#;; we've all done this before (dash games)

[advertisesouls]

should've gotten these up sooner but oh well

blog tags and ship / character tag with @praeteritus-memories' alastor!

🔥 VISAGE → Hell's top advertiser at your service! if you want your fifteen minutes I'm the one to talk to. 🔥 MUSINGS → never the type to just kiss and tell — perhaps this will offer a glimpse of what she really is like. 🔥 AESTHETICS → who can deny the siren call of finer things? these items speak of who she truly is. 🔥 INBOX → you've got a new request! just who is it from? 🔥 DESIRES → this is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me. 🔥 MUSIC → we've got a special request from our caller. 🔥 MANNERISMS → she only lets people see the mask as every action is calculated. 🔥 WARDROBE → proper attire makes the appearance as they say but even she likes fancy garments. 🔥 STUDY → facets of who she really is underneath the calculating expression and demeanor.

🔥 OUT OF THE OFFICE → leave a message with my receptionist. 🔥 PROMOTIONS → a service? a product? a new book? whatever it is I'll promote it. 🔥 SELF-PROMOTION → of course you get a full page spread — it's YOUR paper after all! 🔥 DASHBOARD COMMENTARY → and just what is the rumor mill circulating today? 🔥 DASH GAMES → it's all fun and games until someone's bankrupt from monopoly.

🔥 RADIOFIRE 📻 i just want to start a flame in your heart; my soulmate; my other half — with you I feel whole. 🔥 ALASTOR 📻 the radio demon to most but to me he's the reason my heart has healed with his love and charm.

🔥 VERSE: BEFORE THE DAMNATION 🔥 a heart full of hate that's closed off; may the world burn for what it's done. 🔥 VERSE: HELL IS NOW YOUR HOME! 🔥 a second chance to continue the streak; from nothing to something almost overnight.

[felassan]

Snippets. 🐺💜 DA:TV spoilers under cut.

Kala has heard rumors that there may be merch pins coming of Assan and Manfred [source]

(Previous comment for context - Dev Brenon: "You can sprint, there is also a dash/dodge move you can do for short range mobility - though I don't tend to use that much when exploring.") A user asked on this, "Will it be a push-to-sprint key, a sprint toggle, or other (to be explained later)?". Brenon replied with some more detail on this feature: "Right now it's a pseudo-toggle, you press it once (while moving) to start sprinting and then as long as you keep moving you keep sprinting. If you let got of the movement controls, you stop sprinting." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

User: "if a choice i made 30 hours ago affects me.. best believe im restarting the whole game". Brenon: "Uh oh''. User: "UH OH???". Brenon: "I mean... we do have "decision saves" before big choice moments, but there are still a bunch that depend on a whole mess of stuff you've done earlier... so... yeah... RIP :P" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

They hope to get a bunch more BioWare-themed emojis for the Discord [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Trick Weekes has been signing DA:TV stuff with "with love and appreciation for your patience" [source]

Carly: "theres so much id love to say, but i unfortunately can't , that being said, i hear y'all and love working on a game for such passionate people and hope y'all enjoy when it does come out 💕" [source]

Actor signing attendees report that it was amazing and that we're in good hands with this acting cast. You can see more photos from it here [source].

Dev signing attendees report that it was packed. You can see another photo from it here [source]. and here is a photo of the sign from it [source]

Another photo of the booth [source]. Sometimes at the booth the devs had a Solas statue [source] (this is done by Dark Horse). I think Dark were also displaying somewhere a Varric and a Cassandra statue too, and I think these were the ones that Dark Horse do too (Varric, Cass), but I can't find the image or video where I originally saw this anymore, sorry >.<

The companion tarot-style art from the website was shown on the big screen at the acting panel [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee: John Epler said that this is the best group of companions written because of their relationships with each other, not just Rook. They can become friends, lovers, rivals with each other. Zach thought that Lucanis was the coolest character he gets to play. It sounds like he mentioned Illario [I'm assuming] by name. Lucanis is quick-witted. Neve is a bit of a romantic. Jessica found voice acting freeing as it felt like playing pretend when she was little. In her role, she felt like she could embrace being very powerful. Neve is passionate. On Emmrich, "wisdom, calm to group, warm-hearted, loves learning". Emmrich has some fantastic lines. Along with working with Varric to track down Solas, Harding has also been working with Rook and Neve. Ali talked a lot about how much collaboration there is between BioWare, the actors and the material they're given to work with. Harding has been through some things and has more of an edge to her, but they can't talk about it! [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Jessica Clark: "A lot of the time, we kind've really all bonded in the way that we were intended to, you know? And that's why we've been so excited all week and all weekend, because we can be like 'oh my god you're here', 'oh my god you're here, you're here, you're here', finally, you know? You know, I know on a lot of projects people are like 'oh yeah, we're all like, we love each other', but we really do, we really really do, and it just evolved so organically, and there was something magical about it just being our voices in the beginning, you know, like, sort've taking anything else out of the [equation.]" [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Nick Boraine: "I think I've been preparing for Emmrich all my life. I was very attracted to the role initially, and I was so, I was so, I was overjoyed when I got it, because I think it was, the writing of Emmrich is really fascinating, it's this, this man that is obsessed with death, on one hand, but on death as a comfort, death as a transition, death as something that is not scary, and that, that ability to enable people to transition and the investment that he gives in that sphere, which we don't give in our own lives. I was immediately attracted to that and I thought that that was, I'd never seen that before, so to go in these two ways, to talk about death and to talk about it in a way that is kind, and that the transition becomes a kind transition, that was fascinating to me, and I think, will be fascinating to you too." [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Zach Mendez: "[before they started shooting] I did kinda get an idea about how passionate the fanbase was, which made me really excited. I don't wanna say nervous, because I don't say I'm nervous, I say I'm excited. And so, before the first day of shoot, I was very excited. And luckily, you know, Ashley and them, didn't have me do too much on the first day. I played a lot of darkspawn. I darkspawn-ed my ass off, though. I want you guys to know, I really. And when I got home, I thought to myself, 'Zach, did you darkspawn hard enough?' I was just worried. You know, and within an hour I got texts from Jeff, who's a part of this cast as well, and G, telling me what a great job I did, and then I'll never forget, I got a call from Ali Hillis down here, and I'll remember that conversation, because for thirty minutes she made me feel like I was welcome in the Dragon Age family, and it gave me so much confidence moving forwards. So thank you, Ali, so much, I still remember that." [source]

[Character limit text break!]

Varric and Manfred: "not romanceable" [source] ?

Neve mostly eats deep-fried fish [source], it makes up the bulk of her diet [source]

Bellara loves pan-fried fish [source]

John on SDCC: "thank you to everyone who came out to the signing. thank you to everyone who came out to the panel. thank you to everyone who said hi, swung by the booth, or otherwise expressed how excited you were about the game. absolutely amazing experience. was wonderful to see you all" [source]

There's a lot of lovely concept art for DA:TV [source]

Trick Weekes: "One of the things I was proudest of was inviting leads from other teams/departments into writing peer reviews and having them later say, "Wow, those critiques went deep, but everyone stayed professional and compassionate the whole time." My junior-most writer knew she could tell me I was wrong." [source]

Violet: "As we get closer to DATV, I just want to send out a reminder Var lath vir suledin 😭" [source]

Derek on the casting department: "They really did an incredible job! Every single one of these folks deliver such amazing performances." [source]

Derek: "a lot of great talent doing awesome stuff from KY nowadays. I count myself extremely lucky that I can work on such an amazing project with such a wonderful team straight from my home state!" [source]

Michael Gamble: "i know a few people on the DA team, and i want them to have a nice time." [source]

User, on the recent word count news: "Sooooo , when will I (we) get to hear all these words". Michael: "hopefully when the game is out." [source]

User, on the news of no microtransactions: "This is great news that I hope survives past the review period". Michael: "it will" [source]

User: "What class have you been playing as in DAV mostly?" Michael: "mage. i light everything up. everything." [source]

DAMP / multiplayer mode is not returning [source]

Ghil: "Im very sorry for the teasing tweet but to be very real, i really miss playing veilguard and to stop THERE and have to wait over a year is killing me tbh. Im bothered. My crops are dying. I am withering. I want to know what happens" [source]

A user asked a question around if there are dialogue options and choices available in the game that indicate a mixed or less favorable positive perspective on Solas. Bria, a Councilmember, shared: "As an Egg Cracker, I was pretty satisfied with what we saw. I don’t want to go into spoilers but I was able to play my Rook the way I wanted when it came to the Sad Egg Man." [source]

User: "would you be able to tell us if you can change your perspective while in a fight? Those circles we saw on the video were kind of hard to see from that angle". Ghil: "Like a bit- no promises but they told us a lot of stuff like that would be in an accessibility feature. I get pretty motion sick so I remember talking about backing it up a bit." [source]

Kala: "The amount of gasping, screaming, @/ElbenherzArt having to lay on the floor, @/hattedhedgehog and @/chaosbria having to stand up from excitement and us just being in shock the whole time. Yeah 🔟 😎" [source]

Kala shared that there are moments in the game that she knows people will freak out about [source], that in terms of marketing, she knows that the devs have more things planned [source], and that she found Bellara endearing, despite not usually vibing with optimistic and energetic characters [source]

Kala shared that she feels that the Lighthouse is way cooler than Skyhold [source]

Also, in early May 2024 Zach appeared on a podcast:

Zach: "I'm very excited because it looks like at the end of this year, the video game that I've been working on for about three or so years is gonna come out, and I'm really excited for that. I'm gonna come back on and I'm gonna promote that, you guys, you will have no choice, I'm coming back on." Host: "Does the video game feature dicks?" Zach: "I can't say too much about it, but it, it doesn't ignore dicks, you know what I mean? It doesn't, you know what, there might be, yeah, there's, it's a sexy video game, it's a hot video game." Host: "So are you a character?" Zach: "I'm a character in the video game." --- Zach: "I'm gonna come back on to promote the hell out of that, because I'm really excited about that. I'm still working on that, and that's been, like, I'm super grateful for that, because that's been going on for like three years and it's been consistent work." --- Zach: "I'm super excited about it [...]" "Other people help you make really amazing things, when humans get together they make pretty stuff, and this game looks amazing"

[source (acting career segment. source link isn't work-appropriate. I don't recommend the podcast)]

[sportsthoughts]

I am sick of Yohe's misery and spent five minutes thinking I wish I had ten nice things to read this morning before realising I could write them myself:

Jarry - who, let's not pretend otherwise, is not my favourite goalie in the NHL - was fantastic at lots of points especially at the start of the game (let's not talk about the bit where he wandered off at the end, we've all gone rouge at the end of a night out haven't we, let's not be judgemental). Do I know what makes a goalie fantastic? Not really. But he made lots of saves and there were many points where I thought we were done for but he came through. He really really tried and God loves a trier and it's also really nice that Ned got a bit of a break. Being a goalie for a special team like ours must be tiring

Nostril boy scored a great goal which is an enormous feat considering he was skating on a line with a Drew O'Connor who's shaved head looks so bad it would frankly throw anyone off their game. I wonder if Sid will now declare the baldness unlucky and send him to Geno's hair man

On that point - Doc admitted that his hair looks terrible - which, yes, I know that isn't exactly a win from a hockey perspective but it's a man showing self awareness which is a rare win for humanity and not to be overlooked. I think Yohe could actually really spice up his journalism by writing a piece on our hair to win ratio

Sid's assist on Raks' goal was gorgeous. Gorgeous!! It wasn't goal 600 but it was a point and a beautiful one AND we got to see him smile

Our powerplay wasn't horrific. Our PK wasn't horrific. At points they looked good! I didn't feel sick watching either and the dash managed to stay mostly sane!

