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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months

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UPDATE What's up, it's the proposal guy. You said you wanted to know how this turned out, so I figured I'd tell you. First some context though, because I'm mean and I wanna keep you in suspense longer.

1- I don't wanna doxx us so I'm not telling you where we live, but suffice to say, neither of us are American, and gay marriage has been legal here for less than five years. For both of us, this is the first relationship we've had where marriage was even an OPTION, and I think that's where we've been getting some of that whole 'this has to be a REAL proposal with EVERYTHING' idea.

2- I gotta figure out how to explain this properly. So, I'm pretty used to being the GUY guy in relationships? I was always the one who did the nice gestures, not the one they got done for. Before I met my dream guy, I didn't really notice or care that it was such a thing, I just assumed that's how shit worked. Also, I promised I wouldn't talk a lot about his stuff here, but his last boyfriend before me SUCKED. Anyway point here is, it turns out we both REALLY like feeling swept off our feet sometimes, and a big part of finding each other has been getting to feel special for once? That's a stupid sappy way of putting it the point here is I think all that's what morphed into "I need to be the one getting proposed to, also it has to be completely perfect", and then our Petty & Extra genes got involved.

So I'm sitting in bed thinking about all that up there, and watching all the comments coming in basically being like "Dude, you are BLOWING this" on repeat, and telling me to compromise, and I look up and see him flossing in the bathroom and making all these doofy faces at the mirror, and it's like a switch just flips in my brain, and I'm like "Oh, I'd rather he gets to have his perfect proposal than we both have an okay one". I'm gonna do it.

Morning rolls around, and while I'm 'out for my jog like normal' I hit up a pawn shop for a temp ring (the ring pop thing is cute but NOT HIM). I found one I was at least confident wouldn't get ruined the first time he got his hands greasy (he fixes old machines as a hobby it's hot as hell), got back home, and hid the box in the toe of my nasty ass workout shoes in the bedroom closet, since I figured he'd check there last.

He was still asleep, because he stays up late no matter what and then is SHOCKED he's tired the next day, so I called and booked a table at our usual anniversary spot. (Side note about the 'he picks bad restaurants' thing. This isn't an 'I like Greek, you like Chinese' situation, dude's just BAD at finding places. He either assumes pricey is tasty and I get to eat some overrated gourmet bullshit, or he'll try and find something hip and underground and risk giving us food poisoning again, and he REFUSES to give up and pick somewhere we've been before when it's his turn to plan date night. I'm obsessed with him <3.) Date was set, I'd propose on the 21st.

Some of you might have noticed this, but fun fact! It's currently the 16th.

Last night I'm doing dishes and he's been sent to our room for mug collection duty, and he's taking FOREVER, so I go check just in case he found the ring, because the man's a gift tracking BLOODHOUND. Turns out he hasn't, he's found my Angry Box.

I assume other people have an Angry Box? Basically, we had this huge messy fight right when we first moved in together, and I never wanna let it get that bad again, so I have this shoebox where I keep a bunch of our stuff I can look at if we're fighting and hopefully cool off. There's one of those photo booth roll things, letters we wrote when he moved back with his parents for COVID, the wine cork from our first date, shit like that. Anyway, he's just sitting on the floor staring at it, and I explain about the Angry Box, and then he! Proposes!!! Kind of.

He definitely didn't have anything prepared, because by 'propose' I mean 'ugly cried & rambled at me for several minutes before I figured out it WAS a proposal', but once I got on the same page it was amazing. I said yes, and he had to admit he didn't have a ring for me because he was CONVINCED he'd win and I'd do it, so I grabbed mine because, yeah, he was right. He was like "this is the ugliest ring I've ever seen" and I was like yeah well the plan is to replace it later and he went "No. You can pry this off my cold dead fingers. After I'm buried with it." So I guess it's not a temporary ring anymore.

I'm just gonna go ahead and skip to this morning. I pointed out we still have the reservation, and he said I should propose there anyway because "We can get a free dessert. They have those creme brulee shot glasses you like. And for love, or something" and I said ok deal, but that means you gotta get me a ring to keep it fair, and his eyes LIT UP. When I swung by his work for lunch he was still on the phone with a jeweler and he had a whole page of notes on three other ones. Pray for me.

OH PS: I was RIGHT that he'd been the one behind the cat biting me, but it wasn't about the proposal stuff, it's because I paid my baby sister three dollars to shout 'fuck you' every single time he enters a room she's in for (if you ask me, he should be madder at my sister for charging so little), and he did it by giving her a bunch of treats for biting his hands too, so now neither of us can pet our baby girl without oven mitts on. HOLY SHIT I love this man.

Oh my goddddddd I love everything about this <333 I awwww'd out loud on a voice call, like, six times while reading. You two are friggin perfect for each other and so obviously smitten with each other and I wish y'all all the happiness in the world

PS Are y'all planning to have a big wedding? If so oh boy I can't WAIT to get that one in the inbox

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harleehazbinfics · 2 months

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Mine, all mine.

a lucifer x reader fanfiction.

inspired by this ask: link

wc: 1728

warning: suggestive themes!!

a/n: sometimes i wish i could just give the program my brain and let it write itself. my ass is not suited for writing at extensive periods of time in one sitting.

You were a sinner, made to rot in hell for all of eternity until exorcist end your miserable souls. However, you refused to lead that fate. You disliked how other demons would underestimate you just because of how weak and fragile you looked, especially with your wings. So, you improvised, you took this to your advantage, eventually one-by-one overlords toppled over from your powers, becoming your servants or souls you feasted on. You never sought to purge sinners or become an overlord in the process for that matter, it was just that you heavily disliked being underestimated by these narcissistic souls, that you couldn’t help but put them in their place.

After decades of doing the same thing over and over again, you decided you wanted something different to do, other than manipulating and devouring retched souls all the time. With Alastor’s recommendation, you find yourself in Hell’s Hazbin Hotel, a hotel that aims to rehabilitate sinners and help them go to heaven. You didn’t oppose to the idea and if there would be sinners that find this their calling, then you’d like to support them in their endeavors, unlike your pal Alastor. Besides, it would be a free meal if some jackass just wanted to stir up some trouble with both of you around.

So, that’s what you led you here to this moment.

“—and this is (y/n), our other host, they’ve been helping with the hotel just a few months ago, despite being a busy overlord and all,” Charlie introduces you to each other.

“It’s a pleasure to meet the King of Hell himself. How do you do, my lord?” you greet with a polite smile after dipping your head in acknowledgement.

However, everything flew past Lucifer’s head when he saw your figure. You had a pleasant aura with an angelic face paired with bright beautiful wings that had him thrown in a loop. You had a kind and gentle gaze, lips a luscious shade of pink and cheeks full of life. You were simply ethereal—you didn’t look like you were from hell. You perfectly fit the standard for heaven’s angels and their winners.

“Uhh, dad?”

“Yeah, huh?!” Lucifer startles awake from his daydreaming and pays attention to his daughter. Finally realizing he was on a balcony with Charlie and Vaggie, a long way from where he was lost in thought.

“So, what do you think?” Charlie asks expectantly holding her hands together.

“Uh, yeah yeah. They look great. Say, who was that little friend you had there down there, are they also an angel?” he asks straightforwardly with a finnicky undertone.

“What? (Y/n)? No, they’re an overlord here in hell and our host. Didn’t I already say that?” Charlie replied starting to get annoyed with her dad.

“Oh, I see. They were just very beautiful looking, especially with those wings. I almost certainly thought they were an angel,” he rambles.

Vaggie and Charlie look at Lucifer stunned as Charlie starts, “What? Are you--? No, wait, dad we’re getting sidetracked. I meant the hotel! What do you think of it?!”

Then Lucifer goes on a tangent on how sinners could never be redeemed, and that they were vicious people who misused the gift that he gave them leading them here in hell. Before Charlie could fully give on getting her cause across to her father, a crash interrupts them.

They teleport downstairs and see a bunch of loan sharks barging their way into the hotel.

“Everyone! Get somewhere safe! I’ll handle this,” Vaggie yells readying her spear.

“No, my dear, leave it to me. It's time I remind everyone why I am here,” Alastor announces transforming into his demon form.

You chuckle unfurling your wings flying close to him, “Don’t forget about me.”

Lucifer ultimately shuts his mouth as he watches you dive headfirst towards one of the sharks stretching your hand out to grab their faces. You slam him roughly on the ground as his strength drains from his body. The longer you placed your hand on him the more his body crumples and dries, slowly wilting away from your touch. Leaving behind a red pulsing orb, you unhinge your jaw wrapping your tongue around it before swallowing it whole.

Lucifer’s stomach drops to his feet from the realization of his misconception of you, but he undoubtedly receives a hard-on as he can’t help but sexualize your actions. Wondering how it would feel wrapped around your long tongue and enveloped by your lips as you swallowed all of him.

He smacks himself across the face to rid himself of his thoughts and fixes his eyes on you and Alastor finishing up your massacre and dusting yourselves off. As he sees you both banter playfully, he couldn’t help but be reminded of his irritation for the male and comment towards Charlie.

“Mhm, you see? What'd I tell you? Charlie, sinners are violent psychopaths, hell bent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. There's really no point in trying.”

She angrily huffs and yells at him, “Dad! Stop! He's defending this hotel! It may be a bit more sadistic than I'd hoped, but he's doing it for me! How come he can have faith in me, but my own father can't?”

His face crumples as he realizes his mistake. Here was his daughter trying to realize her dreams but couldn’t even support her ideas and aspirations. He was no better than those elders that shunned him away for his dreams. He finally comes clean to Charlie and apologizes to her. Finally supporting her dream and agreed on setting up the meeting for her.

But before he teleports away, he glances at you which you only responded with a light smile and nodded your head at him appreciating his help. He couldn’t help but be expectant of the next time you’ll meet again. He wished that Charlie would give him a call again soon.

