#{Out of Boozes (look for more) - ooc posts}

[barbiecrocs]

Macho to Mommy's Boy

Kozume Kenma

tags! mommy kink, praise, teasing, of age alcohol drinking, of age Kenma, blow job, hand job, mean Kenma, established relationship, lowkey OOC, sub Kenma, dom reader, mention of pegging, mention of marking, lowkey public sex (house party bathroom)

Sumsum - At a party buzzing with booze, he dares to ignore you—choosing pride over your peace. Little does he know, it's his peace that he was tampering with.

WC.1915

Barbies Note... Imma be so real and not even give yall an excuse as to why I haven’t been posting. Yall know I be with the bullshit sometimes so just enjoy the story.😭

Oh gosh, here we go again… Here he fucking goes again. Acting all big, bad, macho, and masculine to impress his dumbass volleyball friends once he gets some alcohol in him. For a little bit of context, you guys are at a house party right now and you ever so sweetly asked your boyfriend to leave because you were getting overstimulated. Yet, he hits you with, “Not now babe.” His voice deeper than it really is. His friends go quiet, knowing how you like to get down. The only thing that breaks the silence is the music as Kuroo turns it up a couple notches. Regardless of how awkward it is, you stand your ground, hands now on your hips with a sassy eyebrow raised. You can see him bite his lip nervously, but the alcohol that's hitting him helps keep the act up. Usually you'd pull him aside in the moment and chew his ear off with anger, but no. You have something a lot more interesting in mind this time. You were going to break him, so hard that he'll never try this shit ever again.

The conversation moves along smoothly once you leave. But to Kenma’s surprise the boys begin drilling him on how much he's changed.

“Damnnnn, Kenma. When you'd become such a beast?” Bokuto slurs, sipping on the alcohol in his cup, and gathering the attention of Tsukki, Yamaguchi, and Kuroo who sat on the couch. “I don’t know what you mean. It's always been like this.” Kenma banters, failing to stick the cocky tone to his words. In return he catches a weird look from Kuroo. His only friend that knows everything, but doesn't ever plan on busting his bubble. Tsukki chuckles, knowing he's gotta be full of shit. “Uh, yeah sure. Let's not forget about the anti-social hunchback creature you were in high school. Face glued to your 20th century Gameboy with your headphones plugged in to ignore all other sound. Trust and believe, we remember.” Tsukki gains a very subtle side eye from Kenma until the rest of the group joins in on laying it on thick. “Yeah, now that I think about it, you changed a lot after high school. Appearance-wise too. Your hair is barely bleached anymore, just the tips, and it's way longer now.” Yamaguchi adds, but before Kenma can get a word out, they begin talking about how much everyone has changed since their senior years. Reminiscing about the funny moments, volleyball games, going to eat out with their teams, and all of a sudden he notices that the attention is no longer on him.

He starts to come down from his social high and realizes how angry he might've made you and how he'll pay for it later. He lifts up from his loveseat, setting out to go find you only to be pushed back down by a strong force. He looks up at who is to blame and to his pleasure his eyes meet yours. “Oh, Y/n. Listen, I'm really sor-”

“It's too late for that now.” You scold in a heartless tone. He pinches his lips closed with his teeth, knowing how pissed you are right now. But what confuses him is why you squish in next to him with your legs over his lap and blanket delicately placed over the both of you. “You want to stay? Then we'll stay, so get comfy.”

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Just when Kenma begins to sink down into the Lazyboy chair, he feels a hand rub his thigh. The action blasts him awake. His eyes dart over to your face in search of an emotion that might give away your intentions, but nothing.

He readjusts his legs in hopes to shake your touch, but you grip his thigh tightly to hold him still. The action is very subtle to the group, but it speaks volumes to him as he catches you in a half-assed smirk. “Stay still for mommy.” You whisper into his neck while tugging at the zipper on his pants.

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Kenma's soft and breathy moans hit your eardrums as you stroke his cock and whisper degrading things into his ear with your head on his shoulder. Your hand moves up and down gently and delicately while rubbing his tip every time you reach the top, making his tongue roll out of his mouth. And there's a strong temptation to lean forward and take his lips with yours, but you don't want to draw attention to your actions. Even though there's a good chance no one would notice with the alcohol that's coursing through them. Hell, most of them are even knocked out with drool spilling from the corners of their mouths while the rest make drunk phone calls and texts to their designated drivers, or play games on their phones.

Turning your attention back to Kenma, you search his face for an expression only to see tears bubbling at the ends of his eyes and it's hard for you not to find the sight cute. If you were alone, you'd rip the blanket off, place his legs over the arms of the loveseat, and tease his cute little butthole until he cums all over his stomach. But sadly, that's not going to happen right now.

“Mommy faster, please.” He whines lowly, taking you out of your raunchy thoughts. To your dismay, he starts bucking into your fist and digs his heels into the carpet below for better balance and strength. “Last time I checked, that's not how you ask for things Kenken.” You whisper, folding your arms, taking your legs off his lap, and turning away from him. Unbeknownst to him, you had a fat smile on your face, excited and wondering what he might do next. And of course, his only course of action is the wrong one.

“No, mommy!” He whisper-yells, gripping your shoulder and you quickly shake him off, having to fix your face before turning back to whisper. “Well, you're just breaking all the rules, huh? You know not to touch mommy without permission.” You hop up from your shared seat and walk to the kitchen for a drink. You make sure to stay in his line of vision to tease and teach him a lesson. Just when you pick up a bottle of Vodka, a hand takes your wrist and leads you to the bathroom.

He leans you up against the bathroom door and sits his head on your shoulder. He moans into your ear, breathy and whiney just how you like it, “Mommy please, I'm sorry. I need you. I want you so bad. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna go fucking crazy.” Fuck, he knows how to get you going. His hands are heavily placed at the sides of your waist with his knee brushing against your pussy. It makes you get wetter by the second and you bite your lip to stop a low and wispy ‘fuckkkkk’ from escaping your lips.

To get the upper hand again, you switch positions with him, pushing him up against the door while gradually sliding a hand down his chest to his clothed hard dick. An immediate whimper is pushed out his mouth and you can feel him rut against you again. “Don't you fucking dare unless you want me to stop again.” You threaten. “Or, maybe I should stop anyway. You've been a very bad boy Kenken. Giving me sass, rutting against me, and using your hands. If only there was some way to make it up to me.” Your hand unzips his pants for the second time tonight, but this is the first that you actually got on your knees. “Beg.” You say, kissing the tip of his cock and going as far as taking his balls in before you leave him hanging again.

That little taste of what's to come was all that was needed to throw him over the edge because from then on he completely breaks. “Oh my god, mommy please~ I'm really sorry for earlier, please forgive me. Please, please, please, take me into your mouth. I need it mommy. Fuck~” He begins to hiccup and the tears beading at the corners of his eyes finally stream down his face. Only then do you realize his physical state. His body is entirely reliant on the door behind him as he pants and whines. His voice comes out hoarse with constant cracks in it, and his eyes blink slowly almost as if he's not all the way here anymore. His hair sticks to his forehead and neck with sweat, tears wet his face, and his raging boner is an angry chili pepper red color with precum dripping everywhere. You finally give in to his delicious submissiveness and can't wait to see how cute he’ll look when he cums.

“Kenken, look at all that yummy precum. You want mommy to lick you clean?” He feverishly nods his head, even banging it against the door by accident a couple of times and a wimpy “pleaseee” leaves his quivering lips. You take him into your mouth once more, hollowing your cheeks to create a vacuum-like sensation to get the most of his precum into your mouth. Once you're done, you go back and forth pumping and sucking him when he finally begins to feel that growing knot of pleasure in his stomach. “Oh fuck! Mommy, your mouth feels so good around me. Don't stop.” He praises. Not only turning you on times a thousand, but taking you by surprise in how loud he gets as if you guys weren't in his friend's bathroom. ‘Well there goes all my efforts of being discreet.’ You think to yourself. You'd usually tell him to pipe down, or take a second to stuff your panties in his mouth, but you think that if you stop again for even a second, he actually might die. “Mommy, I'm so close. Please let me cum. Please?” He cries out loudly, hyperventilating, hiccuping, and gasping like he just ran a marathon for the first time ever. The pleasure has him on cloud nine and in a moment of weakness, his legs give out for a split second. He leans over you while gripping the sink for balance and a mixture of tears and sweat drips off his chin and onto your forehead as you pump his cock at a break-neck speed. “Cum for me Kenma.” You say mouth open and ready to receive his seed. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh my god, Y/n! I'm gonna fucking- I'm gonna- Fuck, fuck fuck!~” He moans before going completely radio silent, mouth agape, and eyes rolled back as you stroke him through his mind-numbing orgasm. “What do you say, Kenken?" You ask as he subconsciously begins sliding down the door, but you catch him and sling an arm over your shoulder. “Thank you mommy.” He says, putting together his last two brain cells to sound coherent as you help his exhausted self limp out of the bathroom.

