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Your Devil and your Angel
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a social experiment.
I want to test the main charecter syndrome of everyone on this platform.
im going to include on this post a poll. one will say "I am the One." and the other will say "I am the Rest".
as it says, only one person can pick "I am the One."
if by the end the poll, only one person has picked "I am the One", then tumblr will have won, and i will preform the most suggested punishment submitted by you.
but, if by the end, there is more then one "I am the one", i will be allowed to point and laugh at your hubris and call you various pg 13 bully names. Are you ready? Let us begin. Share this as far as you can.
edit: given it failed so quickly, the new rule is that you win if it is below 10 percent by the end.
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TS4 Default Replacement: Horse "Skin"
Day 1 Edition (BETA/TESTING) - Adults/Elders Only
at the behest of the public, here's the "Day 1" default replacement I did. DL & info under the cut.
So, okay. Honesty time! This isn't tested outside of CAP at all. I don't know how it'll look in-game. I guess that'll be something you all find out, it could like hot garbage for all I know.
Alongside that, is the biggest strongest flashiest disclaimer I could do; I made this in an hour on the day of the expac's release, it's rough as hell, it is NOT a final product and is IS a beta. If you end up having problems with it, I highly encourage just not using it until better and more-refined versions of it or others come out.
Also I default-replaced both the "normal" and "muscled" versions of the diffuse, so the muscle slider in CAP won't show any texture change any more with this mod. This'll change in newer, more official releases.
Anyways,
Terms of Use
Credit/link to me if you intend to edit, replicate or otherwise use this .package or especially my textures as a base for your own derivative work. I did a lot of reverse-engineering in my own time of the TS4 files to understand the file structure & to get this to work, so this is the very least you can do.
Do not sell or post behind a paywall, even a timed one. This tumblr is anti-paywall to the extreme. This includes any content that might be created under Rule One. Do not do this. I will think you are an asshole. I have had issues with this in the past and my tolerance for it is absolutely zero. Additionally this asset includes parts that are not owned wholly by me, so you'd be profiting off the work of others as well!
Do not reupload. If you let me know if there's an issue with SFS, I'll reupload it myself. Please link to this post or to the .package on SFS when sharing.
Credits: SSO (used some of their textures in blending); TS4; me, baby!
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I’m on some weird side of TikTok that hates Gwen for some reason and I’m terrified of looking on tumblr and seeing if that’s just the majority opinion, but anyways my thoughts on it:
So most of the videos I’ve seen on hating Gwen are about her “not being there for Miles” and because “she didn’t tell him”, and I don’t think those people watched the movie because
1.) Gwen joined an organization. An organization with rules. An organization with rules with tracking technology. There’s no way that they would’ve been okay with her just visiting Miles. Yeah she visited other Spideys, but those Spideys were a part of the organization.
If they had caught her visiting Miles for no reason, which they would have most likely noticed immediately, if not because of the tracking technology, then because of Jessica checking in on her often as her mentor that vouched for her, she could have been kicked out of the organization. Which for Gwen meant going back to her universe where she’d either be homeless and on run from the law, or just in jail.
There was no way she could have just visited beforehand, and they most likely had her on strict rules on not contacting him too (because this is an organization that tries to prevent the multiverse from breaking down, there’s no way they didn’t have strict rules), but the second Gwen was able to go to his universe, the very first thing she does, is stop by his house.
In fact, her mission is a second priority to her, she just leaves a tracker where the Spot is going to be, and then focuses on spending time with Miles.
2.) She tells him, then what? Either he accepts it, and just,, waits for his dad to die, knowing it’s not an event that he’s allowed to change (to their knowledge), or he fights against it, which would be the natural instinct of a 15 year old hearing that a loved one they’re close to is about to be killed, which would then put his entire universe at risk.
You heard them, they can fix Pavitr’s timeline “if they’re lucky,” most likely if Miles saved his dad and his universe started collapsing, they might not be able to save it, then he doesn’t just lose his dad, he loses everyone (if they let him join the society, would he be able to if his universe goes or does he go with it?)
Yeah some of the Spideys have some suspicions on whether or not interfering with the canon actually does cause a universe to collapse, but the only for sure facts they have is that Miguel fucked with a universe’s canon and that universe fell apart, it’s too risky to test it out on a hunch, and y’all wanted her to still risk it? knowing that there’s a 50/50 chance Miles still tries to save his dad and accidentally takes down his whole universe???
Now we as the audience have different information, and we’re pretty sure Miguel is wrong about the canon events, but you gotta think about what the characters know in universe, and what Gwen knows is that a Spidey wouldn’t want to just sit back and let a loved one die, and that screwing with canon might cost someone waaaay more than just one loved one
So Gwen not telling Miles anything and not visiting him wasn’t actually her flaws in the movie, yeah we felt betrayed that she did that, because it’s from Miles’ pov and Miles felt betrayed, but just because we wished she had done something different, doesn’t mean that her actions were wrong
Tragically, knowing what she knew, her mistake in the movie wasn’t “not being there more for Miles,” it was actually being there for him and visiting him, instead of avoiding him and focusing on her mission to capture the Spot, because if she had done that, then she could’ve stopped him before he started screwing with the multiverse
#Spiderman: across the spiderverse spoilers#Gwen Stacy#Miles Morales#jefferson davis#pavitr prabhakar#miguel o’hara#spider gwen#ghost spider#spiderman india#spiderman 2099#the Spot#dr Jonathan ohnn#jessica drew#spider-woman#you got to remember that at all times the spiderpeople believe that they’re stopping universes#and the entire multiverse#from collapsing#we wish so much that they had done it differently#but with the actual risks if something had gone wrong?#they can’t justify doing differently#I still believe tho that they’re going yo be wrong and that Miles can save everyone#but you gotta think about it from the other characters’ pov
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In Defense of Fanfiction (Or the perfect starting point for your original novel)
Fanfic gets a bad rap pretty much everywhere except Tumblr. It’s misunderstood and misrepresented by its average works, seen as juvenile and cringey, or a banal point of contention between a famous person or piece of media and its fans.
Outside of fanfic that writes about real people, especially smut fics of real people, I support the art wholeheartedly. Fictional characters are one thing, but personally, caricaturing a celebrity’s life for public consumption and writing or drawing them in compromising content without their consent is a little weird. You do you. Don’t like, don’t read, as they say.
Fanfic is the perfect starting point for a few reasons:
It places you in a creative box and forces you to work within those constraints
It does all the worldbuilding and character concepts for you
It lets you write way outside your comfort zone
When published and receiving feedback, it boosts your self-confidence
It's incredibly flexible
It’s practice. All practice is good practice
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Behold your creative box
When I was little I had no idea the majority of fanfic was shipping fics. I always pictured and looked for canon-divergent alternate universes. Like, what if X happened in this episode instead of Y? What if this character never died?
Fanfic demands you work within someone else’s canon, whether it’s an OC in the canonical world, or the canonical characters in an AU. These are like little bowling bumpers saving you from the gutter, but also keeping you on a straight-ish path toward the pins.
The indecisiveness of too many choices can be too intimidating when you’re first starting out. You want to be a writer but you have no idea where to begin, what genre to pick, what characters you want to chronicle, what themes you want to explore.
Even if it sits on your computer never to see the light of day, you still got those creative juices flowing.
Pre-packaged worldbuilding
Sometimes all we want is to get to the good stuff. Maybe I want to write a story about elemental magicians but Last Airbender already exists and I just want to play in a pre-existing sandbox. So I write some OCs into that world and have a free-for-all.
I don’t have to come up with my own lore, world history, magic system rules and mechanics, politics, geography—any of it. I get to just focus on the characters.
Even if you’re writing an AU, like say a coffee shop AU, you don’t have to think about brand new characters, you can just think “What would M do?” and go from there. The trade-off is your readers will expect canonical characters to behave in-character, but I think it’s worth it.
Stretch beyond your comfort zone!
Do you hate writing action scenes? Go practice with a shonen anime fic. Need work on dialogue? Write some high-fantasy fic, or a courtroom drama. Practice a fistfight by watching fistfights and writing what you see, and do it over and over again until what you read makes you feel like you're watching what’s on screen.
But beyond that—practice genres that you aren’t super familiar with. If you’re new to fantasy, write fantasy fic. Or a mystery novel/show, thriller, comedy, satire, adventure, what have you. The nature of fanfic still gives you those “guardrails” and you can get some brutally honest feedback on how you’re doing.
And, of course, the realm of M-rated romance and smut fics. I haven’t because I think I would die of embarrassment if I tried and I never intend to include sex scenes in my works anyway, but if you do want to, use the internet as your test audience. Post it on a throwaway account if you’re nervous.
Build that self-confidence!
The fandoms I used to write for are super dead, so it’s insane how I still get email notifications that so-and-so liked my fic to this day. Comments are as elusive as ever, but random strangers on the internet telling me they liked my work is a magical reassurance that my writing isn’t actually awful.
Random strangers on the internet are, as we all know, beholden to no moral obligation to be kind to your little avatar face, or be kind to be polite. So a rando taking the time to like my work or even leave a positive comment can feel more honest than one of my friends telling me what they think I want to hear.
I tend to avoid the more present aspects of fandom like online communities, forums, social media, what have you, so I get a delayed and diluted aspect of any given fandom through completed works. Which means, in general, I get to avoid the worst and most toxic aspects of fandom and get to sift through positive feedback and critique.
Even if your fanfic isn’t written with stellar prose, it’s fanfic. We don’t expect Pulitzer-prize winning content. And if your work isn’t up to snuff, people are more likely to just ignore it than put you on blast (at least in my experience, I never got a bad comment or a “flame” in the old FFN days).
Fanfic doesn’t care about the rules of published literature
On the one hand, try not to practice bad habits, but with this point I mean that your layout, punctuation, formatting, paragraph styles, chapter length–all of it is beholden to no rules. I get as annoyed as the next reader with giant blocks of paragraphs, or the double-spacing between pages of single-sentence paragraphs, but if the story’s good enough I might ignore it.
There’s more than just straight narrative fics, though. People write “chat” fics, or long streams of text and group chat conversations. The scene breaks can come super rapidly–I’ve seen fics with a single sentence in between line breaks to show the passage of time. And without the polish of a traditionally published novel, I’ve never seen a purer distillation of author voice in any medium more than fanfic.
All practice is good practice
Even if it’s crack fiction, or a one-off one-shot, or something meant to be lighthearted and straightforward and free from complex worldbuilding and intricate plots. It really helps break writer’s block when you can shift gears and headspaces entirely and you can get relatively instant feedback to keep you motivated.
Beyond that, the “guardrails” help you stay consistent as far as character growth and personality if you struggle with designing rich characters.
The most recent fanfic I wrote was just a couple years ago, for a dead fandom I didn’t think would get any traffic whatsoever. It wasn’t my original works, but the feedback on that fic gave me the kick in the butt I needed to get back into writing more seriously.
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In short, I support fanfic. I may not be proud of my earliest fics' prose now, but I am proud that they walked so I can now run.
#writing advice#writing resources#writing tips#writing tools#writing a book#writing#writeblr#fanfic#fanfiction#archive of our own#ao3#ffn
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Apologies for my recent radio silence. I've had a lot on my mind lately.
This post isn't Earthspark-related at all, but please read it.
I need to take a second on this blog to acknowledge some things going on in the world. I should not have stayed silent on this blog before, but I'm trying to fix that now.
Genocide in Palestine + how you can help Palestinians
You can buy e-sims for people in Gaza here. Anything helps.
Click here daily to help generate funds for Palestine. It's free and takes less than a minute.
Here's a list of where you can donate to help Palestine.
(If there's anything I should add to this section, please let me know.)
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The KOSA bill, what it's going to do if passed, and how you can help prevent it from taking effect
KOSA will essentially erase anonymity from the internet by requiring people to upload their government ID or other form of identification to any social media site, as well as restricting resources and information on LGBT rights, history, racism, and more. This bill will censor the entire internet and destroy privacy while violating First Amendment rights and potentially putting minors in danger.
This also could very well mean the end of Tumblr, and I'm not exaggerating here.
Tomorrow KOSA could be passed in Senate, and from there it will need to pass in the House of Representatives before being signed into law by the president. It's not doomsday yet, but it is a dangerous situation-- and here's what you can do.
StopKOSA.org provides you with a template email to send to your representatives. You can leave it how it is or edit it to say what you want, and then send it from their website.
The website also allows you to call your representatives and gives you a template of what to say.
BadInternetBills.org, run by the same people, takes action against KOSA as well as other bills like EARN IT. At the time of posting this, over 356,000 people have signed this petition.
Additionally there are several petitions on change.org to help stop KOSA. Here are a few of them.
STOP KOSA
STOP THE KOSA
Stop Kosa
Save Humanity, Oppose KOSA
STOP THE KOSA ACT
(Again, please let me know if there's anything I should add.)
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One last thing-- The evolution of AI images and video.