The next time you met was when the angels attacked the residents of the hotel. When the matter was settled, all of you—including the help you gathered from Cannibal Town, celebrated your win in the now more spacious hotel.

While the lot of them gathered sharing drinks on one side, he saw you by yourself on the other side. He stands next to you with a grin, tapping your shoulder and asks, “This seat taken?”

You get startled from his action unfamiliar with people touching you so casually and give a flustered answer, “N-no! Please have a seat.”

He chuckles as he sits next to you, noticing how you scooted a little further away from him. He feels saddened when he was trying to be close to you, but you pull yourself away from him. He couldn’t help but comment, “You don’t need to be so distant. I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

You give him a smile and wrap your hands around your drink before answering, “Sorry. I’m just not used to people trying to come close to me at this distance, with my powers and all.”

He tilts his head cutely making you giggle and continue, “I guess Charlie didn’t tell you. I have the powers to drain demon’s powers. The longer I touch ‘em they die, and their soul becomes mine.”

He lets out a sound of understanding and mutters, “So that’s what that was.”

You look at him with you chin on your hand on the counter looking at him in interest. “Have you been watching me, your majesty?” you couldn’t help but tease.

You were not disappointed as you watch his face turn red as he fumbled with his drink while he tries to reply, “W-well, I couldn’t help but admire how strong you were. Either in a fight or just casually talking to you, you just seem to be so confident that I can’t help but keep my eyes on you.”

“You’re beautiful,” he finishes with a dreamy sigh.

“Are you hitting on me?” you ask complemented with a seductive smile.

His breath hitches as he realizes what he did, as he panics trying to save himself, “I mean! Please don’t take this the wrong way! I was just admiring— whoops!”

He accidentally drops his drink in his flustered state, with both of your fast reflexes you caught the glass together. His hand covering yours, he tilts his head not noticing anything different with himself as he holds you.

Meanwhile, you hastily place the cup down on the counter and fretted over him, “Are you alright? Are you unwell anywhere?”

“No, I’m fine. I don’t feel much different actually,” he says looking at his hands.

You sigh in relief not expecting this man to throw you off your loop. You’re so composed all the time that having this man in your proximity just destroys your braincells with how cute and charming he was.

“Actually, can we do that again?” he asks with a serious look, to which you hesitantly accepted locking your hands together for a while. As time passes on without much progress to his experiment, the more your cheeks turn into a bright shade of red that he finally catches on to.

“What’s go you so flustered all of a sudden, angel?” he teases squeezing your hand a few times egging you on.

You cover your cheeks with your other hand and tightly held his hand to make him stop, “I’ve never held hands with someone before.”

He smirks inching closer to your face, feeling his breath on you as he tried to memorize every part of you with half-lidded eyes, “Never been this close with a handsome bloke before?”

You stand from your seat, evidently towering over him from the sheer height difference then caging him in his both of his hands above him as you pinned him to a wall behind him.

“Never. Would you like to change that?” you whispered by his ear, earning a shudder from him.

“Bet,” he grins letting his forked tongue slither out of his mouth introducing itself to you while letting himself loose and held your waist. “Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

As the two of you disappeared from the group’s sights, Angel drunkenly yells, “OH, SHIT! LUCIFER’S GETTING SOME ASS TONIGHT!”

“Ewwww,” Charlie cries in disgust not welcoming the thought of his father fucking someone in her brain.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 10 months

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AHHH CONGRATS ON 5K YOU DESERVE IT 💙🎉

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I think I saw you post you made a cake a couple days ago, or it was a reblog, either way! It looked delicious and made me think of a neighbor or someone making Peter Parker a birthday cake after No Way Home. Cause the thought of him being alone on his birthday makes me wanna sob 🥹😭

a/n: yes!! I did bake a cake the other day! it was delicious

word count: 710

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Head tilted to the side, resting against the banister, you finally perked up when the figure you had been waiting for finally appeared, “Peter!” you shot up from your spot at the top of the stairwell, “hi!”

Faintly startled by your unexpected presence, he quickly plucked out the ear pods and sputtered, “oh, hey, Y/n,” slowly climbing the remainder of the steps as he carefully found your eye, “what’s, um-, what’s up? Why are you sitting out here?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you asked him straight out, “are you busy right now?”

“No,” he drew out in a curious tone.

“Really?” your smile grew, “okay, well, I kinda have something I wanna show you.”

“Me? You-, you wanna show me?” his eyebrows shot up as he gesticulated towards himself, “uh, alright.”

Ushering him with you, it didn’t take long before you were both stepping over the threshold into your apartment, your legs instantly carrying you towards the fridge.

Ripping it open, you grabbed the tall treat dominating the entire middle shelf and gingerly turned to present it to your neighbour, “tada!”

“Wow, that’s-,” taking in the airy cream and fresh berries adorning the top, he blurted, “you baked a cake!” though still with an air of confusion as to why you wanted him to witness it.

“I baked you a cake,” you clarified.

Mouth falling open, he uttered, “you what?”

“Happy birthday,” you said giddily, though your grin swiftly melted as he just continued to stand there completely and utterly stunned, “oh, wait, is it not your birthday?” you checked nervously, “I just remember that you told me you’re a leo,” you rambled, thinking back to the day that he moved in and the random things your scattered brain thought was crucial to ask him, for some reason questions about his astrological chart and his favourite movie as a child happened to be the kind of queries you bombarded your new neighbour with as soon as you first met him, “and then a few weeks ago I just couldn’t stop thinking about it and so I asked our landlord, and he said the 10th of August, but maybe he was wrong…”

As if finally coming back to life, Peter breathed, “you baked me a cake?”

“Yeah…” embarrassment bubbling within your belly, you sat the heavy platter down on the counter, “so when is it really your birthday? I can bake you another one then if you want, unless you don’t like cake in which I can whip up something else, anything you’d-,”

“No, it is my birthday today,” he informed you, interrupting your babbling offer.

“It is?” you felt the nauseating butterflies begin to settle within your stomach.

“It is,” he finally returned your smile, “and I do like cake by the way.”

“Oh well, happy birthday then!” you pushed the cake towards him, “do you have any fun plans?”

“No,” he glanced down at the baked good and thought out loud, “I honestly haven’t really been looking at what date it is lately, I mean, I knew it would happen sometime around this week, but I didn’t know it was today…”

“Oh…” you then awkwardly found yourself offering, “well, I can be your personal calendar any time, if you’re interested,” instantly wincing at yourself, your cheeks heating up at how awkwardly swoon-worthy your spurted words had sounded, “anyways, this is yours,” you gestured to the cake, hoping to draw attention away from your flush, “take it and go enjoy your birthday, and I won’t take up any more of your precious time.”

Cake in hand, Peter stopped again before he could reach the exit, “hey Y/n?”

“Hm?” you glanced up, hoping that the blush had faded by now.

“Are you busy right now?” he softly echoed your question from before out in the hallway, “because, I mean, this is a lot of cake, and it would look pretty sad if I just sat and ate it all by myself.”

“Really?” you sucked in an excited breath, immediately grinning from ear to ear, “yeah! Yes! Of course-, I mean,” you finally noticed your blatant eagerness and attempted to recover with a graceless, “uh, sure, that sounds lovely, of course I’ll hang out with you on your day of birth…”

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anticanonsposts · 5 months

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Lunar Embrace-Chapter 4

cw: fem pronouns used, allusions to nsfw themes, spooky?

word count: 1,130

As the howling continued she found herself feeling very thankful that she was on an upper floor of the cabin. As if that would really make a difference if someone or something got in. She didn’t even have a weapon. Now usually she was very kind to animals, prey and predators alike, but the howling this creature was producing wasn’t like anything she’d ever heard. Eventually the howling seemed to get farther and farther away from the cabin, and y/n drifted back to sleep.

Almost comically, y/n’s eyes fluttered open in the morning, around 9am, to birds chirping and the sun beaming through the windows down onto her. After getting up, using the bathroom, and putting pants on, she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen/dining area. There she met with König, sitting at one end of the wooden table. He looked as though he had been awake all night.

König’s eyes wandered up toward what was making noise and they landed on y/n’s form. His shirt draped lazily over her shoulders, exposing the left one slightly due to its size. He had had one hell of a night, rougher than usual and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and tune everything out. But he gave her a small smile and mumbled good morning through his mouth full of eggs and ham he had made as soon as he got home.

Y/n’s eyes narrowed onto him once more, really taking in everything. The bags under his eyes made it seem like he hadn’t seen sleep in a month, and it looked as though there were several bruises forming on his arms and chest…That’s when she realized that he was shirtless. She tried not to gawk too much, but she couldn’t help but notice his build. He looked incredibly strong, even for a lumberjack, but again she saw copious amounts of bruises, scars, and gashes across his chest and back. ‘So this is why he is such a good customer,’ she thinks quickly, before responding to his greeting.

“Good morning König! I hope last night wasn’t too difficult and that the horses are ok.”

“Oh yes, thank you they were fine. The storm was just tough to get through.” he responds, averting his gaze from hers.

It seems like he was neglecting to tell her some crucial event from last night, but she didn’t pressure him. “Well, I should get going, I don’t want to intrude any longer!” she says, turning to pack up her bags.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea” he says and continues when y/n gives him a prying look. “Oh umm, this morning before you woke up someone from a neighboring village to ours said that there was a lot of strange animal activity last night and that the authorities are advising people to stay inside for the next few days….Unless of course you have urgent business back home?” he finishes, feeling increasingly nervous. He didn’t want her to think he was lying, or that he was just trying to keep her captive.

“I-I would offer to escort you back myself but….” he trails off before repositioning so his left leg is out from under the table, exposing a huge gash across his shin and a very swollen ankle. “I just don’t know if its a good idea for you to go out on your own..I’m not saying you couldn’t take care of yourself, please don’t think that, I just-” he starts to ramble thinking that the absolutely blue any chance he had with her.

But she interrupts and says, “No, don’t worry, I don’t think that at all. I do think that that leg needs tending to, with gentler hands” she quips, trying to lighten up the mood slightly.

