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#ultrakill#v1 ultrakill#ultrakill fanart#robophilia#hmmbodraws#suggestive#no fuckin clue if theres a wire enjoyer tag sorry#this was the first thing i made after i fixed up my pc#just a lil sketch. because im depraved. as a treat. ok#update i have been informed the tag im looking for is#wireplay#which i am pretty familiar with i just didn't expect it to be popular enough to be an actual tag here! hooray
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Chop Shop is strictly 18+ for language, themes, and potential explicit content.
🔗 - Game Intro | Bug Report | Ko-Fi
Episode Three is now available! (+ 86,000) - PLAY HERE
Get your first taste of the underground car scene.
Meet some other players in the game.
Be made an offer.
5 achievements up for grabs!
And more!
AN: thank you so much for the patience - i've been dying to put this update out. lots of new characters and lots of variation!! there are 3 major paths to choose between in this ep, i recommend trying them all out! and thank you to my betas for keeping me sane lmao
This update comes with a patch and UI refresh (Version 1.1.2) Notes are under the cut. If preferred, you can access them in game in the start menu.
STORY
EPISODE 01:
MC should now be able to smoke! Buying cigarettes at the shop was not triggering correctly. If playing with an old save, you DO NOT have to restart as code at the beginning of EP 03 has resolved the error. Player will need to restart if they wish to read smoking related scenes in previous episodes.
Updated MC Name selection. Player can now choose from a list of names instead of having to input one to proceed.
Player can now give Taha their chocolate bar if it's in their inventory.
When asking Maz about their scars, the second choice 'You want to ask about it but you're going to keep your mouth shut.' should now take you to the correct response.
Extended and updated 'End Game' scenes.
EPISODE 02:
If MC is faint after exiting the car, but also drunk, they should now get the fainting scene, followed by Dilani helping the MC in the bathroom.
UI + TECHNICAL
SETTINGS:
Autoname Save is now defaulted to ON. This is to add ease and flow to gameplay, especially for mobile, tablet, and app users, instead of calling for an inputted saved name. If player wants to input save names, toggle Autoname Saves to OFF.
Autoname Save previously only used the forename of the MC but now includes the surname as well.
Removed the Fullscreen toggle as it is only intended for desktop use. Player can still toggle fullscreen function via the UI bar on the desktop interface.
Added a choice indicator toggle. (This probably won't come into effect until EP 04 or 05)
Changed serif font from Vollkron to EB Garamond.
OTHER:
Changing the MC's pronouns via the Dashboard has been updated. Additionally, after confirmation will take player back to the Dashboard and not close the dialog boxes entirely.
Hovering over 'Personality', 'Motives', and 'Skills' titles in the Dashboard will now display an information box with a definition. Mobile and tablet users will need to tap on the title.
'Resume Game' now only appears on the main menu when there is an autosave in the saves log.
Choices styling changes.
General UI and button style changes.
Fixed errors with the text message styling.
Added styling for reading text off of a page in game.
Darkened blue in light theme 'Skyline' to reduce eye strain.
CREATE A SAVE
Introducing Create a Save! This feature allows players to quickly manufacture a save file and start at a later point in the game.
Set your identity, appearance, history, and statistics; including personality, motives, and skills. Continue to set key decisions made in previous episodes.
Randomise options available for creating a PC and key decisions.
OTHER
Fixed gaps and spacing issues.
Minor phrasing and sentence structure changes.
Grammar and typo fixes.
whew -- that's a lot of patch notes! apologies for so much that needed to be fixed.
this update shouldn't break/ mess with saves but as a disclaimer i will say, if you spot anything funky, broken, or you don't think things are triggering correctly, try starting a new save. the new create a save feature is incredibly code heavy, and it's been tested relentlessly, but i wouldn't be surprised if something crops up.
if starting a new save doesn't resolve your issue - please submit to bug report or just send me an ask/message.
some things have been meaning to get fixed for Some Time - thank you to everyone that is using the bug report form!
apologies if there are typos and/or bugs - this was a long one to edit and my lovely betas did an OUTSTANDING job reading so much for ep 3 - thank you so much again!!! this time i am going to give it a bit more time before i put together a patch so i can grab more error responses haha.
create a save has also added a wee chunk to the word count, somewhere around 6k, but i'm not including it in the episode 03 word count as it's purely code. so, if you think the total wc is off, that's why!
if you've read this far, happy reading and thank you so much for the continued support!! :) - becky <3
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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓
Pairing: yandere!Xianyun, yandere!Ga ming
TW: yandere, obession, self-aware
You've collected 60 wishes for this banner. Ever since you saw Ga Ming, and then Xianyun, you knew you needed them in your team! Especially when you saw their leaks!
89%... this game is really taking forever to uploud. You might as well go grab yourself a cup of coffee.
Inside the game, there was fight going on you didn't knew about!
─ "They'll be here soon!" - Ga ming panicked, going all around wishing screen
─ "I wouldn't count on that. They just went to get cup of coffee and still have 3 more procent." - While Xianyun kept her calm, not bothered by how fast the bar went
─ "It can pass in a second! I just bet my cutie will first wish for me and I will appear in their first 10 wishes!" - boy fixed his hair and brushed off the non existing dust from his shoulders
─ "As you wish. I'm taking their first wish." - woman said with her eyes closed and her face unbothered
You came back to your pc to find game already installed! You could only click "launch" and let the white screen blind you as you took a sip of your coffee.
Xianyun stood up, fixing her glasses and began walking to her banner space, stopping in front of brown-red haired boy first though...
─ "I wouldn't mess with Cloud Retainer on your place." - she kept her head high, so only her eyes looked down at the boy. her voice somehow menacing
─ "I'm willing to risk ANYTHING for them to see my fice as first thing after loading." - Ga ming on the other hand seemed to not get scared at all and instead kept his face courageful
While you finally entered the game. You claimed all the rewards possible before finally clicking on the wishing icon. Immidietly seeing Xianyun and Ga ming you smiled, getting any of your ritual objects ready.
Ga ming already had a big grin, so luckily he didn't had to hold back from that. What he needed to hold back from was blush that was risking being more and more visible. While Xianyun, having rather cold face, needed to keep herself back from cracking smallest smile or else you'd notice.
Seeing you had not 60 but 61 wishes, you decided to challange the fate and do one single wish first! Promising yourself oh so dearly outloud that you'll main and triple crown whoever comes first.
In that 2 seconds of making a wish, happened more than you could imagine. Ga ming runned like he never did, motivated to make his cuties day. Though Cloud Retainer seemed to not stand back and watch as she made sure to pass the boy. Surprisingly they arrived at your screen almost at the same time!
Well... almost...
On your screen appeared woman with long black-green hair and name "Xianyun" above 5 stars on left.
You let out small squeak and Xianyun couldn't help but crack a grin which she quickly turned into well known cold face to not raise suspicion.
You clicked the x button hoping to check out skills but you were surprisingly stopped... you saw image of boy with brown-red hair, name "Ga ming" above 4 stars on the left...
─ "Weird... I only made one wish..." - you thought to yourself, thinking it as of a simple bug. well at least you gained 2 wanted characters just like that!
After clicking x again, you returned to simple wish screen you knew. Leaving Xianyun and Ga ming enough time to talk again before you check any of their profiles.
─ "Do you realize what you just did?" - woman asked furrowing her eyebrows
─ "Oh don't tell me you wanted to see cutie's sad face when they wouldn't get me!" - boy asked furrowing his eyes in response, his tone slightly annoyed
─ "No, I'm saying that if they or anyone who discovers about this reports it to Hoyoverse, they'll fix this 'bug' in a second. You might loose your self-awarness and so may I."
─ "Oh it won't happen! They're gonna triple crown me after all~"
─ "They saw me first I'm afraid."
─ "Maybe. But they said they're gonna triple crown whoever end in their first pull! And that was me as well!"
Xianyun rolled her eyes, annoyed by boy's confidence. She looked at your happy face from the other side of the screen and smiled on her own.
─ "How cute you are, my dear~" - she thought seeing you clicking on "characters" button
─ "I can't wait untill you start to main ME~" - he thought seeing you hesitating who to check out first
Author note: I wanted to write something based on actual genshin bug or so but since these 2 are coming out, I decided to just do classic self-aware fic. Still thinking of what next to do sooo I'll figure it out later!
#genshin impact#gi#x reader#gi x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin#genshin x reader#xianyun#ga ming#xianyun x reader#ga ming x reader#yandere#genshin fanfic#genshin fic
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We must stop being surprised
The studio that made one of the best games ever is currently imploding. ZA/UM, the studio that made Disco Elysium, is laying off 25% of their staff, including the last remaining credited writer for the hit video game. It's rare for a game to move me as much as Disco Elysium did, it's even rarer for the main creative forces who made the game to thank Karl Marx at their acceptance speech at The Game Awards. It is a breathtakingly beautiful and gorgeous work of art that made me laugh, slip into depression, cry, and smile so big my entire face hurt. After struggling through so many overlong, pretentious, AAA slogs like The Last of Us and God of War sequels, I never wanted to leave doomed Revochol. And it seems that, once again, the reward for surprise success and bringing something unique and wonderful into the world is misery and ruin.
The point of this is not really to document the facts of this sordid business, the legal battles, the documentary made about the studio, the drama, etc. All of that matters, and I'm sure others will cover it, but what matters to me about this is how unsurprising it is. We must stop being surprised that this keeps happening. We can no longer be surprised when the next surprise work of genius made by passionate, idiosyncratic people is slowly and fatally smothered by the financial criminals. There's a basic incongruity between creatives and financiers that, in the best of times, seems like a mutually beneficial relationship. But please understand that these soulless piles of money are all scorpions that will inevitably dig its stinger into your frog back the first chance it gets. Netflix was always going to charge you more to watch ads. The line on the graph must only go one way, the system proposes infinity in a finite world and tasks CEOs, HR departments, and mangers to make the impossible possible.
What I find the most grating is the inevitable reply: "profit is the only reason that these things exist". I truly wish I could experience life through the brain stem of the person who believes this. It must be fascinating to be so dull. Even worse, there's a non-zero chance that the person saying this has downloaded--for free--a PC mod for one of their favorite unoptimized, unprofitable to patch, forgotten games that fixed most of the major bugs and issues. The money, hustle, profit, business obsessed mind cannot comprehend the joy and pleasure of creation for its own sake. Nor, I suspect, can it comprehend art, preservation, aesthetics, history, etc.
I wanted to end this with the Jonas Salk quote about patenting the sun, so I looked it up to make sure I wasn't misremembering it: " There is no patent. Could you patent the sun?" And, sure enough, as if the universe reached out its fist to burying it into my gut, I stumble upon a Slate article titled "Jonas Salk: Good at Virology, Bad at Economics". The human race survived thousands of years without Economics, consultants, and private equity firms. If only we could go without them again.
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Obedient Chapter 2
roman roy x fem! reader
Summary: After a week of getting the job you seemed to finally get a hold of Roman and his weird humor. You were finally proving yourself to him.
Warnings: Implied drug abuse, dark jokes, degradation
Word Count: 3.8k
Notes: Okay Chapter 2! I do want to warn that (not in this chapter) but later on there will be a reveal of a tragic backstory. Not that y/n is like Roman, but traumatized as well. Theres also going to be some kind of fluff in this one. I am trying to make this a slow burn, but it's so hard. ANYWAYS Soooooo I hope you enjooooy.
Chapter 2: Costa Azzurra Eau de Parfum
You left the office completely stunned. I guess that’s how everyone felt after first meeting Roman. Meeting him was definitely something no one could prep you for. But hey, I guess you finally have a job now. Before you could collect your thoughts, you saw Jess heading your way. “So? What happened? Oh my god, what’d he say?” She spoke quickly, expecting the worst from Roman. Every time she’s been around him wasn’t the best. He was arrogant, disgusting, selfish, rude, well Roman.
“I got the job.” You tried to collect your thoughts. You spent so much time prepping and getting ready for this. You thought at the very least this would be a bit more professional. You didn’t think you’d get berated for 3 minutes. You were at least expecting to even get asked your credentials. If you even made sense for the job. But I guess the Roy’s had enough money to keep everyone quiet and inline. They didn’t need to be too careful.
“You did?” She blinked quickly, looking at Roman then you. Roman spotted her stares and snickered and wiggled his fingers in a way to say hi.
All you could do is nod. “I did.” You finally broke out of your thoughts and started to laugh. You finally were going to see what it was like on the other side. No more struggling or worrying. You could finally pay off your student debt and other debt you’ve unfortunately had to be left with. “Uhh Roman said I needed to speak to you about getting all my stuff organized and all that.” Jess nodded before walking you through what the next steps were.
