#[ If we fail here; we will never get another chance | ic / in character . ]

[hopeformankind]

" Mm? Do you need something? If you do, then let me know immediately. "

[hopeformankind]

Open Starter.

" Well... I was thinking... when I grow up... that I could prove my dad's theories right! There HAS to be other people outside the Walls!... "

" You're... gonna laugh, aren't you? It's not funny-- I mean it! "

[joofie404]

joofie oc project masterpost

for easy reference, this'll be my new pinned post

ACTIVE PROJECTS

projects that are rotating in my head as we speek

Main OC Universe A fantasy story inspired by early 2000s rpg maker anime adventure games. It stars two best friends, Clyde and Ni, as they travel the world and meet memorable friends and powerful foes. It's gonna be a series of RPG maker games in the future.

Fuuka's story Mayumi, Michiru, and Usagi, three high school students, are begged by an ice cream vendor to befriend a strange girl named Fuuka. They agree, and are quickly pulled into her own eccentric little world. Follows the daily lives of the girls as Fuuka cartwheels through life and drags everyone along with her own unique charm.

Mano N' Mona Two sisters, one abnormally strong (yet somewhat empty minded) and another having unique shapeshifting abilities, who were adopted by a kind, elderly dog, set off to explore the world around them. On their travels they find many new people and places, having fun and playin the ukulele.

EVANGELINE After losing her sister to demons, Evangeline, an angel, was driven over the edge. Stealing a weapon from her higher ups, she threw herself into the abyss and killed thousands in retribution. In the aftermath of her massacre, she has to find some way to return to paradise's society; a task proven easier said than done. Fortunately, her friend Seph is there to try and help her heal. But with rising activity in the abyss, Evangeline finds herself torn between trying to heal, or diving right back down to give the infernal what they deserve.

Dark Star Meiko, a spunky, bright warrior, has spent years fighting against the villainous King Rend with her friends. Hundreds of adventures, multiple character arcs, countless memories. In what seems like the final battle to beat Rend to a magical artifact known as the dark star (a star that grants three wishes to evil people) however, Meiko fails unexpectedly. With her enemy now being all powerful, Rend uses his third and final wish to completely erase Meiko from existence. After somehow willing herself back into existence in a permanently altered form, she now has once more chance to save her world, which is now a doomed land where her foe rules all and her allies don't know her.

Unnamed Kemonomimi Project going under rewrite

Unnamed Detective Story A book I'm writing. Twin detectives Andrew and Tracy from New Jerk City, a big place in the fictional country of Leftwall, who have been stuck with small fry cases their whole career, finally get a big case which drags them into a scheme much bigger than they could ever imagine. Chaos ensues.

WW3.5 A spinoff of Unnamed Detective Story. World War Three breaks out and everyone is fighting but two made up countries, Leftwall and Rightnair, who absolutely DESPISE each other yet held off from war use it as an excuse to fight exclusively with each other, earning their battle the title of World War 3.5. Leftwallian childhood friends Tammy and Ricky get drafted into the skirmish, and now are stuck following orders, blowing things up, and shooting people while getting into increasingly absurd situations and absolutely not getting out unscathed.

Jam And Jeepney The antics of two married women as they depart from the comfort of their trailer in order to take on random jobs to get cash. The jobs are never normal however, with the two facing everything from monster chefs and killer robots to zombie generals, grumpy scarecrows, and more.

subterfuge four friends, Maisie, Dan, Tara and Trevor, distance from each other after their fifth friend, Andrew, disappears during a camping trip. Approximately one year later, all four wake up in an empty city blanketed in fog. They aren't alone, however. Their old friend is here too, but PSYCH it's actually a cryptid of unknown origin and power wearing his skin in order to terrorize the four in a sick game. previously a choose your own adventure google slides horror story, planned to one day be an actual rpg horror game.

somewhere a girl named Maebi's best friend Harmony disappears while she sleeps, leading to her deciding to explore the gray void they reside in and open every door she comes across in order to find her again. on the way she meets a few people and finds some new places which help her realize some things about herself, and i'm not gonna spoil much because yeah

IFFY PROJECTS

projects i have but haven't done anything with in a while

Freak Hunters Freaks are malicious entities that take forms based off of objects, materials, elements, or feelings, gaining powers based off of what they chose. It is in their nature to cause destruction and mayhem, and they use these forms in order to do so. Its a Freak Hunter's job to find and destroy them. John, Cassidy, and Whitty, three former police officers who were offered a role as freak hunters after dispatching Reznor the sawblade freak during an attack on the training grounds, are now the head of division 047. Their day-to-day lives revolve around them hunting down the aforementioned freaks, whatever the conditions or threat level. Reasons for lack of content: lost interest kinda

unnamed power of friendship thing this story synopsis is so long i'm not even gonna try. here's the quick and dirty: void creates good and bad people, void beasts are evil and come from negative energy, lumians are good and come from positive energy. lumians are basically the sweetest creatures alive but when the five monarchs find out they come from the void, out of fear they kill them all and seal the entrances to the void, which would stop the creation of any more lumians. felince malson, a scientist whose marriage with a lumian was ruined by the act, was asked to seal one of the entrances but she just faked it out of spite, which leads to a little boy coming into existance many years later. he escapes, charms the townsfolk, becomes the best friend of a bird girl named Ava, and everything is swell until the king finds out and sics the guards on him. now he and Ava are running around the world, making friends while avoiding the kingdom guard. Reasons for lack of content: genuinely a monster sized project

joofie's unnamed mascot horror Ok, so there's a world called uh. i don't remember! it's a self enclosed space, not terribly large, and it's inhabited by goobers with wildly varying designs, both good and antagonistic? not necessarily pure evil, like cartoonishly heinous villains. It's like a well-oiled system, running like a kids cartoon with each member being their own cog in the grand scheme. And this world was all brought about by a deity-like figure known simply as The Artist. Appearance wise she's just a white silhouette with a beret, but all the inhabitants love her and even the villains drop any fights or schemes to talk with her when she shows up. She's kinda like the god, it's implied she hand-made the world and it's inhabitants, but she doesn't really act godlike. Anyways, one day, she disappears. And that leaves the goobers at the mercy of monsters known simply as the predecessors. They vaguely resemble characters? But they've been like. slendytubbied and they're kinda visually oppressive. they tear apart anything they get their hands on, and that leaves the inhabitants, a bunch of kids who have no idea what a death is, to fend entirely for themselves. the main character is this guy named Wim, and he's a doormat essentially trying his best to keep his friends and little sister Zee from getting hurt. he kinda fails and falls apart until he's the only one left but that's beside the point uhhhh OK so there's this big reveal that the world is kinda like a cycle, with a world being created and then abandoned when the artist makes a new world. The predecessors were actually the inhabitants of the previous world, twisted beyond recognition by hatred and jealousy for their replacements. there were two endings, a good one that was kinda sappy but satisfying for people who liked the characters and a bad one that was more inline with the horror and hopeless feel of the series Reasons for lack of content: idea was made with ex-friends from a discord server that collectively manipulated and hurt me, i haven't touched the series since. if you like the idea i'm pretty sure a roblox game called dandy's world or something is pretty similar idk

[avampyone]

Our Separate Paths

Characters: Hemlocke, Tataru Taru and Inamorata Rillemont. Mentions of Mithus Greystone and Cosette Durendaire.

Synopsis: Hemlocke insists on helping Tataru and ends up in a chance encounter with a old friend from his past.

Setting: Ishgard during the events of Heavensward.

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All words and thoughts failed Hemlocke to describe the feeling that weighed on him to return to Ishgard too soon. The city was as ever a cold beautiful monument that never seemed to change since that fateful day of the calamity. A chilly breeze crept out in an uncanny manner like tendrils that sought to entwine itself around the duskwight’s tall form- to squeeze and suffocate. Such was a feeling he couldn’t shake off no matter how many layers he wore.