You guys walk into the living room where the music that was once loud is lowly playing in the background. That fact only helps you confirm that everyone definitely heard what went down a few moments ago. Well, not everyone who is sound asleep, but everyone who's pretending to be to avoid any awkward confrontation. You snicker at the sight while grabbing anything you guys left on the loveseat before your bathroom fiasco and head home for the night.

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Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

DEVIL WOMAN

One-shot #: 38

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T (Just some reeeally slight teasing & uh, flirting?)

Note: Late for Halloween but I still want to post something after being absent for long! I missed my babies! Enjoy this quick one-shot and happy Halloween everyone, belatedly!

Summary: His amusement at her expense was obliterated in an instant. And even in the darkened crow’s nest Nami eyes caught the way Zoro’s jaw clenched at that.

“Trick or treat?”

A blank look followed by one eyebrow rising up in question, then the sound of a rather exasperated intake of breath met her question.

“Well?” Nami prompted the figure in front of her to answer. Perched on the opening of the crow’s nest with both arms resting on the metal floor, she patiently (and cheekily) waited.

“Tch,” was the first thing that came out of Zoro’s mouth before it was covered by the rim of the booze bottle he was drinking from.

“None.” He finally uttered out before taking another swig of his drink.

A pout appeared on Nami’s lips. “Spoilsport,” she remarked as she pushed herself up and into the crow’s nest. She glanced around quickly, brows furrowing when she took in the fact that the lights were off and the green-haired man seems to be… just chilling in the dark.

“Why are you sitting here in the dark?” She can’t help but ask, a frown now pulling her lips down.

“Sets the mood.”

“Huh?” It was Nami’s turn to stare at him blankly. Well… his idea of fun does differ from hers. She shouldn’t be surprised at all.

The navigator had just returned on the ship straight from the party that was currently taking place in town center. The island where they docked have this festival where everyone was loitering to and fro, down the streets, wearing costumes of some sorts and knocking on all the house doors saying ‘trick or treat’ while holding a hollowed pumpkin head to be filled  treats and sweets.

Imagine the excitement it brought to their captain, Usopp and Chopper, especially when they found out from Robin that all the houses are obliged to give out confectioneries to those who will come a-knocking.

But Nami was more interested in donning a costume and frolicking in town to hunt for chumps she can easily take advantage of. Just imagine the belis she can rake and take home with her charms and assets in full force.

That was what this trick or treating is for her. Tricking the others so she can treat herself.

Deciding to go all out with a cheeky but sexy devil costume—complete with wings, cute horns, tail and all—she forgo the usual red ensemble and went for a black one for a more mysterious and alluring effect (Robin’s words and Nami definitely agrees), she headed out with her equally enthusiastic crewmates to the town to have a good trick or treating time.

Now she’s back at the Thousand Sunny because her scheme tonight turned out really successful that she had to deposit the bulk of her loot in the treasure chest in her room.

And it’s not even midnight!

She knew Zoro was on guard duty. The ever lazy swordsman had refrained from joining whatever craziness they planned on doing and instead decided for a more boring way to spend the rest of the night.

Namely stay up in the nest, in the dark and drink some booze before conking out.

That’s why Nami decided to climb up the nest to check on him, see if he’s sleeping his stupid ass off while on the job so she can berate him. Heaven knows she needs some sort of stimulant from all that lackluster interactions she has had so she can pick some pockets.

“Hhmm… well you seem to be… enjoying your night?” She asked in an overly sweet yet tinge with sarcasm tone, absolutely loving the way a scowl was starting to appear on Zoro’s face.

“I was,” was his curt reply as he eyed her disdainfully.

Nami’s insides fluttered in pleasure as she chortled. Look how irritated he was with her presence. She smiled in a sickeningly sweet way at him, letting him know that she is aware that he is annoyed that his quiet time was disturb… by her… of all people.

Recently, she had developed this habit of teasing him more than the usual. And not just the kind of teasing that often leads to the two of them bickering and shouting.

It was more… low-key. And feels kind of exclusive in a way that only the two of them knows what is happening. Like a secret language that only the two of them are privy to.

If Nami were to be honest, it’s teasing that is definitely crossing the line of flirting.

And she never passes on the opportunity to test that theory whenever she chance upon it.

Because in a very weird turn of events, Zoro seemed to tolerate it… and was actually reciprocating (this is just her assumption) in his own unrefined way.

Plus it also delights her so much when he gets irked at her antics but he never tries to stop her or even shut her down when they both knew he can.  

You could almost say that her assumptions were right on their marks.

She heard him clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth when she decided to approach him. Zoro was sitting on the nest’s floor, his back against the nest’s wooden bench. His white t-shirt was on the floor, along with his haramaki and katanas. She surmised that he probably did some training earlier and was now enjoying a drink as his downtime.

Just to spite him some more tonight, Nami plopped herself down beside him. She wanted to see what if she was right. See if Zoro will just put up with her presence and not send her down the nest so he could enjoy his solitude.

The black wing of her costume almost poked him in the face accidentally and he swatted it with his hand.

“You could blind someone with that,” he complained as he flicked the wing’s sharp edge.

Nami just gave him a toothy grin before retorting.

“Well I’ve got nothing to worry about,” she gestured at his left eye, childishly sticking her tongue out at him.

Zoro just scoffed. “You just can’t leave me in peace?”

A cackle escaped her.  “Your life is boring as it is. You need me to spice it up.”

He snorted at that before taking a drink again.

Nami waited for a beat and fought a smile from appearing when Zoro did not bother complaining anymore nor and grumble incessantly about her leaving him alone.

“Why are you here in the dark?” She finally asked again, this time really wanting to satisfy her curiosity. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder, so close enough that she can feel that distinct coolness his skin takes on after sweating, a sure indication that he did work out while left alone in the ship.

“What’s it to you?” He drawled as he held up the bottle he was drinking from to his eye level, checking to see how much is left before he move to the next one.

“Tch,” Nami sighed. “Don’t be difficult.”

His skin rubbed softly against her when he took a deep breath, the sensation sending sparks

under and over her own, making their way up her neck and Nami fought the urge to shudder when she felt her cheeks grow warm.

“Told you it sets the mood,” he repeated what he said earlier. “For some quiet.”

Nami nodded, understanding his need for it since he meditates after his work-outs.

“Plus,” Zoro tipped the bottle towards the windows in front of them, gesturing for her to take a look. “You can’t appreciate all that with the lights on.”

Nami’s shifted her gaze to where he indicated. Her eyes widened when she realized that the crow’s nest have a great vantage point of the island’s curving end against the star splattered sky.

“Oh,” she murmured softly before pushing herself up to get closer to the window. Kneeling on the bench under it, she took in the breath-taking view before her. There were dozens of tiny lights sprinkled randomly against the island’s shadowy profile. They sparkled and hovered randomly but that didn’t undermine the beauty of the night sky, it heightened it some more.

Everything just looked like thousand sparkling jewels. Glittering. Twinkling.

So that is what Zoro was enjoying alone in the crows’ nest, post-work out and with a drink?

She got to hand it to him… he knows how to really relax his lazy ass.

And also appreciate a beautiful sight. Now that was surprising.

Nami turned her head towards him and watched as he guzzled out the remaining alcohol in his bottle.

Then he suddenly barked out a laugh that Nami thought sounded somehow… condescending.

He grinned amusedly when he saw her looking at him. “Suits you.” He suddenly commented out of the blue.

“What?” Nami narrowed her eyes at him. She raised an eyebrow, already getting a hint that she is not going to like the point he was about to drive home.

“What you’re wearing,” Zoro pointed at her. “It suits you. Horns, tail and all.”

The orange-haired woman stared at him. Really stared at him like he had grown three heads. Did Zoro mean he liked…

Oh drat. He was probably making fun of how the devil costume suited her personality perfectly. Wasn’t he always saying, she’s gonna end up in hell even if he needs to drag her there?

A vein ticked on her forehead. And she seriously contemplated of poking him with her tail or her horn.

But she was still reeling from the tranquil view she was looking at and Nami decided that violence is not the answer tonight.

“Hmmm…” she hummed with a playful flick of her long hair. She deliberately tossed Zoro a seductive look. “Of course it suits me.”

