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Share a Lair 14 || Share the Details
Max was honestly stressed out for nothing. He spent all of this time trying to talk his way up to the news, and whenever he actually finally spit it out, Charlotte was relieved and surely didn’t seem any of the things he’d been afraid about. She laughed a little and said, “I honestly thought that you were about to break up with me moments after your mother posted me dancing and tagged me to it on her page.”
“I’d never break up with you,” he said, then, “Wait, what?” He checked his mother’s birthday album for the twins and sure enough, there was a post of Max dancing around Charlotte, who was way more reserved, but so dang cute! Max loved it and almost went through to read all of the comments, but Charlotte cut into that mission.
“It’s just that sometimes, I can’t tell if you’re as deep into this as I am. You just have so many important things to do. By comparison, I’m kind of relegated to something fun on the side,” she said.
He put his phone into his pocket and sat down next to her, “That’s never been the case for me. Mostly, I haven’t wanted to scare you off, because my feelings for you are SO intense that I have to rationalize and reign myself in, like, “Max, this is NOT the way to handle this. But, I don’t have a huge frame of reference, because I haven’t had many serious relationships and this is only the second time that I’ve been in love…” As soon as he said it, they both gasped. But, while this apprehensive expression poured over his face, hers lit up at the same speed and they looked at each other, both became confused and expressions switched to match the other one’s, then again they both realized that they were inadvertently making statements with their faces and they both started laughing at this. They leaned towards each other, laughing and Charlotte reached out to collect him into her arms and moved him to lay back on her chest.
“I’m in love, too.” She said it very softly and stroked his hair with even more gentleness.
“I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of me, just being able to admit that out loud, and hearing you say it too, is like… The perfect birthday present.” She kissed the top of his head and hooked her arms under his. He rested his hands on hers and whispered, “Can I spend the night with you?”
“Of course,” she said and rubbed his chest, one of her legs now comfortably wrapping around him, as well. He sat up and she was momentarily missing his body.
But, he turned to face her, hands sliding up her party dress as he stared into her eyes, “No… I meant… I want to spend the night with you, Charlotte…” She shifted to allow him better access beneath her dress and nodded her head, unable to break eye contact with him, as intense as it was. Had that been all that he had been waiting for? To be able to say he loved her? To have her say it, as well? She wasn’t sure. But, that didn’t matter. It was go time! He leaned forward and she leaned back.
“My bed is pretty small,” she whispered. But Max simply extended his hand, and within moments, the spare bed had been slid across the floor, right next to this bed. She smiled. “That was hot.” He just smiled. He loved when she said things like that to him, and he was ready to prove himself to her.
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Whenever Charlotte came into the “Danger Column,” she was humming joyfully and carrying a ton of stuff with her. “Hey Char, what’s all that stuff?” Jasper wondered.
“Just some things that I got from home over the weekend,” she said. “Sort of officially moving in with Max.” She continued on her way and Jasper squinted his eyes as she set her things on the rolling cart, “I know that they’ll be gone soon, but what we might wind up doing is me living here for however long they’re here, then when it’s time to relocate, I’ll be looking for a place for us outside of Share-A-Lair.”
Jasper nodded his head, then wondered, “Who’ll be gone soon?”
She laughed a little then looked at his genuinely curious face. “Umm.,, the guys, from this site. Or at least Max, will be. Maybe not Henry, if he hasn’t said anything. He’d certainly tell you before he would anybody else, I’m sure.”
“No. He’d probably tell YOU before anybody else. What do you know, Charlotte?”
She fumbled her hands around packing the cart and tried to find something that MIGHT distract Jasper from the suggestion that Henry might be leaving and hadn’t said anything to him. It probably was a misunderstanding on her part, so she definitely didn’t want to add to that fuel, But, there were very few things that could distract Jasper from the subject of Henry, and if her moving in with Max wasn’t enough (hell, that only caused more questions), then she was probably about to open her mouth and insert and poorly constructed lie foot. “I know what it feels like to have thunder coursing through my body.”
“Don’t change the subject. Thunder can’t course throughOHMYGODYOUANDMAXFINALLYDIDIT???” And just like that, she had deterred him away from the Henry subject and she texted Hen a warning about it as Jasper had to know everything, “How’s it shaped? Is it as perfect as we imagined through the gray sweatpants? Can you draw me a sketch of it? Better yet… Did you get pix?”
“I… had already seen it before. Calm down there, Bud…”
“Did you sing Happy Birthday to him like Marilyn Monroe? That’s what I would’ve done.”
“I didn’t. Honestly, it was just really slow and sweet and steamy,” she said, nodding.
“Awwww. You went easy on him. You must really be in love!” Jasper gushed.
She smiled hard enough to hurt her face, “I did!… And, I am. It’s really cool. I haven’t been this close to anybody in a while, and even then, it was you know, just… not like this is. I’ve never had to take things slowly, and I’ve never had to learn to trust or have someone learn to trust me after the emotional connection. I’ve never had to be patient for a guy to be ready for me and I certainly have never had to go easy on somebody. It’s equal parts centering and exciting!”
“Did you at least warn him that you were a raging ball of aggression in the bedroom?” Jasper asked.
“I am NOT!” She said, then giggled a little, “I mean, I haven’t had any complaints!” She gasped, “You think that I’ll frighten him if he gets Take Charge Char?”
“I think Take Charge Char is far more hot than she is scary, but the scary is a good scary. That “roller coaster ride scary,” not “a bear in the woods while you’re camping” scary. But, more about the di-”
“Naw. I gotta get this stuff to my new place!” She said and began rolling the cart out of the tower, with a huge smile on her face.
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Henry looked at Max approaching and wondered, “Are you late, or am I uncharacteristically early?”
Max looked at his watch and said, “I’m late…. Wait, why did I look at my watch? OF COURSE, I’m late. Like you’d ever be early.” Henry laughed and rolled his eyes, then heard his phone and checked Charlotte’s text. “Uh uh. Phone away. It’s training time,” Max said, setting his things down.
“You’re one to talk. You were late today!” Henry said, then groaned at the text message, “Your delightful girlfriend just told Jasper that I might be leaving soon. Why would she do that?” Henry had taken to sarcastically using positive words for Char whenever he was irritated by her, to avoid interference from Max, that he was certain could result in either his own derision or demise. Better safe and sarcastic than sorry.
“Have you not talked to Jasper about possibly leaving here?” Max wondered, stretching.
Henry put his phone into his bag and said, “I’ve brought it up a few times that I was probably gonna go on some far off missions with you, but I think that he’s not hearing that I might be leaving soon.”
“Are you SAYING that you might be leaving soon to him?” Max asked.
“Did you SAY it before you told Char over the weekend?” Henry asked right back.
“Are you and Jasper in the same situation and Char and I?” Max wondered.
“No, but… you can’t be pot kettling or whatever.”
“Different situations, Dude,” Max said. “I wanna marry Charlotte someday, but as it stands, she’s technically not my best friend. I mean… That’s a goal, definitely, but it isn’t our reality. You and Jasper have been together your entire lives and he follows you everywhere. Not telling him that somewhere may be another country is a little different from me having anxiety about admitting to a short term girlfriend the same thing… He is gonna come with you, right?”
Henry shrugged his shoulders, “I kinda want him to figure out his own thing. I’ve been doing some soul searching and I realize that while I’ve been putting everybody else first and working on saving other people, Jasper’s been doing the same thing, but for me.”
They continued stretching and Max commented, “Maybe that’s what he wants to do.”
“Maybe. But, I’ll feel better if he has some time to look inside and really determine that, you know? Would you want Charlotte to just pack up and leave and come along with us to Russia?”
“Yes. But, yet again - not the same situation.”
Henry sighed, annoyed and commented, “I am so ready to swing punches at your face now.”
“I am ready to watch you fail to land them.”
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“Okay. I am ready to do THAT for the rest of my life,” Max said. Charlotte simply laughed. It was nice, but she was certainly sore. She hadn’t had to work her thigh muscles like that before, or at least in a while. She forgot about all of the “additional” that came along with this. It didn’t matter, though. Max was here with her, and he wanted her, and he wanted this. She had no complaints.
He laid in Charlotte’s arms, ready to forsake Russia, the T Force, the Hero League, anything else that dared to come between him and this feeling that he had right now, in this very moment, wrapped up in her, bodies connected, spirits aligned.
“Whether it’s 3 months or 6, I want to be with you, okay?” She whispered.
He nodded. Of course. He wanted to throw a ring on her and pop a baby in her, but that was a bit much for right now, so he just said, “You could move into the lair, if you want. That might give us a little more time together before the changes happen.”
“Wouldn’t you have to run that by Share-A-Lair?” She wondered.
“Running it by them for me includes sending them a message that it’s happening.”
“Oh, so you got it like that, huh?”
“I’m the man.” He kissed her fingertips and asked, “Do you not want to?”
She smiled, “I think that’d be cool. I mean, it’s only for a few months, then you’re off to Russia, so it isn’t like there’s a danger of us growing sick of each other. Besides, I practically live there now and gas to and from for when I’ve gotta come back here is pretty pricey.”
“You think that we’ll grow sick of each other when we’re around each other more?” he wondered. “I can’t imagine ever being sick of you. I imagine you being the main thing that makes me feel well in a very sick world where I have to battle sick people.” She just smiled. He was strumming her skin lovingly with his fingertips and seemed like he had a lot going through his mind.