Before she could even start, Kendall needed her. “uh-Jess, I need you to help me out with a situation right now, Uh- “He started before looking down at you. “What happened? Aren’t you- wait did he just waste our time or-?” He began to question. He seemed stressed. Like he was in a panic for something. Gosh, what a wreck. He was practically sweating an entire fountain. He looked pale. You recognized what it was. Roman hinted at it. Rehab. But it didn’t seem like he quit a while ago. It looked like he really needed his fix. And soon.
“I’m just getting y/n organized, Roman said- “She started to explain before getting cut off by Kendall. I guess they just did that sort of thing. God, how pretentious.
“You don’t work for Roman, do you? No. Now uh-y/n just tell Roman to get someone else to do it. Uh- yea, anyways, I need you…” He quickly snapped before walking away with Jess. You barely made out what he was saying as he left you behind. You were on your own now. You decided to take a breather before having to endure what was Roman Roy once again. Once you composed yourself you turned around, fixed your suit before walking back to his office where he was slouching at his desk, staring at the screen. His head shot quickly up to you as soon as he heard the door, but relaxed once he saw it was you and ignored you for his screen again. “Did you lose your little buddy or something” he teased.
“Uh- no. Kendall told me to get you to help me out instead. Cause, and I quote, ‘she doesn’t work for Roman’” You tried to catch him up. Roman let out an amused sigh as he shook his head. “Wow my brother really does have a way with words. The PC king strikes back again with his stupid fucking union bullshit or whatever. Uh yeah okay, well I don’t know how to do that shit.” His eyes finally leaving his screen to look at you. But not really at you. He really made such intense eye contact. I guess you had to when your dad is the CEO and you might, which I really doubt Roman ever would, become CEO one day.
“Okay, so do I just- “You question pointing your thumbs to the door to go look for someone to do what Roman should be doing for you. “No no, uh just sit down, let me annoy Gerri. Fuck what’s the point of assistant it’s like having a hamster or something” He huffed in annoyance before spamming Gerri with messages to come to his office. He made every attempt to finally get her attention.
You watched an older blonde woman storm into his office, clearly not in a mood to be dealing with him and his issues, which she seems to have been doing for a bit. “What do you want now Roman?” She sighed.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you striped naked and y’know call me whatever name you have in your head right now” He implied before seeing her give up with him and nearly leaving. “wait-wait- okay sorry. Uh Kendall got me a new toy and I need her to fill some shit out. You know legal bullshit.”
You just couldn’t believe he could talk to her like that. Nonetheless she seemed like she wasn’t completely livid. She didn’t even tell him off. You looked up at her before standing up and putting your hand out. “Hi, y/n” You smiled.
Gerri gave you a smile that gave you the feeling of a disappointed parent, you’ve seen that look before. “Hi, just follow me and I’ll get you set up. Romans to incompetent to even find where half of his emails are.” She tried to rationalize with you before leading you out of his office. You just followed and sat down in a small conference room with her. “So, what do you do?” You asked before sitting down. She had her back turned to you as she was gathering all the paperwork from the filing cabinets. They had people coming in and out, so they had them ready. But Gerri was right, Roman was incompetent. “I’m the companies General Counsel, uh I basically just make sure they don’t ruin the company with legal stuff” She tried to explain. You nodded silently before taking the papers from her. You decided to read some of it over. You couldn’t believe what was in some of it.
For starters I had to be on the clock and at Roman’s disposal 24/7. I had to basically play as this grown man’s mother. The NDA was worse. Nothing that happened or was said could ever leave my mouth or fingers if I were to type it out. I couldn’t tell anything to anyone. Maybe that’s why Jess was so quiet on how Kendall was and what was actually going on. But regardless, you signed. Once you saw what your salary would be, you signed immediately. It was basically making a deal with the devil himself. You practically sold your soul. But who wouldn’t for that kind of money. Once you finished giving off your information, Gerri picked them up and left a hand on your shoulder. “Good luck dear, just one rule I have for you, just don’t pay any of them any mind.” She warned before leaving.
You watched as she walked off, her heels clacking out of the room and leaving you alone. You stood up before finally exiting the room yourself.
You got up before going back to Roman for the day before seeing him grabbing his things on his way to leave. “Where are you going?” You asked. You hadn’t even been here an hour and he was leaving. “An orgy.” He joked before leaving the office. “Give me your phone quickly.” You tried to protest before he snatched it out of your pocket from your suit jacket. “What’s the passcode?” You reached back before he moved it away from you. “Nuh-uh. I need to give you my number if you’re gonna get paid. I do it with all my paid hookers.”
“I’m not a hooker. Or a pet. So, stop comparing me to that.” You stood your ground finally. You weren’t use to keeping your mouth shut. You never really even kept quiet this long. “Yea sure you’re not. That’s what the last Guinee pig hooker I hired said.” He said before using your face to finally unlock your phone. You reached out again before having him smack your hand out of the way. “Ow!” You cried out, holding your wrist.
“Boo fucking hoo, cry me a river, snowflake.” He seemed to try to correct you. You watched him intensely as he seemed to be on your phone forever now. “Oh what, you scared I’m gonna find some sex tape on this? You know it isn’t really smart to keep that on here. With the cloud and whatever the fuck those perverts do. Me, on the other hand, don’t care. You can watch all you want.” He shot you a wink. You reeled back. He wasn’t a good flirt. If this is what he called flirting. It was disgusting. He was basically a walking PR nightmare packaged in a small insecure man’s body. He tossed your phone up in the air before you could even process what happened. You frantically jolted and tried to grab it, thankfully grabbing it before it had fallen on the floor. “Done, I texted myself. I’ll text you what I need after my crazy insane BDSM orgy.” He laughed before hitting the L button. The elevators shut and he was finally gone. I guess it was time to go home too. You decided today was enough. This had been completely overly stimulating for you. It was definitely an intense day. You went home and laid down on your bed. Before you could even cut your eyes, your phone began to buzz. You opened it to see a few texts from Roman. He put his name in your phone to ‘sexy new boss’. What a prick? You’ve never met someone who was so into himself.
‘helloooooooo’
‘it’s me, your new fuckable boss’.
‘you cant use that against me in court by the way.’
‘hellooooooo I said its me’
‘i’ll send a bomb to your house if you don’t respond to me’
‘okay fine. done. just sent one. now I need a new assistant’
‘ok ok im joking’
You read them as they came one after the other. Wow what a deranged little man. You swiped the messages open and finally replied to him.
‘What do you need?’ you sent.
‘ooo wow so profess. just checking to see if you quit’
‘im kidding again. just checking in on you’
You shook your head before replying to him again with a simple thank you and shutting your phone off again.
This is how it was for nearly a week. You would get ready for work as early as 7:30 am, just to be sent home early because Roman refused to even be there. And when he was, he was basically just making disgusting and deranged comments towards you or whoever the fuck was in the room. But that you can handle. Just an annoyance at this point. He did text you constantly. He seemed lonely. Like he didn’t even have anyone to really talk to. He spent most of his day or even night trying to get you to reply to him. He would send you text after text after text. He assumed because Kendall always texted Jess that was the reason, they were close enough for him to trust her. But he couldn’t break that barrier with you. He didn’t know what he could do to get you to even give him any kind of attention. You barely flinched at his jokes, at least you didn’t show it and you were social with everyone else. He didn’t understand his need for his attention from you. But he got some kind from everyone so easily. He wanted whatever he couldn’t have. The only kind of reaction you would give him was quiet. You barely even made fun of him back.
You headed to the office later than usual, realizing that you were mostly wasting your time just showing up at 9 am. You were gonna be waiting on Roman for at least 2 hours for him to even get here. He probably had been sleeping in til 12 pm sometimes. You don’t know how Logan hadn’t fired him already. Even if he was his own son. You walked into the building at 11, knowing this was the earliest Roman would even get here. You stepped out of the elevator to see Roman in his office. You walked in before knocking on the door to let him know you were here.
“You’re late.” He sang as he pulled away from his computer. He laughed to himself, looking up at you.
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be at the office yet.” You explained before setting down your latte that you got before work. You sat down and pulled out your tablet to review what was next for Roman to slack off on.
“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be here. Aren’t you a little slacker? Do I have to look back at your references and experience on that resume of yours?” He sat up, laying his hands on the desk. He was always so amused to annoy you.
“You never looked at my resume, remember? You thought it was a waste of our time.” You remined.
“Yea yea but what do I know? I’m just an attractive billionaire about to be crowned COO.” He shrugged. You didn’t know if he was insulting you and your education or if he was being genuine.
“Crowned? Do you think you’re getting a coronation or something?” You finally fired back at him. “That’s not how that works.”
“Yeah I don’t know what the shit is, but regardless, now that you said it, I want it.” He raised his chin up like a little schoolboy. He seemed so proud of his stupid joke. He always did. He really did think he was extremely hilarious. Even if no one laughed at his own jokes, he did. It was the only thing he ever really liked about himself. I mean, he partly hated it because it made people not like him that much, but he knew he didn’t have much to ever offer people. Laughing was the only thing he could do to keep people around him happy enough with him. Or else he’d be just another substance abuser like Kendall or a prick like Shiv or even worse, boring like Connor.
“Yea, let me get my measuring tape out for the dick measuring contest then.” You finally learned to play along. You didn’t want to argue and fight with yourself to keep quiet. You thought it only made your day more stressful. You expected something bad from Roman for talking like that, but you looked up to only see him actually laughing at your throw back. You hid a smile as you looked back down at your tablet. Even though you didn’t like to admit it too, your humor was also the only thing you liked about yourself. You didn’t like to be alone either. It was too much to be alone with all your own thoughts too. You also didn’t like the silence. You craved hearing people talking about other than your own issues or weird ticks. It was good to get the attention not on you all the time, unless you wanted it.
“It’s a good 9 inches, alright? I should know I put my dick up against almost every guy I’ve met.” He lied so easily. It was only cause he knew no one would actually believe him.
“Even your dads?” You tried to hit a nerve. This was starting to seem like some kind of fun to you. It was so easy to make fun of him back because he really didn’t care what people even said to him.
“Ew no you pervert. You wish though.” That was probably the first time he said it to someone else rather than being called that. Unless it was Moe or Karl. One of those weird fucks from the board. His dad was tied in with a lot of sketchy guys in all honesty. “Besides, I could whip it out if you’d like to see that badly.”
You shook your head, outing your hand up in protest. “Nope, I’m good. Don’t worry. Anyways you have to do your work.” You said before getting up to go over to him to show him what was due today. He wasn’t gonna do them, but you felt safe enough that Roman wouldn’t grope you. You leaned down to his level, him sitting up to reach up to you, showing him the tablet of the upcoming projects.
Your bodies were barely an inch away from each other that you could even smell the weird pervy cologne he had on. It was a weird kind of nice. You kind of liked it, but you couldn’t pinpoint what you liked about it. Maybe like when you can’t stop tasting or smelling something that smells kind of off just because of curiosity. Regardless, it smelt like Roman just went to a perfume shop and picked the most expensive and ridiculous looking bottle he could even find.
You felt his eyes on you as you spoke, but it wasn’t as uncomfortable as you imagined. “Pay attention.” You redirected him, but he didn’t stray his longing looks away. He tried to get a read on you. You were so unwilling to let him see you crack or even show any kind of frustration. Not that he wanted to, but everyone did at this point. Or at least people expressed so after meeting him for a bit. You continued on and on before stopping to look his way, finding your face almost against his. Your faces were so close to one another you bumped your nose against his. You pulled back a bit as you tried to readjust how you were standing by him. You finally realized Roman was a lot softer than you initially thought. He was an asshole, sure. But he was kind of endearing to you. Something made you drawn to him. Maybe it was the way he tried to get a laugh all the time or that you finally realized his eyes were brown. Or maybe that he wasn’t as harsh looking as you thought. He looked grosser when you first glanced at him, but up close you were finally taking in all of his features. His weird little quirks that made him look so strange actually made sense on his face. You even noticed he was kind of smiling at you. You turned back to the tablet and pushed his chin to face it as well. “Come on now. Do I need to play Bluey or Coco Melon for you?”
“I don’t know what the fuck that is, but if they’re names of porn stars, then yes.” He laid his arm on the desk, putting his hand up to his head to hold it, positioning to look right back at you.