I don't really have anything good to say. AI is evolving fast and changing the world as we know it. We are adapting, but nobody knows how this really is going to end up.
A few quick points:
AI images are not art. That's all. AI "artists" who genuinely claim to have made something of their own just by typing a prompt into a generator will be blocked. (Which has been in my rules for a while, but I still think it needs to be said.)
I recommend Glaze for artists who don't want their art being scraped and used for data training. Especially with the recent rumors of an upcoming deal between Tumblr and Midjourney. There's also a similar program called Nightshade (haha, earthspark reference? anyone?🦉) that I haven't tested myself but have heard good things about.
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That's all, I suppose. Reblogs are good, if you don't mind.
Spread the word about KOSA. Contact your representatives. Sign the petitions.
Support Palestine if possible. Donate if you can. If you are unable to donate, make sure to do your daily clicks.
Stay safe and take care of yourselves. ❤️
#>> mod: firefly#this will be one of the only non-earthspark things i'll ever post#look i'm going to be completely honest here; i'm stressed out of my fucking mind. this is not okay#the state of the world is terrifying and i hate it#but we can still do things to help#it's important to not give up hope because there is hope and we can fight for it#but not if we give up before we can try#alright yeah that's my attempt at a pep talk. from the earthspark blog mod.#thank you for reading this anyways. <3#oh and anon asks will be off for a short while because i'm scared of. idk. everything right now. sorry about that#tags:#palestine#from the river to the sea#free palestine#stop kosa#anti ai#ai art theft#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#kosa#kosa bill#bad internet bills#internet censorship#hgffgdfgdfh
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Happy as ever - TAA
Pairing: pregnant! reader x Trent Alexander Arnold
Warnings: none. just fluff
A/N: this is my first work on tumblr. hope you like it!
P.S. I know the dates don’t really match from finding out to giving birth but hypothetically it is possible so just ignore that and enjoy the show.
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Christmas was your favorite holiday. You weren’t a really festive person, but there was just something different about christmas. Especially since you’ve been living with Trent.
The two of you have been married for almost a year now, and this would be your first Christmas as a married couple. This made the holiday even more special for the two of you. You’ve lived together before, but now you have a house you’ve bought together and decorated it from scratch (something you had enjoyed doing, unlike Trent). Of course, this helped make the Christmas in your house as magical as you’ve always dreamed of.
It was the 23rd of December. Trent was currently at Anfield, preparing for the game of the season against Arsenal, the title race at it’s finest. Now, as a loving wife you would usually be at the stadium, but you were feeling rather unwell and decided to watch it at home.
Whilst adding the finishing touches to the decorations in your home in your Alexander-Arnold jersey, you kept looking at the time, making sure not to miss the start of the match. When you were finished with adding the lights to your kitchen cabinets, you jumped on your massive couch and turned the tv on. You suddenly felt like you were going to be sick.
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You were walking up to your driveway. Nervous, shaking like hell. Your keys kept falling out of your hands. The match was probably finished, you wouldn’t know because instead of watching it you were running to the closest pharmacy.
Throwing your purse to the floor, jacket on the couch, shoes scattered one after the other on the carpet, you ran to the bathroom upstairs.
“Come on already” you said to the stick in your hand as you kept shaking your knees. You heard the all to familiar beep of your husband’s car. “Shit”
You could hear the front door being harassed by your lover. Out of fear you threw the stick somewhere in the bathroom and flew out the door and downstairs. “Hey baby” “I don’t deserve any pet names, if I gave that goal I would, but I didn’t” he said with a pout on his face while harassing your fridge now, pulling out a carton of milk and drinking from it. You would normally yell at him about it but you were too stressed to do it.
“Oh baby, don’t do that to yourself” you said while walking to him and engulfing him in a huge hug. “We should have won” his voice was muffled by your shoulder which made you giggle. “Come on, leave the milk. Let’s go to bed”
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Having to console Trent made you forget all about the pregnancy test. You have woken up in the middle of the night, seeing the plus sign.
You were pregnant.
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It was the 25th of December. Christmas. Your and your husband’s favorite holiday.
Now, you usually had a “no presents” rule, but this year you were giving him the present of his life.
You wrapped the box with a red liverpool wrapping paper and a cute bow on top. Going down the stairs from your shared bedroom, you found Trent getting ready for you both to go to his parent’s house. “You ready- Hey, what’s that” he said while tying his shoe laces. “It’s for you, merry christmas” You handed him the box, he took it and felt the bow through his fingers. “I thought we said no presents” He looked up from the present to you, with a small pout on his face. “We did, but this one is different. Open it!”
He carefully untied the bow and the wrapping paper. He opened the box, and groaned when it was filled to the top with red paper. He looked at you and playfully rolled his eyes, knowing it was your way of stalling and building up the anticipation. He cleared through the paper and found a small Liverpool jersey with his number and last name, including the small shorts. “What is this?” He asked, kind of confused. “Look in the pocket of the shorts”
He skeptically put his hand in the pocket and pulled out the positive pregnancy test. “You’re joking baby aren’t you” “No, you’re gonna be a father”
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It was the 6th of October. Trent was playing a game against Manchester United at home. You were way past your due date, so you were stuck eating spicy food while watching the game on tv, praying to the lord the thing would come out of you already. Trent’s brothers were keeping you company by his demand, he didn’t want you to be alone if anything happened.
Liverpool have taken over the lead with Trent’s goal. You jumped up from the sofa, the three of you hugging and screaming, too happy to notice that your water broke.
“Umm, we gotta get you to the hospital” Marcel spoke as you looked down the ground, swallowing hard.
It was 11:30 pm when Trent ran into the hospital, you were close to being ready to give birth. “I fucking hate him. He made me like this and now it’s taking him forever to come? Wasn’t like that when he gave me this thing” You screamed to your doctor, your sarcasm amusing her until you shot her a death glance.
Trent barged into your room, completely out of breath. “Baby I’m so sorry I couldn’t start my car and then Virg was about to give me a ride and then I had to explain to everyone why I couldn’t take the bus with them and then-“ “Trent John Alexander Arnold if you don’t shut up I swear to god I’ll find a way for you to give birth to this baby” He was a bit afraid of you, so he did shut up and took your hand, staying by your side.
“You’re 10 cm wide, we can get started” said the doctor. You looked at Trent who gave you a quick smile and a peck to your cheek, mouthing that you can do it.
After an hour and a half your beautiful baby daughter was born and you could hear her cries. When she was handed to you, the both of you started crying.
After they examined her she was back in your arms, Trent seated next to you, both of you out of words. “Have you chosen a name yet?” “Tina”
“Okay” said the doctor to the nurse. “Tina Alexander Arnold. Born on the 7th of October 2024, 1:45 am”
The two of you looked at each other, neither of you have noticed that it was past midnight and it was Trent’s birthday.
“Happy birthday pretty boy” You said as you handed to him his daughter, the best present in the world.
#liverpool#liverpool fc#trent alexander arnold#trent alexander x you#trent alexander imagines#trent aa#taa66#taa#football imagine#football#lfc players#lfc#premier league#dominik szoboszlai#jude bellingham
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Kinktober day 12 - Jealousy
Pairing: Zoro x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ ! MDNI! , NSFW, Jealousy, Alcohol, Teasing, Smut, Choking, Spanking, Biting, Spit as lube.
Summary: You didn't to tell Zoro you wanted to be more than "just friends" because you were scared to get your heart broken by him. So Instead you decided to test him a little.
A/N: masterpost & links is pinned on my tumblr.
You were currently standing at a bar drinking beer. You could feel Zoro's eyes burning into your back. You were sitting and chatting with a guy, who you had no interest in other than to make Zoro a little jealous. You sipped your beer and laughed at what he was talking about. You looked over at where Zoro stood when you didn't notice him anymore. You felt like your heart could burst as the realisation hit you hard, what have you done? This was dumb. You sighed and said "Thanks for the talk, but I have to go back to my friends" you said and stood up from the chair to leave. "Hey, we were just talking!" the guy began. "Sorry but I have to go" you said once more, this time getting annoyed. "I sit here and talk for you, keeping you company and you don't even want me?" he said offended, he grabbed your arm and pushed you closer to him. "You tease, Come here and give me a kiss at least." You ripped your arm out of the guys grip and were about to say something when someone punched him so hard he flew out of the window. The whole bar turned silent as you looked over at who punched him.
Zoro was standing there pissed, "Zoro" you said suprised. "you're coming with me" he said and threw you over his shoulder as he walked up the stairs. "What the are you doing?" you asked him, but he did not respond. He walked into a empty room when he put you down and stared into your eyes. "I know what you are doing" he said simple, you froze up and played dumb. "Yeah, what's that?" You said as your voice cracked, he looked at you frustraited, you froze up as you just looked at him and you felt bad "im sorryh-" before you could finish your sentence, He hissed as he grabbed your waist and pinned you hard into the wall.
He looked at you serious "Why are you trying to hurt me" he said and looked at you, trying to read your face. "You were making me feel like crazy, I don't want us to be just friends, Zoro" you whispered and looked at him frustrated. "I want you so bad, all the time" you revealed and felt unsure about how he would respond. He sighed as he grabbed your waist and pulled your legs between his hips. His right hand was on your ass holding you close into him. "do you think I kiss all my friends like this?" he said and crashed his lips into yours, kissing you passionatly.
You felt like you were in heaven as you moaned into his lips. You really don't know how long you stood there just making out, This heat burned inside you. He then thrusted his hard boulder up into you. You moaned as he kept kissing you, and then his tounge asked for entrance as he began to thrust his boulder up into you.
"Do whatever you want to me" you panted after the breathtaking makeout session. "Im yours" you said and kissed him hard as he thrusted his boulder up into you. "yeah?" He said as you felt his boulder thrusting hard into you. "then let me show you what happends to little brats who don't follow the rules" he whispered into your ear, giving you the chills as he dragged up your dress with his right hand and ripped your thong apart. "show me" you whispered. "are you sure that's what you want?" He smirked and slipped you down as he grabbed your shoulders and twirled you around and pushed you over to the couch, as you fell face down on the couch, landed on the armrest. You turned your cheek on the side to get a better look at him.
He spanked you with one hand as he pushed two fingers inside you with the other. "Are you sure you want this?" he said and spanked you again."Yes I'm sure" you moaned "Do you want me to fuck some sense into you?" He smirked while looking at you, you moaned "yes" You could hear his fingers thrusting into you once more "Im going to fuck you so hard everyone downstairs is gonna know youre mine" he groaned as he was making wet sounds with your clit, making you moan.
He clapped your pussy with an open hand, causing you to flinch "You want be punished?" he grunted and spanked your ass, this time a little harder. "Yes, Zoro!" you winced, as you felt the burn on your asscheek. He groaned loudly as he slipped his fingers out of you and bit your asscheek, making you moan. He leaned up and grabbed your clit with his fingers. "Tell me what you did" He smirked as you felt him leaning his other hand on your back. He pinched hard and then he spanked you with the same hand "Don't make me repeat myself" he smirked as he pinched your clit "I made you jealous on purpose" He spanked you "Dumb move" He said as he spanked you once more.
He pulled down his pants, you turned your head around and saw his big throbbing dick as he stroked it, smirking at you when you looked shocked. He grabbed your hips and placed them perfectly infront of him. He spit down on your clit as he placed four fingers inside you, "Fuck y/n" He felt your walls clutch around his fingers. You moaned and as your legs started to feel week. "Hands behind your back." he grunted and you obeyed. He looked at you as he pushed his shaft slowly inside you. He grabbed your hands and put his other hand on your throat. "you look so good with your hand on my throat" you moaned.
He groaned as he began to thrust hard into you, it felt like he was holding back before because now he was thrusting so hard into you. You moaned loudly "fuck" He groaned as he spanked you hard and moved it back and gripped your hands, pushing your back down as he thrusted his hips hard into you. "You fuck me so good" you moaned feeling so good listening to his hips clapping hard into you, an overload of moans escaped your mouth. “You want the whole bar to hear you?” He grunted hard as he thrusted harder into you. “Good, let everybody know you’re mine.” You felt your breath become deep and heavy "Zoro-" you moaned as you climaxed hard, as he kept thrusting and it felt like your climax never ended. He moved his hand from your throat "Fuck" you said while panting.
He pulled out as he placed his length between your ass and slowly thrusted "come here" he said and began to stroke his shaft, You walked over to him and he said quickly "down on your knees" he groaned as you sat down on your knees, looking up at him. "open up that pretty mouth for me" he moaned as you opened up and you leaned twoards his shaft as he thrusted slowly inside you, "Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth on my dick" he moaned as he thrusted hard and came deep inside your mouth. "swallow" he said as he pulled his dick out of your mouth. You swallowed his cum, and then licked your underlip slowly.