All our young guys were pretty good! And hey!! We have young guys!! Young guys playing on our team!! Let us not be ungrateful for what we have. Do I squint at their numbers on my grainy livestream and say who is that? What line is that? Where did you come from? Yes, but change is sometimes good and they lower our average age by like ten years

Geno showed so much energy towards the end of the game. I know he didn't do much but my gosh he really tried! He clearly had the legs. I don't like to dwell on it but at some points last season he just looked slow and tired not quite there and last night he looked hungry for it! He's been so great this season. I could make a point about the motivational powers of the stache here but i'm not Rossi so i'll leave the RPF to those better qualified

Also, Geno's line started the game! We rarely get to see him being broody on the ice during the anthems so that was a lovely treat.

For my fellow stachefuckers, the sidstache (and rustache and others) are all going strong. How long will they survive? I'm not sure. But we've made it 20 days with our beautiful slugs intact and that's so much better than last year. We have so many pictures! So many gifs. So many clips of the stache being discussed! Movember 2024 has not disappointed

Finally, it was a Hockey Fights Cancer night! There were some lovely stories and it was so moving to see survivors celebrating at the game. I think this is where Sid would say something nice about hockey being more than a game and having the power to unite people and include them in a community and give hope and inspire and and and. So insert that here. I think he's right.

[creweemmaeec11]

Just a Sense

This is my secret santa snippet I wrote for @chaoticgoodthief. Their Prompt was:  "how about the joke villain going ballistic when someone hurts their designated hero?"

I really hope you like it!!!

"Alright, party's over," Hero's voice echoed through the empty halls of the museum.

Villain didn't bother turning around immediately, continuing to admire the painting they were looking at before casually turning to face their guest, "I'd have to disagree," They mused, hopping down from the ledge, "Now that you're here, the party can finally start,"

The Hero grinned, pulling their dagger out and twirling it between their fingers, "Alright, if you're looking for a dance partner-"

"Awe, come on!" The criminal interrupted, "We haven't even gotten to enjoy the museum yet!" they twirled with their arms out to gesture to everything around them, "We have the place to ourselves tonight! We can even go past the guard ropes, don't worry, I won't tell,"

The Hero raised an amused eyebrow, "You don't think I have better things to do?"

The Villain shot them a cheshire, all too knowing smile, "I think we both know you do, and we both know that's exactly why you're here in the first place,"

It was a distraction, for both of them. A game of cat and mouse that repeated like clockwork, comforting in its predictability. They were both safe here, in a weird way. They knew each other, knew the stakes, knew it wasn't actually a fight to the death, that no matter what, Villain would slip away at the end of the night, so they could do it all over again.

The Hero blushed, but rolled their eyes, failing to keep the slight smile off their face, "Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,"

"Put that butter knife away; we both know you're not actually going to stab me with it,"

"Oh yeah? I do have an actual job to do here, you know?" The Hero countered, crossing their arms.

"Oh my god, are you two done flirting yet?" A new voice cut in mockingly,  as a figure came out from behind one of the museum's pillar supports.

"Supervillain?!" both parties cried in unison.

Hero instinctively reached for their communicator, but Supervillain flicked a hand. The device shot out of Hero's grasp, shattering against the far wall.

"Now, now," Supervillain drawled, their voice cool and condescending, almost like disciplining a misbehaving child, "Calling for backup would ruin the whole point of me going through the effort of getting you alone, wouldn't it?"

"Supervillain, what are you doing here?" Villain asked, a cautious edge creeping into their usually carefree tone.

Supervillain glanced over to them, surprise flashing in their eyes, like they were shocked the Villain had even dared to speak to them.

"Leave." They commanded, "This doesn't concern you anymore," turning back toward the Hero, who was slowly backing away.

Villain saw the Hero glance at them, the fear, the silent plea for help in their eyes. They clenched their fists at their sides.

"Back off, I was here first,"

The Supervillain spun around at that, eyebrows fully raised, shock morphing into an almost... impressed expression.

"Oh, you're cute," they replied, lips curling into a smirk. "I don't believe we've met face to face, have we? Small fries don't usually cause much of a blip on my radar I'm afraid. But don't worry, tonight I'm actually doing you a favour,"

"A favour?" The Villain replied skeptically, narrowing their eyes.

"Well, I'm about to take this little nuisance behind us out of the way for you-"

Suddenly, the Hero behind them made a dash for it, but it was no use, as they were immediately flung backwards, crashing through a wall and an expensive painting along with it.

"Seriously, Hero? Running? You should know better by now."

"Get away from them!" Villain shot back, running toward the Hero who was struggling in the rubble.

"All right, your entertainment value has expired. I needed them without their backup, which they never need with you. You've served your purpose, now get out of my way," the Supervillain gestured at the Villain, as if to send them flying, but to their surprise, nothing happened, "what-"

Suddenly the Supervillain's world seemed to be spinning, running laps around their skull as they could no longer tell up from down. It was like vertigo from all directions at once. It was only then the horrifying realization hit them that their vision was fading.

"What the hell are you-!"

"Sensory manipulation," Villain said calmly, striding toward them, watching as the Supervillain came crashing down to the floor. "A little something I haven't had to use in a long time."

"You insolent little-!"

"Sense of sight, balance, motion... kind of hard to function when they suddenly get thrown into a blender huh? Proprioception really is a wonderful thing."

Supervillain was very quickly beginning to feel sick.

"Certain senses are more fun than others..." the Villain mused, crouching down next to them, "Nociception... the sense of pain... for example"

A gut-wrenching, blood-curdling, animalistic scream suddenly erupted from the Supervillain on the floor.

The pain only lasted for a second, but that was one second too long.

They were flailing, trying desperately to get away, to get a sense of anything. They couldn't tell where they were. Were they on the ground? Were they stuck to the ceiling? Were they floating in water? Even worse, they felt like they were losing a sense of not only where they were, but what and even who they were.

Supervillain didn't even realize they were shaking. They could feel panic flooding their system.

"Interoception is probably my favourite, though," Villain mused, their voice almost playful. "The sense of internal body states. Hunger, thirst.... panic... fear...." The Villain mused, tilting their head in thought, "How high do you think your heart rate can get before it gives out? Shall we find out?"

The Supervillain tried to speak, they really did, but it felt like the couldn't get enough oxygen into their lungs. They couldn't- hyperventilating- their body was-

It was like their body couldn't tell how fast their heart was already beating, yet it felt in desperate need to beat faster.

Then, like a sudden plunge into icy water, everything in their body seemed to balance. Their head was spinning, but they could see their vision beginning to come back. They could make out a blurry figure standing above them that was starting to move away.

"If I ever see you anywhere close to my hero again, I'll get the answer to my question," they warned as they went back over to the Hero in question.

There was a flash behind them, and the Supervillain vanished as they crouched down, "Are you okay?"

"What-.... what the hell was-..."

"Where does it hurt?" the Villain asked instead.

"Everywhere?" The hero huffed, dropping their head to the marble floor below.

The Villain closed their eyes for a moment, and suddenly, the hero could feel the pain melting away.

"Better?"

"How the hell did you-"

"Let's just say I always go easy on my favourite hero," they stood up, extending a hand down to the Hero, "Come on, I'll stop the heist if I get to take you out to dinner, on me,"

"Only if it comes with a side of explanations." The Hero rebuked.

"Deal,"

With that, the Villain helped the hero to their feet. They may have had a lot of explaining to do. But they also had a steak to order, and they had their priorities in order.

[maidflowery]

Fortified Wager ♠♠♠ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 10

♦︎♦︎ Aventurine x Reader ♦︎♦︎ 𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

🄱🄰🄲🄺 🅃🄾 【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ 9】

𝕋𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥

𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐕𝐒 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 (3)

POV: Aventurine

Owing to the nature of his profession, Aventurine had crossed paths with all kinds of individuals.

From riches to rags; from good to bad.

"Mr. Aventurine, while we initially praised your proposal, after reviewing your background, we've encountered a particular issue—namely, your past...”

“—I do! I do think your idea is fascinating. Still, no offense, but... you understand why my company can’t openly support someone like you, right?”

Those who were enamored with him and wanted to use him.

“Why?! Why do you have to kill your master?! It’s already bad enough that you’re a former slave, but a murderer?! How can we be together?! Papa won’t be fine with this!!”

“You're tantalizing to the eye, and your words are meltingly sweet, like honey... But at the end of the day, they belong to a gilded pauper. Don’t overstep your bounds. How about this: Be mine, and we can discuss this project further.”

Those who feared him and wanted him gone.

“All Avgins are treacherous bastards! Don’t trust any of his words! Lies, all of them!”

“If he kills before, then he’ll kill again. It’s him or us!”

After a multitude of such encounters, he developed a knack for reading their behavioral patterns. All he had to do was recall a similar individual from the past and make a conjecture based on their likely actions and tendencies. As a result, most social interactions became a routine for him—a game of guessing cards, one might say. And his guesses were usually right; it wasn’t even a gamble.

Human were selfish in nature. They made decisions that suited their own needs, depending on how they felt at the moment. As such, they ended up saying things they didn’t mean or couldn’t support, and decisions they later regretted or went back on.

The you of that night was most likely the same.

Hence, he had fully expected you to run.

He had expected you to make a mad dash for it, perhaps stumbling and tripping a few times with your newly obtained wealth in hand, before Billy Burnett could do anything to you.

But you didn’t.

The girl who almost bolted from the building from the sheer embarrassment, vanishing at every sign of his approach, didn’t run.

“Of course I know, you piece of shit!”

Hearing a dull, snapping sound, Aventurine instinctively turned around.

You were crying.

Under the flashing, drifting colors of the venue, the transparent tear droplet shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.