“I would appreciate that,” he replies.

So y/n got to work gathering salves, tonics, and bandages to help him. He pulled out his chair from the table, and she situated herself near his feet to get a better look at his wounds. She racked her brain to try to figure out what could have possibly happened to cause these kinds of wounds. But she pushed those thoughts aside so she could focus entirely on making him feel better. She noticed that although the injuries were severe, he was not bleeding as much as she thought he would, and things that normally stung didn’t seem to faze him much.

While she was cleaning and wrapping the wounds, she told him that she had also noticed weird animal activity the previous night. She described the strange howls she heard and that she even considered looking around his house for a knife or gun just in case. At that he let out a hiss as she was pulling the gauze tightly around the gash on his shin.

“I’m sorry,” she musters. And just replies with a small smile and shake of his head.

“Thank you very much, and I don’t want to ask you for anything else, but I am exhausted. Would you be able to help me up the stairs?” he asks, sounding even more kicked down, if that was possible, than before.

“Well of course, especially if I am camping out in your house while the monsters of the world wreak havoc outside.” she replies giggling. But his eyes quickly leave hers at the word monsters and he responds with what sounds like a strange chuckle.

Normally she would overanalyze his reaction and think herself sick. But her nurturing instincts kicked in and she acted as a human crutch getting up to his room. Finally more or less flopping him onto his bed she gets some pillows for under his ankle and makes sure he has water on one of his nightstands.

“Thank you, again. I know I am not being the greatest host right now.” König says with a small smile, trying to prop himself up on an elbow. But y/n quickly hushes his worries and gently but firmly pushes his chest back down with one of her hands. A hand, that König noticed, was so much softer and warmer than his, so much gentler, so much kinder.

Before he could make any further objections she scampered back downstairs, assuring him that she could entertain herself while he rested. And König’s heavy eyelids closed and he drifted into a heavy sleep.

Y/n found a few books on König’s shelves to keep her occupied and even took a small nap herself, after fixing herself something small to eat and tidying up the kitchen. As she drifted into her nap she tried to push out the carnal thoughts flooding her mind now of his hands, chest, arms, and everything else about König, telling herself that she was getting far too ahead of herself.

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life-winners-liveblog · 5 months

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Oh Pearl you should listen to Rises the moon or Anarchy by Egg

know Rises the moon isnt made by egg, but they've made a cover of it and I love Egg and her music is just so comfy and beautiful and omy goooooooood

Oh you should also listen to Cynical Fairytale, by Egg, I think you'd like it :D

And and and oH MY GOD YOU SHOUDL TOTALLY LISTEN TO MASICHISM TANGO!! Its such a bop, honestly its completely different from Eggs music, but its so good

If you want sad music then I reccomned No children by The Mountain Goats, cus its sad and sad and very nice. Also for the sad vibes I deserve to bleed by Sushi Soucy, which Im glad I dont relate to as much, but still its such a bop

For some musical music, all of Les Mis, Candy Store from heathers, Show me your hands from The guy who didnt like musicals, and probably lots more but those are what i have from the top of my head

If u like romancy songs I recommend uh, hm wait I just gotta remember some actual romancy songs

Okay so my brain has a hard time deciding what to categorise as a romancy song, ig Anarchy, but I dont see it as a romance song so idono

Also just lots of Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody, Dont stop me now, Loverboy, oh yeah thats a love song yes, and Killer Queen

OOOOOH and how could I forget all the metal covers of Worlds end valentine, theyre so fuckings cool, all of them

Oh and also lots of Toby Fox and Omori music in general

Okay I've been rambling, I love music so much like omy god music is so fun, and omy god i love talking about my favorite music (as you've probably figured out)

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(Also note to Author, I hope its not too annoying that i wrote so much about music haha)

(Rises the moon-covered by Egg)

Pearl: It's very slow, It's like a lullaby... very calming...

Scott: Yeah, It's nice. Really like the high notes especially.

Grian: It's nostalic. Reminds me of the nights back in the desert... It's familiar.

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(Masochism Tango)

Pearl: This is a whole different vibe.

Scott: A VERY different vibe.

Grian: When I saw the name I tought of Tango... could you imagine him singing this?

Pearl: Nah not really, thats not really his vibe... its more of a Scar song.

Grian:... That is... true.

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(No children)

Scott: That "I hope you die, I hope we both die" hit me like a truck. I didn't expect it at all.

Pearl: I am sure if I knew this song back in Double life I would have sung it to my Scott.

Grian:... It's really bitter-sad... i don't like it.

Pearl: What?! It's so good!

Grian: I just... don't...Am I not allowed likes and dislikes?

Pearl: ... to each their own tastes I guess.

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(Candy store)

Grian: Now this, this is great!!

Scott: I like the rythm but the lyrics are a bit-

Grian: Shhh- 🎶Honey whatchu waiting foor? 🎵Welcome to my candy store! 🎶Time to prove you are not a loser anymore, welcome to my candy store!🎵

Pearl: He's really into it isn't he?

Scott: sure looks like it.

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(Bohemian Rapsody)

Scott: Is this another slow song? It's nice, kinda sad, but- well nevermind the tempo changed completely.-

Pearl: Galileo🎶, Galileo🎵, Galileo🎶, Galileo🎵 Galileo Figaro. This is fun.

LimL!Jimmy:... *Murmurs* He is just a poor boy nobody loves him.

Grian: Jimmy?!? How long have you been here?

LimL!Jimmy: Since you sang about candy stores.

Grian: Ah.

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(Worlds End Valentine-metal cover)

Scott: I like it ... Jimmy seems to be completely entranced.

Grian: Yeah It's nice enough.

LimL!Jimmy: That was great!!

Pearl: We know, you were focused entirely on it like your unlife depended on it.

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Scott: Omori? I am pretty sure It's a game on our laptop, do you whispers think we should try it?

(Also I don't mind the music stuff :D)

(Also, also, wanted Martyn to be there but I find it unlikely he would have accepted so I didn't)

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #grian #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #author answers #jimmy solidarity

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applepies-and-starlight · 2 months

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Was Ishmael always your favorite from day one, or did Canto 5 swing things in her direction?

So, she wasn't like, my favorite favorite day 1, but I did have a higher opinion of her compared to the rest of the cast (barring Ryoshu and Sinclair as food name oomf was making propaganda about them like a madman), her initial demeanor also gained her extra points because I generally gravitate towards characters that Actually Respect The MC/PC i won't say no to unhinged characters can we at least pretend to be civil during work hours and not treat me like a dog? It makes me sad :(

And then Canto V dropped.

Normally, this wouldn't be. That Big of a deal, if it was in literally any other position I'd just go "oh cool, so that's what happened" and moved on.

Problem: there was probably at least 20 different sleeper agents in my brain. And all of them involved Azur Lane

(Context for confused LCB moots: Azur Lane is Arknights' weirder, hornier cousin set somewhere in a WW2-adjacent period where all of your units are warships given human form known as Shipgirls (official term: KAN-SEN) and you fight against a robotic menace known as the Sirens)

(Editing Apple: putting this under cut because... oh lird. It's long.)

I had this like, entire ramble I wanted to go off on but at some point I didn't know where to take it lmao, but the basic idea is the following:

I got into Azur Lane last year because of spite and (eldritch-ish) pirates (Hello Royal Fortune!)

Got dragged into lore rabbit hole

Got convinced to read eldritch apocalypse fanfiction of Azur Lane (Whispers of Saturn)

Loved the fanfic a lot, started making Pirate shipgirl ocs based off the fic's concept (eldritch creachurr)

First iteration of Whaleship Essex created; whale-like mermaid-siren figure who has albinism and is a little Too trigger happy with whale murder

Made her look like Ishmael LCB because haha funny reference

Devs went fuckshit crazy with the anniversary event; Marco Polo was raining the wrath of God (who, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, was a false god), the god in question was fucking up the world with a weird white membrane (which, now that I think about it, kinda acted like pallidification), the french were getting back together, everything is great

I try to add the false god(s) into the lore timeline of my Azur Lane shit, cue updates happening to Whaleship Essex where she's the only survivor of her group and knows that someone else also survived but blames them for not being able to Do Something about it

New Pirate event happens

Devs stole 2 of my OCs and made them canon (hi, Hind; hi, Galley) and they also happen to be close to Whaleship Essex while they were my OCs

I work around what the Devs have given me and decide that they're in a state of kinda died-but-not-really (long story)

(Note that I came up with all this oc stuff around like. November or something.)

Overall my hype for The Sea™ and eldritch horrors have reached an all time high

Canto V releases; I learn about it while trying to make a Limbus AU for Murder Drones

I decide to check it out because. Water.

Doomed sailor yuri

"Holy fucking shit did I just predict Canto V with my OC that's completely unrelated in every way except for the fact that she looks A Lot like Ishmael???? What?????"

Present time; I have been stuck in the Limbus hole ever since (and apparently my brain has delusionally stuck itself onto our favorite ginger sailor so uh. hi fellow ishmael irls!)

Sooooo... yeah

Basically we wouldn't be here if the stars didn't align at Halloween 2022 and Manjuu + Yostar gave the AL fans someone who isn't a pirate

#apple asks #rambles #limbus company #fun fact: i nickname royal fortune as ruby #this is because there's like. 3 different fortunes ingame + one of my ocs is called good fortune (nick: cerise)#post-edit apple:#oh good lird this is long #yeah my brain. is unhealthily attached to al.#fun.

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bbernard-03 · 6 days

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The Fall (A Matt Sturniolo Fanfic)

Part 9: The Move

The further Leigh got from the East Coast, the more what-ifs took over her brain. She sat next to Matt on the plane, fingers interlocked, neither wanting to be away from the other. She smiled to herself as she recalled the events of this morning.

"Leigh." Matt breathed a sigh of relief. Leigh set the bags down and smiled at him. He ran forward and scooped her into his arms, spinning them around. "You came." He mumbled into her hair.