There was a time when he was much like the cold ice that engulfed this city, untouchable at the core and seemingly unfeeling, ignoring everything in pursuit of a singular goal. Late at night when the work was finished, he allowed himself to ponder over if that ice had left him completely. All that mattered naught now. The only goal Hemlocke focused on now was to keep out of any trouble. The Scions had more than enough on their hands right now after the events of the Bloody Banquet.

‘He was truly a good and honorable man – General Raubahn did not deserve that.’ Hemlocke thought wistfully to himself with a sigh of impatience to follow. All the while, he trailed closely on the heels of Tataru whom he had been tasked to aid. She fervently rushed around the Jeweled Crozier with the pitter patter of her boots hitting in quick succession against the stone streets below, skillfully dodging the legs of passerby’s that gave her no notice. With a squint of concern and frown lining his expression, Hemlocke took several quick paces forward with the languid wave of his arm to flag her down, coming to stand to block her path in his desperation.

Naturally, Tataru easily bounded off around him, “Miss Tataru, please allow me to escort you through here – It would be imprudent for a young lady to be seen walking alone..” To that, she turned to him with a light furrow to her brows and her small hands waving in the air in a frantic gesture “Look, Hemlocke..You must stop with all of these formalities! We’ll get nowhere just standing about all day. We must hurry and see what we can do to help out our comrades!”

Tataru wasted no time at all in hurrying off to the next stall to make arrangements with another Ishgardian merchant to order more supplies. Heaving out another sigh, Hemlocke threw his hands up to acquiesce to the persistent lalafell in the humbling knowledge he would fail if he tried to go toe to toe with her. Hemlocke took one small step forward in her general direction, but found himself frozen to the spot to hear the delicate rasp of a voice he knew very well.

“I-I cannot believe if. I would know your eyes from anywhere! It’s really you..Serap-“

“*Don’t* say it!” There was a timbre lined with the rise of hot anger that came uncharacteristically from Hemlocke in a growl of warning, those crimson eyes narrowing upon figure of the lithe elezen woman with fair hair. Such an outburst drew the glances of wary onlookers. He straightened himself to full height, adjusting the lapels of his jacket to regain his composure. The gleam of his eyes descending into a somber haze in their half-lidded guarded state, “My.. apologies, madam. Please if you would call me Hemlocke now- The man you knew before died in that fire. It is as simple as that, Lady Rillemont.” The directness of his tone would stand for no argument in this.

Despite the initial shock, Inamorata beelined towards him to press her gloved laced hands against the front of his chest. Her lovely eyes shone out pleadingly upward at him, like pale jewels of blue with the sheen of unshed tears, “You would treat us like strangers now?..We cried for you. Even, Mithus..! You had everything you sought for. Your engagement to Lady Durendaire, earning her love after so long and freedom from Gloucent... Why did you throw it all away..”

Those frail eyes searched over him, brimming in a concern that came naturally to Inamorata. She always been far too sweet for the likes of Ishgardian society having been married off to a drunkard of a man. Her along with the rugged Mithus, a former lancer turned gardener, he'd become close with the long years after his tutor had been dismissed. His only consistent lovers and confidants. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the either of them that would garner the attention of those that sought perfection- but to him, they exuded nothing but the pure honesty of themselves. Such a trait he had always admired and envied.

Ultimately, a love blossomed between Inamorata and Mithus that he stepped back from to see cultivate, not feeling the same even if he was grateful for the trust he had in them. Thinking on this, Hemlocke brought his hands up to cover her own in a light squeeze. He brought the lady’s knuckles close, bowing his head to press kisses against most affectionately. His thumbs grazed over after to urge warmth back against the chill he felt in her lacy hands, “..She loved my striking looks and the idea of me. It’s always been about appearances, love. But, never mind about me. I trust you are both well..?”

Hemlocke’s question ended with him bringing those hands back in her own space with a steady nod. She offered a smile even if it weighed heavy with emotion, “Yes, very well – My husband drank himself to death not long after the fire. With my new fortune, Mithus and I were able to marry. We have a little one of our own and another on the way..” The merry way of which she spoke of all these pleasant events with a maternal press to her abdomen eased something in Hemlocke. How could he look upon this return to Ishgard with such discomfort now? To know his old friends were in good health and well taken care of.

A genuine smile uplifted his features, murmuring silent gratitude to the Fury for watching over them so, “That’s wonderful to hear and I’m truly happy for you both.. For me, there is much that has changed..much I cannot tell you without risking you all. This is the last you will see of me.” Good byes had never been easy for Hemlocke even as easily he made the motion to turn away from Inamorata to head back towards Tataru.

The voice called out to him one last time giving Hemlocke a pause in his step, “Did you find happiness..?” It came out quiet but hopeful.

It would have been easier to lie. Yet, he had made the promise to try to live as honestly as he could in his new life even if he found the truths of the world outside weren’t always so easy to face, “I am content enough..I have the opportunity to see the world and hone the abilities I found I have as not to be a detriment to others. You have your own paths to follow now, so take care of one another, mm? It is all I wish.”

Hemlocke found his way back to Tataru, drifting along through the thrums of merchants and customers with none of the rush he had before and a noticeable droop to his shoulders. Even with his best efforts, the lalafell noticed this change in him with a press of hands to her hips and waggled her finger at him, “Oh, come on, no need to worry so for the others..We have to do our best in the meantime, right? And maybe we can stop for some Ishgardian tea on the way back!”

Hemlocke couldn’t help but to perk up a little to that, coming to kneel to reach and grab a few of the bags she had to carry. If he were to be honest with himself, perhaps there was more he missed about Ishgard than he had realized now that the heavy feeling in his chest had eased to some degree, “Aye, I would like that very much.”

[revserrayyu]

2.1 Penacony thoughts [part4]

**BOSS FIGHT SPOILERS** Going to be rambling about the battle itself and the two cut-scenes that follow right after, but not quite the whole story’s ending yet. That will be the next post. If by any chance you haven’t beaten the boss yet and are still gazing upon this post then I urge you to come back later because I would never wanna ruin the experience for you.

I’m glad Himeko questioned the number of murders because I also sat there for a good minute wondering who the third death might’ve been, only to realize how stupid I was upon clicking forward to hear Aventurine’s response.

I still wish his hat & glasses were part of his usual attire. I’m glad he pulls the hat out of nowhere whenever he launches his follow up attack, but the glasses would’ve been real snazzy if he permanently wore them. It was nice seeing us wield the lance instead of the bat for once too.

So, the fight itself.. was a bit irritating, mostly due to the gambling. I believe I tried a total of four times until I beat him. The first three attempts I simply switched around different team members, using those who could easily score big against his dice and win those gambles. His first phase went fine no matter which team setup I had. It was that second phase that kept knocking me out, mainly because my healer and support units could never manage to roll higher or on par with Aventurine’s number seeing how they could only attack a single target at a time. It also didn’t help that I had no ice or physical characters properly leveled up to assist Serval in weakness breaking.. until I remembered destruction Trailblazer existed. So, after struggling with different teams for a good hour, I decided to do some relic farming (which basically resulted in me taking the first gold pieces I could get) while also getting materials to level up traces and a random light cone because I have literally not switched back to this path since we first acquired the flaming lance. Half hour later and my destruction Trailblazer was ready to come out of retirement with a hasty, last minute build.

Of course the stats are not the greatest thing in the world (all relics, traces and lc not even maxed out) and I wasn’t confident that I would do any better than my previous attempts against Aventurine, where the lowest I managed to bring him down to in his second phase was about 60% before biting the dust. After activating a pair of consumables and fighting through the first phase as usual, I would like to think everything was going rather smoothly with how well I was keeping everyone alive at least.

The team wide gambles during the second phase went as well as I imagined; Serval and Stelle would manage to score high with their AoE while Huohuo and Bronya would typically suffer and take a hit. They might’ve tied once or twice but the odds were certainly not in my favor whenever those two would roll the dice. By some strange stroke of luck though, I finally managed to beat the fancy gambler! Thank god too because if this team failed, I would’ve been all out of ideas.

