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JAMES?
pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count : 1.2k
Warnings : Just general fluff
Summary : When you call Bucky âJamesââa name no one else dares to useâhe reveals to a stunned Steve and Sam.
Authors Note : Hey yâall iâm back!!! Enjoy this fic đ
You stood quietly in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his temples, and his jaw was set in that stubborn way it always was when he refused to admit he was hurting. You let out a soft sigh. You hated seeing him like thisâso hard on himself, so weighed down by things he didnât deserve to carry.
He didnât notice you at first, too lost in his own storm. But you stepped forward, not hesitating for a second.
âJames.â
Your voice cut through the room like a blade, soft yet sharp enough to reach him. The sound made him freeze mid-punch, his metal fist stopping inches from the bag. His head turned slowly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, the tension in his shoulders melted. His gaze softened in a way that made your heart ache, because you knewâyou knewâno one else ever got to see him like this.
âHey,â he murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something warmer. Something vulnerable.
Steve, halfway through a set of sit-ups in the corner, dropped to the floor in disbelief. âWaitâwhat?â
Sam, leaning lazily against the wall with a water bottle in hand, nearly spit out his drink. âHold the hell up,â he said, straightening. âDid she just call you James?â
Steve sat up fully now, wiping his forehead with his shirt and glaring at Bucky like heâd just witnessed a miracle. âShe did. Andââ his voice faltered as he pointed a finger at Bucky, ââyouâre okay with it?â
Bucky glanced at Steve, then at Sam, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But when he looked back at you, something in his expression shifted. He shrugged, completely unbothered. âYeah. So?â
Samâs jaw practically hit the floor. âSo? You nearly ripped my arm off when I tried calling you that one time!â
Steve nodded furiously. âHeâs not exaggerating. You said, and I quote, âDonât ever call me that again unless you want to find out how fast I can break your jaw.ââ
âExactly!â Sam threw his hands up. âAnd now she just waltzes in here, says James like itâs nothing, and youâreâwhat? Cool with it?â
Buckyâs gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. âSheâs not you.â
âOh, no, we get that,â Sam said sarcastically. âBut why the hell is she the exception?â
Bucky didnât answer right away. His hand flexed at his sideâflesh and metal bothâbut his focus stayed on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face as if grounding himself. Finally, he said, quietly but with conviction, âBecause sheâs mine.â
The silence that followed was deafening. Steve and Sam exchanged a lookâa mixture of shock, disbelief, and maybe even a little amusementâbut neither of them dared to speak.
You, however, raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as you fought back a smile. âYours, huh?â
Buckyâs ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didnât back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. âYeah. Mine.â
âGod,â Sam muttered, dragging a hand down his face. âThis is so disgustingly soft, I think Iâm gonna puke.â
âAgreed,â Steve said, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he stood up. âYou two can have your⌠moment. Weâll leave.â
As the door closed behind them, you turned back to Bucky, who was already watching you like you were the only thing that mattered. His expression had softened completely now, the rough edges smoothed out into something raw, something real.
âJames,â you said again, stepping closer, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his lips parted slightly like he needed to hear it just one more time.
âYeah?â he murmured, his voice quieter now.
âYouâve been at this for hours,â you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his face. âCome take a break.â
He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something. âI just⌠I didnât want to bother you. I needed to work it out.â
âJames,â you said, firmer this time, and his breath hitched like the sound of his name from your lips alone was enough to shake him. âYou donât have to do this alone. Not anymore.â
His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and his handâmetal and warm and steadyâreached up to wrap around yours. He held it there, against his cheek, like he was afraid you might pull away. âItâs not just the name,â he said quietly, his voice barely audible. âWhen you say it⌠itâs different. It feels⌠good.â
Your heart swelled, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile. âThatâs because I love you, James. All of you. Even the parts you donât think are worth loving.â
His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, they were glassy, like he was fighting to keep the emotions at bay. âI donât deserve you.â
âStop it,â you said gently, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. âYou deserve everything. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
For a moment, he didnât say anything. He just held you there, close, his arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world. And maybe, in some ways, you were.
âSay it again,â he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.
âJames,â you murmured, brushing your nose against his. âYouâre safe with me. Always.â
A soft, broken laugh escaped him, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. âYouâre all Iâve got,â he whispered, his voice muffled but full of emotion. âAnd youâre all I need.â
You held him there, running your fingers through his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself just be. Vulnerable. Loved. Yours.
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YOUâLL SEE ME IN HINDSIGHT
touya todoroki x reader
you spend one last night with your husband before he goes to battle shouto and endeavour.
angst/smut, mha official ending spoilers
part 1/3
inspired by wildest dreams
2 years of hiding. 2 years of silence. 2 years of putting the outside world on pause. 2 years of bliss.
to fall of the face of the earth with your beloved was possibly the most romantic thing you could have ever experienced. you existed in your own snow globe, dancing in circles round and round shielded from the outside world. but you both knew it wouldnât be forever.
you had a quiet house on the countryside, surrounded by gorgeous acres of land. for you and touya, it seemed much to large for both of you. but acres of natureâs serene solitude provided the two of you enough time to escape from the world. you, at least, wanted to escape. for touya, it was more like purgatory. this is where he spent his time before death.
the backyard was perhaps your favourite part. you sat on the old wooden steps on the porch, eyeing the lush vegetation that seemed to thrive despite the ever-increasing fleetingness of the moment. soon, no one would pick the peaches from the trees, or harvest the sweet strawberries from the bushes. no one would admire the flowers that grew for miles or the sweet smell of life. no one would ever see the beauty of the land that touya todoroki loved you on.
you hear his creaky footsteps come up behind you, watching you as you watch the world- like you are his world. for a moment, he sees nothing.
âthe magnolias.â words finally escape your lips.
âhm? whats that doll?â he asks.
you take a deep breath, prying your eyes away from the garden and finally turning to face your lover. your hand raises to point at the delicate white petals bundled together like a stanza.
âthose ones over there. magnolias. they smell the sweetest.â
his blue eyes follow over to where you point as he sits down next to you. he simply nods, looking at the flowers you told him smelled the best.
a thought crosses your mind. you overheard him talking it over with shigaraki. you knew what tomorrow was. yet you were hesitant to let the words leave your mouth. you didnât even want to dare it.
ââŚyou know youâre going to die, right?â
the words leave your tongue like a curse.
at first, he looks over at you, bewildered by the statement. but touya isnât dumb- he knows you can pick up on things. and he knows he isnât dumb enough to wanna lie to you- though admittedly the lie is better. the lie is so much more comforting in this instance.