He smirked at you and helped you up on your feet. He pulled up his pants, and you cleaned yourself up in the mirror nearby. You turned around as you looked at him longingly, He looked back over to you "You were right" you mumbled as you looked at him, He began to smirk "about what?" he crossed his arms. You sighed and walked over to where he stood and tried to sit down but instantly you felt like that was a mistake. Your clit was aching from his big shaft.
You winced as you instantly stood up, He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his arms. "It was a dumb move" you said while still trying to recover. You leaned your head into his chest and said "I am so sorry Zoro, won't happen again" You looked up at him as you waited for him to respond.
He chuckled lightly and said "you didn't know you're my girl" he grabbed your chin and leaned it up towards his lips as you stood on your toes as he kissed you passionatly. You twirled your hands around his neck. "I'm your girl" you grinned and kissed him back.
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"One simple rule."
a/n: fluff, first headcanon posted in tumblr, some grammar errors, Dottore is called Zandik
To say that Zandik is not jealous of his own segment would be a lie.
His segment technically still counts as he himself yet why is he gritting his teeth in annoyance when he sees you giving affection to his segment?
Said segment on the otherhand is flustered and embarrassed from all the loving affections you have been giving him for the past ten minutes.
Maybe Zandik shouldn't have told you to wait when you wanted to shower him with affection. He's definitely regretting it now. If he could make a segment of himself from ten minutes ago, he would have slapped him and immediately made him agree to your offer.
The vial he held in his hand started to break due to how tight he gripped it, the chemical stored inside was slowly seeping through the cracks.
Both you and the segment quickly turned your head when you heard the sound of glass breaking. Your eyes caught sight of the test tube shattered on the floor as you turned too look back at Zandik to see him removing his gloves and muttering under his breath.
"Out."
That was all the segment needed to hear from Zandik as he immediately pulled away from your grasp and run out of the room. Leaving you to deal with your pissed off significant other.
"Zan--"
Before you could utter another word, you were immediately pinned to the door. You stared in shock at the familiar ruby red eyes of Zandik as he looked at you with a scowl on his face.
"Why so quiet, dearest? You were cooing a lot at my segment earlier while you were showering him affection. Why aren't you doing it to me now, hm?"
"Are you jealous, Zandik?" you asked, a grin spreading across your face as you held your gaze against the harbinger. If you were just a normal person, Zandik would have tied you down on the examining table and started cutting you open and spilling out your guts just for fun but no, you were his lover. But even his lover has to learn their lesson. You let out a small gasp when you felt Zandik's teeth nibbling your earlobe, making you shiver.
"As much as I do not like using that term, I am jealous. Which is why I decided to establish a rule for you to follow, my dear." Zandik stated, his breath fanning against your ear.
"You are not allowed to be affectionate to my segments. You may interact and talk to them as much as you want but showing any act of affection towards them is not allowed." Zandik said, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger before lifting your chin up to meet his gaze.
"Just follow that one simple rule.. and you will have all my attention. After all, I'm the one who can give you the most pleasure." he stated, gently rubbing his thumb against your lower lip.
"You'll be good and follow it, yes?"
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Can i request something where young or teen wandanat daughter loves using her powers around home but wanda doesn’t want her too and r tries to get nat to back her up all the time and nay is just like im not apart of this
Don't Use Your Powers (Request)
Warnings: I don't think that there is any but if there is just let me know.
Age: 7
Word Count: 1,248
Requests: Closed
Summary: Read the request and it will explain everything
Requested by: Anonymous on Tumblr
Date: 15/01/2024
paring: Natasha and Wanda
A/N: Thank you for your request I hope that you like it. Wrote this instead of writing an essay for college. Yes, the ending is terrible but we just don't talk about that.
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For as long as they could remember since they have been together Natasha and Wanda talked about expanding their family and having a child together
They thought about adoption but what they wanted was to have the whole baby experience including getting pregnant, carrying the baby, giving birth then dealing with it for its whole life until it decides that it wants to move out and look after itself
Since Natasha was unable to have a child they agreed that Wanda would be the one who would carry the baby and after months and months of IVF, she finally became pregnant.
During Wanda's pregnancy, everything went smoothly, and they did many tests to ensure the baby's health. Time went by quickly and before they knew it their little baby was here in the world.
Wanda gave birth to a healthy baby girl and they named her Y/N.
As you grew up there were some concerns about whether you inherited powers from Wanda but the older you got there were no signs of you having any powers that was until you reached the age of 7 when you discovered that you had these new abilities.
Wanda and Natasha were scared that you wouldn't be able to control your powers and it would only get worse but with lots of training from your mom, you picked it up very quickly and learned how to control your abilities.
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Your moms didn't like you using your magic at home or in public but that didn't stop you from doing it especially when your parents weren't around to tell you off.
You used your magic to lift two teddy bears in the air and make them dance. You were giggling so loud that Wanda heard you from the kitchen and knew that you were up to something no good.
She walked into the living room and when you saw her you instantly froze. You could tell that she wasn't happy when she had her hands on her hips.
"Hi Mommy," You said not sounding guilty in the slightest.
"What are you doing Y/N you know that you're not allowed to use magic."
"They're just dancing Mommy," You said moving your fingers to make the bears dance again.
"That's not the point Y/N what if someone saw?" she asked grabbing the teddies and dropping them on the floor beside you.
You stood up and waved your hands in front of the curtains and closed them. "There now no one will see." Then you sat back on the floor and picked up on the teddies.
Wanda walked over to the curtains and opened them again and before she could say anything the front door opened.
"I'm home," Natasha shouted.
She walked into the living room and over to Wanda. "Hi babe," she said then kissed Wanda.
"Hi," Wanda replied softly.
Natasha kneeled beside you and placed a kiss on the top of your head.
"Mommy's being mean." You huffed crossing your arms.
"Why is mommy being mean?" Natasha asked kneeling beside you and gently stroking your hair.
"She's not letting me play."
"I never said that Y/N I said that you're not allowed to use your magic" Wanda said
"Same thing" you mumbled.
"You know the rules sweetheart and the rules are to keep you safe," Natasha told you then she stood up and walked into the kitchen and Wanda followed her.
"We need to do something about Y/N," Wanda said watching Natasha walk around the kitchen.
"Why me?" Natasha asked getting out two cups from the cabinet and pouring coffee into both cups "She's your daughter after all"
"I like how she's my daughter when it comes to discipline."
"Well I can't discipline her she knows that I cave in when she does that sad little pout," Natasha said handing Wanda the cup of coffee.
Wanda shook her head and took a sip.
Before Natasha could say anything there was a loud giggle coming from the living room.
"If she's using her magic you're dealing with it. " Wanda said putting down her coffee cup, grabbing ahold of Natasha's hand and dragging her back into the living room.
They found you sitting on the floor with the curtains closed and using your magic to make your toys walk about the room.
"Y/N!" Wanda said quite loudly causing you to jump. "Honestly when will you learn?" She sighed.
"But the curtains are closed," You said pointing at the curtains.
"That's not the point Y/N. When we tell you not to do something you listen and don't do it."
"Can't I just keep playing for a little bit longer then I'll stop?"
"No, you can't." Wanda
You stood up and walked over to Natasha you knew exactly what you needed to do to get her to let you
"Please, mama." You said looking up at her with your big eyes and sad pout.
"No, don't use your please face," Natasha said trying not to look at you.
You got even closer to her, clasped your hands together and brought them up to your cheek. "Just this one time."
"Don't give in to her Nat," Wanda whispered.
"I can't do it." Natasha said then started walking away "I am not a part of this." She called out.
"Every time," Wanda mumbled.
Wanda got down to your level and put her hands on your shoulders. "Y/N I need you to listen to me are you listening?"
You nodded your head" I'm listening."
"Good, now you have to start listening to me and Mama when we tell you that we don't want you using your powers."
"Why?" You asked.
"Because we want to protect you."
"Why?" You asked again.
Wanda let out a frustrated sigh. She knew this asking why game would go on for hours if she let it. "Just say yes Mom."
"Yes, mom." You repeated.
"Good girl now go play with your toys and no using magic," Wanda said ruffling your hair and walking out of the room.
You waited a few seconds before your mom couldn't see you anymore then you used your magic once more to get some more toys out of your toy box and made them walk around but you had no idea that your mom was standing behind you this whole time.
"Y/N!" Wanda shouted.
You let out a loud squeal, jumped up and started running.
"Get back here young lady," Wanda shouted as she started chasing you.
Natasha saw you then Wanda ran past her office. "Run Y/N." She called out.
You ran into your parent's bedroom but you were too slow at closing the door Wanda grabbed you and then started tickling you.
"What did I say about using your magic young lady?" Wanda asked while continuing to tickle you.
You didn't respond because of how much you were giggling.
Wanda walked over to her bed dropped you on it then sat down beside you. "No more using your magic without permission little miss or you will be going to live with Tony."
"No not Tony he's boring." You shouted.
"Right, so are you going to use your magic?" Wanda asked.
"No, Mom, I promise no more magic."
"Good girl." She said then started kissing you all over your face.
After that day you never used magic without permission from your parents but it was a completely different story when they weren't around but let's not tell them that. What they don't know can't hurt them.
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How to (Not) Play Windtrace 3
Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader
Summary: You and the men are officially playing Windtrace again after a while! This time, new people are added to the game, and it makes the game more challenging! Or, at least, that's what you thought until someone found you a minute or two into the game. You all end up changing the venue of the game, and you end up meeting a "new face."
Note: It's been a few months since the last part of How to (Not) Play Windtrace! Here's an update on it, finally! This part is probably not as chaotic as the first two parts, but it's somewhat chaotic 🤔 Since I'm not entirely sure about the possible new map of Windtrace, I made one up for the plot. I was able to type most of this story before a random power outage happened. I have no idea why I always get power outages at the worst times when I have deadlines to meet ._. Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: A bucket is thrown at you and Scaramouche (mainly aimed at Scaramouche, but hit both of you), and you fall on your face, slight innuendos?
Word Count: 9.8k
How to (Not) Play Windtrace parts: [1], [2], [3]
Everyone is gathering in front of Dawn Winery. Today is a beautiful day, too beautiful not to go outside and hang out with each other, bask in each other’s presence, and spend some time with one another as a way to bond! That’s what you assumed was going to happen. Until Itto and Childe walk to the front with fowls in their hands, holding the fowls up to their faces before clearing their throats to get everyone’s attention.
“Annnnnd welcome back to round three of Windtrace! I’m your host, Arataki Itto, with my co-host, Chiiiiilde!” Itto announces dramatically into his makeshift microphone; he’s using a fowl as a microphone.
“Last time we played Windtrace, we only had about fifteen people playing. But now, we have ten more people added to the game! Shall I go over some rules for our newcomers?” Childe asks, looking right at you, who also has his own makeshift microphone.
Your eyes widen, and you point at yourself. “Are you wanting me to answer whether we should go over the rules again, or are you implying that I’m a newcomer and need the rules to be explained to me?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at Childe.
Al Haitham rolls his eyes at Childe. “We already know the rules of the game. Even though we weren’t there to play the game while the fifteen of you were, we know the rules,” Al Haitham states, crossing his arms over his chest and exhaling through his nose.
It has been a while since you and the men played Windtrace. You couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of having to find more people in the game. Last time it was Childe that was the hunter, and you’re hoping that you won’t have to be the one to find the other men in the game. Imagine having to find twenty-five people in Windtrace! A nightmare.
While you’re excited to play Windtrace again, since the four Harbingers are now joining in on the game, you’re a little bit nervous. Just the thought of a Harbinger searching for you is a nightmare fuel, and you’re not mentally or emotionally prepared to be chased by any of the Harbingers.
“This feels like a detective game and hide-and-go-seek rolled up into one game. I’m excited to play this game and put my detective skills to the test!” Heizou says, clasping his hands together with a big smile on his face.
Aether crosses his arms over his chest and looks at each man skeptically. “How did you all play Windtrace last time we weren’t here?” Aether asks.
“We played like how Wintrace is supposed to be played! It was quite eventful, and it’s cute to see this cutie over here get flustered,” Childe says, reaching over to you and pinching your cheeks lightly.
You scoff and swat Childe’s hands away from your face, feeling your face become hot under each man’s gaze. You cross your arms over your chest and look away from them, your nose sticking up in the air as you let out a “hmph!” while Childe and Itto look over at each other with a nervous laugh, hoping that you wouldn’t expose them of their lies.
Pierro looks at you with interest. “Oh? What’s with the reaction, little one?” Pierro asks, raising an eyebrow at you for your peculiar reaction to Childe’s comment.
Dottore leans over to Pierro and whispers loudly to the older man behind his hand. “Judging by [Y/N]’s reaction, it seems like Childe may be lying.”
“Care to tell us why you reacted that way after hearing Childe’s response?” Capitano asks, turning to look over at you.
“Gladly!” You reply sassily, turning to face the men while ignoring Childe’s silent pleas. “In the game of Windtrace, there are four players. One person is the hunter, and three other people are the rebels, correct?” You raise your eyebrows.
Pantalone tilts his head to the side and nods his head slowly. “That is correct.”