“After all, hell needs to have someone beautiful in it if you’re gonna rule it.” Nami declared sassily before throwing him a kiss.

His amusement at her expense was obliterated in an instant. And even in the darkened crow’s nest Nami eyes caught the way Zoro’s jaw clenched at that.

The navigator smirked. Oh she won this round. Easy, peasy.

But the stubborn swordsman still have one last fight in him.

“You could’ve also gone for a witch,” Zoro tried to recover, folding his arms over his chest, trying to save face and save his pride. “That suits you even better. Witch!” He sneered at the thrown insult he always uses for her.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Nami wagged a finger at him. She got off the bench and sauntered back to him. Her steps light… almost like she’s bouncing in glee.

She stopped just right in front of Zoro, mischievously looking down on him.

“Stop before you hurt yourself some more,” she impishly advised knowing the green-haired man will still try to take her on the battle of wills and words.

Zoro drew back a little and eyed her suspiciously. Nami leaned down, bringing her face closer to his, one finger sliding under his chin, to tilt his head up some more so they could look at each other eye to eye. Her lips almost touching his, he can feel them as they move.

“Besides who better to accompany the king of hell than the devil herself?"

[call-me-kermit]

A Hog-Killin' Time

Warning: Cursing, Suggestive Conversation, Implied You Know What, Slightly OOC Cooper Summary: After turning in a bounty, the Ghoul hopes to get a drink. He gets a lot more than that. Rating: PG Note: Didn't really know where I was going with it, oh well. Hope y' like! NOT PROOFREAD

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If you asked him if there was a bar in this town he'd tell you you were full of shit. This 'town' was morso a single street, in the middle of what was once a town. The only population can be found by the only four buildings still standing, including an information post, a single farm house, a trades store, and the farmer's store. He's passed through here countless times.

Hardly anyone out this way nowadays with how far south it is. It's a pitstop town in the middle of nowhere. The kind of place nobody sticks around. He's surprised it's sustained itself this long.

Yet there it was, 'Hack's Saloon', painted in bright red along the wall of old brick. An arrow pointed around the corner to where he assumed a door would be. With a bag, now one severed head lighter, fresh caps to splurge, and a 'why the hell not' attitude, he strutted his way in.

The doors were really just a curtain, which he assumed used to belong to a shower. An amused chuckle left his lips as he slipped inside, spurs singing a song with every step.

Inside was hardly what he'd call a bar. Packed down dirt floor, mismatched tables and chairs—one made of an old refrigerator door—and at least what remained of an actual bartop. One single pattern was passed out on top of a table in the corner, and an old man was behind the bar. An old radio on top, humming old songs. He saw a shelf of booze, and that was good enough for him.

"What y'like?" The old man, back like a question mark, asked. The Ghoul eyed the selection as he approached a stool, paying mind to the cold drink that sat lonely on the other side of the bar.

"Finest y'have, compadre."

"Y'couldn't afford it." The man scoffed, waving him off.

"Try me, Hack." He dared the man with his glare.

The man shuffled out behind a half-collapsed wall, practically giggling to himself. The sudden amusement of the old man almost made the Ghoul crack a smile.

At this point, the Ghoul turned to the figure coming into view in his peripheral vision. He watched a woman, the like he'd never seen before, take a spot in front of the lonely chilled liquor. Her posture was straight and proper, skin clean and scar-free, with an impressive iron on her hip. And my, now that he was looking at her hips—

"Here you are." The man cackled, setting the bottle down before him. The ghoul peeled his eyes away from the woman who's yet to notice him.

He eyed the man briefly before looking down at the bottle in front of him. The Ghoul almost did a double-take before grinning widely. Before him sat a perfectly preserved 2010 Macallan Fine Malt Scotch. Tan paper bindings, brass cap, and beautiful golden liquor inside, untouched by this cruel world.

Hell, if he'd bought a bottle of this the day the bombs fell, he'd of spent enough money to buy a house. The Ghoul didn't even wanna think about how much value it has accumulated over the past two hundred years. If the world hadn't ended, this bottle would be worth near millions, most likely.

His ear perked at the sound of a slow and smooth whistle. The woman took notice and understood that this was indeed a sight to behold. Though her eyes never went to him, but rather stayed on the bottle until she turned away in favor of her glass.

"How much for the whole thing?" The Ghoul purred, hoping this man's a fool.

"Fifty caps!" The man nearly yelled in laughter, proud of the bottle he pulled. A fool indeed.

The Ghoul counted out his caps and took his prize. The man sauntered off feeling he had pulled the greatest con. When instead that title goes to the Ghoul.

With the man finally out of sight and earshot, the woman piped up, "Congrats, fella." She had a drawl like sweet honey on a breezey summer's day.

He simply grinned and nodded her way before taking a glass and pouring himself a neat drink. Sipping so slow to feel every bud that begins to tingle, then burn as it slides back and down his throat. A wicked grin came up as he finished the rest of the glass in one long gulp.

"That's ace-high scotch you're wasten' there." Her tone was unimpressed, yet still like a song. "Y'gotta be a sap-headed fool to waste a prize like that."

He pondered a moment, eyeing her soulfully. She did not look to him as she scolded him, and the tone of her song was so sweet, like she was telling a joke. Something about her presence itched his gut. To say he was interested would be an understatement, but this cowboy is a lone rider, so he schooled his expression and buried it deep down.

"Where y'from?" His lip curled just slightly. Her tone set a fire in his belly, intrigue, and a little something else.

"South," She put simply. He hummed, pouring himself another drink and finally taking a seat.

"Sticking 'round?" A slow sip.

"What's it to ya'?" She sneered, finally turning to look at him, not much to see with what was hidden away under his hat. He lifted his chin to look her in the eye and he watched as she took in his features. Somthing in her demeanor shifted then.

"Easy, darlin." He let out slowly, with almost a chuckle on his breath. Eyeing her with that something else in his gaze. "Just one poke to another here."

"Hmm," She nodded, unbelieving of his statement. "You ain't cowpoke. Y' a mail-order cowboy." There was no venom in her tone, but those were fighting words.

"The hell you know about me?" He grinned, almost forgetting he should be offended.

"I seen you're movies, fella." She sipped, and his grin dropped. "Ain't no way I'm taking you for real poke, maybe a hunter, but not poke. No," She shook her head with a chuckle. It was light, void of heat, unmatched by her words. As if she were talking to a friend she's known for years. Blame the liquor. "You's a pretty movie star."

"You think'n I sold my saddle, huh?" He gritted his jaw, nodding along. He had, and it's a shameful thing for a cowboy. He abandoned the brands of Texas for the big screen. He wasn't expecting to be called out for it over two hundred years later.

"How—" She laughed suddenly. "How are y'still kick'n?"

He watched her shoulders shake as she laughed and swept her hair from her face.

"Secret." He sighed, taking another long sip of scotch.

"Fair enough." She turned to him fully, her body on display by the way her armor and duster settled against her curves. If his mind hadn't been plagued by unwanted memories surfacing, he'd have half a mind to ogle some. "You got a name, fella?"

He found himself unable to say anything. Just eyed her, almost brought right back out of his funk by the way she looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"You fixin' after a bounty, then? I get that feelin'." She stated, pausing to leave room for him to say something. When he didn't, she continued, "I'm tenderfooted in the game. See, only been off the homestead a year or so—stopped counting the days— you seem to know a thing or two 'bout it."

"A thing or two," He hummed, bringing the glass to his lips. Ever so humble. "You raise brahmin on that homestead of yours?" He found himself asking, even though he didn't really care to know. But something about answering her pressing questions right now made him shifty.

"Largest herd in the Commonwealth." She beamed with a pride only a Cowboy could know. He knew that pride himself, at one point.

"What brings y'up this way?" She deflated at his question, shoulders slumped, and posture curving, and she leaned back.

"Suppose I'm selling mine too." She shook her head shamefully. "It's a good life, but it doesn't offer much in the wasteland. Only so much to do."

"Hypocrite." He teased, she laughed, that twinkle coming back. She nodded and watched him carefully. He found a weight coming off his shoulders as she looked him over, head to toe, as he had done to her.

"So," Standing with her glass in hand, she strutted over, taking a seat with just two feet between them. "Bout that name o'yours?" Slowly sipping her watered-down liquor, noticing the way he watched the press of glass on her lip and the wet it left behind.

He said nothing again and just buried his gaze into her soul.

"Fine," She perks a grin, "We'll both be nameless than. You always drink alone, Fella?" She leaned back and slammed back the last half of her drink— figuring she'd need it to liven up the mood.