“Will we be able to visit each other at all? When you’re in Russia?” She asked.
“It’s not final that I’ll be in Russia… but, I will have a lair, hidden beneath the property of my secret identity. If you want, you can certainly visit me, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave during the tour.”
“Cool. I’ve never really thought about Russia, but I’m going to look into it. Add it as a place for me to be able to visit a time or two in the next few years… You are only gonna be gone for a few years, right?”
“Three,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ve done this long distance thing for longer before. We’ve got this.”
He looked at her and gave her a kiss. “Can we…”
“Again?”
“If it isn’t asking too much…”
“It’s not!” She smiled. “Come here…”
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Each day, Charlotte came in a little less chipper and a little more sore looking. Jasper smirked every time, until one day, maybe about a week later, he straight up asked, “You can’t handle the D, can you?”
She let out a relieved sigh and a chain of word vomit, “Dude, I can’t even get to the point where I’m at my usual performance level with Max, because whenever we get down to it, his physical superiority and stamina outrun my experience and prowess. What does it matter if you can do fun little tricks, if after a few minutes, you’re ready to pass out, just as he’s getting warmed up? He is a leading world superhero, with nearly perfect health, and impeccable bodily preoccupation! He can do some GLORIOUS shit with body. I mean, leave you speechless tier. And… I can handle about 10 minutes of him, then I’m just there because if I move, I might collapse. I have GOT to add cardio to my daily schedule!”
Jasper nodded his head, cordially the entire time she was speaking, but as soon as she stopped, he simply asked, “Okay, but how big is it?” She stared at him for a moment before walking away. “Bigger than Henry’s? Surely.” He gasped, “Is it bigger than mine? Are there other personality traits to it? Like a curve or a slightly fatter top? OH! He’s… cut, isn’t he? You know what, you should see if he’ll let you take a photo of it, so we can research.”
“Jasper!” She finally shrieked. “Shut. Up.”
“Right. You’re having a crisis. Here’s a solution! You let him take control until you get your own physicality up. Those are essentially pleasure filled workouts. He’ll like being in charge all the time, at least for a while, then whenever it seems like it’s boring and dull, POW! You’ll hit him with your modulation. He’ll be like… WHAT? There was a higher pleasure setting? Huh?? And you can stay on that level until you gain more endurance, and then, guess what? POW! Another modulation on him.” Jasper shook his head, “But, that’s probably not gonna work.”
“No, no… That’s… I can work with that. My legs haven’t burned this much since I started marathon training in junior high!”
“I forgot that you used to do that!” Jasper said.
“So did my thighs.”
He laughed and said, “RIP Charlotte’s hamstrings.”
“Rude!” she snapped. They looked at each other, “But, accurate.” He laughed again and she tried not to, because it wasn’t funny and she didn’t want to encourage him. But, in spite of herself, she had to laugh a little.
She definitely regretted it when a moment later, Jasper slid a pencil and a piece of paper to her and said, “What if you just sketch it for me? As true to life as possible, please?”
She gave him a small, tight smile, picked up the pencil and said, “Imagine for a moment that this was one…” Then, she snapped it in half with her thumb and threw it down on the table. Jasper gasped as she got up and walked over to her work area in the lab.
“He… He has a pencil one?” He wondered, in horror. She just left it alone. Maybe if he thought that, he’d give it a rest! “I’ve been sweat-fished!” He whined. That sounds disgusting.
#Share a Lair#Henry Danger#The Thundermans#crossover#crossover fanfic#Nesha Crossover#Thundanger#Thunderbolt#Share a Lair Repost#Nesha HD Fanfic#fanfiction#Share a Lair 14
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* this is the First One. The Original One. Back when I was still getting a sense of these characters. Obviously, a lot has changed since then. I kept this one mostly as is once more. Also, remember those times I made an effort to write out dialogue in French and add the translation after it? Boy, I sure was motivated! Ha!
Perfect Cities
Métro
Samuel looked completely repulsed. He could feel the germs and bacteria on his hands. He couldn’t believe that he had been dragged in this peasant infested underground sewer yet again, but Étienne could be very conniving, when he wanted to.
“Oh, lighten up, veux-tu?”/ “Oh, lighten up, will you?” Étienne scowled at him. Samuel saw with horror his youngest brother sit down on the métro cart floor they were in. The floor where hundreds of thousands of people walked with their dirty shoes. He shuddered at the thought of all that dirt on his clothes, but it didn’t seem to bother his brother.
“Comment peux-tu t’asseoir là?! Plus important, comment peux-tu m’faire prendre le métro?”/ “How can you sit there?! More importantly, how can you make me take the métro?”
“Pis tu voulais qu’on s’rende en ville comment?”/ “And how did you want to get in town?”
“En voiture, comme des êtres humains normaux!”/ “By car, like normal human beings!” Étienne actually had the audacity to scoff at him.
“Please, ça nous aurait pris tellement plus de temps en char qu’en métro. Pis de toute manière, la marche va nous faire du bien.”/ “Please, it would’ve taken us so much more time by car, than by métro. And anyways, the walk will do us some good.”
“Pass y faut marcher en plus!?”/ “Because we have to walk as well!?”
Étienne rolled his eyes, exasperated.
“Yes. Au pire tait-toi, j’aurais pu t’faire venir en vélo.”/ “Yes. And anyways, shut up, I could’ve made you come by bike.”
“Pour quelqu’un qui fait ben du vélo, t’es toujours pas svelte.”/ “For someone’s who’s always biking, you’re still pudgy.”
“Pour quelqu’un qui s’dit s’y connaître en amour, t’es toujours aussi mal baisé.”/ “For someone who claims to know everything about love, you’re still as single as ever.” Étienne bit back. Samuel kicked his shin.
“Anyways... you agreed to meet me for lunch.” He mumbled and for a moment, Étienne looked rather alone and down. Samuel was reminded that this was his little brother, the greatest pain in his ass, but the person he also cared so much for. He sighed. It was a good thing he always carried a small bottle of hand sanitizer on his person, when he visited Étienne.
“Oui, j’ai dit que c’était correcte de t’rencontrer pour dîner, pas pour une tournée en métro. J’comprends toujours pas ton obsession avec le transport en commun.”/ “Yes, I said it was fine to meet for lunch, not for a métro ride. I still don’t understand your obsession with public transportation.”
“And you never will. T’es pas assez sophistiqué pour ça.”/ “And you never will. You’re not sophisticated enough for this.” He teased. Samuel kicked his foot.
“Dit celui qui prenait des tours de métro pour le plaisir.”/ “Says the one who took métro rides for fun.”
“Aye, ch’te f’rais savoir que c’tait ben populaire, quand l’métro a ouvert, pour la première fois, pis que ben du monde faisait ça, pour voir les différentes stations, pis pour voir l’art et la structure des stations aussi.”/ “Hey, I’ll have you know that it was very popular, when the métro opened for the first time, and that many people did that, to see the different stations, and to see the art and the structure of the stations, as well.” He deffended.
“Oui, oui, c’est bon, on va pas r’commencer une autre discussion.”/ “Yes, yes, I get it, we’re not gonna start another discussion.”
“You’re the one who brought it up. Anyways, where’s Jacques? Y pouvait pas venir, encore?”/ “… He couldn’t come, again?” Samuel shrugged. This wasn’t the first time their other brother had bailed on them. “J’ai l’impression qu’j’lai pas vu depuis Noël.”/ “I feel like I haven’t seen him since Christmas.”
“Tu l’sais qu’yé plus réservé.”/ “You know he’s more reserved.”
“Pis? Y pourrait au moins répondre à mes appels, ou mes messages, même si y veut pas m’voir la face.”/ “So? He could at least answer my calls, or my messages, even if he doesn’t wanna see my face.” Étienne pouted. Samuel didn’t say anything, for he knew his brother had a point.
“Tant pis, pas de dîner pour lui. Bon, on débarque à la prochaine.”/ “Oh well, too bad, no lunch for him. We’re getting off at the next stop.” Samuel let out a relieved sigh. Finally, he’d be out of this hell hole.
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The walk to the restaurant wasn’t that bad, all things considered, not that he was about to tell his brother any of that. He was convinced Étienne was lost, but lo and behold, they stopped in front of what seemed to be a very nondescript looking restaurant.
“T’es sûr que c’est ouvert?”/ “You sure it’s open?”
“Mais oui. Tu m’fais vraiment pas confiance, des fois, c’est ridicule.”/ “Of course. You never trust me, it’s ridiculous.” He opened the door and Samuel was even more convinced that this was not a restaurant.
“Pass tu m’amènes toujours dans des places vraiment sketch.”/ “Because you always bring me to really dodgy places.”
“Shut up.” The waiter walked up to them and greeted his brother warmly. Étienne exchanged a few words with the man, before he was told to follow him. Samuel followed close behind, as they were led to a table in the far back, after going through what seemed to be the kitchen. Samuel was finally about to have a seat, when Étienne stopped him from doing so.
“Quoi?”/ “What?”
“Enlève tes souliers.”/ “Take off your shoes.”
“Pardon?!”/ “Excuse me?!”
“Tu dois enlever tes souliers, pour aller sur le tapis.”/ “You have to remove your shoes, in order to go on the carpet.” Étienne did just that, before taking a seat. Samuel looked at him indignantly.
