there anything that he wouldn't be cute with? Jaycee snuggled into Khai as she heard another noise hoping it was from another enclosure that was close cause that one was loud causing her to jump. "Roman.." she said worried. "Let's put the baby down, and agree to buy a spider monkey or baby koala when we get the proper stuffs" she said while biting her bottom lip.April 14, 2020

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Roman was usually in his own little world about 98% of the time. It was easier that way, and much more pleasant. He hadn’t really heard the noises that the others were talking about, his brain was kind of floaty, and he was holding a baby Koala. He looked up at Jaycee when she said his name though, wondering why she sounded so freaked out. Had he missed something? “Okay...” he knitted his brows together, and then slowly turned to put the baby animal back where it belonged. “Are we leaving then?” Ro asked while still looking between the two with an extremely confused expression.April 15, 2020

Khai

Jaycee slapped his arm and all he could do was laugh. He wasn’t sure anymore if he was freaked out or amused. But it all seemed like some weird lucid dream anyway. Before he knew it they were all standing in the parking lot again, waiting for him to unlock his car. How did they get here? It didn’t really matter, he was ready to move on to the next stupid idea anyway. Adventure always bubbling in his blood as he craved the adrenaline of a good time. “So... where to now? he asked with a bit of an enthusiastic chuckle. “Hopefully somewhere with alcohol. Cause I’m super fuckin’ parched.” It seemed like only a matter of seconds and they were all loaded into his Porsche once again. Heading toward their next destination.

Jaycee

“Yes we’re leaving” she smiled at Roman while playing with his soft curls. After they all safely got around whatever noise that was and to the car she giggled at them almost getting caught. “Oh my god that was so close” she said with her thick accent. “Khai! Have you ever known meto not have alcohol at my house!?” She joked as they rode down the highway. “Unless y’all wanna go elsewhere” she shrugged not caring where they went. “The hot tub is ready cause I turned it on this morning... Is that a bad idea heat when on molly?” She asked looking at the two men before her.

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Roman still wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, figuring that maybe his drugs hit him super hard a lot later than it should have. He barely even remembered getting back to the car, but once alcohol was mentioned, he was back in the game. “Yeah, we have a ton of liquor at the house. And getting in the hot tub is never a bad idea.” He added on to Jaycee’s statement. “Our rule though is no clothes in the hot tub. Go nude, or get out.” He said while dramatically holding his finger in the air.

Khai

As Jaycee and Roman put an emphasis on going back to their place, his smile only grew wider. Of course he was down to go there, they had alcohol. Besides, being somewhere more private was never a bad idea. Especially while rolling on Molly. Khai let out an amused chuckle as Roman shot his finger up into the air declaring nudity. His brow lifting as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in thought. Oh hell yeah, he was definitely down for that. “If you guys just wanna get me naked. All ya gotta do is ask” he mused. The drive back to Jaycee’s house seemed to go a whole lot quicker than their venture to the zoo. Maybe it was because time had become a bit illusionary. Or maybe he was just in a hurry to get naked. Either way, he was all smiles and anticipation as he pulled into the driveway.(edited)

Jaycee

Jaycee couldn’t help but the chew on her inner cheek with a small giggle. Of course she wanted to see them naked and wet in the hot tub. “We just have a thing for nudity, no judgement” she joked as she got out of the car and put the code in for the garage to open since her car was left at the park. Walking into the house making sure everyone was in she shut the garage door. “Should we get naked before the alcohol orrrr wait?” She asked as she slid her shirt up teasing the boys, letting them see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Only giving them a glimpse of the round globe of her tits, before she waved her finger at them while shaking her head no. She enjoyed teasing, it made things more interesting. Untying the flannel around her hips she tossed it on the table as she walked them through the kitchen and opened the liquor cabinet. “All ours” she said excitedly with a little dance. “Roman, wanna pick out music?” She asked him with a smirk.(edited)April 16, 2020

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Roman smirked when Jaycee asked about the timeliness of their nudity, already pulling his shirt up and off the second they even reached the front door. He loved fashion, but he loved being naked more. “I dunno about you all, but the nakedness begins now with me.” Ro’s jeans, and underwear were off within the next few seconds, kicking it all aside to worry about later as he made his way to Jaycee’s bar. One of them anyway. They had one out back as well by the pool, and hot tub. They were boujee bitches. Well, Jaycee was, and Roman enjoyed it.April 17, 2020

Khai

An attentive grin pulled at his lips as Jaycee teasingly raised her shirt and he rubbed the stumble on his chin as his eyes focused on her movements. Roman was already getting naked and Khai found himself following behind the pair with erotic ideations forming in his mind. As he approached the bar he looked at all the liquor in the cabinet on display and rubbed his lips together. “You choose” he smiled, looking over at Jaycee as she did a little dance. He hooked his finger under his shirt at his waistline and twisted it up around his hand flashing his lower abdomen. He wasn’t too shy to take his clothes off, but he liked the idea of taking his time. Especially since he stripped for a living. A mischievous grin pulled at his features as his own thoughts began giving him playful ideas. His gaze shifting between a beautifully sculpted naked man and an incredibly sexy woman. Maybe he’d just test the potency of the two molly hits he passed out early, and see how long it took them to take his clothes off for him.

Jaycee

Jaycee laughed as she watched Roman go for it. There’s plenty of times they just stayed naked and loved it. Jaycee herself began to undress not caring where any of her items went as they were flung around and grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured three shots each, putting them on a platter and grabbed the salt and lime. This could be fun. “Oh” she hisses while taking a lime and rubbing it over her harden nipples, as the juice runs down her flat stomach before sprinkling salt on them. Showing them what she had in mind as she stood there bare for them both to see. “Roman, I think we’re going to have to remove Khais pants” she smirked. As she put her pointer finger between her teeth. “Who wants to take the first shot?” She asked mischievously.

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Alchemy: Tiny Steps

Chapters: 1/45 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Pro!Snape Series: Part 2 of 9. Summary: Part two of the Alchemy Series. Politics. Either you love it, hate it or you live it. For Alchemy Teacher Edward Elric, he lives it, hates it and loves it when he gets the upper hand. Here is to another year of hell... D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

"There's no such thing as a painless lesson, they just don't exist. Sacrifices are necessary. You can't gain anything without losing something first. Although if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you'll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Yeah... a heart made Fullmetal."

-.-

Edward Elric stared out into the window of the train compartment he had claimed for the trip. Sitting across of him are Alphonse and Mei, both of them snoozing away throughout the duration of the trip. Xiao-Mei tucked tightly in Mei's arms, the tiny softly snoring the trip away. The Eldest Elric couldn't help but smile every time he turns his sight of his younger brother and his future sister-in-law.

Loud tutting sounded off from the back of the compartment, signifying the four of them weren't entirely alone. Sitting at the back of the compartment are several of Xing's Advisors and ambassadors, half of which are giving Alphonse and Mei either looks of wariness or dislike. Edward could recognize the latters for not liking Alphonse for whatever reason or another. Or maybe for the fact he isn't someone they would have preferred to marry the Xing Princess... Eh... whatever the reason, they don't like the younger Elric Brother.

Looking back out the window to see the moon shining high in the sky, Edward is wondering if Winry is looking up at the night sky. With the thought of his fiancé, the Elric wonder just what exactly waits for him back home. Just what exactly is waiting for him when he gets back home? The wrench of Doom? A maiming? Fresh Apple Pie? The possibilities are endless at this point. If he ends up in the hospital, he'll blame Colonel Bas... Excuse him... General Bastard for it. He still has no clue what exactly he told Winry.

It is for that unknown Edward sent Xerxes to the Rockbell Residence and with a clear order to wait for him to return. The last thing he wanted is that feeling of the temptation of wanting to write a letter asking Winry just what was informed to her.

For Edward, he rather faces whatever Winry will throw at his his face now, than in a letter. This way he won't know of his future demise ahead of time. For now the Colonel needs to keep his mind onto what awaits for him at Central. He could already sense the massive piles of paperwork that are waiting for him once he gets back.

-.-

Edward fixed himself a cup of tea during the negotiations between Amestris and Xing. He was invited by the Fuhrer Grumman to join him for the meeting. It was a simple invite, one of which he could not refuse. Even if he wasn't invited to the meeting, the Colonel would have found a way to get in. Alphonse is part of the meeting as a sort of ambassador. Ended up brother dearest has dual citizenship, well that was new. Should he be surprised? Nope. Considering what he has been told and saw, not surprising.

So far, the meeting is going well, a couple of arguments here and there, nothing out of the norm. If anything, the meeting is going on schedule considering. The only part that seems to be the giant elephant in the room is to see which side will bring up the topic of magic. Now if someone would mention it, then it would be truth-tastic.

-.-

" How much longer do you believe this will take?" Alphonse asked his brother once everyone was excused from the meeting for a lunch break.

"Normally...weeks... months... depends on both sides likes or hate each other's guts." Edward replied with a shrug, he will never get used to being in full uniform for long periods of time. At least this one isn't loose and he isn't tripping over the pants sleeves. "Considering that old guy that's been giving you the stank eye asked about a Magical Alliance."

"In his defense, several of his grandchildren are magically gifted and is looking out for them. For your information... he wanted me to mention this Alliance, he's never been much of a talker." Alphonse stated defensively, he elbowed his brother in the stomach and speed-walked away from any possible form of retaliation from his brother. As I moved away, his traditional Xingese golden and emerald garment swished behind himself that highlighted the golden threads sewn into the outfit. Ling had given the garment to Alphonse to signify further his status to the Emperor.