The following cutscene is good and I wish I had taken more screenshots but I was caught up in enjoying it. Aventurine’s really out here acting like a Meowth using Pay Day twenty times in a row.

I do feel bad for Acheron, walking a path she doesn’t even want to tread on and endlessly looking for someone. Haven’t a clue on who she might’ve been talking to though.

Himeko and Welt protecting the kids like the good parents they are! We’re certainly going to have some crazy stories for Dan Heng once we return to the Express. Dude is probably just chilling in the archives, maybe having some snacks with Pom-Pom while we’re over here fighting for our lives.

Another moment where I was so invested in watching Acheron that the idea of screenshots left my mind completely, but ohhh boy, the extent of her power is grand indeed. It’s a bit similar to what was shown in her character trailer but seeing her ultimate like this in game is truly an experience.

Big fan of the brief moment where she’s shown to sheath her sword again..

..and the way it goes from the monochrome world to reality and it starts raining hard is so very nice. Can’t help but think back to what Aventurine’s sister said about rain though at this time.

Finally getting that confirmation of her path even though it was no secret to us.

I really hope so because the longer we linger here the more worried for Aventurine I become.

This gives me little hope that Robin might be alive? If whomever is behind this just wanted to cover up the truth about Penacony and its recent happenings, then simply taking away their ability to speak should be effective enough. Death seems a bit too extreme but perhaps that was merely an accident. Or at least I hope so. I want her alive if you couldn’t tell.

So Aventurine had this all planned out? Putting himself and Acheron on opposing sides so she would have to draw her blade against him, all to nullify that strange Harmony magic that Sunday placed upon him? This man is out here playing 3d chess.

And like a fool I feel for his bluff about wanting to make our stellaron explode. But if his stone is broken, does that mean he never planned to make it out of this fight alive in the first place? I know his future was grim due to the conditions Sunday placed upon him, regardless if Aventurine managed to solve Robin’s case or not, but I still don’t like the sound of this!

Yes, please, wake up pretty boy. In reality and alive, preferably. Also, I wonder how much longer we’ll need to wait until we can finally get an explanation behind the red text. I have my guesses, but wish to know for sure.

Both of them asking and giving such real answers.. ahh. Life and death truly are such frightening things.

I would like to know the meaning behind your words, ma’am. Why must you do this? Are you even aware of it? What if I uno reverse card you and give you anxiety instead huh??

I’m thankful Acheron reminded him of Ratio’s parting gift and that Aventurine still held onto it even now, but with how this whole scene ends.. I can’t be certain if our gambler decided to use it or not.

Oooohhh my heart.. here comes the pain.

I’m sorry sir, but you can’t just give us these real handsome and gentle smiles and seemingly disappear into a void afterwards?? I don’t wanna accept this!

AVENTURINE!! You better be walking your pretty boy butt back into reality somehow, I swear! If you’re still choosing to end yourself despite Acheron’s words and Ratio’s help I will SOB!

I seriously do not like the sound of this.. I know Aventurine hasn’t had the best kind of life by any means, but as poetic as this all sounds, I want the dice to keep rolling!

No doubt Aventurine assumed that he would be cut off from obtaining outside help at some point during this scheme, so leaving behind pieces of his stone to convey a message about whether or not his companions can proceed was clever.. but still upsets me because I really don’t wanna accept a “death” from him. I wonder how Topaz truly feels about this, like is it fine because his actions were towards the mission or is there any genuine concern? I know their phone call back during Belobog was a bit rough between them but at least Topaz spoke relatively highly of him when we saw her in the reality hotel.

So this is the achievement I read about last time with its connection to the “Sibyl, What Do You Want?” achievement.. and after witnessing everything that happened, it hurts even more.

Aaahh, my poor man. He deserved better and I truly hope he can return. This upsets me more than Firefly’s “death.” And speaking of which.. I got the whole ending to chat about next hm?

(originally written on 3/29)

[hopeformankind]

dafug goin on over here?

[kiwikarpart]

TPOT 14 Mini Review

So this episode was...fine. The best parts are on par with TPOT 13, but most of it reminded me of TPOT 12, the worst parts of TPOT 12.

Best part of the episode, the elimination scenes. Using the failed debuters for this part was great for a reason I'll get into later, but the emotional parts are what really made it shine. Pin getting emotional over Gaty's elimination, making you think that's the worst it could get, only for Two to show up and have a reaction that hits even harder, Pen getting emotional about his last friend in the game, while Eraser takes it in stride even though he was upset, it was all so good! (not the scene with Eraser and Bottle though. That dynamic was boring and didn't go anywhere)

Another thing I liked was how many characters they ultilized. Like the focus is still on the TPOT constestants, as it should be. But they also gave small moments to characters outside the game. Failed debuters with the elimination, the scene with some of the eliminated TPOT characters(shoutout to Foldy for finally getting some lines after being irrelevant for like two years!), and the scene with Match seeing Ruby and Bubble again was such a nice way to end the episode. No jokes, no words even, they just let the scene speak for itself. Also shoutout to Firey Jr. for taking residence in the most flammable house ever and NOT burning it down, only for the contestants to show up and ruin it anyway. Definitely the funniest part of this episode.

I haven't said this before, but I think the reason some people get really heated when their favorite character gets out is because after they leave, it's like they don't exist. That probably bothers them more than their fav not winning, because it means they'll be irrelevant for a long time. But between this and what BFDIA's been doing with the hosts, it seems like the writers are finding ways to give characters outside the game moments to shine. Which I really like because it allieviates the sting that comes from their elimination.

As for the worst part...it's the pacing. Not just with the challenge, but also with the arcs. TPOT 13 did a good job of setting up some character arcs/conflicts. We saw Pencil try and fail to reconnect with Book and Ice Cube, Golf Ball and Donut argue about what's best for their team, and Liy try to form a friendship with Pen. Now, I didn't expect all of these arcs to conclude in one episode, they need to take some time to feel genuine. But in TPOT 14, it felt like they didn't progress at ALL. Pencil just doubled down on her approach with Book and Icy, which obviously didn't work, while Book and Icy didn't have any strong scenes together. Golf Ball's dynamic with the rest of Cloudyay barely changed. They immediately dismiss her plan and she works on it by herself anyway. There's a bit of progression here because they eventually work with her, but then her and Donut argue and the plan fails and the dynamics reset and it's like they never worked together in the first place. And Liy's desire to be friends with Pen is shown once before never being relevant for the rest of the episode. The scene itself is great, but until they follow it up with something it doesn't do much for that relationship. The most "development" it gets here is Pen calling her his teammate in a throwaway line. It's good that these arcs weren't forgotten, but they shouldn't be paced THIS slowly.

Some smaller problems before I go: why was Cloudyay so stupid? TPOT 13 proved that they could work together efficiently while contributing in different ways...but in this episode they make a ton of avoidable mistakes while, at times, acting like the same character. I get that they wanted the other teams to have a chance at winning after Team 2 gets the Ice flag, but did they need to do it like this? If the writers weren't going to use that time to properly develop the team, they should've had a second team go after the Volcano flag at the start.

This episode wasn't that funny to me. Most of the newer episodes aren't, their style of humor is just too loud for my taste.

And finally, the action. I am no expert on what makes a good action scene, but the ones in this episode felt kinda slow and floaty? It's hard to explain but good action usually has some weight to it. It can be fast and snappy or slow and heavy, but what really makes it work is the impact each hit has. In TPOT 14 though, most of the hits in each fight felt so meaningless. I don't know if it's because everyone got recovered so quickly or something else, but the action here was just mid. Which wouldn't be a problem if there wasn't much of it, but that wasn't the case. I'll give them points for being creative with some of the objects though, that was nice.

In conclusion, this episode was...fine. I want to say it's good because of its best parts, but the content surrounding it is too lackluster for that rating. So I'll give it aaaaaah 6.5/10 no, a 6.8/10 because I'm very clever and funny.