"I don't think I'd know what to do with myself if I didn't have you to annoy me every day." Leigh joked as she nuzzled her face into his neck.

"I missed you too." Matt laughed, squeezing her tighter.

"Alright, lovebirds, we're gonna miss our flight!" Nick yelled from the van. He and Chris couldn't help but smile at the two idiots hugging and spinning in the driveway.

"Matt?" Leigh spoke softly. The two hadn't spoken since they got in the van. The silence was comfortable, but neither of them really knew how to break it.

"Hmm." Matt hummed in response.

"I'm scared," Leigh stated as she focused on the window.

"What's up, kid?" Matt asked. He knew abruptly moving would cause obvious stressors and wanted to help as best he could.

"What if this is wrong? Moving with you. I want to do it, it was killer when I thought I wasn't, but what if it's wrong? What if we end up hating each other?" Leigh rambled on. Matt gently grasped her face and pulled her to look at him.

"We could sit here for hours and think of a million things that could go wrong. I will never hate you, Flower. We'll just take this one step at a time, okay? And we already took a huge step just by going." He chuckled at the end.

"I'm just nervous. I didn't even make a pro/con list." She mumbled, looking down at her lap.

"It'll be perfectly fine, sweetheart," Matt mumbled as he pulled her into his chest. Leigh melted into the now familiar touch. The second his arms were around her, all of her doubts disappeared. "You really didn't make a list?" He questioned.

"I just packed and ran," Leigh said as she smiled at the boy. "I couldn't picture how my days would go without you constantly annoying me." She joked.

"Oh you know you love me." Matt joked back.

"Mhm." Leigh hummed as she nuzzled into his chest. Unbeknownst to them, Nick had leaned over Chris and snapped a picture.

"Just friends my ass." He mumbled to Chris as he tapped on his phone.

"I give it a week." Chris chuckled as he gazed over to his brother and their new friend.

Matt's phone buzzed and he reached for it to check the notification. With a slight roll of his eyes, he clicked on the message from his brother and his cheeks instantly turned a rosy red. Nick had sent him the picture of Leigh curled up on his chest. He smiled at the picture and looked down at the almost sleeping girl in his arms. He locked his phone, set it down, and softly kissed Leigh's head as he wiggled to get comfy in his seat.

"I give it a couple of DAYS at most." Nick laughed.

The rest of the plane ride, Leigh and Matt sat with their arms around each other as they approached L.A. Despite Matt's efforts to reassure her, Leigh was still filled with anxiety about her recent decision. But, Sara was right, she never did anything just for herself. She never took risks. Maybe this is what she needed to do, something crazy.

On the ride to the Triplet's place, Leigh sat next to Nick in the back so Chris could have his spot up front. Matt grumbled a bit at first but she shot him a look and he dropped it. The one thing she was certain about was that she did not want to disrupt their lives any more than she already was.

When they arrived, all three boys were groaning about how hungry they were. It was around noon time and none of them had eaten breakfast.

"Why don't you guys go unpack and I'll figure out something for lunch?" Leigh suggested as they reached the front door.

"You don't have to do that, Leigh, we can just doordash something," Chris responded with a smile.

"You're housing me, it is literally the least I could do." She responded.

"We don't have much 'food'." Nick informed her. "We usually eat out."

"I'll find something, now go unpack!" She shooed the boys in the direction of their rooms.

Leigh set her two small bags down next to the couch and took in her surroundings. Their home was beautiful, could use some decorations, but it was beautiful. She walked into the kitchen and began rifling through the pantry. She was pleased to find some basic baking ingredients and some pasta. She threw her hair up in a bun and quickly got to work. She pulled out her phone, pressed shuffle on her favorite playlist, and hummed softly as she mixed the ingredients.

Matt quietly came downstairs and leaned against the wall, watching the beautiful girl float around the kitchen as she cooked. After a few minutes, he walked to the couch and grabbed Leigh's bags. He brought them upstairs to his room. He spent time rearranging his clothes in his closet and drawers to make room for hers. He took her neatly folded clothes, put her pants in the drawers, and hung up her shirts and dresses. He moved to his desk, set up her laptop next to his PC, and placed her notebooks neatly on the table. He smiled to himself, feeling accomplished, and moved to his door to head downstairs. He met his brothers on the stairs and they all walked down, greeted by a heavenly smell wafting from the kitchen.

"Lunch!" Leigh hollered happily. She had plated spaghetti with homemade garlic bread for each of the boys. Nick approached her and set his hands on her shoulders.

"You can never leave us." He stated. Leigh laughed loudly.

"You're welcome, now go eat!" She handed him a plate. She handed Chris a plate which he took eagerly.

"Thanks, Leigh!" He exclaimed as he sat down at the table with Nick.

"I don't think we've eaten at the table besides for a video." Matt chuckled. "Thank you, sweetheart." He whispered in Leigh's ear as he grabbed a plate from beside her.

"Anytime, darling." She whispered back as she grabbed her plate and they joined Nick and Chris at the table. The four enjoyed their meal and as they finished Leigh stood and gathered the empty plates.

"No way," Matt stated as he stood quickly. "You cooked for us, you are not doing the dishes." He tried to take the dishes but Leigh twisted out of his reach.

"I don't mind, Matthew," She said sweetly. "I'll clean up, I'm sure you guys have stuff to do." The three boys looked at each other, knowing they needed to come up with a game plan for new videos.

"I.. Fine, but you aren't doing anything for dinner." Matt caved. "And you're going to go relax after this!" He practically demanded.

"Sir, yes, sir." Leigh mocked with a small salute as she walked to the sink.

"Let's go to my room and figure out what we're gonna do," Nick suggested. Chris and Matt nodded and the three headed upstairs.

"I'll be right up, I forgot something," Matt stated as he turned to head back down the stairs.

"Hurry up." Nick groaned as he and Chris entered his room. Matt walked to the kitchen and walked up behind Leigh, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Thank you for lunch." He whispered as he nuzzled into her neck.

"It's the least I can do." She mumbled back as she continued to wash the dishes.

"I moved your stuff into my room. Go relax once you're done." He placed a soft kiss on her neck that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I can stay on the-"

"Don't you even try to suggest that you stay on the couch, Leigh." Matt interrupted.

"Are you sure?" Leigh inquired. She suddenly felt like a massive burden.

"I've spent the last two weeks in your bed. I think you can stay in mine, Flower." He whispered.

"Okay.." She caved as she leaned into the boy standing behind her.

"Matt, come on!" Chris yelled from upstairs.

"I'll see you later, beautiful." Matt kissed her cheek quickly and ran up the stairs.

Leigh stood frozen for a moment, as her cheeks turned bright red. Sure, she and Matt were affectionate. They both loved physical touch. But this particular interaction felt different. She continued to do the dishes and when she finished, she made her way up the stairs.

She hesitated slightly at the door that had been left open for her. She saw her computer and notebooks neatly set up and her empty bags on the floor, leaving her to assume that her clothes had also been taken care of. She smiled brightly when she saw her stuffed duck, amid Matt's stuffed animals, holding a small index card that read:

Welcome home :)

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic

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thewertsearch · 1 year

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PCG: AS OF NOW, YOU SHOULD ALL BE AWARE THAT THERE IS REALLY ONLY ONE TEAM, AND WE ARE ALL WORKING TOGETHER. PCG: AND BY "NOW" I MEAN TIME LOCAL TO ME AS OF WRITING THIS. [...] PCG: IF YOU'RE READING THIS IN THE FUTURE THEN WHO CARES, IT'S PROBABLY OLD NEWS TO YOU. PCG: ACTUALLY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT READING THIS IN THE FUTURE? PCG: IT'S LIKE ANY BULLETIN BOARD, YOU POST STUFF AND IT SITS THERE FOR A WHILE AND PEOPLE IN "THE FUTURE" READ IT.

Karkat really likes to ramble, doesn’t he?

The guy could give Dave a run for his money - and now I really want to see what their conversations would be like. I think Dave would find Karkat hilarious.

PCG: I WILL ASSUME THAT IT WILL CONTINUE TO STAY THIS WAY FOR THE DURATION OF OUR QUEST, AND THAT I WILL REMAIN AN IMPECCABLE LEADER FOR A SPAN OF HUNDREDS OF HOURS WHILE I GUIDE US ALL TO A STUNNING VICTORY. PCG: IN FACT, I DON'T EVEN NEED TO ASSUME. PCG: I BROWSED THROUGH THIS WHOLE BULLETIN IN ADVANCE, AND IT DOES APPEAR TO BE THE CASE. GO ME.

Karkat’s being glib here, but this probably is a serious confidence booster.

It might be the first time in the comic that fate is on our heroes’ side - at least until Karkat scrolls down to the postgame chatroom.

PCG: IN FACT, SINCE I'VE SEEN WHAT I WILL WRITE IN THE FUTURE, I WONDER WHAT IMPETUS I WILL HAVE FOR WRITING IT LATER WHEN I'M SUPPOSED TO? PCG: I WONDER IF I COULD JUST COPY/PASTE IT... HOLD ON. PCG: DAMN. PCG: I GUESS THEY THOUGHT OF THAT? I DUNNO. I TRIED TO LOOK AT THE WHOLE BULLETIN AGAIN, BUT NOW THAT I'VE OPENED THIS ONE FROM THE BEGINNING, I CAN'T SEE THE WHOLE THING ANYMORE.

Karkat got a glimpse of his future messages, which will guide his future actions - but like a Prospit dreamer, he’ll need to figure out the whole picture himself.

It’s a clever way to split the difference when it comes to predestination - cluing people into their fates, while still allowing them to have original thoughts and ideas.

PCG: WELL THANKS FOR THE HELP, SO WHEN DO I BAN YOU, FUTURE BOY? PTA: a few liine2 down, after ii pretend liike iim goiing two diie.

What? But you know you’re destined to die!