"Dammit Al!" Edward cursed his brother and promptly chased after his younger brother.

"Hahaha!" Alphonse laughed at his brother's attempts at trying to catch him. "Having a little trouble over there, Ed?"

"Grrr....." Of course, Alphonse will go for a short joke. It didn't help that Alphonse is taller than Edward, even in his mortal form. "That's low, Little Brother."

"Hahaha!"

"Colonel Elric, you have a call."

Edward came to a complete stop at the mention of his name and the fact he had a call. A shiver ran down his spine when a thought came to mind, he could already sense his death is near. That sense only grew stronger with every step he took to the private room he was being escorted to. He didn't see his brother giving him a sympathetic look before he walked off towards a seemingly random direction.

-.-

"Edward, Roy told me about your new role in the Military..." Winry Rockbell sat in a wooden chair, talking to Edward through the phone. She kept fiddling with the cable as she listened to what was being said to her. "Ed...Ed... ED! Listen to me!... Do I have your attention?... Good. Edward, we are going to talk about this once you get back... WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?"

Winry slammed the phone without another word back onto the receiver with a loud huff, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the phone. Seconds ticked by and it seemed more like hours for the Mechanic.

"Hoot?"

Winry looked over to see Xerxes looking up at her with curious eyes. "Hello, Xerxes..."

"Hoot. Hoot."

"You do know I don't understand you?" Winry stated in a monotone voice, with a grumble, she reached down and picked up the tiny owl. Xerxes furrowed into Winry's arms and hooted happily at the attention. The Blonde looked down at the owl with resigned eyes, with a sigh she reached over to pick up the phone and dialed a familiar number. "Hello...? Could you connect me to Colonel Edward Elric?... Thank you."

-.-

Edward slammed his head against the wall repeatedly, mentally berating himself. Of course, it was Winry that had called him and they got into an 'argument'. Well, if that's what most would want to call it. There was shouting, curses were exchanged, and it didn't appear the typical relationship. What actually happened is Winry waiting for a phone call or even a letter from him, himself telling her what is occurring in his life; especially how it is connected to hers. What caused this little... episode... is the fact someone else informed her. General Useless just have to open his giant mouth. This wouldn't be happening if he was the one that told Winry of his new promotion and the job requirements in general.

Ring.

Not even bothering life his head from against the wall, Edward picked up the phone and raised it up to his ear. "Colonel Elric speaking...Winry?... Hi... I miss you too... Yeah... I don't know how long this meeting will take... The moment I could leave, I'll take the next train back to Resembool... Have an apple pie ready for me?... I'll see you soon."

Edward waited for the click to signify Winry had ended the call before placed the phone back on the receiver. He couldn't help but smile, with a chuckle he pushed away from the wall and headed out of the room. Now to go back to the meeting and hope he will be excused to get back home... home. Heh, what a funny word to use...

-.-

It took the fact that Edward is tightly gripping the arms of his chair to prevent himself from speaking out or making a complete fool out of himself. He couldn't take his eyes off his younger brother as said sibling argued, protested, and... is he bluffing? Who the hell is this guy? This wasn't his brother what so ever! Earlier, Alphonse had mostly kept quiet, whispered out a few words to the Xing's ambassadors or advisors, and well... nothing like this. The youngest of the Elric Brothers are taking a complete lead. The topic that has him acting in such a manner is the... Magical Alliance.

Unlike before, Roy Mustang is now part of the meeting and is the only one that is more than willing to go up ahead against Alphonse. Too bad for him, Alphonse studied well and had excellent teachers to teach him the art of diplomacy and tranquil smiles. If anything, Alphonse is making the older man look like an idiot in his own right. If he could, Edward would be laughing at the look of Roy's astonishment or rendering speechless. Here is a young man he had more or less grow right in front of his eyes. Well, mostly. Considering in the majority of those years Alphonse's soul was in a suit of armor but that's not the point. He knows the young man and this... is just who he expected of an Elric. Now if he could get a word in without having the other spun his words around and make him look like an idiot. He shouldn't be surprised, Al has always been the more diplomatic one of the two brothers but to this extent? Heh... It has the General wondering on the what if's but there's no point on wondering. He has to focus on winning this argument on food. How they went from politics to foods, Roy has no clue.

The only person that seemed to be enjoying this argument is Fuhrer Grumman, the man is taking down notes of the types of foods the two males are arguing about.

'When will this meeting ever end?'

Knock.

Everyone in the meeting room turned their attention to the main entrance of the room, all of them wanting to know just who is interrupting the meeting. Everyone who is needed to be in the meeting is there and none of them are expecting anyone else. One of the guards that were standing by the door opened it and peeked his head out. There were loud whispers from the guard and whoever was on the other side.

A couple of minutes later, the guard returned to the meeting room with an armful of letters. Everyone, minus Alphonse, Edward, and Roy, did not recognize the waxed red seal on the envelopes. If anything, the fact that the eldest Elric brother started to curse under his breath. If he does not like this, then this is a bad thing.

"Colonel Elric? These just arrived for you." The guard said skeptically, he handed the armful of letters to the younger man before he quickly went back to his spot.

Edward glanced over at Grumman to see if the man is going to give him any sort of order. The only thing he got is that the Fuhrer looking at the letters curiously. The Golden Blonde opened the top letter of the stack and he couldn't help but pull a face at seeing who wrote it. "Cornelius Fudge... The bumbling pure-blood loving.... Ugh... the horrid pink thing.... Crap, crap, more crap. Let's see here... New Minister for Magic? Oooooh... this is bad."

"Colonel Elric?"

"Big brother?"

"Fullmetal?"

"We might have a tiny...huge... we have a problem. A very problematic problem."

"How problematic?"

"I give it a 6 or 7 on a scale to 10."

"Knowing you, that's actually a 20 or maybe a 30 to a scale of 5." Alphonse deadpanned. Everyone in the room had to agree to Alphonse statement.

"The current Minister is looking for someone to replace her next year, apparently, something about her health and mental stress. The one that everyone wants to puts in...is not suitable to run this society in my opinion..."

"Will this rise a complication for all of us?" One of the Xing's advisors asked in a serious tone.

"Severely. So... how about we finalize this Magical Alliance?"

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This is my first Official Commission, woo hoo! (Link to commission me in my header, if you’re curious.) This was sponsored by @sittingoverheredreaming and based on the prompt “Michiru - A reason to smile.” It clocks in just under 2800 words. Like it? Please comment, reblog, and/or thank her for commissioning me!

“Michiru - Michi, it’s time to wake up.”

The words were tender, breath lightly caressing her face as soft lips ghosted at her cheek. She could feel the faintest breeze stirring her eyelashes, her eyelids flickering, trying to stay shut and ignore the waking world. She weakly fought to keep them closed, to keep staring into the blissful blackness that sleep had afforded her, but the voice was persistent.

“You gotta open your eyes, Michi. You have to wake up now.” The voice was a little more forceful now, nudging her in a firmer tone. There was the smallest hint of urgency below the words, the tiniest strain in their timbre as they drifted back to her ears, finally making their way into her brain.

All right, it’s time then, Michiru thought, her eyes flickering open and blinking a few times to focus. All she could see was sky - a beautiful, clear blue expanse, a few clouds dotting the otherwise unmarred canvas. Strange, she thought, her drowsy mind not yet caught up to the world around her. Where’s Haruka?

Haruka. At the name, the entire world came back to her suddenly, a gut punch that left her choking, every sense overwhelmed and screaming:

The blue sky was suddenly far too bright and it pinched her eyes shut, and there was salt leaking from them as she blinked out--

Ash was in her nose, in her throat, choking her with the scent and texture of burning, of dying, of--

Pain, the sharp breaths she was choking in were each a new wave of agony, crashing and breaking over her, and oh god why couldn’t she feel her feet, she needed to move before she lost too much--

Blood coated the inside of her mouth and she tasted metal and copper and saltwater all brewing in a cauldron of decay that oozed over her tastebuds, sticky and sickening and frothing, boiling slowly to a fever pitch and she wanted to start--

Screaming echoed through the streets, and the crackling of a fire burning hot and wild, and horns and sirens and the dull roar of the distant sea, the tinnitus that had haunted her ever since she picked up that stick, that one terrible decision that never made sense until she realized it must have been meant to bring her to--

Haruka. There was blonde hair in her vision suddenly, a halo of the sky’s bleu de france surrounding her, the stunning color made all the more beautiful for the image that had now been put in front of it--

But when she blinked, the colors ran and muddled like cheap watercolors, soaking and bleeding into one another until each shade was tinged with gray. The hair swam and writhed like a Starry Night comprised of wriggling worms, and suddenly the blonde was too golden, too long, streaked with red ribbons of blood and fabric. The eyes remained the only point of bright blue left on her canvas, and she focused on them even as black began to creep into the edges of her vision, even as the noises dulled to the whisper of the wind rustling through her hair.

“You’re gonna be okay, Michiru,” said two voices at once, one of them gentle and soothing, the other commanding that it be so, the low and high pitched notes weaving in and out, a discordant symphony reaching a blessed decrescendo. “Just stay awake.”