ââŚi know, doll.â touya tells the truth.
you donât say anything, but your silence is perhaps the loudest thing heâs heard all day.
âits too late to give up on it now.â he says it like heâs trying to salvage it. as if theres any way to fix all the pain he hasnât even caused you yet. he knows your grief is only inevitable.
ââŚthought so.â you sigh, getting up from the creaky wooden steps and moving back into your home. its a home that you and touya have built together. dirty rugs with tracks stained from his large black boots. your coat and his hanging from the door, his so much darker and larger than yours. the dirty bowls in the sink you have yet to wash, leftover from soba night. the memories, the dreams, the love. the world was about to see dabi, but for two years you got to love touya.
so many memories were suddenly engulfed in fire. dancing barefoot in the kitchen, trying on his coat that reached the floor on your frame, hugging him and feeling the warmth only he could give you. all of it was soon to be ash.
he follows you into the house, watching as you move about. heâs silent, since words always seemed to fail him when it came to you. theres a heavy tension that lingered in the house. soon, this wouldnât be yours and touyaâs home. soon, these walls would be haunted. soon, this would no longer be a home.
âyou know theres no way youâre getting out of this alive, right?â you ask as if to confirm your worst fears. funny, since you already knew the answer.
ââŚas long as i take that old bastard down with me.â touya says, a familiar flicker of revenge ruminating in his brilliant turquoise eyes. perhaps love wasnât meant to end suffering, after all.
and thats enough to make your voice resonate with that familiar crack of anguish.
ââŚwhat about me, touya..?â
he winces. he expected you to yell, to scream at him. to tell him how much of an asshole he is. how much you hate him. somehow, your strangled, quiet cry hurts more.
��you⌠youâll be fine. you manage.â heâs lying through his teeth and you both know it.
what else could you say?
you turned away from him, walking upstairs to your bedroom. this was the room you loved the most. so many late nights and sunny, early mornings. god, getting to see him all tuckered out from the previous night, the deepest morning voice you have ever heard. his cheeky remarks, half lidded blue eyes looking into you. the way he pulls you back into bed, asking where the hell you think youâre going. all of that love was packing its bags and moving on.
he follows you again, not knowing what else to say but not wanting the conversation to end either. maybe he just didnât want you and him to end, despite the fact that neither of you had a choice.
âi was never apart of your plan, was i?â your voice cracks again, asking him to confirm your deepest hurt. you knew it to be true. loving you was never something touya ever intended on doing. yet he stayed.
he only sighs, trying to find the right words. âiâm sorry. i never meant to drag you into this-â
âdonât be.â you quickly cut him off once you realize heâs not denying anything.
touya was a man of promises. he knows that heâs made a vow. a vow to bring endeavour down, to expose him for all the suffering heâs condemned him to. to show his father that he was the worst thing to ever happen to the flame hero. he branded that promise deep into his heart, and he had 0 intentions of letting it up now.
not even for you.
the sound of cooing causes both of you to stare out the window. there, perched on the window sill, are two doves- happily chirping to one another, unbeknownst of the pain just lurking behind the glass.
âyou know, doves mate for life.â you say, looking at the smaller one nestling into the snow white feathers of its much larger companion.
âkind of romantic, isnât it?â touya shrugs, also noting the way the two birds hold onto each other like nothing else matters. even with the ability to fly, to sore the sky and see the stars up close, the two birds loved each other like none of that was even remotely interesting.
âit is romantic.â you agree. âloving each other for the rest of their lives. even if that life is short.â
he quickly catches on.
touya swore heâd love you for the rest of his life. even if that life was too short for him.
touya watches the birds alongside you, their delicate, graceful forms seeming to symbolize something more than just a couple of birds resting on a window sill. they continue to coo quietly to each other, cuddling and nuzzling against each other, completely at ease and content with the love theyâd found.
after a moment of silence, touya speaks up, his voice quiet and hesitant.
"you know i donât want to leave you, right?â
wanting seemed irrelevant, here. it didnât matter what you or touya wanted. fate was decided, against what either of you want.
âi know.â you say, solemnly. you rest your hands on touyaâs side of the dresser, like a wounded soldier hanging his head low. your heart was hurting. by this time tomorrow, heâd be gone. the love of your life would be gone.
for a second, touya is lost in his own world of hate. he hates himself, more than heâs hated anyone in his entire life. he hates himself for letting you love him. he hates himself for having to leave you here, all alone, safe and stranded.
heâs then pulled out of his trance when he sees you in his drawer, holding the ring heâs kept hidden from you for months. a beautiful, silver ring with a sapphire as deep as the blue sea. alongside is his ring, just a simple, silver band. he mentally curses himself for not hiding it well enough.
his heart beats out of his chest, watching you slowly turn to him, holding the ring.
âyou remembered i like sapphires.â you say, not a question but a statement. of course he remembered your favourite gemstone. touya remembered every little thing he loves about you.
âyeah⌠course i did, doll.â he says, as if its obvious he remembered.
he wishes he could actually cry when he sees you slip it onto your left ring finger. god, it fits you perfectly. his eyes remain mesmerized as you flex your fingers, seeing how it looks on you.
you legs carry you over to him, pulling him in close. you rest your hands on his chest and your forehead against his. touyaâs scarred hands find their way to your waist, drawing you in as if to shield you from all the heartache thats to come.
âyou know we canât actually get married, right?â you dryly chuckle, your voice barely a whisper. âespecially not legally.â
he hums in response. heâs well aware you two could never go down to a courthouse and officially commit to one another. âyou think i care âbout that?â he manages a smirk. âi still wanna marry you. even if its just between us.â
âso, youâre really gonna turn me into a widow tomorrow hm?â you ask.
his blue eyes flicker down to your ring, his brain still unable to compute that its real. âi guess so.â
you smile, though theres an undeniable hint of sadness in your eyes that touya knows all too well.
âi know you donât wanna leave me, touya.â you whisper, looking into his eyes, staring into his soul.
he physically feels his heart clench at your words. and at the look in your eyes, he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. he wants to reach out and take you into his arms, to hold you tight and never let go. but he canât. he has to stay strong, no matter how weak you make his resolve.
âi.. i know i donât want to leave you, i donât want to leave you behind. but i have to. i have to do this. i have to take him down.â he says, gritting his teeth at the thought of that bastard.