[hopeformankind]

Instantly, the younger child had the older hand over the little wooden man to her, grinning from ear to ear without any hesitation. " We can! You can be the big Commander, and I'll be the scary Titan. You gotta fight me! " He leaned in, wiggling his fingers menacingly as he lifted his hands over his head... and now mimicked, at least, what he believed a Titan would've sounded like. He's never seen a Titan before... only in books his father would read.

" Rrraauuhhh...! I'm a Titan! I'm gonna break down the Walls! "

It was silly, this concept that the Walls could ever be broken through or destroyed-- with how large they were and how small the Titans were in comparison-- but Erwin didn't realize... just how much these little games would mirror his future.

" I'm gonna stop youuu! And then Humanity's gonna be stuck in here forever! Mua-ha-ha-hhhaaa! "

At the sight of the little wooden man, the little Satyrian let out a gasp so loud it shook her small body. Not long, she gave Erwin a half-gummy smile; her two front fangs missing entirely from her mouth. She nodded at all his other questions, they could be all correct, sure, but her attention was now focused on the little man's form.

"Ohhh! I love him! I love I love I love. Can I know? Can we play? I want--soldier play! I want to play soldier! Please? Pretty please....?" At the end, she had practically used up all her breath as she excited leaned, falling gently into the ground. She rolled over, giving a little giggle. She was like a mischievous little monkey, they way she moved about.

"I want toy!"

[missnight0wl]

Don't you ever get annoyed how the game literally deleted Bill Weasley in y6 and y7? I thought that since Bill is an actual professional Curse-Breaker he'd be more involved with the MC and the cursed vaults especially since Griphook knew the MC and her adventures with the vaults and I expected him to ask Bill to investigate these vaults especially since he was in every vault in from years 1 to 5 with the MC. but nah the game decides to forget about Bill and shove Merula into our face along with Ben (no hate I love Ben, I have no objections about him). It broke my heart going to the final cursed vault in y6 without Bill. He's been here for us ever since the beginning, we went to every single vault with him, we should've finished what we started together with Bill 😭. I didn't mind Ben and Jacob being present at the final vault since I love them both (don't murder me for loving Jacob since we know he's a fugly slut for you 🤣)

So how do you feel about Bill being less involved after his graduation, do you think it makes sense?

People “apologising” for liking Fugly Slut never fails to make me cackle 😂 It’s fine, guys! Like I don’t exactly approve of it… but you do you! 👍🙂

As for your question though – I think it makes absolutely no sense. I actually even ranted about it in my longer commentary about the Sunken Vault in this post. It covers more problems than just Bill, but yeah, Bill’s absence is just a misunderstanding.

That being said, I have to point out that Bill wasn’t necessarily with us in all of the Cursed Vaults. HOWEVER, he was the only character who had a chance to be in all of the Cursed Vaults. Bill was a set companion for the Vault of Ice and the Portrait Vault, and one of the options for the Vault of Fear and the Forest Vault. And personally, I always felt that it might be meaningful in the future. You know, even aside from the fact that he actually ends up being a professional Curse-Breaker.

Also, the thing that makes it even worse is that it’s not even that he was totally forgotten after he graduated. The writers went through the effort of bringing him back for our private DADA classes in the evenings. And sure, it could be simply explained by: “Oh, JC didn’t want to get rid of DADA classes and so they needed a teacher”. But no! It can’t be the only explanation! Because Bill was actually pretty damn involved in the main story after Rowan’s death! Like, remember this?

For a short time, Bill became the brain for this group of idiots – the brain that we really needed. And sure, our return to the crimes scene led to absolutely nothing, but still. Bill showed that he could be our PROPER leader. But nope! After that point, JC totally forgot about any plans they might’ve had for the eldest Weasley brother.

Honesty, that’s a big reason why I still claim that after Rowan’s death, JC started changing the original plans for the story in general, mixing Y6 and Y7. I still believe we weren’t supposed to reach the final Vault in Y6 yet. So, because the writers stopped following the set course, they also started forgetting things and messing everything up. And we got a dumpster fire as a result. I mean, look at this scene from before Rowan’s death:

Yes, Bill still wasn’t involved in the end (even though it'd make sense), but at least it was addressed. Before the Sunken Vault, we didn’t even acknowledge Bill’s existence – which is simply ridiculous.

Another thing that makes me believe that Bill was supposed to play a much bigger role overall is actually his relationship with Rakepick, which got quite a lot of attention in Y4 and Y5 and then never had any conclusion. For example, Y4:

And then Y5:

And sure, it might be just a fanservice referencing Bill’s future, but if you ask me, it got way too much screen time to be just that. The problem is that it makes absolutely no sense for Rakepick to be so invested in Bill if she was always evil. Like, she only wasted her time, really. It’s not even like it could’ve helped her manipulate MC or whatever because Bill was never like: “I trust Rakepick, so you should too”. In fact, he’s pretty chill about your different opinion if you choose that option in Y5Ch21:

So… What was the point of building that background relationship between Bill and Rakepick??

And you know what makes it even worse? When we go to see Bill in the DADA classroom after the Portrait Vault, he admittedly is very upset about Rakepick’s betrayal, but then we talk about his job at Gringotts, and he’s like… totally happy??

But like… YOU GOT THIS JOB THANKS TO RAKEPICK! AND WE DON’T EVEN MENTION IT!

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m certain that Bill’s own talent and hard work also played a big role in getting this job. But he literally said earlier: “She’s even getting me a job at Gringotts”. And now we’re pretending it didn’t happen??

So, to sum up, I believe that both Bill and his job at Gringotts were originally supposed to play a much bigger role when it comes to the final Cursed Vault. Interestingly, when Diagon Alley was added to the game, Gringotts was a location to open in Y7. They changed it much later when they decided to make the Adventures in Curse-Breaking TLSQ taking place in Y6. And look at that, it happens that this quest was released after Rowan’s death, too – so when I suspect they started really changing the original plans for the story.

[axels-corner]

Meetings with Fintan

Notes: @gay-otlc I was your secret Santa! Thank you @song-tam for organizing this event!

characters: Marella, Fintan, Linh, Bronte

words: 1708

Fintan woke up slowly when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway of his icy prison. He listened for a moment before recognizing the footsteps of Bronte.

“So are you here to ask me more pointless questions about the Neverseen that I don't know?” Fintan asks without looking at Bronte, he clears his throat

“No, I'm here because the council has officially decided to grant your request to mentor Marella Redek. But the council will be monitoring your meetings and sending nobility members to question miss Redek after each session so don't get any ideas for recruiting her to the Neverseen, or teaching her to spark everblaze.” Fintan's eyebrows raise, he didn't expect them to come to a decision this quickly and if they did he thought it'd be denied. He puts his hand on his chest in mock offense

“Me? Recruit people or teach them everblaze, how preposterous. I've never done that in my life.”

“I don't believe that for a second considering what happened with Jolie Ruewen.” Fintan goes back to tracing patterns in the ice

“I assume that you voted against this?”

“I did, considering that when we had Sophie heal your mind you killed one of my colleagues, and friends-”

“Bronte has friends how shocking,” Bronte's voice cut off his sarcasm

“But the girl needs to learn proper control and restraint,” He heaves a sigh not looking at Fintan “and as much as I hate it you're the only pyrokinetic alive and willing, but that doesn't mean I won't be keeping a very close eye on you to make sure you're not doing anything like manipulating her.” and without waiting for his response he turns around and walks out of Fintan's prison. That didn't stop him from yelling back

“Oh, I would never my dear Bronte.”

He had his first ability session with the girl in about thirty minutes. Contrary to what Bronte probably thought considering his last words to him, he didn't have any plans to try to get the girl to spark everblaze or join the rebel group that failed him.

But the council wouldn't have to worry about the last one because thirty five minutes later the girl appeared outside his prison with a black swan necklace around her neck.