But her body seemed insistent on not allowing her to remain conscious for even a moment longer, her eyelids shutting swift and firm as vault doors, the air whooshing from her mouth as her lungs relaxed. And as she drifted away on the black tide of sleep, a familiar name served as a lullaby and a prayer and a promise all:

Haruka.

The next time that Michiru awoke there was no voice coaxing her to rise, no soft caress, no gentle breeze. There was, from the infinite blackness, just the evolutionary response to open the eyes, and the bleary blinking afterwards, squinting through the lids to dilute the white.

Slowly, lines came into focus. A grid - she was staring at ceiling tiles. They were large and plain white; the one directly above her had a scuff. Michiru looked down to be greeted with more white, her uniform collar replaced with one that was stiff foam, keeping her neck straightened. She could see past that the pale blue of a hospital gown, still more white at blankets on top, a pair of hands on the bed -

her hands, she realized, and twitched the fingers to confirm. The joints moved slow and creaky, aching as they flexed, the movement highlighting the muscles so close to the skin. It occurred to her that they were wrapped in bandages, and it was then that she noticed the rust staining the palms, the deep color sharply contrasting the sterile gauze, and she remembered.

There were too many of them, numbers higher than Mercury and Venus’s estimates, and they were fast and strong, and for the third time in her life it occurred to Michiru that this was not a battle they could win.

The monsters had stopped being cutesy a while ago as the enemy grew ever more frenetic, their newfound focus on quantity meaning that they were feral beasts now, incapable of speech, frothing and single-minded in their purpose to rip, to eat, to destroy. They barely even looked humanoid, the gray and black forms rushing forth, flesh that was barely made half-peeling off before they had taken any damage at all, their eyes wild and their fingers long and sharp.

At first the Senshi had tried to treat the monsters as they would have before, as though they were still making poor puns based on hackneyed themes, but it soon became clear that this new breed of creatures could not be distracted, could not be reasoned with - they were tanks where there had only ever been musket fire, and the devastation was intense.

Michiru was fighting back-to-back with Haruka in the battle pattern that Venus had been favoring lately. (She had tried to separate the two of them, but inevitably Michiru would make her way to Haruka’s side during the battle, regardless of orders, leaving an open hole in their defense that someone else would have to adjust for. So, in a rare display of admitting defeat, she had partnered the two of them in all of the recent skirmishes.) Together, the two of them were supposed to be able to hold a large chunk of the monsters at bay, keeping them away from the center, where Sailor Moon would be most protected. And with Venus, Mars, and Tuxedo Kamen encircling her, Venus dishing out shorter-ranged attacks while the other two kept the long-range targets at bay, she could focus best on trying to use the Crystal, rainbow light shooting outwards often, taking large chunks of the charging monsters with it. But they kept coming in droves, and the Senshi had all been pushed too close together, tightening ranks until they were nearly in danger of getting hit by each other’s attacks.

In a brief moment of reprieve Michiru chanced a look towards her right where Pluto was shooting out attack after attack, pummeling any monsters that got too close with the hefty rod of her Time Key, brown sludge dripping grotesquely from its end. The women locked eyes as Pluto recovered for another attack, and without words they exchanged the mutual sentiment that this was not going well.

Michiru turned away to unleash another sweeping attack, the monsters in front of her gasping and then compressing as they were drowned and crushed by the deep oceans, but when the light from her attack cleared there were never any less of them seething forward. Sweat dripped off of the tip of her nose, and only its innate magic kept her Mirror from slipping out of her damp gloves as she used its heavy frame to cave in the skull of a close enemy.

She could sense Haruka at her back, similarly growing fatigued, and she rotated left so that she could see her partner. Haruka was hacking at any who came too close, occasional blasts of yellow light emanating from the sword to cut through whatever line of monsters was in front of it. She had grown too crowded for her earth-based attacks, Michiru realized, and shifted to try and take some ease from her partner, never mind if that meant leaving her right side more exposed.

It helped Haruka, and after a minute she was able to bellow out a ground attack, the shock reverberations shattering all of their close-range enemies and giving Michiru a moment to smile at her partner.

“I thought you had more stamina than that,” she gasped out, a smile tugging slightly at her lips, and she felt them crack, the saltwater in her veins draining her of moisture as it mingled with her blood.

Haruka smirked back, but it was a shade of what it should have been, the Mona Lisa after centuries of grime had obscured the finer features. “I’m saving my stamina for you,” came the retort through a rasping voice, the sound of the words nearly lost in the ensuing chaos.

Michiru was about to respond when she saw Haruka’s eyes widen, for once able to sense what was about to happen as Michiru could not, before the ground gave way beneath her. Michiru was left standing at the edge of a crater some two meters deep and she watched as Haruka fell hard to her knees, a harsh cry escaping her at the impact. The dirt behind her grew form and moved forward, a monster bigger than the others had been emerging from the soil and wrapping its arms around Haruka’s neck, squeezing and smiling and staring -

Michiru jumped into the pit and felt her Mirror frame give way and morph into a dagger, and as she flew forwards she saw the monster squeeze tightly, saw Haruka’s eyes go wide and then shut, and then there was red in her vision and there was pain in her back, and she felt her dagger stab through flesh as her vision went dark -

- only to go white once more as her eyes flew open, and she gasped for air as her chest burned with an intensity second only to having her Heart Crystal forcibly ripped from its prison in her ribcage. There were people scrambling around her, machines screaming and beeping in harsh discordant tones, and she looked down to see herself exposed, the thin scar between her breasts now joined by a large rectangular burn to its right, and she smelled something she assumed must have been her own dead flesh -

- and then, all at once, everything around her seemed to go quiet, as if she were suddenly underwater, the concerns of the seagulls on the waves unimportant to a mermaid of the deep. The people around her were merely a school of fish passing by overhead, and it neither pleased nor troubled her as they dwindled down until she was left alone, only the gentle tide of the painkillers dripping through her veins accompanying her down, down…

“ - said she should wake up any minute -”

“Michiru, open your eyes, my love.”

“- history of cardiac trauma -”

“It’s time to wake up, Michi.”

“- not stable enough to transport -”

“Don’t go off in a world of your own, Michiru.”

“- extent of the damage until she wakes up -”

“Wake up.”

And she did, the room coming into focus much faster than it had before. Michiru’s mind was sluggish still, the neurons creaking until they fired feebly, working off the rust of disuse. There were two women standing at the foot of her bed, not looking at her as they argued back and forth hushed tones. Haruka was sitting on a stool behind them, looking tired but otherwise unhurt. When Michiru tried to speak, she realized that there was a mask over her mouth and nose. It was not the only new addition to her growing assortment of medical treatments, she realized, as she saw underneath the hospital’s paper gown the corner of a bandage covering the burned patch of flesh she had seen the last time she was conscious.

“She’s awake,” said the standing woman with the dark hair, interrupting her debater’s latest point, the latter stopping mid-sentence to turn towards Michiru.

“Finally,” the blonde snapped, rolling her eyes in a way that didn’t quite conceal the tears at their corners.

But Michiru had no eyes for anyone but Haruka, and her love’s eyes lit up as she beamed, an expression of relief crossing her handsome features. Michiru returned the grin weakly below the mask, not looking away even as the mask was gently removed from her face.

“Michiru, can you hear me?” the woman on her left asked, purple eyes wide and searching, and she nodded back weakly. She - Rei, her mind supplied helpfully - let out a relieved sigh.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” The blonde to her left - Minako - didn’t smile, just leaned in, eyes piercing, searching urgently for some answer that Michiru couldn’t fathom.

“Give her a break, she just woke up,” Rei hissed across the bed, but Minako’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Michiru, I need to know if you’re still in there. You gotta give me something.”

Michiru looked to Haruka and received an encouraging nod. She took a deep breath and weakly spoke. “The battle…” Minako nodded once, clearly waiting for more. “How did we win?”

Rei and Minako exchanged a look that Michiru couldn’t quite decipher, some strange mix of despair and confusion. Minako opened her mouth to speak, but again Rei cut her off. “We don’t need to tell her right now.”

“Yes, I do.” Minako’s eyes were brimming with tears once more as she answered the question, and Michiru’s heart sunk before the words even came out of her mouth. “We didn’t.

“We lost.”

Michiru blinked, confusion knitting her eyebrows together. “We...lost?” she repeated, a significantly more questioning intonation to the words. She looked to Haruka, who nodded sadly.

Rei glanced at where Haruka sat before turning her attention back to Michiru. “Basically, yes.”

“Basically.” Michiru repeated, her pain and the medicine dulling her responses to the most banal of parroting. She squeezed her eyes shut and then reopened them wide to try and force out the haziness of her thoughts, but all it served to do was make Haruka’s silhouette flicker in her vision.

“See Minako, this is why it really should have waited,” Rei stressed, but Minako didn’t acknowledge her, her intense gaze never moving from Michiru’s face.

“I’m going to ask you again, Michiru, and I need you to really answer me this time. What is the last thing that you remember? What is the last part of the battle that you saw?”

There were no more interjections from Rei, and all eyes were on Michiru as they clearly waited for her to answer. “There was - one of them -” and Michiru’s voice dropped low and broke as she tried to stifle the raw emotion that remembering brought with it “- on top of Haruka - Uranus - and I attacked it, and then -” She paused as the memory froze in her mind. She remembered the heft of the dagger in her hand and the wind under her as she leapt, and then she remembered darkness as her blade connected with soft tissue, and then no more until the white of the hospital around her.