Surely, nothing could be more beautiful, was his initial thought as he processed the sight.

“But so what—?! So what if he killed his master?! I’d have done the same!!”

It occurred to him that you were crying for him.

Billy roared back, “Shut up!! You're just a pathetic slut serving tables!! Do you really think I can't destroy you?! That worthless slave won't protect you from me!!”

Though you shook and trembled, you stood tall, unwavering in the face of such a menacing and fearsome opponent.

“Watch your language! Aventurine is one of our most valued customers, and we do not tolerate any form of abuse or mistreatment toward him!”

You, who couldn’t hold his gaze for even a second, now stared straight at Billy. His fist could strike at any moment, yet you glared at him with eyes fierce and determined, like tempered steel.

He couldn’t look away.

“—Given that this behavior has persisted, we are left with no choice but to ask you to leave and ban you from returning!”

Even as you spoke of those lines, you sometimes tripped over your words and stuttered, trembling the whole time—yet you remained unyielding.

You could lose everything, yet you gave it all at that moment—just for him.

Was there ever someone who fought this hard for him?

His mind retraced the past, searching for any patterns, resemblances, or any individuals—all the way back to when he first met Madam Bonajade, where he had to advocate for himself, and beyond.

He could recall no one.

╔══ ≪ ♠♣♠ ≫ ══╗

Big Baddie made two huge mistakes that night.

SLAM—!

“What... did you just say...?!” Big Baddie growled, about to pop a vein as he slammed his hands against the table. “Did you just threaten to ban me for the sake of that good-for-nothing slave?!”

His first mistake was saying that to an Aventurine’s fan.

THUMP—!

In response, you brought your feet on the table, stomping on it!

“There. Is. Nothing. That. Isn’t. Good. About. Him!!!”

With your arms folded behind your back, your right hand tightly clutched the emerald and the sapphire collar pin. You’d sneakily retrieved them so you could return them to Aventurine later.

Suppressing your fear, you exhaled, and...

“—Where do I even begin?! He has the most mesmerizing, luxurious blond hair that glimmers like spun gold in the sunlight. I mean, it’s not just blond, it’s practically ethereal! I can only imagine how soft and silky it must feel to touch! Don’t get me started on those eyes! His eyes are a stunning blend of violet and cyan, like a breathtaking sunset blending into the twilight sky. It’s like they were painted by the divine artist of history, a magical combination that captivates anyone who dares to gaze into them. Oh, those entrancing colors! It’s as if each hue tells a story all its own! One moment, they glimmer with an electric energy, bright and vibrant, and the next, they hold a mysterious depth that pulls you in! And let’s talk about his style! I mean, he carries himself with such confidence, as if he knows he’s the most stunning person in the room. He always manages to look effortlessly perfect. It’s like the universe conspired to create the ultimate dream guy, and here he is, gracing us mere mortals with his presence! When he strides into a room, his jacket flows around him like the tails of a majestic peacock, effortlessly catching the light. With each step, he exudes a sense of confidence and grace! When he reaches his destination, with a swift yet graceful flick of his wrist, he’d flap his jacket! And then, comes the moment when he tips his hat. With a charming smile playing on his lips, he tilts his head slightly forward and raises the brim of his hat just enough to reveal those stunning multicolored eyes! Honestly, it’s downright unfair how gorgeous he is! The star of the show is when he says, ‘All in!’ with that killer smile on his lips! Such wild, bold sexiness, it can paralyze a man on track! When he won, he’d never fail to treat everyone! He feeds the poor! He helps those in need! His grace and compassion extend far and wide, rivaling the ocean! What is he?! The second-coming of Messiah?! And let’s not forget about his personality! He’s kind, funny, and charismatic! He’s always thoughtful when asking a question, while being fully considerate of my feelings! Not to mention, he treated me to exquisite desserts, and even shared his drink when I choked! It’s like he’s the complete package—a dazzling appearance paired with a heart of gold! Ah, right, I also found out about his cologne recently, such a breath of fresh air it was—"

...unleashed all the vocabularies you’d learned from kindergarten to college!! Apparently, the God of Linguistics was with you tonight, as you had no trouble speaking out loud!!

The entire time, camera flashes endlessly went off around you. Some even blatantly recorded the whole thing.

“—SHUT UP—!! SHUT THE FUCK UP—!!” Big Baddie screamed, clutching his head.

Weak.

Even though you kept it to around 400 words or so! Someone who couldn’t withstand a fangirl’s rant shouldn’t be criticizing their idol in the first place!

At the same time, deep down, you wished that even a single word would reach him, though you dared not look at him. Actually, you’d understand if he left already.

Also, yes, of course you were aware of how you came across right now. Despite acting coy earlier, you just revealed to everyone that you were a rabid fan of Aventurine. And that you knew of his past. ...And that you sniffed him.

In fact, murmurs from the crowd reached your ears.

— “Uh, the fuck? That’s honestly so creepy.”

— “It’s the so-called Main Character Syndrome...”

— “Ugh, I’m dying from the cringe.”

— “Can someone take her away? Please?”

Clear liquid trickled down your cheeks as you steeled yourself.

But Aventurine endured worse than this, for his whole life...

No, these weren’t tears. These were merely the sweats of a fangirl desperately trying to defend her idol, using any means necessary. You raised your hand to wipe it, only to notice it was trembling—your legs were shaking as well.

...Whelp! Nobody said bravery is the absence of fear!

Then, you suddenly remembered a major issue!

“...Actually, I take it back. You’re no piece of shit.”

He called Aventurine “shit painted with gold,” didn’t he—?!

“You, who extort money from orphans, are even less than that!"

Hearing this, Big Baddie was stunned for a moment, but then flashed you a sinister grin.

“...Well, don’tcha just say a bunch of interesting things? Seriously, who put you up to this? Your manager is which bastard?”

Naturally, Big Baddie didn’t remember Marius. You also used a broader term for the twins so he couldn’t figure it out.

Tilting your head slightly to the side, you gave him a meaningful, taunting smile. You squeezed the gems harder as if they were prayer beads, wishing for strength.

“No one.”

“So, an outsider? Who was it?! Was it that bitch from the pub?! Need I remind her that I know which kindergarten her kid goes to?!”

Big Baddie glowered frenziedly at you, like a feral beast ready to pounce.

“...”

Instead of answering, you gave him a knowing smile, secretly maintaining your breathing.

“I know! It’s that old coot who lives under the bridge! I should’ve broken her other leg as well!”

“...”

Your trembling hand wrapped around the gems so tight, you could feel their girdles digging into your palm.

“It’s the fisherman—”

Big Baddie’s guesses—or more like, victims—went on and on.

The single mother whose child’s beloved stuffed toy was torn apart in front of them. The widower whose late wife’s ashes were scattered in the street. The woman whose dog was poisoned. The farmer whose field was burned overnight.

You were quiet the whole time, listening not just to Big Baddie, but also to your surroundings.

After your latest antics, more and more people gathered to see what was happening. Some, as mentioned earlier, even took photos and recorded everything.

Sure enough, they had something to say about the situation.

— “Wait, is this for real? If so, isn’t that guy just deplorable...?”

— “Didn’t he drink truth serum or something like that? I saw it in the show advertisement...”

— “That waiter said he punched her manager...”

— “I know this guy! He’s Billy Burnett! He drowns people in debt with his sky-high interest rates! When someone can’t pay, he beats them to pulp!”

— “I know the farmer whose field was burned personally!”

— “I saw the news about that local fisherman!”

— “Eek! Why is such a dangerous guy roaming around freely?!”

— “Why isn’t he arrested yet?!”

— ...

Right? That’s the normal reaction, right?!

The world hasn’t gone completely insane, after all!

You wanted to believe everyone’s heart was the same. Well, except for those who dined on the exclusive floor during Judith’s incident—if their skin were cut, no blood would come out.

But honestly, it was most likely due to the fact that you were in the main dance venue instead of the exclusive floor.

Your smirk deepened.

While maintaining a provocative grin, you asked him, “Aren't you basically admitting to your crime? Aren't you afraid someone will report you to the police?”

“The police?! Pfft, ahaha!” Big Baddie scoffed at you as if he’d heard the stupidest shit ever. “Do you see me getting arrested!? They work for me! I’m the law! I’m absolute!”

All traces of expression vanished from your face.

You couldn’t believe it.

You couldn’t believe he’d take the bait.

True enough, someone convinced they could do no wrong often ended up creating their own weakness. Such was Big Baddie’s second and also biggest mistake.

Judith’s incident must’ve been easy to cover up in the first place, as few guests dined on the exclusive floor. Moreover, they appeared to be closely associated with the CEO.

But in the main dance venue, people from all over the world, from different classes and backgrounds, gathered just to watch the lucky gambler set more records in his winning streak. The game was guaranteed free of foul play, thanks to truth serum and other measures. And unlike in the exclusive floor, cameras and recordings were allowed.

At this sacred table reserved for Aventurine, Big Baddie confessed everything as if he were in purgatory. He seemed nonchalant—proud even—boasting about his crimes as if they were meritorious deeds. He even admitted to having the police wrapped around his little finger, all while the cameras rolled and the audience watched.

Try to escape this!

🂡 🂠 🂣 🂠

The plan for tonight was simple:

Approach Big Baddie → Get punched (almost) → Return the wallet and phone → Run (do not actually run)

Anyone with eyes could see that it ended in a massive failure.

Moreover, there was a certain clause in the NDA you’d signed:

‘—Failure to adhere to the plan, engage in suspicious activities, or undertake actions that may damage the reputation of Primavera will result in severe consequences, including, at a minimum, permanent exclusion, and potentially legal action.’

It perfectly described what you did tonight, so a permanent ban was pretty much guaranteed at this point.

Above all, you really, really shouldn’t have punched Big Baddie.

In fact, your initial plan was to fake getting punched in front of a crowd, creating a classic "male Karen vs. retail worker" scene that would surely go viral the next day.

And yet, you ended up punching him instead.

Regardless of what was said or done, the person who threw the first punch would always be seen as the culprit, as it was a decisive act that set tone for the situation.

You were going down either way—there was no changing this fact.

The weekly free fine dining and Lazuli Bells. The casual banter and occasional venting sessions with the friendly bartender, Teo. The one-sided fangirling moments with the shy Celine. The bickering with Marius. And above all, watching Aventurine’s spectacular match—

—All of it would end after tonight.

“Why the hell are you laughing?!”

Seeing that you just stood there, grinning like a fool, Big Baddie lashed out.

“Because I’m happy.”

“What’s there to be happy about?! You’re fucking dead meat after this!”

“Oh, wouldn’t you want to know?”

In fact, no one would ever know.

