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The complications of being engaged with a secret identityā¦
I just wanted to share these scenes because I love them
Superman vol 2 issue #73 & #62 written and drawn by Dan Jurgens with Brett Breeding (1992)
Action Comics #695 written by Karl Kesel (guest writer!) and drawn by Jackson Guize & Denis Rodier (1993)
#the third one? on the roof?? š#I love that so much#the art is perfect#yeah itās#dc comics#superman#clark kent#lois lane#clois
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The Hunt
Jschlatt x Fem!YouTuber!reader
Requested by: absolutely nobody!
Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Schlatt being Schlatt.
A/n: 18+ NSFW! if you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!
Summary: a harmless game of Minecraft prop hunt goes from being PG-13 to rated R once the cameras are out š not much of a summary...but you get the idea
Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ā¤ļø
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"Five...four...three...two...one!" Schlatt yelled, the funny mic distorting his voice.
Y/n and Tommy turned into mossy slabs, they book it for the nearest hiding spot once they see Schlatt's character appear from over the hill. Tubbo flew passed them as a parrot, while Wilbur and Philza slide into place as blocks of sand.
Y/n giggled when she heard Schlatt sniffing close by, "I can smell your perfume, Y/n. I know your around here somewhere."
She held her breath as he ran up and stood on top of her, looking around for any movement.
"Where are you, my love?" He whispered. "Daddy is coming for you."
Wilbur bursted out laughing, "That is genuinely fuckin creepy."
"Yeah?" Schlatt asked. "I bet it got Y/n blushing from head to toe, didn't it?"
"Mhm.." Y/n covered her face, trying not to show her viewers the effect her boyfriend had on her.
"Where are you though. You guys are actually really well hidden."
"You're standing on Y/n."
"Tommy!" She yelled. "Why would you tell him that!"
Y/n took off sliding across the map with Schlatt directly behind her, "Come here, sweetie pie. Daddy has a present for you, all you gotta do is stop running."
"AHHH!" Y/n yelled, racing up a flight of stairs and changing into a watermelon. She slowly made her way over to a patch of melons as camouflage, as Schlatt passed by her.
"Where did you go?"
Y/n giggled, watching his character look around clueless as to where she ran off to.
"I heard that cute little giggle." He growled, making Y/n rub her thighs together.
Tubbo attempted to fly next to Schlatt, but got shot with an arrow.
"How did you know it was me!?" He cried.
"I had a fuckin feeling! Only you would be stupid enough to fly that close to me!"
Y/n took this opportunity to slowly creep away and turn into an ocelot, fallowing Schlatt as he scoped out Philza and Wilbur.
"Come here you little bastard!" He yelled, chasing a block of sand.
"Wilbur." Y/n whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I'm the little kitty next to you, fallow me."
The two of them found Tommy and watch from the roof of a building as Schlatt stalked Philza. unbeknownst to them, Tubbo was coming up behind them.
"Run!" Tommy yelled, making the others freak out and scatter.
Wilbur got caught, Tommy hid as a block of leaves, and Y/n hid in a pond as a sea pickle.
"Okay." Schlatt said. "You guys go after Tommy. Y/n is mine."
His words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine, the thought of being hunted by him was kinda intimidating in a fun way. She hopped out of the pond and hid behind a tree, going into third person view to check where Schlatt was.
"I'm coming for you, Y/n." He whispered. "You can't hide from me."
She let out a moan into the mic, making Schlatt stop and stare at the tree she was behind. There was silence for a second, just the blank stare of his character making her feel uneasy.
"Just you wait till this game is over."
Y/n shrieked, flying out from behind the tree. He chased her passed the other guys, through the lake, and back to the starting point where he finally got her.
When the stream was finally over, Y/n went down stairs and grabbed a soda out of the fridge. She cracked it open, taking a swig and setting it on the counter. When she looked up, Schlatt was standing there leaning against the wall.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" She asked.
"That moan."
"Oh...that? It was nothing."
Schlatt shook his head, slowly walking over to her.
"That wasn't nothin, princess." He whispered, taking her hand and pressing it against his groin.
Y/n's heart raced at the realization of just how hard her moan had gotten him, she bit her lip and pressed her hand down harder.
Schlatt leaned in close, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, "Feel that? You feel what you do to me?"
"Mhm." She moaned, palming at him through his sweats.
Schlatt groaned, pushing her against the counter and trapping her there with his large form. He attacked her neck, trailing hot wet kisses over her skin.
His hand pressed between her legs, making her whimper, "Mmm, so sensitive." His words making her knees weak.
Schlatt quickly turned her around, dropping her lounge pants down to her ankles, a long with her panties, she stepped out of them and kicked them away. He pulled out his cock, bringing her hips back a bit and lining himself up.
"You want this, baby girl? Huh? You wanna feel Daddy's cock inside you?"
Y/n whined, making Schlatt smile and thrust into her. She gasped at his size, after all this time she's never gotten used to how big he is.
"There we go, precious." He groaned, taking a hold of her hips and rutting into her, "Fuck you're so tight, does Daddy not fuck you enough?"
Y/n whimpered, shaking her head.
"Aw, is my poor baby deprived? Do I need to use you more often?"
"Y-yes."
"Finally, she speaks." His voice was dark, and full of lust.
Schlatt pushed her head down against the counter, his thrusts getting harder and faster. Making Y/n cry out when he hit that special spot.
"Is that it?" He asked. "Is that where you want Daddy to fuck you? Is that where it feels good?"
"Mhm...p-please don't stop!"
"I'm not stopping. I'm not stopping till I make my girl cum."
His hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing tight circles against her clit. Her legs shook and her hips jerked back making him hit her G-spot hard. Y/n cried out once again as she felt her orgasm wash over her.
"Ahh! J- Im cumming!" Her knees gave out, she fell to the floor out of breath.
Schlatt chuckled, tucking himself away. He slowly brought her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her so she wouldn't fall again.
"Let's get you cleaned up, Princess."
THE END ā¤ļø
I hope you enjoyed
Reblogs are welcome š¤
#fyp#foryou#fanfic#foryoupage#x reader#smut#jschlatt x female reader#jschlatt x y/n#jschlatt x you#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt#schlatt x you#schlatt x y/n#schlatt x reader#schlatt#schlatt smut#jschlatt smut#schlatt x fem reader
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helloo I don't want to bother you but can I ask for some kojiro sasaki (RoR) nsfw heacanons? thanksā” and if you can't write it or don't want to is tatlly fine!