“Then what?” Minako prodded. Michiru just shook her head, her weakened muscles only allowing it to rock back and forth across the pillow.

“Then - I’m here,” she answered. “It’s just - gone. Black.”

Minako nodded, seemingly accepting the answer. “Okay.” She turned and walked towards the door purposefully, not glancing to see if she was being followed.

Rei huffed and started to protest, but she instead turned to Michiru. “I - I’m going to get a doctor. Since you’re awake.” She smiled, but it was hollow as her eyes, too, filled with tears; she left the room briskly, and suddenly a room that had felt too crowded with life was now nearly sterile, almost achingly empty.

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving,” Haruka said in response to the moment of sadness in Michiru’s eyes, smiling warmly as she rose to cross closer. She sat on the bed and gently stroked Michiru’s hair, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’m here.”

And the unanswered questions, the pain, the entire world fell away, and Michiru found that if everything else vanished in that instant, never to return, that Haruka alone would still be enough reason for her to smile.

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ocean-in-my-rebel-soul · 5 years

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Mutual Pining [4/?]

March’s monthly story, as voted on in my Patreon poll. Posted late due to health complications last month.

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Title: Mutual Pining Relationships: Templar!Carver Hawke/Merrill Rating: E for eventual smut (will be marked) Summary: A week of shore-leave turned into an impromptu camping trip with Merrill, and Carver made the mistake of not checking when Isabela and his sibling helped pack the bags. It had all the essentials, Bela swore, except for one thing:

It only had one tent.

Notes: set somewhere in Act 2, and Carver’s been a Templar now a year and a half or so. Turns out, it might did end up longer than seven parts, these two keep surprising me.

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“—and this is halla beard, but you might know it as goat’s beard,” Merrill chirped from her seat on the tree branch. Carver watched while she gathered up the stringy stuff. “It’s good for blood clotting and fevers and other things.”

“Is it good for keeping elves from falling out of trees?” he muttered, eyeing her critically.

She turned, a confused frown on her face, and wobbled, almost pitching herself off the branch entirely. Carver tensed and readied to catch her but she found her balance almost as quickly as she had lost it.

“What was that, Little Hawke?” she asked breathlessly.

Carver shook his head. “Nothing, Merr.”

“Oh, look, the spruce tips are ready, too! Here, catch these.” She dropped her current haul and stretched to pluck at the bright green branch tips around her. “These are good for food, you know,” she said absentedly, concentrating as she climbed up the tree in search for the best of the bundled needle-like leaves. “Makes an excellent tea, or added to salads. We sometimes pickle them in vinegar with honey and water. Delicious!”

He caught the tips as she tossed them down. “Wouldn’t it be better to collect more from each tree? Less climbing around and stuff.”

She shook her head and dropped down from the branches. “You don’t want to over-harvest,” she said. “We all have to live on what the forest gives us. Taking too much from one tree or bush could hurt it.”

He hummed noncommittally. Much different than farming; he remembered working for their neighboring homestead after his own household chores and the way the old widow would yell, reminding him and Eli to harvest and weed until the bare earth showed its scars. Ah, Ferelden.

Carver rolled his shoulders as Merrill peeked into the basket, rearranging her planty treasures. Satisfied, she retrieved their lunch from her travel bag, neatly slicing into the hard chunks of sausage and cheese before sharing.

“I can’t wait to get to the grove,” she said around a mouthful of sausage. “Varric says he got the original map from one of the Sabrae hunters a while back. I want to see what’s there!”

“You’ve never been to the place?” Carver couldn’t help the nervous falling of his stomach. She’d used string to find her way around Kirkwall for years, after all, and that was in a pretty straightforwardly-built city. There were only so many ways to get lost among all those stairs. A forest was a much easier place to get turned around and lost for days.

“It’s just the woods, Little Hawke. I know how to find my wa— Oh, listen, do you hear that? Sounds like a thrush!”

He shook his head as she rose to her feet and crept toward the birdsong, lunch forgotten. Ah, Merrill, he thought, smiling. Never change.

Carver watched her. She smiled, and laughed, and was animated in ways he rarely saw in Kirkwall. Rarely saw period, now, but especially in Kirkwall. She always seemed to breathe easier on the road in his memories.

“It looks like it’s going to rain tonight,” Merrill called over her shoulder. She pointed up through the tree canopy. “See those clouds coming in? They remind me of pregnant halla, all fat and heavy.”

He squinted up at the sky and the dark cloud layer rolling in before stowing her baskets. “We should get going, then. You said we’re only a couple hours away, right? Hopefully we’ll get there before the worst of it hits.”

Merrill bounded over to him, a handful of pale blue blossoms in hand. She slipped them into the top basket and Carver helped her shrug back into her pack, shuffling it against her back. “What are those good for?” he asked, picking up his own bag.

“Oh! Um.” She met his eyes, her own wide in surprise, and looked away, a blush stealing over her face. “They, um. They’re my favorite shade of blue.” Merrill took a deep breath and walked further into the forest. “It reminds me of you,” she said in a rush, not looking back.

He stood there, dumbly, hands still working on the clasps of his coat. “It what?”

—

They weren’t a mere two hours away from their destination, as luck (and a likely/definitely skewed map) would have it. The sky dumped buckets down on their heads well into the evening and soaked them to the bone, even despite the thick canopy overhead.

They came into a small clearing--no more wide than Carver’s bedroom at the estate, really, but big enough for maybe their tents and a fire, if they were careful. He scrubbed his hands down his face. “This better be it,” he grumbled.

They ducked into the less-drenched shelter of a tree before Merrill carefully retrieved her map, reading by the light of a ball of magelight hovering at her shoulder. “Looks like it! We should set up camp, I don’t know that we’ll get anything useful done tonight. Maybe the rain will stop soon.”

Carver peered up at the sky with a scowl and threw down his pack. ”I’ll set up the tents, you check for a source of fresh water. We can use the camp pot for rainwater, if it comes down to it, I guess.” Merrill created another ball of magelight and then scarpered off, shedding her pack far more gracefully than he did on her way.

“And don’t fall or slip or anything!” he called after her as she disappeared into the night, only to see a blithe hand-wave in response. “Right, tents. Get a move on, Carver.” He quickly untied the oilcloth coverings of their packs to retrieve the folded canvas tents—

And paused, brow furrowed.

No. No, no, no.

Carver pawed through his pack. It was big, and heavy, and that weight had been reassuring up until a minute ago. He set aside a neatly-corralled expanse of canvas, wrapped alongside the ropes and short sticks that would help make up most of the frame. A bundle of cloth laid beneath it, and when he messily unwrapped it he found Bela’s hip flask, a parcel of cookies, other sundry provisions, and a note.

“Dear Carver, get bent. Enjoy the tent! Heh, that rhymed, who’d’ve thought? Anyway. Love, Eli,” it said in blocky handwriting.

The ink dragged across the page and a new script, light and practiced, sprawled over the page.

“Ignore Eli, get Merrill bent, and maybe you’ll both feel better. Have fun! And don’t do anything I wouldn’t! Rum, Bela. (Rum’s better than love, don’t you think? More fun, anyway.)”

Carver crumpled the note--and its unsurprisingly juvenile sketch--in his fist and stared at the half-strewn traveling bags with growing horror-tinged embarrassment. He should have known better to assume any sort of goodness from those two, they were worse than magpies when they put their devious minds to something.

“I found the stream, just like the map said! We’ll be set!”

He gurgled something in response, fist pressed to his mouth for a moment. “Good, fine, good,” he called back. “Everything’s good. Yep. Good, good, good.” Carver mentally prepared a to-do list for the minute he got back to Kirkwall, with one highlighted, bullet-pointed item:

Absolutely murdering his sibling.

“Little Hawke?”

He would deny until his dying day acknowledgement of the squeak that burst from him at her silent arrival. “Everything’s good!” he said in a rush. “Good, good, good.”

Merrill tilted her head and looked at him, nonplussed. “Of course it is. Here, I’ll help!”

Together they set up their shelter, with the only hangup being finding fallen branches long enough to use as tent poles. Carver finished up tying the last of the knots to secure the canvas as she stowed their supplies.

“I don’t think Eli packed us the right tent,” Merrill said from within. She poked head out through the door flaps. “It’s a bit small. We’ll have to snuggle.”

What.

“Come on,” she said, when he hesitated too long. “It’s cold and wet out there, and soon to be warm and a bit drier in here. I can set a rune under us and keep the tent warm through the night, don’t worry! You won’t freeze, I promise!”

Her earnestness brought him back to the present. Carver shook his water-drenched bangs from his eyes. “Sure, sure. Wait, you can do that?”

Merrill laughed. “Of course! Why do you think Bela always wanted to share with me when we would be on the road together? I know how to do a lot of things,” she said, and her smile was a bit too sharp for her words, but he didn’t have the time to puzzle it out. Merrill pulled him inside, muddy boots and all, and tied the flaps closed against the rain. Her light hovered at the peak of the tent and bathed her in soft, silvery-blue hues.

“Watch,” she said, before crouching down and pulling back the ground cover. Merrill sketched some design into the loamy earth, something he couldn’t quite follow, and slapped her hands against it with a delighted smile. Soon enough steam rose from the ground, drifting lazily through the air as the tent began to warm.