“Pardon?! Si tu penses vraiment que j’vais marcher nu pieds dans cet établissement, t’as tors!”/ “Excuse you?! If you really think that I’m going to walk barefoot in this establishment, you’re wrong!”
“Oh shut up and sit. Did I tell you we eat with our hands and out of communal plates?” He grinned devilishly and Samuel almost fainted. Étienne was going to be the death of him.
FIN 1
La Khaïma!!
Started writing: October 28th 2014, 8:17am
Finished writing: October 28th 2014, 11:03am
Started typing: November 1st 2014, 3:00pm
Finished typing: November 1st 2014, 3:36pm
#pc: montreal#pc: quebec city#étienne maisonneuve#samuel desrosiers#fic#perfect cities#projocanondoko
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Undone, Chapter 25 (Bitney) - Stephanie/Veronica
A/N: Hello, beautiful people!! Thanks for your patience with the slow updates. Previous chapters are here. Much love and gratitude to the wonderful @jimvssherlock and guardian angel @missdandee for beta reading.
Summary: Relationships are work. But sometimes fun work.
TW: References to past emotional abuse & PTSD
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“Hey!” Courtney sets a couple of bags on the counter, fruits and veggies procured from the Farmer’s Market, and smiles brightly at Bianca.
“Hi,” Bianca smiles back, stirring a pot on the stove.
“What’cha making?”
“Applesauce.”
“People actually do that?” Courtney asks. She begins to put away the groceries. “I thought that was just a thing in like, movies about women in Vermont.”
Bianca lifts an eyebrow.
“Really, applesauce throws you? Doesn’t your dad ferment soybeans to make his own tofu?” she asks.
“Yeah, but he’s crazy,” Courtney laughs.
“Fair enough, but you’re a vegan. How do you not know the most basic thing to do with an apple?”
“The most basic thing to do with an apple is to eat it raw. The next most basic thing is to juice it. You’re actually cooking it, on a stove. That’s not basic at all.” Courtney leans against the door frame.
“Juicing requires equipment that you have to take apart to clean,” Biana counters. “This is a pot and 3 ingredients.”
“That’s why I have the juice guy do it,” she answers, grinning.
“Well, by that logic, I could just buy a jar of applesauce.”
“Exactly!” Courtney exclaims. “I’m so glad you see my point.”
Bianca reaches out and grabs her, pulling her close.
“Why are you arguing with me?” She chases Courtney’s mouth with her lips, letting out a little frustrated groan when Courtney evades her kiss.
“I’m not arguing. I’m engaging in lively discourse,” Courtney teases. She stops moving, allowing Bianca to capture her mouth, sliding her hands into her hair. Bianca’s lips trail down her jaw to her neck, nipping softly at her skin.
“You’re a pain,” Bianca murmurs against her neck, dimples deep in her cheeks.
“I know,” Courtney smiles to herself, tilting her head to give her better access. After a few moments, she adds, “So...tell me about this allegedly simple recipe.”
Bianca pulls away, all business, and gestures to the stove. “Okay. So, you’ve put apples, peeled and cut up-”
“Ugh, I’m already exhausted!” Courtney moans dramatically.
“-Into the pot, with some water. A generous splash of orange juice. Or you can steal the rest of your girlfriend’s fancy fresh-squeezed artisanal tangerine juice.”
“How very dare you!” Courtney feigns offense.
“And then…” Bianca pauses to kiss her on the cheek. “...You add a fuck ton of cinnamon. Which I was about to do. Wanna grab it for me?”
“Sure.” Courtney turns and walks to the pantry as Bianca gives the saucepan a stir. “Okay, I feel like you just compulsively re-arranged this spice shelf and now it’s a mess again.”
“And whose fault is that?” Bianca asks.
“Babe, I’m sorry, it’s just that sometimes when I need something, I don’t have a lot of...Thyme.” Courtney holds up a small jar, a delighted smile on her face.
“You look way too proud of that one,” Bianca says, shaking her head and trying not to laugh.
Courtney blinks, giving her sad puppy eyes, picking up another jar, and asks, “Are you trying to say that you don’t want to...Dill with me anymore?”
Bianca can’t help laughing, and strides over to her, pressing her against the open cabinet, attacking her with more kisses.
“You’re ridiculous, and I fucking love you so much,” she whispers.
“Well…” Courtney sighs against her. “That’s ‘cause we’re Mint to be…”
“Oh my god.” Bianca releases her, still laughing. “Just give me the fucking cinnamon, you dweeb.”
***
Bianca jolts awake, startled, to the sound of the smoke detector wailing, dogs howling frantically along with it. She races down the hall to the kitchen to find the back door and all the windows thrown open, a blackened pan smoking in the sink, full of the charred remains of...Bianca can’t even tell.
Courtney’s standing on a chair, trying to reset the smoke detector.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” Courtney finds the button and presses it, then looks down at Bianca sheepishly. “I, uh...had a bit of a mishap.”
“You don’t say!” Bianca laughs, rubbing her eyes.
“How do you feel about going out for dinner?”
“You read my mind.” Bianca meets her hopeful grin and flashes her dimples.
***
“BABYYYY!” Adore cries, racing over to Courtney and attacking her with hugs and kisses. She’s just come in from the smoking patio, utterly delighted to see her recently absent friend at the bar. “Omigod, we haven’t hung out in so long!”
“I missed you too,” Courtney says. She can see Bianca’s shoulders tense, and so she pushes Adore gently. When her friend doesn’t take the hint, she adds, “How many have you had, anyway?”
“Enough!” she giggles.
As Adore continues to pepper kisses all over Courtney’s face, Bianca clears her throat uncomfortably. It’s been awhile since she’s had to confront this embarrassing jealousy she has over their relationship, although Courtney pulling away from Adore slightly and putting a hand on her arm does help a little. Adore seems to catch on too, as she looks up finally, grinning at her.
“Whatsa matter, B, you want some sugar too?”
“That’s not exactly what I was-” Bianca is cut off by Adore wrapping her into a hug and placing a wet kiss on her forehead. “Lovely, thank you.”
“Listen, you can’t blame her for missing you,” says Sasha, bumping her hip against Courtney’s. “We all did. It’s been a minute.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Courtney says.
“It’s my fault,” Bianca says, hoping to diffuse the tension, knowing that the blame for Courtney’s absence falls squarely on her shoulders. “I’m very high maintenance.”
“You are not,” Courtney turns to Bianca, smiling from ear to ear and reaching for her hand.
“Mmm, I kinda believe her, since she’s got a full face of makeup and blowout on a Friday night...here,” Shea comments, gesturing around at the casual bar surroundings.
“Yep, that’s fair,” Bianca chuckles, nodding. She catches Shea’s dark eyes and shrinks a little. In spite of how nice Shea’s been to her, she can sense the disapproval. Very fair indeed.
“Well...whatever,” Courtney says, leaning on Bianca’s shoulder, fingers laced together.
Although her expression remains unchanged, Bianca’s heart soars. Simply the feeling of Courtney’s body against hers, the way she clasps Bianca’s hand between hers, gently trapping her fingers, all of it is exactly what Bianca’s been longing for. She knows that she’ll most likely have an uphill battle with Courtney’s friends, given their history; she’s not stupid. If she were them, she’d be telling Courtney to fucking run. She kisses Courtney’s temple, breathing her in.
“I’m gonna head to the bar. You want anything?” Bianca picks up her handbag. It’s probably necessary for Courtney to have a few minutes alone with her friends. They obviously need to clear the air, and everyone is too polite to do it in front of her.
“Whatever you’re having,” Courtney says with a shrug.
“I’m drinking ginger ale. You’re not the one who can’t drink,” Bianca reminds her quietly.
“Why can’t you drink, B?” Adore drapes an arm over her shoulders.
“Antibiotics,” she answers quickly. “I had an ear infection.”
“Ear infection, huh? That’s what they’re calling gonorrhea these days?” Adore snickers, and for the first time all night, Pearl laughs with her, seemingly roused from her general sleepy daze.
‘Sorry,’ Courtney mouths silently.
“Listen,” Adore continues, gesturing to Courtney. “If you want her to put out, get her a tequila.”
“Shut up, cunt,” Courtney laughs.
Bianca squeezes Courtney’s hand as she wheedles, “Let me buy you a drink. We can pretend we’re a normal couple...who met in a bar.”
“Fine,” Courtney gives in, suppressing a grin. “Um...vodka soda, I guess?”
“You got it.” Bianca presses a soft kiss to her cheek and heads to the bar, Adore on her heels.
“So…” Shea begins, the second they’re out of earshot. “This is new.”
“Yup.” Courtney shifts, trying not to look or sound defensive. These are her friends. They’re just looking out for her. And given the history, their concern is valid - even if it’s wrong. Probably.
“Look,” Sasha says. “We’re not judging you, I-”
“Speak for yourself! I’m fully judging you. That bitch-”
“Easy…” Sasha places a gentle hand on Shea’s arm.
Shea takes a breath and continues in a softer voice. “She fucked you, and then ghosted you for how many weeks? Do you not remember how miserable you were? Then she moved in, and now you’re-”
“It’s complicated!” Courtney exclaims, then stops and sighs. Getting defensive was exactly what she was trying not to do.
Shea stares at her for a moment. Then, she slowly turns to Pearl, asking, “ You got weed, right?”
“Duh.”