“Doesn’t your brother have kids? Don’t they watch kid shows? Or are you not allowed within a 200 feet radius of children?” You were trying not to get frustrated with him on his tasks of the day. You spent everyday making these notes for him to never even do them. “You really think Kendall takes care of them? Fuck no. He’s too busy doing blow in some undergrown New York club to watch them. My dad really led by example.” Roman confessed something he shouldn’t have, but he was hoping you’d find it all a joke like all of his weird comments. You blinked to understand all the trauma that was dumped in front of you. “Wow. Okay.” Was the only words that could attempt to even leave your mouth. You tried to shake that brand new information off. “Ah yeah, Kendall is a fake snowflake wannabe. He acts like he’s read Karl Marx and that he even gives a fuck.”
Roman really tried to keep this impression of hating Kendall. Not that you understood what their relationship even was, but it was confusing to way the very least. They constantly seemed to be annoyed with one another, but you’ve seen other articles and pictures of them where they looked like your average billionaire happy family. You hated to say, but you really enjoyed the insider details of whatever fucked up dynamic this was. “Alright start your speech again, I wasn’t listening.” He seemed actually serious this time. You nodded and just went back to the top of your notes. Roman just wanted to move this topic as quick. He shared too much. He shouldn’t have, but who else could he talk shit about his brother with? Everyone he knew adored Ken except Shiv, but right now she was annoyed at him for whatever reason she came up with now. All because he insinuated that Shiv was with Tom only for comfort and not cause she actually loved him. But whatever, she was being a bitch.
He seemed to actually listen to you, was he actually going to do any of that? Fuck no, but it was an excuse to move the conversation. And just to hear you talk again. You really were smart. You actually did know what the fuck you were talking about and not just playing some kind of role. Maybe with the outfit and hair, but still, you seemed smart enough to know what you even said.
You spent the entire day with Roman before he started to get ready to leave early again. Which was your cue to also get ready to leave. “Oh uh- by the way, there’s a party tonight, I need you on the clock for that. I’ll send over some actually clothes to your place. Not anything from a fucking sweat shop. My driver will get you.” He said as quickly he could before walking off. You never had any time to react to Roman. He was way too fast for you to even fully comprehend anything that left his mouth. It was always so much.
But wow okay. A rich person party. This was new. Not an exciting new. More of an anxious new. Like going to a new school for the first time kind of new. If you looked any kind of wrong, you knew you’d be shunned or even made fun of in there. It didn’t take long for these people to start to laugh or mock people in this office, you could only imagine what it could be like at a party with billionaires like the Roy’s.
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Chapter 3
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Math masterpost!
So you want to learn math. Good. Math is amazing. I studied physics for two years and I miss it SO MUCH.
Learning math isn't just cool, but it's a great way to improve skills such as:
Resilience: sometimes you will get stuck for a while on a problem - this is absolutely normal for college-level problems. You won't start from here though;
Self confidence: mastering a subject known to be difficult is fun;
Problem solving: you will be less likely to just sit down and do nothing if something comes up in your life, you will be able to try to find a solution.
It will change your approach to failure as you will become more flexible in your thinking.
Unfortunately most people never learn how to properly study math. We all probably know how to study a book over humanities. We start by reading the material, then we take notes of the keypoints. But this method doesn't work with math, and math teachers often don't really know either.
For the basics I've made this post here. To sum it up:
Please don't start with "but i suck at it". Because then your brain will actually prevent you from learning (self-fulfilling prophecy, anyone?);
Realise that you need to master one topic before covering the next one or you won't be able to progress;
Really, the methods you use for things like literature or psychology or whatever won't work
Now I'm not a genius, I always was and I always be a terrible student. I have adhd, depression and chronic pain, all of which add a difficulty layer with learning.
I feel like most people fail because of the first point. I've seen this with people I've tutored IRL, people I try to fix their pc... Don't be the person that gives up before trying because no one likes that. Just don't. Remember that you are learning on your own and no one is going to grade your excercises. Now take that and make a poster out of iy.
Now, resources Where To Find The Stuff.
Khan Academy. I didn't follow this courses becuase well, university, physics, but everyone references them.
Professor Leonard
The Math Sorcerer
3b1b (curiosities in math)
Vsauce2 (fun)
numberphile (this for understanding math memes)
r/learnmath resources are great!
A great study method
Proofs? Proofs.
A 3 page document on learning math (but it's cool)
Terry Tao's famous post "there is more in mathematics about rigour and proofs"
Remember that, even if you don't like a specific youtuber, source or anything it has been a while since college and high school teachers started to upload their own material. Generally, looking for like "calculus pdf" will give you a lot of resources. Youtube is full of university courses of every kind and it's so good to access all of this knowledge for free.
I cannot recommend you anything regarding textbooks because I still have my high school one. Also yes, i've used the Rudin as a complementary textbook in university but that's a bit too much.
I really, really want to emphasize the mentality part. Leaning formula is useless if you feel like garbage because you weren't able to solve the first exercise you picked up after a decade not doing anything.
My personal and sparce advice:
Unless you have dyscalculia don't use the calculator. I know, I KNOW. But this "lazyness" will make everything 10 times more difficult.
Beware about overlearning. Basically, when you solve everything at the first attempt and you keep doing the same thing over and over because it feels good, but the truth is that you are wasting time. This is the time to move forward.
Try to differentiate between a knowledge error(did I actually study the subject?), a conceptual error (did I understand the material), or a mere calculation/distraction error (fo example a missing sign, writing the wrong thing etc)
Try to solve the problems in different ways if you can.
After a certain time, It will be useful to review things done in the past, (ref: spaced repetition method).
Write everything down. Reasonings, steps etc. It will be easier for you to review them.
This posts keep crashing so I have to call it quits now.
but:
have fun
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Trying my hand at something different based off of a silly text post I made about a 90s/00s chatfic au. Not 100% sure if I'll continue it yet, so please let me know what you think! 💜❤️
Eddie couldn’t lie to himself that his heart skipped a beat when he got the notification. When he saw who the notification was for. The familiar bloop noise and the little pop up at the corner of the screen.
KingSteve85 is Online
Finally. Steve had moved away for college almost two weeks ago now, and Eddie had barely heard from him. Logically he knows that he and Robin needed the time to drive up, and set up in their cramped little dorms, and do other fancy college orientation things. But he missed them. Now that he had them, people who weren’t scared of him, people who weren’t afraid to call him out on his shit, people who got it. They talked almost every day after… everything.
Eddie would log on to the shitty old computer he and Wayne had fixed up and wedged in the corner of the trailer, scroll the internet, listen to music — and chat with Steve. He was a good fucking guy. And funny. And hot. And now it felt weird not chatting to him every day. Not logging on after a shift at Thatcher Tyre to find the little green Online dot next to his username. Not logging on at 2am after a nightmare to find Steve also online.
But Steve’s at college now, and his PC is currently boxed up in Robin’s childhood bedroom. Didn’t trust his new roommate, he said. Or his parents, after he moved out.
Without hesitating, ignoring the flip of his stomach and beat of his heart — he sends Steve a message.
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: soooooo how was ur 1st wk of college? :D
Steve replies immediately.
KingSteve85: so crazy haha
KingSteve85: sorry i haven’t been online haha
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: lol allgud. i know ur a big college boy now
C0rr0d3d_3dd13: don’t have time 4 me anymor lol ;_;
Eddie cringes as soon as he says it, as soon as he hears the click of the enter key sending the message. Recoiling into a ball, hands over his face, curling up on the wheeled office chair, he lets himself spin as he watches the screen. Waits for the KingSteve85 is typing… message to pop up. God, Steve’s barely left and Eddie’s already a needy, self deprecating, mess.
Fuck his life. Crushes are stupid.
Because that’s what that is. He can admit that to himself now. Now that Steve’s left. He’s got a big, fat, gay crush on Steve Harrington. Him and all the other repressed queer kids at Hawkins High. What a cliché.
The computer pings with a new message, and his gaze is ripped towards the screen.
KingSteve85: never! there was just a lot of events and stuff this first week
KingSteve85: did not have time to go to the library and log on lol
KingSteve85: haven’t even called Dustin yet
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: ur messaging me b4 dusty? Ur gonna make a girl blush harrington
Hunched over on the office chair with the broken wheel, at the computer he helped fix, with the shoddy speakers him and Wayne haven’t gotten around to yet — Eddie felt special. Dustin was Steve’s brother, one of his best friends. And yet Steve chose to message him first.
He tries to humble himself, hold back the blush with the knowledge that if Robin went to a different college than Steve (which was highly unlikely), he would have messaged her first. But Robin isn’t at a different college. And Eddie got the message first.
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wot sort of events were there? music and drinking? Rotfl
KingSteve85: literally yes haha
KingSteve85: during the day there were like,,, tours and stalls advertising clubs and stuff
KingSteve85: but as soon as it was night it all popped off haha
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u go 2 any?
KingSteve85: some! not a lot haha. Robs wasn’t super excited and i didn’t want to leave her alone
It warmed his cynical heart, how much Steve cared for Robin. And how much she cared for him in return. They cared, and they love each other so much. Eddie thinks they’d still be close, even without all the debilitating trauma that glued them together. Robin had mentioned wanting to merge her and Steve into one being before, so they could always be close and balance each other out. Steve had immediately agreed.
Eddie had friends in the Corroded Coffin boys, but he wasn’t sure if they were at the ‘merge into one mega being’ stage of their friendship yet. Maybe Jeff. Jeff had gone off to college this year with Frank — to a different place than Steve and Robin — and Eddie had already received a postcard from him. It was nice to not be forgotten. A part of him wondered if he would be, when everyone went off to college.
But Jeff didn’t. Steve didn’t.
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wot a gentleman lol
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wots ur timetable lik now?
KingSteve85: fucking crazy dude
KingSteve85: got lectures & tutorials & work & been thinking about doing a sport again
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: which sport lol? u’ve got like… 3 to pick from
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: ALSO DAMN DUDE THATS BUSY
KingSteve85: i guess haha
KingSteve85: been thinking either basketball or swimming. maybe baseball lol
KingSteve85: which’ll add practices and meets and games and stuff haha
Before he left, Steve had quietly admitted that he wasn’t sure if he’d try out for a sport or not. During his senior year Billy Hargrove gave him a concussion so bad it benched him for months, and he’d spent ages trying to work back up to it again. So he could play without wanting to puke. And then he didn’t get into college when he applied to the fancy schools his dad made him apply for, and he missed out on any possible scholarships he would’ve gotten.
And he would’ve gotten them. Eddie’s not much of a sports guy, but he knows Steve was good. Great. One of the best.
Eddie quietly believed in Steve. He wouldn’t be himself unless he was exercising or playing a sport. You could see it in his face when he watched a game with Robin, when he played pick-up basketball with Lucas. It made him happy. So Eddie wanted Steve to try out. He was at the sappy stage where the thought of Steve being happy made his heart swell. He was happy he was happy.
(A part of Eddie just wondered if maybe Steve could be happy with him.)
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: do it!! i’ll cheer 4 u from here
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: but leave som time free lol or u’ll go mad
KingSteve85: enough free time i can chat w you? Haha
His hear clenches at the fact that it was Steve who bought it up. Their chatting. Maybe he thinks of it as often as Eddie does.
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: obvs???
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: if u 4get ab me im gonna cry dude
KingSteve85: of course i won’t haha
KingSteve85: gotta chat w you so you won’t go crazy back in Hawkins
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: and i’ll make sure u don’t go crazy over there with your full ass schedule
KingSteve85: its not that bad haha
KingSteve85: but thank u
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: i’d argue it *is* that bad
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: i hav a full time job and the thought of ur schedule makes me cry
Wayne had managed to get him a job at Thatcher Tyre, through a few mutual acquaintances and a favour he had yet to cash in. It made him feel like one of those rich shit kids who go to college on daddy’s money and get a job in his company without having to work for it. The type of kid Steve was.
But Eddie can’t be picky now, and he and Wayne need the money. He’s good at cars, doesn’t completely hate it, and it pays. So he bit his lip, and now he has a full time job with a schedule of his own.
It is not as busy as Steve’s. He knows if he asks Robin, hers will be the same. Filled with band practices and sports games. Birds of a feather.
KingSteve85: i’m used to it haha
KingSteve85: at least i’m only planning on one sport and not two lol
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u better stick to that harrington
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: or i’ll drive up there and kick ur ass until you take care of urself
There’s a pause. The KingSteve85 is typing… message flickered on the screen, loading whatever message Steve was typing.
It eventually came through.
KingSteve85: i promise. but maybe i should break that rule so you can come visit
c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u dont have 2 con me into visiting stevie. just say the word
Another pause.