âi hope you do.â you encourage. âfuck that guy.â
touya almost laughs at this, pressing his forehead against yours. âyeah. fuck that guy.â
âi⌠i hate him. i hate him for doing this to you. for turning you into this. for taking you away from me. from what we could have had.â you canât help the tear that falls from your eye just thinking about it, thinking about what you lost. the husband you could have had, the kids, the future⌠all of that could only live on in your dreams, now.
touyaâs eyes widen in surprise and pain at your words. he honestly hadn't thought about it like that before, hadn't considered how endeavourâs actions had impacted you, too. he knew that his hatred and need for revenge had caused a rift between the two of you, but hearing you say it out loud, seeing the pain in your eyes, it cuts straight to his heart.
he looks at you, his expression torn between anger and guilt.
"iâm sorry. iâm sorry I've put you through all this, doll. iâm sorry i let my anger and hate consume me. its all i know.â he says, closing his eyes. he canât bare to watch you cry over something as pathetic as him.
âi⌠i think youâre a murderer. and a villain. touya.â you seethe. and he accepts that hatred from you, because he doesnât deserve anything more or less.
âand i also think youâre a deeply traumatized person who was stuck as a kid who feels like nothing but a failure after, being in a 3 year coma.â you conclude your true feelings. he doesnât say anything to that for a moment.
he knew that you saw him for what he was- a killer, a villain, a monster. but hearing you say it out loud, hearing you sum up his entire life, stung.
he tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh slightly as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. he keeps his eyes averted, unable to meet your gaze.
âi know what i am. what Iâve become. i donât know what else to do.â he says, defeated, like the end of a long battle.
âcan you love me? is that an option?â your question is more of a plea than anything else. finally, he looks you in the eye, as if the answer to that question is obvious.
âyouâre the only thing i think iâm capable of loving.â he admits, more to himself than to you.
âyouâre the only thing thats made my life worth living. and im so fucking grateful. for you. and your love.â the way he says it like a goodbye hurts all too much. but its words you need to hear. making him feel love was an absolute honour.
you pull him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck desperately. oh, to memorize the feeling of his body against yours as his strong arms circle your waist, pulling you up to match his taller frame.
âyouâre the best iâve ever loved.â you say.
âyouâre the only thing iâve ever loved.â he confirms.
âthen spend one last night with me. as your wife. whatever you do in the morning is up to you, i donât care, but just give this night to us.â he canât deny the way you beg him- even though you donât even have to ask. he was already planning on it, visualizing all the ways he was going to physically show you he loves you in the bed tonight. but he needs to make sure, first.
âare you sure you want that, doll? one last night?â
âwhat i want is forever, touya.â you clarify. âbut if i can have just one last night, i think we can make it work.â
and once heâs gotten your consent, the rest of the night is set.
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most think that guys can only fuck or make love- but touya gave you both and everything in between that night.
the way his hands roamed over every inch of your body like he was trying to etch himself onto you. god, the way his cock slid in and out of you at an unreasonably fast pace. he canât help that he wants you, that he wants to be the only guy to ever throw you onto the mattress and fuck you till your absolutely spent all over him.
âfuck. yeah? ya like that doll?â he groans into your ear, the filthy sounds of skin slapping together filling the room. âgonna fuck you so good. god, your pussy is so fucking good.â
he has you on your back, turquoise eyes drinking in the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull. to say it looked absolutely filthy was an understatement, but to you two and just you two, this was how you showed love. touya was never a man of words- sure, he could tell you that he loves you, that he wants you, and that he doesnât want to leave you, but you both already know that. so he lets his actions speak for him: spreading your legs to opposite sides of the room, playing with your pussy until your absolutely gushing, and not even daring to stop even when you can barely form a coherent sentence. he loves how he gets you like this. because he fucks you until your sobbing- partly from the mind melting pleasure, and partly from the fact that you know youâll never find a cock this good ever again.
and touyaâs not usually a huge biter or a kissed, but god, does he go crazy over the way you scream when he sinks his teeth in. and he wonât stop at a few nicks- youâre funny. the way he loved you is agonizing. loving you manifests as an all-consuming entity. heâs driven wild by the pleasure, and he wishes he could just have you whole right now.
if theres one thing you learned from loving touya, its that the idea of love being just a feeling, a simple chemical in the brain, was simply incorrect. no. love is not a feeling. love cannot be summed up into a simple 7 letter word. love took over your senses, the sight, the ears, the touch, the smell and especially the taste. you honestly wished touya would just consume you. and not just for lust or for petty desires. you wished to become a part of him. he wanted to taste your flesh against his lips like it was god damn salvation. let his being be apart of yours as his lips bless your skin, begging for another bite. let him feel something that is so wrong yet so right. let him want something that feels too good to be true. because its him. god, the way he loves you as if heâs savouring the rhythm of your heart- only he makes it beat that way. he watches, absolutely mesmerized as your fluids drip down your thighs, watching how he makes you melt. in the end, the two of you are reduced to nothing but empty space. because you were touyaâs favourite part of himself.
you scream his name until his throat runs dry, as he continuously chases the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his cock. god, the way he feels when your nipples slide over his pecs. how you scratch down hid back, how he actively has to keep his quirk in check as not to burn you- not that youâd mind a brand in the shape of his hand. heâs already left his fingerprints all over you, anyway.
âp-please! ah! donât stop!â you moan for probably the 100th time. not that touyaâs complaining, he loves your desperate side. he loves that heâs the one who can coax it out of you.
youâve lost track of how many times youâve come. from his fingers, to his mouth, to his cock that felt like it was shaped especially for you. your thighs tremble around his waist desperately, begging him to pull yet another orgasm out of you. and touya happily obliges. he loves to fuck you till all you can think of is him.
he can feel himself unraveling, wanting nothing more than to see his cum dripping down your beautiful pussy. he knows that this is the last chance heâll have to take you like this. and when you arch your back and scream âTOUYA!â at the top of your lungs, he loses it.
the groan he lets out in your ear as he finally releases himself into you is mouthwatering. warm, thick, ropes of his seed stuffing you to the absolute brim. you feel your toes curl and your mind blank, only being able to focus on the sensation of his love melting away every single worry or doubt in your mind. the way the sweat from his and your body forces you two to stick together as he holds you against him, helping you come down from the intense high.
his body collapses down beside you, mustering all his leftover energy to pull you closer to him. he pulls the blanket over you and him, like cementing his rightful place next to you, holding you in his arms.