(sorry for my bad english)
Aww ofc I can write for this cocky seniorš
He knows he's too hot for his 400+ year ol self .....Fuckin grandpa
The Hajun one will be out soon, also may write the bonus part for all the other characters as well if y'all want
NSFW
A lot of stamina, too much stamina for an old geezer and a lot of strength
Kojiro is a funny guy in the bed, jokes around and tickles you, he loves seeing your smile and hear you laugh
He's got some degradation up his sleeve but nothing serious
May just roll on his back and tell ya to ride him after your third round and then laugh affectionately when you're too tired to move
Overall he's as gentle as a butterfly, asking if you're ok and all
8/10 for aftercare, he's one of the best actually but um.... He falls asleep quite quickly, bro can blackout in the middle of your conversion after sex
Missionary all the way, he thinks it's the most affectionate position (plus he's not as flexible as he was when young, but you haven't heard it from me)
Kojiro is not very picky when it comes to release, whatever you say goes..... tho he's over the roof if you allow him to cum inside
Isn't one for long make out during sex but steals kissed here and there nevertheless
Just as he tries to keep light mood, it's even better if you crack a joke yourself, even if it's embarrassing or not really funny one, he'll laugh either way
I don't see Kojiro to necessarily enjoy blowjobs nor eating out but don't worry his fingers make magic real
I don't see him as a dominant one but not submissive at all no no
Loves your body, he just loves it and will praise it accordingly
Kojiro doesn't fuck, Kojiro makes love
Fucking for him is just a way for men to use someone for their stress relief or primal desires, that's also why your first time was delayed till he wasn't 100% sure he's head over heals for you
His pace isn't too fast but not slow either, it's sensual and carefully planned, the angle the rhythm the depth, all planned out to every detail
But then again, if you want him to fuck you, he will happily oblige
Kojiro isn't at all shy to be vocal, not too loud but moans and groans all the same
Oh and a lil tip, say his name when you're close, his face will turn the deepest shade of red, may or may not cum on the spot
His hair stays up most of the time, Kojiro doesn't really mind his hair down but it gets in his face a lot
On the other hand, when you're on top the boss privilege is all yours, you can do whatever you want with him
Kojiro likes to hold and squeeze your thighs when you ride him, closes his eyes and hides his face in to pillow moaning softly~~
Bonus info: X-Rayš
It's head's color is #cb5275
Not very long but definitely thick, the base is the thickest part
Slightly curved upwards with multiple smaller veins along the shaft
Hairy, very hairy but trimmed to a certain shape, goes from around the base nearly all the way to his bellybutton
Balls are on a bigger and heavier side but nothing too much
#shuumatsu no valkyrie#snv x reader#record of ragnarok#record of ragnarok smut#record of ragnarok x reader#x reader smut#ror sasaki kojiro#snv sasaki kojiro
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Alfira & Lakrissa Idle Dialogue - Elfsong Roof
More Alfira/Lakrissa idle dialogue :) this time after you talk to Lakrissa for the first time in the Elfsong Tavern, and she says...
Lakrissa: Break time! Heading to the roof - sort your own drinks in the meantime.
Convo 1
Lakrissa: A rich arsehole sent his drink back three times - so I spat in his last one.
Alfira: Lakrissa!
Lakrissa: He said it was 'delicious.' [laughs]
Second convo -
Alfira: Rent's due soon. I was thinking I could do some busking?
Lakrissa: No need, I picked up some extra shifts.
Alfira: You didn't need to do that.
Lakrissa: I know - I wanted to. You just focus on your music.
Third convo -
Alfira: We made it, Lakrissa.
Lakrissa: Damn right - and not even pissy druids or cursed shadows could stop us.
Alfira: Only because I had you.
Lakrissa: Nah - you'd have been fine without me. But the company was welcome.
Bonus - there's a backpack in the corner of the roof with an adventure novel, and a ring.
š for a proposal...?
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#alfira#lakrissa#I am 100% in the 'Lakrissa is planning to propose' camp#something to play for
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GET TO KNOW ME TAG;
I was tagged by @garaviel + @mrdekarios to answer these fun questions, thank you beloveds! Itās been a while (beennn a whilllleee) since I did one of these so letās go!
Tagging: @chuckhansen @sstewyhosseini @risingsh0t @simonxriley @florbelles @confidentandgood @statichvm @feypacts @yurgir @binickmiller @theresebelivet @captastra @marivenah @faerune @steveharingtn @dekarios @jillvalentinesday @fenharel @shellibisshe @jackiesarch @malefiicarum @dameayliins + @onewingedangels
last song: 18+ by Scene Queen (proper banger when youāre feeling mad and also just MAJOR Rin vibes tehe)
fave color: mustard yellow! But Iām a goth/grunge gal so I like lots of dark earthy tones too!
currently watching: naruto! Been binge watching it non stop and Iām SO EXCITED to watch shippuden!! (Also need to catch up on jjk, bungo stray dogs and link clink but thatāll come later tehe)
last movie: oh fuck thatās a tricky oneā¦ watched about a third of Ghostbusters: Afterlife with my parents but felt too ill to stay aha, other than that I think the last one was Barbie! Iām seeing Saw X tomorrow tho which Iām hella excited about!
currently reading: the demon slayer manga and some jjk short stories, but Iām still not an avid reader so itās a slow process haha
sweet/savory/spicy: a little bit of all of them! Iām not too fussy, but I donāt really like super sweet or spicy things. Iāll take some good pastries any day tho! Or any Japanese food hehehehehe
relationship status: single pringle semi ready to mingle! Tho romance isnāt high on my priority list
current obsession: narutoā¦š brain rot is strong! But I always go back to uc/aot/critical role too
last google: insects in flourš¤¢ found some last night and had to dispose of said flourā¦ gross (no itās not a hygiene thing - our roof is being redone calm down)
currently working on: completing full colours of my ocs, crochet bday presents for my friendies and maybe a cheeky little plan for this years tumblr chrimbo giftsš
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š I would like to hear the thoughts
To preface a lot of neurodivergent conditions weren't believed to exist back in the 1890s or were only recently being discovered, so all these kiddos are undiagnosed (and they likely wouldn't have much access to doctors who could test them anyways). Not that the newsies would really care much, they know how to help their buddies when needed.