KingSteve85: i will
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie fic#steddie au#chatfic#kinda#My Writing#momo.txt#kinda want to continue this just so i can include a scene where Wayne kicks Eddie off the computer so he can use the phone#dial up my old friend#unbeta'd haha i wrote this in one sitting#so if u see any mistakes no u dont <3#idk i had fun with the formatting and the chatspeak!
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I haven't seen WBN, so I can't comment on the comparison, but on the subject of Liliana, one of my favorite parts of last night was how Matt anwsered Fearne's question about how Liliana got involved with Ludinus. The whole scene with Liliana was stellar, but that answer made it so clear that is she is in a cult. The way Ludinus found her while she was unsure and looking for answers, mentored her, and showed her the "truth" about Predathos is a classic cult recruitment story. And her reasonings for staying in the cult after having recognizing some of its faults also rang true. She needs to "protect the children", the methods are wrong but the "truth" at the heart of their mission is right, the us vs. them mentality and fear of the exandrian authorities, etc. And I can see how that can make her sympathetic. She was taken in and conditioned by a charismatic, powerful leader. But Matt and the others have also made it clear, including in that scene, that she is complicit, and that the pcs at least recognize that her guilt does not absolve her. The members of the Manson Family who committed the Tate Murders may have been indoctrinated by Charles Manson, but they still killed 5 people in an incredibly grusome manner. The fact that they were following orders doesn't absolve them of their crime. And historically, cult leadership (which Liliana seems to be) who attempt to "fix" a cult either don't make any meanful change, or actually make it worse. I, at least, am very curious to see what will have happened in that regard when she next shows up. In short, people need to learn about nuance, and maybe sociology, and the Liliana scene was fantastic.
Hello anon. Are you spying on my Discord messages. This is not an accusation but I literally brought up the Manson Family there in discussion of how a lot of the WBN fandom in that like, people see wizards of the citadel (rightfully) as The War-Mongering Establishment, but forget that actually, there exist plenty of counterculture groups that also suck and just bc the US Government does horrible things doesn't mean the Manson Family doesn't. What if the Citadel AND a lot of Witches fucking sucked.*
To get back to Critical Role though, YEAH the Vanguard has been hitting every single aspect of a cult, and look. I get that the best way to get people irl out of a cult is to just be present for them when they decide to leave and not cut them off (the same is true for how to help people in abusive relationships) but also once they start murdering I feel that is no longer the move. The Liliana scene made me deeply uncomfortable and unsettled in the best way, namely, I knew they were talking to a cult member who is in too deep for them to get her out right now, and who has done terrible things to innocent people in service to that cult. Which brings me back to the first paragraph: a very true twist on "what if both sides of a conflict sucked" is "what if the victim of a system can still perpetuate the harm of a system onto others". (Also, if we want to throw Midst into the list of things where people have no-nuance no-sociology takes, and talk more about Steel? "what if someone with power within a system can still be a victim thereof."
Like, that is a really consistent set of issues in media analysis, actually. There's a lot of "this is the good side, and this is the bad side," and "this is a victim, and this is a perpetrator" and no understanding of "both sides are bad (or even complicated)" and "wow it's almost like the way systems and especially cults keep running is because everyone except the very top is to an extent a victim, but also everyone is a perpetrator." Very few people are unfettered evildoers doing it just for kicks. You can have sympathy for Liliana and also acknowledge that it's pretty valid for Orym to have no room for that sympathy. Traumatized and manipulated people can still be shitty people.
*I'm neutral-to-faint-positive on Suvi/Ame as a ship but actually "wow both our establishments really suck, how can we make something better together" is a great basis for a ship and "oh my god no witches are perfect and right and wizards are Bad and Wrong you're so correct about everything" is a dogshit basis for a ship which I think is worth highlighting given that we are in fandom spaces here although I may come to regret this when I'm sober.
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If you're on the fence about getting Scarlet and/or Violet, here's your sign not to. It fucking sucks shit, the quality is so low, it hurts to look at and Nintendo actually refunded my digital purchase.
Bugs aside, here's a list of things that really bothered me in order of the worst things, starting with number 1, what got me to return it
1. Frame rate. From pokemon to background characters, everything drops to 2 frames a second and it absolutely ruined it for me
2. Emptiness. The first real town was roomy and did a really good job of showing cut corners with the lack of anything substantial. Instead of a city full of people it felt like they made a city with everything in it as an after thought.
3. Shops. With very few exceptions, all the shops are walk into a door and a menu pops up, no inside.
4. Graphics. Everything is so low quality, especially compared to the PC. Low jpegs make up every sign, every copy paste texture, it's really bad
Other things that irritated me include but are not limited to: your mount (speed, appearance, really everything), vast majority of NPCs have bland designs, outfits!!!! You only get the choice of 4 and I hate them. My base hair clipped through the default hat.
Just a reminder to those who might not understand, this isn't laziness. This is rushed work and cut corners to maximize profit and pump these games out as fast as possible. I encourage everyone to return their game and hope Nintendo fixes it. Unlikely but not impossible.
Here's a link to the US Nintendo support contact. I started a chat, explained that the game was too full of bugs to enjoy and I wanted a refund, and I received one within 2 days. God damn
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Duel of The Fates (S.S)
Hi, it’s me, again. This contains super spoilers to Sebastian’s questline. Like, it is his questline, based off as little information as possible so i didn’t spoil the quest for myself for when my pc decides to let me play.
Not only does this contain spoilers, but this also contains, wait for it, Violence, Death, Blood, Angst, Broken Bones. Spells used in this are real spells, so you know its legit. Also, Star Wars reference, the title says it all. Also, reader has no gender, its never mentioned. I also didn’t specify if the reader and Sebastian were in an established relationship but you can view it that way if you want.
“Stupefy!” A ball of red left your wand as you cast out the spell. A pale, almost white, blue sphere surrounded Sebastian, your partner, as he cast Protego. You shouted the spell again, much faster this time and one after the other, in hopes of catching him off guard. Once again, the protective bubble encased Sebastian, who smirked as he readied himself for his own attack. “Aqua Eructo!” With that, a jet of water poured from his wand and headed straight towards you, giving you barely enough time to cast a cloak of protection around yourself. “Almost” You whispered, seeing a droplet drop from your nose. You didn’t have time to figure out if the droplet was from the spell, or if you had worked up a sweat in your fight. You waved your wand, shouting “Bombarda!” and sending a series of small explosions at Sebastian. Through the smoke you could see him on one knee, rubbing his eyes and grabbing for his wand. A quick flick of your wand, you cast Expelliarmus just as his fingers made contact, sending his wand off the dueling mat.
He looked up at you in annoyance, but a playful smirk on his lips. “I almost beat you that time,” He joked, getting to his feet, and searching for his wand. You shook your head in disagreement, summoning his wand into your own hand and waving it around playfully. “You say that every time I best you in a duel, I think it’s time to give up.” Sebastian scoffed as he walked up to you, eyeing you as he reached for his wand. “Ah, no.” You said, retracting your hand from him. “You didn’t think I’d let you have your wand back without you admitting defeat, did you?” Sebastian sighed as he held his hands up in surrender. “Ok, you got me. I surrender, you win.” You smirked and tossed his wand back to him, taking the time now to fix your robes.
On days when you didn’t have any exams or study nights, Sebastian would ask if you wanted to do some dueling. “To make sure we’re paying attention in class.” Was Sebastian’s reasoning. You agreed, and had met him in the club room at a specific time each time he asked, and each time you dueled, he lost. At first, Sebastian had claimed it was just so you would keep agreeing to duel with him, thinking that you would get cocky. But this was a weekly occurrence, a duel, a win, a lose. You didn’t know what went through his mind each time you bested him because he would always look up at you from the ground, a kind smile on his face. He had been asking to duel frequently, but it started to become an every-other-day thing.
“Why are we dueling so much?” You asked, leaving your thoughts, and looking over to Sebastian. Again, he smiled at you, shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t know. Maybe I just want to hang out with you?” He said as he tried to fix his hair. There was ash peppering his chocolate locks, curtesy of your use of Bombarda, a spell you read about that caused a set of little explosions depending on your intent. It was the first time you had used it since learning it. “There are much safer ways to hang out, and ways that you won’t get humiliated if you joined.” You joked. Sebastian shook his head. “Yeah, well, this is also a learning experience, right? Since when did you know that spell.” He pointed out the ash that he was swatting away. You smiled as you played with your wand. “Read it in a book about two days ago.” Sebastian shook his head in disbelief. “Two days ago? What book was it?” You shook your head, using your wand to pretend to seal your lips. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” “Oh, I’ll find out all right.”
The duels continued on through the weeks. You were getting stronger and were learning more spells to use. Although defensive spells were always something you were taught in class, you and Sebastian felt that it would be better to know more offensive types. Sebastian wanted to get a battle done quickly and felt that if you wanted something done, you do it yourself and you do it right. It was part of his mentality. While you agreed with him, you knew there was deeper meaning, one that Sebastian had been quietly dealing with by himself. He had told you about his sister and how she needed help, and how he felt that he was the only one willing to do something about it. You figured that this was the reasoning behind all the duels, noting how they were mainly supposed to benefit Sebastian, and yet you had always come out on top.
You sat in your bed one night pondering this, thinking about important details you had noticed throughout your duels. If Sebastian was dueling to make himself stronger to help his sister, who was he planning on fighting? You thought about how he chose you as his partner, and how he always seemed so confident each time you stood before each other, wands ready. Were you really a good partner to duel with? You noticed that you hadn’t been giving him enough moments to throw an offensive attack and how you had left him in defense, constantly using the same spells to ward off your attack. That was the other thing, the spells. His spells were getting stronger, of course, but they seemed different from your own. When you would cast Stupefy, a red light would leave your wand, but when you watched as Sebastian cast the same spell, it wasn’t as red as your own. It looked as if it had a hint of green to it. You brushed it off, however, and laid down to sleep.
“We should duel tonight.” Sebastian said, running up to you and pressing his shoulder into your own. You sighed, slightly annoyed. “Sebastian. You said that yesterday.” He nodded. “And, the day before that. And the day before that. It’s Thursday, you understand where I’m going, surely?” You looked over at Sebastian, who bit his lip as he thought back to just how many times that week he had asked you to duel with him. “Well, uh? Practice makes perfect?” You sighed, fixing the strap to your bag. “I don’t think so. I’m surprised I lasted this long after that one adventure we had.” You stated, shuddering as you remembered the night. You had volunteered yourself, taking one for the team, and allowing Sebastian to use Crucio on you. It was agonizing to go through, it was a torture curse, after all. But you didn’t have the heart to put Sebastian through the pain, so you told him to cast it on you. It left you sore for days.
“Oh, I didn’t know you would still be in pain from it. I’m really sorry.” Sebastian said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You shook your head and sighed, “It’s fine. Just, maybe no dueling for a bit?” Sebastian dropped his head, he knew that he should give you a break, but he needed the practice, and who else would beat him and help him grow stronger. “Fine, maybe next week?” He asked, linking his arm with your own as you headed to your next class. “Sure.”
“Everte Statum!” A pale green flash flew towards you, pushing you back. You struggled against the force and found yourself at the edge of the designated ring. With a huff, you trotted back to your spot, shouting, “Flipendo!” You used your own wand to push Sebastian back, allowing yourself a moment to regain control. Sebastian didn’t go far and when he had stopped moving, he shouted another spell at you. “Flipendo Duo!” You scoffed as you cast a barrier, noting how Sebastian had decided to use the same spell, just to a different degree. “That’s the same thing!” You shouted as you dispelled your shield. Sebastian only shrugged in response, readying his wand for yet another attack. “Glacius!” He shouted, sending a wave of blue ice in your direction. You thought quickly, casting Firestorm around yourself, melting the ice before it reached you. You heard Sebastian curse to himself as he watched you cast a second spell immediately after. “Incarcerous!” Threads of rope left your wand and hurried towards Sebastian, who quickly cast Incendio.
The duel went on for longer than usual, and Sebastian never let up on his attacks. You could feel the anger through the spells as they got stronger and blurred into a dull green. You were left casting shielding charms to protect yourself against his onslaught, telling yourself that it was just a friendly duel. “It is a friendly duel, right?” You asked yourself, protecting yourself from the scorching spell Sebastian had just sent your way. You didn’t even have time to catch your breath. “Silencio!” You shouted, hoping to end the duel. Sebastian hesitated and dodged within a second before it whizzed by his face. “Dammit.” You cursed, casting up another protective spell. “Sternius!” Sebastian cast a sneezing spell your way, and for a moment you thought of surrender, thinking that being taken out by a sneezing jinx would be a good way to end it. But you protected yourself again at the last moment, thinking about how stupid a surrender from that would look.