...well, I guess you also know you’re destined to come back, so that you can die again later. Maybe you’re trying to spare Karkat’s feelings, so that he doesn’t feel responsible for a death you know won’t stick.

PTA: that horriible p2ychiic noii2e PTA: the voiice2 PTA: they're all goiing two diie PTA: oh 2HiiT iim bleediing PTA: 2hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit PTA: thii2 ii2 bad PTA: ii have two get her iin quiick

Wait - the Glub isn’t instant? You pulled Feferi into the session while your brain was melting?

Do you have any idea how many rungs you just climbed on my tier list?

#2543 #homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5 #s45

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ohsayit · 13 days

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Astarion had a quick chat with my Dark Urge

Hi, it's me again. [Anson approaches with her rambling gibberish again]

Here is the conversation initiated by Astarion (the ! abvoe his head screamed at me to go talk to him)

(Note: Possibly you can find a video of the same dialogue choices on youtube or something. The performance adds a lot to it.)

His reply to DU's first line was sort of playful snarky as per usual. Therefore one of the dialogue options for DU's second line was a pouty one. "if you are not taking this seriously I am not talking to you." of some sort. For role play reasons, my DU went with the "possessive urge deep inside me" option.

Then A's line slightly shifted from "Oh tell me about it. I guess I will sit through this conversation for my own safety" to "Aww you poor thing. Let's use it to the fullest."

At first I thought he resonated with the "possessive voice in the head" part. At this point, DU already murdered the bard at night right at the camp and she didn't know if she really did it (though all the evidence suggested she did). So very likely, she did it under the influence of the voice inside her. That is sort of similar to compulsion from his vampire lord. Could he be showing empathy for a valuable ally?

But the last line changed my mind. If he considered DU's murderous tendency was from the voice, then he wouldn't put it as DU's "nature".

My guess is, he thinks DU has some terribly strong instincts that are consuming.

Our man is impulsive. I can see him making decisions and doing things on a whim. However, if a certain urge gets consuming, then he wouldn't like it. I see a strong sense of self there. Although he basically put that on display everyday. lol It pops out to me in a surprising way.

The "advice" he gives is pretty much what he lives up to himself: play it for all it's worth.

Our boy has the strongest intention to survive out of the entire group I think lol. Whatever shit hand he is dealt, he tries to play it for all it's worth. ("I am not going to die. YOU are going to die instead, bitch!" energy lol) I don't think the whole mindflayer business would exist even in his wildest dreams, but he does use it to it's fullest. Secured himself some allies and get all the aid he could to finish off both Caz and then control from the Brain.

He is also very true to one's nature as well. He seems to have zero problem with someone being innately murderous. His problem is when it becomes overwhelming and consuming.

Now we are (finally) at the end bit of this gibberish of an observation for our babe:

Dude has a strong sense of self

Is less impulsive/emtional than he sometimes looks

He possibly has 10 times Gale's survival will (the version of Gale when we first met especially)

He may take pity on people, under specific circumstances

If Halsin embraces "nature's gifts", our dude embraces "nature in one's soul"

This conversation from the game and conversations I see on the internet, sometimes looks like a "nature vs nurture" thing to me. This is a hot topic for parenting; however, it also applies to adult-to-adult relationship (somehow?).

The one thing I constantly think about is that, what do we see in him? How is it so different for everyone? Do we see ourselves or him? What's the proportion? I am slowly figuring out what part of myself I see in him.

#bg3 #astarion #ascended astarion #bg3 astarion #dark urge #Donna #headcanon

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writing-wh0re · 2 years

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If It Doesn’t You Ain’t Doin It Right - 3 and Final

Don’t Blame Me - Mini Series

All Stories will be tagged #writing-wh0re-requests.

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader - *established relationship*

Warnings for series and chapter: Smut 18+, Oral (Male and Female), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Slight Dom Eddie / Sub Reader, Drinking, Drugs, Angst (?), Language.

Words: 2,943

A/N: Final Part to this series - happy to do ‘spin offs’ just send in your requests! Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Don’t Blame Me - 1

Love Made Me Crazy - 2

By the time we arrive at Patrick's, half the grade seems to be there. Cars lining the street and driveway, music booming down the neighbourhood.

"Always knows how to throw a party." Jason sighs with pride at his best friend.

My eyes scan the cars quickly, hoping to see a familiar van. A small pinch of sadness rushes over me at not being able to spot him.

Chrissy stands in front of me before we walk into the party.

"What time do you have to be home? Or am I covering for you?"

"Let's see where the night takes us." I wink, causing Chrissy to giggle.

"If anything happens tonight you have to tell me, got it?"

"Got it." I smile.

Chrissy links our arms together pulling me into the crowded home where sweaty bodies cause the air to be thick and warm with the smell of cheap alcohol.

"Aye! Chrissy" Jason calls for her across the room, Chrissy smiling at me apologetically before walking away.

I look around the room quickly, deciding to find the kitchen and grab a drink. Various different alcohols cover the table, most half empty already. I sort between most of the bottles before deciding on staying sober and sticking to soda.

"Not in the mood?"

I slightly jump at the voice behind me, completely lost in my own world.

My eyes wander over Patrick, his basketball jersey still stuck to his chest, paired with jeans and his varsity jumper. A thought flicks through my mind at what Eddie might wear, the thought of his cold rings causing a shiver to rush up my spine.

"Y/n? You good?"

"Uh, yeah, just still not feeling great."

"I'm assuming that's why you're sticking to soda only?"

"I guess so."

Patrick chuckles at me slightly before an awkwardness settles between us.

"Pat! C'mon man!" Jason yells gesturing for Patrick to come over to the beer pong table.

"I better go"

"Please." I smile, thankful for the interruption.

"I think you're losing your touch"

I jump at Eddie's words, hitting his chest with my hand.

"Stop scaring me."

Eddie chuckles, his eyes wandering over my body, slightly lingering on my chest before he notices the red scarf in my hair.

"I was wondering where that was."

"Oh please, you didn't know it was missing."

Eddie gasps in fake shock, a cheeky smirk covering his face.

"That's my favourite scalf."

"Well I'm keeping it."

"It's yours, it would be wrong to seperate my two favourites."

I raise an eyebrow as Eddie takes my soda and walks deeper into the party.

My mind takes a few seconds to figure itself out, my heart beating faster and my stomach fluttering with butterflies. I toss between thoughts of ignoring him for the whole night and acting like nothing has changed and wanting to run after him, drag him to his van and fuck his brains out like last Wednesday.

“Y/n! Y/n!”

I spin around to face Chrissy, her face flushed slightly, cheeks a soft crimson most likely from the liquid in her cup.

“You okay?”

“I need a beer pong partner, well Patrick needs one but I want to play against you.” Chrissy slurs slightly, her eyes a little glossy under the kitchen lights.

Before I can respond Chrissy is pulling me behind her, rambling on about how fun it's going to be.

I look behind me, my eyes landing on Eddie as I shrug, sending him a swift wink before focusing forward.

“I found your team mate!” Chrisy yells in a sing-song tone.

Patrick beams at me, handing me an orange ping pong ball, before gesturing to the table.

“Ready to take down the king and queen?”

I look over at Chrissy, her arms around Jason’s neck as he spins her.

“Definitely.”

Jason and Patrick scissors, paper, rock to see who will go first.

“Lucky.” Patrick chuckles, tossing the ball to Jason.

“Be prepared to lose.” Jason smirks, before bending down, closing one of his eyes and glancing at the table.

“Does he realise he looks ridiculous?”

Patrick laughs, bumping my shoulder with his as I smile, Chrissy rolling her eyes at my comment.

“Won’t be ridiculous when we win.”

Jason stands, lining up his shot before releasing the ball, skimming the top of a cup before falling into the liquid.

“Shit.” Patrick and I both mumble.

“Ladies first.” Patrick gestures, I roll my eyes, grabbing the red cup and downing the liquid.

I cough slightly, my face scrunching up.

“Is that Beer mixed with something?”

“Nope, it’s just awful.”

Patrick takes the cup from me, placing it down on the table and drying off the ball on his pants.

“Your go.”

I grab the ball from his hand, standing front on to the table. I take a deep breath and try to line up the shot as best as I can.

“Let me help.”

Patrick places his hands on my hips, pulling me against his chest softly. His hand holds my elbow, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Close one eye like Jason did, line the ball up and bring your elbow in slightly.”

I released a breath I wasn’t sure I was holding, before letting the ball slip through my fingers, bouncing once on the table before landing in the cup.

“Atta girl.” Patrick whispers, his grip on my hips tightening slightly as a warm blush hits my cheeks, a smile dancing across my lips as Jason drinks from the cup.

I feel his eyes burning against my skin before I see him. Our eyes meet as Patrick wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him and whispering how awesome my shot was.

Eddie clenches his jaw, shaking his head before moving away from the porch and into the house.

“I’ll be right back, I have to use the bathroom.”

“Uh, yeah, upstairs to the right.”

“Thanks.” I smile weakly, quickly walking through the partying, my eyes scanning every inch of the place.

I hear the front door close, a feeling inside of me telling me to follow. I quickly slip out the front door, watching Eddie storming down the driveway, his hands balled into fists, opening and closing.

“Eddie!”

I rush after him, a few people turning to look at me as I weave through the cars. I watch Eddie walk down the street, four houses in front of me.

“Hey!”

Eddie picks up his pace, ignoring my calls.

“Eddie Munson, listen to me!”

Eddie stops in his tracks, keeping his back to me as I rush over to him. The street light is slightly dim and the soft thump of the music now in the background.

“Where are you going?”

“Home Y/n, are you going to let me go.” Eddie mumbles, his voice low.

“Eddie, look at me.”

Eddie tilts his head back, sighing as his breath mists in the air. He turns to face me, his eyes glistening and his cheeks flushed, has he been crying? Or is it just the cold air? Am I crazy?

I reach out to touch his face, shock hitting me slightly at how upset he looks, guilt wrecking through me.