You let out a humorless laugh. “Well!” You clap your hands and look at every man that played Windtrace with you last time. “I was the hunter, and all of them were the rebels. Yes, that is correct! One hunter and fifteen rebels! In round two, I was the rebel, and there were fifteen hunters that I had to search for,” you explain, narrowing your eyes at each man.
“Well, that sounds unfair,” Tighnari says, puckering his lips while brushing the back of his ears.
You nod your head with a small glare on your face. “It was! But it was actually fun playing Windtrace that way because imagine being chased by fifteen attractive men,” you said, covering your hot cheeks with both of your hands.
“I think you and I have a different definition of attractive because….” Kaveh looks around at each man and makes a face. “I think you can do better, but I’m the exception, of course,” Kaveh says, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face.
“I am now starting to see why [Y/N] wants to fight you all the time,” Venti says, giving Kaveh a fake smile and letting his lyre disappear in thin air.
“So, this game…. Are we going to play it as it is, or are we going to play it like how you all played it last time?” Cyno asks, raising his eyebrows at you, Childe, and Itto.
You sigh and run your hands through your hair. “We should just play it like how we played Windtrace last time. If we were to play the game how it originally is, it would take a while for us to get through a few rounds because I know how competitive some of you are,” you said, looking over at Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Al Haitham, Kaveh, Xiao, and Scaramouche.
You blink when there’s a space where you thought Scaramouche would be standing. You look around the crowd of men, searching for the indigo-haired man. You hum to yourself, prop your hands on your hips and look at every man over and over again, making sure to make eye contact with each of them. After scanning your eyes through the crowd, you have concluded that Scaramouche is missing from the group, and you have no idea where he is.
“What are you looking for?” Thoma asks, looking at you curiously.
You rub your temples and sigh. “Scaramouche is missing, and I have no idea if I have seen him today or not,” you said.
“I saw him today before we left the abode, but I did not know that he wasn’t at Dawn Winery with us the entire time,” Ayato says.
You hear an overconfident laugh coming from behind you, startling you. You turn around to scold Scaramouche for scaring you, only to feel your breath get caught in your throat when you see how close he’s standing to you. You take a step back and look at him from head to toe, completely flabbergasted at his new makeover.
“Your clothes! They’re new,” you said, looking at the Indigo-haired man with wide eyes. “And not purple at all,” you add.
“I needed a new change of clothes. Something that doesn’t tie me down to Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun herself,” Scaramouche says, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.
Your eyes fall on the glowing anemo vision. “You have an anemo vision. Since when?” You ask, looking back up at Scaramouche’s face.
“The vision looks recent,” Albedo mutters, his gaze training on the anemo vision hanging beside Scaramouche’s chest.
You continue to stare at the anemo vision, questioning if Scaramouche even had an electro vision in the first place or if he only has the power of electro because he was created to be the Raiden Shogun’s puppet. You snap out of your thoughts and slap yourself across the face.
“Why did you slap yourself?!” Xiao exclaims, looking at you with wide eyes.
You laugh and scratch the back of your head. “Sorry, I was thinking way too hard and questioning too many things that I had to find a way to stop myself from overthinking the smallest things,” you said, rubbing your sore cheek.
Diluc approaches you and cups your face, tilts your head up and to the side to inspect the cheek you slapped. Diluc sighs and releases your face. “Your cheek is beginning to swell up. We should put some ice on it for the swelling to go down,” Diluc says, rubbing the painful area with his gloved thumb.
Kaeya takes a step forwards and pulls Diluc back with a sly smile on his face. “Looks like this is the job for me, a cryo vision holder,” Kaeya says.
Kaeya stands in front of you and cups both of your cheeks in his hands; you feel his hands grow cold, making you sigh in contentment and lean further into his touch. You peek from Kaeya’s arm and continue what you were doing previously: stare at Scaramouche and look at the little details of his newest clothes and vision.
“While Kaeya is compressing [Y/N]’s swollen cheek, shall we talk about who’s going to be the hunter and who’s going to be the rebel?” Dainsleif asks.
“Who was the hunter last time? We can start this round with the people who played as the rebels last time,” Kazuha suggests, releasing the leaf into the air and letting it get blown away by the wind.
Zhongli furrows his eyebrows. “That’s a good question. Who was the hunter last time we played Windtrace?” Zhongli asks, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger.
“It’s been a while since we’ve played the game. Almost a year ago, I believe,” Baizhu mutters, propping one hand on his hip while stroking his chin with the other hand. Your eyes widen, and you look at the men around you in disbelief. Has it really been almost a year since the last game of Windtrace?
“How are we going to remember who was the hunter in the previous round of Windtrace?” Gorou asks, furrowing his eyebrows while scratching the back of his ears with a confused look on his face.
A moment of realization hits you; you clap your hands and raise your hand up in the air. “I was the hunter in the last round!” You said, nodding your head. “Took a moment for me to remember, but I was the hunter in the previous round, and every single one of you,” you trail off, pointing at the men that were previously present in the last game of Windtrace, “Were hiding on top of Dawn Winery while Itto and Ayato were having a beetle fight,” you said.
“Oh, yeah! I remember now!” Itto laughs, nodding his head before his smile slips off. “I can’t believe that I lost that round of beetle battle,” he mutters to himself, furrowing his eyebrows.
Heizou raises his hands to grab everyone’s attention. “Okay, so now that we know who was the hunter in the previous round of Windtrace, does that mean all of us,” he gestures to all of the men around him, “are hunters now, and [Y/N] is the rebel?”
Gorou nods his head. “Yes, that is correct, Heizou! Although, last time I remember, Dainsleif didn’t play the second round of Windtrace with us,” Gorou says, tapping on his chin.
Everyone looks over at the blond man, who blinks back at them in response. Right, you almost forgot about how Dainsleif didn’t join in on Windtrace and tagged along with you while you searched high and low for the other men that participated in Windtrace. Not to mention, you also remembered how Dainsleif and Childe would bicker with each other while you tried to search for the others.
Thinking back on it now, you couldn’t help but visibly cringe at how you acted when you played Windtrace with the men for the first and second times. You clear your throat and try to distract yourself from the cringey memories of the first and second rounds of Windtrace.
“Will you be joining us this time, Dainsleif?” You ask, giving the blond man a polite yet awkward smile.
Dainsleif sighs and closes his eyes for a brief moment before opening his eyes again. “It seems like I will be joining this round of Windtrace,” Dainsleif says, nodding his head reluctantly.
“You don’t have to join us if you don’t want to! I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do,” you said.
“Yeah! You hear the bunny. You don’t have to join if you don’t want to,” Dottore says, approaching you from behind and propping his right arm on your left shoulder, giving Dainsleif a smirk.
Pantalone sighs dramatically and props his left arm on your right shoulder, and rests his cheek on top of your head. “It would be a shame if you didn’t join, but it’s okay; the others and I make up for your missing presence,” Pantalone says, reaching over to your cheek and squeezing them lightly.
“I’ll join,” Dainsleif says, shooting a glare at Pantalone and Dottore.
He approaches you three and smacks Dottore and Pantalone’s arms off your shoulders before pulling you away from the two of them. Dottore and Pantalone smirk and look over at each other with amused looks on their faces, knowing they successfully got under Dainsleif’s skin.
“Now that’s settled,” Kaeya glances at you with a closed eye smile. “You should start finding a hiding place, bunny. We’ll give you a fifteen-second head start,” Kaeya pats the top of your head.
You nod your head nervously. You’re not looking forward to having twenty-five people search for you; the thought of that many people searching for you makes you nervous, but you’re also excited to see who will be the first person to find you! As long as it’s not one of the Harbingers because they are terrifying. Kazuha gives you a signal to start searching for a good hiding spot, and you begin to run as if your life depends on it (it kind of does).
To be completely honest, you have no idea where you’re going to hide, and you’re praying to whatever archon is listening for you not to be found so easily. You’re not entirely sure if you can hide inside of Dawn Winery, and even if you can, you don’t want to distract the maids from their jobs because you’re playing hide-and-go-seek with almost thirty attractive men searching for you.
So, you end up choosing to hide in a wine keg behind Dawn Winery. Before you jump into the empty wine keg, you push the wine keg close to the stack of barrels in the building. You hop into the wine keg and hug your legs close to your chest, praying that you won’t be found so easily. But with your hiding spot and where you choose to hide in, you have an inkling feeling that someone is going to find you quickly all because of your hiding spot. And by someone, you mean Diluc himself since the man knows the winery really well, and perhaps maybe even Kaeya is going to be the first one to find you in this round of Windtrace. Who knows!
“Please let me last for this round,” you whisper to yourself, burying your face into your knees.
You’re worried that if you look up from the wine keg, someone is going to be staring down at you. You’re not prepared to see who’s ever face is going to pop up. You hear a faint whirring getting closer to where you’re hiding. Since you’re not familiar with the noise, you continue to keep your head down, hoping that it’ll pass by and not give you a mini heart attack.
Something drops down beside the wooden wine keg you’re hiding in, and footsteps approach your hiding spot. You shut your eyes and cover your face with your hands as if it would provide you some invisibility.
“Really? This is the best you could do?” A voice scoffs.
You lower your hands from your face and slowly look up to where the voice came from. Scaramouche stares down at you with his eyebrows raised, and the corners of his lips lift into a faint smirk. Scaramouche leans on the wine keg, propping his head up with his right hand as he continues to gaze down at you.
“How did you find me?” You squeak, swallowing the lump in your throat.
At least it wasn’t one of the four Harbingers that had found you in your hiding spot. While Scaramouche is just as intimidating as the other four Harbingers, you would much rather have him find you instead of the others.
Scaramouche reaches down and starts to pet your hair with his left hand. “I was floating around, and I saw your cute little head peeking from the wine keg,” Scaramouche answers, smiling down at you.
You deflate, let out a sigh of defeat, and slowly get out of your hiding spot. “So that whirring sound was you this entire time,” you said.
Scaramouche nods his head and holds his hand out for you to take. You grab his hand and step out of the wine keg, dusting the spiderwebs and dusting off your behind and clothes. Just when you’re about to say something, you and Scaramouche hear someone approaching the area where the both of you are standing.
Scaramouche’s face pinches up with annoyance, and he picks you up bridal style without hesitation, levitates in the air, and begins to float away with you in his arms. You wrap your arms around Scaramouche’s shoulders and look down to see Itto and Xiao glaring up at you and Scaramouche—mainly at Scaramouche.
“This isn’t part of Windtrace, puppet!” Xiao hollers, his hands clenching at his sides as he glares up at Scaramouche, who lets out a victorious laugh.
Itto scoffs loudly and props his hands on his hips. “Hey, “Wanderer,” get your ass down here and play the game fair and square!” Itto announces, running after you and Scaramouche.
“I already won this round as the hunter! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take my prize elsewhere where we can be alone,” Scaramouche announces before letting out a burst of boisterous laughter. Scaramouche slowly floats away from Dawn Winery as if he is doing it to show off that he won by catching you before anyone else can.
Aether groans and smacks his head. “I knew this was going to happen the minute he gets that damn anemo vision,” Aether grumbles.
“Are we just going to let Scaramouche go with [Y/N] in his arms? It doesn’t seem fair that he won this round so fast and decided to float away with [Y/N] in his arms,” Heizou says, staring up at Scaramouche.
You look up at Scaramouche and poke him. “We’re not actually going to stray away from Dawn Winery, are we?” You ask, continuing to cling to him, fearing that he might drop you to the ground.
Scaramouche sighs and slowly flies to where everyone has gathered in front of Dawn Winery, smirking at the men below you two. The men did not look happy that Scaramouche was the first one to find you and that he almost decided to leave all of them at Dawn Winery with you in his arms. Perhaps everyone should find another location to play Windtrace instead of playing it at Dawn Winery.
Al Haitham leans toward Zhongli, muttering into Zhongli’s ears. “I’m not sure if this is the main location where you all played Windtrace previously, but I believe that we should choose another location to play the game,” said Al Haitham.
Zhongli nods and lets out a quiet sigh, staring up at where Scaramouche is floating with you in his arms, holding you hostage. “I agree. We played Windtrace at Dawn Winery a few times already. Most people must know the layout of the winery by now,” Zhongli murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Okay, you won this round, Scaramouche. Now, release [Y/N] so we can continue the next round of Windtrace,” Ayato says, shielding his eyes from the sun as he gazes up at you and Scaramouche.
Scaramouche lets out a loud hum as he tilts his head to the side, contemplating whether he should let you go or not. You feel Scaramouche tighten his grip around you before looking back at the rest of the men with a smirk, shaking his head.
“Nah, I don’t think I’ll do that,” Scaramouche says, pouting at the men mockingly. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be elsewhere,” Scaramouche announces, turning around and levitating away from the group with a triumphant smile on his face.