“....huh,” was all he could say. That would have made years of adventuring with their band of misfits easier. “I figured Bela liked to share with you for, uh, other reasons,” he muttered thoughtlessly, shaking his head, and he clapped his hand to his mouth when he heard the words out loud.

Merrill laughed, bright and bubbly, though, so he didn’t make her mad. “Oh, she did,” she agreed sagely, “but I think it was mostly because we both hate being cold. Much easier to sleep when you’re warm, right? I always thought so, at least!”

….Right. Thinking about anything but that. Nope, very studiously ignoring… that.

“And the tent isn’t going to catch fire or anything in the middle of the night?” he asked instead, bringing the conversation back to something safe. Like a tent fire. Like a tent fire inadvertently caused by his mage companion, who so graciously cast some sort of spell to keep them warm, for his comfort.

Great going, Carver. Way to stick your foot waaaay in there.

“Nope,” she replied, thankfully oblivious to his inner monologue and unintended insult. Merrill patted the groundsheet back into place and layered their bedding together into a thick pallet. “Won’t get hot enough to do that. It really just takes the edge off; it’s not like making a fire, more like… oh, like warming the blankets before you crawl into bed. The rune heats the earth below us to help insulate against the cold, which heats the tent a little, and our bedrolls will help trap that warmth to us. Most of the work will still be body heat, though.”

“Smart.” Carver turned away and began to peel off his layers. He was halfway through unbuttoning his vest when he caught her watching, unabashed. Carver blushed. “Do you mind?” he huffed.

“Hm? Oh!” She shook her head and turned her attention elsewhere. “Sorry. Modesty. What a strange idea!”

“Is it… not a thing with the Dalish?” he asked over his shoulder, hands stilled on his buttons.

“Not really.” He could hear her shuffling, then the sound of wet leathers. Carver trained his eyes, both physical and mental, to the canvas wall ahead of him. “Everyone has a body. They’re made for all sorts of things; work, play, pleasure—” Merrill’s voice stumbled for a second before righting itself again “--all very natural things. Nothing I, or anyone else, hasn’t seen before, so why spend the energy being shy and secret about it?”

“...huh,” he said, the word strangled in his throat. “Right. Well. Okay. I’m going to… get ready for bed now. So don’t look.”

She sighed behind him, and he could swear he heard a soft “you silly thing” in her gentle lilt but a quick peek over his shoulder showed her turned toward her own wall, busy with her bedtime preparations. Carver quickly traded his soaked clothing for a light tunic and a suspiciously soft pair of pants--Bela’s influence, no doubt.

Merrill’s penchant for fondling soft, touchable fabrics was well known, and Bela had been trying to “help” Carver “woo” Merrill for ages.

He added “murder the pirate” to his to-do list.

“Oooh, soft,” Merrill cooed quietly, as if on cue. Carver swallowed down a sudden rush of nerves and turned to find her, fully dressed, even, clad in a light shift. Her fingers crushed the fabric and she looked like the happiest damn person he’d ever seen in that moment. “Feel this,” she insisted, and closed the distance between them to thrust the material into his hands. “Isn’t it so pretty?”

He tentatively rubbed at the fabric and found that, yes, it was delightfully soft, something like a mix of silk and the lightest cotton he had ever felt. He also found that its hemline crept up her thighs when she wound his fingers into the cloth. Carver dropped his hands as if scalded.

“It’s really nice.” Like you, he almost said, and it was like another voice was in his mouth, trying to come out. It suits you. Now please take it off.

Fucking Maker, the earth could swallow him whole anytime now.

She smiled, and for a horrified moment he worried he had spoken it all out loud. “It's new! It's a gift,” she said, “from—”

“--From Bela,” he supplied with a groan, to which she nodded. Of course it was. Of course! “I’m going to die,” Carver muttered under his breath when she stepped away.

“What was that?”

“I said I’m going to bed, goodnight.” Carver all but dove into the combined bedroll. He rolled to his side and situated himself to give as wide a berth as possible for her. They’d shared a tent before but never like this.

Don’t make it fucking weird, he told himself.

Despite his good efforts, the bed was still somehow small enough that she plastered herself along his back after extinguishing her light. “We’ll have to snuggle,” Merrill reminded him, words muffled against his shoulder. “Body heat.”

“Right.” His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest. “Should I roll over?”

“If you want.”

“Okay…” They shuffled until he was on his back and Merrill curled up into his side like she belonged there.

Blood mage, blood mage, his heartbeat reminded him. The warning had been loud in his mind before but now it was new once more, a vision of Knight-Commander Stannard’s rage-mottled face blistering into his mind’s eye.

“Remember to uphold the duties and values of the Order, even on your days off,” Rutherford’s phantom voice urged him.

Carver Hawke, who had shielded mages from Templars all his life, wrapped his arm around Merrill’s thin shoulders with a mental fuck you to the Gallows and let the sound of her pleased sigh send him to sleep.

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nedfuckindiscretionchicanejr · 5 years

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I think Aubrey might be an avatar/aspect of Sylvain

I mentioned this idea a while ago in a discord server, but now that we have confirmation that the Heart took some of Aubrey’s life force, and I’ve seen a few other people express similar ideas (eg. this post and a PM sent to me by @devslashuser about Aubrey sacrificing herself to replace Sylvain), I feel like I should post it here as well.

First of all, very unpopular and possibly controversial opinion: I think the Flamebright pendant is a red herring. I’ve been saying this since the beginning.

The first mention of the pendant is possibly Clint’s suggestion in the setup episode that there is something in the Cryptonomica that triggers Aubrey’s powers, which is immediately shot down by Griffin because he already knows what triggers Aubrey’s powers. The first real mention of it is when Aubrey brings it up to Mama in episode 4. So it seems like this object was a cool idea the players had, and not necessarily something the DM wrote into the story.

Also (and this seems really significant to me, though I realize it may not be in reality), we are constantly reminded that the Heart of Sylvain is orange. Barclay’s and Indrid’s orange crystal pendants seem to very deliberately be referencing the Heart. When Aubrey touched the Heart, one of her eyes turned orange. We saw in episode 20 that the Heart is losing its magic and is turning from orange to cloudy gray. The colour orange is very important and strongly associated with Sylvan magic. And the Flambright Pendant is not orange.

[Start ID. A screencap of the tazcripts transcript for episode 5, which reads:

there’s a few other things in there, too, there’s probably a couple passports and driver’s licenses with different names but Ned’s picture on it? Some watches, a set of pearl earrings, a few rings, and beneath it all, I think we, the audience, just, like, catch a glint of it for, like, a second as the two of you walk by, there’s a pendant on a silver chain, set with a large, bright red stone. And you walk

The words “bright red” are highlighted. End ID.]

[Start ID. A screencap of the tazscripts transcript for episode 11, which reads:

Griffin: And she unclasps the necklace that she's wearing, and a beam of moonlight catches it perfectly refracting red light back up onto your face.

The words “red light” are highlighted. End ID.]

Now, on to the theory. (This is heavily inspired by Yue from AtLA and Simon from Carry On, so if you know those stories you probably already know where I'm going with this.)

Heathcliff describes Aubrey as being “full of Sylvaine’s power” when he meets her in episode 9. And we know that she is absurdly powerful. Janelle says,

[Start ID. a screencap of the tazscripts transcript for episode 16, which reads:

Our magic is so much more difficult. Which may be frustrating for you to hear, but there are those who train for decades, centuries, even, Aubrey, and can’t produce even more than a candle flame. What you have done so quickly, this magic that comes as second nature to you, it is unique among any creature who has ever walked the— either of our planets before you.

End ID.]

So, for some unknown reason, Aubrey has nearly unlimited access to magic that normally takes centuries to tap into at all.

She even says earlier in that conversation that magic is reflexive for her - it doesn’t feel like asking the world to change, as Janelle describes, it just feels like she’s reacting naturally to what’s happening. I may be reading too much into some improvised lines, but it sounds to me that Aubrey has a much more direct connection to magic than other people do.

And let’s talk very briefly about osmosis. When you have a semipermeable membrane separating two solutions, and one of those solutions has a higher concentration of some molecule, those molecules will tend to move through the membrane from the more concentrated side to the less concentrated side, until the two concentrations are equal.

We know that magic/life energy/whatever can pass somewhat freely, in both directions, between the Heart of Sylvain and a person touching it. I think it makes intuitive sense that there is more energy in the crystal than in a Sylph’s body, hence why energy flows from the crystal into them when they touch it. But when Aubrey touched it, energy flowed from her into the crystal. You could interpret that to mean that Aubrey has more energy (or at least a higher concentration of it, if we stick to the osmosis metaphor) than the Heart of Sylvain does. And it has enough energy to sustain the planet for another year.

All of this to say, Aubrey has way more magical energy in her than should be possible. That’s the first piece of evidence for this theory. The second is her connection to Alexandra.

It’s mentioned a few times that the Interpreter’s job is to listen to and, well interpret the will of Sylvain. We don’t know if the connection goes both ways, if Sylvain can hear the Interpreter’s thoughts as well. I’m assuming that this is the case. Because, even if some other people’s theories are right and Aubrey is another Interpreter, why would that mean she could hear Alexandra’s thoughts? Interpreters, as far as we know, don’t have telepathy beyond their ability to communicate with the planet/goddess/whatever that they interpret for.

But if Aubrey is Sylvain, or an aspect of Sylvain, then it makes sense that she should have a psychic connection to Alexandra. And I think it would explain, too, why her magic is so powerful and comes so naturally to her.