“Don’t, go back to your party, it’s where you belong.” Eddie holds my wrist in his hand, his eyes unreadable as my vision blurs, tears sneaking their way up.

“I-Eddie, I don’t belong with them.”

“You fit like a glove with those people.”

“You know I can’t stand those people.”

Eddie scoffs, dropping my hand and rolling his eyes, walking away from me and opening his driver side door.

“Ed.” I whisper as he stops himself.

“Go have fun with Patrick, hopefully he figures out that thing you like.”

I push Eddie’s chest, his back hitting his van.

“Stop it, stop confusing me, stop giving me mixed signals.” I cry, my fists hitting his chest, his warm hands wrapping around my wrists.

“You don’t get to act like this.” I sob, my head resting on his chest as he holds me tight.

“You can’t pick and choose when you want me, especially when someone shows me attention. You either want me Munson or we end whatever game this is.”

Eddie looks over my face, a tear running down my cheek.

“Baby.” Eddie whispers as I sniffle.

Butterflies erupt inside of me, the nickname causing goosebumps to appear on my skin.

“Decide Eddie, please.” I beg, my voice coming out sterner than I planned.

“Y/n, we don’t match.”

I groan, pushing away from him.

“Why does that matter? When has anyone’s opinion mattered to you Ed?”

Eddie opens and closes his mouth without speaking, knowing I'm right.

“I’ll take that as we’re done.” I sigh, tilting my head back and stopping the tears from falling.

“Drive safely, Munson.” I mumble turning away from him.

His grip on my wrist spins me to face him, our faces inches away from each other.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me without me saying anything.”

My eyes search his, trying to read them, and figure him out before he can tell me.

“I want you, in every way, in more ways than I’ve had you.”

I stand on my tippy toes, closing the gap between us as Eddie bends slightly and picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. Our lips move against each other perfectly, my fingers tangling in his hair, his hands squeezing my bum.

“Take me home Munson.”

Eddie smiles, kissing me quickly before nodding.

Eddie carries me to the passenger side, letting me pull myself in and wait for him to start the car.

As we drive down the street I notice Chrissy standing on the front porch looking around.

“Slow down for a sec.”

I wind the window down and lean out of the window.

“Chris! Chrissy!”

Chrissy looks over at me, a knowing smirk on her face as she chuckles. A few people look at the situation, a slight murmur filling the air as Jason cups Patrick's shoulder, shaking his head at him.

“Cover for me?”

Chrissy smiles, nodding her head, “Have fun!”

I blow my best friend a kiss as she catches it, blowing one back.

“Well that’s one way to let people know.”

“And do you hear that?” I ask, cupping my ear as Eddie drives away. “Not one person cares.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, smirking at my comment.

// Smut Below 18+ //

Eddie pulls into the trailer park, his trailer completely dark due to his uncle being out.

I look over at him, my eyes roaming over his body, before his hand brushes against my knee.

“C’mon.”

I follow Eddie, the flicking lights of the trailer park filling the air with a dull buzz. Eddie opens the front door, having to kick it slightly to get it unjammed, something I hope they never fix.

The moment the door clicks closed, Eddie’s hands are on me, pulling me closer to him as his lips suck and bite my neck.

“Fuck.” I sigh, moving my head to the side more, giving him more access.

Eddie places his hands on my hips, slowly guiding us through the small hallway to his room. He pulls away from me, fumbling around his room to turn a small lamp on, the dim light bouncing off the walls, accompanied by the moonlight dancing across the floor.

Without words we both slowly start undressing ourselves, matching each article of clothing.

Eddie’s eyes wander over my skin, a small smirk on his lips as he notices the green lingerie.

“I had to, had a feeling you’d be seeing it.” I whisper, causing him to lick his lips, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Always a good girl for me.”

The small amount of praise rushes straight to my core, dampening my panties. Eddie closes the small distance between us, his fingers running up and down my arms, our eyes never leaving each other. He inches his face closer to mine, our lips hovering over each other, breath mixing.

“I’m yours, Y/n.” His whispered words are barely audible, only noticing the way his mouth brushed against mine as whispered.

“Than fuck me.”

Eddie’s hand clasps the back of my neck, smashing our lips together with a hunger I’ve never felt before. His fingers run through my hair, pulling at the strands as I moan against his lips, allowing for his tongue to tangle with mine.

His hand runs up my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. His lips move down my skin, sucking a mark against the sweet spot on my neck before his tongue swirls against my nipple.

My moans fill the air, his free hand squeezing and massaging my ass cheek, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Please.” The word slips past my lips, begging for him to do more, touch me where I need him most.

Without another word Eddie stops what he is doing, pushing me backwards against his mattress before latching onto me again. His lips work against mine as his fingers rub my clit through my panties, the roughness of the lace fabric scratching against me.

“So fucking wet for me.” I moan in response, grinding my hips against his hand.

Eddie slips his fingers past my panties, sliding the fabric down my legs. His eyes darken as he traces over me sprawled out on his bed. He falls to his knees, kissing up my legs, nipping the skin every so often. He blows against my wet cunt, softly licking up my slit before lightly sucking my clit.

“Holy fuck Ed.”

He hums against my core, his tongue circling my swollen clit, every knock causes tingles to rush through me. His arms wrap around my thighs holding me against him as he flattens his tongue against me, swiping the muscle side to side causing nothing but moans and curses to fall from my lips. Eddie slides two fingers inside of me, slowly, teasingly slipping them in and out of me as he continues to swirl around my clit. My pussy tightens around his fingers, causing him to smile against my skin, our eyes locking briefly before I throw my head back. Eddie pulls his mouth from me, keeping his fingers buried inside of me.

“Tell me I’m fucking lucky.”

His words cause butterflies to erupt inside of me, blush heating my cheeks, my smile beaming.

“You’re fucking lucky Eddie.”

Eddie chuckles slightly, kissing my thigh as his fingers continue to pump in and out of me.

“Damn right I am.”

He repeatedly bumps my g-spot, causing heat to flow over my body.

“Eddie- Fuck, I’m-”

“I know baby, cum for me.”

Eddie keeps his pace, his tongue sliding back over my clit as my back arches off the bed. My fingers pulling at his hair as I moan his name loud, my vision fuzzy and my legs shaky covering his fingers in cum.

He places two soft kisses against my pussy, kissing up my body before reaching my lips. Our kiss is soft, as if we could break under pressure, my chest rising and falling between us. Eddie softly guides my leg over his hip, lining himself up with my entrance and sliding inside of me.

My eyes flutter closed as a huff passes my lips.

“Jesus.”

“You take me so well.” Eddie praises, slowly moving his hips to allow time for me to adjust.

His moans fill the air, something I would never get tired of hearing.

“Right there.” I whisper, angling my hips up slightly. Eddie places his arm under my back, helping me reach the angle, his cock sliding deeper inside of me. My fingernails rake down his back, earning a soft moan to fall from his lips.

Eddie kisses the side of my head, changing our position as he sits back on his legs. His hands grope my boobs, head tilting back as he rocks in and out of me. I moan at the sight in front of me, the man of my dreams moaning at how good I make him feel, I’m fucking lucky.

“God Y/n, so good baby.”

I smile, grabbing his hand and kissing his fingers. Slipping one past my lips and sucking causing a deep groan to rumble through the air, his cock twitching inside of me. His fingers circle my sensitive clit, small electric shocks shaking my legs, my moans vibrating around his finger.

“I’m close.”

“Me to baby, so good.”

I wrap my legs around Eddie, pulling him down to me as he continues to slide in and out of me. I bring his lips to mine, feeling his dick twitch inside of me his body becoming hot. Eddie moans against my lips as I bite his bottom lip, pulling back as our eyes lock his warm release filling me.

Eddie stays inside of me for a few seconds, kissing me deeply, softly, savouring the moment.

We hear a car drive up the gravel road, both of us jumping apart from each other. Eddie quickly shuts his bedroom door, locking it swiftly before we hear the front door open and slam closed.

Eddie holds his finger against his lips as his uncle stomps through the trailer before slamming his bedroom door.

I giggle softly, causing Eddie to smirk. He grabs his hellfire shirt and hands it to me, before sliding my panties back up my legs, placing feather light kisses against my skin.

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am?”

I tilt my head to the side and pretend to think.

“Maybe once?”

Eddie scoffs, quickly kissing me before laying beside me. Both of us tracing each other's skin, happy and finally content with us, being us.

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faejilly · 4 months

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jilly's week in review?

I guess or something. Idek y'all, I was gonna try and do reviews but then I just rambled about what I did instead, so this is clearly gonna need a format revamp next week

anyway

READING

Finished Daughter of Witches

and also St. Peter's Fair, which I had started AGES ago and sort of lost track of, but I'm doing the January Challenge on TheStoryGraph and couldn't decide what to read next but needed to get my pages in, so I went digging for random shit and I have read it before and watched all the Cadfael mysteries so it's not like it was hard to get into to finish it so I could save my streak.😅

Read A House with Good Bones (on purpose from start to finish in one day!) because T. Kingfisher/Ursula Vernon is absofuckinglutely one of my favorites. (There's a thought here about my occasional forays into the horror genre, and how some horror is almost kind of cozy because it's about protecting what we love from what we fear, and that is very much a Kingfisher kind of thing, but that might need a new post and a more functional brain to figure out where I'm going with that.)

Listened to a little bit more of IT while doing housework; I'm not great at audio books except when I'm driving, but sometimes I can manage a little (and I didn't want to distract myself from dishes by picking up a new book instead). Stephen Weber is an excellent narrator btw, for anyone who's curious.

WATCHING

The husband was sick last week, and I was only sort of doing shit either, so he kind of just put the TV on and let it go and I definitely will not manage a nice list with links like I did with books. There was some M*A*S*H, (oh, I did finally watch the special that recently came out on Hulu), and RoboCop (largely because Thing 1 gave the husband the new game for Christmas) and several different Predator movies of various quality, and a bunch of other stuff I am not thinking of at the moment. I know I picked a couple and watched them myself but with everything else I can't remember what?