“I need a minute. See ya in a few.” Shea kisses Sasha and pulls Pearl towards the patio.
Courtney looks down at her hands. She wants to explain, especially to Sasha, who’s looking at her with an infuriating amount of empathy. It’s worse than Shea’s judgment.
“Are you gonna lecture me now?” Courtney asks tiredly.
“Depends. Are you happy?”
Courtney looks back up at her, a smile pulling at her mouth. “I really am. I know it’s not an ideal situation, but...god, I love her so much. I’ve never felt this way before. Never.”
“Okay.” Sasha takes a sip of her drink and then puts it down.
“That’s it?”
“Yup...for now.”
Courtney flings her arms around her friend, hugging her tightly.
“Thank you, I’ll take it.”
***
It’s been awhile since Courtney’s had any drinks and they go straight to her head almost immediately. One and a half later, and she’s all over Bianca on the dance floor.
“Guess what?” Courtney murmurs, sliding her arms around Bianca’s shoulders.
“What?”
“You are...so hot.”
“You’re drunk,” Bianca replies, dimples piercing her cheeks.
“So?” Courtney pulls her closer, eyeing her up and down in a way that sends shivers up Bianca’s spine. “I’m still right.”
Bianca leans forward, lips grazing the underside of Courtney’s jaw until she hears a breathy whimper. She can’t help remembering the last time they danced together, how every molecule of her body ached to kiss her, to hold her, and how instead she panicked and fled.
Tonight, she makes no such mistake, arms wrapped securely around Courtney’s waist, the press of the crowd creating a warm cocoon around them. Her light, teasing kisses growing longer and deeper and messier until the blown-out pupils in Courtney’s eyes tell her that they’re getting into the danger zone.
God damn Bob and her rules.
“Um...do you wanna go outside for some air?” Bianca whispers.
“‘Kay.”
***
Courtney leans against the railing of the patio, trying to breathe in the ocean air, clear her head a little. She still feels pleasantly fuzzy when Shea sidles up.
“Where’s your boo?”
“Bathroom.” Courtney takes another sip of her drink. So much for sobering up. She’d rather be drunk for this conversation.
“Sasha says I’m being too harsh.”
“Nahh. I know you’re looking out,” Courtney shrugs.
“You just...you can’t let people get away with treating you like shit,” Shea says.
“I know that. Do you really think I’d be with her if she didn’t have a very fucking good reason for the way she acted?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen you so...twitterpated.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You know, when all those woodland creatures in Bambi fall in love and act like idiots? You’re like a starry-eyed little school girl.”
“So?” Courtney turns to her, shrugging.
“Well, I’m used to seeing you kinda...detached, I guess, even when you really like someone. It’s disconcerting.” Shea chuckles. “I figured you must just literally be getting your brains fucked out.”
“Hardly. We’re actually not...fucking. Currently. Yet.”
“Wait, are you serious?!”
Shea seems so shocked that Courtney laughs.
“Okay, don’t look so scandalized. I’m trying to be smart about it and take my time before we jump into anything. Plus she’s still dealing with getting out of a really shitty marriage, and her emotions are all over the place because she’s getting into her second tri-” Courtney stops abruptly. Even in her drunken state, she knows that this was an egregious error. It doesn’t help allay suspicion when she claps a hand over her mouth.
Shea stares at her for a moment, eyes narrowing.
“Getting into her second what?”
“Uhhh…”
“Courtney…” For some reason, Shea sounds exactly like Courtney’s mother, and it tears down the rest of her defenses. She’s not getting out of this one.
“Trimester,” Courtney admits, and she’s immediately flooded with guilt. For one thing, she’d promised not to say anything. It could severely fuck up Bianca’s life if this got back to Jared before she’s ready. And worse, she feels relieved, that finally, she’s not the only one holding the burden.
Her relief is short-lived, though, as she watches Shea, mouth hanging open. Courtney’s never seen her silent for this long, and she starts to fidget nervously.
“I shouldn’t have told you that, I really...You can’t say anything, please…oh god, I really fucked up, didn’t I?”
Shea holds up a hand and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before saying simply, “Did you say...” and then stopping.
“Yeah.”
“So like…”
“Yeah,” Courtney repeats. “But I-”
“Wait. Wait.”
Courtney shuts her mouth, waiting in terror for what she’s going to say next. Soon enough, the floodgates open.
“So now you're gonna be a fucking mother?!"
“Shhhh!” Courtney hisses, explaining quietly, “And no. She is. I'm gonna be like…”
“A stepmother?”
“No! Just like...I dunno. A helper...person. We haven’t really figured it out, but it’s definitely her baby.”
Shea shakes her head, still dumbfounded.
“Shit, man.”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” Courtney begs, seeing Adore heading over. “Please.” Shea gives her an incredulous look and then Courtney clarifies, “Okay, no one besides Sasha.”
“Fine.”
Courtney grips the railing, taking another deep breath. A baby. There’s a baby coming. But not just a baby. A person. A person who is gonna grow up and ask questions and get hurt and need her. For some reason, it’s never felt real before this moment. And now...she should be terrified. But instead, she just feels nervous excitement. Which is strange, because like she told Shea, it’s not her baby.
But when she catches Bianca strolling back out of the corner of her eye, a huge grin spreads across her face. It doesn’t matter, she realizes, gazing at her, heart bursting out of her chest. All that matters is that they love each other, and soon enough, a new little person is going to be here. Our little person, Courtney finally allows herself to think.
“What?” Bianca touches her face self-consciously, leaning against the railing beside Courtney. Suddenly just a little too far away for Courtney to bear.
Courtney shakes her head, not finding any words in this moment, instead taking Bianca’s hand and lifting it to her lips, placing a tender kiss against her fingers.
“What’s that for?” Bianca asks.
“No reason…” Courtney says, pulling her close. The warmth of her skin is a perfect contrast to the ocean breeze. “Let’s go back to the dance floor…”
***
“So,” Bob begins. “How are things going?”
“Um...pretty good. I think.” Bianca is careful not to oversell how she’s feeling today. Which is good. Really good. Maybe too good. And she just wants to bask in it for awhile before Bob bursts her bubble.
“Do you feel like the session you had with Courtney was productive?”
“Oh yeah. I mean, I’m not thrilled about your prescription to hold off on sex longer, but,” Bianca chuckles. “I think it was really necessary for me to hear how she felt. That thing you said, about her putting her own needs aside to be there for me-that’s something that I’ve been worried about too.”
“Have you noticed a change?”
“I think so. I’ve been trying to do more for her. Like, to let her know that I don’t need everything to be about me.”
“Such as?”
“Well...uh, we went out with her friends this weekend, which was fun. She hadn’t seen some of them since before I moved in with her. And at first, she wasn’t drinking, because I’m not, but I made sure she knew it was okay, and so then got absolutely hammered on like, two cocktails.” Bianca shakes her head, laughing. “She’s such a lightweight, it’s hilarious.”
“Sounds like she needed to blow off some steam.”
“Yeah, for sure. And like, she’d been driving into work with me every day even though her call time is usually way later than mine. So I made sure she knows that she doesn’t have to do that. Now she’s got more time to herself in the mornings.” Bianca smiles brightly.
“Bianca, I do want you to understand that, as lovely as these gestures are - and I’m not saying to stop, because it sounds like you’re really making an effort to be considerate, and that’s great - it really ultimately is Courtney’s responsibility to make sure that she’s being honest about her needs and desires,” Bob says.
“Yeah, and she is! I mean...usually, she’s like, too honest. TMI is kind of her thing.”
Bob chuckles.
“I think she was just trying to take care of me, you know? And so I’m making sure she knows that I can take care of her too. That it’s like what you said...it has to work both ways.”
“Right. But you also both have to be able to function autonomously.”
“Oh my god, you have so many rules,” Bianca whines, dropping her head into her hands.
“Look, I just don’t want you to go from one type of dysfunctional relationship to another. It would be easy to do that.”
“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Bob laughs again, folding her hands and leveling her gaze directly at Bianca.
“In case it’s not clear, I have a lot of confidence in you, and in Courtney, and your ability to create something long-lasting and fulfilling. That is absolutely within your reach.”
Dimples appear in Bianca’s cheeks as mumbles a modest, “Thanks doc.”
Bob goes back to her pad, jotting down a note and saying, “I’m gonna send you some simple trust-building exercises that you can do together.”
“Oh good,” Bianca says, face screwed up in distaste.
***
Bianca sits on the sofa, working on some beading as the TV drones in the background; the familiar dulcet tones of the Real Housewives strangely soothing. Courtney’s on the floor, playing with the dogs. She’s made some minor progress getting them to fetch, giving them treats every time they deposit a toy into her lap. (Which is only about 5% of the time, but still an improvement from where they started.)
Lulled by the mindless repetition of her work and slightly bored by the endless circular arguments on TV, Bianca finds her attention on Courtney. There’s something a little heavy about her demeanor today, and Bianca worries that maybe she’s holding back again.
“Hey…” Bianca nudges her with a foot, and Courtney turns around to smile at her. Bianca studies the smile closely, trying to figure out what’s behind her eyes before coming to the unfortunate conclusion that she’s not a mind reader. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know. You seem a little...subdued.”
“Mmm…” Courtney leans her head on the back of the couch. “I’m just thinking.”
“About?”
Her nose wrinkles in mild embarrassment and she shakes her head.