Without thinking, Itto reaches for the nearest thing he can get and grabs it. Itto looks up at where you and Scaramouche are, quickly calculating the distance and height, and throws the wooden bucket at Scaramouche as hard as he can. The bucket flies and ends up hitting you and Scaramouche in the head hard, causing Scaramouche to lose his balance and fall.
Scaramouche ends up taking the fall the heaviest as the both of you crash into the lush grapevines of Dawn Winery and onto the ground. Scaramouche groans and glares over at Itto, who laughs nervously while rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile on his face. You rub the area where the bucket had hit you and wince when your fingers make contact with that area.
“How many times have I gotten injured while playing this damn game?” You ask yourself, still sprawled on top of Scaramouche.
Just when you’re about to get off of Scaramouche, the men rush over to you and Scaramouche. Thoma and Kaveh grab both of your arms and pull you off of Scaramouche, checking you to make sure whether you have sustained an injury or not from the fall.
“Itto, you should’ve been more careful when you threw that bucket!” Thoma exclaims after his eyes land on the faint bruising near your hairline.
Kaveh rolls his eyes. “I think you meant that Itto shouldn’t be throwing buckets in general, Thoma. After all, it injured both Scaramouche and [Y/N],” Kaveh says.
Kaveh turns to face Scaramouche to help him off the ground. Scaramouche scoffs and smacks Kaveh’s hand away from his face before getting up and dusting his clothes with a scowl on his face. Kaveh scrunches his face up and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest with a soft huff of breath.
The four Harbingers step in front of Scaramouche and looks down at Scaramouche; they don’t look too pleased with Scaramouche attempting to scurry away with you in his arms, leaving them “stranded” at Dawn Winery. Baizhu pushes through the four Harbingers to check up on both you and Scaramouche.
“You took the fall the hardest, Scaramouche. The least you can do is let me check on you,” Baizhu says.
Scaramouche sighs in defeat and proceeds to let Baizhu assess his condition while you sit to the side with the others. While you’re waiting for Baizhu to be finished with Scaramouche’s checkup, you begin fixing your clothes and dusting the dirt and grass off your clothes.
“Itto, I understand that you don’t want Scaramouche to float away from Dawn Winery with [Y/N] in his arms, but please do not throw things at people,” Tighnari says.
Itto pouts and plops on the ground beside you, latching himself to you while resting his head on your shoulder, almost poking you in the face with his horns. You move your head out of the way and pat Itto’s head lightly, letting the man continue to cling to you with a pout remaining on his face.
Cyno sighs and shakes his head. “You would think that an adult like Itto would know that,” Cyno says, looking over at Itto from the corner of his eyes.
“Hehe, maybe Scaramouche getting an anemo vision was a mistake,” Venti says. “Even though archons don’t hand out visions….” He trails off, puckering his lips.
“Did you really think that you could leave the area with [Y/N] in your arms? How pathetic, Balladeer,” Pierro sneers, glaring down at Scaramouche, who scowls at the title that was given to him while he was still part of the Fatui Harbingers.
Kazuha chuckles softly and shakes his head. “Let’s not start trouble right now, you two. I’m sure [Y/N] wouldn’t appreciate it,” Kazuha says, looking over at you.
“See, Kazuha gets it, which I’m not surprised. Why can’t you understand that, Pierro?” You ask, locking gazes with Pierro. “Also, don’t call Scaramouche ‘Balladeer.’ He doesn’t want to be associated with that name anymore. Let’s respect his wishes,” you said, getting up from your spot.
A small smile appears on Scaramouche’s face. He looks over at Pierro and sticks his tongue out at the first Harbinger, and blows a raspberry while pulling the top of his right cheek down. Albedo walks up to you and cups your face in his hands. You stare up at Albedo as he inspects the bruising on your face close to your hairline.
“We’re going to need to put ice on that bruise,” Albedo says, turning to look at the others. “How many times have [Y/N] hurt themself today?” Albedo asks, releasing you from his grasp and letting his hands fall to his side.
Diluc sighs and rubs his temples. “This would be the second time, but I believe that [Y/N] injuring themself once is one too many,” Diluc says.
“You know, I am prone to accidents, and that’s okay! Now, can we please continue the game, or are we ending it here for today?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
“We will continue onto the next round, but I heard that the former Geo archon and the Scribe wants to find another location to play Windtrace,” Capitano says, gesturing over to Zhongli and Al Haitham.
The way Zhongli and Al Haitham are whispering to each other reminds you of those gossiping aunties at family gatherings. You’ve been a victim and the subject of your gossiping aunties way too many times. Zhongli and Al Haitham nod their heads at Capitano’s comment. You pucker your lips and tap on your chin.
“I don’t mind if we play Windtrace at another location, but do any of you have a location in mind?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at the men while subconsciously rubbing the area where the bucket hit you. Itto gets up from the ground and latches to you again, resting his chin on your head before placing a light kiss on the forming bruise.
Dottore raises his hand. “I, in fact, do have a place in mind,” Dottore says, smiling widely.
Everyone around you (except for the other three Harbingers) looks at Dottore skeptically. You’re not entirely sure what place Dottore has in mind for the next round of Windtrace, but you have a small feeling that you’re not going to like it one bit.
“Why are we in an abandoned factory, Dottore?” You ask, looking at Dottore bewildered.
Pantalone smiles and pats your head. “You all have played Windtrace at Dawn Winery quite often to the point where all of you remembered the layout of the area. To add a little challenge to the game, Dottore chose the abandoned factory to play Windtrace,” Pantalone explains.
“Great! Let’s choose a complicated area for me to explore while you all hide in plain sight,” you said sarcastically. “Before we start this round, please don’t try to jump out and scare me,” you said, pointing at each person present in the room with you.
Childe lets out a sound of disappointment. “Aw, but where’s the fun in that?” Childe whines, his bottom lip jutting out while he bats his eyelashes at you.
“Childe, I swear, if you try to scare me in any way, I will revoke your cuddling privileges,” you threaten, narrowing your eyes at the ginger-haired male. Childe lets out an audible gasp and stares at you in shock, pressing his hand against his chest as if you have wounded him.
Heizou turns to look at Gorou, his eyes wide. “I would hate to have my cuddling privileges taken away,” Heizou whispers to Gorou, who nods his head in agreement.
Aether lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “Of course, Childe is going to be the first one to get his cuddling privileges revoked,” Aether smirks and nudges Childe with his elbow. Childe mutters and swats Aether.
Cyno nods his head. “No surprise there,” Cyno says. A smirk appears on Cyno’s face when Childe looks over at him with his mouth agape with shock and hurt.
“Okay!” You clap your hands, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Let’s start the game now! You all go hide,” you said, covering your eyes with both of your hands.
Kaeya trots over to you and leans his face close to yours, his warm breath fanning the side of your face, making you flinch. “Remember, no peeking,” Kaeya whispers, pressing a quick kiss on your cheeks before searching for a place to hide.
“Damn him and his suave moves,” You mumble under your breath, waiting for the men to search for a place to hide.
While you’re waiting for the men to find their hiding spot, you would often hear them bicker with one another over who’s going to be hiding in a specific area. You hear a loud slap and a yelp that accompanies it, making you sigh and shake your head in disapproval.
“You idiot! Did you not learn your lesson from the previous round!?” You hear Xiao yell from a distance, his voice echoing throughout the abandoned factory.
Itto whines and rubs the area where Xiao has smacked him. “Hey! It was the only good hiding spot I found! The others already claimed their spot,” Itto replies, pouting at Xiao.
Kazuha chuckles and peeks from his hiding spot. “If you don’t want to get your head stuck in the bucket again like last time, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Kazuha says.
You sigh and slowly pull your hands down from your eyes, turning to face them. You hear Itto start to panic almost immediately when he sees you pull your hands down from your face, slowly turning to face the direction where the commotion was coming from. Even though your hands aren’t covering your eyes, your eyes are still closed.
“Don’t open look yet! I haven’t found a spot to hide yet!” Itto screams, searching high and low for a new area to hide in.
“Just find a spot to hide already, dammit! We don’t have all day!” Kaveh screams from across the room, his voice bouncing off the walls.
Tighnari and Gorou groan, covering their ears with their hands and peeking from their hiding spots with a glare on their face. All of the shouting and voices bouncing off the factory’s walls are hurting Gorou and Tighnari’s ears. Did the men suddenly forget that there are people in the factory is better hearing than human ears?
“Hey, can we not shout in the factory? Some of us have sensitive hearing,” Tighnari says, rubbing his ears gently.
Gorou nods, even though he knows that Tighnari doesn’t see it from where he’s hiding. “Yeah! Please don’t shout and be mindful of others,” Gorou pleads.
Al Haitham rolls his eyes, pressing his head against the wall where he’s hiding and crosses his arms over his chest. “Just pick a spot and hide. Windtrace is just a game. Nothing is on the line,” Al Haitham says.
After a few minutes of them bickering back and forth, Itto is finally able to find a spot to hide in the factory. Silence falls, and you hear nothing but your own breathing—and maybe your heart beating against your ears from how silent it is in the factory.
“Okay,” you speak up. “I’m going to take that silence as a sign that all of you have found your hiding spots,” you announce.
No one replies to you. You let your hands fall to your side and open your eyes. Now that you’re alone in the factory, you notice that it’s bigger than you thought it was. The ceiling is about fifty feet tall; there are rusted stairs that lead to many dark rooms, and rusting and rotting machinery sits idly by in the room you’re currently in.
“This is creepier than I thought it was going to be,” you think to yourself.
You swallow your fears and begin walking around the vacant factory, searching for the first person that might show up. Because of how big the factory is, you’re not entirely sure if you’ll be able to find someone within a minute or two of Windtrace.
The lights are dim in the central area you’re in, and some parts of the factory are blacked out; you’re a little hesitant to check those rooms to see if one of the men is hiding in there. You’re not fond of the dark; you have read way too many horror stories to know what happens in the dark. Especially at a place like the building you and the others are currently in. You do not like how quiet it is; silence is pleasant sometimes, but when you’re in a vacant factory with almost thirty people, the silence is nearly unsettling.
Even though you want to avoid the second-floor area, you want to get it over with and start looking for people from the top and then to the bottom floor. You hug your trembling hands to your chest, and with each step you take up the stairs, you can hear how loud your heartbeat is getting against your ears.
“This is stupid. If this was a horror movie right now, I’m the dumb character that is walking towards their demise,” you grumble to yourself, reaching for a crowbar that is resting beside a doorway. You might as well keep yourself armed with a weapon rather than having to use your bare hands to defend yourself just in case you run into someone that isn’t a part of your Windtrace group.
You walk into the dark room and begin to swing your crowbar around in front of you, making sure that you’re not bumping into anything or anyone. The door behind you suddenly slams shut, startling you. You freeze in your spot and tense up when you hear footsteps approaching you. You hold the crowbar up in front of you, shutting your eyes tightly and whispering silent prayers to an archon that whoever is in the same room as you is one of the men.
“Aw, there’s nothing to be afraid of, sweet thing,” a voice purrs into your ears. The person’s warm breath fans your neck, making you shrink into yourself like a turtle, letting out a small squeak while tightening your grip around the crowbar.
“Aw, a little weapon? Do you really think that can save you from me?” He chuckles. Your eyes are shut, but you can tell that he is circling you.
You shrug your shoulders meekly. “I don’t know. Do you want me to test it out on you?” You whisper, your eyebrows knitting together while you continue to tighten your grip on the crowbar until you feel your fingernails dig into the palm of your hands.
The man chuckles and pats your head; the sudden contact startles you, causing you to almost violently flinch back from the person’s touch. You hate it when people you’re not familiar with act buddy-buddy with you and place their hands on you, especially if that person is a man.
“How cute. Come on, [Y/N], don’t be scared of me now. You know who I am,” The man says nonchalantly.
You shake your head and continue to keep your eyes shut. You’re not even sure if it’s worth keeping your eyes closed when the room you and this mysterious person are in is pitch black. You suddenly see lights flicker behind your closed eyes. The man stops in front of you and leans in close to your face.
The man whispers, “Open your eyes. Don’t be afraid.”
You gulp and shake your head. “I will not open my eyes,” you said.
The man huffs and stands up tall, propping his hands on his hips. “And why not?” The man demands; you can hear that he’s beginning to grow frustrated and impatient with you.
“Because what if you’re ugly? You think I want to traumatize myself? No, thank you,” you sassed.
The man scoffs. “Oh please, I look like one of your boyfriends,” The man says arrogantly.
You snort loudly. “You wish! What kind of sick joke is this, you weirdo? I have a game to get back to if you excuse me,” You said. Without opening your eyes, you turn around and begin to use your crowbar as a guide. There is no way you’re going to look at the strange person that claims to look like one of your boyfriends. It’s weird and unsettling. The man huffs and marches towards your retreating form, blocking the exit by standing in front of it with his arms over his chest, glaring down at you.
“I will not let you leave this room until you open your eyes,” The man states.