I've taken inspiration from some of my own experiences wdym I'm projecting kjdsksj
- Crutchie is on the autistic spectrum. He likes sticking to a routine, his sensory issues dictate he keep his arms covered up even in summer, he sells on the same spot morning and evening and worries if one of his regulars doesn't stop by. It's a bit of a struggle for him during the seasonal changes where he has to adjust to sleeping back inside or up on the roof again (Jack insists he doesn't have to stay up there with him, but Crutchie says he likes it once he's gotten used to it again)
- Finch and Albert have hyperactive ADHD. Albert is very impulsive and can never stick to a selling spot (neither can Finch, but that's for different reasons). Finch's reading lessons with Davey usually involve rereading paragraphs multiple times until they stick. He prefers when Davey reads to him, the words stick in his head better that way
- Buttons, on the other hand, has inattentive ADHD. His sewing is about the one thing he can completely focus on (and it often turns into hyperfixating, one of the other boys usually has to remind him to go to bed)
- Elmer is dyspraxic. He doesn't mean to keep dropping things or tripping on the stairs. He's stopped trying to button his vest and he still needs JoJo's help tying his shoes. The other boys quickly catch on this isn't something they can poke fun at like his selling abilities, because there's nothing funny about seeing the poor kid nearly in tears because he's on his third attempt at buttoning his shirt. It's another reason JoJo likes to keep close to him, he wants to be there to help Elmer if need be
- Sniper has dyscalculia, not helpful when most of your life revolves around budgeting. He recognises coins based on size and colour rather than what number is on them, and if he needs to pay for something he tends to just hand over every penny he's got and get change back accordingly
- Ike is autistic. Mike is not. Ike has a fixation on stripes and needs to be wearing at least one stripy item of clothing. When they first got to the lodging house Mike went round to everyone who had stripy clothes asking if they would swap with Ike to keep him happy. Mike doesn't really understand why his twin is the way he is, why he's driven to tears if he can't wear stripes or if he and Mike are separated for longer than about half an hour, but he's quick to come to Ike's defence if anyone has a go at him for it
- Over in Brooklyn, York is dyslexic. He's embarrassed he has so much trouble getting the words to make sense. Spot's devised a very tactful strategy to make sure York gets to understand the headlines he's hawking, without having unwanted attention drawn to him
#thanks for the ask emmy!#brain is tired but these are the thoughts that sprung to mind#newsies#newsies headcanons#asks#second to none
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11 - linzin š
11- "Don't leave. Stay the night. Please."
TW blood and violence
Tenzin took his glider to work as Oogi had been requisitioned for his family's trip to the South. Long, boring hours of meetings greeted him. Tarrlok had some new scheme up his sleeve, and Tenzin didn't leave the council building until long after the sun had set.
He stood on the roof, ready for takeoff, when figures crept from the shadows and pounced on him. He was able to fend off the first, second, and third would-be attackers. Their bodies flew far away from the powerful attacks of his element. The fourth and fifth managed to grab at him, but they soon joined their knocked down accomplices by the parapet. He watched one of the shadows motion as if they had thrown something. By the time he saw the brick emerge from the darkness, it was too late to dodge. It broke on his cheekbone, and someone jumped on his back while he was dazed. Another joined. And another.
Fists and boots rained down on him. One of them broke his glider over his back as he struggled to stand. His scream for help was met with a kick to the head. He opened his eyes to a spinning world. Blows kept landing. Boots kept kicking. There was nothing but pain and the sound of cracking bone.
Tenzin considered himself lucky that Pema and the children had taken a trip to the South without him. They were far, far away from this danger.
He woke up in the hospital and was told that he was found in a puddle of his own blood. The healers had already repaired most of the damage.
The evening of his discharge, a nurse rolled him to the front door in a wheelchair and told him the rest would have to heal on its own. Lin greeted him at the curb and assisted him into her car. They caught the ferry back to Air Temple Island. Their journey took place without a word spoken between them.
She assisted him inside as best she could. He tried to walk under his own power and nearly fell. Lin rolled her eyes as he struggled up the stairs and put his arm around her shoulders to help him the rest of the way to his bed.
"The acolytes have all the information they need to take care of you." Lin said as she eased his stiff body down to the mattress. She pulled a pill bottle from her side pouch and placed it on the nightstand. "These are the painkillers that you're supposed to take."
Lin motioned to leave, and Tenzin grabbed her wrist before she could get too far away. "Was it the Equalists?"
Lin regarded him with a measured expression on her face before looking away and speaking through gritted teeth. "We don't know."
She tried to leave, but he held her firm.
"Don't leave. Spend the night." His voice turned into a quiet whisper. "Please."
She looked at his hand and saw the way his knuckles paled from the force of his grasp. "Tenz--"
"Please, Lin." He interrupted her protest. "I don't--I don't want to be alone." He took in a shaky breath. "Please."
"You'll be fine. The White Lotus is on watch." She let him hold her arm for another moment, hoping he would let go, but his face only grew more distraught. His grip didn't relent. "Tenzin, you're safe here. You don't need me."
She used her other hand to pry his fingers off her vambrace. He laid back down and looked up at the ceiling, blinking a few times. "I'm sorry."
Lin frowned at him and scanned the healing bruises on his face. "You're upset. I get it." She sighed. "I won't stay in here, but I'll stay in the guest room tonight. Just call me if you need me."
"Thank you." Tenzin said quietly as he blinked back more tears.
"Hey." She stepped closer to him. "Pull yourself together. Pema and the kids will be back as soon as they can, alright?"
He closed his eyes and nodded.
"Get some rest." She left his room and closed the door. She walked to the island's communications room and informed the station that she would be late for her shift tomorrow morning.
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22 or 47 for ars x ortega or danny or both šš
Prompts from here
Wordcount: 511 + 432
Contents: For 22- post-retri innocent ending, so Spoilers Beware. Chargeflystep but nobody's had a coherent conversation. Some discussion of injury, specifically the CPR incident.
For 47- Sidestep days, pre-Psychopathor kiss incident so pre-Chargestep in general, Ars briefly panicking.
22. falling asleep on the otherās shoulder
You still havenāt actually talked about whatās going on here.
But, evidently, the whole broken legs and broken ribs and concussion thing is buying you a little time, because nobodyās pushed yet. You think Ortega might be afraid to, heās treating you like something fragile. Like you could break beneath his hands.
You suppose you have, a little. Ribs break in just shy of a third of CPR cases, and most of those probably donāt involve people with enhanced strength. Youād gotten a peek at your chart. He wouldnāt let you die. It bothers you less that itās him hauling you back, this time.
And Daniel hasnāt pushed either-- youād said something about your concussion, about the pain meds, to buy yourself a little time, and itād worked, for now. And apparently gained you movie picking rights.
Itās not-- you donāt want your old standby, right now, even though Ricardo offered. Quoting stupid superhero movies back and forth at each other feels wrong, with what youāre still hiding, so. Your backup. The movies you donāt usually subject Ortega to, because he makes fun of you and says you and Chen should compare recommendations.
Heās not making fun of you right now, so thereās that. Might feel more normal if he did, though.
Instead, youāre ensconced on his couch, watching documentaries, ottoman pulled up so your legs can rest on it. Ricardo had rearranged the furniture, Daniel had floated you from your chair to the couch. Change of scenery, or something. Taking care of you. It makes the tangleknot of emotions in your chest crawl a little further up, into your throat, writhe a little harder around itself.
Daniel on one side of you, Ricardo on the other, two blankets between the three of you. Danielās nodding off, slowly, mind drifting toā¦ late nights watching nature documentaries to lull himself to sleep, and it makes you smile, a little. His head lists sideways, curling into himself on the couch so heās closer to your height, for now. Gently connecting with your side, like a boat bumping into the docks. Except instead of rebounding, he sticks, cheek to your shoulder.