“It’s kind of silly.”
“Try me.” Bianca carefully sets her work on the side table, giving Courtney her full attention.
“Just...what might have happened if we’d met under different circumstances. I mean...do you remember when we first met?” Courtney remembers the entire day with perfect clarity. Or at least, she thinks she does. Sometimes it feels like her memory is playing tricks on her - was that initial attraction actually mutual? Was Bianca as receptive to her flirting as it felt at the time?
“Of course.”
“What...what were you thinking? That first day?”
“Um…” Bianca takes a deep breath and lets out a dry chuckle. “Honestly? I was thinking…‘better stay far away, because this girl is bad news. She’s gonna turn your whole world upside-down.’”
Courtney nods, accepting that answer. It’s more or less what she was expecting.
“I was wrong, though.”
“You were?” This, Courtney isn’t prepared for. She looks up at Bianca questioningly.
Bianca nods, taking a beat to think about what she wants to say before replying.
“My world was already upside-down,” she admits. “You turned out to be the only part that was...right side up.”
As Courtney blinks a few times, expression as hard to read as it’s been all day, Bianca feels her stomach tighten. But then, Courtney crawls over to her, buries her face in Bianca’s lap. Bianca caresses her hair, realizing after a moment that Courtney is crying, and is overcome with tenderness for her, wishing she’d done it all differently. Praying that she can make Courtney feel as secure and loved and treasured as she deserves. Bianca tilts Courtney’s chin up, brushing her tears away with her fingers.
“I just...hate the idea of being some kind of homewrecker,” Courtney confesses, sniffling. “It’s so cheap and gross and...ugh.”
“You didn’t wreck my home,” Bianca tells her, hands cupping her face gently, delicately, as if she might break. “You are my home.”
Courtney climbs up onto the couch, flinging herself into Bianca’s arms. Bianca rocks her, holding her tight, trying to infuse her limbs with all the love and devotion she feels.
***
The zipper is literally just out of reach, Bianca realizes, huffing slightly. In spite of Courtney’s continued insistence that she looks ‘exactly the same,’ Bianca knows her body, and she knows that she’s put on weight. She may not have a visible bump yet, but she’s definitely feeling fatter and more awkward than ever. Before she can worry too much about it, though, Courtney comes up behind her.
Without being asked, Courtney slowly pulls up the zipper, catching Bianca’s eyes in the mirror and giving her an affectionate smile.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“Do you think you can help me with this necklace, too?”
“Of course.” Courtney takes the necklace and fastens it, pressing a kiss to her bare neck in the process.
Bianca leans back, taking a few moments to enjoy Courtney’s arms around her before she finishes getting ready.
“You know, you’re the absolute best…” Bianca murmurs.
“Mmm, say it again.”
Bianca laughs, replying, “Nope. Sorry, one compliment a day is all you get.”
“Bummer.”
***
The whole yoga concept was Courtney’s idea. When Bianca came home from a meeting with Asia tense and full of anxiety, she sprang into action, doing a bunch of research to find the best and most relaxing poses for early pregnancy, putting together a customized program “so that you and little Keith Urban Del Rio can de-stress and get some exercise in a chill way.”
Bianca pretends to hate the idea, grumbling as Courtney sets up the living room with mats and puts on a playlist of meditation music. Courtney ignores this, powering through with a smile.
“Remember, I’m not a certified teacher-”
“Thanks, I’m well aware-”
“So make sure you tell me if anything hurts, and we’ll stop right away,” she instructs, before demonstrating the first pose.
After a few minutes, Bianca forgets to complain and just relaxes into it, following Courtney’s calm instructions, guiding her and giving her careful adjustments, being as supportive and encouraging as always. By the end, Bianca lays in the final pose, admitting with some contrition that her body feels great.
“Yay! Oh my god, I’m so good at this!” Courtney exclaims, clapping gleefully.
“Talented and so humble,” Bianca says.
“Oh yeah. I think...it’s hard to decide whether my talent or humility is the most extraordinary thing about me-”
Unable to hold back her laughter any longer, Bianca turns to her and proclaims, “You’re dumb.”
“Mmm, no, I’m actually quite gifted.”
“Uh huh.”
“Yeah, my intelligence is probably the only thing more remarkable than my humility and talent, to be honest,” she says, with such a thoughtful expression that Bianca bursts out laughing again.
“I’m glad you’re so self-aware.”
“Oh yeah, I am! Okay, so it goes...exceptional talent, amazing humility, genius-level intelligence, and like, profound self-awareness. Top qualities.” Courtney flutters her lashes.
“And a nice ass,” Bianca adds.
“Right...god, I’m amazing. How do you stand it?”
Bianca grins, reaching for her hand and pulling her back down to the mat for a kiss.
“I manage.”
Courtney laces their fingers together, giggling, resting a head on Bianca’s shoulder.
“Do you think this counts as nonsexual intimacy?” Courtney asks.
Bianca furrows her brow. After a beat, she asks, “You didn’t come?”
Courtney bursts out laughing, rolling over onto her back while Bianca laughs along with her, dimples deep in her cheeks. If nonsexual intimacy was the name of the game, then making Courtney laugh like this was just about the best thing she could ask for.
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SD/R2 OMO HEADCANONS (Pt1)
Decided it was probably time for me to post a list of my omo hcs for this game since I did the THH chars! Like with the other list, I'll be excluding a couple I have no interest in thinking of omo content of (in this case, Hiy/oko and Teru/teru). I'm breaking this one into multiple posts throughout the week as I compile my thoughts (I'll add a link to all of them on the fic masterlist page later so you can find them all) because I feel this is gonna be a lot longer than my THH post haha!
Here we go, the first 3 (or 4) chars! Please stop reading now if you don't want spoilers for the game bc there will be several!!!
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Gun/dham:
* I firmly hc him as vegetarian (not vegan. He will consume byproducts like milk/cheese/eggs/etc, but only harvested himself or from small farms/sources that he has personally vetted/researched where he knows 100% that the creatures are treated ethically.)
* That's actually not omo-related besides milk oops but it relates to my next point, which is that for the most part he prefers Natural food/drink. Water, fruit or vegetable juices/smoothies, etc. He's not really used to strange 'Human' confections like soda or coffee, so the caffeine and diuretics hit him hard and fast and make it difficult for him to estimate how much time he has. It also makes him jittery/hyped as hell which Does Not Help.
* As long as he isn't screwed over by caffeine or a ton of drinks, he has a decently strong bladder and can hold for a long time. He has a lot of practice from hiding/waiting to help certain animals, laying trapped under sleeping cats/dogs, etc. And also avoiding public restrooms like the Plagues they are for most of the day...
* He's bladdershy AF and has been since early childhood. I saw he had signs drawn on the doors/curtain in his room during my playthrough (including the bathroom) and that is definitely his safezone. Can't go outside either bc 1. He's paranoid he'll be seen by other ppl and 2. That feels disrespectful to the nature deities despite the logic that animals do it all the time. He knows that's dumb and he hates himself for it.
* Sometimes I do like to ignore the bladdershy hc just for some variety. Even in that case tho he'd still be a bit of a diva about which public bathrooms he uses. If it's gross or weird he's gonna avoid it/complain/refuse to go even if bursting. He's stubborn af
* We all know he canonically goes commando. Therefore he is in extra danger because any leaks will go straight to his pants RIP Since he usually wears black it isn't that visable (as long as it's just a bit and not a full wetting), but if he ever has to wear smth else u know he's screwed c':
* He's not very vocal when desperate at all. Mostly strangled whines or grunts (only when alone or if so urgent he can't hide it), he's just so easily embarrassed that he can choke most sound.
* He can also hide his body language pretty well. He can manage to keep himself to rigid posture and the occasional shudder or fidget if needed. Only when he's beyond caught and about to wet will he resort to obvious grabs or dances in front of others.
* Even if he wet he wouldn't cry (I don't seem him crying much for anything tbh, barring extreme things like death). He's angry at himself and extremely ashamed. He would get red as a tomato, attempt to slink away and avoid any witnesses for several days. Could get snippy or hide in his shell all pitiful, depending on the person.
* When alone or sure he can't be caught, he'll fidget more once things are dire. Mostly his long-ass legs. Jiggling, crossing, bending at the knees or bouncing up and down, shuffling from foot-to-foot, everything. He doesn't really do much with his hands beyond a quick crotch-squeeze.
* He'd def let Haj/ime or So/nia dom tf out of him as far as making him hold/lose control, he's submissive and enjoys the challenging test of limits. However, I could also see him totally having a thing for 'marking' his partners during the times he doms.
So/nia:
* Lowkey has a bladder of steel tbh, tho you'd never expect it by looking at her. It takes a lot to get her desperate and even more for her to crack enough to show her needs to others.
* She had a lot of long lectures/lessons, meetings, social events, formal balls, etc. growing up, so she just got used to waiting a lot between breaks so as not to interrupt or be rude to her guests. This also makes her wicked good at remaining completely calm on the outside and keeping the quiver out of her tone even when she's absolutely dying.
* Even once people know her problem, she would NEVER grab herself or dance. Literally the most you'll get out of her is legs crossed at the ankles. For the most part the only sign of her desperation is the slight fullbody shivering where she has her muscles and posture strained. If you're very lucky she may wince or her voice will start shaking/get breathy (her breathing gets super fast and shallow when at her absolute limit. Like nearly hyperventilating fast).