"Yep," The Ghoul sighed, turning away to follow her lead and downing the rest of his scotch. "Ride alone, too."

"Poor baby," She purred in a teasing tone. "Ridin' 'lone might keep things simple, but it ain't always better." She offered.

"What would y'know 'bout ridin' alone?" He tilted his head ever so slightly and let his gaze dance over her form.

"Been doin' so this whole time!" She exclaimed like it was obvious. "But I'm serious, fella. What's the lay o'the land 'round here?"

"Why are you so keen to takin' up bounties?" He pushed.

"Been kill'n men all my life, might as well get paid for it." She spoke as a master of fact. He just hummed and poured a third glass.

"You this friendly with all you're company, or y'just save it for special occasions?" She grinned wildly, watching his eyes dance between emotions.

"You think'n youre a special occasion?" A curl of his lips made the cowgirl chuckle.

"Certainly hoping."

"Well," He found himself smiling, "You got a way about you, darlin', I'll give you that."

She watched him and waited expectantly. He groaned, his smile faltering only slightly.

"Fine," She interrupted with a cheer. "Don't think this is a favor, I don't do anything for free."

"I'll be sure to make it worth your while." She leaned forward.

"The only real advice I have to give, if you're set on takin' bounties 'round here, don't touch mine." His smile turned dark in warning, before turning to his drink. He'd killed many for much less. People understand the risk of taking on a bounty over a certain threshold, fully aware The Ghoul doesn't waste time on low-paying jobs, and will let nobody get in the way of him and his caps. It is one of the many reasons for his infamy in the wastelands: his mercilessness.

"Was that supposed to be intimidating?" She chuckled.

"You'll learn, darlin'." He sighed. "You'll learn."

"You," She draw out slow, eyes moving away, pausing to debate completing her train of thought. "You wanna teach me?" Her hand found it's way to his knee, sliding upwards ever so slightly.

"You always this kind to strangers?" He smirked wickedly, watching her rise to her feet and place herself between his knees.

"Only the ones I wanna be more than strangers with." She let out a breathy laugh, watching him take deeper breaths, and her hands slid further up.

"You are a dangerous woman." His hand left the glass and found its way to her hip. Her hands passed over where he was hoping they'd go, up his stomach and chest, and her index finger stroked the base of his neck. A rumble came from his chest as he pulled her closer, pressing her against him.

"Come on, cowboy," She toyed with him. "I'm itchin' for a ride."

"Well, that's one way to make it worth my while, Sugar."

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•Kermitts Masterlist•

[alnstkinkmeme]

Till trauma exploration, sexual/abusive Lukatill, romantic Ivantill, reincarnation AU, angst

tags : ooc (till fucks but for sad reasons), till w a pussy, underage substance abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, luka and till hatefuck while drunk and ivan sees the very end of it, ivan kinda suffers too, heavy ptsd, past sa/sexual abuse (in the alnst universe), just more sad the dove has been shot and its not coming back, also mizi suffers a bit too, could also be abo for added suffering (as in when till and luka hatefuck till could be in heat, gets pregnant, and then erases it all while ivan is losing his mind), undealt with trauma everyone was reincarnated, modern times setting. the main four grew up as childhood friends, no memories of alnst, till still has a crush on mizi as a child but realises pretty quickly she's very much into girls when they were all around 13 and found mizi and sua kissing everything goes by fine, nothing out of the ordinary. not until one night when they were second years in high-school where till and mizi both remember everything, and not just remember, they can see it as if it was yesterday. they can feel the sensations. specifically for till, he can see ivans death, smell the rain and feel the kiss he and ivan shared, and worse than that. he can feel what urak did to him, every sensation and smell and touch is fresh in his mind. during alsnt everyone was so on edge wondering if they would make it to the next day, dealing with traumatising situations everyday, so they never really had the time to sit down and process their emotions or trauma. that meant that till was immediately sent into a downward spiral.

it starts with cutting class (ivan notices but doesn't comment), then moves on to worse things fast, smoking, drinking, getting a fake id from luka due to his rich kid bullshit privilege (in exchange for the id he gave luka a blowjob, luka said it as a joke but till ended up doing it). till uses the fake id to go to clubs to try and numb his mind enough to not have thoughts, he loses his virginity to a guy probably old enough to be a slightly young uncle in a dingy bathroom stall. he without realising it sought the horrible feelings arak gave him during his abuse, it was all he knew and it was so fresh in his mind it felt like everything he ever experienced before he remembered immediately disappeared. he continues to sleep around, with both men and women, he felt actual pleasure more so with women as they had the same downstairs equipment so they were able to please him a lot better. he became good at sex, he never fully enjoyed it though, it was simply to numb himself further. ivan notices things pretty quickly, from tills breath smelling like nicotine and cheap booze, to marks all over his collar bones and neck that he tried and failed to cover with bandaids or concealer. the heavy eyebags under his eyes and the biggest thing, him distancing himself from everyone and everything. time skip something something they make it to college, tills behaviour doesn't stop and his friends (mainly ivan) have had enough bystanding and want to stage an intervention. that intervention ends in a lot of yelling, fighting, mizi being completely silent the entire time due to her having a pretty good understanding of why till is doing this (she probably would've spiraled too if she didn't have mizi), hyuna and ivan are having the biggest reactions, ivans mask fully gone and his worry and anger at such a bad breaking point he cant control his emotions. hyuna is pissed in a big sister like way, she's over protective of till and basically is his big sister. somehow some way till ends of physically fighting ivan, hyena tries to get him off and ends up getting elbowed in the face. and luka is just standing there, looking down on till. [Please read the rest on the meme! Tumblr won't post it all]

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[dracarialove]

📄 F it, I'm posting my finished fics here, too 📄

Rouge's relationship with Knuckles ends in an unsalvageable way, driving her to tears and into the arms of a mysterious hedgehog. As her feelings for Shadow grow, the two tiptoe around the possibility of having a relationship while teaching each other new things.

Main Ship: Shadow/Rouge

Other Ships: Silver/Blaze, Knuckles/Julie-Su

A/N: This story is set in an off-white version of Mobius, with more similarities to real life than Sonic's canon world. It's a rewrite of a very old fanfic of mine, and as such, Knuckles (in particular) is written somewhat OOC for the sake of the story.

*Originally published Nov. 1st, 2021

[Chapter 1: Prologue]

Their relationship started like any other – a femme fatale and a tough guy stumbling upon each other and captivating one another with their charms. She was Rouge the Bat, a curvaceous young woman with teal eyes and a determined personality; he was Knuckles the Echidna, a fiery redhead with adventurous violet eyes.

Flirting came naturally to both of them, the party animals rarely without a man or woman by their side, and so it was only fitting that he initially laid his gaze on her under the purple lights of a bustling night club.

He occupied one end of the bar with his friends, a group consisting of long-time pal Sonic the Hedgehog; Tails Prower, who was finally old enough to drink; and Silver, a new addition to their squad. After ordering a round, the echidna spotted Rouge sitting alone at the other end of the bar.

He got the urge to approach her, but the club was too crowded to simply walk through the sea of patrons, and he was soon distracted by the beers getting passed to his group. When he looked her way again, she was gone. But he had captured her image in his mind, hoping to spot the beautiful bat again some other night.

The morning after, Knuckles left Sonic's crash pad in search of an ice cream parlor to cleanse his palate of the night-old booze. He saw her yet again, the breath-taking beauty standing to the side as she waited for her order; but she wasn't alone, enthralled in a conversation with a friend of her own.

The bold flirt thought about approaching her anyway, but realized he couldn't in his condition – a bit hungover and still stinking from the night before, he didn't want to risk rejection. So, he convinced himself that she would be around and he would get his chance.

Biding his time worked out for the echidna, eventually ending up in the same aisle as Rouge while grocery shopping. He watched the gorgeous woman search through band-aids for her preferred brand, then summed up the courage to talk to her.

After introducing himself, he brought up the night he'd seen her alone at the bar and confessed that she looked stunning; she reciprocated his interest, accepting when he asked her for a date. Later that night, he took her to a fancy Italian restaurant, justifying the cost as he was entranced by her striking wit and incredible looks.

It wasn't long before Knuckles fell in love with her, their whirlwind romance taking the couple through the stages of a relationship fairly quickly. When he inevitably proposed, Rouge excitedly said yes, the two blinded by an infatuation with each other that wouldn't last.

Their engagement spanned over the course of many months, Knuckles landing a lucrative position in a business career while Rouge continued working as a government agent. They lived together at Rouge's home most days, but the echidna kept an apartment closer to his workplace for long nights when the drive would be too exhausting.