If the first one counted, then tonight would be your second meeting with Aventurine.

A disgraceful first meeting, and an even more disastrous second one.

However, unlike that night, you didn’t just stand by while people badmouthed him.

Hence, if you could somehow go back and relive this night, you'd do it all over again.

“Shut it, mouthy bitch! Just admit you’re scared!”

“...Scared?”

Your smile twitched.

“Of a guy bragging about his crimes like they're some kind of heroic deeds?”

Perhaps—no, you were afraid of Big Baddie. But after seeing his most recent behavior?

“I’m embarrassed for you!!”

Your palm held the warm, faceted gems you needed to return later.

But first, to create an opportunity to flee amidst the chaos.

Your face, hidden beneath the butterfly mask, twisted as every muscle contorted to form one word: disgust.

You drew a deep breath, silently bracing yourself.

"—If I were you, I’d die from sheer fucking shame!”

There, more than seven words.

“YOU—!!”

Then, Big Baddie’s fist flew toward your face.

Now, count to three and duck...!!

You didn’t even get to count.

“Huh?”

In the next moment, your vision spun upward as a strong tug yanked at your right arm. Without warning, you were falling, seized by gravity. You reflexively closed your eyes.

CRASH!! SHATTER!!

A loud bang, followed by the sharp shatter of glass, boomed in your ears. People were screaming. At the same time, your back landed against something soft and velvety—the premium leather couch of Primavera.

What just...?

Cautiously, you pried your eyes open, then they flew wide.

He was all that you could see.

A pair of violet-cyan eyes, inches from your face, pierced you as their owner towered over you, his hands on either side of your body.

However, no trace of his usual nonchalance or cheerful demeanor remained, to the point where you almost suspected he was a completely different person. He was expressionless, completely devoid of emotions. Only his multicolored eyes, which bore into you, seemed to hold a subtle, lingering hint of something.

Yet, he was undoubtedly your idol, Aventurine.

Did he... help me?

The you reflected within his eyes showed a confused expression.

Once the shock faded, you realized you couldn’t move. He had positioned himself between your legs, pinning you underneath him. Yet, it wasn’t painful or suffocating, as he was careful not to crush you. Still, having to stay in this position, legs hooked around his waist, constantly reminded of his presence...

You reflexively twisted yourself, and your weak, vain struggle was met with a derisive chuckle.

“Someone’s clearly been working hard to earn those gems.”

As he spoke, his violet-cyan eyes flicked to your hand clutching the emerald and collar pin. Only then did you notice his hand firmly pressing against your wrist.

A roguish grin tugged at his lips, not reaching his eyes, yet still undeniably alluring. His shirt was open for some reason, revealing his toned, lean chest. His tousled blond hair was even more ruffled than before. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from such a wildly tantalizing figure.

“Just a reminder,” he went on, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he stared at you. “No amount of wealth can reverse death.”

These words held every bit of the laid-back man’s seriousness.

Yet, you didn’t pay them any heed—you couldn’t.

Because you saw what was going on behind his back.

“Die...”

Having missed his first punch, Big Baddie was more enraged than ever. He tore the table, which was nailed to the floor, ready to hurl it at both of you!

No...!

This all started with your plan. Aventurine was just an innocent bystander who got caught up in it!

“Aventurine—! Watch out—!”

You pulled him, not knowing where the strength came from. In the next moment, the position was reversed, with Aventurine beneath you. Even he was surprised, his eyes widening. You shielded him, desperate to protect every inch of him.

“BOTH YOU AND THAT WORTHLESS SLAVE CAN DIE TOGETHER—!!”

Please, just not Aventurine...!

Such was your heartfelt prayer as you clenched your teeth, bracing for the impact.

Instead of bone-wrecking pain, you felt an arm wrap around your back, pulling you into a tight, protective embrace.

Then, you heard him speak, right beside your ear.

“Fortified Wager.”

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🄾🄽🅆🄰🅁🄳 🅃🄾 【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　１１】

[0v3rcast]

Gnaw (part 1)

Contains: Body Horror, Blood, Violence

You had fallen to Teyvat some time ago, pulled down from the sky by a brilliant platinum star, the elements gently beckoning for you, all of them trying to prove their land the most suitable for your descent.

"Welcome back, Sea-shaper," Hydro murmurs, their voice the babbling of streams and the roar of the angry sea all at once. "Fontaine has such sights to show you. As you created, we have created to honor your actions. For your beauty, we have made our people beautiful. You will want for nothing-"

"COME TO US, HOLY TINDER," Pyro roars, its voice the starving crackle of flame and the churning of molten rock as volcanoes erupt. "NATLAN AWAITS YOU WITH AN OFFERING OF ENDLESS PASSION. YOU SHALL NEVER GO UNPROTECTED, UNLOVED, OR HUNGRY."

"Welcome, almighty Whirlwind of Creation," Electro purrs, speaking with the rattle-boom of echoing thunder. "Shall you grace my people with your presence?"

"Welcome home, Blessed Foundation," Geo hums, their voice the whispers of sand and the ancient growl of tectonic plates shifting. "Liyue has grown prosperous since you've last seen it. Perhaps you should come to us instead, where the riches of Teyvat could be put directly to use in pleasing you?"

"Don't listen to them, First Breath! We've waited for you the longest, like, a whole forever! We were first!" Anemo pleads, in the tones of breeze softly rustling leaves and howling tornadoes. "Even if you just stop by, that's totally fine!"

"You've finally come home, Heart of Winter? Good. We have missed you so." Cryo coos, the flurrying of snow and ancient creaking of glaciers their voice. "Snezhnaya may be a harsh land, but faith is enough to warm the bodies of my people."

"Flower of Irminsul, Root of All, please! You cannot come down! Another wears your face, please turn back if only for a few more days!" Dendro howls, desperate, voice a cacophony of falling trees and leaves rustling. "You ar-"

Dendro's voice fades as you pass the point of no return and begin to burn through the sky towards Mondstadt, Anemo ripping at the air to direct your course even as the other elements rage at them for their impudence.

As you fall, the memory of this conversation fades from your mind.

Welcome home, Maker, whispers the Abyss into the back of your mind.

Since that day, your time in Teyvat had become quite difficult. Whatever hopes you'd had for this world were soundly dashed.

Mondstadt 'welcomed' you with scorn and hostility for sharing the same face as their Heiliger Schöpfer, the Divine above Divines.

You were unsure as to why they hated you so, simply for your face- especially since that face is one that's otherwise looked kindly upon in this world.

You do your best to take in the sights, all the same. Though you are confused by the frosty reception, this place is so much more interesting than the game shows.

There are many more homes and people, you see (and pet) some stray animals, pick a particularly low philanemo mushroom after a couple seconds of jumping and stretching in an attempt to reach it, and generally just enjoy the (rather tense) locale.

Your confusion became fear when the Knights of Favonius begin to chase you. You'd done no crime, why would they hunt you like this, especially with such wrathful looks on their faces?!

The closest you get to meeting any of the allogenes on friendly terms comes when you breeze past Sucrose, yelping out a greeting to her. She just watches you go, incredibly confused, before a Knight accidentally bowls her over in his maddened rush after you.

Just as you exit the gate, the Knights just behind you, yelling curses and what you presume are threats-

P a i n.

Eula Lawrence just pushed a greatsword through your lungs and out your back. You have no clue how she got here so fast, where from, or how you didn't notice her.

You gag and choke as your blood quickly rushes into the space (and out of your body, simultaneously).

With a vicious yank, she tears it from you in a diagonal motion, nearly carving you in half.

A darkly satisfied look in her eyes is all you receive when you uselessly try to gasp for air and plead for help.

Your vision begins to fade, but before you can die of blood loss her boot comes down.

(Your nascent godhood activates the moment you die, and it plots a new trajectory: your misery will shape you until such a time comes that you will never feel this suffering again.)

You wake screaming in the woods, hands coming to clutch at your chest.

A massive golden scar lies just between your xiphoid process and sternum, perfectly horizontal in a way that only comes with practice.

Your clothes are covered in the brownish rusty red of old dried blood, and quite badly torn from where you were sliced nearly in two.

Breathing feels... easier, somehow. Like your lungs didn't just heal from immense trauma.

Your stomach aches badly and your mouth feels like it's full of sand. How long have you been laying here beneath the sun?

Your attempts to rise from this resting place are fruitless. You're so exhausted you can barely move your fingers.

Darkness slowly weighs your eyelids down and you fall asleep, even though you know you should not.

---

Elsewhere in the world, a being wearing your face stares up at a statue to themselves, noting with some alarm the golden scar across its chest.

The only recent news they had about an imposter was the Lawrence outcast running one through.

Now they'll have to find some way to replicate your scar and keep up the ruse.

"The original has truly descended, then... fine." They hiss, words venomous, glaring at the face of the statue. "If I can't have this place as my playground, then they won't get to have you."

---

The next time you wake, it is night, and the hunger in your belly is gnawing at you with such fervor that you feel lightheaded.

When you stand, your head twinges with pain as if to protest even this miniscule expenditure of energy.

Your body stumbles at first, briefly overcome by vertigo, but quickly adjusts.

Your mind changes its tune completely upon seeing a plump, ripe Sunsettia growing on its branch.

You desperately scramble over to pull the Sunsettia from the tree- only for it to drop into your waiting hands as soon as you reach up.

The 'how' of this doesn't quite matter to you in the moment. You bite into the ripe fruit and moan in bliss at the tart taste of the flesh and the sweetness of the juices. Within twenty seconds, you've reduced this fruit to a nubby pit, almost like a peach has.

That's kinda neat, actually. You distantly wonder what you have to crossbreed with a peach to make Sunsettias.

You pat the tree as if to thank it, not noticing that it suddenly stands a bit straighter or how its leaves are just a tiny bit greener, and go to find a nice place to put down this future Sunsettia tree.

You eventually get bored of looking for a good place and just poke a hole into the ground with a fallen branch, then stuff the remains of your first Sunsettia into the hole.

You wander off into the woods in hopes of finding a road, unaware of the golden-leaved sapling slowly growing behind you.

With a new source of energy in your system, you feel the urge to get moving- might as well make the most of this while you have it.

Your stamina is better than before, it feels like. Distances that previously felt difficult feel easier on your legs- and definitely on your lungs.

Perhaps this has something to do with your demise?

...what's that weird whistling soun-

You fall, dead, an Anemo-enriched arrow punching through the back of your head.

For a brief moment, you dream of a place deep beneath the surface of Teyvat, and a ruined statue oozing corruption into infinite darkness.

You wake with a small headache, very hungry, and more than a little pissed. Won't people just leave you the fuck alone?