You groan. “Fine! If you don’t leave me alone after this, I’m going to hit you with my crowbar!” You hiss. You open your eyes and immediately glare up at the person, only for your face to drop, and you become almost as white as a ghost; the color drains from your face. “What the fuck,” you whisper. You drop the crowbar, and it rattles loudly on the cement floor of the facility; the sound of the crowbar hitting the ground rings in your ears.
The man looks like Dottore, but he’s not Dottore— if that makes sense. The only difference is the mask shows the corner part of his jaws and mouth. You can see his red eyes staring down at you, clearly enjoying the reaction he got out of you.
“Now, was that so hard?” He pouts at you mockingly before chuckling to himself. “Before you scream your head off and attempt to beat me with that crowbar of yours, I am one of Dottore’s segments.” He introduces himself, bowing to you dramatically.
You flinch as if you’re clutching your pearls and squatting down, trying to reach for the crowbar without taking your eyes away from (one of) Dottore’s segments. “You know, you look like Dottore, but you don’t look like him,” you said, squinting at the strange man in front of you.
Dottore’s segment rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. “You’re not the brightest, are you?” He asks, raising his eyebrows at you.
“I’m going to hit you now,” you declared. You swing the crowbar around and slowly make your way toward him. “And once I’m done hitting you, I will continue my search for my men, and perhaps the real Dottore will drag you back to his lab and get rid of you,” you smile at him.
Dottore’s clone lets out an amused laugh, his shoulders bouncing. “Oh, please. You really think that he will get rid of one of his segments because his plaything says so?” Dottore clone asks, smirking at you.
You tilt your head to the side and pretend to think for a moment. “I don’t know. But I guess we shall wait and see,” You said, lightly hitting the palm of your hand with the crowbar. “Speaking of Dottore, does he know that one of his segments is here?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at Dottore’s clone.
Dottore’s clone smirks and begins to chuckle to himself. “Do you think Dottore would care about me being here right now?” He asks.
“Yes,” you deadpan. “Since you’re a clone, I’m going to test out how durable you are,” you said, stopping in front of Dottore’s clone.
The clone suddenly bursts out laughing; his laughter fills the room and sends unsettling chills down your spine. You’ve heard Dottore laugh before, but whenever his clone does it, it sounds disturbing and makes you feel uneasy. Without a second thought, you began swinging the crowbar at him.
While you’re locked in the room with Dottore’s clone, the men assume that you purposely slam the doors shut to get them to come out from the places they’re hiding in. They peek their heads from their hiding spots and stare at the closed room with questionable looks.
“Do you think [Y/N] did that on purpose to lure us out from our hiding spots?” Ayato asks.
Zhongli shrugs his shoulders. “Not that I know of, but they’ve been in that room for a while,” Zhongli replies, refusing to take his eyes away from the door.
“This is a bad idea; playing Windtrace in an abandoned factory isn’t a smart idea,” Thoma says, running his hands through his messy blond hair while pressing his lips into a thin line.
“Why did we agree to play Windtrace in a vacant factory? From my perspective, I see nothing but trouble waiting to happen,” Baizhu says, letting out a huff of breath, closing his eyes, and resting his head against the wall behind him.
Diluc leaves his hiding spot and slowly walks to the center of the room where you once stood. Diluc looks up to the room that you have stepped into, anxiousness biting at him, and sweat begins to collect in his gloves as he waits for you to leave the room.
“Something’s not right,” Diluc mutters, noticing a light flickering in the room that was once pitch black. One by one, each man left their hiding spot and gathered around near Diluc in the middle of the facility.
Pierro turns to look at Tighnari and Gorou. “Both of you have a keen sense of hearing; can you two hear what’s going on?” Pierro asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Gorou and Tighnari look over at each other and then back at the men nervously.
“While the door slamming shut may seem like a prank at first, I did hear [Y/N] talk to someone,” Gorou says, letting out a shaky sigh.
Tighnari nods his head. “Now, many of you may assume that [Y/N] could be talking to themself, but they’re not. They’re not alone in that room,” Tighnari says.
Capitano glares at Gorou and Tighnari underneath his mask. “And you didn’t inform us about it the minute you heard someone else speak?” Capitano demands, causing Gorou to tense up and glare up at the tall Harbinger.
“Let’s not start something right now,” Al Haitham says, stepping in front of Tighnari and Gorou, glaring at Capitano.
“Al Haitham is right. What we need to focus on right now is making sure that [Y/N] gets out of that room and is safe,” Cyno speaks up, his eyes trained on the closed door.
“Okay, then, who goes up the stairs first and leads the way?” Aether asks, looking at the men with his eyebrows quirked up.
Back in the room, you sigh and slump down against the wall, letting the crowbar fall to the ground. You expected Windtrace to go smoothly with little to no problems, and yet here you are. Dottore’s clone stands in front of you and smiles down at you almost mockingly. You glared up at him and kicked his legs.
“Don’t look at me like that with your beady eyes,” you grumble. “I did as you told, and that is to look at you. Now you’re refusing to let me go? How absurd,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.
Dottore’s clone squats in front of you and tilts your head up by the chin, inspecting the littlest details on your face. You scrunch your face up and move your face out of his grasp. He has no right to touch you, and yet he boldly did it again? Men like Dottore’s clone really have nothing but audacity.
He smirks and stands back up. “You’re cute, feisty even. I can see why he wants to clone you,” Dottore’s clone says, walking off.
“Wait, what?” You get off the ground as quickly as you can. “You want to run that by me again?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at Dottore’s clone. Alarms are going off in your head, and you’re not entirely sure if the clone was saying that just to mess with you or if he actually means it.
“No, no, you have a round of Windtrace to get back to. I have kept you in this room long enough,” Dottore’s clone says, waving off your question nonchalantly. You can see the corner of his lips curving up into a faint smirk.
You grumble to yourself and walk to the door, pushing by Dottore’s clone and opening the door, only to see the men with their weapons drawn out, ready to break the door down. You stare at the men, and they stare back at you with wide eyes. You look at their weapons and their weapons quickly disappearing in thin air.
You rub the back of your neck. “Sorry to keep you guys waiting for a while. Something was keeping me locked in here for quite a while and would not let me leave,” you said, turning around to glare at Dottore’s clone, only to see that you were alone. “What the—” you did a double take.
You lean against the doorframe and close your eyes for a moment. “Am I going insane?” You ask yourself, slowly opening your eyes.
Kaveh walks to you and grabs you by the shoulders, looking at you in the eyes before letting his gaze wander around your body, making sure that you’re not injured in any way. “Who was in the room with you?” Kaveh asks.
You sigh in defeat and let your head hang low, your forehead resting on Kaveh’s chest. “You guys might think I’m crazy,” you murmur, letting Kaveh pull you into his arms and wrap his arms around your shoulders.
Heizou frowns and places a hand on your back. “We won’t. Tighnari and Gorou heard the person’s voice from afar,” Heizou says, standing beside you and Kaveh.
You look over at Dottore nervously. “You’re not cloning me, are you?” You ask.
The air around everyone suddenly shifts, and everyone can see the color draining from Dottore’s face. Dottore laughs and crosses his arms over his chest as if he is trying to stay cool, calm, and collected. All you’re hoping is that the Dottore clone is lying to you and only said that to get a reaction out of you and that his words are completely false.
“Whoever told you that is completely false. I’m not conducting any cloning experiments at the moment, nor am I conducting any experiments as of now,” Dottore says.
Pantalone looks over at you, eyebrows raised. “Who claimed that Dottore is cloning you? It’s not that I don’t believe you, but we need to know who it is to prevent them from spreading lies,” Pantalone explains.
You scratched your neck and puckered your lips for a second. “It’s one of Dottore’s segments. He was here with me the entire time and kept me locked in this room with him. He didn’t do anything weird to me, don’t worry,” you said. “I’m just disappointed that he disappeared without letting me hit him with that dang crowbar,” you said, pointing over at where the crowbar was lying.
Thoma looks at Dottore, eyes wide. “I thought you destroyed your segments as an agreement with the Dendro archon,” Thoma says, narrowing his eyes at Dottore.
“Is it possible for one of the segments to escape before getting destroyed?” Venti whispers.
Dottore sighs and nods his head. “I did destroy the segments as an agreement with the Dendro archon, but it seems like one of them has escaped before I could destroy the rest of my segments,” Dottore murmurs, stroking his chin.
Itto laughs sarcastically and throws his hands in the air out of frustration. “Oh, great! That’s nice to hear! One of Dottore’s clones is running around Teyvat and perhaps recking havoc!” Itto says, running his hands through his hair with a sharp sigh.
“So, how are we going to track down this clone of yours?” Dainsleif asks, looking over at Dottore with a blank stare, waiting for an answer.
“I’m not entirely sure about that, but I will try to figure it out,” Dottore replies.
You clear your throat to grab their attention. “I’m sorry to interrupt all of you, but are we going to continue this round of Windtrace, or are we stopping it here for today because Dottore number two has ruined the mood?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at the men.
Heizou pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. “I was hoping we would continue this round of Windtrace because I would certainly have you chase after me,” Heizou sighs wistfully. Heizou glances at you while batting his eyelashes, his bottom lip slightly poking out.
“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to play Windtace. We might as well finish up this round and head back to the abode,” Aether says, shrugging his shoulders.
Diluc looks at you, placing his hand on your shoulders while Kaveh slowly releases you from his arms. “Are you sure you want to continue this game?” Diluc asks.
You nod your head. “Of course! I’m determined to win this round of Windtrace and rub it in all of your faces,” You said, giving Diluc a teasing smile. Diluc lets out a reluctant sigh and gives you a small smile, squeezing your shoulders lightly.
“If that’s what [Y/N] wants, then who are we to refuse?” Ayato asks, the corners of his lips quirking up as he strokes your hair affectionately.
Everyone walks out of the room and down the stairs back to the first floor of the facility. You stand in the center of the first floor, cover your eyes, and wait for everyone to go back to their hiding spots. What’s Windtrace without the men constantly bickering with one another as they’re trying to return to their hiding spots? You hear a loud slap and a yelp and whine accompanying the slap.
“What was that for?!” Childe screams, his voice bouncing off the metal walls of the factory.
“You’re an idiot! Both of you!” You hear Xiao reply; you can almost hear the sound of disgust dripping from his response.
You pursue your lips and debate on whether you should speak up and ask what’s going on, but knowing the men, Childe and maybe Itto, are up to their shenanigans. Funnily enough, both Childe and Itto remind you of that one duo in the movie back in your world. Dumb and Dumber; it’s their duo name, and it’s pretty fitting for both of them.
“Let’s not fight right now, you three. Save that for the abode; the sooner we finish this game, the sooner we can all go home and relax,” Thoma says.
“And eat because I’m starting to get hungry,” Kaeya interjects.
“Hey, you guys?” you speak up, grabbing the men’s attention.
“Yo.”
“What’s up, hot stuff?”
SMACK!
“OW! FUCK!”
You shake your head and press your lips into a thin line, trying to prevent yourself from bursting out laughing. These men never fail to make you laugh. You shake your head and clear your throat, trying to remember what you’re going to say.
“So, back in my world, I tried to organize a professional hide-and-seek tournament, but it was a failure,” You said.
“Why was it a failure?” Tighnari asks.
You bite on your bottom lip and mentally pray that none of the men will disown you after this. “The good players were hard to find,” you said.
After your response, you can’t help but cringe at how bad the joke sounded. You wanted to crack a lighthearted joke that relates to hide-and-seek and take the tension off from the event that happened earlier, but it seems like you failed at that. If the men are cringing at how bad the joke was, you are cringing with them as well.
Venti clears his throat. “Was that supposed to be a joke?” Venti asks, letting out a fake laugh.
You nod your head. “Yes, it’s supposed to be a joke,” You reply. You feel your face heat up at the lack of responses to your joke; maybe this is how Cyno felt when no one laughed at his joke. Except for Venti and maybe Itto.
“I apologize for saying this, but perhaps you should go to Cyno on how to tell a good joke,” Albedo says softly.
You let out a gasp and turned in the direction where Albedo’s voice was coming from. “How rude!” You exclaim, stomping your foot on the ground playfully.
“Aha! So you do think that my jokes are good!” Cyno exclaims happily.
“Better than what [Y/N] came up with,” Venti snorts.
You shake your head and wave your arms around, assuming that the men can see what you’re doing. “Okay, that’s enough! Let’s cut the chit-chat and start playing Windtrace now!” You said, propping your hands on your hips.
“Perhaps all of you should have pretended that the joke was funny,” You hear Zhongli mutter to the men.
Baizhu chuckles. “Oh, please, Mister Zhongli. You didn’t even laugh at their joke; how do you expect us to laugh at their joke?” Baizhu says; you hear Changsheng hissing out her laughter after Baizhu’s comment.
“We’re starting the game now!” You interrupt the men.
The men fall silent, and you begin to walk around the factory, peeking into the smallest space first before moving on to the other areas of the facility. You open the small compartment and see Xiao and Scaramouche crammed in the small space; both of them look ticked off, and you wonder how both of them ended up in that small space.