Edit: I meant to include the fact that Thacker/The Quell spoke to her, but I forgot to and this post reminded me. Hard agree that that is another point in favour of this theory.

I don't know why Aubrey, instead of someone else. I don’t know if Aubrey is the first incarnation or if Sylvain has been reincarnated in several people over the last few centuries. I don’t know if there is actually some connection with Aubrey's mom and the Flamebright Pendant.

That said, here’s where I think this is going: Aubrey is going to have to make a sacrifice to bring life back to the planet Sylvain.

Magic always has a price, and magic this powerful will surely have a great price. I don’t know if that will mean giving up her body and identity and becoming the goddess Sylvain, or if it will mean giving up her magic (which would bring a nice parallel with Duck’s arc), or something else I haven’t thought of. At any rate, I can’t imagine that Aubrey will get to keep everything she has now without giving anything up.

#taz amnesty #aubrey little #sylvain #speculation #i know aubrey isn't supposed to be able to die because she's a wlw #and i also know that my evidence is far from conclusive #but I think it's a really cool idea #and i'd love to see it play out #aubrey stans don't kill me

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theconcernedpotato · 6 years

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So today marks the first round of closed alpha tests. i am finally there. The feed back i got already was mostly good, some good points that were made along with some being completely irreverent. But i Get more into that later on within this blog.

A ton of work has been done just in this last week, which generally means going to bed at four/five in the morning and up at seven for another round, all week long, so here it goes.

Knocking out a basic Figma ui/ux flow, i set to work trying to get that within the game. For the most part it stayed quite close to what i had within Figma.

After having to steer at a screen for so long, i darkened up the whole game so it was easier on my eyes.

So the basic Home screen remain the same with only getting an icon swap since everyone understands what a play button is. (Which by the way, everything you see including icons are all placeholders). Here you will see Stan within his house/caravan with all items you have won displayed around his home. With future updates having items you can buy (using in game money made from your stunts) to customize your home and stunt items.

Both the Movie selection and stunt selection remain untouched from prototyping.

The game screen again mainly remained the same, with small changes here and there. icons would get a a face lift with trying to keep to things people could identify and understand without words.

The item selection on the right is no longer retractable, although i may add that back for anyone that wants to navigate the level with a much larger screen visible, i mean whats the harm, use it or not?

The pause button has been removed completely since it was just irreverent in a game like this.

The stunts budget and how much you currently have spent added and also a working bin

You may have noticed a new button.. Was meant to be highlighted and was within the giff tool but oh well. At the push of this button it it takes your finish point, then once released, returns you to your previous point.

Also you may have notice an increase in select-able items. i wont show case the crash mat since its just that. Stops Stan going splat. Currently you dont need it since i have yet to place in a payment system, but future updates will see you using them else Stan’s med bills will come directly out of his pay (med insurance can become expensive 😷😰).

The second item is a high powered fan. Self -explanatory really. Been having quite a bit of fun with this item.

The option menu remains a sore point. As it is I think the current one lacks the looks the mock up one did. Unfortunately its not clear the back arrow takes you back to the stunt screen rather then the game. Hopefully i will find a pretty solution.

So once you finish the stunt, the man in charge looks over the sheet (figuratively speaking) and you are evaluated on how well it went. Now it may not have been clear but all those white dots are camera shots your producer really wanted to get for the movie. So you are evaluated on how many of those shots you got and how well you managed to keep under budget.

At the end of the day there isn’t really a lose condition. As long as you get to the end point, you’ve completed the level, so its very possible to be way over budget and not get a single asked for shots, cause at the end of the day, no footage is wasted.

Once all the stunts in the movie are complete its released out into the world to be judged, much like this game will D:

For reasons i wanted to go with having a rotten tomatoes score system within my game, mostly because i think it gives a better over all idea on how you went. You can totally boom the egg score but might kill on the Audience. leaving many options for rewards and different out comes depending on your own play style.

I decided to condense the reward screen and movie screen in one. Just made sense, plus i was rushed off my feet, so anything that saves me work (like making, setting up or coding another screen is a win in my book).

So what didn’t make it to alpha.. mainly the in game shop. Not only was I crazy rushed off my feet, but i had no items for people to buy for Stan, nor did i have his payment for doing the stunts set up.

This will differently be rectified come the second round of testing (third i guess since you guys weren’t in on the first).

Now i know I’ve been pretty bad at this blog thing on this project, mainly because so much is going on with in-work and out that it's kind of been pushed to the far side of the brain.

A few notes that I failed to mention, in my prior posts is i have been corresponding with a musician over discord, who I only no as Greg.

Things started with a bang, with me having all these grand ideas of themed music for each stunt, and other areas of the game like within Stan’s home. Even ideas of tracks being able to be purchased if you wanted something different to listen to. What I didn't account for was this would increase the file size dramatically and being on mobile, contrary to what you have herd, size is everything..

Currently I have placeholder music within the game, one tract that plays throughout the entire game. Passing the bad news to Greg, he came back with a single track will hopefully find a home within my this game.

Now lets take about development. What a week, had its ups and downs and even learnt some new dance moves this week- I call it pushing alpha.

Five forward, seven back, three forward, two back, two forward. Kind of sums up the state of affairs this week, but at least it's moving.

Friday I was on fire! Unfortunately in my sleepy slumber I forgot to check off or write down where I was at.. this bit me in the ass I decided to take my little's out into the world for the day, mostly because i needed to step away from work. This landed me laying on the beach half the day looking up at the sky. Later with mind cleared, tea done and little's down, i jumped back into it.

Unfortunately a large part of Saturday night saw me retracing every job I had done Friday night to see if it was done, set up for, or half completed.. once thinking I knew where I was, I was off again making progress.

Before getting into the crazy stuff, i looked at the levels i had chucked together. Although not final levels as i had yet to design any, what i did through together needed reordering. turns out the second was way harder then the first four..

Along the way I started working on a job that gathered all the information of each level, then using that information, turned it into a usable score which would tell you how the movie was receive at the end of the last stunt. (Egg and Aud score) but It seemed I had actually wrote such a code the night before, but completely different to the one I had just done. Now I will fully admit I was on that next level shit and may have been possessed by the coding God when I wrote it, because as it stands, I have no idea how it works, but it does, so it's probably best I don't touch it and keep fully away from the Alien code.

So with my eyes glowing red probably from Rad poisoning being on the computer for the last eight hours straight #justjokingbutprobilynot, and Saturday resulting in nothing but net.. i went and did something stupid again. Last minute I break my game completely.. Half four and the kids will be up in a fe hours a head to bed in such a foul mood.

Up a few hours later to make breakfast, as the little’s ate i jump back on. i in my state renamed one script somehow which saw the whole game destroyed.. on the plus side i found it, plus see that it needs to be more robust if one naming convention can do that.

Wasn’t the first time. earlier in the week i spent two day looking for a bug that stopped play after you finished the first level, one that wasn't throwing up any warnings or stopping any other function. I had paused time at the end of the level and hadn’t turned it back on.. To be fair I’ve had about two hours of sleep every night for the last week. Don’t do it, its not good nor does it help in the long term. seems all these little mistakes caused from being over tied has pushed back the project rather then moved it forward.

Sunday nights I was up hitting all those notes till 5:20 this morning yet again, then up an hour later. Play test day.

So all that work came falling down in a heap on the floor in my time of need. Now i didn't ask for much but i figured when you put work in to something it should pay off.. Built out the game for the test phone i had and boom, I’m holding a seven week turd in my hands. Functions that worked before no longer did for some reason. Panning the camera, so placing items where you wanted them couldn't happen. the bin also no longer worked, nor the restart button.

Deciding not to shit myself in front of a room full of people really to test the game (along with other dev games), coffee was needed.

So the game works well enough on the computer still which is good. Although not for the computer, i did at least have the functionality in there that aloud it to be tested to an extent, so i built out a computer version. Which is where some of the irreverent feed back comes in.. UI too big, no exit button, no zoom in or out..

I wont go into it fully, as it made me realize a few thing like why not add functionality for the computer? Controls at least at the moment since a computer version will need more items and options etc. But as it stands, as annoyed as i am with a broken mobile game, its coming together.

Hoping to fix those Mobile issues, and add some computer functionality, then push it out to the world on Wednesday. Till next time, Fingers crossed!

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yujachachacha · 7 years

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Get to know me

Tagged by @symphonyalpha (I forgot the URL for a second and was like, “Why isn’t Jaewhy showing up when I type it in the user mention???” lol).

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

Last: 1. Drink: Barley water, because that’s what my family drinks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 2. Phone call: My grandma, telling me what time she needed me to drive her to her doctor’s appointment. 3. Text message: To my little brother, telling him to STFU because he kept sending me dumb shit on iMessage. 4. Song you listened to: Does SIF count? If so, “Sore wa Bokutachi no Kiseki”. If not, I was headbanging to “Paradise Lost” by Chihara Minori after dropping my grandma off at her friend’s place the other day, lol. 5. Time you cried: tbh I probably teared up a little when I was watching the footage from the Lantis preview of the Aqours 1st Live BD/DVDs ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇωஇﾟ)ﾟ｡

Have you: 6. Dated someone twice: I haven’t even dated someone once :’))) 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: I’ve kissed exactly one person, so...hm. There was a period of time when I had conflicting emotions over what happened, but in the end, I don’t think I regret it. 8. Been cheated on: See #6. 9. Lost someone special: I’ve had a grandfather pass away, and this is probably going to sound bad, but...I really appreciated him, and he was nothing but kind to me. However, since I’d only seen him about three times in my life, the biggest way his death affected me was through my mother. It took her a while to get over my grandfather’s death, so it changed the way I behaved around her during that time. 10. Been depressed: Yes. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Exactly once, because I made the mistake of keeping pace with my uncle in Korea who takes soju shots like a champ. This also happened to be the night before Lunar New Year, so I got chewed out by my aunt (older sister of my uncle) once she realized why I was so lethargic during the festivities. _(:3 」∠)_ I don’t regret it though, because before that I had never been hungover before and was wondering what my limit was, haha.