More spells raced against each other, bouncing off shields and walls. It felt almost like a fireworks show, the clashes of colour hitting things and creating sparks. Sebastian seemed to be memorized by the show the two of you were making, seemingly sending more spells your way just to see the clash and spark. You had become worried, more green presenting itself each time he launched a spell. Surely that can’t be normal. Your body begged you to stop, fatigue slowing you down. You had no idea how Sebastian had the energy to keep going; it was scary, scarier than the Goblin that confronted you in the bank. “Ventus!” You shouted wearily. You slouched a bit as you sent the spell off, only for it to be deflected by Sebastian, who seemed to stare you down. He looked at you like a snake looked at a field mouse; prey. With a wave of his wand, Sebastian sent Alarte Ascendare, sending you flying into the air and towards the wall, knocking your wand from your hand in the process.
As your back contacted the wall, the world around you went dark. You felt your body smack the wall and drop to the floor, but you were unable to move. It felt as if all the oxygen had been dispelled from your lungs, and in your paralyzed and blind state, you tried to gasp for air. Sebastian watched for a moment, knowing that he had finally won. His chest swelled with pride as his thoughts sung out victory, adrenaline making him feel like he could do anything. He felt that he was able to help his sister, finally. It was only after the adrenaline quickly faded that he realized that you had not tried to get a final spell in, or even get up for that matter. He watched for a moment to see if you were even breathing, the adrenaline replaced with anxiety. “Wait- come on I know I didn’t hit you that hard.” He spoke as he slowly walked to you. You hadn’t responded. “Come on, if this is an attempt to catch me off guard and hex me, it won’t work.” He continued to speak, seemingly to himself. You could hear him, of course. You tried to move your body, a finger even. Nothing happened. Sebastian looked around, finding your wand cast to the side, too far away for you to reach and grab if you did want to hex him while he was off guard. “Hey! This isn’t funny anymore! Just say you surrender and get up!” He made it to your side, giving you a light shove. Still, you didn’t say anything. Sebastian looked closer at your face, looking to see if a twitch would tell him, you were faking it. But all he saw was a blank face, and red fluid coming from your nose and from under your head. “No- it was a simple spell! How did this happen?” He asked franticly, moving you onto your back to get a better look. You had a gash on your temple that led into your hair, most likely from hitting the ground. You felt your chest burn in pain, the burn of a broken rib or two stabbed into your lungs, which could be one of the reasons you were unable to breathe. Sebastian checked you over to see what damage he must have caused, finding the back of your head soaked in blood and your breathing ragged and sharp. He tried to listen for your heart as well, the faint rhythm was broken and irregular. He reached for his wand and racked his brain for a spell to fix the mess he made. “it’s fine, I’ll help you, I’ll save you.” Was all he could mumble as he moved hair from your face and tapped impatiently to clear his head, hoping that a healing charm would appear in the fog.
You lay there, rigid, unable to say anything to him. His mumbling had become incoherent as he spoke apologies and ways that he would make it up to you. You couldn’t tell him that it was ok, or what you thought was wrong. You couldn’t tell him that you weren’t asleep or knocked out. You tried to move your finger, desperate to get a signal out. You didn’t even know if you were moving your finger, all sensation was gone. It got harder to breathe as your mind raced. Were you paralyzed? What if Sebastian could find a spell to help you, and had to find a way to get you to the nurse? He would be punished for it, surely. Maybe even expelled if they found out he knew and used an unforgivable curse.
“I got it!” Sebastian shouted, raising his wand. “Brackium Emendo!” He shouted hurriedly as he points the wand at your chest. You felt the burn in your chest subside, as if the broken ribs were healing themselves. You tried to move once more, it felt like your finger may have twitched, but you were still unable to move. “Episkey!” He shouted again, watching as your nose and head began to clear up, your temple magically fixing itself. Even with two healing spells, you couldn’t move. Anxiety built up inside you, and although you were able to breathe normally, you felt as if you had lost the ability to. Sebastian saw your chest begin to rise and fall at an unnaturally quickened pace, and realized that you were, in fact, conscious, but panicked. “It’s ok, you’ll be fine. I might know a spell to fix this fully.” He whispered to you, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. “What was it called? It started with a r... rep… reph? Wait! Reparifors!” Sebastian had read in a book somewhere about the spell curing ailments like paralysis, and by the way you had been freaking out yet not moving, he thought that perhaps this spell would fix everything.
You felt the darkness disperse as light shown through your eyelids, and you slowly opened them. You winced at the bright light from the torches, your head immediately splitting in pain. Groaning, you brought a hand up, wiggling your fingers. A sigh of relief left you when you felt that you were able to move your body, slowly lifting yourself into a sat-up position. “Oh my, it worked!” Sebastian said, a deep sigh leaving him as he released the breath that he was holding. You hummed in response, rubbing your eyes. Sebastian quickly enveloped you in a hug, and you could feel his body tremble. “I don’t know what happened. I thought the spell was supposed to lift you slightly, like Wingardium did. I’m so sorry.” He mumbled into your shoulder. His grip around you tightened as he shook more, and you felt that he was crying. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him as well, hugging him. You didn’t speak; you didn’t know if you could. “I thought I killed you.” He whispered, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You thought you were dying too, thinking that you were in the final stages of death; hearing. You sighed and tried to rub his back, “But you didn’t. You just got caught up in the duel.” You whispered, but your mind said otherwise. His face as he shot spell after spell was one of contempt and readiness. He was enjoying the duel too much, and he didn’t even realize that he had used a strong spell, or that he was even using spells that would majorly injure you if you didn’t shield yourself. You kept the thought to yourself, however, and kept him in your embrace.
A flash of green light whizzed passed you, its name faint in the air. “Avada Kedevra!” You watched in horror as the body of Solomon Sallow dropped to the ground, lifeless. You were unable to move, like you had been glued to the ground. Sebastian stood, wand still raised, breathing heavily. He didn’t even look like he regretted it. You opened your mouth, unable to comprehend what you had witnessed. “He was in the way.” Sebastian breathed. “He was going to stop us, stop me, from helping Anne.” You shook your head, “But to kill him?” You were able to whisper. Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “He was going to turn us in! He knew that I was doing all this for Anne, and he was going to make sure I would never find a way!” His eyes were dark, consumed by the usage of the Dark Arts. You took a step back, readying yourself in case Sebastian saw you as a threat as well. “But” you breathed, “Your own uncle. He took care of you, both of you! He only wanted what was be-““He wanted us to be put away! He thought we were dangerous! He wanted us to fail!” Sebastian cut you off, waving his arm around and pacing. “I did this for Anne, and for us.” “Helping doesn’t mean killing!” Sebastian looked at you, scowling. You held your wand tightly and prepared yourself, a sliver of hope still in your mind that he wouldn’t attack you. “It did here.” And with that, Sebastian left you, alone with the body of Solomon. You watched him leave, knowing that just because he turned his back, he was still defensive and would see any movement you made as a threat to himself.
When he left the room, you walked over to the fallen Sallow. His face was pale, and his eyes stared into your own. They were lifeless. His chest never moved, he never breathed. You knew he was dead. The Killing Curse never failed. You choked a sob as you dropped to the ground, unsure what to do next. You sobbed quietly as your thoughts swarmed, going through every detail that you saw, your mind forming the image of Solomon’s face, etching it permanently into your brain. Something had to be done, Sebastian was unstable, and you didn’t know what he would do next. But you didn’t want to turn him in, that would be the biggest betrayal of all to him. And if they took him away, you would be left without your partner, Anne would be without a brother, and Ominis, a friend. But if you let him go? What would happen then? Would he go on, killing those that he saw as “in the way”?
There was no way you could make this choice, you couldn’t decide Sebastian’s fate, could you? You were the only witness to Solomon Sallow’s death. No one would know it was Sebastian. But would Sebastian be fine in the school, tainted by the Dark Arts? It was up to you, you had no choice.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow imagine#hogwarts legacy#Hogwarts legacy imagine#ominis gaunt#anne sallow#Solomon Sallow#angst#angst no comfort
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Idk if you’ll answer this; but why do you think Eden doesn’t just replace PC? Like especially a PC who leaves for longer than he gave them permission or escapes a lot…kinda hoping for fluff? Like he fell in love or whatever, expecting that he’s just lazy lol
Ngl, to me, its a combination of things, but largely, Eden's relationship with PC is in two phases. And through these two phases, I think the question of why Eden doesnt replace the PC can be solved in two more questions:
Why don't people just get a new dog after the last one runs away?
Why don't people remarry immediately after loosing a spouse?
At first, you're chained and collared. You're his pick of a pet, fucked when he pleases, dragged around after him and made to look and sit pretty.
Then, there's trust, and you become a housespouse. Cooking breakfast, making soaps, fixing up the cabin.
Eden's affection for PC is very real, and it's not like Avery, who will just get another orphan to pay.
You're the one he first picked out. You never forget your first pet and if that pet is still out there and can be gotten back, then by god, he's getting his pet back.
Eden is definitely not lazy. Look at him, mans hunts, chops wood, skins his prey, carries you to and forth. My guy is BUSY for all of the day and later on, he gets to designate from tasks to you.
He's basically one of those kids who see a puppy in a petshop and have mentally already claimed it in their head. But their mom eventually takes his hand and leads him home, even if they throw a tantrum over having to leave behind the puppy.
But now he's a grown man, and he gets to reach in and take the puppy whenever he wants.
You go from pet, to spouse, and he's not just going to let the one HE picked get away.
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Chapter Five
A/N: The elusive chapter 5 that everyone has been asking for is here! I hope you all enjoy it! It'll be Thanksgiving and Christmas in the next few chapters so be prepared! Comment, reblog, share! Updates depend on engagement! 💛
Warnings: Cursing, "affection"; excuse typos; MINORS DNI
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Chapter 4
Issues at the Performance Center kept all talent out of the center for the day, giving Zilla more free time than he anticipated.He made plans with his new found friend, Bronco, to get lunch and hang out for a few hours. Before that, the two of them stopped by the hospital.
The first face they saw was Toni, who was squinting at them with the tablet in her hand. She chuckled softly with a hand on her hip.
“Why you lookin’ at me like that, Toni?” Zilla asked with a smirk.
“Cause you and your friend here look like trouble for my ED.” She responded jokingly. “What can I help you two with? And if it’s Moriah the answer is no.”
Zilla flashed her a quick smirk then motioned to Bronco. “This my boy, Bronco. Bronco, this my friend, Toni”
Laughing, Bronco threw his hand up speaking, “What’s goin on, Ms. Toni?”
“Toni is fine, I am not an old lady. But nice to meet you, Bronco,” she looked between the two of them, “Bronco and Zilla … those names sound like trouble. I’m still waiting to hear what the two of you need.”
They laughed softly. Zilla went to respond then he saw Moriah going into a room.
“What room is that?” he asked, nodding towards it.
Toni turned momentarily then shook her head. “That’s the break room and where we keep our things, Zilla.”
“Mmm, I’ll be back then. Bronco, keep our friend company. Make sure nobody interrupts our ED.” Zilla flashed another smirk before heading towards the room.
“Our? Boy, this is my ED and that room is for employees only,” she called out after him.
Getting into the room, he snuck up behind his girlfriend putting his hands over her eyes. She jumped then relaxed.
“Toni is gonna kick your ass, Isayah.”
He laughed, taking his hands down then turned her around, placing a kiss on her lips. “Naaah, she know I’m in here. This our ED now.”
“Yeah okay,” she laughed, “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the PC, sir. Please tell me you didn’t cuss those people out.”
“No, Fat,” he laughed. “There was some kinda leak or some shit so we had to go. Me and Bronco was gon kick it but first I had to come see my Fat in these scrubs. Damn,” he emphasized his point by smacking her ass roughly making her squeal.
“You and your heavy ass hands have seen me and felt me up enough, time to go hang out with your friend.”
“Never enough. I need you to check something out for me though before I go. It’s been bothering me.”
She frowned a little, staring up at him. “What’s wrong? Is it your finger you jammed?”
“Nah, not my finger.”
“Then what, baby? I’m free, I can look at it now if it can’t wait until tonight.”
Zilla pulled her body closer to his so she could feel his erection poking her.
“Zay, no,” she giggled softly. “I’m working.”
“I’ll be quick.”
She sucked her teeth, making him laugh. “You and I both know that’s a lie. It’s never quick.”
“I can try,” he laughed, “Lemme try.”