Tired. Trusting. The thing in your chest twists again.
When you look away, you catch Ricardo watching you. Thereās something-- soft, there, that you donāt know how to read. Canāt read, through the static of his mind. Your uncertainty must show on your face - youāve never been that good an actor and youāre worse here - because the softness around his eyes spreads to a smile, and he leans closer to press a kiss to the top of your head.
And then he wiggles his arm at you briefly, to draw your attention to it, and wraps it around the back of the couch so itās over your shoulder, shifting the dominoes of you and Daniel so youāre both leaning further over, you into Ricardoās chest and shoulder, and Daniel into you.
Itās unsettlingly difficult to force your attention back towards your documentary, after that. Too busy thinking about trust and duty of care.
47. touching their elbow to get their attention
Youāre standing on a roof, in costume, watching several people talking to each other in an alleyway-- youāre too far away to read their minds right now, so youāre thinking about if thereās a closer spot so you don't have to read their lips through a pair of binoculars.
The building closest to them is too exposed, and for the one on the other side, youāre not sure thereās a good pathway between where you are now and the spot next to the air conditioning unit that would make a good hiding spot.
Mapping out potential paths in your head is familiar, comforting-- you know how to do this. Youāre good at getting places unseen. One path takes you over that exposed roof-- no good, you donāt want them to know youāre there. Another is-- too far around, youāll miss too much of what theyāre saying that way. A third path--
Something touches your elbow.
You freeze, stock still, a useless impulse but running would draw eyes too many of them and now that youāre looking for it thereās a blur-fuzz of static behind you, touching your elbow and--
āBeautiful night, isnāt it?ā
Hand off your arm, now, and itās just-- Charge. Ortega. Right. Okay. You know that voice. You know that person, when he comes the rest of the way around your side, familiar in his blue-and-white skinsuit. āDonāt blow my cover,ā you say, grabbing for the acidic to get yourself back together.
āRight, right,ā and he makes a show of ducking behind the air conditioning unit on this roof, peeking around the side of it at the people in the alleyway. āWhat are we doing?ā
āWeāre not doing anything,ā you say, because you donāt need his help with this, not yet, youāre not to the point where someone needs to be arrested, and heās shit at sitting still during stakeouts anyway. āTheyāre talking about shipments. Iām trying to figure out what the shipments are of.ā
He nods, settling in to watch with you. Scanning the streets and alleys farther away so you donāt have to. Teamwork. Two sets of eyes is usually better than one.
You turn, deliberately, taking Ortega out of your line of sight as you return your focus to reading lips. Heās not a danger, not the way you keep assuming he is, you donāt think. So you can let him stay on the edges of your perception, sometimes, and trust that he wonāt do anything more than startle you.Ā
Itās nice, having people whoāll have your back, you think. Even if you havenāt exactly tested it yet.
#fhr#fallen hero#arsinoe#my writing#bookish.txt#chargeflystep#chargestep#thank u for the prompts!!#something something trust as a deliberate choice#also i SWEAR i had decided on the 'ars is genuinely invested in watching documentaries'#before i read the Couch Sleep portion of the danny date
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penguin and bat facts but cursed edition? š§š¦ i need some shitty hcs for my metadede vault š
*CRACKS KNUCKLES*
Buckle up guys, it's going to be a wild ride.
PENGUINS:
Penguins have knees, but they're high up in their body. They are also about 50% neck:
They shit like this:
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Because they are flightless and do not need hollow bones, being hit by a penguin flipper is surprisingly painful. They can barrage you with up to 8 slaps a second and will use their beak to hold you in place while they do it.
The instinct to parent is so strong in penguins that it was observed if emperor penguins find an orphaned chick, any adult without a chick will pursue them in an effort to claim them as their own, and the horde winds up just crushing the chick to death.
Nearly a third of all female humboldt penguins cheat on their mate, often with other females.
Female humboldt and adƩlie penguins will prostitute themselves to get paid in stones that they use for their own nests.
And (this is the best one) In 1911 a scientist by the name of George Murray Levick spent a year in Antarctica to study the breeding cycle of adƩlie penguins. What he observed was that the behavior of the "hooligan" penguins showed so much "sexual depravity" that he felt the need to write his findings in Greek code. When he presented his findings, it was deemed so obscene that the public should never see it, and it wasn't published until 100 years later. I won't go into detail here, but if you want to read about it you can.
BATS:
Their nipples are in their armpits:
The males have big š„
They can eat 50% of their body weight every day.
Vampire bats regurgitate blood directly into the mouths of other members of the colony.
Dense bat colonies in caves were responsible for both of the only two known cases where rabies was spread through airborne pathogens.
Bat guano can be used to make gunpowder. It is also very effective fertilizer.
Bat urine crystalizes very quickly upon contact with air, and when bats pee while hanging upside down it forms a stalagmite on the roof.
Some bats have huge babies. The free-tailed bat has babies that are 1/3 the size of the mother, which would be like a 120lb woman having a 40lb baby.
As part of a courtship ritual, some species of male bats will bite the female's neck to tell them they're ready to mate.
Bats lick each-other A LOT before mating. There's also this.
#cursed animal facts is straight up a hyperfocus of mine#anon had no idea what they were getting into#im so sorry lol#animal facts#penguins#bats#borbtalk
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Please tell us more about how your wife tricked you into dating her
So, setup, details all under cut, cuz it's a bit lengthy. Fun story though!
Tumblr circa 2015. Junior year of high school. I've convinced myself that dating is NOT for me, and that I should just wait until college to fuck around and find out. Just gone through a nasty little emotional breakup where in the near future, I'll wish that thar 2nd ever relationship was simply, entirely expunged from my life.
Paige, known as benedict-cutiebatch here, makes a post about being bored and wanting asks sent her way. Send your best pickup line. This was back when people sent eachother asks willy-nilly. I think, "Oh, sure, I've seen this person around, she seems alright. I'll send something funny and stupid, maybe make her laugh."
Send the "hot leg, hot hot leg" poem thing. She is so amused by it, she asks for my hand in marriage. Yaddayaddayadda, back and forth of just playing around pretend times. I have a lot of lighthearted fun. Cue the interaction ending, and us doing our separate things again. A week or so passes, and I've been specifically checking her blog. I don't do that with anybody else. This is a new habit I've picked up, because I loved the silly fake marriage tee hee haha joke.
Send an ask saying as such. She expresses similar sorta thing on her end. And we start talking again. Talking waaaayyy mooorree.
We talk fully through the night. No sleep. We talk fully through that next day. Eventually we exchange Skypes, because that's what everyone did in 2015. Flirting through the roof. Terribly blatant. Oml. But we're not dating, we're just. Completely all up in eachother. And I'm perfectly convinced that this girl probably just wants to enjoy the fun of somebody being bluntly into her, but not actually follow through further then that, and we'd just remain terribly forward friends with eachother, and that's how life goes sometimes.