Also some Mythbusters when Thing 2 picked something to watch for awhile, which is pretty much always entertaining even when we're like: your sample size is nonexistent and just because you can't do it doesn't mean someone who knows what they're doing couldn't have done it so are you SURE you should have busted that? 😅

PLAYING

I got Garden Story for Christmas and got through the quest-lines and realized I was quite far away from all the upgrades, so I've been periodically poking at it and trying to get my villages/tools better before trying the Final Boss. I have had a good time with Concord though, it's fun, I'm just not sure the leveling functions, such as they are, are paced/balanced quite right? 😅 (Or perhaps I'm just Bad At Fighting In Cozy Games? This does seem to be a bit of a trend tbqh, probably why I liked Wylde Flowers' lack of combat so much.) I also have found VERY FEW of the memories/weird achievements so that's a thing I'm probably going to have to look up hints for soon-ish...

(I did finish Potion Permit last year, which is great, I recommend it whole-heartedly: the potion building mechanic is usually pretty solid, it has good characters, a nice aesthetic, I did actually mostly have fun rolling around and fighting things/gathering stuff, but I did reach the end of the main quest and then go... huh, is that it? just because it, yk, kept going after the finale but there didn't seem to be anything there beyond like, a couple personal quests that needed materials I couldn't unlock until the end.)

MORE ENTERTAININGLY I THINK, we did also play some board games

Paint The Roses is QUITE HARD with only two people even if you stick to the medium level whims; or maybe I'm just not that smart?!? We did in fact survive without getting our heads' chopped off by the Queen of Hearts, but we legit guessed the last two puzzles so. Dumb Luck™️ is not nearly as reliable as actually figuring out how to plot your plants better.

We did Escape the Dark Sector (with more people this time, tbf) on our first try though! That was pretty delightful. It is atmospheric and potentially almost deadly without feeling too awful at any point! Also I got to punch a tentacle monster!

Mice & Mystics can go dramatically bad if your dice aren't on your side and you do like, one stupid thing to compound that, and then if you're invested enough to start over you can suddenly realize you've been moving tiny plastic mice and bugs around the table for like four hours and still only got through the first chapter... but not regret it at all because you like your mice and are very proud of them for finally making it!

Can you tell we like co-op games? 🤣🤣🤣

(I did also do some rearranging so the game room was comfier, so like, win/win I adulted and played!)

THERE WAS NO WRITING OR CROSS-STITCHING OR PAINTING OR ANYTHING ELSE THIS WEEK, so uh. Clearly my balance of activities is bonkers and I should maybe get off the couch/game chair(s) a bit more often.

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Though the secret ending implies Tokiko was right all along.

oh i do have some thoughts about this! rotates diverge route in my brain. this is just personal opinion and a lot of just. interpretation and looking at things in a meta-narrative sense, so feel free to disagree entirely lmao, but! anyways.

(also im so sorry anon this got really long and rambly sldkfhgsdg i did not mean for this to happen)

for me at least, the nil ending stuff doesn’t really end as a “she was actually right!” sort of thing, but rather, it feels like more of a direct challenge to the player and their expectation of what a narrative “should” give and what a secret ending “should” be. the ending itself breaks the 4th wall directly, it gives the choice of whether or not it happens directly to the player- it even relies on (from what i understand) a random number, so you can’t cheat it. You need to play the game to see your own personal nil number.

The game is presenting you with a ‘final twist’- this world is a game, something that you as a player have known all along. It is a fictional world, Tokiko is right- they just dropped the pretense. for a very brief moment, Ryuki sees the ‘truth’ of the world, and Tokiko then gives you as the player an option: you can tell him everything, change the course of history to try to reach a “better ending”, or you can let him forget and let events play out the same as they did before.

When I play through the diverge route content, it gives off a very strong feeling of things feeling... off. It rings a bit hollow, almost like a pyrrhic victory- it should be a better world, Uru was stopped in time, Komeji is alive, Amame is free, none of the explosion end stuff happened. And yet, it feels like there’s still a heavy cost to it, to Ryuki’s own psyche. The awareness that we granted him weighs him down- he’s disconnected from the people around him, he got promoted but barely leaves his office anymore, even Tama is more blunt about not believing him about this ‘other timeline’.

This world should feel better, but something has been lost- not just for Ryuki, but the player as well. All of the bonds that were forged, the emotions we just went through in the story... all of them were washed away by our doing.

Now, I’m not saying this to claim “oh we as the players are villains! we’re doing a bad thing and helping tokiko win!”, because I honestly do not believe that either. I don’t think that’s the point of the ending- its not making any sort of accusation at the player, but rather, it’s asking us why we may feel the way we do about it. If it feels hollow to some, why does it feel hollow? Why does it seem to linger?

When playing games, its natural to want to find all the secrets- especially in a mystery game such as this. The ‘Frayer” question is presented extremely early on in the story, and it may linger in a player’s mind. It’s a secret, so of course you want to figure out what it means. Seeking that sort of information is an understandable, and likely intended response, especially considering this is a literal murder mystery game. Almost every LP i’ve seen has people stop and try to guess at numbers for a while before moving on, and hell, I did that myself!

So when the game gives you the nil number at the end, and asks you what you want to do with it, its just the obvious thing to do. You want more answers, you want more time with this game, you want to uncover every mystery and secret that you can. The achievements in-game help with this a bit on a meta level, too- you know there’s secrets to find, so go find them!

Objectively, in the true end timeline, people suffered far more. People died, Amame is in jail, everything that happened in the explosion end- but for all of the suffering and pain, it wasn’t a world without meaning. Ryuki and the Mizukis were both still fighting in their own ways for the truth, to solve things- perhaps the past couldn’t be changed, and that better world may not exist to them, but their world still has meaning. Things may still be bittersweet, its not a perfect happy ending- but those are rare in life. Everyone is still finding their own way forward as best they can, and making the most of the life they’re living. No matter how you’ve struggled, there is still value in that life, and finding that value is something so very important.

(Please note I’m not saying that people should suffer in life, or that you need to suffer for your life to have meaning- rather, I just want to say that a life where you have suffered is not meaningless. Experiencing loss and hardship is tragic, and often times traumatic, but your life still has meaning and you are not defined by the hardships you’ve experienced. There is always the chance that you will find a way to make things better tomorrow, that you will find the strength to start picking yourself up if you need to, and that is important and extremely meaningful.)

In the diverge route, everything is better, but the emotional connection with the player is gone. You’ve found what you were looking for, you’ve found that ‘happier ending’, and now the game is asking you what that should mean to you. What do you consider important from the narrative? What makes a story satisfying to you? What parts of this were drawing you in, investing you? We’ve removed the facade, this world is just a game- but it was a game that meant something to you, it got you invested, made you care, and it was satisfying as a result. It doesn’t matter that it was a game- we go along with it because we care, because we want to see what happens to these characters we like, and because seeing them struggle and fight and ultimately claim that ending song they so very deserved is a reward of its own.

So to me, the nil number is essentially asking you to think about your own personal relationships to media. What is it about the ending of a story that matters to you? Is a “perfect ending” all that matters for you to be happy, or are you actually looking for something else? It’s not intended to be a happy ending, despite it being a better one- it’s nil. A process has occurred, and something has changed, yet you have no more or less than you did before.

Apologies again for rambling on here lmao I’m sure you probably did not intend for that. And again, this is just my personal interpretations of the ending- I’m sure other people will have their own too, and that’s part of the fun to me! It’s very ripe for analysis and discussion, I don’t want to present my views as the only “correct” way to look at things, I’m just giving my case here as best I can in hopes some people may enjoy reading my thoughts on the matter.

The diverge route stuff is fascinating to me because its challenging, it lingers, it makes me think about it and want more in a way that I know I’ll be better off never getting it. Expanding on the ending in the game would honestly feel counterproductive- it works so well to me because it feels hollow. We have frayed at the edges, and now we get to see what we’ve done. (not to say i won’t read fic tho bc there’s some cool fic out there already on the topic. hell yeah.)

So, yeah! I hope that made at least a little bit of sense to read through, thanks for reading if you did, and I hope that even if you don’t agree it was still a fun thing to look over lmao.

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scrybe-of-writings · 2 years

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It's Normal - P03 & FtM Reader

TW: Gender Crisis, negative thoughts about Gender Crisis, internalized transphobia

oughh the first thing i ever post is a fic about two fellas being trans. go figure. fic's under the cut have fun go ham

I am down horrendously bad for this guy but I also kind of meant to leave this ambiguous on purpose so I guess it's your call on whether it's romantic or platonic or just two guys Being Silly

also I've always headcanoned p03 as being ftm but i guess if you think about it this could be interpreted as either? maybe? idk man robots and gender are equally complicated to write for all i know is that this guy is Not Cis

“I think… I’m trans,” you blurted one game. It had been quiet for a few minutes, nearly bordering on awkward—the two of you hadn’t taken a break for quite some time, and you had begun to run out of things to talk about.

P03 set down a card. “What?”

Immediately, your face began to burn. You should have expected this, really. Why did you think that he, of all people, would get it? Did he even know what being trans was? If so, he’d surely find you even more disgusting than he already had. Stupid. Stupid, stupid—

“Are you going to elaborate, or are you just going to keep your face in your hands?”

Oh. Um.

You lifted your head. “Uh. Trans. Transgender? I think I’m transgender.”

“The hell is that?” Jesus. Okay.

“Uhh. You know, like—um. Okay—so—you know how we have, like, the concept of gender, right? Like. Men and women and all that jazz. And you know how I’m like. A girl. But the thing is I’m not. But. Like. Okay maybe yeah I look like a girl but I’m not really because calling myself that is really super gross and sometimes I wonder if I’d feel better about myself if I cut my hair and stopped wearing blouses and—”

“God. Okay, slow down. I can’t understand a thing you say when you ramble like that. It’s irritating.”