“So I see that you've sworn loyalty to the swan group miss,” he already knew the girls name but he would rather give her a chance to introduce herself.

“Marella Redek, and yeah, it's to assure Forkle that I won't be consumed by my craving for fire, plus it's probably smart to have them on my side if the council decides to come after me.” Fintan laughs a little

“Finten Pyren, though you already knew that. I would shake your hand but the ice wall prevents that.” He looks away from the ice wall meeting the girls eyes for the first time, the same blue as her mothers, “it appears that you and I have more in common then I thought, miss Redek.” and though he was a pyrokinetic he could feel how much colder the room got after that sentence, and how the goblin guards clutched the hilt of their swords, this was going to be interesting.

It was the day of Marella's weekly meetings, but instead of the usual hushed whispers between the guards he heard two voices, after a moment of listening he realized one belonged to his prodigy and the other to another girl. He didn't have to wait long for an answer. As they come into the view of his ice prison and the other girl had silver streaks in her hair, the girl of many floods. He coughs as he sits up

“Well if it isn't the girl of many floods, maybe Marella can melt the walls and you can flood this place.”

“My name is Linh Song.” She corrects him

“Yeah, and we would never help you escape.” Marella says

“And there's the council way of thinking, they and the blackswan have convinced you that I'm a bad guy.”

“Because you are,” Marella cuts him off before he can give them another speech, he waves his hands like he's fanning away the words.

“Never mind that, then why is she here?” He points at Linh with the last words.

“To make sure that no fire's get out of control, because you seem to have a history of that.” he scowls

“Fire and water can not work together they are opposites, like shades and flashers.”

“If that's true then why do elves need shades and flashers to work together to make illusions?” Linh asks

“Plus we're already working on combining our abilities.” Marella says crossing her arms with a smirk, Fintan rolls his eyes.

“Fine she can stay,”

“That's not your decision.” one of them interrupts.

“But,” He says ignoring them, pointing at Linh “do not interfere unless I tell you to.”

“she'll interfere if the flames get out of control.” Marella corrects, Fintan grit his teeth

“Fine, today we will be discussing balefire vs normal flames.” and the lesson began

“What would it take for me to convince you to open your cache?” Fintan sat up and stretched

“Hello miss Redek, how are you on this freezing day on the mountain.”

“Answer the question.”

“Freedom.” He told her tracing symbols shaped like fire into the frost on the floor

“That's not possible, and you know it.” She said crossing her arms, he rolled his eyes, she acted like he wanted to burn down the lost cities and dethrone the councilors for revenge of what they did to him. She was right but how dare she assume.

“Well it seems like my knowledge of how to open the cache is lost to my mind like my freedom is lost to this prison and your council.” He looked up at her hoping his eyes conveyed his hatred towards the council for keeping him here, for denying him his flames, his power. Branding him as a talentless.

“Even if I could get your freedom even though we both know the council will never agree especially after what happened to Kenric. I would never let you out because you would just burn everything to the ground.”

“And what ever gave you that idea?” he asks going back to the frost

“Uh, maybe because you caused the death of a councilor and burned a city.” he shrugged

“Sometimes things need to burn to come back better and stronger, like phoenixes, isn't the city much more beautiful now? Plus he was going to die eventually, after all the security there was murder.” He grins into the floor remembering saying the exact same thing at the peace summit to Oralie.

“How can you make jokes about the man you murdered?” Marella yells at him

“Because he ruined my life so I ruined his!” Marella shakes her head

“I would say I couldn't believe you but, this seems in character for you.” and without she walks out of the room

“Running back to your moonlark?” Fintan asks, the only response he got was her flipping him off.

“Would noxflares be enough to convince you to open your cache?” Marella asked in the middle of their ability session.

“Well that came out of left field.”

“That's not an answer.”

“No, it's not.” Fintan takes a breath “Do you have noxflares, better yet do you have my cache or the fake that the Sencen boy foolishly stole?”

“Yes to both your questions.” Marella says.

“Then I would except your deal.” Fintan tells her. After the noxflare was moved in Fintan held out his hand for the cache “I get to choose what memory I show you.”

“That wasn't part of the deal.” Fintan shrugged

“You also didn't say you got to choose which memory I showed you.”

“How do I know that you're not going to burn the cache the minute I give it to you?” She asks

“I guess you should've thought of that, you'll just have to trust me, clocks ticking.”

“What?” Marella asks

“Oh, I didn't tell you? This is a timed offer, fifty seconds left.” Fintan mimcks a ticking clock for about ten seconds when Marella gives him the cache

“Fine, but this better not be a waist of my time.”

“That depends on how much you pay attention.” Fintan tells her before whispering under his breath as he selects the memory “Here we go.”

“Hello Fintan.” Bronte's voice cuts through his sleep,

“What is it with you people and coming to talk when I'm finally asleep?” Fintan grumbles

“You opened your cache.” Fintan yawned

“Why is it your business?”

“Because I am a councilor and those where forbidden secrets, and you where supposed to open it for the council, not your prodigy.” Fintan sat up gathering his hair into a ponytail the motion muscle memory because he had done it so often.

“Why does it matter? She probably showed it to the moonlark and isn't she your regent? Or do you not trust her?” Bronte ran his fingers through his cropped hair, Fintan remembered when they where on the council together and Fintan would help him cut his hair despite the fact that Fintan would tell him that he looked good with curly hair.

“Fintan, are you even listening to me?” Bronte was snapping his fingers in front of Fintan's face, well as close to his face as he could get with the ice wall. “Did you even her what I just said? Sophie Foster, Keefe Sencen, Fitz Vacker, Maruca Chebota, and Marella Redek all went to Elysian with Vespera.” Fintan shrugs, and Bronte's mouth drops open “Do you not care?” Fintan sighs

“Bronte, those children have gotten me arrested multiple times, caused my mind to be broken once, and ensured that I will be stuck in this ice prison for the rest of my life. Plus there smart kids they'll get out of this alive, plus Vespera's with them which means they probably have an alliance I ensure you they will be fine. Relax, sit down do fancy paperwork, you're freaked out over nothing.” He heard Bronte's footsteps fade as he walks out, maybe Fintan will finally be able to get some sleep without people talking to him.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, DICIO GÜNDÜZ. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: crow age: 28 pronouns: she/her ooc contact: you know me other characters in xc: lyle norg

  ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Dicio Gündüz age: 27 pronouns: he/him series: OC canon point: -  app triggers: experimentation, mentions of death bc of it

personality:  Have you ever met a grown man that’s never made choices, is bad at everything, not necessarily a bad guy, but not really good either? Probably, but here’s another. Dicio is a naive, undersocialized guy who has “street” smarts with no book smarts, or social skills to speak of. While he’s able to forage, he can’t navigate a conversation to save his life.

Overly blunt, both positively and negatively, he tries his best to figure out what’s going on and goes from there. He’s easily confused, and easy to mislead, and easy to cling onto people who are nice to him, and easy to manipulate, and

Not necessarily a bad person, Dicio is a bad guy who never knew he was a bad guy. He didn’t know there were sides at all. He just is trying his best to be liked, to chase the little bit of love he’s ever known, and get through life with an uninformed moral compass. He’s bad at everything he does and takes twice as much effort to be half as good, but if nothing else, he’s always trying.

something your muse struggles with: self-direction. He’s never really controlled his own life before, so he doesn’t know how you’re supposed to do it.

your muse’s greatest strength: perseverance. Being bad at everything makes you pretty good at trying everything forever until you figure it out.

history / background: 

‘Containers’ are naturally born humans who are deeply connected with and represent an aspect of natural weather, gaining a ‘keystone’ later in life. The keystone is proof of their connection, as well as works as a conduit for their powers as they grow. These containers are born again sometime after death, though not always immediately. There are some weather aspects that haven’t had a container representative for decades or longer, such as Acid Rain.