Until I recieve an anon ask, that basically asks if me and her are dating and how c u t e we both seem to be, and I Assume that this is an unrelated third party, because, again. It was just waaay more common to recieve asks like that, back when I was a teenager. I respond to it all...
"L o l, naaahh.... b u t... It's not a Bad Idea.... š"
Anon sends another ask all... You should! You should try asking!
I think nothing of it, I take it as quite genuine advice that I do frankly agree with. And so. That's what my ass did. Asked Paige out in the most goofy, awkward way, after sending her screenshots of the anons, all "Haha, omgg, isn't this just sOoOoOo CrazyYyYy?? How Silly, hahaha.......... Unless.....?"
Fast forward like 2 years later into us being together, she's visiting me while I'm at college, we've Been seeing eachother, we've been having fun! So much fun!
She's sat on my lap while we're waiting on a ride back to my home, outside at a table and chairs; my ass fucking commuted. It's winter, and terribly cold in NY. I'm holding her close, and she starts saying something like... "Hey, you wanna hear something kinda fucked up...?"
I'm intrigued, of course, I'm like. Shoot, okay! I'm all ears.
Tells me that She was the one who sent those anons, and that she had a feeling I wouldn't Just Ask without being prompted. She, as she put it herself, lied to and tricked me. And she's clearly all broken up over it a bit, because she's sounding so hesitant as she tells me it.
I just sigh, hug her tighter, and I'm honest. Recalling best I can, I think it was something along the lines of...
"Thank goodness you did that, because you were totally right. I was too nervous otherwise, to just do that myself. And I would've kept on thinking you only wanted somebody to flirt with. I liked you too much. I didn't want to accidentally ruin anything between us."
Poor thing starts crying. So I just keep holding her, and telling her I love her, and that I'm r e a l l y not upset, after she says she was so worried that I would be, that I'd hate her, or think our relationship was built on a lie. I just see it as a perfectly reasonable thing to do, when someone too stuck in not doing the wrong thing, is too afraid to just ask for what she wants.
So yeah, basically, I got led into a relationship with a carrot and then a box slammed down around me, and I was completely chill with it the entire time. I truly was just having a blast.
#liveblogging#ask#timetodiverge#wifey#lmaooo i love retelling this story even though im certain my forgetful ass has probably left out a detail here or there#it's fiiiineee
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aaaaa 9, 18, 24, and 26!! š
ooh, interesting ones!
9: What was your Tav doing when they were taken by the mind flayers?
row was not taken because of any particular skill or social influence that would be at all helpful to the overarching scheme - they were supposed to be one of the grunts that was brought in for sheer numbers, so they were only taken because they were outside at the right time. (they were tuning their instrument on their roof one evening. wholly unremarkable. their plectrum and case are both damaged beyond usability by the time they get back because they were just left out to get rained on, and they have to improvise both from scratch while they're on the move)
18: What is your Tavās greatest fear?
hmm... probably loneliness. not the experience of being alone, but the state of being alone. nothing fucks them up worse than the idea of being ignored or not cared about, and their sense of self is so thoroughly tied up with how they're perceived that being alone just makes them feel empty. (they would probably not acknowledge this privately, and they would never fucking say it out loud. not in act 1, anyway.)
24: What first impression does your Tav give off to strangers?
the only honest answer is It Depends because oh boy, does it depend. it's entirely contextual - who is the stranger? are there other people around? what's the pretext of the meeting? how much of their heart is on their sleeve, and how quickly will row be able to clock it? row does their level best to seem interesting, useful, and/or likeable, depending on the target and circumstance, in ways that range from "friendly and helpful shop worker" to "full on manic pixie dream girl (gender neutral)". generally, in one way or another, their first impressions are very good. the second and third impressions are... often less so. (I actually have a rambly little piece somewhere looking at all the main companion's early impressions of them - none of them are wildly different from the others, since it's a lot harder to get specific in a group setting, but the tadpole helps row to not go too far with any of it and everyone ends up being attracted to different facets of the same mask. lae'zel, for example, respects their competence and is intrigued by their sharper-minded moments; gale likes that they're talkative and ask him as many questions as he asks them; shadowheart likes that they barely ask her any; astarion likes that they like him. most normal group situation of all time. their consistency through act 1 makes it that much more jarring when they stop masking - other people they've known have been warier of them for longer)
26: Does your Tav have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?
their citole! row is not generally a sentimental person, but it would hard to be argue that keeping their instrument is anything but, considering that they made it during their apprenticeship and have kept it since despite their craftsmanship improving greatly since. it's made of rosewood, painted with all manner of bright little designs, and is carefully and routinely touched up and kept in working order. making it marked the completion of their apprenticeship, and it took them through their first ill-fated attempt at adventuring and has been the only instrument that they've kept as their own since. I'll draw it sometime. (other than the instrument, all they have on them in the nautiloid is the clothes on their back and the contents of their pockets - that being half a biscuit, a handful of change, and an old comb.)
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happy Friday! :D For DADWC, how about #45 from the playlist prompts hehehe š
(I take prompts! See info here)
Thank you for the prompt!! #45 is Raise the Roof by Carbon Leaf, and I wrote ~1k of post-Awakening Adrel/Zevran, feat. Nathaniel for @dadrunkwriting. Light content warning for mentions of character death, but this is otherwise mostly fluffy and fun :)
What Nathaniel didnāt expect, making his way back to the Vigil from his errands in the town, was to walk in on a makeshift ball.
The first part was the music ā he didnāt know what Dworkin was blowing into exactly, nor how it was making quite that noise, or how heād found it in an estate that certainly hadnāt contained such a thing when he lived here. Hearing it was puzzling enough as he approached; more confusing still was actually entering the main hall and finding it almost completely transformed.
At the head of the room, where the Commander usually conducted their business, was a table laden with food. It was all things Nathaniel knew were in the storerooms, but a feast out of nowhere, with no holidays to celebrate (and no reason to celebrate them)? To say it was perplexing would be an understatement.
And then, of course, there was the dancing. The tables the Wardens usually used to eat at had all been pushed to the sides, making way for a score of dancers in the centre of the hall. Right in the middle of all of them was the Commander, whirling around with a figure Nathaniel didnāt recognise.
Their eyes locked across the room, and they tapped their dance partner on the shoulder. Without even missing a beat, he kept dancing, this time guiding them out of the crowd and towards the entrance, before the pair of them stopped moving in tandem. For someone who Nathaniel genuinely thought only had grace in combat, it was really rather impressive.
āNathaniel!ā they greeted. Their hand remained on the manās waist, and Nathaniel was starting to get a good idea as to who this might be. An elf just a hair shorter than Adrel, a knife strapped to each hip and ā most vitally ā a silver ring strung on a chain around his neck.