List 3 favorite colors: 12-14. Red, blue, and...uh...other than those two I don’t have any definite faves. I guess the third would be either yellow or purple...? I’ll just go with purple for the sake of completion.

In the last year have you: 15. Made new friends: #TeamONIBE 16. Fallen out of love: That would require me to fall in love with someone first. 17. Laughed until you cried: I think it might have been when Mayushii and King did that disastrous cooking niconama. Like...what the actual fuck, do they seriously not know anything about basic kitchen safety and hygiene??? 18. Found out someone was talking about you: The number of times I’ve gone on to Discord and found out that someone in ONIBE was talkin’ smack about me... (｡･ˇ_ˇ･｡) It’s all in good fun though, haha. 19. Met someone who changed you: See #15. 20. Found out who your friends are: Nothing says "friendship” like screaming your heart out at an anisong concert, eating McNuggets while insanely drunk, sleeping while squished together in a seedy neighborhood, wotaing loudly in a moving vehicle, and other various activities I did with people I had never met in real life. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ AX 2017 was hella great for ONIBE bonding. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t think I’ve even used FB for non-work stuff since 2016 lol

General: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: If this means “I’ve actually met them in person and have had a decent conversation with them”, then maybe a few hundred? But if this means that I actually talk to them on a semi-regular basis, then, like...10, maybe. :’) 23. Do you have any pets: See my answer in the previous chain post I did. tl;dr I had a turtle and a dog in elementary school, but after that, no pets. I’d like to have a dog when I get a place of my own, though. 24. Do you want to change your name: Nope. 25. What did you do for your last birthday: Watched LLS Episode 13 in the morning and ate Korean BBQ in the evening. 26. What time did you wake up: Today? I honestly don’t remember. Sometime before 9? 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Laughing at dumb shit on Twitter and Discord, probably. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: The Delayed Viewing for the 2nd Live for the US! I’m making plans to meet up with ONIBE folks again and it’s gonna be ~L I T~ 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Early in the morning. She was like “lol get up and lose some weight” while I was still in bed so I groaned back, “You’re one to talk,” and went back to sleep. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I was gonna say “how about eliminating my student loans haha” but I suppose this is supposed to be a more serious question. I guess it’d be nice if I was a neater person. Like, my room is a total mess right now and I’m terrible at keeping track of things I should be working on... 31. Listening right now: Fun fact - I actually only listen to music while I’m driving. Otherwise, it distracts me from what I should be doing. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yup, that was the name of my debate coach when I was in junior high. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: People who hate on LL seiyuu. Like, they’re actual human beings who are working really hard to live up to the expectations of thousands - no, millions of people worldwide. To be quite honest, I invite you to tell me if you legitimately want to shit on any one of them (both µ’s and Aqours), because I have yet to see a single person who has had a good justification for doing so. 34. Most visited website: Probably Tumblr/YouTube/Twitter/Reddit, too lazy to figure out which one of those it is.

Jaewhy put in random questions here because they were missing for some reason, so I guess I’ll continue those: 35. Mole(s): I have a few around my face, but other than the one on my right cheek I don’t think they’re that noticeable? I don’t spend a lot of time in the sun like other Californians. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 36. Mark(s): I have a birthmark on the backside of my right shoulder that I’m sort of self-conscious about. It’s the perfect shape for getting a tattoo of a sunflower around it, so maybe I’ll do that some time in the future? 37. Childhood dream: Lawyer. 38. Hair color: I feel like I’ve answered this in a previous chain post, but it’s black. Duh. Though if you hold it up to the sun, some of the ends are more like dark brown. 39. Long or short: Long. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: See #16. Nope. 41. What do you like about yourself: I’ve spent an unhealthy amount of time staring at computers/video games and I still don’t need glasses. :D 42. Piercings: No, but I should probably get my ears pierced at some point? 43. Blood type: O. 44. Nickname: Yujacha, but a lot of people shorten it to “Yuja”. 45. Relationship status: Single. 46. Zodiac: Libra, Dog. 47. Pronouns: I feel like it’s obvious what gender I am, so just go with those. 48. Favorite TV show: I don’t really watch TV these days, but if I’m kicking back with some hot cocoa at like 2am I might watch Criminal Minds or something. 49. Tattoos: Nope, but like I said in #36 I’ve been thinking about it. 50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: Wisdom teeth removal is technically dental surgery. 52. Hair dyed in different color: I had highlights in my hair a few years ago, but they faded real quick. I’m vaguely considering dyeing it brown in the distant future...? 53. Sport: It’s fun to watch the occasional match when there’s a World Cup or Olympic thing going on, but otherwise I have no interest. 54. (A question I came up with since #54 was missing) Extracurricular activities: I was a debate kid for most of my school life, and in college I was in the Korean Club and Student Union. 55. Vacation: Does the 2nd Live DV later this year count? 56. Pair of trainers sneakers *American anthem plays in the distance*: I actually need new ones because I’ve tripped while hiking on at least two separate occasions due to my shitty old sneakers.

More general: 57. Eating: Haven’t yet. 58. Drinking: Wasn’t this literally the first question? 59. I’m about to: Eat. 60. (This question was missing so I'll make one up again) Thinking about: What to eat lol 61. Waiting for: 2nd Live DV~ 62. Want: Money tbh 63. Get married: I’d like to at some point, but at the moment I’m kinda tired of hearing about it from every middle-aged woman who talks to me (including my own mother). 64. Career: Working on it.

Which is better: 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs, because they’re warm and comfy and can be shared by complete strangers. 66. Lips or eyes: I was gonna repeat a previous answer and say “eyesmiles” but since this is “lips or eyes” rather than “smiles or eyes”, I guess my answer would fall more under “eyes”. 67. Shorter or taller: Bruh, if someone’s shorter than me then I’d need to check their ID to make sure they’re not jailbait. Taller. 68. Older or younger: I’ve never dated anyone so I honestly wouldn’t know, but I’d probably look for someone close to my age first? 69. (Lmao why was 69 missing :3c I’ll just make something up again) Outgoing or shy: The former, since I’m lazy. If someone doesn’t drag me to places I’ll just lay in bed all day. 70. Nice arms or stomach: It’s actually really hard for females to have a toned stomach, so any gals with abs are like ooh~ 👀 But I actually like hands! I have smol stubby fingers so I really dig people with nice hands. 71. Sensitive or loud: The former, because I don’t need the entire neighborhood to know when I’m gettin’ laid kthnx 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship, because sure why not? 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Maybe the former, but if they’re being too much of a lil’ shit then I’d go for the latter instead. I’ve dealt with friends who take like 20 minutes to decide what to order from a menu so I know that feel. :’)

Have you ever: 74. Kissed a stranger: Nope. 75. Drank hard liquor: Yup. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I’m pretty sure I annoyed half of ONIBE during AX when I went “haha y’all are blind af” after I found out I was pretty much the only one who didn’t have corrected vision. 77. Turned someone down: I was about to say “no” and then I got a sudden flashback to a certain incident in college, wow thanks for making me remember something I had tried to forget...sooo, uh, yup. 78. Sex on the first date: See #6. 79. Broken someone’s heart: IDK if turning someone down counts as breaking their heart. 80. Had your heart broken: ...yes. I think? 81. Been arrested: Nope. 82. Cried when someone died: Do fictional characters count? 83. Fallen for a friend: Uhhhhh...kind of? It was complicated.

Do you believe in: 84. Yourself: I’d like to think that I do. 85. Miracles: KISEKI DA YO~ ...sorry, I had to. Yeah. 86. Love at first sight: Shukashuu is living proof of this. 87. Santa Claus: Nope, sorry Maki!!! 88. Kiss on the first date: Sure.

Other: 90. Current best friend(s) name: IDK if I have one. :’) 91. Eye color: I’m Asian, take a wild guess. 92. Favorite movie: I don’t really have a favorite, but I did like “Kimi no Na wa.” (Your name.) so much that I made it my phone’s lock screen.

Tagging: I've only tagged people the first time I did one of these and I’m gonna try to keep it that way. If anyone who reads this wants to give it a go, feel free~

#yujachat #chain post #queuetie panther #edited the words from british to american english spelling BECAUSE I CAN HAHA #are these even interesting to people why would u wanna know about boring old me

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heartfeltheart · 4 years

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Alchemy: Tiny Steps

Chapters: 42/45 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Pro!Snape Series: Part 2 of 9. Summary: Part two of the Alchemy Series. Politics. Either you love it, hate it or you live it. For Alchemy Teacher Edward Elric, he lives it, hates it and loves it when he gets the upper hand. Here is to another year of hell… D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

Edward watched his students exit out of the train, all of them sleepy eyed and in danger of tripping over their feet. The older ones were helping the younger ones, either by taking hold of their arms or carrying him like he, William and Kingsley are doing. With a grunt, Edward fixed his coat while making sure the first year he was carrying doesn't fall over. It was still dark and not that many people were around to wonder what they were seeing.