“Why did you two pick this spot?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at Scaramouche and Xiao.
Scaramouche and Xiao shove each other while mumbling curses under their breaths. You move out of the way when they stumble out from their spot, dusting the cobwebs and dust bunnies off their clothes.
“That damn oni and ginger said we couldn’t hide in our original spot because we’re short and they’re tall,” Scaramouche scowls, fixing his hat on his head and points at the tall, thick locker a few feet away from where the three of you are standing.
“They’re in the locker if you’re going to search for the both of them next,” Xiao huffs, fixing his fringe and gloves.
You pat Xiao and Scaramouche’s heads with a grateful smile before skipping over to where Xiao and Scaramouche pointed to. You grab onto the door handle and yank the doors open, only to see none of the two men. You turn to look at Xiao and Scaramouche, only to be face to face (well, face to chest) with Itto and Childe. You look up at Itto and Childe; the two men gaze down at you with smirks on their faces. You feel the color drain from your face; you clear your throat and peek between Itto and Childe’s arms to look at Scaramouche and Xiao.
“You’re cute,” Childe comments, grabbing your attention.
“You’re coming home with us!” Itto says, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over his shoulders.
You squirm around in Itto’s grasp. “Hey! We’re not done with this round of Windtrace yet! I still have more people to find!” You whine, lightly punching Itto’s bare back and shooting a glare in Childe’s direction when you hear him cackle.
“Huh!?”
“I don’t think it’s fair for the both of you to take [Y/N] for yourselves,” Gorou protests, running up to you, Itto, and Childe. Gorou gives Childe and Itto a small glare, his hands clenched into fists.
“Well, too bad! Because if Scaradouche can do it, then we can too!” Itto exclaims, smacking your ass really hard.
“Ow!” You scream, clutching your aching ass cheeks with your right hand before slapping Itto’s ass back with your left hand.
Itto jolts and laughs, shaking his head with a big smile on his face. Archons, if you could smack that smile off of Itto’s face right now, you would do it in a heartbeat.
“We never gave Scaramouche permission to float away with [Y/N] in his arms, Itto,” Kazuha says, crossing his arms over his chest.
Pierro shakes his head and holds his right hand up. “What did you call the Balladeer?” Pierro asks, turning to look at Itto, who stares at him like a deer caught in headlights.
Capitano lets out a snort and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning towards Pierro and muttering into the first Harbinger’s ears. “I believe that this oni called the Balladeer��. Scaradouche…” He trails off.
Scaramouche turns to look at Itto; his eyes lit with flames as he storms to Itto. Scaramouche stands in front of Itto, grabs him by the chest straps, and yanks Itto down to Scaramouche’s eye level.
“What did you call me?” Scaramouche growls, tightening his grip on Itto’s chest strap.
Itto smirks and slaps your ass for the second time. “Scaradouche; quite a fitting thing to call you when you’re acting like a little shit,” Itto says.
Scaramouche growls and zaps Itto in the stomach, causing Itto to yelp loudly and drop you on the ground. You end up landing on your face, making your back curve and crack loudly.
Everyone gasps in horror when you lay on the ground limply. You groan and stare up at the ceiling. Capitano helps you get up from the ground, wrapping his arms around your shoulders while you lean against his side. You’re still breathless from your fall and your sudden appointment with the chiropractor.
“Looks like we’ll be ending this round of Windtrace for today,” Kaveh says, shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.
Al Haitham nods his head. “We all need to have a talk once we’re back at the abode. In the meantime, [Y/N] should visit the infirmary,” Al Haitham says, giving you a sympathetic look.
Capitano lifts you in his arms and carries you out of the abandoned factory with the men following behind. You’re not looking forward to returning to the abode mainly because you already know what the talk will contain (how to properly and carefully play Windtrace without hurting yourself and others around you). You’re certainly not looking forward to visiting the infirmary because that means you’ll be getting a scolding of a lifetime from Albedo, Baizhu, and Tighnari. That is as if you’re not already being scolded by the men while journeying back to the abode and estate.
Note: And that is the wrap for this week! Next week will be Crave 5 since I do need to brush up on my skills in writing smut. I do have another mini-fic smut that is going to come out soon; it's either for Pierro or Capitano, but I can't decide. Hopefully, I'll be able to choose who's next for the mini-fics! ^^ I'm hoping to make a new taglist soon and add the options of whether you want to be tagged in mini-fics or not. Anyway, for those who are new here or are returning readers, I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!
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A/N: Hi Everyone! An anon put in a request for this but Tumblr was a butt with formatting and deleted the origional post that I had it on. Anon, if you’re reading this then I'm super sorry. I hope you find this post.
This is going to have 2 parts.
Synopsis: They say something hurtful to their s/o and make them cry.
Characters: Ace Trapolla, Jade Leech, Leona Kingscholar, and Ridde Rosehearts
Warnings: None
Part (1/2)
Read the second half: here
Ace Trappola
"Y'know, I thought Grimm was the slacker all this time but maybe I was wrong? Don 'cha think, Deuce?" he laughed, ruffling your hair in an affectionate manner.
His laughter continued until he realized that he was the only one. You were uncharacteristically still, and Deuce too stunned to speak. The only give away being the instantaneous shift in the room's atmosphere.
"Guys?...Hello?" Ace arched a brow in confusion, stilling his hand that remains on your head.
In his defense, Ace never thought you to be sensitive or someone to overthink. Before he was your boyfriend, you both were best friends. Playful mocking and quips were natural.
Dating didn't stop the way you both would banter either. In fact, he would agree that the teasing has definetly gotten worse. You have a knack for making quick comebacks and that makes it easy for one joke to turn into an entire comedy act.
It's Ace's favorite thing about your dynamic and he feels comfortable enough to say whatever he wants now. Everything is natural. You compliment each other.
"Dude...that's harsh coming from you of all people," Deuce's momentary shock is overcome by anger, and he shove's Ace's arm off of your head. Ace lets him but not without a surprised curse escaping his lips.
He's confused and nearly bites back when a meek voice beats him to it.
'Why would you say that? You know how hard I studied for this test. You know that this is my worst subject,' your voice meets his ears, and all anger at Deuce fades away. You're still standing as he left you, with hair unkept and in your face from his recent attack.
Ace's eyes first note your fists clenched at your sides, then to your shoulders hiked up to your ears. Your body trembles slightly, and that's when he finds the water droplets pooling at your chin.
Ace never thought you would be a silent crier, like a child holding back tears after being denied a toy at the store. He always imagined you to be loud, and needy, and demanding, and just like him. He wouldn't cry if someone commented on his grades, so he expects the same from you.
Predictability
His complimentary piece
Why? Why are you crying? It's not a big deal, just laugh it off.
Why is Deuce comforting you while he sits here like an idiot. That's his job, he knows you best.
"You know I didn't mean it like that! C'mon (Y/N), I was only messing around," he reaches for you again in an attempt to brush the situation off.
Deuce shouts his name in anger yet it's muffled in Ace's ears. He watches you deflate further in Deuce's hold, before pushing the boy off and bolting towards the nearest door.
Ace...he fucked up
How many times has this happened without him realizing it? Where he's said something that hurt you, brushed it off, and left you to deal with it on your own
Maybe you weren't as similar as he thought
Jade Leech
Jade knows mixing buisness with personal affairs quickly leads to no good. Azul understands this as well.
As a result, all official affairs involving Ramshackle's prefect were to be sorted out by either Floyd or Azul himself. Ever since he became the prefect's partner, Jade was not to be involved in any dealings, contracts, negotiations, or...more 'unique' matters. He is only allowed if their safety was in question or the issue is purely personal.
"Bring all matters to me immediately. Do not engage without my consent, are we clear Jade?" Azul said to him the day your relationship became public.
Not because he doubted Jade. No, Azul trusted his judgement.
This rule was set to protect his relationship. To protect you
Jade is aware that many do not like him; the silent killer with the aura of a true gentleman. His hands are stained black while his brother's are red. At first their prey's focus is on Floyd, deeming him the bigger threat.
They always learn how wrong they are.
Jade does not hide this side of himself from you. If you ask, then he'll respond in kind. He simply does not bring the topic up himself. Some call this lying through omission, he calls it keeping you safe.
The three merfolk will not allow their past or buisness to mess with Jade's newfound happiness. Anything involving their 'buisness,' will be handled as a group, with Jade ensuring you are not involved whatsoever.
This agreement worked for the most part. Especially since Azul stopped doing unsavory acts in the name of contracts.
There was merely 'cleanup' duty. On occasion a student seeking revenge for being duped appeared, and the Leech twins would handle it swiftly. There was never a trick they didn't predict, or a plan they couldn't thwart.
Until one vengeful soul decided to come after you. The unbreakable trio's "weak-point"
Floyd was the first to notice the target on your back, considering he normally clung to your side during the school day. Bad luck seemed to be your new shtick, with many "accidents" happening suspiciously often. Mislabeled chemicals at your alchemy station, a crack in the leg of your desk-chair, spoiled vegetables in your dinner...
Needless to say, someone was out to get you. You were no fool and connected the dots quickly. At first, you believed someone was targeting you for being a non-mage. Yet before you could ask for help, the Leech twins became your shadow.
During they day both boys would be at your hip, and at night Floyd would disappear for "overtime," yet refused all your offers to help at the monster lounge. No, you were to stay with Jade and be a 'good little shrimpy' until Floyd came back.
'Jade...is something wrong? I love all the attention you've been giving me lately, but don't you have work too?' you asked after the third night, wanting an explanation.
Jade expected this. He offered his trademark smile, vague reassurances, and quickly changed the topic while beginning to walk you home. Every time you made an attempt to discuss the issue he would somehow avoid it.
'Jade, knock it off. You know something about all the weird things happening and I want an explanation. Now.' you said authoritatively, digging your heels into the ground and refusing to move until he explained himself.
Between your accusatory tone, persistent behavior, and how long it was taking to find the halfwit coward messing with his personal affairs- he snapped.
"Explain myself? Why should I explain when you can offer no help. Is it so troublesome to remain quiet for two minutes? Why must you insist on making my work more difficult?"
He spoke with his characteristic smile, eyes closed, and hand drawn to his breast. The smile he gives his patrons, meant to strike fear in their hearts.
"Work? I'm work to you? Is all this just work for you?," you began, eyes welling with tears, "You're so focused about upholding those stupid contracts, well what about ours?! If you're not going to be honest -treating me like some chore- then forget it. Forget it all,"
You barrel past him and into your dorm. On the outside, Jade remains like a statue in front of your dormitory. He did not intend to come off uncaring, but wanted for you to quit prying. If only until you were safe and Floyd found the culprit.
Anger fills him, and he decides to leave you alone to calm down. For now, he trusts the cat will comfort you in his place and that the lurking fae will watch over the dorm.
Disregarding what just happened for the moment, he plans to find the clod responsible for this mess. Burn all his anger, make sure everyone knows who's protection you are under. Then he'll get you to forgive him, somehow.
Leona KingScholar
In Leona's defense, you were not part of the origional conversation. You merely walked in at the wrong time, taking his words out of context
On the other hand, he didn't even try to explain himself when given the chance. You stood there. You waited. You prompted him to continue or at least explain the circumstances of the conversation
"You don't mean that, right?" quiet. Waiting in the doorway, still clutching the knob with one foot in the room. You wanted to run, yet still remained to hear him out.
Yet he let his pride take over, his need to be seen as a superior by his dormmates. He couldn't let them see how much of a lovesick fool he actually was.
It's no secret that Leona acts like a spoiled princeling. He skips classes, talks like he owns every room he walks in, commands his classmates like henchmen, actually has one as a servant, complains 24/7--the list goes on
Yet, he keeps his position as leader because of his strength. He is strong-willed, intelligent, and will beat the crap out of anyone who challenges his authority. No one commands him.
At least, until you showed up. Now the head honcho has a partner and is 'going soft,'. His underclassmen have the gull to say that he's losing his edge. The fact they would even say this to his face shows how much respect Leona has lost from the rumor
What did you want him to do? He had to defend his position
"Are you kidding? I get a new toy and suddenly you're all bent. Let's get something straight, I don't need (Y/N) and will do whatever the hell I want, when I want. Wag your tongues some more and we'll see if you can make a single syllable after I'm through"
And that's when you walked in. He called you a toy. He said he didn't need you in his life. He basically through your relationship under the bus.
Yet he couldn't take it back. He held his ground, arms crossed with a silent stare of indifference. He couldn't do it with his underclassmen watching. He stayed firm, hoping to explain later despite how troublesome it would be to have you angry at him. Yet he's certain that you'll understand...
"If you don't need me. If it's all a game...then I'll go. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Leona"
You closed the door with a loud bang. Leona felt his breathing halt as all his underclassmen stared at him in shock.