A man-made creation, Dicio was created in an attempt to usurp and control the natural Containers, and therefore the natural world. Destroying the connection between the soul and the keystone, that bond was placed into experimental growths, resulting in three new lives. Acidic creations, Acid Rain, Acid Snow, and Smog were born, ‘siblings’, made at the expense of Rain, Snow, and Fog’s lives. May we see them again soon in the rebirth cycle.

Despite the success of Acid Snow and Smog, becoming strong and terrifying in their own right, Dicio was a failed creation. Something went wrong in the creation, and much of his biology is incredibly corrosive to the touch. Too young to be returned to the cycle, his bond with Rain’s keystone must grow before he can be used again, or a new Rain container be found.

So he was put to work. 

Too close with his siblings to blatantly get rid of, Dicio was given odd tasks and jobs of increasing difficulty in hopes the problem would solve itself. Instead, by odd strokes of luck and long grueling hours put in to solve problems, Dicio continues to skate by and do just enough to be considered successful. 

As tasks continue to ramp up, he becomes a glorified bounty hunter, locating and retrieving all types of persons for good and bad. The money is rarely kept for himself, but he makes good work of it. His latest task, before he got a chance to complete it, was to finally track down and retrieve the other Containers. He does not ask why.

powers / abilities: 

Water control - Ability to control water that already exists– think of it like waterbending for simplicity. This water is able to have its states altered, turning it into ice or gas for example. Once it is no longer in a liquid state, he can’t control it anymore or turn it back; it leaves his area of control entirely.

Acid Rain - “Ability” to poison waters, turning it acidic. This happens more often than not when he uses the water control ability and can affect naturally occurring water. Generally best practice is to not let him touch it, since it's actually harder not to turn it acidic.

Pure Water - Rarely used and almost impossible to do on purpose, he can ‘become’ water, taking on a pure water form. He does not know the activation requirements. 

inherent abilities:

Poison Skin - Most of his body is acidic on some level, the most obvious being his skin. Touching him or any other relevant aspect like blood, spit, etc. is basically like touching hydrochloric acid and will burn through nearly anything easily and quickly. 

Regeneration - His cells are rapidly healing and reproducing to make up for how quickly they die. Basically he just heals really fast from most injuries. Like Wolverine. 

items / weapons: 

Sword - pretty standard sword. Has no safety guard to it. Looks extremely worn down, but somehow still cuts clean.

Umbrella - tattered and torn, but somehow perfectly keeps the rain out as any umbrella would. Works as a conduit for his water powers, making it a bit easier to control. 

Bookbag- a jansport bookbag holding all the things he commonly uses, and knicknack, item, cloth, etc. that he’s grown used to using. Some of the things in there have been adjusted to work with his acid skin in a way where they don’t burn. There’s way more things in there than logically possible.

Motorcycle - yeahhh baybee

  starting ability: water control

starting item: idk hit me randomly. Or give me nothing. Dealer’s choice!!!

  would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: yes

  extra: 

His skin is gray tinted on purpose due to his body and cells being partially dead, I swear to god I know how to color skin.

I made him originally in 2014 and went really edgy because it was funny, so now I’m leaning into that even more. It’s kind of a joke, but also kind of dead serious! 

Because of this, pleaaaase take it seriously IC. No meta jokes about it, we gotta take it seriously, that’s the whole joke! OOC, I don’t care if you joke about it. 

Some inspo characters so you get the full vibe: Winter soldier, cloud strife, shadow the hedgehog, specifically season one sasuke.

That eyeliner is NATURAL!!! Don’t ask me how. Didn’t think that far.

  discord id: acid.rainfall

[hopeformankind]

He stared right back... he's not a novice, Davvy-boy.

A pair of glowing red eyes staring at Erwin is what's going on. What is this, a staring context?

Not a word. Whomever is staring at him is intent on making him as uncomfortable as possible.

[mprimn]

There were so many things to talk about that I can hear the thoughts in my head crashing against each other.

I've been typing and deleting a single sentence for well over 15 minutes now. I haven't written a post in a while, but I really wanted to write something. To be fair, there wasn't anything relatively interesting to talk about until last week.

Most of the days went on the same. I go study, come back, play games, sleep, and repeat. Sometimes I'd join a group of exchange students that cook and share food from their countries at dinner time. Thank to them, my meals now have more variety than frozen food or cafeteria lunch that I never bother to change my order.

Me and the classmate that came to this same exchange program has been getting along well. She usually let me hang out in her room while she cooks. I mostly help with washing the dishes because, well, that should be obvious. One day last week I was still at her room while we chat about random stuff. It was getting late, and I was thinking of going back to my room. We suddenly heard a loud noise.

And before we knew it, the whole room was shaking.

My first earthquake experience was a 5.0 magnitude with the center right in the province I live in.

Luckily, the shake lasted a couple of seconds. It was so short that fear didn't even get a chance to register in my brain. A small aftershock also followed after, but it was nothing compared to the main quake so no one really cared. I guess this is what it feels like to live in a country where earthquake is a normal occurrence.

Few days later me and a couple other exchange students went to Hitachi Seaside Park. We all got crowded on a small car of this kind Japanese friend who was living to drive us there. The whole ride was chaotic because the junior from my country kept trolling the poor Japanese guy to say bad words in our language.

Before seeing the Nemophila, we hung around the amusement park area first. Half of the group decided to get on some rides while the other half chose to spend money on consumables.

Here is my failed attempt at taking a photo of the two-tone ice cream because right after the seller handed it to me, the thing started melting too soon that I had to finish it all.

Fortunately, I had enough time to get a second cone because some weren't done with the attractions yet (the ice cream also tasted so good that I was willing to have another one despite the expensive price).

Once everyone gathered up, we finally headed to the most popular spot of the park, and the view was breathtaking.

The Nemophila field looks just like what I saw on the TV so it kind of felt unreal to me. Both local and foreigner tourists can be seen on every part of the field because this was the last few days before the seasonal flower gets changed.

We found a couple of cosplayers at the park too. There were Riddle, Ace, and Deuce from twst who came as a group, Artoria Caster from fgo who seem to come with her photographer, and Frieren Himmel duo who were done with their shoot and was taking photos with everyone who passed their way. They then got misunderstood as characters from Evangelion by a random couple who were behind us. Seriously baffled at how they could guess so wrong.

I of course didn't miss the chance of taking photos of my oshi plushie in this stunning scenery. Please witness them below.

My yumejoshi brain considered this trip our date.

I had several more photos of the plushie, but most of them are with food with similar angles so they're rather boring looking if put together. I will need to look for more photo ideas from now on.

[moonacrefarm]

anticipating love

summary: your parents marriage didn’t survive the test of time and neither did you first love. 

contains: childhood friends to lovers to strangers, second-chance romance, angst, hurt/comfort, slight miscommunication, fluff, 18+ series, mentions of stalking, mentions of cancer, no mention of y/n

authors note: it might be a second before the third chap is finished bc im in the middle of finals ^.^

series masterlist

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02. never hesitating

A biting chill fills the air, numbing your fingertips instead of warming your bones, a striking difference from the scintillating sun that scorched San Diego. You adjust your jacket, trying to fight off the cold as you walk through a graveyard. The place is meant for rest, for the souls of the living to find peace in their loved ones' death. Yet as you stand elbow in elbow with your mother, peace does not find you. It takes the shape of a man you had told off not even a night ago.

Bradley hunches in front of his mother and father's tombstone, hands moving wildly as he speaks to them.

"I completely froze! I was surprised she didn't slap me. Mom taught her a mean backhand when we were like 6 and I've been scared of it ever since." His voice carries through the graveyard, a few other visitors side-eyeing him with curiosity.

Your mom scans you up and down. "And you weren't going to tell me Bradley was back?" Eyebrow raised and accusatory, you have nothing to say but a shrug. You were going to tell her eventually, but it wasn't high on your priority list. It was just another way for you to run. She nudges you, slowing down your walking pace as if to give Bradley more time with his parents.