Leaning down, he kissed her lips then moved to her neck as he walked her backwards into a wall. She moaned softly, losing the fight with him and herself. With ease, he pushed his hand past her waistband to massage her through her panties.
“Zay,” she moaned softly, “Come on, baby.”
“I got you, I got you.”
Just as he pushed her panties to the side, Toni swung the door open with Bronco behind her laughing.
“This is why you’re gonna be banned from my ED. Out, out, out.”
The couple laughed as they disentangled. Zilla fixed her pants back, kissed her then stepped away.
“Don’t do me like that, Toni. Ain’t she a nurse, I needed a check up,” he joked.
Bronco and Moriah laughed as Toni attempted and failed to not laugh. She pointed out the door.
“Check up my ass, get out. I’m sure she makes house calls,” she laughed, “Now get out, you’ll see her after work.”
“You are so embarrassing, can’t take you nowhere.” She joked, following him out of the room. “Oh, babe, is this your friend?”
Zilla nodded, dodging Toni’s swat. “Yeah, this my boy, Bronco. I was gonna introduce y'all after my check up but somebody was bein rude.”
“Keep talking and you’ll be banned from the whole hospital.”
“Naah, you know you like when I interrupt our ED.” He joked going to hug the charge nurse. “But Bronco, this my lady, Fat. Fat, this Bronco.”
Bronco extended his hand to her still laughing. ‘“Nice to meet you, Fat.”
“Moriah or Rye is fine,” she said shaking his hand, “Your friend doesn’t like when other people call me Fat. I’m so glad to meet you, I’m so proud of him for making a friend.”
Zilla sucked his teeth, “See, you could’ve left that off. Don’t start.”
“Oh dang, I don’t have my phone to take a picture. Bronco, please take a picture of y'all. Mama has got to see this.”
Bronco laughed agreeing to her request, only for Zilla to push him towards the exit. They both threw goodbyes over their shoulders as they left. Moriah turned to Toni with a smile on her face.
“You could’ve waited ten minutes, hater.”
“I would have but I’m so tired of them constantly calling you.”
“Should’ve told them I was with a patient,” Moroah joked adjusting her top, “Who was calling me?”
“Um pediatrics, just go there,” Toni rushed out as a patient was wheeled in by EMS, “Go on, it sounded important.”
Getting up to pediatrics, Moriah went to the nurse's station and waited patiently for one of the nurses to get free. Meanwhile Thomas spotted her just as he was leaving a patient's room, after checking his breath he approached her.
"Ms. DeBreaux, long time no see." He greeted her joyfully.
The sound of his voice made her groan inwardly. When she turned around, she made no effort to hide her frown.
"And it'll be even longer if I have anything to do with it."
"Oh come on, it's been a few years. If I can forgive you then I'm sure you can forgive me. Don't you think so, Mo?"
Mo.
She hated being called that from the moment it tumbled out of his mouth while they were dating. No matter how much she told him so, he was always bent on calling her that.
"No, I don't. Please don't tell me you work here."
The cocky, snobbish smile that she hated made an appearance.
"I'm in my last semester before residency so technically I do. Looks like we're co-workers."
"Only because there's nothing I can do about it. As long as you stay out of the ED and out of my way, there won't be any problems," she spat, "Excuse me, I need to find out who's been paging me."
He chuckled. "Look no further, Mo. I had a question about a patient from the ED."
She tilted her head the way she'd seen her boyfriend do many times. "Number one, it is Nurse DeBreaux and you will address me as nothing else. Number two, unless the actual doctor has a question do not page or call for me. And number three, get rid of whatever thought you have about me cause it's not happening."
Thomas's smile never left his face as he watched her go off on him. She always was a challenge but as long as Nadine was on his side, he had no worries.
"Can I at least take you out to dinner to catch up?"
"I'll make this quick for you," she said folding her arms across her chest, "I'm not interested and will never be interested. I'm happy with Zilla, something I never was with you."
"The jailbird," he scoffed. "You can't be serious?"
"Oh I'm very serious. And if you feel like you can't accept that, you're not gonna like what I do. Are we clear, Thomas?"
"Crystal."
Turning on her heels, she made her way to the elevators and angrily pressed the down arrow.
"Enjoy the rest of your shift, Nurse DeBreaux," he called out as she stepped onto the elevator.
After dinner the couple cuddled on their sofa to watch a movie. Halfway into it there was a knock at their door surprising them both. Slowly, Zilla set up and paused the movie.
"You expecting your friend?" She asked softly.
"Nah. He don't even know where we stay. You?"
"Nope, same here." She grabbed her phone. "Want me to call 911?"
He sucked his teeth as he got up and slid his feet into his slides. "Don't need them when Zilla here. If you scared just go in the room and lock the door, Fat."
"Don't gotta tell me twice," she whispered scurrying off to their bedroom doing as he said.
He looked out of the peephole, cursing when he realized it was covered. After unlocking the door, he snatched it open ready to jump on whoever was on the other side.
"Who the fuck," he barked, stopping halfway and laughed, "Oh shit. What's up, Mr. DeBreaux? My bad."
Hassan laughed as they slapped hands then walked in with his duffle bag on his shoulder. "You got, young blood. That's how you 'posed to answer the door at ten o'clock at night. Sound like you was about to mess me up man."
Zilla laughed as he took the duffle bag, putting it on the ottoman. "I was till I found out it was you, Mr. DeBreaux."
"Hassan. I been telling you for a while to call me Hassan."
"My bad, I'm used to bein all polite and shit with Ms. Nadine."
He chuckled looking around. "Well I'm not her and I don't care, son. Where Rye at? I know she ain't sleep already."
"Nah, her scary ass went to hide in the room when you knocked," he laughed going over to their bedroom door and knocked, "Fat, you ca' come out."
After a few moments, she peeked her head out of the door.
"You sure? Everything okay?"
Zilla laughed. "Bring your scary self out here, Fat."
With an eye roll, she opened the door all the way to come out.
"I wasn't scared, I was back up."
"You still using that same old lie. Should be ashamed," Hassan joked, smiling widely at his daughter. She squealed loudly, going to jump on him. "Safe to say you missed your old man, Rye?"
"Daddy, I didn't know you were coming!"
Hassan kissed her head after he sat her down. "That's the point of a surprise, babygirl. I wanted to come see you two, it's been awhile."
Moriah squinted. "It's been awhile or Mama sent you?"
Hassan laughed, "I'm grown, she didn't send me although she did ask me to come down. But I also missed my babygirl and my boy. Wanted to see this sofa Zilla was raving about."
"Oh my God," she grumbled, hiding her face, "I'm gonna kill you, Fatu."
Zilla and Hassan both laughed at her embarrassment.
"My bad, Fat but if she didn't bother you then I wouldn't have said it. Sooo," he sang out. "Technically it's her fault. Right, Hassan?"
"Right. Anyway, it's late and ya daddy not as young as he used to be so where am I sleeping? I'm fine with the sofa unless you two would like it."
Moriah groaned loudly. "That's it! I'm going to take my shower. Fatu, you figure it out."
Waiting for Moriah to go into the room, Hassan and Zilla went to sit on the sofa, Zilla moving their blanket out of the way. They sat in a comfortable silence while Hassan went over what he wanted to say in his head.
“I know that Nadine is a lot, I’m not gonna say that she isn’t.”
“But?”
“That’s the thing,” Hassan chuckled, “I know that there should be a but I can;t find one to give. The only ones that I can think of don’t align with how I feel about everything.”
“How you feel about it?” Zilla asked. “I know you told me before but that was a minute ago and I’m sure it was the kid friendly version.”;
“It was most definitely the kid friendly one. Nadine is mad at me and she’s taking it out on the two of you.I don’t agree with it, I tell it to her all the time but she denies it.I’m not Rye though I know she’s lying to me.”
Zilla scratched his head as he leaned back on the sofa, in thought. He had a lot that he wanted to say but most of it would be directed to Nadine and not Hassan.
“Why she doin that? She could just tell you.”
Hassan glanced at him, a smirk on his face. “When Rye is mad at you, does she tell you or does she act like a petulant child until you make her tell you?”
“Second one, he answered quickly.
“Okay so there’s your answer. My daughter didn’t get that from me, she got that from her mother. Except I haven’t tried to push her on it, I could but that’s not my job anymore.”
“But as Fat dad, ain’t you supposed to?”
“It was when she was younger but she’s got you.Trust me, you’re doing a good job with getting it out of her.” Hassan paused to lean back and rested his head against the back of the sofa. “I’ll give you a little advice, the more you push her on it the more you’re gonna find out about what happened while you were away. Nadine did some terrible shit to Moriah some of which I didn’t even find out about till she was in college.”
“That bad?”
“That bad, son. When you hear some of these things I want you to control yourself and remember that Moriah had no choice, she was a child. Remember that she is not the enemy. Promise me.”
Zilla chuckled, glancing over at the older man. “You scarin’ me. Can’t be that bad.”
“I don’t mean to scare you but I needed to warn you. It’s not my place to do much more than that. Alright?’” Hassan waited for him to nod then sent a wink his way. “Good, now if you don’t mind this old man is tired and is ready to go to bed. Can I have a blanket and a couple pillows, please, son in law?”
“Nadine would have a fit if she heard you call me that.” Zilla laughed.
Hassan chuckled, resting his eyes. “I’ve said to her, I always call you that when I’m talking about you to other people. She throws her little fit but I don’t care. She knows like I know that it’s only a matter of time before you and Rye get married. Am I right?”
Standing, Zilla stretched his arms over his head letting out an exaggerated yawn to buy himself a few more seconds. He went to their linen closet to grab what Hassana asked for, on his way back to the sofa he noticed Hassan’s eyes were still closed, a little hopeful that the older man had fallen asleep. When he sat the comforter and pillows down, one of Hassan’s eyes opened and looked right at Zilla.
“I think that was a question, son.”
“Uh yeah, you right. You right.”
At that, both of Hassan’s eyes opened, giving Zilla his full attention. “Second thoughts?”
“Nah, nah no second thoughts. I just … I just wanna be able to take care of her and shit before we get married cause I know once we get married we gon have lil Zillas and shit and,” he paused to take a breath, “I just wanna make sure Fat and the lil ones is taken care of and don’t have to worry about shit and she don’t have to work.”
“Has she given you any indication that she is unhappy having to work right now and help pay bills?”
“Nah. She always happy.”
“Okay so don’t worry about that other stuff. As long as she’s happy and you’re happy that’s what matters” He said closing his eyes once more. “If she cared about being taken care of and not working and all that she would’ve stayed with that arrogant ass fool she brought to my house.”
Zilla laughed, going to sit on the arm of the sofa. “You talkin’ bout the dude from college?”
“Yup. Fool thought just because Nadine liked him that I was gonna be on board with him. Didn’t happen,” Hassan explained softly. “He couldn’t have been as smart as he thought he was because if he was then he would know Nadine didn’t actually like him. He was simply a pawn to her.”
“I don’t mean no disrespect but I don’t get how you married her. I’m glad you did cause yall gave me Fat but she … she’s her.”
Hassan sighed. “That’s a story for another time. Go on and get you some sleep, I’ll be alright out here.”
After making sure he was actually okay and checking the locks, Zilla went to the bedroom finding Moriah lying across their king size bed sleeping with her phone in her hand. Chuckling to himself, he gently pulled the phone from her hand and put it on the charger then adjusted her so she was lying on her side of the bed under the covers. He knelt at her bedside watching her face, searching for any mark or blemish he hadn’t noticed before. The face he stared at lovingly was the face he dreamed about all those years he was away. He could feel a pang of sadness when he remembered towards the end of his time that he started to forget what her face looked like. Forgetting was a consequence of his actions he never anticipated.Touching her cheek gently, he rubbed his thumb back and forth against the soft skin, a smile finding its way to his face when she scrunched her face and leaned into his touch.
“Whatever she did to you while I was gone,” he spoke softly, almost a whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry, Fat. I thought I knew all the wrongs I hadda right but I don’t and I’m still learning. Zilla gon get right though. I promise.”
Leata sat on the idea for a couple of days, she knew she would do it but she was putting it off for as long as she could. A conversation with Nadine never ceased to leave her with a headache but for her kids she would endure it. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t miss the days when she and Nadine were friends, she missed how loving and carefree Nadine used to be. After mourning the death of her husband, she then had to mourn the death of a friendship that she cherished.
On her drive to the store, she called up her old friend.
“Hello, Leata. How are you today?”
“I’m alright, can’t complain. And you?”
“The same as you. Is everything okay? Are they okay?” Nadine asked genuinely concerned.