* While not shy at all about asking/telling others where she's going, she was raised with manners. She refuses to interrupt while others are busy, and will wait until she feels the time is appropriate to but into convos or leave the room, even if that could take a long time. She will not skip out on a group task if she can help it bc she feels very strongly about doing her part and not coming off as a slacker (so group investigations/new island exploring/building for Us/ami in Island Mode are all LONG tasks she will force herself to stick out without complaint, even if she's about to wet herself).
* Despite being a princess, she definitely doesn't view anything as being 'beneath' her. If someone asks her to just go outside/in a sketchy place/strange receptacle, she'll do it without question as soon as they agree to glance away. In fact, sometimes it's actually a little thrilling.
* If she did wet herself she would certainly be embarrassed, maybe even teary-eyed depending on the situation/who was around. However, it certainly isn't the end of the world for her, and she would be able to brush it off fairly easily once she got cleaned up and had a chance to breathe. Could probably start making jokes about it by the next day, or just wait patiently for everyone to forget about it.
* Probably has a big piss kink (for others. She isn't much on doing holds herself, minus an occasional 'Damsel in Distress' type roleplay). And honestly just a big one for domming others (sometimes sweetly, sometimes cold/cruel like True Royalty). She looks cute but She Nasty (tm). Gun/dham and Haji/me (to a lesser extent, bc his smart-ass take-no-shit attitude makes him a bit of a brat sometimes lol) are her bitches.
M/ikan (I have to split hers in two bc I have polar opposite hcs) :
Non-Despair M/ikan -
* Is every bit as shy uwu ohnoooo~ as you'd imagine. Super blushy and fidgety and teary-eyed but never admits what's wrong even once it's obvious, to the point of potty-dancing in place (but she's Totally Fine she can hang in there and doesn't need to stop what she's doing)! You literally have to drag her away to the bathroom if u don't want her to have an accident. Would rather die than inconvenience anyone by telling them she has to go, will berate herself for the inconvenience when that backfires and she's made a mess of herself, 120% convinced everyone hates her and p much refuses any comfort bc she's so trapped in the spiral. Bawls her eyes out.
* If on a rare occasion she does work up the nerve to speak up and is denied, that's it. She will not dare ask again even if the person didn't realize how badly she had to go. Nope. Clearly her only option is to hold it until she can't anymore, or until she's alone and can run off by herself.
*Also she totally would whimper to herself in The Worst omo video star voice lmao "Oh noooo I'm leaking into my panties~, it's cOmIng OuTtttt~ uwu uwu uwu" (i'm not making fun of those istg but u know Exactly what 'sexy baby' voice I mean. That is Mi/kan. Don't be so fake bitch We Know u didn't fall spread eagle naturally)
* Says 'Potty' unironically. It's the only word she uses for the bathroom.
* Surprisingly not bladdershy at all. She's actually the opposite. Will go Anywhere (but will be embarrassed while doing it).
* She's used to holding a lot bc afraid to leave class/stuck helping patients for hours on end. However while she has a wicked high capacity and stays very hydrated, she has pretty shaky control. Leaks A LOT, be it in general or bc she gets startled/nervous. She's like a chihuahua lmao. She wears medical liners when on duty as a nurse or during school, but for general hangouts she forgoes them (totally bc she forgot and Not bc she wanted to show her wet panties off to strangers/peers when she falls again, that would be Slu/tty and Improper).
* Once held for ages and then ended up wetting herself just bc Hiy/oko told her to. It wasn't actually a request, just a one-off snippy comment that H forgot about like 10 min after she said it and walked away. When she found out Mi/kan took it seriously she absolutely lost it laughing for the next few days
*Her potty dances include lots of thighs rubbing together/hunching over, hands wandering dangerously close only to pause and grip her skirt/dress hem, hopping from leg to leg and shaking at the knees. She's pitiful when desperate and very cute. Pants and whimpers near constantly, nibbles at her knuckles to try and muffle it.
* Knows when she's at risk of actual damage from holding, but it's still a 50/50 shot of whether she'll break down and go or keep trying to hold. She knows it's unwise, but due to her complete lack of self worth she doesn't really care if her own body is damaged.
* That said, she monitors everyone else very closely and will harass them firmly to take breaks if they're at risk.
Despair/True Mik/an -
* MASSIVE PISS KI/NK. Loves to be dommed/told to hold until she wets. LOVES to do the same to others and tell them all the mean things for a change. She will borderline Break You.
* Takes great satisfaction in watching others struggle. If given an opportunity to make others desperate/prevent them from getting to a bathroom without revealing herself, she will definitely take it. She has no sympathy.
* The Queen of lacing things with diuretics, but can also often find that boring/too easy. A bit disdainful of that method tbh.
* Tying ppl down to hold or hooking them to IVs and 'misplacing' the call button is more her style.
* Used to hold for Jun/ko a lot to appease her. Would be willing to hold for Na/gito, but tbh he's just as willing to hold for her so it's a bit of a stalemate and they've yet to work out who does what.
* Will piss on her victim/lover while staring them directly in the eyes. Does not flinch. She toes the line between sexy and just plain creepy lol
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Can we get your fav homemade Italian recipe please? Like a classic Carbonara or whatever your signature recipe that doesn’t come out of a jar is
From a jar?!? Lol what’s that I don’t know her.
Hmmmmmmm lemme see.
I could give you my nan’s meatballs or even better....our town’s meat casoncelli ( loose and homeade ravioli drenched in melted and a bit charred butter, infused with sage )’s recipe but then I’d have to kill you.
But my Carbonara is pretty famous between my peeps.
Sooooo
( first you can find this recepie in my fic serie “epiphany” ...yes I’m autopromoting myself die mad about it)
Anyway.
Go buy:
- Guanciale , Pork cheek( yes yes you can use bacon ,whatever, better smoked tho)
- eggs ( better fresh ones, or at least be sure they are safe to eat a bit raw, I know...metal af right?). The quantity depends how many people there are, usually one egg per person plus one. So if you are in 4 , you need to use 5 eggs.
- spaghetti ( 100g each.....ahahahahahahahahahahahahahah yeah sure just dump all that shit in ,who cares yolo)
-black pepper ( the unrefined one, you need to grate that shit)
- PECORINO ROMANO ( AH-AH you thought I would say Parmigiano?!? Nope, pecorino is the traditional sheep cheese that goes on carbonara, but you can use parmigiano too)
Yup that’s it
1) take that sweet sweet pork cheek and cut it into cubes, little ones ( for the love of god don’t cut the fat away, unless it’s just a cube of fat, no one what to bite into that gooey shit).
2) put oil or butter ( or both lol whatever we do that yolo) in a pan and let it get hot hot hot.
3) dump in that glorious pork and let it sizzle ( YES it will get oil everywhere if you don’t get your kitchen dirty have you even cooked ?!)
4) while that shit get all golden and crunchy , take a deep pan and fill it with fresh water. Put it on the stove and get that flame high.
WARNING PORN
5) when the bacon is nice and golden , kill the flame and let it rest in the pan, bathing in that grease
6) while the water start to warm up, break the eggs into a bowl, but the last one use only the yolk .
NOW BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT UNTIL YOUR ARM FALLS OFF .
Add salt and pepper to taste ( yes you need to tast those raw eggs you pussy ) and then dunk in some a shit ton of cheese in it and
BEAT THAT SHIT AGAIN UNTIL YOUR OTHER ARM FALLS OFF.
7) but wait!!! Now the water is boiling!!! Quick put in the pasta !!!
RECORD SCRATCH
Great you just ruined everything.
Take a fistfull of unrefined salt and put 👏🏻that👏🏻shit👏🏻into👏🏻the👏🏻water👏🏻 you can do that as SaltBae meme IDC, just do it.
Now you can put in the Spaghetti ( i use spaghetti because I prefer long pasta but you can use maccheroni too , but I will judge you).
8) the spaghetti are in and now your pan looks like this?
PERFECT.
Coax them , push them down slowly with your hand as they soften until they slide under water.
That sounded sexy tho
UNDER WATER, pasta needs to swims in the fucking water.
9) now you fucking wait.
10) ok this is a trick that not all people knows, when the pasta is cooking and boiling, grab a spoon and take some of that starch rich water on the very surface and put it in the egg mixture. It will make the sauce creamy ( no fucking need for damn cream see?!? Healthy)
11) let’s test the pasta. If you take one spaghetto and throw it to the wall , I’ll throw your ass out the windows.
Take a damn fork.
Fish out a damn spaghetto.
Blow on the damn thing ( if you are weak)
Pick it up with your fingers ( or just use the fork whatever )
BITE HALF OF IT to see if the core is still raw and hard. Anyway if the thing is ok by you then the pasta is ready. Al dente isn’t always loved.
11) before draining the pasta, switch on the stove on low flame and get that bacon warm again .
12) ok this needs to be done quickly,
dump that drained pasta ( don’t drain too much tho...remember...creamy sauce) in the bacon pan and let that sweet bacon juice coat the pasta.
Now it’s the eggs turn, pour that golden shit in, but don’t raise the flame.
Now it’s the moment where there are no rules. I mean mix the thing until you want it. You can have it really running, or just a bit or over cooked. Whatever you prefer it’s still good.