âcould lay here with you forever.â he utters, somewhat hoping you wonât catch what he says.
âi wish you would.â of course you catch on.
he pulls back slightly to look you in the eye. having you here, hair sprawled out, in his arms. youâre covered in the evidence of him like your a crime scene- his favourite crime at that.
his heart clenches at the thought of tomorrow. that at this time in 24 hours, he wonât be with you anymore. and that made him want to scream.
your hands move up to cradle his chin, brushing your thumb over his lower lip. your voice is rasped from your recent activities as you ask your question: âcan i ask you something?â
âanything, doll.â he says confidently.
you inhale deeply. âcan⌠can you feel me here?â
you motion to his burnt lower lip, and then to his patches of purple, burnt skin, barely holding itself together. its a question youâve wondered for years, yet have always feared the answer.
his silence is nerve wracking, before finally answering.
âyeah. i can.â
even then, youâre not convinced.
âeven when i kiss you?â your voice is barely above a whisper.
he leans in closer, as if its important to him that you hear this.
âyouâre the only person that makes me feel things, doll. yes, i can feel you.â
he inhales again, knowing that he needs to ask you this sooner or later.
âpromise me something, babygirl.â
âanything.â you nod.
âpromise me⌠promise me that when i walk out that door tomorrow. promise me youâll find some other guy. someone that makes you happy and protects you. that..â
that loves you like he does. but touya knows that no one will ever love you like he does.
to say your heart shattered at that was an understatement. how could you ever even think of finding another man, when your heart irrevocably belonged to touya todoroki?
ââŚis that what you want?â you asked, still shocked.
the question hits him like a punch to the gut. no, he absolutely, unequivocally does not want that. the thought of someone else with you, loving you, holding you, being with you⌠it makes him sick to his stomach. no, he canât even bare the thought of someone being tangled with you like this. dreaming of you like he does. loving you with a love so bright it burns- it made him sick.
and when he thinks of that. of you moving on without him.. selfishly, so fucking selfishly, it makes him want to burn the world down. because if itâs nothing but ash, no one will get to have you, even heâs gone. maybe to love him meant burning it all down, anyway.
and for a moment, he's tempted, so very tempted, to say no, to tell you that he wants you to never move on, to tell you to love him and only him, selfish as it may be. but he can't. not when he knows he never even deserved you in the first place.
"âŚyes."
and you have the audacity to scoff.
he looks on confused, and a little offended. what was so audacious in this moment it had you laughing?
âtouya.â you call his attention. his blue eyes never even left your sight as he nods.
âdo you honestly think love just ends when you leave?â
it stumps him, for a moment. like his heart stuttering at the thought. he tries to figure out where youâre going with this as he answers.
âno. i donât.â he affirms.
âexactly.â you say. âit doesnât. in fact, i donât think iâve loved you any more than i do right now. love is felt the strongest when its leaving.â
your words do more to him than heâd like to admit. he gulps.
âso even right now, you love me?â
the answer to that should have been obvious.
âiâm never not loving you.â
he manages a dry chuckle, pressing his forehead to yours. god, he wishes he could have this forever. but he knows a demon like him canât enter heaven.
so for now, he embraces you fully, rubbing circles onto your back and hushing you to sleep. the cool air blows through the room, so he shields you with his body, wanting you to feel nothing but the warmth and the comfort you deserve. he may not be the guy you deserve, but he sure as hell can protect you like he his.
and for what might be the last time, he savours the way your lips bless his in a kiss. your the only name on his lips, the only one that could ever feel what its like to love him.
he feels his heartbreak as you fall asleep. he hopes you dream of him. dreams are so much happier.
ââŚiâm never gonna stop loving you.â he whispers.
and with that, touya falls asleep.
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We live such different lives... come with me I can show you the beautiful intimacy of literally holding someone's heart in your hands
#doc rambles#like on the one hand i get that people have different abilites to handle gore and i am. perhaps at the far end of the spectrum#but come on man. im a mad scientist roleplay blog#hypothetically#let me have a little fun with vivisections
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Im gunna draw some garrence things :) because i think about those useless gays every day
#im obsessed with these homosexual blocks#the gays#garrence owns my soul#garrence shoulda been end game#aphmau#mcd#minecraft diaries#minecraft roleplay#aphmau mcd#aphmau minecraft diaries#aphblr#anyways
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*And so the mystery of the Baroness of the Opera has come to a close. Elsewhere, Arnold was sitting in his recliner chair at his home, sighing with disappointment. He takes out his phone and calls someone.*
???: "Talk to me."
Arnold: "It's me. I'm calling to update you on the Baroness thing. It's a sham."
???: "Seriously?"
Arnold: "Yeah. Those master detectives and those Mystery Inc guys solved the case."
???: "Those meddling kids and the WDO working together?"
Arnold: "Sort of. Thankfully, they didn't look into me, nothing about you is revealed."
???: "Good. It would complicate matters if they found anything. Alright. You're off the clock for a few weeks."
Arnold: "What about you?"
???: "Everything is going smoothly on my end. Just need to make a quick stop. Call you later." *The phone hangs up.*
*Vivia, Aphex, Melami, and Pucci received a new mission. Apparently, there has been some odd occurrences in the New York Opera theater. Something about a 'haunting' going on over there. Very....odd, but it's a mystery regardless. Head over to the New York Metropolitan Opera house and look into this matter. Leave no mystery unsolved. Good luck, Master Detectives.* @would-you-like-a-scooby-snack
Each looking at the letter soon took off to New York Metropolitan Opera house, they had a new mission and wasn't going to let this mystery remain unresolved.
"This is the right place, yeah?"
"Correct, i can't help but feel this case is a bit strange... A haunted place isn't what we typically get. Now where to start?" She started looking around the place.
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Vern's Hometown: Centennial Celebration
Book 4: Rhapsody of Seasons
Chapter 2: Countdown
The town square has been converted since earlier. Heat from a large bonfire fights back the night air. Long benches and tables are now organized, bread and hor dourves lining their centers. Vern shifts nervously as he glances around the area. His gaze hovers on the main table, counting the seats carefully.
"Don't worry, we get that table this year," Folia points to a table just to the side of the main.
"Yup! We said we needed room for your guests," Shirley chimes in.
Vern glances away and struggles to pull out a handkerchief. He quickly dabs around his eyes. "I-I umm... th-thank you..."
"It's nothing. We got it set up so you won't be next to Victor."
"I could kiss you," Vern mutters under his breath.