Somehow, you feel sturdier. Less breakable. As nice as that is, you don't particularly feel up to testing it.

You stand.

Perhaps you should avoid civilization from now on.

[muzzlemouths]

I JSUT SAW THE DIR CUT THING EXPLODES okay okay i have so much i wanna ask(mostly related to the polls im sorry its so interesting of a mechanic) . ! - FIRST did you originally plan on the fic to be poll based or was it a later decision? - did we as a collective ever make any/a ddecision you were genuinely surprised about? any big things you had/(have? 👀) in mind only for us to totally dash your hopes and dreams? - are any of the counselors ones you're sad died? who has been the most disappointing for you so far? (who were you hoping would survive?) - if you could give us a rating 1-10 or so, how well would you say we've done so far? (personally id give it a B ish..) - Aside from Chet, could we have saved everyone? (also because im a sucker for feels, were any of the kids who died personal hits for sun/moon? any close bonds that were cut?)

⭐️ Director's Cut ask game

Did you originally plan on the fic to be poll based or was it a later decision?

I wanted it to be poll based from the start! I first came up with the idea last October, but I was originally going to do it similar to OWRF. Within that year, however, I realized that using polls would streamline the process and make it much easier on me, which is fantastic, because writing OWRF with the initial Choose Your Own Story mechanic I'd been using felt like trying to control a derailing train at all times.

Did we as a collective ever make any/a ddecision you were genuinely surprised about? any big things you had/(have? 👀) in mind only for us to totally dash your hopes and dreams?

All of them. I need y'all to understand I had to sit down and rewrite a solid chunk of my outline because I had set it up/started writing certain scenes under the assumption that that's the route/decision we'd be pursuing, but time and time again, everyone surprised me.

I wasn't expecting y'all to save Dolly (much less be so passionate about turning this into an Everyone Lives run), I wasn't expecting you to trust Moon (though in hindsight, I should have known. This is their fandom we're in after all), and I definitely wasn't expecting this last decision to be such a tight race.

Complete transparency here, I had fully anticipated that the majority vote would be to Agree(lie), and I had to scramble to rearrange some pieces of the outline when it became glaringly obvious that lying was the last thing any of you wanted to do. I'm grateful for it, though.

I said it before and I'll say it again: the y/n of this story changes with each decision made. They have some set personality traits, sure, but most of it is entirely determined by you, the readers. Seeing the votes flood in — with lying as the least popular opinion — not only surprised me but gave me a much needed reality check on where our y/n stands, which in turn allowed me to scrap the original first page of what happened next in favor of writing something that is reflective of the decision, and I am much happier with it now. Proud of you guys.

Are any of the counselors ones you're sad died? who has been the most disappointing for you so far? (who were you hoping would survive?)

Man. Man. Had you asked me my opinion on Chet at the beginning of writing this fic I'd have read the guy to filth. But now? Regretfully I am beginning to like him. I'm almost upset that I'd made the decision to make his death inevitable, but so much hinges on it, so it was a necessary sacrifice. (Also, I'm supposed to remain unbiased about these things, but if you guys get Oscar killed I will cry and cry)

If you could give us a rating 1-10 or so, how well would you say we've done so far? (personally id give it a B ish..)

Considering we're currently on what I consider the best route? I'd say you're doing pretty damn well! There hasn't been a single vote thus far that leads to the bad route, and the results of the most recent poll have officially locked us out of the bad route entirely. I am clapping and cheering for you!!!! congrats!!! 🎉

Aside from Chet, could we have saved everyone?

You could, and you still can! But Oscar isn't the only life you will need to save.

[oceandiagonale]

Volo here got a speedrun record of getting into a meanful relationship AND breakup, bro just went for it

Meanwhile Guzma over here is stuck in a 500k slowburn fic like a true soldier

PFFFTTTTTT

volo, speedrunner: and if we stand in this spot at JUST the right time and we have the right Secret ID and world seed -- this is why we did the RNG manipulation at the start of the game -- you can clip out of bounds and go directly to the end credits. It's all really quite simple, I got it on my first try, though I did have an advantage in that I was familiar with most of the controls from the prequel series --

guzma, completionist: so we're almost done with collecting every recipe -- we just gotta remake a couple of 'em with different toppings and we're missing some of the desserts that're locked behind other events and the skilltree. Now we've been grinding up for skill points, but we're actually gonna put these towards upgrading our dash ability and mitigating effects of low sleep, it's gonna really matter in the next -- chat, I already TOLD ya the romance skill tree's locked for a couple more plot points -- no, I'm not gonna use a speedrun strat to activate it before the cutscene!! -- chat, this isn't rigged, it's -- you're here at an 100% stream, you're gonna have t'wait -- all right, knuckleheads, I'll unlock the screaming sound for 2 minutes if ya wanna waste all your channel points on it, but I'm gonna keep makin' mac n cheese while you're doing that -- IT'S NOT RIGGED!

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.153 Another one

It's 3 a.m., and I'm jolted out of that good good sleep because Desiree is screaming like she's trying to raise the dead or something. I jolt up, disoriented and dazed, and dash to the nursery to see what she needs, but when I get there, I see that she is flat out pissed. Of course, I don't like that she is unhappy, but her little down-turned eyebrows and poked out lip make me laugh. She looks like I owe her money or something, heh. Infant life is so hard. Your caretakers are asleep when you're awake, you can't do anything for yourself, and to top it off, there's no one to hold you at night. That's what she's really mad about because as soon as I pick her up, everything is peachy. She's getting so smart and figured out how to game the system and bend it to her will. When she screams, I come running and pick her up. Fortunately for her, I love holding her. At some point, however, she's going to have to learn she can't be in our arms 24/7.

She's so beautiful and looks more and more like Sophia every day. And she's strong too. I think it's time to get her mobile, or at least sitting up on her own. Then we can feed her in the highchair and start exploring different foods. As fun as that adventure sounds, I also kinda want her to stop growing for a little while. Tami, Dub's daughter, is a toddler already, and it feels like she was just born a few days ago. They grow up too fast, and before we know it, they'll be in high school making googly eyes at boys.

I tried to put her back in the crib a few times, but she had a fit at every attempt. It was just after dawn when she was sleepy enough to accept I know best. I need a nap too, but there's no use in trying to go back to sleep now. The sun is rising, so I grab Rosie and go for a jog. Fresh air and an increased heart rate will wake me right up. It's been a minute since we've done this, and she is stoked. My knees, on the other hand, are not. (sigh)

When I get to Dad's house, I want to stop in and say hello even though I know he's not there. It's so weird seeing it there, waiting for me to do something with it. I know grief is a process, and eventually I'll get to a place where seeing it brings back happy memories instead of reminders that he is no longer with us, but I want to be there now.

It's funny how being a parent changes how I look at the world. Things I've ignored for years suddenly become relevant. Like, I just realized there's a park behind his house. I probably saw it many times and forgot about it because it had nothing to do with me. But today, I feel like I'm seeing it for the first time and am glad Desi won't have to go too far to meet other kids and stretch her imaginative wings. At least I hope there are other children in this neighborhood. All the ones I knew are all grown up now. Regardless, there are plenty of places in this city where we can take her to socialize.

Just as I headed back home, Mama called to tell me Dwayne had passed away. I give her my condolences and tell her we'll be around as soon as Sophia wakes up. This is just not our family's week. Mama lost both her loves pretty much at the same time, and despite my feelings about that situation, it can't be easy for her to deal with, and I feel for her. But what alarms me the most is knowing her time is even shorter than I thought, and I don't know how to reconcile that.

[luciellita]

The Fallen Apple: Stained Memories

"Memories last forever."

╰---•❥ Written by: Lucielitta

A Haitani brothers x sister reader One shot.

Length: 1,666 words

"Don't you think it's also time?" The eldest peered in, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips; his voice trailing off the moment he looked forward.

"Nevermind," He dismissed with a soft chuckle, returning his gaze at the crimson red that was in his hand. "You're never sure of your answers anyways." The sound of the knife carefully peeling the skin off of the apple was quiet, steady.

"No, no," the middle mused, his smirk never leaving his face as he leaned on the wall beside his elder brother. "She's not one to decide on anything at all." His chuckle was a hint of fondness and humor as he thought about their sister. "She always has to have someone else tell her what to do."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Ran hummed at Rindou's words with a small smile on his lips, finding it humorous. He snickered; reminiscing the time when they were younger.

When the evening scene would fall and the siblings snuck away from the harsh reality of living and escaped to the nearby playground, the empty expanse of the area served as their sanctuary. They would swing on the swings with reckless abandon, chased each other through the shadows in a game of tag, and fill the cold air with their laughter and fun, embracing the simple joy of being just kids.

"Not this time!" She ran as fast as her legs could go as she rounded a corner with fixed street lights. Her brothers followed behind as one stopped a halt. Holding her knee, she caught her breath. "That-that was fun!" She spoke between ragged breaths, smiling wildly. Though, Rindou was more worried than happy. "ARE YOU INSANE?!-" he practically yelled. Sure, he had his fun. But she surprised him with the sudden dash. Before he could say another mouth full of worry, his sister calmly spoke.

"Hey! Rin-nii, come on! It's okay. I mean," raising her hand, she softly pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. "When was the last time we've done something like this?" She expressed. It was true. It's been a long time since they have last done this. Ever since their involvements with a dangerous community, they haven't had much fun like this. All they did was wait, wait, and wait. Be there for each other and avoid danger at all times. But not today. This day, they're going to have fun.

No busy schedule, tiring days, or worry will stop her from having fun once in a while.

"Nii-chan-really. It's okay! Stop worrying so much. Come on. Let's have some fun," reassuring her anxious brother.

Sweat was running down his frowed brows and fogged his glasses. "Even just for a little bit." Wanting to let this slip, even just for once. As she looked at her brother, pleadingly.

"Fine... I give in." Rindou sighed heavily. Finally: giving in, cracking a slight nervous yet mischievous smile on his face. "Finally. You're so lame all the time." The girl teased, laughing lightly while he playfully rolled his eyes at her, adjusting his tilted glasses.

"Oi! You two!" An angry voice yelled behind, running after the two with urgency and worry. "Where are you going?!" The silhouette stepped into the light, casting the veins on his forehead. "You either get back here or else!" He warned.

The girl laughed in amusement as she grabbed Rindou's shaky hand, turning their backs on Ran and dashed for it. "I'M- I'M SORRY!!" The brother screamed, his coolness went away as fear took over him while he let his sister lead him away from the unavoidable trouble they faced.

He wondered, just what are they gonna do once Ran catches up to them?

The girl laughed nervously, a blurred mix of fear, adrenaline, and fun filled her senses. Her brother, Rindou, beside her, looked up at Ran with regret and fear in his eyes.