Unfortunately, it also allowed him to keep a secret that would eventually destroy their relationship.

[sordidmusings]

I'm infamous in my friend groups for doing this, but I'm literally way too excited right now. Here's a little snippet of what I got cooking up for you! The treat's still baking in the oven and being periodically checked for errors as it's being made!

“Alright, alright, I fucked up there.” “Just there?” You joked, snickering as Yasopp sputtered. You playfully punched him in the arm. “I’m messin’ with ya, man. Though, we should probably change before we start stinking of more liquor than usual.” You were starting to move to head to the crew’s quarter’s fixating on changing out of your ale soaked shirt and shorts when you felt something drop onto your shoulders, the warm smile of your captain soon entering your vision. “Here, just use this for now. Why leave the party? No one’s gonna care much if you smell like booze!” Shanks laughed, looking at you with bright charcoal eyes filled with a carefree happiness. He stepped closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder and tugging you back towards the rest of the crew that you and Yasopp had stepped back from at your request. You wanted to have another bitching session with him over Shanks being stupidly attractive to you again, which your dear friend was always willing to do as he found your mumbled rants over your feelings to be rather funny. -🍶

SWEET SAKE HOW DARE YOU GET ME HYPE LIKE THIS HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITH SUCH EAGERNESS HUH 😭???

This is already so so good!! You’ve tapped right into my love of snappy dialogue/banter showing familiarity and intimacy. And to top that off you’re doing a great job of making it flow and sound natural here!! It’s so hard to make it not sound either canned or OOC. Also being besties with Yasopp is a need not a want, as is just being able to have fun with the Red Hairs 😩 my soul, she yearns 🤌

Also VERY excited to see what you have cooking for the implications of Shanks’ interruption and where it leads. Was he listening in to one of those bitching sessions about him being offensively attractive? (that mf and his cracked ass observation haki-) Did he interrupt cuz he was worried you’d scamper off for good, and he just can’t have that - you’re supposed to be within sight if you’re not within reach. Did he just want to et his kicks by seeing you walking around in his cloak? Does he really think this is gonna keep you from being sticky? This news and more coming soon-

I feel you SO much on sharing blurbs hehe I struggle with wanting to send them to everyone or post WIPs - the excitement is so hard to contain!! Especially if you’re in the middle of getting down a section that’s got you giddy.

This is already so lovely and I’m already so so happy!! Thank you 🫂 you taking your time to do this, especially apropos of nothing, means so much 🤍🤍🤍

And in uhhh unrelated stuff… do you have a favorite character or a group of them mayhaps 💀

[dylandunsmore]

A Dunsmore Thanksgiving

Set November 24th

Every year Thanksgiving comes around and the doors to Jack Dunsmore’s home are left unlocked for the strays to come in. His home is nothing flashy, but Southside has never worried about that. It wasn’t about the creaking floorboard and cracked window, it was about the people that pushed tables together with mismatched seats and filled the room with laughter and cheers; a found family mixed with orphans and those often disregarded. 

The door swings open to reveal a new face, whether they’re attending lunch or joining them much later in the day. Those who come for a feed, no plans of their own to scurry off to, find the kitchen, though small, is taken over by the youngest Dunsmore and Anderson; Dylan having roped DJ into the tradition she’d started years ago. Anyone who dares sneak an early bite faces the wrath of them, knowing all too well how quick it will go once it’s time to eat.

By 2pm the tables are crowded, everyone called to eat as dish after dish is brought out to sit along the odd tables. The roast sits in front of Jack as he calls the misfits to attention, shutting them all up with his bellowing tone. He takes a moment to thank all that came, call out jokes on those he knows and think of those who are no longer with them. Whilst he argues the chefs should handle the carving he takes the knife in hand, carving into the succulent meat, slicing enough to fill everyone’s plate. 

As some leave after lunch others linger, having nowhere else to be. Many come later, finding some leftovers to fill up on as they join in the various groups that have broken up throughout the house. There are the football watchers in front of the TV, smokers out back by the firepit, someone’s started a card game at the table with cash thrown in the middle. Music is playing somewhere and there’s kids running between the adults. People move from one group to another, catching up and making new friends. For one night the door stays unlocked, everyone in southside and those who call them friends are welcome in the Dunsmore household. It might not look like much from the outside, but it holds so much inside.

ooc: The Dunsmore household is available for anyone seeking a venue for Thanksgiving plots. There will be photos posted on the day for some inspiration on setting. 

Some points - there is only one bathroom, the house will be rather busy and loud at lunch then mellow out as it turns into more of a gathering, picking back up later in the day. Jack will fall asleep in his chair. Dunsmore siblings will be sneaking off later in the night to get high on the roof as tradition dictates. If anyone is caught purposely stealing or damaging Jack’s place they will have to deal with all the Dunsmore’s. You do not need to be a southsider to attend, but you should at least know someone attending to have heard about it otherwise. Bring your own booze if you want to drink. Kids are welcome, they can be put in a bed to sleep at any time. There is a backyard they can run around too but keep in mind the weather - dress according to that on the main (snow/winter).

[saturnsummer]

hi! i can’t believe i’m doing this, being cowardly and asking anonymously, which is so not like me, but i’m really not sure about the feedback i’ll get from this ask so here goes. i really hope you don’t take this the wrong way. i just don’t know who else to ask and among the authors i see in tumblr you’re the one with all the headcanons and looks into their characterization and all huhu.

i just noticed that in the majority of angst(y) aus, sol (a) is always the one who is constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, prioritising her family over hwi/not considering him her family, or ends up pushing hwi away and then the relationship turns out badly, and by badly meaning it ends. i understand the first one since that’s really been the case for the majority of what we get a glimpse of in her life. but i don’t understand the others and i want to understand because so many people are writing it that way, and i interpret it as: they see something i don’t. maybe there are things about her character that i can’t or perceive differently or my 21 year old brain lacks the wisdom for that i miss how it progresses to that. but since i’m too shy to interact with anyone i don’t have anyone to compare notes with, huhu. i don’t really understand the others them because:

she basically said she’ll root for him in his uncle’s place which isn’t something to be taken lightly, she knows the gravity of what she said and more than anyone else she knows what it feels like to have family leave you behind/alone and all (i hope u get what i mean here and that this is sufficient, it’ll get even longer if i add more explaining)

she has high EQ, she basically hit all the right spots in the before they uploaded the video part (if it wasn’t for assemblyman ko…) and this scene is also another example of number 3 where she ends up opening herself up to him again

she knows he understands her in a sense and has this certain level of trust towards him, it can be seen on how she told him about dan but not about anyone else, and even if hwi didn’t show up at that time it can also be seen that she somehow opens up to him in the drinking water as if its booze scene. I guess i just observed that in the instances where she takes the first step and tries to push him away, she rather ends up opening herself up to him.

hwi also has high EQ or at least towards sol (lmao) and combined with his high IQ and the fact that he understands her contributes to number 3

and not all of these scenes can be considered as “working out alright and happily and greatly” since there are challenges in them but somehow it never reaches to that degree :<

as i said i want to compare notes because i understand only a portion of where its based on. i’m not saying its ooc since there is a bedrock on where that could possibly come from, it’s just that i can’t comprehend how its probable to reach up to that degree based on my understanding of their characters huhu. if it is a writer’s thing though perhaps it’s most likely why i don’t understand since all i’ve ever done my whole life is read and not really the type that writes. huhu.

i’m really not complaining or insulting or saying anything bad about or offending the fics, honestly huhu. i just want to learn more about her character and i’m bad at saying things not bluntly :< i tried my best :<

also, if you’re not comfortable with answering posting the answer publicly but still considering to or want to answer my question (i’ve used tumblr for so long but don’t know how asks work) if know a way to kinda hide the ask but answer it and say you want me to dm you about it, i can :<

hello anon! thank you for this analysis that while lengthy, does give me a bit of insight!

I think all your points are valid! about why she’s the one that is the start of the angst, why she pushes him away and not the other way around! I completely get your meaning, and honestly i do see the things you are seeing too!

this is just my personal take on this and how i view sol as being the ‘start’ of angst, why aren’t there fics on joon being the ‘start’ of angst and all, so please do take this with a pinch of salt!