There was no one else this could be: the man was Zevran Arainai, the Commanderās āsecond thirdā, to use their own rather peculiar turn of phrase.
āIt looks like youāve started a party without me,ā he noted. Someone else had started playing the pipe instrument from before, and they werenāt half as good. It hadnāt stopped the dancing, though. āIs there an occasion?ā
āDoes there need to be one?ā Zevran asked, his smile turning more genial the moment Adrel nudged him. āAh, my apologies. I amāā
āZevran Arainai,ā Nathaniel said. āUnless Sister Leliana is completely unlike the woman Adrel described, anyway.ā
Zevran laughed. āAnd I would have known from tone alone that you are Warden Howe,ā he said. āIļæ½ļæ½ve heard of you, from the letters I received. Itās good to meet a Howe with his head on straight.ā
This was one of the men responsible for his fatherās death, and for a moment, Nathaniel considered raising a stink about the way he went about communicating that. But with everyone else just a short distance away, having fun like they wereā¦ he didnāt have the heart to ruin that. Adrel would get mad at him for asking people to pick sides, and then heād be right back at the start with building trust with everyone here again.
There was, of course, the possibility that Adrel had done this on purpose. Started a party or just any kind of distraction so Nathaniel couldnāt embarrass himself in front of their partner (āboyfriendā felt a little light for the way they spoke about him. Adrel certainly wasnāt married to him. Oh, to have better words for these things) ā or maybe so he had an excuse not to.
Or maybe it was just a party. Adrel wasnāt much of one for celebrations, but this was the most heād seen them smile since the moment the darkspawn siege broke. Clearly, Arainaiās being here was a cause for the levity they so often avoided.
āItās on straight enough to wonder what the actual cause for celebration is.ā This time, he fixed his gaze directly on Adrel, who had the decency to look a little sheepish.
āZevran came to surprise me,ā they confessed. āHeās making good on a promise I made a few months ago.ā
āOur dear Warden had the audacity to get injured when fighting an archdemon. Imagine!ā Zevran leaned over to drape his left arm over their shoulder, bringing the pair even closer. It was almost indecent. Almost; and Nathaniel could see plenty of alcohol on that table. There was time for it to get worse. āWe couldnāt celebrate as weād intended to. Iām collecting on the promise of a dance.ā
āYou were injured?ā
Adrel groaned. āYes, I was, and not a word, Zevran. Or Iāll tell Oghren youāre looking for a dance partner.ā
Zevran gasped, his right hand brought to his chest in a gesture of mock-offence. āMaybe I want to dance with Oghren, so our friend here gets the tale anyway; they broke several bones in their body and were terribly dramatic about the pain.ā
Nathaniel blinked, letting that sink in while Adrel exploited Zevranās closeness to shove him with their shoulder with what looked like all their (admittedly not considerable) weight. āI think thatā¦ sounds reasonable?ā
āAnd then they refused my dance!ā
āI couldnāt walk!ā They flicked his nose, and Nathaniel hadnāt felt so much like a third wheel since he was a boy, awkwardly following Delilah around at yet another dance. āBut I can now. And Iād like to get back to it, if you donāt mind, Nathaniel. Enjoy the party!ā
āRight.ā If he hadnāt felt quite so off balance, he would have insisted on an actual answer, rather than a series of deflections. Adrel wasnāt the most serious of commanders, but they werenāt one for spontaneity off the field. Their schedule was inflexible at the most lenient of times, and to justā¦ do this?
There had to be something else going on, something Adrel didnāt want to admit to and absolutely didnāt want anyone else in the group catching on to. They were a good actor, if the whole thing werenāt so out of character.
No, Nathaniel knew there was something up. But with Adrel taking the lead in the dance now, twirling Zevran round and round until they dipped him low to the floor, holding him as they both laughed almost as loud as the musicā¦
Nathaniel shook his head, smiling, and crossed the floor in search of a partner. If the Commander wanted to dance until the shadows interrupted, he was happy to join in.
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-Thereās Always Me-
OKAY YALL, no this aināt a chapter of āThereās Always Meā BUT! This is a little something full of information that I think is gon be useful (?)
First! The new thing Iāve started is called āThereās Always Meā inspired from a song of Elvisā
-Quick info-
So just to keep in mind, this is placed basically āKing Creoleā time, no cellphones, televisionās black and white, but the certain thing Iām taking from nowadays is the high ass prices. (Why am I noting this? Because itās a trigger, fr š)
So just a warning I guess, thereās some crime into this series overall such as shoplifting, stealing, police (idk just thought I should warn that, but nothing like brutality and all that. God no) children, (again, yāallā¦children are annoying, so itās gon be a warning for sure), some fighting, and thatās bout it for now. OH! And, just to keep in mind, these chapters wonāt be inspired much by Elvisā songs nor will I probably like tag lots of his songs, but more of what I grew up with that helped me out ā„ļø.
-Character and Setting-
Soooo, this part I think is gonna be very useful because likeā¦ahem, I just feel it. (I wonāt bother for Danny because we all understand why heās the way he is, and that heās misunderstood for the sweet person he is.)
šWhere we living? š
The reader, her 2 sisters, brother, and mother live in a small home with one bedroom, a living room thatās connected to a small kitchen, in a sketchy ass neighborhood that always got the police running around.
(Hereās a lil sketch to try and make sense of itš, if yāall need like ya know, furniture placement too, lmk) The dadās long gone, and left right after the youngest, Evan, was born. They live a few blocks away from their near-future home (the apartment complex where we shall meet Danny and āem) until they gotta leave their current place.
ā¢Y/Nā¢
Y/N: Y/N is the reader of course! Sheās the oldest of 4 siblings- Junbug, Tom, and Evan. Sheās basically the mother figure to them since their Mama is rarely home. Shes working at a diner as a waitress, and a parent at home.
-mature, caring, motherly, responsible and loving
ā¢Mamaā¢
I know Iām probably doing the most but I feel itās best to give an understanding to āMamaā.
Mama is a single mother of four kids, sheās working 2 jobs. One as a janitor at a local restaurant and a cashier at a gas station. Sheās doing her absolute best, she doesnāt want to have to work over time and hardly see her kids, but she has to, to manage a roof over their heads. Even through all the overtime and pass work hours, the bills arenāt always up to date and paid. From time to time, or more often now, thereās no hot water, the lights donāt turn on at times, or thereās even nothing on the table. It pains to see this and know that she canāt properly provide for her family, she doesnāt want her kids to suffer like this, so sheās open and continuously looking for better options in both work and home, and sheās more than thankful for Y/N and her help
-troubled, worried, doubter, but fierce and loving
ā¢Junbugā¢
Junbug, nicknamed for James, is the only boy, and second oldest after reader. Heās is 12 years old. Heās not as payed attention to, and heās a bit of a trouble maker. Gradeās are okay, but is messing and hanging around with the wrong kids, and under the wrong influence.