Ran snickered, laughter bursts out of his calm facade, "It's either that or she just freezes up and leave or do everything at once." He snickered at the memory, "It was so damn hilarious."

"I can't believe she just did that!" Rindou spoke with disbelief and nervousness in his face as he pointed at their sister, "I was just trying to catch her before you come back but- She just grabbed my hand and ran away!" He explained hurriedly to their older brother who wore a frustrated expression on his face. His two braided hair slightly disheveled from the chase.

"You..." Ran's voice trailed to a low grumble, burying his face into the palm of his hand before looking down on her, sighing. "I know you want to have fun but you have to let me know next time." He spoke to her, looking between Rindou and the girl. Even he can't handle her wild attitude.

Sweat ran down her forehead as she looked up their older brother with nervousness. Rindou, stepped back away from the tension with a apologetic look on his face for her.

"And next time..." His voice dropping na octave lower, a hint of warning in his tone. "Don't. Cause. Trouble."

"I'm..." She gulped, "Sorry..." She smiled nervously, standing still as his worried and frustrated figure walked towards hers.

His knife made its way around it's skin, separating it's flesh, it followed by a crisp snap that broke away from the flesh of the apple; snapping both the brothers thoughts away from the memories that kept them away, away from the recent incident that occurred because of themselves.

A quarrel between the Haitani's, a rare occurrence for them began in their residence. Harsh words were hurled at between the two; each word threatening their bond and loyalty towards one another as inner turmoil fogged the mind of the eldest's calm facade.

"Nii-chan! Just what is going on? Why are you doing this?? Why leave?!" Rindou let out a yell, slowly approaching him from the door, a mix of anger and confusion in his voice as he stared at Ran who turned his back on them.

"You two... Are well off in where you are. I don't want to bring any more danger in our family."

His response bubbled up emotions within Rindou. Worry, fear, and the unsureness of this sudden decision. "Do you even hear yourself?! We've always lived this kind of life- and you- you're just gonna leave when everything's going on our way?!" He questioned, seeking an explanation from his older brother's behavior. "You're being unreasonable! Maybe you should listen to us instead of trying to control everything yourself!"

Muffled voices rang in Ran's ears as his vision fogged up.

He had always thought that as long as they have each other, they can get through anything. Being the driving force behind their rise, that influence and power would allow them survival and living. But the moment he led them into the life of delinquency, danger loomed behind them like a cloud of raining disaster and that was then he knew that it was no longer enough.

With their sister's presence, he realized how fragile their lives were more fragile that he had thought. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to them, and he knew that his own actions and choices had led them down a dangerous path.

However, he realized that this life was his and his alone. His siblings did not belong in this world, no matter how skilled or resilient they were. It was a dangerous and unpredictable life, and he wanted to keep them as far away from it as possible. And so, he decided to distance himself now that he knows that they are well off by themselves. Away from the danger that he's carrying.

But how could they understand that when it's engraved in their minds about their loyalty and bond with one another?

His fists were clenched to his sides and as he spun around to beat some sense into his little brother. The time suddenly slowed down yet he couldn't stop his fist from swinging once from the sudden realization.

The girl stumbled backwards, her head crashed into the sharp corner of the ground with a sickening thud and crack. A gasp escaped her lips, her vision swimming as she crumpled to the ground. It left her dazed and disoriented. And within a few seconds, she let out a pained cry, her hand instinctively flying to the back of her head where a lump was starting to form.

The sound of her pain echoed throughout the room, snapping the brothers' horror-filled gazes of their sister on the ground. Ran rushed to her side as Rindou stumbled his way on her other, unsure of what to do while worry and fear overtook his mind.

Ran reached down to carefully lift her pained head up from the ground and placed her head on his lap while reassuring her that she'll be fine.

"Rindou! What are you doing there- call an ambulance!" Ran called, his voice breaking Rindou out of his shock as his hand shakily dialed the number and called the operator.

The elder brother looked down as sweat dripped down his forehead and onto her shaking form. Her blood was so red, it mixed with his hands' as her skin turned cold and pale.

It was in his hand-The pale unsliced innards of the apple were laid upon their eyes, leaving a reminder of their sister's current state.

She laid on her bed of white, skin; pale. The monitors hooked on her body made a rhythmic intervals that broke the stillness that sounded the room. Each a quiet, reassuring soft hissed whisper reassured her waiting brothers that she still clung onto to life.

He looked down at his hand, mind still in the past, feeling the slick warmth and seeing the vivid reddened hue staining his skin.

Ran wondered if it was her blood or just the lingering heat from the apple that still clung to his palm. Perhaps it was both.

- Did I do this Tumblr thing right?

Notes:

This is my first time in years since I started writing again so I'm starting to try to get comfortable with this.

It's messy but I tried.

[hazel-islivingtrash]

New chapter inbound! Satoru and Suguru have a little date together, which leads to them being covered in flour and [redacted]~

You'll have to wait until tomorrow to see where it takes them ;)

This chapter will be posted at my usual time of around 3pm eastern time! I meant to post this sneak peak yesterday but I was busy moving back home from college and revising the chapter :))

Also! Before we get into the sneak peek, I want to thank everyone for all their support and questions lately! We've hit 300 kudos on From the Start which is absolutely breathtaking😭😭 ❤️❤️ I've been having a lot of fun answering them and interacting with you guys <3 You're all the best! Lots of love❤️❤️

Now, sneak peek time~

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Sneak peek of chapter 15: More Than Anythin’ I Ever Felt Before (spoiler free)

“Almost done,” Suguru said, sliding over the tray filled with cupcake liners. “We’re gonna fill these around halfway then stick ‘em in the oven for around 18 minutes.”

Satoru nodded and started to help him, filling up all 12 slots, sneaking a taste of the batter when some of it dripped onto the pan.

He started trying to wipe up the mess he left on the counter as Suguru placed the cupcakes into the oven. They both cleaned up most of the mess, and as Satoru was tossing a paper towel into the trash can, a cloud of white dust curled around his head.

“What the…?” He said as he turned to Suguru, who was suspiciously hiding his hands behind his back, his eyes lit with a bright fire.

“What was that?” Satoru questioned, leaning to try to get a look at Suguru’s hands. He barely had enough time to register what was happening when one of those hands came up and splashed his face with flour. 

Suguru started laughing hysterically as Satoru stood there dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open in shock as flour dusted his face. Suguru had to brace himself on the counter, he was laughing so hard, which gave Satoru enough time to come to his senses for revenge. Two can play at that game.

He grabbed a handful of flour himself and dashed behind Suguru, bringing his hand up to the man’s chest to pull him upward. Suguru’s laughs abruptly stopped at that motion and turned into a shrill gasp when Satoru tossed flour back into his face.

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[666writingcafe]

Hello, hope you've been well! May I please have an order of,

“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?” for Levi with a side of femdom if you don't mind

You've done such lovely work with your menu items, I'm 😍

Order #8

“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?” Levi x FemDom!MC

I really wish MC was here right now. Their presence alone would have stopped tonight's dinner conversation in its tracks before it had even begun.

Unfortunately, they're in the human world with Solomon at the moment, running errands and visiting their parents, so I'm stuck having to listen to my brothers talk about pegging.

It predictably started with Asmo recounting one of his latest adventures at the club. Apparently, one of the frequent succubi visitors convinced him to go home with her and have her top him. Normally, I'd pop in my earbuds and drown him out with music, but Lucifer has recently put a ban on using our phones at the dinner table. I get that he wants us to bond as a family or whatever, but if that's the case, then he really ought to set some ground rules for appropriate conversation topics, because I'm pretty sure Asmo's sexual escapades would not make the list. Then, at least I can sit through a whole meal without feeling the need to throw up.

"Don't get me wrong, it was a nice experience, but I felt like something was missing," Asmo tells us. "It was almost like...I didn't trust her authority or something. Isn't that weird?"

"Not necessarily," Satan replies, much to everyone's shock. "Think about it for a second: we've all given control over to someone else. We feel an obligation to serve this particular individual in a way that we haven't ever done previously, which will make it harder for another person to change where our loyalties lie."

"I guess, but there's no way she's done something like that, right? I mean, getting on top and riding is one thing, but to have that much control over someone? Surely she'd think it was crossing a line and potentially abusing her power?" Silence. Lucifer and Beel exchange glances before taking a sip out of their drink, and Mammon's face reddens as he stares down at his plate. I try to take the opportunity to excuse myself so that I can hole up in my room, but Belphie's voice stops me in my tracks.

"MC has, and she will continue doing so." I nearly drop my plate. You would think that I'd be used to my brother's bluntness by now, but there are times where it still catches me off guard.

"And how would you know, Belphie?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Asmo's eyes widen.

"When did this happen?" Belphie shrugs.

"Last time she was staying with us."

"And you did it before me?!"

"You were busy. She didn't want to bother you." Belphie pauses. "Although if you're looking for the person who put the bug in her ear to begin with, I'd focus your attention at the head of the table."

"Seriously, Lucifer?!" I take advantage of the ensuing squabbling to leave the dining room completely. Putting my dirty plate in the sink, I dash up the stairs and into my bedroom, quickly closing the door behind me before sinking down into my gaming chair.

I'm more flustered than anything else. To be honest, I've thought about asking MC to do that sort of thing with me, but I was afraid they wouldn't be into it. But the fact that they've done it multiple times with different people...

I boot up my computer and pull up the human world's take on Solitaire on it. I don't have to think too much about it, and it should distract me from the unwholesome thoughts brewing in my head, at least for a little while.

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Bzz-bzz.

A text notification.

Are you awake?

Shit.

yeah. everything okay?

Yep. Will be outside your door in a moment. I have a present for you.

I swallow nervously as I get up from my chair and walk towards the door. After the events at dinner, I can't imagine MC's visit is going to go all that well; I'm going to end up being a stammering mess.

Turning the door handle, I step out of the way so that she can enter my room. She's wearing a black trench coat, the belt tying it shut around her waist.

"Close the door." I do as she asks, and she mutters something as she draws symbols on the door with her finger. When she's finished, the symbols faintly glow white.

"Making sure no one can barge in and interrupt us," MC explains, stepping away from the door before plopping down on the beanbag chair in the corner.

"Your brother blew up Solomon's phone. He was furious over what was discussed over dinner tonight, and I think Solomon only succeeded in enraging him even more. I figured that if he felt that way, then you'd be moments away from flooding the damn place, and I wanted to make sure you were okay." I know she can see right through my forced laugh.

"I'll be fine," I tell her. "Just a lot to take in, that's all."

"Understandable. Didn't think I'd be into it, but I've come to enjoy making powerful, stoic men whimper and beg for me." Another swallow. I feel my face warm up.