"You're welcome," Folia lightly chuckles, "shall we?"
Vern can only manage a nod. The crowd easily parts for them to reach their seats. Familiar snowy hair gives him pause. A chill crawls over his skin as an unwelcome spell spirals around him. The cool night breeze across his thighs is a warning. The skirt is too short, the bodice is too tight.
"Hey, sweetheart," the winter sprite grins, "you looked a bit ruffled."
Vern's fingers twitch, "how... generous. Unfortunately, white doesn't suit me."
Ooc// when Vern says: "I could kiss you"... it's a figure of speech. It's a way to express extreme gratitude.. Do you guys like having me post the song(s) I write these to?
Song: Counting Stars OneRepublic
@castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain @nrcbookclub
Book 1: [1] [2] [3]
Book 2: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5A] [5B] [6] [7]
Book 3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]
Book 4: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]
#Vern's Hometown#twst rp#twst roleplay#ooc// i didn't forget! we're getting to the end i swear#ooc// fr this entire event is ending up much longer than I anticipated
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For you
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Summary: "My life is always better with you in it."
Katsuki's life really would be if you hadn't jumped in front of him.
Request: Found here.
The battlefield was a wastelandâonce a city, now reduced to rubble.
Shattered concrete and twisted steel framed the scene of devastation, the remnants of skyscrapers lying in crumbling piles.
Heavy with smoke and ash, the sky was a sickly gray, and every breath felt like inhaling fire. Explosions echoed in the distance, like thunder rolling through the earth, but all you could focus on was the looming figure of Shigaraki.
He stood amidst the chaos like a nightmare come to life, his decayed fingers twitching with the promise of death. His grin was twisted, his eyes cold and dead despite the frenzy around him. The ground beneath his feet crumbled into dust, the very air around him feeling heavy with decay, as if everything he touched was fated to fall apart.
Screams rang out from somewhere, the city below was full of chaos and destruction. The sharp smell of burnt ozone and blood mixed with the nauseating stench of decayâShigarakiâs touch spreading its corrosive influence.
You were barely holding on, your breaths ragged and uneven, eyes locked on Katsuki as he prepared to charge at Shigaraki once again.
His sweat-slicked hair clung to his forehead, dirt and blood staining his usual fiery expression. His movements were sluggishâhe was running on fumes. Each explosion from his palms faltered, a shadow of their usual strength.
âKatsuki!â
Your eyes locked on him, heart racing as you watched him push his battered body beyond its limits. His breaths came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling erratically, blood streaking down his arms from wounds he had no time to tend to. His hands were charred, trembling with the effort it took to summon even the smallest of explosions, but he kept going, his fierce determination burning brighter than his injuries.
You could see itâthe blood dripping from his hands, the slight shake in his knees. He wouldnât last much longer.
And Shigaraki knew it too.
With a twisted grin, Shigaraki raised his hand, the decaying aura sparking around him as his fingers outstretched toward your boyfriend.Â
"Time to die, Katsuki Bakugou."
Time slowed.
He wasnât fast enough this time. You could see itâthe moment Shigarakiâs eyes gleamed with recognition, the sick satisfaction of knowing Katsuki was about to fall. Your heart pounded in your chest, an overwhelming sense of dread washing over you. You didnât think.Â
You couldnât think.
In that moment, all you saw was Katsuki standing there, vulnerable, facing a death he didnât deserve.Â
Before you could think, your legs had already launched you forward, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. Time slowed to a crawl, every second stretching out in agonizing detail as Shigaraki's decayed hand shot toward Katsuki, the sheer force of it warping the air. Your voice tore from your throat, but it was drowned in the chaos.
âKatsuki!âÂ
Without a second thought, you launched yourself between them, throwing up a barrier of crimson energy, your body moving before your mind could catch up. You barely registered the crackle of crimson energy that flared from your fingertips, instinctively separating them.
Red light surged from you, forming a shimmering dome of protection, but even you knew it wouldnât hold. Shigarakiâs raw power collided with your shield, and for a brief moment, the world was reduced to a blinding clash of red and gray.
The world trembled as Shigarakiâs decayed fist smashed into your shield. The barrier crackled, and you could feel it faltering. A shudder ran through you, pain lancing up your arm as you braced for the full force of the hit. The shield cracked, fragments of red energy bursting into the air like glass.
Then the barrier shattered.
The sound was deafening, like glass exploding into a million shards, and then there was painâunimaginable pain. Shigarakiâs blow landed squarely on your arm, crushing bone and flesh like they were made of paper. The force of it sent shockwaves through your body, your ribs cracking as the blow slammed into your chest, knocking the air from your lungs.
You were weightless for a moment, suspended in the air like a limp doll before gravity seized you, and you hurtled backward, smashing into a crumbling wall with enough force to send debris flying in every direction.
And Shigarakiâs blow connected with you.
Your arm crumpled under the force, bones cracking like brittle wood as his attack crushed into your chest. The impact ripped the breath from your lungs, sending you crashing back, skidding across the ground until you slammed into a pile of debris.
âPain.âÂ
Thatâs all you felt. A sharp, burning pain that made it hard to breathe, your vision blurring as blood trickled from your lips. You heard Katsukiâs scream, distant and muffled, like it was coming from underwater.
You heard Katsuki scream your name, but his voice felt distant, as if the world was muffled by the ringing in your ears. Darkness crept at the edges of your vision, blood filling your mouth as you gasped for air, each breath shallow and ragged. Your entire body throbbed, every nerve alight with agony, but even through the pain, your mind clung to one thoughtâ
âHeâs safe.â
Through the haze of agony, you could see him running toward you, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and fearâfear youâd never seen on him before. His hands trembled as he dropped to his knees beside you, trying to pull you into his arms without hurting you further.
"Why the hell did you do that?!"Â
His voice cracked, betraying the fear that lay beneath his anger. His eyes searched your face, as if trying to hold on to every detail, as if afraid that youâd disappear the moment he looked away. He was pressing down on your chest, but it didnât stop the warmth of your blood from pooling beneath you or slipping through his fingers. You tried to laugh, but it came out as a wheeze.Â
"Couldn't... let you die." You gasped for air, wincing as another wave of pain surged through your chest. You managed a weak smile, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. Your lips trembling as you coughed, tasting the metallic tang of blood.Â
"Couldn't... let you die."Â
Your voice was barely more than a whisper, each word a struggle. Despite the agony, you managed a soft, lopsided smile, your hand weakly reaching for his. "We both know... youâd do the same."