-Sweet, troubled, lost, and isnāt a quitter
ā¢Tomā¢
Tom, nicknamed for Tamera, is the third child, and second daughter! Tomās aged 9 years old, and is a good kid. Sheās got alright grades, helps out reader, and her Mama with Evan. Sheās a bit of a loner at school, and is a confused, curious one. Without having Pops there, sheās confused on whatās right and whatās wrong for certain subjectsa and lost for how sheās to be treated, and isnāt much of a talker either.
-Generous, confused, quiet, lonely
ā¢Evanā¢
Evan, short for Evangeline is the youngest of all children. Sheās aged 5 years old, and is also a curious one. Sheās loud, sweet, and a talkative one (sheās one of āem kids who would spill their familyās juice to a random stranger while playing at the park š.) Sheās nosy, sassy, and basically what every toddler coming of age would be!
-Sassy, cutie, sweet, and nosy
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hopefully thisāll help when the series come, and Iāll always include the link for this in all chapters for everyone and anyone confused or just curious!
ALSO! PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE, TELL ME IF YOUD LIKE TO BE TAGGED! IMMA DO A TAGLIST SO YA KNOW, LMKKK
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MTC (More To Come),
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š!! but also, šÆ?
šÆ Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?
Interestingly, not many people have made in depth guesses about major major plot points for APV! I am curious to hear people's theories though, if only to see if the foreshadowing I lay down it getting picked up...
Otherwise, on my P5 fic To Know Your Target, quite a few people correctly guessed major plot points, which I found really cool! I like it when people can sorta guess where the story is heading, bc it means I'm building it in a coherent kind of way. There's no better feeling for when you guess something will happen and it does!
š Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
Oh man I have so many!!! Okay, I have one wip that's like two thirds done... it's a oneshot (a big one rip) that's post LoR. It follows 621 hunting amongst the wreckage of the Xylem for Walter's AC, mostly because he's kinda lost on what to do with himself and also bc he wants to give it a funeral. Rusty, still horribly injured from his fall fromthe Xylem, hijacks an RLF MT and follows him there...
The fic's most about discussing 621 and Rusty's different approaches to grief and moving on and the like... and hilariously, as I was writing it, 621 ended up being a lot more emotionally intelligent than Rusty was...
Have a snippet :) as a treat!
He rounded a collapsed pile of masonry and shattered glass, some sort of towering roof structure that had caved in on the deck below. STALKER was standing in the near distance on the very edge of the deck, staring at the slowly approaching supercell.Ā
Carefully, Rusty piloted his MT to stand beside STALKER, and directed his visual sensors towards the incoming storm. His wipers were going a little crazy now, frantically whipping back and forth to try and outpace the heavy downpour. Beside him, STALKER moved fractionally, its half-rusted joints creaking loudly.Ā
ā...hey,ā Rusty murmured. āArenāt you tired, Raven?ā
STALKERās head angled towards him.Ā
Ā«Arenāt you tired, Rusty?Ā»
Rusty felt his mouth quirk into a smile. A response, even if it was a mocking (he assumed). Heād take it. āYeah. Iām pretty exhausted, to be honest.āĀ
Ā«ā¦then why are you here.Ā»
āLike I said, I came to get you. Youāve been out here for two days. Uncle was getting worried.ā
Raven took his time in replying and Rusty patiently waited, ignoring the various aches and pains lancing through his body like razor sharp glass. It was fine. So long as he didnāt bust the stitches from his spleen repair surgery, he should be okay.Ā
Ā«Iām fine.Ā»
āSure,ā Rusty said. āJust like Iām fine.ā
Ā«I wasnāt in a coma for two days after breaking half my bones.Ā»
no, you were just tortured for weeks on end instead, Rusty did not say with some effort. āYou still need to eat, right? Youāre augmented, but youāre still human.ā
Raven didnāt seem to have a ready response for that, so he just didnāt say anything.
ā...whatāre you even out here for anyways?ā Rusty asked, genuinely curious. The Xylem was a marvel of Institute tech, yeah, but most of it was completely ruined from its violent re-entry. Aside from getting blown up and ransacked by invading corporate and Liberation Front forces alike, the seawater filling up half the ship wouldāve eaten away at most of the technology by now.Ā
Ā«ā¦Iām looking for something.Ā»Ā
āWellā¦ if youāre looking so hard for it, I guess it must be importantā¦ā Rusty said slowly. āMaybe I can help?ā
Ā«Youāre injured and should be resting.Ā»
āYouāre injured too.ā Rustyās tone grew solemn. āI know what they do in those re-education camps, Raven.āĀ
Ā«ā¦Ā»
āYouāve been flat out since you escaped,ā Rusty said softly. āUncle said you only swung by for a day at our base before running off again. If you donāt stop to rest, your bodyās just going to give out on you. Itās a pointless way to go.āĀ
Ā«ā¦Ā»
āUnless thatās what you want?ā Rusty asked, and made sure his voice was dispassionately blunt when he added: āAre you just waiting to die?ā
The question lingered between them like an ominous shroud. The supercell moved close enough that its thick cloud wall blocked out the sun, dousing them in deep, dark shadow.Ā
Ā«ā¦no.Ā»
Raven paused, and STALKER kept shifting its weight back and forth, rusted joints screeching and groaning, the AC not built to spend so much time along the seashore, getting sprayed with saltwater and blasted with coastal gusts. It looked like a corpse just barely moving, skeletal, where chunks of its ablative armour had been stripped off from its own re-entry, and the inner hull torn from the tremendous forces it had been under (had never been designed to endure, but had endured anyways).Ā
There was even a gaping crack in the Core, a sliver where Rusty could peer past the protective armour and see a bit of the Core block that contained the pilotās cockpit. Red-tinged rainwater was collecting in that crack, pouring out of it like a miniature stream.