"Solomon's been a bad influence on you," I murmur.

"Oh, I've always been blunt. I just know when to reel it in and when to let it out. Which brings me to my main point." MC stands up and beckons me over to her.

"I want you to unwrap me," she instructs. My brain momentarily shuts down, but then with shaking hands, I untie the coat's belt. MC pulls her arms out of the coat and lets it drop to the floor, revealing...

Fuck.

I find myself dropping to my knees.

It's my color.

"I knew you'd like it," she whispers, gently stroking the plastic strap-on. "I found it the other day at one of the shops Solomon and I stopped through. Wanna touch it?"

I tentatively wrap my hand around it and instantly freeze. It shouldn't feel like that.

"Magic, I'm assuming?" MC nods their head.

"Created to feel like the real thing to the person on the receiving end. They had different colors, and I might go back and get more, but I wanted to test it out with you first, if that's okay with you."

I'm in a daze as she helps me up and guides me over to my bed. A recent purchase, mainly for MC's benefit. The bathtub is too small for two people, after all.

She removes my pants and underwear and tosses them to the side, then reaches over me to grab the lube off the bedside table. Once her fingers are coated adequately, she circles my rim a couple times before sticking one inside.

The sensation makes me squeak, and a couple thrusts have me shaking at her touch. MC giggles.

"Look at you, squirming underneath me with that pretty flush all over your face," she coos. "Can't even take a little bit of teasing, can you?"

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[blackjackkent]

Prompt fill for @theajaheira from this ask meme: Lord Huron Lyric Prompts

Jaheira - "do you know what loneliness does to a man"

As I'm doing more often these days - didn't use the exact quote but let it inspire me and then modified a little to fit the story. Set about ten years pre-BG3. Caden is my Bhaalspawn PC from BG1/BG2. Hope you enjoy! c:

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Caden’s eyes drift half-open drowsily and he stares up at the ceiling of the guest room of Elerrathin’s Home. At first he’s not sure what woke him - perhaps one of Jaheira’s small horde of adopted children causing chaos downstairs - but then he hears it. A muted, rhythmic, slightly atonal whistling coming from the roof.

“D’you hear that?” he mumbles. Aerie, still sleeping peacefully at his side, doesn’t answer. After a moment’s hesitation, he gives in to his curiosity and slides carefully out from under the blanket so as not to wake his wife.

It’s a little hard to find the route upwards, presumably so the children don’t make use of it - a ladder carefully inset into the climbing vines along the upper floor’s rear balcony. (Plants among more plants - the balcony is strewn with pots of flowering buds, jars of dirt waiting for use, long planters with the stems of autumn vegetables just starting to poke into view. Like so much of Jaheira's house, it is a sanctuary of green amidst the dusty brown of the city streets.) Caden carefully avoids damaging any of the vines as he clambers up the ladder; his shoulder twinges with the unexpected exertion and he grunts. Gods, getting old, aren't you, boy?

Emerging onto the gentle slope of the roof, he blinks, for a moment dazzled by the brilliant orange of the sunrise against which the endless buildings of the Lower City are silhouetted. The fall air is crisp and cold and raises goosebumps on his skin as he steps out of the cozy warmth of the house below. 

Jaheira sits with her back to him on the edge of the rooftop, looking out to the west away from the sunrise and towards the grey sheet of the harbor not yet touched by the daylight. Her head is ducked slightly, and it takes him a moment to realize that the strange sounds are coming from her - she’s playing, very unsteadily, a simple tune on a small and very battered tin whistle. 

He moves softly, but she hears him anyway, and her head snaps up, turning to glance over her shoulder. She fists one hand tightly around the whistle, dropping it into her lap as if to hide it. “Ah. You’re awake, my friend,” she says.

He smiles. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just came up to listen.”

She snorts softly. “We have known each other long enough that there is no need for flattery, Caden.”

“I didn’t say I was listening because it was good.” He sticks his tongue out at her.

This elicits a soft laugh, and her shoulders relax slightly. “No, I should think not. I cannot quite get the touch for it, despite my efforts.” She lifts the whistle again and turns it slowly in her fingertips, watching as it catches a muted reflection of the slow-rising sunlight. “I do believe it is mocking me.”

He grins, moving to sit beside her so his legs dangle off the roof edge. “I’m sure someone in the city could teach you.”

“For coin and time - neither of which I have to spend on such frivolity,” she says wryly.

He raises an eyebrow. “Ah, right, you’re the High Harper now. No more fun and games, hm?”

“Just so.”

“There are those who would say we, of all people in the world, have earned a little frivolity,” he points out.

There’s a dash of humor in his voice, though, because he already knows the answer she will give him even before she speaks the words. So he’s not surprised when she shakes her head. “There is always yet more work to be done,” she murmurs. “For the city. For my children. Perhaps for the world, if it should have need of me again.”

Caden juts his lower lip out stubbornly. “If the world should have need of me again, someone can bloody well tell it that I'm not available for hire. And nor is Aerie. We've given enough.”

“You and Aerie have many happy years yet ahead; I would not take that from you,” Jaheira says quietly. 

A pause, and then she laughs again, but this time it is a somewhat darker sound, sardonic, self-deprecating.“But… ah, well. You see that this is what loneliness will do to a woman.” She gestures vaguely with the whistle. “She takes to brooding on rooftops and plotting self-sacrifice, and tormenting the local cat population with the squeaks of a whistle.”

Caden frowns. “Is that what you are?” he asks. “Lonely?” 

Her head jerks, her gaze flicking away out across the buildings around them. Then she smiles, and suddenly the moment passes, the tension in her face loosening. “We may call that a slip of the tongue,” she says mildly. “What time do I have to be alone, with that crop of rascals running about downstairs? Not to mention the Harpers under my command - who seem younger every year. And you, just now, as my guest.” She shakes her head. “No - I am not alone, and for that I am grateful.”

“Alone and lonely are not the same thing,” he says gently.

Again that flicker of a shadow crosses her face. “Do not press me on this, cub,” she says. “A slip of the tongue, no more.”

“Cub. You’re not really so much older than I am, you know,” he says dryly.

“Nonsense.” Her expression softens as she glances at him affectionately, and then she grins. “You were the first wayward child I ever raised, long before Rion.”

“I was twenty!” He laughs, nudging her gently in the shoulder. “But believe whatever you want.”

She smiles. Whatever dark thoughts led her to the rooftop seem to have passed, or at least burrowed themselves into better hiding; she tucks the whistle casually into a pocket and pushes herself to her feet. “Come. I will leave aside this travesty against melody, and let us go down to breakfast.”

[reve-writes]

—courtyard kisses. | hades game zagreus x reader.

he's trying to escape. again. you need to stop him. again.

IF IT WEREN'T FOR ZAGREUS, you wouldn't have to be posted at the House of Hades for most of the day—or night, you could never really tell in the Underworld. As much as you loved his company, Zagreus was always too stubborn for his own good. Now, his hard skull was fixated on escaping to the surface and many were already assigned by Lord Hades to do everything in their power to stop him.

“Ah, ___,” He greeted you as he dashed quickly into his bedroom, seeming slightly disheveled. You rolled your eyes, following him inside as he rinsed his face with the basin by his bedside.

“Pleasant trip?” You asked.

“As pleasant as the last twenty,” he replied, dabbing the water on his face dry with a towel. “I might go for the twenty-second trip.”

You collapsed on the quilted sofa in his room. “Seriously, Zag? Take the day off. I can't be bothered to fight you for the fifth time today.”

“This will be easier if you simply let me pass, my dear ___.” Zagreus leaned against the doorway to his courtyard, shooting a pleading look towards you.

“Stop looking at me like that. While you have no concerns with upsetting your father, some of us actually don't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.”

“Well, in that case.”

He immediately dashed out of his room and you peeled yourself off of the chair, running after him. When you reached the courtyard, he was still standing there by the railing with an amused look on his face.

You groaned in frustration, pushing him by the chest until his lower back was pressed against the balustrade. “Get back inside, Zag.”

Zagreus chuckled, combing his dark hair back with his fingers. You thought your heart skipped a beat. “And if I don't?”

You unsheathed one of your blades—one half of your double-ended sword and held it in front of you. “We've done this dance before. You know I don't want to hurt you.”

The two of you treated it as a normal sparring session, although usually Achilles would be there overseeing Zagreus' training. Usually, neither of you would actually be dead, as well. However, Zag's escape attempts had all turned regularity into chaos.

“Me neither.” Zag raised both of his hands up in surrender. You lowered your weapon, thinking that at least, for today, Zagreus would just stop running amok in the Underworld, but you underestimated how stubborn he was.

With a swift motion, he had knocked the short blade out of your hand and twisted his body around you, so now you were the one pressed against the balustrade. Your hands were clutching the top of the railing. His calloused hands covered yours, applying slight pressure to keep you in place. Your thighs were slotted in-between his. The lack of space was both suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.

“What are you doing?” You asked, trying to wriggle free. You couldn't move an inch without brushing against him.

He leaned forward and you felt his breath on your face. Instinctively, you leaned backwards, away from him. He smiled smugly. “What do you want me to be doing?”

A flush crept up your neck as his mismatched eyes bore into yours. It would be so easy to lean forward and kiss him. Blast. He was the Prince of the Underworld, dammit! You were not going to kiss him. You had known each other for most of your lives, anyway. It would be weird if—

“Let's make a deal, ___. I'll make sure Father doesn't know you're slacking on your guard duty.” He raised an eyebrow invitingly.

“You can't make sure of that,” you retorted, trying to push him off of you, but he didn't budge.

“He will be too busy being furious at me to care, ___. Moreover, do you really enjoy fighting me to death every time?” He emphasized his question with a frown.

You sighed, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “You know I don't, Zag.”

He hummed. Zagreus tilted your chin up with one hand, forcing you to look at him. He's beautiful, you thought. The ambient dark lighting of the underworld framed him perfectly, showing off his sculpted jaw and brushing against his dark hair.

Like this, he only needed to say the word and you would be willing to do whatever he required of you.

“If I have to fight you one more blasted time, I may actually lose my mind,” he whispered. His free hand slid up your arm, to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair. While your heart was thumping so fast it could beat Hermes in a race, you held his gaze for one long moment, and then two.

“Okay, Zag,” you finally replied.

His eyes were unfocused, sliding down to stare at your lips. “Huh?”

“Let's make a deal,” you said. “I am frankly tired of fighting against you multiple times a day— Zag? Are you listening?”

“Can I kiss you?” He said that as if he was in a dream-like trance.

Did you mishear? Your eyes widened as his question registered and you subconsciously licked your lips.

“Stop kidding around, Zagreus.”