She chuckled, focusing on the road. “They’re fine, they’re okay. Are you busy?”
“No, I was just watching TV. I can talk.”
Taking a moment, Leata merged into the next lane before continuing.
“Well I was thinking that you and I could go visit the kids for Thanksgiving since they won’t be able to come home.”
Nadine sat quietly on the line for a moment. “Us going to visit them?”
“Yes, us. Me and you. One of his brothers may come as well but probably just us.” She explained. “Is that something you might want to do?”
She hummed for a moment in thought. “You know what I think I do. Haven’t seen my baby in months and I do miss her.”
The excitement in Nadine’s voice was a little weird to hear but she assumed that it was excitement to see Moriah.
“Good, I’ll send you the dates and flight information, I’ll take care of the tickets.” Leata informed her. “I was thinking of staying for a week or so.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll take care of the hotel. We don’t want them to feel cramped in the apartment with all of us in it,” Nadine said sweetly. “Me, you and your son. Right?”
“You don’t have to do that, Nadine. Really, we’ve got it.”
“No, no, no. You’re buying the tickets, the least I can do is pay for the rooms. Okay?”
After ending their call, Leata felt relieved and surprisingly without a headache. When she gets to the store, she sends a text to Hassan letting him know that their conversation went well and the two of them would be visiting Florida for Thanksgiving. She hoped that with her there, Nadine wouldn’t irritate and poke at their children as much but she knew better. All she could was hope for the best.
“Toni! Toni, wait up!”
Groaning inwardly, Toni stopped in the middle of the parking garage and waited for Thomas to catch up to her. She stared at him as he tried to catch his breath.
“Damn you walk fast,” he chuckled, still catching his breath.”I thought I was fast but you’re clearly faster.”
“I know you did not stop me from leaving to tell me I walk fast.”
Thomas cleared his throat as he met her stare. He attempted to give her a small smile which she didn’t return.
“I just wanted to ask you something, if I can. Can I?”
“You have two minutes and then I’m walking away.”
“Okay, okay … I uh Nurse DeBreaux doesn’t seem to like me very much and I was told that you and her are kinda close so I was wondering,” his voice trailed off seeing Toni’s facial expression change.
“If you’re wanting me to talk to her for you then the answer is no. Quite frankly, I don’t like you much either,” she told him honestly. “You’re always interrupting my ED, constantly paging Nurse DeBreaux about patients she’s sent up like she doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
He was taken aback at how honest she was but he was prepared for it. The co-workers he’d spoken to about her let him know that she doesn’t mince words and she’s a straight shooter. Clearly, they meant every word.
“Damn, I deserve that. I’m sorry about interrupting your ED. I will try not to do that anymore.”
Toni hummed, looking down at her watch. “55 seconds.”
Thomas played with his hands. “I just wanna make up for the bad impression I made on her. Can you just help me with that? What can I do to fix it?”
“If you want to fix it, try staying away from her for a few days or a week,” Toni paused as a light bulb went off in her head, “You like her. You like Moriah. That’s why you’re constantly calling her and bothering me right now.”
Thomas chuckled. “You caught me, I do.”
“Well let me give you a piece of advice, she’s in a relationship with a man she loves and he loves her. A man that I’m sure could break you in half if you keep bothering her.” Toni deadpanned. “Get rid of whatever little crush you have cause it’s going nowhere fast. Your two minutes are up. Good bye.”
Toni turned on her heels leaving Thomas standing there and finished her walk to her car. Before pulling off she sent a text to Moriah, asking her to call when she had the time. Although she knew that whenever Thomas crossed paths with Zilla that would nip it all in the bud, she wanted her friend to know that he was lurking around.
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Hello! I just completed the 5some scene witb Halsin and Astarion and I dont really have anyone to comment this with I hope you dont mind me dropping here real quick to say [SPOILERS]
So... he just dissociates no matter what? I completed Astarion's quest and I could swear that meant he wouldnt dissociate in the scene. But I think what bothers me the most isnt even the dissociating itself but the lack of response from the Player Character. I just LET him?? I dont comfort him, I dont stop the whole thing in its tracks??
And its the only way to get Halsin's backstory?? Am I doing something wrong? I feel so conflicted about the whole thing. Opinions? Thanks for reading this far if you have, sorry for any inconvenience!
I don't claim to be the best source on Astarion lore or on his storyline consistencies/inconsistencies since we're like a bitter divorced couple, I can't talk about him without getting slightly annoyed. But,
I got that exact same scene (5some) after Astarion's story conclusion. To me it makes sense that he's still distant - we fixed his Cazador situation but we didnt fix his sexual abuse issue because he never brought up the trauma. I'm assuming you didnt romance Astarion ang got this scene? For me, a non-Astarionmancer it made sense, since he never told me about his intimacy issues in the first place. But if that happened to you, and you romanced him, then I can still understand him being distant in that moment. He's not that into sex with other people and you just asked him to perform in front of 4 others. I can see how he would default to an auto-pilot. But that's assuming you did romance him. If you didn't then there's not much to be surprised about. He's tired of performing seduction.
To me, it's not that big of a deal that the PlayerCharacter doesn't respond to catching Astarion drift away. Without romancing him and learning about his baggage PC at best can only assume that Astarion is not into sex due to his past of sleeping with his victims and that possibly bringing up bad memories. Since the narraror line about him being distant during the encounter was only a brief mention (narrator mentions PC and Astarion catching eyes for a moment, any further descriptions of his performative behaviour are a general description of the scene since nothing is visible, not necessarly describing what the PC is seeing).
What! I! Fully! Agree! With! You! Is how Halsin's mega traumatic backstory is only ever accessible through a hidden option (i wouldn't even call it a mission, just a random NPC conversation) in Act 3. That conversation could have been naturally implemented into the (currently bare-bone) Halsin romance route. This is why I'm still screaming about letting the players have access to Halsin as a companion in Act 1 already, so that he can go with the PC to the Underdark. That could lead to him having some flashbacks to his time there, and perhaps slipping in some titbits during idk the exploration of the wizard tower in the underdark and him seeing the chain mounted to a wall and that bringing up some nasty memories?? Like the story writes itself, it's all there but I'm guessing the devs had better things to do then flesh out their fanservice and fan demands. Like adding Halsin as a romance options SHOULD HAVE BEEN a post release thing !!!
My opinions are more or less summed up here. It's ass that an abuse victim such as Astarion gets all the special treatment and a catharsis while Halsin, who also went through a traumatic experience doesn't. He actually laughs it off. But that's okay, people cope differently. So why not have us explore his backstory more? Well, it's crunch of course. The devs had no time to put love and care into Halsin even tho him being a romance option/companion (so those conversations about his past wouldn't come up) wasn't even on their initial goal list, just something a few discord people suggested.
I feel like the writers had too much on their plates and too little time to make sure inconsistencies in character motivations/ reactions, backstories don't occur. But we should all be happy Astarion got all the attention he deserved. Oh, you're saying there are other companions in this game too? Since when?
#im still thinking about that graph of the amount of content asta got#compared to plot relevant characters like wyll or even laezel and shart#i do wish for halsin to be more than just a bear druid stereotype but in his current state he's just that#i completely disagree with people seeing more in him than what's shown in the game. it's one thing to HC and think of possibilities#it's somethjing else to face reality and admith yeah there's not a lot to that guy compared to other NPCs#i'd argue a silly goose such as minsc (if you've no clue who he is bc you havent played previous baldur's gates) is more fleshed out#than halsin ever was#damn i can say more about zevlor than i can about halsin#there's just not much there to begin with ;////////#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate#bg3#halsin#astarion#yes i will remain highly critical of this game bc i really care about it!!!#personal#reply#//didnt proofread it fuck it we ball im stuck in traffic and its so bright i can barely see the screen anyways
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ok so. this is gonna be very focused on my girl at the expense of the general plot but pls enjoy
in [redacted larp], the kingdom of vaguely medieval european fantasy is under attack by the evil wizard empire. the evil wizard empire are your traditional mage supremacists with an immortal god-emperor who ban the worship of all of VMEFkingdom's gods.
at my first game, Our Heroes were freeing an island from occupation by the evil wizard empire. they burst into a tavern and start killing the soldiers stationed there, and find a few civilians hiding, including a death priest. there are two death gods in the setting: one loves zombies and necromancy and suffering, and the other is about finality and respect for the dead and things in their right place. the priest, who follows the second, after recovering from getting whacked on the head while hiding behind a counter, introduces herself as Let This Darkness Be A Belltower (bell for short). this is not a normal name in the setting, lmao.
bell immediately joins in with the forces of the rebellion, mostly following around an elven doctor who becomes her new bff and healing people. by the end of the weekend she has blown up an evil wizard empire warship by sabotaging a laser cannon and helped to free the city.
of course, let this darkness be a belltower... is the name she gave herself after she had a religious breakdown/breakthrough and defected from the evil wizard empire. (a few people know this after her first game, most don't.)
meruet peitry! her mom is a politician, her brother is a soldier, her younger half-sister is a prodigy necromancer and the golden child. meruet is frankly a disappointment because she has a little mage blood and can't use it at all, but her family is nice about it. she's her sister's confidante/anchor/the person who tells her to take a nap when she's doing too much necromancy and it's affecting her temperament. (meruet haaaates necromancy. unbeknownst to her or anyone around her, this is because of being chosen by deathgod 2.)
she gets shuffled off to the occupied island as part of a political game, mostly as a hostage to ensure her family's good behavior, but she's just happy to not be married off.
she debuted in game in 2022. in the in-game equivalent of 2020, one of the PCs definitely the dastardly evil wizard empire kicked off a necromantic blight that caused all the dead things in a certain region to rise as zombies immediately. simultaneously, someone was fucking with deathgod2, and all his chosen started having extreme insomnia and nightmares. a sleep-deprived meruet has a break with reality and becomes variously convinced that she's dead (she is not) undead (no) and chosen by a higher power (yes.) after some time secretively investigating confiscated materials on VMEFkingdom's gods, she realizes she has some association with deathgod2 and starts spending more time with the locals...
getting us back to where we started. meruet peitry is presumed dead, and bell has new friends! with a certainty born of god visions and a convert's zeal, she resolves to just never think about her family again, and probably that will be fine.
she learns the world is ending and throws her lot in with freeing the old gods to fix it, resolving with that same self-centered moral certainty that she will lie to her new friends if necessary to achieve this (they turn out to agree. but she would have lied her ass off). at one point she gets kidnapped BY the evil mage empire for a month. she becomes frenemies (?) with the atheist goodguy necromancer who, when they met, made a corpse throw itself off a cliff and then told her god was fake. she's doing fine.
one day a skeleton shows up with a letter from her sister mariliz. bell is uhh upset by the necromantic messenger and also stressed. the letter is like "i saw by scrying that you're alive?? have the forces of VMEFkingdom kidnapped you?? please write back!!" bell ignores it. <3
unfortunately, her sister gets kidnapped by bone-eating vampires (?!) on a research mission, which bell learns when her sister's dream bleeds into the dream the PCs are exploring, and she walks into her childhood home with a bunch of her new friends and is greeted by her siblings. then her sister starts screaming, wakes up, and disappears.
a rescue mission is waged. bell continues to maintain the pretense that she is rescuing a random woman who is not related to or known to her in any way to everyone but a few people. she even sends a dream message ahead to her sister to be like "DO NOT say we are sisters when we meet. i love you. don't die"
when they find her sister, though, she is ... in a bad way from having her bones repeatedly eaten and regrown for months. bell takes her back to the clinic where she's living, and as her sister is basically swaying on her feet about to pass out, freaks out about how she's a traitor and a heretic and it would be better if they hadn't met again. (oh, her sister doesn't believe she can do divine magic, because the emperor is the only god. maybe bell has finally learned how to do arcane magic after years of failing to? bell: No!!) mariliz passes out and bell immediately ties her hands and has the local sorcerer cast a spell on the bonds preventing her from using her magic. (necromancy is not ONLY scary, it's illegal here. this is for her own good!)
cue bell's sister living in the clinic as a prisoner for months while they wait for someone who can take her home. bell makes some attempts at de-indoctrinating her, but she's bad at it (keeps getting mad that her sister doesn't believe her god is real). she mostly ends up making weird comments to the two elf doctors helping to treat her and reading trashy novels. god bless the person who played her, who hits the perfect balance of smugly chauvinist, kickable, and deeply unsettled by the changes in her sister and her life.
meanwhile, on a dangerous mission, bell finds out that one of the other PCs caused the blight (when someone casually mentions it). she punches him in the face and resolves she has trusted *too many goddamn necromancers*. that same day, she meets her god inside his nightmare of the time he was fucked with. she tries to look into his eyes as he freaks out and gets an instant "insanity no will save" effect, which was fun as hell to play because i just upped the ante on her panic about the dream and about the people around her being corpse dismembering murderers (this fear was already present). but she does recover and asks her god if he would have her take any action against the other PC. he says no. so now they're... extremely awkward coworkers.
incomplete list of. some of bell's other friends (?) (if you're not on here i just couldn't come up with a funny summary)
the elf doctor i mentioned: they love each other. bell is often Concerned about her schemes.
the daughter of blight guy, the second most powerful necromancer in game: now just stares unsettlingly at her whenever she sees her
a younger and, until recently, more powerful priest of deathgod2: why does she remind me of my sister
the token Guy Who Doesn't Want To Free The Old Gods, a former child soldier with a tendency to resort to violence to solve his problems. but he and bell have an awkward coworker relationship and he seems to think she's the only reasonable person who wants to free them, because she'll discuss the possibility of going his way instead.
goodguy atheist necromancer: bell accidentally spent all his money once while buying supplies for him from an NPC played by the same guy
game before last, bell willingly sacrificed her life to deathgod1 to push back the blight. she came back, died in a battle, came back again, but it gets less likely each time, so she's getting more and more frightened.
last game her sister escaped and showed up in town, so bell followed her around going "noooooo" while she (thinking she was being so sneaky) asked questions about life here and why all the mages don't just move to the empire. now she's been safely sent home. so it's fine and bell never has to think about her family again! she also, to her confusion, got to finish the deal with deathgod1 by 1) moving furniture into his temple and 2) peer pressuring a bunch of new characters into getting Agony'd with her to consecrate it. probably fine.