13) now you can serve, AND IF I SEE YOU USE THE LADLE TO SERVE TINY ASS SWIRLY PORTION I’M GONNA SMACK YOU.
AND IF I SEE YOU PUT SOME GREEN SHIT OVER THE TOP TO “DECORATE” I’M GONNA SMACK YOU.
THE BACON IS THE DECORATION, THE BACON.
Also put over more Pecorino and pepper if you want .
Aaand it’s done.
Ya welcome
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Vegan pizza. The BEST vegan pizza made with a garlic-herb crust, simple tomato sauce, TONS of sauteed veggies, and vegan parmesan cheese. Thin crust, tons of flavor, and ridiculously satisfying. With these easy Vegan Pizza Bites, you get all of the delicious flavors of pizza in bite-size form.
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The ingredients needed to make Vegan pizza:
{Get of pizza:.
{Take of pizza crust dough.
{Prepare 1/2 C of each of red, green, orange bell peppers, loosely chopped.
{Take 1/3 C of red onion, chopped.
{Get 1 C of mushrooms, chopped.
{Prepare 1/2 tsp of each of dried or fresh basil, oregano, & garlic powder.
{Take 1/4 tsp of sea salt.
{Get of sauce:.
{Take 1-15 oz of can tomato sauce or 6oz tomato paste.
{Prepare 1/2 tsp of each dried or fresh basil, oregano, garlic powder, sugar.
{Get to taste of sea salt.
{Make ready of toppings.
{Prepare 1/2 C of vegan parmesan cheese.
{Take 1/2 C of vegan Mozzarella cheese (GoVeggie & Daiya are good brands).
Recreate the classic combo with cashew mozzarella. This best vegan pizza recipe is a total crowd pleaser! The veggie pizza toppings are so full of flavor no one notices it's cheeseless. What are your "I could never"s?
Steps to make Vegan pizza:
Preheat oven to 425 degrees and position a rack in the middle of the oven.
Bring large Skillet to medium Heat. Once hot, add 1 tbsp olive oil, onion and peppers. Seasoned with salt herbs and stir. Cook until soft and slightly charred, about 10 to 15 minutes adding the mushrooms in the last few minutes. Set aside.
Prepare sauce by adding tomato sauce to a mixing bowl and adding seasonings and salt to taste. Adjust seasonings as needed. Set aside. Note: if using tomato paste and water to thin until desired consistency to reach.
Roll out dough onto a floured surface and transfer to a parchment-lined round baking sheet. You're going to have the pizza with parchment directly to the oven to properly crisp the crust, so any round object will do, as it's not actually going into the oven..
Top with desired amount of tomato sauce you will most likely have leftovers and sprinkle Parmesan cheese and mozzarella and the sautéed veggies..
Use the baking sheet to gently slide the pizza directly onto the oven rack with parchment underneath otherwise it's going to fall through..
I baked mine for 15 minutes at 425 so it all depends on your oven I like mine crisp and golden brown on top.
I always top my pizza with extra parmesan cheese and mozzarella then you can add dried oregano and red pepper flakes after if you'd like. The leftovers keep well..
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"Healthcare" farce.
The other day I as usual requested a renewal for two medicines I've used for 15 years - the right stuff. Instead a nurse booked a meeting, claiming that "the doctors" said to meet for renewal, in my journal! Changing, gaslighting.
What is normal is for a doctor to schedule a summons ffs! Instead they had changed the predicted renewal to beg for a needless appointment then! Rotten to the core frauds!! 🤬
This was the continuation from last year, where a nurse had commented that they had free time for "your spirometry", a useless service that I am not in need of at all given that the dosage is already correct, and minimal! The doctor then only renewed for one, rather than the usual four times - a year supply - apparantly going with the nurse by imposing an artificial limitation on the availability of my medicine to push needless services on me! Thus, they callously created artificial demand! I complained about that to the healtcare inspector authority, but never heard from them. Useless. 🙄
Back to today... I naturally unbooked the appointment since I hadn't requested that. Then I went to an emergency room since I had no medicine left. They agreed to prescribe a limited amount, though their function is not to renew prescriptions. The nurse was victim blaming though, needlessly playing devils advocate. So I got my medicine for now anyway.
I will complain to the healthcare inspectors about the begging to be needed despite my chronic condition remaining unchanged. They put my life at risk by playing games - sadistically trying to push needless services on me - instead of delivering on them medicines upon request ffs!
I will schedule an appointment at another clinic than the unreliable beggar one, then really iron in that I do need my medicine upon request, nothing else!
I will not submit to needless check-ups just because of some abusive nurse once had time to spare for needless spirometry, and the groupthink that ensued! I do not exist to fill their slots! That ain't "care", that's blackmail and fraud! I ain't no slave! 🤬
And so, guess what... I will henceforth REFUSE TO LET ANY DOCTOR TOUCH ME AT ALL!! Minimize that! 🤯
AND I will still get the medicine I am entitled to, given my chronic condition.
Ah yes, touching privaleges removed! The client has spoken. 🤫
I am not to be trifled with! 🧐
I am not to be trifled with! 🧐
I am not to be trifled with! 🧐
I'll update, and link this post once I have complained to the inspector about the bad practise, etc.
Update 1: The farce continues.
The new clinic are playing sick games. Will put together a collage of screenshots later.
One "doctor" claimed I don't have asthma, an official diagnosis according to my journal, going against all previous observations from my childhood and adulthood! They then neglected to schedule a meeting, instead a doctor instructed a nurse nurse to tell me to ask for an appointment for the purpose of getting another diagnosis! I commented my objection to the deranged claim in a note in my journal. 🙄
I called the head of the clinic, who was on vacation. I then called IVO (healthcare inspection authority), who were not available by phone like their homepage claims, instead running an unadvertised schedule during summer. I then inquired through the IVO website how a primary care doctor is allowed to go about when questioning a diagnosis. I will lodge a complaint regarding this negligence - grasping for straws to falsely contradict a lifetime of doctors, out of malice! 🙄
After I sent the request again, adding my strong assertion that the other doctors are correct, the clinic today - on the 25:th of July - scheduled an appointment for the 19:th of August, far from their obligation BY LAW of maximum 3 days for a primary care appointment (90 days for specialist). I added a note of the negligence in my journal. 🙄
I then sent my request yet again, where I also inform them of the negligence, and that I will lodge complaints to the IVO regarding the failures.
I have chronic asthma without a doubt. I went to visit a specialist doctor/researcher during my entire childhood! A rolemodel for his field, they call him in the news article below. I'll include pictures or scans of part of the journal for the upcoming collage.
He expressed concern for me upon my transfer to a specialist for adults in the 90:s... rightfully so given this farce from these primary care "caregivers", who are playing games and now a "doctor" even falsely questioned my asthma diagnosis - which is backed up by a ton of data from my childhood, and adulthood. 🙄
(https://www.sydsvenskan.se/2008-06-15/tony-foucard-foregangsman-inom-barnallergologi)
(Salmeterol is a long-acting beta-adrenoceptor agonist. We later opted out of the study since we'd get charged more for the medicine, but I was prescribed it later and it is a component of the medicine I have used for 15 years that I am trying to get a renewed prescription for.)
Instead of believing in the diagnosis first set and observed by specialist doctors way back, primary care employees are now taking turns sadistically abusing me together by playing with my life - attempting to cause emotional distress and mortality salience, as a part of yet another monstrous obedience training - the latest unspoken excuse for deranged sadistic punishment is my refusal to be touched - only warranting my mistrust 100%! Here is the kicker... since I have suffocated so often from my lifelong asthma, I don't get stressed from asthmatic symptoms since that costs precious oxygen. 🙄
I will not be silenced by malpractice, and will indeed never let them touch me! It is the duty of the primary care to take this seriously and make sure my journal says not to touch me for, ffs! That IS my boundry, which no healthcare staff shall violate! It is utter incompetence to fail to take notice! 🤬
Go ahead and shamelessly beat the dead horse... burn the charred bridges that you still can't cross... sink the shipwreck you are in... the deep mistrust is still gonna be there, as it is obviously well deserved! 🙄
Again, none has taken notice of my assertion of refusal to be touched - A doctor I have never met opted instead to abuse me by disagreeing with my lifelong diagnosis, as a punishment. 🙄
Given the psychological torture I am being subjected to by sadistic "primary care" staff, I will indeed lodge a complaint to the IVO before long. 🙄
Update 2 (2019-07-28):
This patient is happy with the medicine and happy with the CORRECT diagnosis, despite the debased attempt above to force ME to suggest otherwise in order for them to provide service. ⚠️🙄
My DEAD SERIOUS no touching boundary for the healthcare staff keeps getting stonewalled. Boundary issues detected! 🕳️🙄
I predicted I'd get the silent treatment next, and thus asked for a specialist doctor. AND I put in an request to renew my prescription for the medicine that does the trick anyway, despite the propagated false claim that it doesn't. It does though. 🛑🙄
Update 3 (2019-08-02):
The other day, I finally got an appointment within a reasonable timeframe, for today. I immediately voiced my reservations in a note in my journal given that I was now to meet the same doc who got things so wrong (including the category, that looked like a physical meeting though it was a non-physical).
I went to the appointment earlier and am now chilling, some time after having gone out again to pick up the medicine.
The head of the clinic - a psychologist - joined the meeting, perhaps having gotten passed my complaint to this patient committee/authority thing since they had called me the day before after I filled in a form (only to minimize my grievance and undermine me though).