Ā«I donāt know what to do.Ā»
It was unexpectedly honest. Vulnerable. Completely out of nowhere.Ā
āWhat do you mean?āĀ Ā
Ā«Before everything went wrong in Institute City, Handler Walter told me what to do. I knew what to expect with each day. I knew what my objectives were. Now, I know nothing. Iām a mercenary with no money or clients, and I have no idea how to get those things myself. I got my life back, like Walter wanted, but thereās nothing in it.Ā»
STALKERās head bowed.Ā
Ā«ā¦I have nothing.Ā»
āThatās not true, Raven,ā Rusty said gently, taken aback by Ravenās raw honesty, and cursing the awkwardness of having this talk while they were in two separate mechs. Raven was as expressionless as they came, but he could still gauge his human face better than just staring at the side of STALKERās cracked Core.Ā
āAfter saving Rubicon, youāve definitely got the Liberation Front on your side,ā he continued. āAnd, for what itās worth, Iāve got your back too. I know you wonāt trust that, considering what happened before Institute City but, I mean it. I was-ā
He drew in a slow breath, before admitting quietly: āI was wrong about you. You werenāt a threat to be eliminated, and I acted too hastily in my judgement of you. Iām sorry.ā
Ā«Itās fine. You werenāt exactly wrong. I was a threat.Ā»
ā...? What do you-ā
A flash of scarlet lightning lit up the horizon, followed by a booming thunder that rattled Rustyās very bones and briefly deafened him. He couldnāt help but wince.Ā
Ā«Iām looking for Walter,Ā» Raven said in an unexpected non-sequitur, forcibly dropping the last topic. Ā«His corpse is on this ship somewhere.Ā»
#fanfic ramblings#honestly this wip is really interesting to write#bc i sorta started it without a real plan#and so it all developed organically#and with it i realised that 621 is actually fairly good at approaching things pragmatically#while rusty is more emotionally driven in others#621 finds it easier to move on#but rusty doesn't#and using the vehicle of looking for walter's body post LoR was an interesting way to explore their differences...#i need to finish it but it takes a lot of thinking to write...
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Any haru aus? š
You get my first ever au
Which was just canon but. Well. I'll expand
So, it starts two years before it all. Two lonely girls meet on the roof, and slowly grow closer. Makoto was gangly, awkward, desperate to do good, be seen as capable and smart. Haru was just starting to come into herself, still small, worried her family's reputation would alter how others see her. Both had recently lost a parent
They started as friends. They were in different classes, and saw each other at lunch and after school. By November of their first year, that changed. Hands touching, sitting so close, one afternoon on the roof, they kissed
It was kept a secret. They'd eat lunch on the stairs to the roof, holding hands under a textbook. Study sessions in the far corner of the library, heads close with the excuse of trying to be quiet. Neither really called it dating at the time, but they remember that first day, know it's their anniversary
Second year comes and goes. Haru's birthday was supposed to be a happy event for them, but that's when Okumura organizes the engagement. Haru cancels their plans last minute, and when a concerned Makoto finds her on the roof the next day, crying, telling her they don't have much time left together
It's, different. Their kisses feel melancholic, as their lives darken around them. Both have their only remaining family distort right before them, and the one thing they have to hold on is, going to be ripped away
Then, Akira Kurusu moves to Tokyo, and things change
During their third year, at the start, they rarely see each other. Makoto is too busy for their lunches on the stairs, and Haru has to spend her Sundays with Sugimura. They send messages to unlisted numbers, short apologies for not being free, "I Love You"s, and hollow promises to try to hang out
Makoto awakens her Persona. Her mind feels clearer, and, her heart too. She races to the roof the day after, and holds her girlfriend tight. Makoto frees up her lunches, and secretly promises to herself that she'll do everything she can with her new powers to free Haru, even if they don't end up together. She just wants her to be happy
She's got new friends. She, doesn't tell them about Haru. It's easier to pretend they don't know each other. Haru feels torn, though. Makoto's, changed, for the better even. She's more vibrant than ever, but, when they part, Haru feels her world darken that much more
They share a room in Hawaii. For the first time, they share a bed. When they reach their room, it's a different energy than any other time they've been together. Haru giggles as Makoto tugs at her Buchimaru PJs, the slow way they inch closer on the bed
Okay I'm going to jump ahead sorry
So. Okumura has died. Haru, all alone in a big empty apartment, answers her phone shakily. Makoto's checking in on her, and, impulsively tells her she can stay with her and Sae
And. Haru moves into her room for the remainder of the year. Sae is tense about it. She scolds Makoto in front of their guest, since she can't handle having to care for two teens, and
Makoto stands up for herself here. Says she'll cover it. Get a job if she has to, if she's that serious about it, but she already cooks and cleans and does laundry. Haru softly speaks up that she can offer Sae rent money too, and eventually she does give in
She's hardly home anyways
And. God, things are so tender there. Domestic as hell. Makoto teaches Haru to cook, they share chores, and go to sleep and wake up together every day. It's, something they didn't think they'd have, so it's like a dream
The slow way Haru bleeds into Makoto's room. There's plants by the window, the sheets are slightly nicer, two of everything
Sae sits them both down and apologizes after November 20. She apologizes to Haru, then politely asks if she and Makoto can talk further. Haru almost doesn't want to leave Makoto alone out there, having heard her girlfriend slowly open up about things. But she goes to *their* room, and waits
Makoto comes out during the talk. She doesn't mention the whole dating thing, she needs Haru to feel safe enough too, but. Yeah
Things get better.
Anyways. Makoto and Haru but. Theyre gay in Persona 5
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noah!! thank you for tagging me in wip weekend, I think this week I can actually finally rejoin the fun games!! š„°
ANYWAYS more importantly! how about some line of apsides for wip weekend? š
well, rest assured that when you do rejoin the fun games, i will be waiting in your ask box, eager for all the words i can get!! (so so so eager to read the new chapters of rounding third tonight too ššš)
but without further ado, here's a chunk of long-overdue line of apsides!!
Eddieās fingers flex, spreading in the sand, birthing miniature angels. He closes his eyes, breathing in the tang of salt and sea; the scent of a home left abandoned, all the furniture sealed inside; the scent of a time that only grows further away every second.
He holds it all in his lungs for a four-count, then he opens his eyes and turns them on Steve. āWhat do you do out there in the big Windy City?ā
āIām in real estate,ā Steve tells the wave that lands on the shore, too small to make a crash. āGot my license when I was twenty-two.ā
āHuh. Canāt say I expected that.ā Eddieās brows draw together. Nine years ago, Steve wouldāve been able to pinpoint that expression to a T. Now, he canāt even summon a guess before Eddie wipes it away. āYou must be raking and rolling in the dough, eh?ā
His elbow knocks into Steveās.
It sits like a bruise.
Steve shakes his head. āI make enough to keep a roof over my head and the lights on. I mean, Iām not selling historic brownstones and penthouses in the city. Iām finding first homes for newlyweds and families in Buffalo Grove and Naperville. Maybe Iāll get one or two in Schaumburg a year, but Iām not exactly on the luxury end of the spectrum.ā
āBeats working for your dad, though, right?ā
āNo doubt about that.ā Shoveling shit out of the sewer would beat working for his dad; itās not exactly a high or illustrious bar to cross. āBut itās definitely not as cool as being a rockstar or a pirate with no bedtime.ā
It feels dangerous, to draw that thread from the dusty web of their past. Tug too hard, draw too much and the whole damn thing will unravel in their hands.
āJesus, man.ā Eddie scoffs. A strand of his hair hooks on the breeze and strikes out, reaching for the waves. It flickers in front of his smile, a ribbon of cloud playing over the moon. āIf youāve still got a bedtime, thatās on you. Free yourself. You have nothing to lose but your chains.ā
āSome of us are responsible, Eddie.ā
wip weekend!
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