"Besides... Iâm stronger... when youâre safe."
"Shut up," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. His grip on your hand was tight, almost painfully so, as if he could anchor you to the world through sheer fucking will alone. His hand was shaking as he pressed harder on your wound, blood staining his palms.Â
"Donât say that. You're not... you're not supposed to get hurt like this!"
You blinked up at him, your vision swimming as the world began to tilt. "Youâre safe... so itâs okay."
But it wasnât okay.
âFuck,â he growled, though his voice was softer now, his forehead pressed against yours, the heat of his skin a stark contrast to the cold creeping through your body.Â
"You're not dying, ya hear me? You canât."
Shigarakiâs voice cut through the air again, dark and mocking. âHow touching. Sacrificing yourself for someone weaker than you.â
Katsuki tensed, his hands clenching into fists. You could feel the heat of his rage boiling beneath his skin, his entire body vibrating with barely restrained fury. "Shut up!" he roared, his voice tearing through the battlefield. But he was shaking, and you could tellâ
he was scared.
"Kats..." Your voice was barely a whisper, but it got his attention. You tried to push yourself up, your body screaming in protest, but you forced it. "Iâm... not done yet."
The energy within you stirred, burning hotter and hotter, wild and uncontrollable. You could feel it coursing through your veins, the red light surrounding you growing brighter, warping the very air around you. This was the full potential of your quirkâa dangerous, volatile force tied to your emotions. And right now, with everything on the line, you were willing to risk everything.
But it came with a cost.
Your heart pounded in your chest, the energy writhing inside you, threatening to consume you entirely. Every time you pushed it this far, you felt a little more of yourself slip away, the power darkening your thoughts, twisting your mind. But you didnât care.Â
Not now.
With a final surge of strength, you jumped up and ran. You unleashed a pulse of crimson energy, sending Shigaraki flying backward. The ground beneath him crumbled as your quirk warped reality itself, distorting everything around you. Your body trembled under the weight of the power you were wielding, but you kept going, forcing Shigaraki back with every ounce of strength you had left.
But your vision was going dark, your limbs heavy. You could feel the corruption setting in, the darkness tugging at the edges of your mind.
In the midst of your fading consciousness, something deep within you stirred. The raw power of your quirk, the energy that had always been just beyond your reach, was now surging forward, fueled by desperation, by love, by pain.
You could feel it, like a wildfire racing through your veins, burning brighter and hotter with every passing second.
Scarlet energy crackled at your fingertips, your entire body thrumming with power. It swirled around you, dark and menacing, tendrils of crimson light warping the air as the sheer force of it distorted reality itself. This was the full potential of your quirk, the untapped well of power you had always been too afraid to unleash.
But now, with everything on the line, you didnât care.
It felt like the world was collapsing in on itself as your power surged. The ground beneath you trembled, the air thick with tension as you rose to your feet, every step leaving a crack in the earth beneath you. The energy pulsed from you in waves, your vision blurring as the strain of it began to take its toll.
You knew what this meant. You knew what would happen if you used this much powerâif you let it consume you. But all that mattered was that Katsuki lived.
With a primal scream, you unleashed the full force of your quirk, a torrent of scarlet light exploding from your body, slamming into Shigaraki and sending him flying back, the ground disintegrating in his wake. The air rippled with the intensity of your power, warping the space around you as reality itself seemed to bend under the pressure.
But your body couldnât handle it. You could feel the corruption setting inâthe darkness that came with overusing your quirk, the way it clawed at your mind, twisting your thoughts. Your vision flickered, black spots dancing at the edges of your sight as your strength drained away.
Through the haze of pain, you saw himâKatsuki running toward you, his expression raw and desperate in a way you had never seen before. You fall to your knees in agony, your bones feeling like they were being ripped from your hot flesh and eroded into nothing. You could feel the wound in your chest opening further.
His eyes were wide, panic stark in their depths, his breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts as he skidded to his knees beside you. His hand hovered over your broken form, trembling, uncertain of where to touch without causing more pain.
And then everything went black.
The next thing you knew, you were being cradled in Katsukiâs arms. His face was blurry, but you could make out the frantic expression, the wild look in his eyes as he held you close.
"Stay with me,"
He pleaded, his voice cracking. You could feel his hands trembling as he secured your broken arm, as if holding you tight enough would stop you from slipping away.Â
You could feel the tremble in his arms as he tried to press down on the wound in your chest, the blood staining his fingers. His hands were shaking, his breath hitching in his throat, and you could hear the faintest quiver in his voiceâa crack in the armor he always wore.
"You canât die here, damn it!"
Your lips twitched into a faint smile, even through the pain. "Youâre yelling again," you whispered, your voice barely audible.Â
"Iâm not going... anywhere."
He didnât respond, just pressed his forehead against yours, his breath shaky. The chaos of the battle had faded into the background, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his touch, his soul wrapped around you like a lifeline.
The energy within you flickered, ebbing away as you slipped into unconsciousness, feeling Katsukiâs presence anchoring you to reality.
âI love you. Please donât go. Donât leave me here.â
The world was quiet when you awoke. The sterile, antiseptic smell of the hospital greeted your senses, the sharp contrast to the battlefield jarring in its serenity. You blinked slowly, your body feeling impossibly heavy, the weight of bandages pressing against your chest and arm. Your mouth was dry, and your head throbbed with a dull ache, but the pain that had once been overwhelming was now just a distant echo.
You were alive.
You blinked groggily, turning your head to the side. It took a moment for your eyes to focus, but when they did, you saw him. Katsuki was sitting slouched in a chair beside your bed, his arms crossed over his chest, head bowed slightly as if heâd been waiting for hours. His face was pale, shadows dark under his eyes, and his hair was messier than usual, like he hadnât slept in days.
His hand, however, was still wrapped around yours, his grip firm even in sleep.
A small smile tugged at your lips. You squeezed his hand gently.
"Hey,"Â
You croaked, your voice hoarse. Katsuki jolted awake, his red eyes wide with surprise, quickly masking the fear that had flashed in them. Relief then washed over his face, though he quickly scowled, masking any softness. His brows furrowed, and his grip on your hand tightened as he leaned closer, his lips pressed into a thin line.Â
"Youâre awake," he muttered, the relief in his voice palpable even though he tried to hide it.
"Looks like you... ended up protecting me after all," you teased, your voice weak and horace but laced with warmth.