I’ve personally not written any headcanons/fics that are mainly angst centred yet, so I would have to draw on my understanding of sol and joonhwi as characters from law school.

for sol, she’s a big emotional girl. you could see from the way she argues in class, with her friends, with how she reacts all the time. she rides on emotions and uses her heart a little more than her brain. like the bad fama case, she couldn’t give up cause she was emotional about it. like you said, she has a high EQ!

a possible reason to the angst on her part is due to the emotions as well. being someone that follows her heart so closely, she’s easily affected by the people around her and swayed easily. it would make a little more sense for the angst to derive from her, maybe from feeling that she lacks the love for joon. or maybe, a certain incident and she breaks it off.

one other reason is her upbringing. we know that she has biological father that is different from her stepfather. we also know that it is implied that her biological father is not present in her life, and her stepfather is abusive to her mother. as such, this must have been hard on her. imagine growing up in a family far from perfect, would one believe in love? many cases, some say no. they have never seen a healthy relationship before, much less seen one grow in their eyes from young till adulthood. this is the same for sol too. she didn’t see a perfect family, she saw a broken family, no father figure and her mother who endured abuse. this ultimately might make sol think “why is there a need for love? will I end up like my parents? is joon going to leave me, like my biological father did?” it’s undeniable that she might have these thoughts in her mind. thus, it’s a more common catalyst of angst, in a breakup thinking she’s not good enough, or she’s not ready, or undeserving.

as such, most writers might maybe find it easier to draw on this aspect of sol as the angst starter. a short example of this would be in my ongoing “the fairytale you never had (would you believe again?)” fic and in my oneshots “worthy” !

however, I do wonder, “why isn’t joonhwi the one with angst? is sol the only messy one here?” quickly, I thought back to most of the scenes of joonhwi when he is troubled, confused or any sign of him showing emotions.

joonhwi can be an angst starter, but I think it drawn on less since it’s so hard to draw on. from the base line, we know he’s smart. we know he’s probably rich. we know his uncle is the closest person to him. we know his parents died. but all these are just facts, no emotions. in everything that joonhwi does, he does it out of compliance, law abiding, or of a moral code. very few instances does he act of emotions or show a raw side of him.

the only times we could see it would be when he’s confronting his uncle, or the moments with sol later on in the show. he rarely shows emotions, and it’s hard to understand him or his troubles when he doesn’t show many emotions and we don’t know enough about his life. we know he looks up to his uncle, but it’s impossible for him, an orphan, to not miss his parents or have his missing parents not play a role in his development.

thus, his angst would most probably derive from “can i trust her, even after this?”, “is she lying, to cover up something?”, “is sol really the sol I believe in? or was it an entire lie?” his angst would come from one of trust and not from emotions.

i would really love to give a full analysis, but im no good with this. you can always dm me on Twitter or tumblr and we can always have a chat on this! would love to draw from my fellow writer friends to pitch in on this too, since they are honestly better at the analysis. im just a free writer!

thank you anon for you query! do dm me on tumblr/twitter (whichever is comfortable!) and we can discuss more! i’ll keep your identity secret, no worries!

[marshmallowprotection]

Sorry to bring this topic back now, but I'm honestly glad to see you talking about the passport tequila(?) thing. I haven't read your passport post yet because I wanna avoid spoilers for the passport just in case I manage to get it one day (but it'll take a while till that happens, seeing Cheritz still isn't shipping to Finland and I still haven't got the bodypillow I ordered from them in May), but I've seen two pictures of some of its contents already. The second one a photoset of him and MC (which btw was seriously adorable and made me wanna get the passport immediately, man he's so cute) and the first one I saw was the doodle of Saeran being passed out.

My friend messaged me about it, also pretty devastated and disappointed that the artist had drawn something like that in the passport, completely forgetting his past and trauma with alcohol. Honestly, because it was the first ever thing I heard about the passport's contents and the first doodle I saw, I was really disappointed and felt hesitant about ever getting it. I went on a whole rant about it back then and then later started feeling like I overreacted a bit...

But not gonna lie, it kinda upset me too because it just seemed so OOC for him to do? You pretty much already put how I feel about it into words really well. I just don't think he'd drink alcohol, seeing that's pretty much where his trauma came from, and also when I think about the friends and mutuals I have who've had alcoholic parents and swore to never drink themselves thanks to that, and how Saeyoung doesn't wanna drink because of his mum and they share that trauma…

Then after talking about it with a few friends I began to think that hey, maybe he wanted to try it out once and already after ONE sip went "too bitter DX" and didn't want more. He likes sweet stuff anyway, even if he didn't have all the trauma, I doubt his sweet tooth would like the taste of alcohol. The first impression my friend and I got was that he was DRUNK, but nah, now he just looks like he's suffering because it was too bitter lol

But then I saw someone here mention that it might not even be an alcoholic drink (or that he passed out from the heat) and hey, I'm just gonna go ahead and headcanon that now, it was just way too bitter for him

In the end I do think that the artist who worked on that passport wasn't entirely aware of his past, which is a shame. Or just didn't think about it. I think someone told them to "make some cute and funny doodles of him" and they thought "hey drunk Saeran lol that could be funny and cute" without thinking about it more, and that's how the doodle became a thing

You’re still waiting for that? Jesus, I hope that the mail service is able to open up soon for your country and that it’s okay for them to ship things around. It’s been a while now, I would’ve thought that they might have been able to work around to get it to you! Well, precautions are precautions, and those are important when the world is like this but huh. Odd that it’s not working around yet. 

It really unsettled me when I saw it. I thought, “Okay, maybe it’s not actually just straight-up tequila or booze, I can rationalize this away as something else cause it’s really not okay to me.” I know someone said in the post that it’s on the Wiki that Saeran’s not a big fan of soda because it gives him headaches, and I know that feeling, so if one wants to think it’s soda, they can. It’s easy to say, well, it’d be possible that it’s the dry heat of the country and he’s flopped over from that after finally getting something chilled. 

It’s easier for me to rationalize it in that manner instead of saying that it’s alcohol even though it’s clearly intended to be seen as that. I’ve unfortunately got similar trauma and I see myself in the Choi boys. Do you know how rare it can be to find characters that are adults that don’t drink or aren’t invested in drinking culture as a whole? I’m fine with people enjoying their vices and doing things in moderation but—

I just cannot relate to it. I’m nearly 24 and I cannot stand even the smell of that stuff. It’s fine if you enjoy your wine or liquor or whatever, it just feels in such poor taste to draw out someone drinking that has made it very clear that they aren’t comfortable with drinking, and they shouldn’t have to explain out their trauma to have their feelings justified. The whole, “Just one sip, it won’t really hurt you,” is so toxic.

Can’t tell you how many times someone has told me that when I’ve made it very clear that I’m uncomfortable with that and I would rather chug dish soap than be subjected to booze. 

I’m proud of Saeran for how far he’s come in his AE. I sincerely am, emotionally he’s doing so much better and he’s working on himself, but I really don’t see him or his brother ever trying alcohol. There could be a point where maybe they just say, “What the hell did she even see in this? What do people even see in this stuff?” and they try one singular sip, and go: “Yeah, no, this isn’t the thing for me, no thanks.” 

I’m cool with that if that is what they choose to do. It’s their body, their trauma, and their choice. 

Saeyoung and Saeran have very clear trauma from Alcoholism. It’s made very clear from the both of them that they don’t drink. Seven notes that he’s about as straight-laced as they come when it means alcohol or smoking. Unknown can’t really be counted as a smoker, he literally used that as an excuse during the SE to contact Mint Eye. So, I’ve never read him as a smoker, either. It was a good excuse. Neither of them gets involved with addictive vices that are legal for you to use. 

I struggle with fanon content sometimes because I’ll find stories or imagines where the writer has shown Saeyoung or Saeran drinking, and I just have to nope out of that setting. It’s not cute or cheeky. I personally don’t answer any requests that involve the boys drinking because I’ve made my stance very clear on the subject and how I feel about depicting characters that do not want to drink and have made it known that they do not want to drink as drinking. The rest of the RFA? Sure, some of them drink occasionally, fairly in moderation, which is alright. 

The Passport itself is really cute, no spoilers, but that’s the only thing within its contents that made me uncomfortable. The rest of it was definitely worth what I paid for and it made me smile if that’s any comfort to you. It’s just that one little doodle that just... yeah, I think I would go with your theory on this one, and that being that the artist might not have known specifically about the brothers or what they’ve dealt with in their lives, and just went with a cute idea they had and it’s not really anything huge. 

It’s fine to drink and all, but it’s equally important to respect when someone says that they don’t want to do it. That is a personal choice, and I just wish more folks would consider Saeran and Saeyoung’s feelings on the matter since it’s been stated in the canon plenty, specifically by Saeyoung during his Routes events in the game, and you can infer from Saeran fairly easily given what he was subjected to in his life. 

TLDR; It’s fine to drink when you want to do it, and there’s nothing wrong with it in moderation; but, it’s important to respect that not everyone wants to drink or get involved with that sort of stuff. 