His different-coloured eyes shifted to stare into yours. He repeated the question once more, with the same stubborn look he would give you whenever you advised him against doing something.

“Can I kiss you, ___?”

The corners of your lips twitched upwards and you leaned forward, closing the gap between your lips. Your hands made their way up his chest to circle around his neck while he cradles your face, pressing his body against yours so impossibly close until all your senses were overpowered by him. You felt him everywhere on your skin. His taste lingered in your mouth. All you could hear was your own heartbeat and his gasps for breath.

His teeth caught your lower lip gently as he pulled away to trail kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your hands tangled in his hair as he pressed your body towards him.

“Zagreus,” you sighed out when he gave the juncture of your neck a tentative bite.

It felt like forever until the two of you broke apart with racing breaths. His thumb swiped at your lips as he reluctantly pulled away from you, while still keeping an arm around your waist. You smiled at him, brushing your hand through his hair to comb out the messiness.

“We should have done that sooner,” Zagreus said, chuckling.

“This is one of the rare occasions when I think you're absolutely right.”

Zagreus smoothed out your outfit as he finally let go of you. You tugged at his chiton to fix it as you stole another peck from him.

“Go show them, Zag. I'll be here when you return.”

[ ].

[lifesver]

Im so in love with you and your friends’s interpretations of the victims, can I ask how you and your friends are able to develop such interesting lore for them?

hey anon! this is so, so kind, thank you sm for the message <3 ;; honestly like, i think the best answer is everything my writing partners/pals and i have written on these blogs has been a slow-cooked built over time kind of endeavor! stuff that has definitely changed and developed majorly over the months that we've been hanging around on this goofy website, haha.

i started with this blog back just before the public beta test happened for the game, and for a little bit it was just me and rae sitting here like 'well what if we just made blogs for super niche horror game characters'. which tbh, something rae and i have historically loved to do with our diff muses on diff blogs, just kind of grabbing characters that have limited lore but exist in a cool universe and have a cool 'starting point' to jump off from, sort of. it gives a lot of space to really get creative imo.

ALL THAT TO SAY rae and i were working with like... beta gameplay, character models/cosmetics/baseline lore snippets, and doing dumb stuff like combing through gameplay vids just to try and collect voicelines to see how these characters might interact w each other! and we had some months to wait before the game would actually release, so in that time we simply started crafting our own ideas and it kinda built organically! just sending prompts back and forth, trying to think about what some of the key story beats would be, as if we were retelling a movie or w/e. but i think the most fun part about tcsm is that the inherent gameplay, and how differently each match can go, lends itself well to creating all kinds of different trajectories of where the story Could go, some endings happier than others, some allowing us to explore more dark themes.

for me that's a big part of what keeps me writing on this blog-- the possibilities for exploring, esp within the slasher genre. esp within the texas chainsaw franchise, where imo, the protags are often sidelined/cut down, and where the antagonists can sometimes be more complex and even sympathetic at times. the game itself, despite what the creative team later said, implies that there's the possibility that the victims survive this horrifying event. and there's like, not a lot of exploration done in that area within slashers, i feel? when i do see it, i cheer furiously tbh like hell yeah halloween hell yeah friday the 13th 4-6 hell yeah anoes 1 + dream warriors hell yeah scream movies. i just think there's a lot to expand on in terms of the effects and healing process of trauma, the emotional connection between the characters, and complex dynamics in general that might tend to get overlooked in stories like this usually.

but anyway, through just being silly and passionate, we met our other friends who were equally silly and passionate about the game/genre/franchise/characters/etc, and started slowly connecting our ideas. like sometimes we'll just slam our general verse ideas on the dash, and someone else will start cooking with it and thinking about it, and then we have a whole connected au going. sometimes we'll be writing with each other, and naturally bring up other characters in those replies and it gives a little bit of worldbuilding too.

roleplaying is honestly such a rewarding hobby, bc i get to collaborate with really talented writers and help bring a cohesive narrative together. idk it's like instead of having to sit and write your story by yourself, you got a funny little writers room. except we're all throwing paper airplanes and also crying on the floor sometimes. but like, you naturally get to bounce ideas off each other and learn how your muse would handle certain situations just by interacting with another muse, you know? and i get to read my friends' stuff and go wow! that was a cool use of wording! or wow i really love how they visualized this scene/character thought process, and then i am able to implement certain things to improve how my own writing goes.

when you find writing partners that really Get You on that front and have the same style of worldbuilding as you, it's just really awesome and keeps the passion and muse flowing in a funny echo chamber almost. and it's like, even for people i've written with that haven't stuck around for whatever reasons, sometimes pieces of their portrayals of their own muses will stick with mine, like we all kind of help each other build our character interpretations out. and even if they end up very very canon-divergent as lore is slowly drip fed to us by the devs, we're confident in what we do have built and just kinda change and work things in as we go. it's just nice and no pressure around here, and it's rly just built off of and inspired by each others individual creative passion. ik that's how it is for me, anyway! i love seeing my friends just say w/e random hc about their muse bc then suddenly we might all be talking about a related hc for our individual muses, that kinda thing!

i'm sorry this was super long winded! i hope that kinda answered the question, i got a lil carried away LMAO but thank you again for idk, perceiving our stuff! it's not like fic writing on ao3 so it's always a pleasant surprise when ppl stumble upon our nonsense it's like oh hey man- welcome to our weird little corner!

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Under 18 DNI. Angst??? Heavy flirting, a little objectification, sexual tension. Quick HQ/MHA crossover. no quirks. Violence, bc reader is in self-defense class. Swearing, OTP flirting bc Denki. Babygirl used interchangeably. I call my hubby babygirl on the daily. Edited quickly. I feel I captured Denki, but I'm sorry if I messed up Rin, but he was part of the mission to spy on reader. So, his flirting was partly that.

Osamu didn't want to believe you'd cheat on him. But to him, all the signs were there. You didn't come to practices, games or even wait for him after school anymore on the days there were no practice.

Now, he was going to get proof, though he'd already broken up with you. Ass backwards, but that was the Miya Twins in simple definition.

Atsumu, Osamu and Rin now stood outside a large building with a key card door. You had gone in ten minutes ago with that blond muscle head, laughing. It broke Osamu, but it wasn't enough to prove you had cheated.

Whistling caught their attention and a tall, lean blond with black lightning bolt dyed in his hair caught sight of them. Eyeing each one of them with full appreciation, his eyes locked with Rin's

“Yum…Uh, sorry I'm late. You're the guys helping out today, right?”

It was vague, but they didn't know this was the norm for the blond.

“Yeah, but wasn't expecting a snack like you,” Rin winked at the blond.

Thr blond giggled, actually giggled and stepped closer to Rin, giving him another look over, biting his bottom lip.

“Kaminari Denki. You can call me Denki.”

Rin smirked, now in full flirt mode.

“Rin, but how bout I call you sexy?”

Denki visibly hesitated before smiling a thousand watt smile.

“Fuuuuck,” Denki whispered to himself. “Don't get lost, stick to my side until we get to the office. I'll grab your passes then.”

The twins were on either side of Rin, allowing Denki to get ahead of them.

“The hell was that?” Osamu whispered.

“Me takin’ care of business,” Rin smirked.

“I'm glad they finally got realistic guys for this session. Not that I don't appreciate big, buff dudes oozing with masculinity, but I prefer the quiet, mysterious types. And green eyes are a bonus,” Denki looked back at Rin with a wink.

“Should we hang back while ya two find a broom closet or sumthin’?” Atsumu asked.

Osamu smacked the back of his twins head earning him a glare.

Denki chuckled, his eyes once again falling on Rin as he opened a door for them.

“Rin deserves a lot more than a broom closet, but I'll hold off on that,” Denki clicked his tongue as Rin walked by and he checked out his ass.

“I'm gonna be sick,” Atsumu sparked.

“Excuse my brother. He's an asshole,” Osamu said.

“No problem. Got a friend just like that. And here we are. So right now, we've got 1 on 1 because none of our students can handle more than 1 attacker at a time. Well, except Y/N. They are fuckin’ terrifying. Wait, here and I'll grab your badges…Oh, you can't record…Well, if I can get your number…” Denki flirted with Rin.

“Done.”

Denki dashed across the gym where mats were laid out, bodies slammed against them almost consistently.

“Glad ya got a new boyfriend, but we're here for…”

“Y/N! Seriously get your shit together.”

“Bakubro, c'mon, give them a break you've been beating on them all week.”

“Its ok Kiri, he's not wrong. Let's go again.”

You stood up, shook off your previous failure, only to have Bakugo pin you to the mats again. This time however, your body made a loud “boom” as it connected with the mat, the air leaving you.

“Fuck, fuck…Babygirl…Hey, look at me…Shit, you okay?”

Bakugo helped you stand holding you against his burly sweaty chest.

“I…I think I'm done for today,” you spoke weakly when you caught your breath.

Osamu's chest tightened at the interaction. The way Bakugo looked at you, then held you against him was all the proof he needed. Turning on his heel and storming out the way they'd come in, he was done.

Atsumu ran after him immediately, but Rin hesitated before following. The three stood outside, Osamu's rage threatening to turn into tears.

“Hey, it's cool if you changed your mind about the number, but we really need the extra help today,” Denki appeared outside.

“What the hell is this place?” Atsumu asked.

“Thought so…So, you must be the one,” Denki's eyes landed on Osamu.

“What?”

“I'm blond, not stupid. Kiri, the red head was sure someone followed Y/N a few days back. I saw you three lookin’ to get in and I let you in.”

“Still want my number?” Rin couldn't help himself.

“For fuck’s sake Rin,” Osamu snapped.

“Course I do, but what the hell do you want?” Denki glared at Osamu.

“Huh?”

“You dumped Y/N for cheating. You realize how stupid you are now or…”

“Who was that guy in all black throwing them around?”

“Ohhh. Bakugo. But they're used to that.”

“Ya expect me to believe they're not seein’ each other.”

Denki’s face scrunched up, but slowly loosened as the words fully processed before he doubled over in laughter.

“Ew…Gross. I mean no judgment, but eww. Bak would totally kill you…Oh, fuck…OK, you are a complete dumbass. Here’s my number, Rin. Don't make me wait,” Denki winked before turning to go back in after hanging Rin a slip of paper with his number.

“Wait…” Osamu started.

“Man, you totally messed up my sexy exit. What?”

“Who is he?”

“In relation to Y/N, he's a cousin and best friend. He's called them baby girl since they could talk. He literally thought it was their name so, it stuck.”

“You totally fucked up,” Rin burst out laughing.

“You should leave before Bak sees you. I know he's gonna beat the shit out of you for making Y/N cry.”

**I suck at flirting, so if flirting is off, I'm sorry.**