âStop that,â he grumbled, his eyes flicking away for a moment before settling back on you. But the hard edge to his words was gone, replaced by something softer, something vulnerable. His hand never left yours, his warm thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.Â
âJust... donât do something that stupid again.â
Your smile grew, though it hurt to do so. You could feel the exhaustion pulling at you, the warmth of his presence making your eyelids heavy. Katsuki glanced up from your joint hands to squeeze your smaller one in his rough palm.Â
The look he gave you was one of complete nakedness and transparency. It was just you and him right now and forget everyone else.Â
"I couldnât let you die," he whispered.Â
Thereâs nothing here to ease the quiet except the beep of the machines youâre connected to and the hum of the monitor heâs hooked up to. You want to open your mouth and tell him everything was fine but something inside your tummy pulled at you to just let him talk so you did.Â
"You make everything... feel better."
You didnât respond right away, but Katsuki caught the faintest twitch of your lipsâjust enough to let him know you heard him.
"Shut up," he muttered, sitting up straight, but his hand never left yours. He glanced away, his jaw clenched. "Just... rest, idiot."
You chuckled softly, the sound weak but warm. "You make everything right, you know that?"
He didnât respond, but the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.Â
Neither of you had to say a word. The silence between you felt full, a soft understanding that words could never quite capture. Your eyes met his, and in that shared gaze, you knewâeverything you had been through, all the pain, the fear, the sacrificeâit was worth it.
No words were necessary. In the quiet of that sterile hospital room, amidst the beeping machines and distant echoes of footsteps, you both knew what the other was thinking. There was no need to say it aloud.
âI am safe here.â
âI have you.â
And that was more than enough.
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#katsuki bakugo mha#bnha bakugo x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#mha bakugou#bakugou x reader#bakugo katuski#bnha bakugou#bakugou katsuki#katsuki x you#katsuki x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#my hero academy fanfiction#boku no hero acedamia#bnha#mha roleplay#mha x you#bnha x y/n#bnha fanfiction#mha fanfiction#bakugou fanfiction#katsukibakugou#bakugou x you#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou#katsuki bakugou#bakugo#mha spoilers#angst with a happy ending
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Paras trainers are always so funny to me, because they'll be like "Oh! Mushy Cupcake Cheeks is being extra sassy today!" And Mushy Cupcake Cheeks just looks like:
#like they dont express#i understand they can be silly guys#But theyll just sit there#and their trainers are like âShe saw the end of the world and realized Arceus isnt realâ#like HUH????#paras#quill talks#pokemon irl#irl pokemkn#pokemon#pokeblog#pokeblogging#rotomblr#pokeblr#irl pokemon#pkmn irl#pokemon roleplay#rotumblr
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you don't need morals, you need someone like you who can understand
#kingdom hearts#namine#vanitas#vaninami#?#there is no context for this drawing. its simply just an image#Veeeeeery loosely based off some concepts for an RP server (friend group) (same friend group as the sonic roleplays a year ago LOOOL)#... me and my boyfriend both roleplay some characters including these two#a reformed vanitas is so important to me but the scars are never going to heal as long as he's himself#I don't think he needs people to forgive him and justify what he did under xehanort's abuse#I think hee just needs people to love him anyways even with what he's done#i think vanitas and namine are more similar than they come on. Just on opposite ends of the spectrum.#the forever damaged and angry abuse victim and the digestible helpless victim#i kind of want to draw more and elaborate my thoughts but honeestlyyy. another time LOL
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DMâing dnd campaigns for the past 6 years has meant getting really good at improv and roleplay which you may call loser virgin behavior but jokes on all of you, it has also made me very good at batshit roleplay sex.
Iâll be fucking a guy with a dildo, non stop yapping, adding layers and dimensions, improvising new details and relevant characters necessary for a kink concept. Truly just blabbering on from start to finish in order to achieve my make believe 50 layers of manipulation. Then after I get them off, I can interrogate whoever Iâm with about what thing I said or concept I explored got them the most exited. Love to play pretend really.
#did spoiled prince is taught a lesson by his maid#by the end of it I had set up conjugal visits for the prince and his sparring teacher#a guy I just like decided existed and that my sub wanted to fuck#I have fun with it#trans nsft#t4t nsft#mtf dom#mtf nsft#ftm nsft#ftm ns/fw#roleplay kink
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âI shall get the guest rooms ready. Do be patient.â *The servant walks off to tend to the guest rooms. After a while, the rooms were ready and after dinner, everyone was escorted to their respective rooms. Each room looked fancy and comforting. So much so that the moment they hit the beds, everyone would soon fall asleep, soon to awake to tomorrow, where many secrets will be revealed. Meanwhile, elsewhere, Izuru is seen finishing up a new magic circle.*
âLetâs hope nothing goes wrong this time, eh Izuru?â
âA minor setback at most. Nothing serious to dent our plans. And besides, we were able to gather data from the new Gaim.â
âRight. That happened too. Shall I take action?â
âNo. I got someone else in mind to handle that for us.â *And that someone comes it and tosses two weapons.*
*Kanshou and Bakuya.*
âHm. You actually got them. And here I thought you wouldâve fumbled it.â
âNo doubt indulging in his constant skirt chasing. Am I wrong....?â
âMotoyasu?â *Gritting his teeth, the blonde spear hero points his weapon at Izuru.*
âShut up! I did what you told me to do! Now release Myne and Lady Beroba from your control, just as you said you would!â
âI said I would think about it if you completed your task without causing trouble. Am I to assume that you didnât run into any trouble?â *Motoyasu tightens his grip on the spear.*Â âWhatever. Iâll contact you with a new mission soon.â
Motoyasu:Â âThat wasnât part of our-â
âThe deal was that you would do jobs for us in exchange for the safety of the two girls. Refusal to do as youâre told will result in very unfortunate circumstances for those two. Got it?â *Motoyasu grits his teeth even tighter.*Â âI suggest lowering your spear before something bad happens.â *Gravely upset, but unable to do much else, lowers his weapon and backs off.*
âGood boy. Now get out.â *Motoyasu walks out of the room, passing by Malty who was entering it. Motoyasu turns his head, trying not to look at her. She hears him mutter something under his breath.*
Motoyasu:Â âI will save you, Myne. I promise I will.â *he leaves to parts unknown.*
Evolt:Â âMan, that is some serious denialism.â
Malty:Â âMaybe. But itâs working out in our favor. I play the part of the damsel being used against her will, you and those two act as the main villains and everything works out in our favor.â
Evolt:Â âGirl you are a devilish treat. >:)â
Malty:Â âHahahaha! I know. >:)â
âHow are the experiments coming along? Howâs your hazard level?â
Malty:Â âGrowing, but not high enough to handle the Evol Driver yet. But Iâm halfway there. And once I get there, the first thing Iâm going to do is find Naofumi and rip out his throat.......â *She tightens her fist with great anger.*Â âHeâll pay for humiliating me...!!!â
Evolt:Â âI like this one. Anyway, how is the ritual coming along?â *Izuru picks up the weapons Motoyasu brought and places them in the center of the magic circle. Izuru backs up and recites the cantation for the summoning ritual.*Â âLooking good so far.â *The circle starts to glow and in a bright light, a servant is summon as the command seal appears on Izuruâs backhand.*
âWelcome to the world.......Shiro Emiya.â *The servant looks at Izuru.*
â......And how....did you know my name.....?â
Naofumi has been getting use to the Rider World. It had been awhile since he has been in a world that is more modern then his...but there has been one thing that has been bothering him.