[gooberjay]

THE FREE-LANCER, T’SAAVI VANISS

The Basics ––– – Full name: T’saavi Vaniss Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo’te (Condor Tribe - T) Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 24 Nameday: 12th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon

Physical Appearance ––– – Hair: Black with golden streaks Eyes: Heterochromatic - one yellow/one red (caused by dragon’s blood) Height: 5'7" Build: Lean/Muscular Distinguishing Marks: Slight scars across her left cheek and nose. The singular red eye, which seems to glow faintly, and glows brighter when channeling her Dragon Sight. Common Accessories: Typically wears black clothing, form-fitting with gold jewelry, but rarely is ever out of armor.

Personal ––– – Profession: Dragoon, Free-Lancer, Skilled Smith, and Ocean Fisher. Hobbies: Storytelling, boozing, dueling, traveling, and fishing Languages: Common Eorzean, Seeker Tribe Dialects, some Pirates’ Cant, and some conversational Ishgardian. Residence: The Mists, Limsa Lominsa Birthplace: At sea, some miles off the coast of Limsa. Religion: Not terribly religious, but The Twelve and Seeker Tribe faiths  Patron Deity: Azeyma, The Warden

Relationships ––– - Children: None. Parents: Her mother, R’hurana Vaniss, who heads the Vaniss Fishery, and her father, T’vaniss Nunh, who died at the hands of his eldest son and brother to T’saavi. Siblings: T’saava, her older sister, and T’vanze, her older brother. The latter died at the hands of T’saavi in an act of revenge for her father. Other Relatives: R’haja Taiga, her distant Hingan cousin, and T’vordras Tia, her uncle and Ala Mhigan Resistance Fighter. She is also a ward of House DiLouvre of Ishgard, formerly under the tutelage of Lord Thiobert DiLouvre before his death at the hands at Ashardalon, one of Nidhogg’s dark brood, and now headed by Lady Renee DiLouvre. Pets: Less a pet and more of an occasional companion, a Moogle of the Churning Mists by the name of Puerco. Also occasionally accompanied by a dragonling named Fleur. 

Traits ––– - Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between /  Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess Drugs:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess Alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

RP Hooks ––– –

► Limsa Lominsa and The Maelstrom: T’saavi’s home - for better and worse - and where both the embrace of family and the shadow of obligation lie. She briefly served with the Maelstrom during the battles against Garlemald in the liberation of Ala Mhigo and Doma. She did -not- particularly enjoy it, however, feeling tied down to strict military roles (even if she was a leading captain!) and having to fight in vicious battles such as the Ghimlyt Dark. Still, she is loyal to the sails and seas of Limsa, and holds Merlwyb in high regard and respect, even if she finds her overbearing and demanding at times. You may know her from her Maelstrom service, or perhaps know of the Vaniss Fishery, and the tragedy that befell it mere weeks before the Seventh Umbral Calamity...

► The Wailing Barracks: Where here journey began, amidst the Twelveswood in Old Gridania. If you were - or are - an aspiring lancer, you may come across her in occasional visits, and if you’re learning, she may even provide you a helpful tip or two! Granted, one of those tips might be the tip of her lance in a lopsided spar... ► Ishgard and the Dragoons: The pinnacle of her journey, where T’saavi the Lancer became T’saavi, the Dragoon, under the tutelage of Lord Thiobert DiLouvre of Ishgard. She will often visit the snow-driven lands of Coerthas to reflect on her journey - perhaps an odd choice for a Seeker of the Sun - and catch up with the DiLouvre family, now led by Thiobert’s wife, Renee, while their young son eventually grows into the role. You may know of her brief service to Ishgard in the waning days of the Dragonsong War, or perhaps know of House DiLouvre and their personal war with one of Nidhogg’s brood, the wicked Ashardalon... ► Adventuring and “Free-Lancing”: Having trouble with some ferocious creatures or scheming ne’er-do-wells? Need to hire a good blade? Why not hire a lance! A free-lance, if you will! Better yet, if you’re tackling a tall task and need someone to swoop in at the last second to hog the glory, T’saavi just might be your Dragoon... ► “Magitek? The Seven Hells is that?”: T’saavi is slowly becoming more technology literate...slowly. If you’re a magitek engineer of any note, you might have a curious miqo’te asking about how most anything works... ► The Odd-Jobs of Ul’dah: Before she became a Free-Lancer, she freelanced around Ul’dah to buy passage to Gridania and start her adventuring proper. You might have seen this enterprising miqo’te - with longer hair at the time - going about and doing odd work for merchants, monetarists, and mercenaries alike!

► A Foodie of Eorzea: T’saavi has recently taken to a new adventure: bar-hopping and perusing new restaurants in search of good meals and better company across Eorzea. If you run a cafe, bar, restaurant, or other eatery establishments, then T’saavi wants a seat at your table and a look at your menu!

Contact/OOC Information  ––– –

Chill 21+ player with occasional workdays (reduced a bit due to current pandemic shenanigans) and who bounces between FFXIV and WoW, among other games.

I’m looking to meet: Most anybody, really. Fellow dragoons/lancers are a plus, as well as anyone with a thirst for adventure and a good cup of ale!

What I want to write: Okay with most themes, ranging from benign to mature, and especially into adventure/spelunking, socializing, and taking on powerful foes to test her skills and might! Worth noting: T’saavi is pretty friendly once you get to know her, but she can be all business on the battlefield, and that might be both a good and bad thing. Good in that she is reliable and a strong ally in a tough fight. Bad in that she’s a lone wolf a lot of the time, and will try to direct the flow of battle, even against the strategies of others. She’s not afraid to butt heads, but generally, is both serviceable and somewhat loyal to a cause.

(( prompt borrowed from @avablackstone and also tagging @mooglemeet and @crystalxivrp! Am a former Mateus RPer on Goblin to hang out with my RL friends in their FC. ))

(( ADDENDUM: I meant to post this to @tsaavivaniss aaaaaaa fug pls visit and follow that page for future T’saavi blurbs ))

[selectedhq]

there’s  a  huff  ,  a  stomp  of  heels  against  the  wooden  floor  &  the  creak  of  the  door  opening  to  show  the  beautiful  tahani  ,  although  her  expression ��filled  with  anger  at  the  interruption  that  she  knew  was  going  to  be  happening  -  although  not  this  soon  .

‘‘  about  forking  time  .  michael  called  us  twenty  minutes  ago  ,  tahani  .  ’’  that  damned  shellstrop  having  to  put  in  her  town  cents  ,  as  if  tahani  hadn’t  been  aware  of  what  had  been  sent  to  her  &  when  it  had  been  sent  .  crossing  the  floor  to  sit  at  the  circle  desk  that  was  in  michael’s  office  ,  folding  her  hands  in  a  womanly  manner  on  top  of  the  table  .  ‘‘  i  am  more  than  aware  of  my  needed  presence  ,  although  i  hope  that  this  is  bloody  important  because  my  party  is  finally  not  a  disaster  &  i  would  like  to  enjoy  it  .  ’’  she  said  in  a  matter  of  fact  voice  .

‘‘  very  well  -  kimmy  ,  please  track  the  minutes  for  this  meeting  &  save  them  in  the  meetings  file  on  the  log  .  ’’  michael  commented  as  he  opened  up  his  books  ,  looking  towards  his  fellow  architects  .

december  31st  ,  11:30  pm  .  meeting  about  the  southside  opening  &  glitches  in  the  universe  .

michael  :  the  southside  has  just  a  few  more  finishing  touches  on  some  buildings  ,  although  it  is  no  longer  off  limits  .  the  sinkhole  has  also  been  taken  care  of  in  the  northside  -  school  will  begin  once  again  .  the  southside  still  is  finding  it’s  feel  ,  therefore  at  the  moment  it  will  be  dedicated  to  artwork  and  a  few  shopping  malls  .

eleanor  :  don’t  we  have  enough  shopping  malls  ?  oh  -----  what  about  a  bowling  alley  ?  we  could  even  hire  a  few  people  to  pretend  to  be  the  pins  .

chidi  :  that  is  extremely  unethical  ,  eleanor  .

michael  :  off  topic  .  the  glitches  have  gotten  the  attention  of  many  people  within  the  good  place  .  betty  cooper  being  one  them  ,  along  with  some  stragglers  who  want  to  act  cool  .  jessica  hamby  ,  anakin  skywalker  ,  dallas  winston  ----

jason  :  not  to  step  on  your  toes  ,  but  if  there  was  a  sinkhole  back  in  florida  i’d  wanna  check  it  out  .