Since you landed back in California, your mom had a few things to do. Her long list of "do's before I die." You weren't a fan of the list name, but making peace and making amends was important to her. This was her second round battling cancer, and there was no guarantee she'd get another one. Visiting the Bradshaws' grave was one of the first things she planned to do. Carole was her right-hand from before you and Bradley were even thoughts. She pats your hand, letting you go as she approaches Bradley. You keep your distance as she gently squeezes his shoulder, softly calling his name.

You aren't sure how you expected him to react, but you didn't expect him to cry. His initial shock is washed away by teary eyes and tightly hugging your mother as if he'd never see her again. When Bradley officially cut contact with you, you hadn't expected him to ice your mother out. He didn't have family to spare, and it was out of character for who you thought he was. Seeing him now, you can tell that never changed. Maybe he'd been scared to reach out to her, maybe he felt ashamed, felt isolated. You weren't sure, and only he could tell you. But that would require being on speaking terms with him.

The sound of your name pulls you out of your stupor, eyes switching from your mother to Bradley's.

"I raised you better than that. Come say hello to the Bradshaws." Your mother's playful scold makes you wince. Here you are, a full-fledged adult, being scolded in front of the Bradshaws like you're still 3. You aren't sure what to say. Anything you had was lost to thought the moment you saw Bradley. You meekly sound out a greeting, staring at the pictures on their tombstones with watery eyes. You didn't know Bradley's father, but you knew Carole, and she never failed to tell you stories of whirlwind love.

Your mother launches into her update, chatting with Carole as if no time had passed. Updating her on the latest and greatest, from their old high school classmates to her argument with your father.

"C'mon," Bradley taps the back of your elbow, "Let's give them some space."

You walk off with him, the silence heavy between the two of you. Neither of you knows what to say, especially after the other night.

"Welcome home," is all he says, hands stuffed in his pockets as he searches your face.

"Welcome home," you answer back swiftly. You allow the awkward silence to engulf you, hoping it'll tear him down and he'll leave you to wander around by yourself.

"You're killing me, Bugs. Please say something."

"There's nothing to say."

"There's everything to say." He steps in front of you, blocking your path with scrunched eyebrows.

"You wanna hash it out here?" You question him, urging him to think wisely.

"No, I just—"

"Just what? What do you want from me?" Your whisper is harsher than you realize, a few glances from the other visitors catching your attention.

"I want to talk. I want to explain what happened, and...and I want answers too." He holds his chin high, knowing that if he caves for a second and loosens his resolve, he'll bend to whatever you will him to. He always does.

The thing about Bradley Bradshaw is that he gets straight to the point. He itches to resolve conflict, waiting for the right moment when he can swoop in and fix everything. The timing is never on his side, the moment never quite right. For whatever reason, Bradley Bradshaw couldn't understand the value in "time and place." So there he sits, snug on that perch of his, waiting for a sunrise that'll never come.

"You want answers?" You bark out a cold laugh, one that sends a chill through the back of his neck. Your finger prods his chest, enunciating each word as you speak. "You want answers? I wanted answers for the past 8 years, and look where that got me. Stuck, waiting for someone who never showed."

"Please..." He says breathlessly, "Please Bugs, just let me—fuck I don't know what you want me to say, just let me explain. Let me apologize."

"Why did you leave?"

His eyes flicker to yours, back stiffening as you take one small step closer.

"Well, what is it, Bradshaw? Why did you leave that night?"

"Bugs..."

"No, you walked right into this. Why did you leave?" The sharp edge to your voice has softened, weakening to a state that matches your heart: broken.

"I didn't want to, Bugs, but you were engaged." You flinch, stunned into confusion as he continues. "When we slept together I had no idea you were engaged. What’s worse? When I found out, I didn’t think you did anything wrong, I didn’t give a shit about your fiancé or his feelings. I just wanted you…in anyway you’d have me.” His voice became small, rubbing the back of neck and moving to play with his right earlobe. A habit he’s had since childhood.

"You had so much power over me,” He continued, “and it terrified me." He takes a pause, gazing at you as if he's debating on saying this last piece of information.

"I loved you so much, but I didn't know who I was. And when I found out you were engaged, I couldn't face you. It felt like you chose him, and Bugs, I regretted it the second I drove off, but I couldn't go back. I tried to call, text, and nothing ever went through. You never responded, and I was too ashamed to contact your mom. I was stuck, Bugs. I'm sorry I hurt you."

The confession leaves you in tatters. Engaged? You hadn't gotten engaged to River until a year and a half later. Did he try to call you? Text you? It was radio silence whenever you tried to contact him, so how did you miss all his attempts?

"Bradley?"

"Yeah, Bugs?"

"Where the fuck did you hear I was engaged?"

"What do you mean 'where did you hear I was engaged?' River told me."

Your conversation is now the center of attention on this side of the cemetery, the sound of your voices too loud.

"River told you? When the fuck did he tell you?"

“That morning. I got a message from him, called him and asked if it was true but he showed me your engagement photos. I didn’t know how react so I just…left.”

Your mind is a whirlwind of confusion. The only reason you'd even gotten engaged to River was because Bradley left you that morning. You didn't see a future with him and broke it off weeks before you'd even spent the night with Bradley.

Both of you stand stupefied, looking at the other for answers neither of you has.

"I didn't get engaged to River until a year and a half after you left. I had already broken things off before you even visited Virginia. What do you mean he called you? How did he even know you were at my place? He was in New York.” You rub your temples, feeling a migraine coming on. It’s sudden by the information send a splitting ache through head.

"That's why you left?" You continue, massaging your eyes from the sun. "You thought I cheated on my fiancee with you? Did you think I lied about the breakup?"

"He showed me the engagement photos, what was I supposed to think?"

"You were supposed to ask me. You were supposed to stay. That's what you were supposed to think."

"Bugs, I didn't want to leave, but in that situation, would you have stuck around? Finding out I was engaged after sleeping with you? Seeing the proof right there?"

He might've been right. You probably would've fled. As angry as you wanted to be at him, you felt that you couldn't. Putting this in perspective made you feel guilty for being angry at him in the first place. Did you have a right to be? Maybe not, but how did River know Bradley was at your place that morning when he was supposedly in New York and you both had cut contact. Let alone to send engagement photos.

"Are you lying to me?" The question falls from your lips as you try to make sense of it. He has to be lying. The timeline doesn't make sense.

"Now you think I'm lying? I may have left that day, yes, but you never reached out, you never returned my calls. You chose your 'fiancee' over me, and I didn’t have it in me to look at you after that."

The look on your face makes his stomach twist. Something doesn't add up, and you pale. Hands shaking as a shiver takes over your body. "Bradley. River was in New York that week. We broke up a while before you even came back to visit, and never took engagement photos. I called and texted and called and texted, and you never responded to me. Didn't you?" Nothing you do soothes the throbbing behind your temples and nausea whirls in your stomach.

Bradley’s hands are warm as they find purchase on your arms, pulling you towards him and tugging your chin to face him.

"You called me?"

You nod weakly, "For weeks. For weeks, I called. I got scared that something happened to you, and I couldn't reach you. One of our old neighbors said they'd seen you alive and well, and I had to accept the fact you didn't want to speak to me."

All the anger you had used to guard yourself is withering. Suddenly you feel cold, a cool tingle spreading in the back of your head. The puzzle pieces are there, but you refuse to put them together.

Why would River do all that? How did he do all that? It doesn't make sense. But if the look on Bradley's face tells you anything, he's as confused and hurt as you are. Both of you have been wallowing in resentment these past few years, only to find out it'd been built on a lie.

"Bugs, you're shivering. Let's get you back to the car, okay?" You nod numbly, allowing him to guide you. He sits you in the passenger seat of the Bronco, and you stare blankly out the window, watching fellow visitors clean their loved ones' graves and cracking open beers with them.