+ bonus: my fave face NPC (that i play) is a horrid anti-magic cop who just shows up and flatly bullies everyone holding scrolls. twice she has caught people with high level necromancy scrolls. i keep waiting for someone to murder her, i am NOT that hard to kill, but she does have a spell that boils the magic in your blood, which i am waiting eagerly to use <3
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WIP (not) Wednesday
Tagged by the lovely @ndostairlyrium and @melisusthewee, thank you both! <3
My recent trip to the seaside (not) for my health ended, but I didn't draw much on pc, and the pics I took of my sketchbook are MEH.
So this is a writing one: I had an illumination for the DadWolf AU, turned around some chapters and changed the pov of the first ones (which I already wrote). I am unsure whether to start posting the full thing on AO3 even without a buffer, let me know what you'd prefer!
Tagging: @daggerbeanart @whimsyswastry @dungeons-and-dragon-age @idolsgf @spainkitty and YOU!
Woods around Wycome, 9:15 Dragon, Early Guardian.
It was a special day indeed.
Aisling had asked her mamae at least ten zillion times to ride with her, today. But her mamae always told her no, she was too little to come with her, as she worked. The Dalish never stopped in one place, and someone needed to guide them. Her mamae was that person, the Keeper, and Aisling was proud of her.
Her mamae was beautiful and strong and proud, and Aisling wished nothing more than to become just like her when she grew up: tall and elegant on the back of her hart, Myriani, because hallas and harts were still more reliable and inexpensive than cars, more suitable to drive off-track, riding fast to scout the road ahead, or to parlay with humans in a village or in nearby houses, or to take care of giant spiders like the Emerald Knights she always told her stories about. Those were her favourite stories, save the one with hallas and dragons.
More than anything, Aisling wanted to become a mage, like mamae. But as much as she tried, nothing ever happened. Mamae chuckled at her trials, and always told her with a kiss on her cheek that the time will come, she just needed to be patient and not rush it.
But today it was Aisling’s fourth birthday, and as a gift she had asked mamae if she could ride with her today, and not climb in the aravel with the other children. She promised she would be good and not be a bother, and squeezed her hands together and pouted at her, jumping on her spot from the emotion.
Mamae had examined her, long and doubtful, a smile tucked in the corner of her mouth.
And then, that smile came forth, her lips -Aisling’s same full lips- curled up, and her expression melted some.
“You have to promise me to be on your best behaviour, ma hallain.” She told her, very seriously. “And that if I tell you to hop down and hide, you will do just so.”
Aisling squealed in happiness, jumped around -the snow made the nicest of noises when her feet pressed on it. Mamae tried to catch her, but when she jumped in a place where the snow was too high, she tripped and fell, with an oomph.
The snow was cold in her collar, but it was meaningless: it just made her giggle, as she sat up and shook herself left and right, like a dog.
“Aisling, I’m serious. Do as I tell you, ok?” Mamae crouched in front of her, a hand cupped her cheek and brought her to look at her, as the other swiped snow away from her head. She had her serious face, but as always, it was but a smile away.
“Ok.”
She answered, solemnly. Mamae kissed her forehead, and scooped her up in her arms, to help her on the saddle. Aisling waited patiently on top of it, balancing carefully forward to caress the thick fur of Myriani, and thank him for bringing them on his back. She liked it a lot when mamae jumped up graciously behind her, and tucked her close to her front, a hand protectively in front of her bust.
“Hold on tight with your thighs.” She told her, taking the reins with her free hands.
Aisling nodded, barely containing her excitement. Mamae asked her if she was afraid to run, but Aisling puffed up her chest and told her that no, she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t a baby anymore, after all, today.
Her mamae smiled down at her, light brown hair -the same colour as her- disappearing in her fur-lined hood. She carefully took up Aisling’s, fixed her coat so she was covered all the way up to her nose.
“You listen to me and you behave, ma hallain, remember it.” She recommended one last time, but she was still smiling.
They both knew that Aisling wouldn’t have behaved, because she never did, but they both pretended this time was different.
Mamae turned to address the other members of the clan that were bound to come with them -a small trip to the village, to buy some supplies and hopefully repair the radio and the cellphones. Somehow, all of their electronic devices had stopped functioning, and no one could get them to function again.
Everyone nodded along, communicating that they were ready, backs straight: mamae was kind and loving, but she commanded respect in everyone.
And then, with a last “Hold on tight.”, mamae kicked her heels, clicked her tongue on her palate, and the hart bleated aloud, before starting to run.
#wip wednesday#dadwolf au#writing petrel#aisling lavellan#I know I always write about her but she's my favourite doll at the moment#and I need the kindness#seriously tempted to start posting this#mmmmmh
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Hi, could I please get a BG3 matchup?
Pronouns- she/her
I generally prefer men
About me-
I love love love cats.
I tend to be pretty shy/timid until I know for sure the other person wants me around. I rarely ever approach someone I don't know; they need to make the first move. In social situations I tend to be more of an observer than a participant unless someone specifically includes me. Once I'm comfortable around someone, I'm still pretty quiet, until the conversation turns to something I'm really enthusiastic about; I'm okay with people infodumping as long as it's genuine & interesting. I can be a bit sassy, too, and I'm (usually) not afraid to laugh at myself. I'm a bit of a homebody, but if someone invites me out to do something, I'm usually game.
In a relationship, I'm pretty cuddly/affectionate- they'd better be prepared for all the touching, hugs, kisses, being my pillow… as long as they're into it, too, of course (even better if they're reciprocating).
I like to think I'm pretty smart- I got good grades in school and I tend to learn new things quickly. I'm pretty curious/inquisitive; I'll take almost any opportunity to learn something new. I like to figure out how things work (including taking things apart to fix them, like my old laptop to replace the keyboard or my original Nintendo DS to replace the broken hinge), and I even built my own PC! I've also dabbled a bit in programming.
For hobbies I like video games (imagine that!), ttrpgs, board games, also stuff like sudoku. I like gardening even if I'm not very good at it. When I get time, I enjoy doing cross-stitch, too.
Pet peeves/things that annoy me (aside from "standard" stuff like people being condescending, bigotry, etc.): unnecessary noise- dogs barking nonstop or children throwing temper tantrums in the grocery store; I hate repeating myself and being repeatedly interrupted; preventable stinkiness- people reeking of cat pee, cigarettes, wet basement, etc. (sweaty from a workout or something is one thing -and can even be kinda hot-, smelling like a month-old dirty litterbox is another)
Many thanks!
Heyya sorry that this one took so long! Literally got a few lines in and just knew who would be a great fit for you,,,
I match you with Gale!
From the word go, the pair of you end up hitting it off from the very first run in. Thanks to a little outside intervention of course.
You say you like cats, and Gale’s got one better - he’s got Tara. Just treat her with respect and compliment her and you’ll already be giving her a view on your fine character. It certainly helps that you mean no ill will towards her master either, but that’s besides the point.
If anything Tara’s ends up being a wingwoman for Mr. Dekarios - by the time you’re quietly cooing over how fluffy her wings are and she is set on instigating this match and by the gods will she go through with it. It will do him well to meet someone with such a fine taste for company after all! Of course Gale has been admiring you from the sidelines before his Tressym’s attempt at introductions, watching how you’re content to observe the world around you unless someone makes a point to include you. And the wizard does his best to make you feel included! He will absolutely make sure that you want his company and that you’re comfortable having him around before he goes intruding on your revelry.
Don’t worry at all about being quiet! If you prefer to have the silence filled he is more than happy to wile the time away regalling you with whatever current topic has intrigued him at the moment - usually it will have something to do with a breakthrough he’s made in his studies, or detailing a novel that he’s been pouring over with witty commentary on the contents to match. Will get a little too hung up about the wow-factor of the topics he tells you about, wanting to genuinely impress you with it. Just assure him that you’re interested in what he’s saying and he’s not boring you and this guy is a goner. Knowing that you don’t mind listening to him? With no expectation for something from the wizard? It doesn’t seem like a lot but I can tell you his heart is done for and the pining begins.
PLEASE, I cannot stress this enough - shower this man in all the affection you want to give him. He is an absolute sponge for it and gives you this little lovestruck look if the potential for love and affection is on the table. Kiss his cheeks till he’s red all the way up his ears and down his neck; hug him as tight as you’d wish or tuck yourself in close to his side. No matter the expression of affection, Gale would gladly spend the rest of his days under the onslaught of your attention. What he loves most is when you hold him close; the casual intimacy of being close to someone he cares for so much and cares for him in turn makes his chest swell and the aches melt from his bones. Card your hands through his hair for good measure? Gods you must be trying to kill him with love, yet he can think of no finer a demise than beneath the soft touch of your hands.
Gale fully accepts his new future life as your pillow during cuddles. He sees it as a perfect compromise - you get to use his soft chest to lounge on at your own leisure, and he gets to bask in the weight of your presence curling up upon his torso as you make yourself comfortable. Likes to let his hands smooth over your back as you relax, calloused fingertips moving in such a way you could swear that he’s tracing patterns, but he’s far too good at easing the tensions from your muscles to spell out what he’s tracing unless you focus. (Spoiler alert it’s something sappy - maybe hearts). May or may not doze off if he finds himself relaxing too much - what can he say? It’s more comfortable than he thought! Plus the thought of waking up with you there makes the prospect of a quick nap far too tempting to pass up.
He loves your inquisitive nature; it’s one of your many stunning attributes that allows the pair of you to mesh so well. You’re a quick learner, taking to any new tidbit that Gale is excited to share with you as naturally as you breathe. It’s beautiful, really, watching you process the world around you and seeing what inspires your mind, and Gale loves nothing more than to encourage that curious mindset that you possess.
Fascinated watching you take things apart. He’s got a myriad of artifacts scattered around his home, thanks to a penchant for collecting them and keeping a small hoard of the stuff around for when he’s looking for stuff to pass the time. Feel free to take some of the non-lethal-to-the-touch ones and have fun prying them open to find out what makes them tick. He can think of no better use for them, and is actually rather intrigued to see what new discoveries you can make in dismantling and piecing these items back together again. He’ll even go out of his way when he’s out at the markets to find things that will stimulate that curious brain of yours. If you’re into those intricate puzzle boxes to test your skills he’s more than happy to bring them back for you,
The kind of partner who will lean over your shoulder while you’re working through a sudoku page and help you point out ones that have you stumped. It’s cute, but you may have to playfully ward him away with your pen if you’re absolutely set on solving these things on your own. He’ll take to ttrpgs like a duck to water - literally give him like an hour to go over the mechanics of whichever one you wanna show him and he is so ready you have to laugh at how invested he gets. You may have just introduced the man to his second favorite pastime - the first being you, of course.
#baldurs gate 3 x reader#bg3 x reader#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 gale x reader#gale dekarios#gale x reader#bg3 gale#bg3 match up#baldurs gate match up#juno art
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