“I want to cut my hair. And wear bigger clothes. And make my voice lower? I guess?”

He just stared. God, you were a weirdo. Even if he was neutral before, there was no way he wouldn’t despise you after that explanation. Why couldn’t you keep your shit together for ten minutes? You could feel his gaze burning straight through you, but the worst part was that you couldn’t figure out why. He hadn’t said anything for several seconds, and you were getting extremely worried. What the hell was going on in that processor of his? You hated the fact that he was so hard to read sometimes.

The silence was getting too much. “So… there’s that.”

“So what’s the big deal?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I said, ‘what’s the big deal?’ Okay, you have long hair and stuff. Just change it. What, you want scissors? We’re in a factory. Made of metal. Find them yourself. Don’t leave hair on the floor.”

“You’re not grossed out?”

“Am I not supposed to be?” There it was. You knew this would happen. Of course. ‘Do what you like, but I still won’t be a fan’-type shit. God. Stupid. Stupid—

“Of course I’m still grossed out by you. You sweat and leave stray hairs everywhere and you make messes when you eat and I had to install a bathroom because of you. Do you know how much that screwed up the synergy we’ve got going on here? Our system? Beasts are disgusting. Was your haircut supposed to change that?” He scoffed, then went back to looking at his cards. “Your ideas are unhinged, challenger.”

“No, me being trans.”

“What about it?”

“I—?” This was going in a very different direction than you'd thought it would. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little relieved, but part of you still wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t playing some kind of trick on you. “Doesn’t that freak you out?”

“No…? Did you hit your head? Do you have some kind of brain-eating parasite? Did you breathe in some of those freaky mushrooms? I told you not to go back there. Anyway, it happens to everyone. Chill out. You’re not special.”

Wait. “What?”

“What?” “What do you mean it happens to everyone?”

“I mean it happens to everyone.”

Did— Was he—?

“I… don’t think so.”

“Of course it does.”

“So it’s happened to Dredger? And Inspector? Leshy? The mages?”

“Okay, maybe not everyone,” he said, a little too quickly. “But it’s not some super interesting thing like I’m betting you’re hoping it is. Super normal. So calm down. Are we done?” P03’s eyes refused to meet your own, despite how much they were darting around, and you could hear clicks getting increasingly louder as he kept stacking the same cars on the table. “Can we get back to our game, now?”

Holy shit. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him this uncomfortable before. A few minutes prior you might have thought it was because you were the culprit—freaking him out with your weird gender moment and all—but you were beginning to suspect that maybe it was something else. You had never been one to pry, but…

“P03?”

“What.”

“Do… you want to talk about something?”

He hesitated, like he was about to let his walls down, even for a second, but stopped himself, and you saw the emotion leave his face again. Still he refused to show vulnerability, it seemed. He picked up his cards. “No. Not really.”

You picked yours up, too. “Alright. Well, if you change your mind… We’re a little bit in need of a conversation topic, aren’t we?”

“Tsk. Okay."

The room was quiet again, but after a while, you heard a very soft, "Scissors are in the middle drawer. You’re really stupid, you know that?”

“Ha, ha. Okay, buddy."

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Subaru Maniac [Prologue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the entrance hall of Banmaden

Shin: Nii-san. We just got word from one of the Familiars.

Those Vampires are heading our way.

Carla: ...I suppose it must regarding the message we received from them the other day.

Shin: Probably. Seems like those Vibora are up to no good, so I’m sure those Vampires want to strengthen their own forces?

Anyway, I can turn them away at the door, right?

Carla: ...

Shin: Oh? You’re not going to show them the way home?

Carla: ...

ー Carla walks away

Shin: Haah...Guess I have no other choice. Guess I’ll go greet them.

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Banmaden

Yui: ( This is the Founders’ castle...Banmaden... )

Subaru: ...Hey, are you comin’ along no matter what?

Yui: Of course. I wouldn’t want to get left behind at this point.

Subaru: ...

Kou: Oiー You two! What are you doing? Hurry up!

Yui: Yeah, we’re coming...!

ー They catch up to Kou and Azusa

Subaru: Seems like there’s nobody guardin’ the front gate. Can we just let ourselves in then?

Kou: Ehー? That’s pushing it, don’t you think? They might accuse us of trespassing.

Azusa: Then...What do we do...?

Kou: Hmー Why don’t we try shouting out to them?

???: That won’t be needed.

ー Yui looks up into the air

Yui: Shin-kun...!

( I didn’t think he’d be standing on top of the gate... )

Shin: I was informed by my Familiars that you guys were on the way here.

I’d rather not, personally, but Nii-san told me to let you guys in.

ー Shin jumps down

Shin: ーー There we go.

I didn’t think you’d come here as well. Let me guess? You’re an offering to Nii-san?

Yui: A-An offering...?

Subaru: Fuck off! In your dreams!

Yui: S-Subaru-kun! Don’t be like that!. What’s the point in coming here then...!?

Azusa: Exactly, Subaru-san...Calm down.

Shin: Hehe, the point in coming here, you say? What could that be? Tell me.

Yui: ...

Shin-kun. This time, we want to talk to you guys.

Shin: Figured so. I mean, I can pretty much guess what’s going on.

Why don’t you come in? ーー Welcome to the Founders’ Castle.

ー The scene shifts to the saloon

Yui: ( This place is completely different from the Sakamaki Castle or even Eden...It’s incredibly overwhelming... )

Shin: Sorry for the wait, Nii-san. I’ve brought them along.

Yui: ...Carla-san.

Carla: ーー What has brought you lot here?

Subaru: Ugh...

Yui: ( Judging by his reaction, they don’t plan on welcoming us with open arms... )

( I wonder if Subaru-kun will be okay... )

Subaru: ...

ーー As the one governing my clan, there is a favor I would like to ask of you two. I would like you to lend us your strength.

Carla: ...Hooh. Seems like you have a functioning brain at the very least.

Yui: ( Thank god...Seems like the phrase Reiji-san told him worked well. )

Carla: ...However, you are simply providing mere lip service. You are still inadequate.

Subaru: ...!

Carla: Ever since I was but a young child, I was expected to one day succeed the throne as the next King of Founders, as I had learnt to accept said destiny of mine as well.

I am the King of Founders. Therefore, I shall only listen to the words of a fellow King.

ーー Hence, I would like to ask if you deem yourself fit to be called a true King?

Subaru: Kuh...

Kou: Uwah...Carla-kun’s aura is something else. Exactly what you’d expect from a King...

Azusa: ...Seems like Subaru-san is being overwhelmed...

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( I am in no position to speak up. Is this...A true King? )

Carla: ...This dates back to my young days, when I was given an opportunity to meet Karlheinz in person.

The presence he radiated...It left me at a complete loss of words.

He had a King’s majesty, much more so than even my own father, Giesbach.

You are his son. Therefore, I doubt you can relateーー

Subaru: Oi. What are you rambling about? What is it exactly you’re trying to say?

Carla: ...

As of right now, you lack that kind of majesty I sensed from Karlheinz back then.

In other words, I simply cannot acknowledge you as the King of Vampires at this very moment.

Subaru: ...Ugh...!

Carla: If I were to lend you our species’ strength, it means we will either prevail or suffer defeat together.

As you are right now, I am afraid I cannot leave the fate of us Founders in your hands.

Subaru: ...Kuh. So put shortly, it’s a no? Fuck, you like to act all high and mighty.

But I should have never tried to rely on you bastards in the first place!

Yui: S-Subaru-kun! Don’t say that...!

Subaru: Aah? You really need to get in my way ‘gain, huh?

Yui: Get in the way...? All I want to do is help you out.

...Excuse me, Carla-san? What does Subaru-kun have to do to prove himself to you?

Carla: ...Show me what those powers of yours are capable of. Maybe then we can talk.

Subaru: Wha...?

Kou: Wha...!? That’s definitely a bad idea!

Azusa: Yeah...Kou’s right.

Seems like was having trouble controlling his powers even in the human world...

If some dangerous situation were to arise over here...

Yui: ( It’s true that Subaru-kun cannot fully control his own powers yet. )

( Like the other two said, asking him to suddenly unleash them on the spot is just going too far... )

Carla: ...I see.

Then, us Founders shall never side with you. Can we agree on that?

Subaru: ...Ugh...

Carla: You made this decision yourself, did you not? You, as a Vampire King whom I simply cannot approve of.

Subaru: ーー Fine. I’ll show you.

Yui: ( Eh? ...Subaru-kun...? )

Carla: Hmph...

Well then, let us call it a day for now. First, you should rest up after your trip.

Yui: Eh...?

Azusa: Um...What do you mean by that...?

Carla: I have to say, I am rather offended that you think we would not provide you any hospitality.

ーー Shin.

Shin: Yes, Nii-san?

Carla: They are now our guests. Make sure to treat them with the utmost of respect.

Shin: Eeh? But you just said that guy isn’t worthy to be called a King, didn’t you?

Carla: Yes. However, that does not change the fact that they became our guests from the second they stepped foot inside this castle.

Shin: ...Roger.

Carla: Come to me once you are rested up.

I shall judge those powers of yours.

ー Carla walks away

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Subaru-kun looks very conflicted... )

( Despite what he said, I’m sure he feels anxious... )

Shin: ...I’ll escort you to your rooms, so follow me.

I’ll leave you behind if you take too long.

Yui: Ah...Sorry.

( Anyway, Subaru-kun will just have to do his best. )

( I’m sure it’ll go well, right? )

ー The scene shifts to the Vibora Castle

Kino: Good job. You can go now.

ー The other person leaves

Kino: Hmー I see...

ー Yuuri walks up to him

Yuuri: Did the Ravens report to you?

Kino: Yeah. Seems like those Vampires have started negotiating with other species behind the scenes.

I guess they made up their minds that it’ll come to a confrontation with the Vibora.

Yuuri: I do believe that is most likely the case.

Kino: ...Seems like we won’t have any time to lose.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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