"Fullmetal."

Edward face scrunched up at the mention of his former/current moniker, he looked over to see Mustang and his Mustang Unit waiting for them. Despite his usual way of dealing with them seemed to die down when Roy motioned for everyone to head towards the exit. First dealing with the well being of his students then mock the General later… once Captain Hawkeye is nowhere in sight. "I got word the barracks are being rebuilt. Where are we going to stay?"

"Major General Armstrong and Major Armstrong offered their home. They already set everything for everyone."

"Is the General here?"

"No… thank Truth."

-.-

Edward and Roy sat in front of a bus that was being used to transport the Hogwarts Students to the Armstrong Mansion. The two of them whispered to each other as many of the occupants on the bus were snoozing away.

"We've been going non-stop since we left Xerxes. Nearly got stuck in a sandstorm but we managed to reach the boarder before it hit… Since then, we had to take a longer route due to those nationalistic bigots."

"Amestrian Cultist Sect. Amestrian nationalist that went up on a high when I petitioned for everyone that has Ishvalan Blood has all their rights returned to them, and abolished Wrath's Presidential Decree #306. We… we were late for many to release former soldiers but many are still alive and were given compensation, provided care and offers for them to return in the Military. Many preferred to leave and return to their families…"

"Let me guess… dead?"

"More than half of them have no one waiting for them, I did manage to help one of them reunite with his daughter. The highlight of my career. However, since this has been occurring, the ACS(Amestrian Cultist Sect.) have been targeting them and has not been making things any easier for anyone."

"Typical. They don't like State Alchemist either if they don't meet up with their standards."

"How…?"

"They figured out who I am, they got pissed off that I beat the shit out of them when they attempted to harass someone and the color of the eyes. Apparently, it was too foreign for someone that is supposed to be full Amestrian. Irony of it, we are a mesh mash of people from different societies that there is no true Amestrian. Bigots…" Edward couldn't help but be reminded of those Pure Blood purest morons back at Great Britain. They were all slowly killing themselves, he had seen the family tree back in Black's home. He recognized the names and knew from that single lineage, how closely connected many of the families are connected. "We are going to have to quash that before it gets huge. Like before Major General Armstrong get her hands on them."

"Oh… that reminds me…. She's getting promoted."

"…. Truth. She's going through with it?"

"Not only that, Grumman promised her that she could still keep her position at Briggs."

"I think she's going to beat you for Fuhrer."

"…Thanks for that vote of confidence, Fullmetal."

-.-

"This is simply an introduction in the home. An hour at most… don't give me that look. Mr. Elric pushed for a visit and that was as much as he got for you. This is mainly to officially introduce you to Harry. I had visited the home prior to give the Dursley's time for our arrival and Mr. Edward arranged everything for us." Arty Fuchs announced to his current occupants in his in his vehicle as they headed out to a Little Whinging. The objective of the day, introduce Harry Potter to his god-father, who was recently released from prison due to a crime he did not commit. Well, not in those exact words but enough to ensure the kid does not have a horrible view of the man. "They are expecting us there at exactly, nine a.m., only an hour."

"If the kid was the one that arranged everything, then why isn't he here than…him." Black glared at the third occupant in the vehicle.

"Keep in mind, that kid is the main reason you are out of prison. Show some respect to someone for once in your putrid life." Snape snarled back at Sirius, turning in his seat to face said man. Dressed in similar muggle clothing he had worn the last time he went to Muggle London; the only difference is that he is wearing a thin green and gold scarf that is wound around his neck.

"Apologize, Black. Edward Elric currently has a very high standing in the Magical Community along with his brother."

Sirius didn't bother to hide a snort and the roll of his eyes. "I apologize for making fun of your boyfriend, Snape."

Snape breathed in harshly through his nose. "He's not my boyfriend. Mr. Elric is happily engaged to his childhood friend."

"Figures, who would want to date you anyways."

"Who or whomever I date, is no concern to you, Black."

"SO you do date."

"This could be a very bad time to ask, Snape…How was your date from the other night?" Fuchs asked, causing Black to look at Snape with a gob smack expression.

-.-

Edward wondered if Amestris had celebrated Christmas, this would be something he would be looking forward to once he and Winry both decide to have kids. To have the doors slammed open, kids running in exclaiming it's Christmas Day. Throwing on a bathrobe and being dragged down the hall to the Christmas Tree to their present waiting for them to open. Some of the students that had managed to remember the lay out of the Armstrong Household.

Once the Christmas Tree came into sight, Edward's students let him go and ran off towards the giant pile of present. There were a few of them that hesitated in going towards the tree, Edward recognized them to be the kids that either have problems with their families, have no one to call a family and so on. He nudges them forward with a loud yawn. "We made sure everyone had gotten something. Go, enjoy your Christmas."

Edward watched them go over towards the pile of presents, every step seemed to hold hesitancy but hope filled their eyes. He had dragged Severus out to Diagon Alley to buy presents to their respective students whom they knew that had a high chance they were not going to receive anything for Christmas. Severus had gotten his students silver tins filled with sugar coated dry fruits. Edward on the other hand, gave everyone in his class a personalized scarf. Each scarf had each student's favorite colors with patterns sewn into them, pay closer attention and one will see the patterns hide words that described each of his students. It cost him a hefty price, but it's worth every cent when Edward saw the looks on all their faces when they opened their gifts.

With a chuckle, Edward found a rocking chair that was close to a lit fire place by the Christmas Tree. He plopped himself on the chair with a heavy sigh when he felt his bones seemed to groan in protest. Twenty years old and he feels like an old man.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Elric."

Edward looked up to see Kingsley walking towards him, already dressed for the day. "Kingsley…happy holiday. I hope you did not have a hard time finding us."

"I followed the laughter of children on Christmas day… and Major Armstrong gave me directions on getting here before he went off to wake up Bill."

"…That… is not going to end up well for him."

-.-

The moment that Harry meet those two strange men at the hardware store, his life seemed to be constantly changing. Good or for the worse, he does not know. What he does know is that his aunt and uncle became more careful of where they left their marks on him, moved him into Dudley's second room and attempted to make him look more presentable. Sure, he was still forced to cook, clean, garden and so on, but now it was clear they made sure no one could see him do any of the chores.

Just some time ago, the home was visited by a Social Worker that was not so easily swayed like all the others. The man, Arty Fuchs, had said he is his new social worker and in charge of his well-being as of now. With that in mind, he informed them that his supposed good-for nothing god-father which he never knew about, was recently released from prison after he was given a proper trail and announced not-guilty. That Mr. Fuchs's job is that he is to transition Harry's care onto his god-father once the man is deemed able to take care of him.

With that in mind, Harry overheard a phone call that Mr. Fuchs is bringing his god-father for an hour visit. When he got caught, Aunt Petunia started to go off how the man is just some fantasist that did not know that once a criminal is always a criminal and that supposed god-father of his is nothing but… Harry shook his head at the memory. Dressed in his most decent of clothing, Harry sits in his new, for him, bed while he waited for his visitors. Downstairs, he could hear Dudley tearing open presents, squealing or complaining about them. He's never satisfied with what he receives from his parents.

Looking at the alarm clock on his night table to look at the time, to see that Mr. Fuchs should be here any minute with his god-father. Taking a deep breath, Harry stood up from the bed and walked towards the door and opened it to walk towards the stair case. He sat on the bottom step of the staircase and kept his gaze at the front door. Waiting.

Almost like magic, the moment the clock struck nine, the doorbell rang. All sounds that came out of the living room went silent, and tension seemed to fill the home. It was almost as if the family believed if they did not make any noise that whoever was on the other side of the door would leave them be. It seemed like that was the case when Uncle Vernon attempted to grab him to prevent him from opening the door. Being smaller and agile than the man, Harry dodged him and opened the door wide open.

Harry's eyes went wide open at seeing that same man from the other day with a present in his hand.

"BOY! WHO GAVE YOU PERM-"

Whatever made Uncle Vernon stop yelling is the sight of the man. His face turned into a horrible puce color when the unnamed man made a hand motion towards him and walk back into the living room without saying another word.

"Typical. Petunia, ensure your husband keeps his temper in check."

Harry's eyes widen at the sight of the man before him. This is the second time he had ever seen Uncle Vernon in such… condition. Could this man be his god-father?

Without saying a word, the man handed him the present that he was carrying. Harry felt his throat tighten and it grew when the man handed him two more presents from his coat.

"Your god-father is currently being told of the rules for the visit and my signal to enter…this place… The gifts are from your parent's friend. Why they made me their messenger boy is beyond me…"

The last part came out as a low whisper and Harry didn't catch it as he was more focused on his gifts. Gifts! He got three presents! Thr…four? The nice man had reached into his coat and pulled out a silver tin and placed it on top of the present in his arms. "Merry Christmas."

With that said, the man headed towards the living room and left Harry standing there staring at his presents. Gulping, Harry slowly walked out the front door to catch sight of Mr. Fuchs talking to a man he had never seen before. When the man caught sight of him, Harry swore the man eyes lit up and there appeared to be tears in his eyes. "Harry… after so many years, I finally see you again."

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