This Box...it has been bothering him since he saw Tanjiro carrying it during there universe hopping adventure...and now he has been looking at this box along with Ryuko.
Naofumi: "What the hell does that Tanjiro guy keep in this thing?"
Ryuko: "I am more amazed he has been lugging it around..."
Okayasu: "So you guys have been wondering what's inside the box too?"
Filo: "Scar Face and I-"
Okayasu: "Don't call em that."
Filo: "Have been trying to figure out what could be inside."
Mako: "Maybe mountains of cash and jewels!?"
Okayasu: "Spar swords in case his breaks?"
Filo: "His secret collection of weird books with girls in bikinis on them?" *Everyone looked at Filo after hearing that.* @oddblogfullofoddmuses
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the ruler electric
(text in alt, my handwriting is shit)
#MIND QUIT FORCING HEART TO ROLEPLAY KING AND SERF WITH YOU AND GET BACK TO WRITING MUSIC YOU SGUPID WANNABE KING IDIOT ASS#hc that the trident can throw lightning. becauseeee uhhhhhh#anyway you WILL look at my inconsistently edited scans of my traditional hms drawings and you WILL like it#in my head this is circa ruler of everything where heart just tried to kill mind failed and now minds taken advantage of his vulnerable stat#e#to be all immm the ruler of everything. do as i say. until soul sees what theyre doing and is like WHAT THE HELL ARE TOU DOING??#and they snap out of it. at least heart does#anyways this is one of my many many incorrect and correct interpretations of ruler of everything. not even something that i think happened#just silly doodles#based off the ending verses where heart sings that he understands mind is the ruler of everything in the end#whatever that means#posting mainly cus i liked the expression mind makes when soul yells at him. rlly good#ALSO ignore the shitty crown of thorns. i was lazy okay#if u read this ur cool#jaggy posts#chonny jash#cccc#chonny jash fanart#cj mind#cj soul#cj heart#chonnys charming chaos compendium
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-Admiring his pet
(WEHHH WEHH EDI WOW)
It's them again..now I'mma sleep goodnight.
(Pet is laying on Asirel desk.)
#zsakuva#sakuverse#asirel cain#asirel x pet#zsakuva asirel#human x vampire#vampire oc#supernatural oc#vampire#supernatural#lazy art#t rex#art moots#ibispaintx#ibispaintx art#oc#oc x canon#arcane silco#jinx arcane#reference#audio rp#asmr roleplay#crumpets#zsakuva fandom#zsakuva pet#pet#digital art#end of story#shitpost#lucky asirel
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I love how Astarionâs dialogue on your first long rest changes depending on if you talk to him first, second, (third?), or last.
If you talk to him after already speaking with everyone else he literally says âdo you mind? Iâm broodingâ HE IS SULKING!!! He wants you to pay attention to him and if you donât he literally pouts
love of my life behaviour
#I got thirsty at the end there I apologise#to nobodyâs surprise#I have started a new game#I HAD TO GET THE FACE RIGHT#also third is in brackets with a question mark because I only have Gale Shadowheart and Astarion#so I donât know if thereâs a difference between the dialogues for talking to him second or third#or even fourth if you go that long without a long rest#I long rest WAY TOO OFTEN#for ROLEPLAYING PURPOSES#I swear#not because I want Astarion to bite me as soon as possible#definitely not#HAH#anyway#astarion#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#gale dekarios#shadowheart
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playing slay the princess as intended (watching your friend stream it and then roleplaying as improvised ocs for each of ur runs)
#anethia collectibles#slay the princess#so ...#run 1 is i think the witch/thorns where we chose to be very stoic and silent throughout#run 2 is the paranoid/nightmare route (fav) bcus i wanted to get to ask more qns that round and somehow that ended up leading to my poor#little curious guy getting so broken and fractured :3#run 3 is the hero/deconstructed damsel route ....#run 4 is the tower! and being a little shit who is by hell and highwater NOT kneeling down#run 5 is the spectre ... roleplayed as guy who is for reasons he doesnt understand just wants it to be over#and MEOW anyway#nobody told me this game was an rpg .....#but its cool ! i love romances :]#i think its awesome ... the way the hero and the princess are . changing over time . over with each reset#the way they find each other in the long quiet ...... its something so#i love it ...#the hero is so guilty for hurting the princess that he loves and he is scared of hurtign and he wants peace and he doesnt want the eternity#of it .... he loves the . shifting mound (?) is it (?) as much as he hates the work she makes her do as much as he loves todo the workforher#like a blank slate knowing nothing . except that broken wounds can be healed . and then he meets her. and then he meets her over and over#its a million meet cutes for the hero and the princess snd a sweeping tale of love and devotion and salvation in the long wuiet#how many more vessels do you need .....#and its fun to. at least how i played it . the things the hero picks up on#knowingly or unlnowingly with each run#its soooo#every 'remain silent' feels like a callback to the first libe#telling the voices 'itll be okay' after the brightness of the damsel snd that 'ill be okay' after the selfishness n suffering of apotheosis#or after the deconstructed damsel route . and then to the last run. becoming the damsel. seeing it throughcher eyes#and its so . this culminating ammassing of allcthese voices .... and it comes to it all being reflected at eachcother#spectre posseses hero and shifting mound and player becomign whole#anyway i like this love story i find it very tender and swet#... anyway ! this is . none of this is analysis these are just my ocs and the story i made up whilst playing
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