Your tears. The strong scent of salt. He didn't-
"Crap"
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle was accustomed to attention. Ever since childhood he has consistently remained in the spotlight. He's given speeches, proposed toasts, had hundreds of eyes on him at once. Never has he faltered under their gazes. He's thrived, always having a way to turn the odds in his favor.
"No," one word.
One word destroyed everything. A simple, curt response in between bites of cake.
One response, to a question he barely heard over the pounding of his own heart.
One second, for your light to crumble. For the table to fall silent.
It was the last unbirthday of the schoolyear. Summer break begins tomorrow, and as everyone else heads home you would remain on campus with the headmaster.
The table was alive with conversation, everyone discussing what they'll do during the break. You mentioned working with Headmaster Crowley to find a way home, and suddenly the conversation took a twist. Questions about your homeland, thoughts on what you'll do after returning, and promises to visit.
Riddle lost himself. Since becoming his partner, Riddle had convinced himself that you wanted to stay in Twisted Wonderland. He thought you loved him. He thought you wanted to stay with him.
He tuned out when you began to ramble about your world, missing bits and pieces of the conversation around him. Giving automated nods and responses.
Then you were looking at him, beaming brighter than he's ever seen. You're rambling, waving your arms animatedly in excitement, you're asking him-what are you asking him? He misses half of it but-
"--right Riddle? You agree, right?” You’re looking at him expectantly, and he panics.
He denies to be safe, not knowing what he would be agreeing to.
It’s then that the table falls silent, and all in attendance look surprised. Even Trey appears disapproving.
'What?' he faintly hears your voice crack, reaching over the table to grasp his hand. His eyes widen in a panic and pulls away unthinking.
A mistake, as you fall more sullen in response. As if he confirmed whatever he denied to be true.
Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, and Riddle feels his stomach fill with dread as you move to stand.
“Oh-oh, I’m sorry. Uhm...I guess I misunderstood,” You fold your napkin, gather your things, and sniffle. Yet before leaving, you offer a reassuring grin. One that confuses Riddle further, “I mean- that’s fine. No need to feel bad or anything, okay? I should have asked first before springing that on you. I just...yeah. I’ll see you guys next year if the portal isn’t up, yeah?”
And with that, you’re gone. Grimm follows close behind but not before sneering Riddle’s way. The man in question still sits frozen, unable to comprehend what just occurred or how to proceed. How can he fix a problem he has no idea about?
“Dorm-Head...normally when I call you heartless it’s a joke, but that? That was cruel, even for you,”
Panic creeps up in his chest again, considering Ace of all people spoke and yet no one was denying him. He looks to Trey, and in that moment it clicks for the vice-leader what happened
“Riddle, you denied loving them. In front of everyone. They asked if you wanted them to stay and you said ‘no’”
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Untitled Paintblot #1 – Acrylic paint on canvas
I’m going to be bringing a small series of black and white paintings to Tumblr, about 3 to 6 of these babies. I want you to tell me what this image looks like to you in the comments in one to three words. This series will be based on (but not following the hard and fast rules of) the Rorschach inkblot test. Just trying to get a sense of people’s minds and personality traits! It's a social experiment, so let's have some fun! Comment away (even if it’s dirty), I’ll go first…
#tell me what it looks like in one to three words in the comments#looking for audience particpation#paintblot#black and white series#acrylic#acrylic painting#painting#art on canvas#paint#art#art on tumblr#abstract art#pour#pour painting#abstract expressionism#black and white#subjective social experiement
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[SSO Conversion] Sheepskin Pad
For the SSO Dressage Saddle only!
Can't stress this enough, it will ONLY fit that saddle as it was designed to do so, even in SSO! That being said, versions to fit the Realistic & the EA Fit versions of said saddle are included :>
...Anyhow, an addon! This is a Saddlepad Overlay, meaning it will replace the default white pad on the SSO Dressage Saddle, but it will also add a little 3d sheepskin pad to it that I meshed based on the SSO textures to make it a bit more 3D. The swatches (~7) all come directly from SSO!
DL, info, etc. under the cut!
By myself & Schrodcat @ DA 🖤
Choosing a Version
Note: If you've already read this from the SSO Dressage Saddle you can safely skip! You should just grab the count version that matches whatever you installed for the Dressage Saddle.
First things first; in the download folder there are two different .rar files to choose from. One is labelled Highpoly and the other is labelled Maxispoly. YOU MUST CHOOSE ONE. THEY WILL OVERRIDE EACHOTHER IF YOU INSTALL BOTH HIGHPOLY AND MAXISPOLY TOGETHER.
The Highpoly version of the saddles is based on the original mesh resolution of SSO (Clocking in at ~4500 polys on LOD0 )which is why we have labelled this version as Highpoly. We offer it primarily for simmers who plan to be taking screenshots vs actually playing the game for extended periods of time, or for those with stronger PCs.
The Maxispoly version of the saddle is a decimated version of the mesh intended to be more in-line with Maxis polycounts, and therefore be more performance-friendly. It's about 50% less dense in polys than the Highpoly counterpart (LOD0 on the Maxispoly clocks in at ~2,339 polys), however it is still higher-poly other EA meshes. YMMV!
Custom Thumbnails appear as follows, with the version made to fit the EA-specific Dressage Saddle labelled as such! If you try to use the Realistic one with the EA saddle and vice-versa, the halfpad WILL look wonky!
Terms of Use
Credit/link to me AND Schrodcat AND note it is a conversion from SSO if you intend to edit, replicate or otherwise use this .package, meshes & textures as a base for your own derivative work. Additionally, at this time, we both ask you do not backport this model or its' textures to TS3.
Do not sell or post behind a paywall, even a timed one. This tumblr is anti-paywall to the extreme. This includes any content that might be created under Rule One. Do not do this. I will think you are an asshole. I have had issues with this in the past and my tolerance for it is absolutely zero. Additionally this asset is exported from a copyrighted game with the intention of it being used transformatively for derivative fanworks; it may be actually illegal to profit from it!
Do not reupload. If you let me know if there's an issue with SFS, I'll reupload it myself. Please link to this post or to the .package on SFS when sharing.
Credits: SSO for the textures; Schrodcat with fitting the meshes & testing/screenshots, me with meshing the 3d halfpad using the SSO textures for reference & for putting it all together into one diabolical package.
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It's always really difficult to choose between An Opera of Fear and A Cold Alliance for my favourite Sly 3 episode, but it's safe to say that Flight of Fancy is easily the most nostalgic. Not because it's rooted in my childhood memories (it is) but in the sense that it shares elements with episodes from Sly 2 during a game which presents the gang at the peak of their career. Let's discuss
I think we can all agree that the series very effectively presents the gang's development, not only as individual characters, but also as a team of thieves. Sly 1 shows the gang as teens during their first set of adventures which sprout from Sly's desire for vengeance. They make many mistakes, they don't really have planned heists or jobs - Sly just casually goes into every level breaking shit and then faces off the big baddie - and they surpass their own expectations of themselves to defeat Clockwerk in the end. Then, Sly 2 covers a crucial point in the gang's career. It felt as if up until this point they hadn't truly fucked up so they went into it being very cocky, especially Sly. And when they got their asses handed to them by Neyla, getting separated tested their individual and collective limits.
In Sly 3, the gang has evolved to master thieves, capable enough to feel comfortable recruiting and as such mentoring strangers and also worthy enough to inherit an entire lineage's stolen loot. This is also shown in the missions, which up in scale and spectacle. It's no longer just "follow this villain" or "pickpocket this person". It's a combination of missions we grew accustomed to during Sly 2 like "follow Octavio and do recon under time pressure", or something completely new. Right off the bat, for example, we send a ferris wheel rolling across Venice squashing guards in its way, like this is just a mission not Thunderbeak or something. Every Sly 3 mission evolves explosions, high-tech and the eventual mini boss-fight.
So it's then a bit surprising to see the gang reverting to their sneakier, more subtle ways during Flight of Fancy. That's not to say we don't have explosions and thrill in the episode (the dogfights, Muggshot vs Carmelita, wolf-riding, shooting literal fucking windmills into blimps), but the way they choose to sabotage the competition due to how delicate its internal politics are creates some nostalgia. Paddling around the sewers in a blow-up rowboat and breaking into the pilots' rooms is very Sly 2. It felt like something 18 year old Sly would do. Also, scaling the Baron's castle harks back to Sly 1's platforming and is reminiscent of how small Sly would seem when approaching a villain's daunting lair.
The design choices for the Netherlands seem primitive too, enhanced by the fact that we're in the countryside. I feel like there's that Sly 1 and 2 rule of thumb at play here, where Sucker Punch chose the aesthetic or genre first and then chose the location. For example, they wanted a spooky level in Sly 2 so they chose Prague which would accommodate the genre through its architecture and gothic character. That allowed them to exaggerate a lot in terms of level design. And it's the same for Flight of Fancy, where we have a spooky castle on top of a very cartoony hill and you can hide under haystacks. Oppositely, the rest of the game's levels seem to have departed from the previous entries' design principle (except Kaine Island, which is fully fictional). It feels as if SP chose Venice and wanted to play up how European it is, or the wilderness of the Australian outback but without any radical stylistic choices. The genres are explored through the narrative, not through design.
Lastly, let's close off with some Thieves in Time slander because it wouldn't be a signature me tumblr essay without it. If we really use the entirety of our brain power and manage to look past all of the game's bullshit, one additional flaw would be how it doesn't consider the gang's development when telling its story. I'm not saying that in the series' fourth game the gang should have been infallible or indestructible due to achieving master thief status in Sly 3, but here the mistakes they make feel so unnecessarily stupid and like shit they wouldn't have done even in Sly 1. Falling for Penelope's schtick twice; Sly letting his guard down during the Le Paradox boss fight after the Contessa; whatever the fuck went down in Arabia... yea.
#sly cooper#self-restraint means writing a tumblr essay without using gay vernacular as a replacement for words
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[ID: A cassette tape in a cassette player, with TMA SUMMER REMIX written on it. Photograph by Xingye Jiang on Unsplash; edited by non-plutonian-druid. End ID.]
🎭Time for TUA Summer Remix! 🎭
We are so excited to be bringing you all the details for TUA Masked Author (and Artist) round five! This round, Summer Remix, is all about celebrating the incredible fanwork in the TUA fandom. We are encouraging you guys to remix (make fanworks for) the fanworks our fandom has made! With the final season of the show coming in August, we felt that this was a perfect opportunity to show our appreciation to the fandom. For anyone who needs the refresher, [we go over what a remix is in more detail in this post].
🌺 What is TUA Masked Author?
TUA Masked Author is an Umbrella Academy fandom event that allows you to embrace your creative muse and test your investigative prowess! In the first phase, authors and artists post their TUA works to an anonymous AO3 collection. Afterwards, we’ll release a list of participating authors and the guessers will put on their detective hats to try to match the fics to their authors and art to the artists with coveted bragging rights at stake for the best detective!
📻 The Exciting Details
Summer Remix will take place from Saturday, June 8th through Thursday, June 27th.
Our AO3 collection is live! The official posting period is June 8th through June 15th. You may submit your fic or art to [the TUA Summer Remix AO3 collection] at any time from now up to (and including) 23:59 UTC June 15th, although works submitted early won’t be visible until the 8th of June.
After entries close on June 15th, check the tumblr for a list of participants (to be posted shortly after submissions close) and your guessing ballot which will be posted a few days later.
Put on your detective hats! You will be able to submit your guesses up to June 27th.
All secrets will be revealed on Saturday, June 29th, after a few days to let us crunch the numbers! We’ll unveil each of the fics’ authors and artworks’ artists, as well as crown the best guesser!
🌺 Reminders
Anyone is welcome to take part! No need to have posted a fanwork for TUA before, and no need to post a work for this event in order to be a guesser!
If you are remixing please make sure you have the original creator’s permission. This can be a general permission statement, because you asked directly, or because they submitted their work to the permission sheet. [The permission sheet can be found here], and [you can add your works to it here].
You may submit a maximum of two works of art and two fics, in any combination.
All submissions, fic or art, must be gen, ie. not ship focused, and not rated E (explicit). We don't have specific rules about where the lines are; use your own judgement and ask us if you have any questions.
Fic entries are to remain under 10k words for the duration of the event, and each participant may only post one fic under 500 words. Once the authors have been revealed, you may add chapters and expand your fic as much as you wish.
Artists, please do not publicly post your art anywhere else until after the reveal, in order to preserve the mystery. Additionally, please do not sign your submitted art. We provide a watermark you can edit and use at the bottom of this post. Once the reveal has taken place, you can edit your submission with your signature and post wherever you want!
📻 Useful Links
[This round’s AO3 collection!]
[The original announcement, with more detail about remixes]
[The remix permission sheet]
[The form to submit your works to the remix permission sheet]
[How to make an AO3 account]
[Our guide on posting art to AO3]
[ID: the watermark provided for artists for the event; black text reading TMA over a black domino mask. End ID.]
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