Everyone has their special way of dealing with grief. Others never visit, and some spend all their time here. Some people decorate with flowers and seasonal decor, while others pour out liquor and loud music while they talk with their tombstones. You'd grieved when you lost Bradley. Halfway convinced he was the love of your life and you'd never find anything more. You didn't, and that made the loss hurt even more. Years of resentment grew and blossomed, poisoning the relationship you had with River. But was it really ruined because of you? If all that Bradley said is true, your relationship was built on the same lie it died on.

You see your mother approach Bradley, her brows creased as she looks at you. You can't hear what they're saying, but at some point, they've moved you back to your car as your mom hops into the driver's seat. You can do nothing as the fear and anxiety freeze you. If River had planned all of that, what else could he have done? Did do? The thoughts consume you whole as they finish up their conversation with hushed whispers and sideways glances.

"Please drive safe. I'll call the number you gave me when I get back home." Bradley taps the car, watching as you two drive off.

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Failed attempt to be sexy

Summary: Just some scenarios where MC or one of the characters try to be sexy and Above PG13 but failed in doing so.

Note: I do have NSFW blog but... Since this before the "Devil tango" I decided to put it here.

Warning: Suggestive, and Injury though not intentionally

Lucifer

It was a good idea in your head. The thought of using Lucifer's whip.

It was already hard enough to convince Lucifer. But you using his whip and especially on him?

His brothers might think that you or him had gone mad.

Never the less you were excited!

However it was your first time handling a thing like that.

So when you try to make a strike.

Instead of hitting his thigh or chest you end up hitting his face making him groan in pain.

You cry out his name and immediately drop the whip and rush over to him.

The whole night he try to calm you down while holding an ice bag over his black eye

Mammon

Handcuff? Handcuff!

Mammon handcuff your hands on the headboard of his bed. He grins and took a step back to enjoy his work (It was okay but don't tell him that)

You gave the cuffs a small tug and notice it was a little tight so you ask if he can adjust them a little bit.

He agrees and move over to unlock the cuffs however his expression shifted from cocky to horrified

You ask why and he told you that he had the wrong key.

You gave him a "What?" in a shock and high pitch annoyed tone

He confessed that he bought the cuffs from a friend he knew. He quickly jump out of bed and rushes out of the room while only where his underwear.

You look at the door with a deadpan expression. And hope that he can get the key for the handcuffs

Leviathan

Levi always wanted to do roleplay with cosplay.

However he didn't expect that it would take an hour to have you all deck out and another hour for him with get it costume.

You may ask why? Well because this is Levi we are talking about. He wanted this to go well.

But oh my friends do you thing waiting two hours would stop you or Levi? The answer is no.

But...

During the scene of your character getting close to Levi. one of the buckles of your costume got caught on Levi's costume. You lean in so you can undo the lock of your costume. But your wig got caught on to Levi's head dress.

And when you finally pulled back. Your wig was pulled away.

After that you said fuck and got up and left you lost your patience at this point.

Levi couldn't blame you.

Satan

Oh Satan. Why can you be like Lucifer?

He tried damnit! He tried to wear leather!

However just one look in the mirror he got extremely embarrass.

But he knows that you will like this! right?

He didn't told you what's he had planned all he can do is lay on his bed in a full body leather suite and once he got a text from you telling him that you were on the way.

He took his chance and sip on the leather mask.

You enter and froze when you saw a man wear all black (For the sack of the headcanon you only know Vanilla level things) You scream in fear.

Satan wave his hand for you to stop and try to unzip the mask so he can speak clearly however he realize that he was wearing the mask backwards.

Beel heard your scream and quickly rushes to your side and shock to see a thing that looks like a shadow demon but without horns, tail or wings.

His protective instinct kicked in and quickly charged and tackled Satan.

After a few punches to the face and gut. Beel manage to take the mask off to see Satan's face with bruises and a black eye.

You and Satan stuck with Vanilla after that night.

Asmodeus

You might think. Asmo is the king of "beds" so how could he failed on this?

Well it wasn't due to him or you.

It was him not paying attention to his surrounding.

He just finish with dripping wax on you. You were out of it to notice anything during all of it.

Asmo didn't blow the candle since he wanted to drip some more wax on you.

So he set the candle to the side and start his "magic" However you jolted from one his hand and accidentally bump the nightstand with the candle and it fell and roll off the nightstand.

Dropping next to the bed, the flames touch the bedsheet, catching on fire!

Asmo notice it quick and immediately pick you up. You were surpirse all of a sudden he picked you up and swung you over his shoulder.

He run out of the room yelling for help.

Lucifer was furious that a fire happened in the house again!

But the rest of the brothers where traumatized by seeing Asmo butt ass naked!

Beelzebub

He didn't even know that this was possible!!

His two favorite things in one? You and food.

Okay, I will never eat you. But eating off you!?! Sign him up!

But you decide that you start with him so as if a tease or before the main "dessert"

You pour some chocolate syrup on him but you forgot the sprinkles. So you got up and tiptop over to your bag and grab the sprinkle.

However when you were coming back to the bed.

Some of the syrup spill on floor by the side of the bed.

So when you were about to climb back up on the bed. Your feet step on the syrup making you slip and fall right on your back.

Beel yelp and quickly got out of bed and kneel beside you. Checking if you hurt fall. And you did a small bump on the back of your head.

Beel wasn't in the mood now since you were hurt. So the rest of the night he nurse you while muttering sorry every hour.

Belphegor

He doesn't feel like doing this guessing game... at least if he was the one who's trying to guess.

But you did won the rock, paper, scissors. So he had at least do his end of the bargain

So now he was laying on bed blindfolded and bound to the bed while you were getting things ready.

After what seem to minute. He gasps when he felt something tickling his feet. He chuckles and giggles which you wanted.

So you move on electric back massager. Yes because you don't have anything!

And you didn't want to borrow something from Asmo and have to tell Belphie. He would've decline on this whole thing!

So you continue and plug in the Massager, you smirk when Belphie jump as soon he hear the low buzzing of massager.

You brough in close to the side of chest and start. But you got the reverse reaction from him. He was smiling and saying to move it around.

You huff and did what he ask. But soon you were surprise to hear snoring and look up to see that Belphie fell asleep!

You pout, unplug the massager and put aside and lay on bed with you back turn to Belphie. You slept pouty that nigh :P

Note:

I had way too much fun with Satan's part XD

Again I'm knowledge on NSFW stuff is only surface and fan fic. I can't only write funny scenes before the actual act hence this headcanon being post here and not on my other blog.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

[hopeformankind]

It was something he couldn't help but taken note of rather quickly-- the look in her eyes, it was something he'd seen with many other medics before. It was the way they looked at him with pity and guilt, how they stared at his injury, yet it felt different, perhaps. Angel understood that he couldn't just be free of stress all the time, many others would try to coddle him, in their own ways.

Erwin sat without any sort of argument, forcing himself to stay calm. Deep breaths, he kept telling himself. Stay calm. Losing composure would only complicate things, and they couldn't have that. Yet, some part of him couldn't help but look to that satchel. It was human, to be a bit nervous and reluctant when it came to something like this. The injury hurt, so he didn't want it to hurt more-- that was normal, but Erwin knew that it'd be better in the long-term to let it happen. Even if it hurt.

" ... right. I presume... redoing the sutures and stitches after disinfecting and cleaning the wound? Then bandages? "

Over her years of service Angel had indeed seen some gruesome injuries, and had usefully mastered the ability to hide her reaction to anything thrown into her MedBay. Underneath her searching eyes was the immense pity and guilt she had felt immediately after their first interaction.

She nibbled the inner of lip as she nodded, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. His observations were completely correct, in her opinion, he had done more than moved too quickly, he had constantly overstressed himself. Deep down, Angel knew it was unrealistic to hope for him to live a stress free life, he was the commander after all.

With a small sigh she edged closer, her cold hands ghosting the devastating damage to his side that caused him daily agony, even if he denied it. “I advice you to take a seat…” she murmured, reaching into the satchel that was hanging from her arm.

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