I tried to convey my personality and at the suggestion of spirometry and a lung x-ray to see if anything is amiss for instance, I said I can tell things are the same and that x-rays are carcinogenic, respectively. The doc then argued that tobacco causes cancer too, to which I said that is why to not add more risk since I would not submit to be treated for cancer anyway, and that my level of non-attachment includes my own life (I had mentioned my father passed away when I was 18, since we talked about my scool years, and that it was not "must have been difficult" to me). Such is my personality.
Anyway, we then discussed my medication. I requested an aerosol bronchodilator and an aerosol chamber instead of the powder, and suggested to go back to having separate salmeterol, to enable to cut down on the anti-inflammatory corticostereoids (salmeterol can never be prescribed alone though).
Now I'm prescribed Serevent Discus (50 microg salmeterol) twice a day, and Flutide Evohaler (125 microg fluticasone) 1-2 doses, twice a day - instead of the combination one, Seretide 50/250 twice. Also Ventoline Evohaler (salbutamol). GSK city.
The end of the too long story, I hope. There you have it.
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One year in review
That���s it! The OH IT’S BEEN ONE YEAR post is here!
The closer my first anniversary was, the more excited I got, and the more thoughts I gathered for one “summary” post. Now that it’s time, suddenly, bam, all of them gone. :’> *wipes sweat*
Recently I had someone asking about my progression and how I managed to get there (???? where? derp). Well, I guess, I could just start telling about my first deeds in GW2, and then see if I can add something.
This might or might not be relevant, but I come from Wakfu, a colorful 2D game with turn-based combat. It’s cool visually, but also has terrible management issues, lack of developer care, one of the worst customer supports ever, list goes on.. I played it since 2012, and year by year, only grew angry, disappointed and hurt. That was like an abusive relationship I couldn’t get out of. I refused to try different genre and engine games. Finally, @aketan / @flame-squad / Rika got me lowkey interested in GW2 (she was commenting expressively while playing, and I peeked over her shoulder), I decided to try it. And stayed. Migrating to a real-time 3D game wasn’t easy! Yet, it was my lifesaver decision. GW2 has everything that I wish was there in Wakfu. It took me several months, if not a year, to get fully “healed”, to recover from the bad game and start believing that good games exist. When I had to contact GW2 support, I was touched to tears.. Everything and everyone is so nice here.
That wall of text was a foreword! Or explanation why I’m so excited and grateful about every aspect of GW2.
I started without putting too much thought into the char creation, as a result, now I have yet another main whose name is literally foreign language swearing or pun. GG me. After having been completely lost and confused by the controls (I LITERALLY ran backwards and yelled), after having a short but comprehensive lesson from bff, I started derping around on my own. I think I was only guided until lvl 5 or so, then my buddy let me do whatever I want. I come from a sandbox-wannabe game so it didn’t take me forever to get comfortable and set my first goals. Of course, I had a shit ton of questions, which I didn’t hesitate to spam Rika with. It’s cool to have someone ready to explain you the basics and patiently show you things. :D My several first days, or even weeks, were intense. I didn’t rush levels, but was eager to see the world. It was so amazing to me that I was spending 8-10 hours a day, running around, completing maps. I started in Metrica but quickly wandered away to Caledon (”oh! a portal?!”), where I spent a handful of time then.
With such a desire to discover and observe, and after having seen the title you’re awarded for 100% world map completion, I set it as my first ultimate goal. I approached it rather seriously, and had an incredibly fun time, at least until I had only Orr left undiscovered. x’D As a squishy (and slow, and dumb) ele, I was frightened and a bit discouraged by the amount of, well, deaths here. If I recall correctly, I still wore yellows at that time, although I was 80. Rika helped me and accompanied me for a bit. Orr was tough and I legit cried out of anger and frustration when I was alone, but that was the only unpleasant moment in entire year, and only because I wasn’t good at the game yet.
In the meantime, I was leveling my first alt, human engi. Do you actually remember that f2p accounts only allow 2 chars? Later, after buying HoT, I finally got loose.
They say, you always remember the place where you finished your first world map. For me, and oddly enough, for Rika, it was Field of Ruins. We reached the last POI at the same time, and, boy, did it feel great. My first big accomplishment. It dropped like.. Like a norn fart in a moot (c) Jory \o/ I still use the title btw, “been there, done that”. \o/
Then, there was a relatively dull period before buying HoT. I focused on doing my personal story, maxing out my alt and getting into crafting. The latter quickly became addictive to me. It’s so smooth, fun and exciting in GW2. Artificer was my first discipline, and after getting the hang of it, I breezed through 100-500 in a single day’s course.
That’s what the progression of my first 4-5 months looked like! I still was f2p, did only open world content and had one person to play with. I’m my own boss so it’s up to me to decide if I want to spend 30 minutes or 8 hours ingame.
HoT was a blessing in every aspect possible! I never regretted buying it, never regretted taking my time and not buying it earlier though - I needed that f2p scrub time to learn the basics, and to appreciate all the convenience and QoL improvements that come with HoT.
That’s where the real game starts, if I could say that. Core Tyria is by all means amazing, but you can go only this far if your account has those market and mail restrictions.. I used to enjoy playing market in Wakfu (while it was still alive) and I was excited to try it in GW2. When I bought the expansion and got my account fully functional, I got some skins and dyes ahead of all, then proceeded with crafting since I was really addicted to it and excited to max all the disciplines as my medium priority goal.
GW2 is encouraging altoholism! So I found myself leveling a third character (tried revenant and didn’t notice how I got her to level 20-ish and it was too late to delete), then fourth, fifth, then more char slots.. You see my weakness. I quickly realized the perks of having alts: storage, gathering, alternative personal stories, so on. When you’re an altoholic, plus you have yet to finish gearing up your main, plus you can barely hold yourself from leveling another crafting discipline.. RIP GOLD. I never had more than 30-100g at that time period.
Since market and wealth are one of my biggest passions ingame, I learned ways to earn me some coins, one by one. It’s not that hard if you’re a patient gatherer like me. Just run around, chop trees, collect ore and herbs.. I enjoy it so much, maybe it’s grind for someone, but I find it relaxing. Also it brings you gold. \o/ I found a few niche crafts that I could keep making and selling, then got familiar with market flipping, still not doing it like “big daddies” do, I might be too inefficient and lazy at it. But still, I found my own stable sources of income. Not gonna lie, the game just seems to like me and spoils occasionally. I don’t wanna brag, but there was like 4 precursor drops for me, 2 from mystic toilet, 2 practically dropped from the sky. I might be a little luckier than the average player. But that’s well deserved given how much suffering I had in Wakfu. :’D
When we talk about luck, we can’t avoid mentioning gambling. I learned about mystic toilet quite early, but never was a slave to it. Tarrktun has a bit more power over me, but I’ve never lost too much, only gained little by little. Black Lion Keys are the most evil gambling aspect if you ask me, I’ve spent quite a bit of money on those, though sometimes got nice things in exchange. Either gold to gems or gems for real money, I don’t mind spending it on Anet since they very, very well deserve it.
Given my passion, patience and luck, you must think I should be filthy rich by now.. Hah. :’DD Sadly, I’m just as good at spending as I’m at earning! I blew a lot of money on my own “needs” and “wants” and “why not”s, I keep investing into long term sales, I also often buy gifts for my buddies, mostly Rika. Money comes, money goes. GW2efficiency says my account is worth 14k gold currently. Not a bad progress for a year, I suppose.
So.. My biggest interests and playstyle are gold wars, fashion wars, altoholism.. I became quite a lore geek, completed PS, LS2, available LS3 episodes & most of current events, most of HoT? I should finish it but I procrastinate for some reason.
My current achievement number is 7610, mastery rank is 129 iirc. I’m not a casual derp anymore, but still too afraid to fail in front of strangers so I don’t really do dungeons or fractals. I mean I DO, when my bff literally holds my hand and goes there with me, then 3 strangers vs two of us is tad bit less scary. My combat skill, my reflexes and reactions are rather pathetic, even if I got significantly better after HoT and LS3 maps. I must train more, so recently I made a tanky character to practice, I hope to get good enough to clear story mode dungeons and low level fractals alone. Maybe I’m being too hard at myself, but combat skill has practically the biggest influence in this game, so I must git gud, at least acceptable, so I don’t feel ashamed to play with other people and don’t let them down. :’D
I’m a pve trash. Tried WvW and don’t mind coming here again, but not too much. PvP is a big no-no. Just.. Not my thing. Never. Not with my current skill and mindset (people = stress).
I’ve still got a mind-boggling amount of things to do. Personal goals, mere achievements, secrets and mysteries I’m yet to uncover, lore things to read. Maybe I’ll play GW1 one day, if there’s ever a discount sale. \;w;/ I’m super curious about every tiny bit of lore, also want some skins that are exclusive to GW1. That pleasant, sweet feeling that there’s so much interesting things ahead. I will take my time and never grind anything to frustration, for example, I’ve been working on my first leg, Sunrise, on and off and I’ll wait several months more, until I get all the clovers from the monthly chest. I don’t sweat it and just enjoy the game however I see it. Feelsgoodman.
I hope I managed to answer that person’s question, how did I get where I’m currently? Just took my time, learned my own pace and enjoyed every minute I spent online. Love the game, and it will love you back. \o/
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