eleanor  :  you  also  have  a  previous  vampire  ,  gang  member  &  evil  alien  on  that  list  .

tahani  :  i  doubt  he  was  an  actual  alien  ,  eleanor

michael  :  again  ,  off  topic  .  bowling  alley  is  a  wonderful  idea  ,  although  there  will  be  no  torturing  .  there  are  actual  good  people  here  to  balance  ,  you  were  aware  of  this  upon  making  the  good  place  .  elizabeth  march  ,  peter  parker  ,  what  about  that  luke  patterson  guy  ?  we  can’t  be  causing  harm  to  those  that  belong  here  .

chidi  :  still  ,  unethical  .  everyone  should  be  aware  of  their  duties  here  .

jason  :  what  are  their  duties  here  ?

eleanor  :  did  you  pay  any  attention  to  the  first  meeting  ,  jason  ?

michael  :  they  will  get  to  know  their  duties  in  due  time  ,  fellow  architects  .  we  have  yet  to  work  out  the  kinks  &  make  sure  that  everyone  is  comfortable  in  their  new  life  .  those  that  do  not  believe  they  belong  here  ,  have  to  understand  that  they  are  here  for  a  reason  before  we  openly  explain  their  duties  here  in  the  good  place  -  especially  when  it  comes  to  certain  people  that  love  to  defy  rules  .

tahani  :  very  well  ,  is  that  all  ?  i’m  sure  that  the  bar  is  getting  low  in  stock  &  when  i  left  ,  there  were  two  males  attempting  to  sing  karaoke  without  a  karaoke  box  &  that  is  far  from  allowed  at  my  elegant  party  .

michael  :  i  suppose  .  although  we  will  have  to  meet  later  in  the  week  ,  making  sure  that  we  begin  to  plan  out  more  things  for  the  south  side  .

kimmy  smiled  &  poked  her  nose  ,  allowing  the  members  to  know  that  they  were  free  to  speak  without  having  to  worry  about  being  put  on  the  notes  that  were  saved  in  the  meetings  file  .  jason  was  the  first  to  talk  ,  leaning  back  in  his  seat  to  play  with  the  strings  to  his  hat  -  a  hat  that  was  definitely  not  necessary  .  ‘‘  i’ve  been  quite  bored  of  what’s  going  on  around  here  .  i  thought  i  signed  up  for  some  entertainment  ,  dude  .  ’’  he  stated  ,  poking  michael  under  the  table  with  his  toe  .  ‘‘  do  not  touch  me  ,  jason  .  ’’  michael  said  quickly  ,  packing  up  his  things  .  

eleanor  was  already  beginning  to  make  her  way  back  down  to  the  party  ,  tahani  by  her  side  ,  as  if  eleanor  was  going  to  miss  out  on  more  free  booze  .  chidi  is  found  moving  back  &  forth  in  the  room  ,  hands  in  his  pockets  as  he  bites  his  tongue  for  as  long  as  he  can  .  ‘‘  ethically  speaking  ---  ’’  but  he’s  cut  off  by  jason’s  groan  ,  soon  a  foot  stomping  on  the  floor  with  a  dramatic  nature  .  ‘‘  dude  ,  this  ethnically  bullshirt  is  just  getting  on  everyone’s  nerves  .  we’re  babysitting  dead  people  &  they  aren’t  even  zombies  .  ’’  

an  eye  roll  ,  michael  leaves  the  last  two  architects  in  the  office  ,  the  silence  hitting  them  both  .  the  close  is  dangerously  close  to  midnight  as  the  pair  begin  their  argument  .  jason  wanting  to  team  with  eleanor  to  torture  some  of  the  residents  while  chidi  is  drowning  him  out  with  ethical  purposes  &  statements  that  jason  could  barely  follow  from  the  large  words  that  were  being  thrown  at  him  .  

‘‘  come  on  dude  ----  i  mean  ,  listen  ---  hear  me  out  !  not  actual  torture  ,  like  emotional  turmoil  ---  like  when  you  have  to  make  a  decision  .  ’’  jason  suggested  ,  leaning  on  the  desk  .  ‘‘  that’s  just  rude  ,  it  is  not  my  fault  that  i  must  weigh  all  my  option  before  i  begin  to  think  of  a  dedicated  decision  .  ’’  chidi  stated  ,  hearing  the  clock  ticking  .  they  were  only  a  few  minutes  away  from  midnight  &  tahani  was  going  to  have  both  him  &  jason  thrown  out  of  the  good  place  if  they  were  not  there  for  the  new  year  .  ‘‘  i  mean  ,  there  was  this  one  time  ,  that  i  had  a  dream  that  i  made  it  really  big  in  florida  .  like  everyone  was  yellin’  my  name  ,  right  man  ?  then  i  woke  up  &  people  were  only  yelling  my  name  because  they  thought  i  was  dead  with  how  still  i  was  .  kind  of  depressing  .  i  mean  ----  dude  ,  we  could  fork  with  their  memories  .  ’’

right  then  ,  a  loud  boom  echoed  in  the  good  place  ,  a  very  slight  shift  in  the  ground  &  it’s  chidi’s  eyes  that  give  away  when  happened  -  jason’s  hand  resting  on  the  button  .  the  button  only  michael  was  supposed  to  touch  .  ‘‘  ah  -----------  shirt  .  ’’  he  muttered  ,  looking  up  at  chidi  with  an  innocent  smile  .

ooc  information

the  event  is  now  over  !  although  we’re  perfectly  okay  if  you  need  to  continue  those  threads  .  there  is  no  stop  date  for  these  threads  ,  just  please  tag  accordingly  &  do  not  make  any  new  starters  (  closed  or  open  )

the  purpose  of  this  plotdrop  is  :  while  jason  was  talking  about  a  good  memory  that  turned  sour  upon  waking  up  ,  his  hand  was  on  the  ‘  idea  alert  ’  button  .  your  characters  best  memory  will  now  be  edited  in  their  mind  to  be  their  absolute  worst  memory  .

who  would  we  be  as  a  multifandom  rp  if  we  didn’t  fuck  with  memories  ?

your  characters  memory  would  have  changed  during  their  time  sleeping  ,  having  the  good  memory  as  their  dream  only  to  wake  up  &  realize  that  it  was  just  that  ----  a  dream  .  causing  them  to  have  the  fake  memories  that  begin  to  take  over  the  good  memory  .

you  can  pick  any  good  memory  ,  including  the  best  memory  used  from  the  questionnaire  or  a  memory  that  caused  them  to  be  how  they  are  .

example  :  beck  best  memory  was  the  beginning  of  her  career  after  her  book  about  peach  -  she’s  going  to  wake  up  &  believe  that  she  never  got  to  be  a  writer  because  no  one  took  on  her  book  .

now  ,  your  character  may  accept  these  memories  or  they  may  challenge  them  -  believing  that  there  once  was  a  good  memory  in  its  place  .

this  can  be  played  out  in  threads  ,  memes  ,  headcanon  posts  or  even  a  closed  self  para  !

the  southside  is  also  open  ,  it  is  more  recreational  &  if  you  ask  for  something  to  be  put  in  the  southside  ,  it  will  appear  within  a  few  hours  once  kimmy  is  given  the  information  .  

school  is  back  in  session  ,  if  you  would  like  to  join  -  kimmy  has  the  outline  of  each  class  if  you  would  like  to  ask  her  anything  .

if  you  have  questions  -  don’t  hesitate  to  ask  !

[gildedhq]

BIENVENIDO A IBIZA!

Nobody knows how it all started: perhaps with a whisper, a joke gone too far, a playful suggestion taken too seriously—but whispered fantasies soon begin to materialise, and soon preparations were made. After dinner is over, a plane is chartered and all those willing to escape into the night were invited to meet on a private hangar somewhere in Rome Ciampino. Free from the shackles of a formal event, and away from the leering eyes of those who would otherwise disapprove, adventurous members and initiates alike seemingly meet each other anew once more. And as the sun starts setting on Rome, the chartered jet finally takes off, bringing with it a crew of hedonists and libertines with more money than they knew what to do with and all the world as their oyster to pluck. 

THE SOCIETY ESCAPES TO IBIZA.

As their plane lands on Ibiza, glittering turquoise waves and picture-perfect white sand beaches welcome them in all their glory. A member-exclusive five-star hotel and resort had been cleared out for their perusal through the generosity of one Felix Salamanca, using his influence (and money) as if to seemingly endear himself to the members in a show of goodwill. Elsewhere, Oliver Vaga was put in charge of the booze, bolstering the rather impressive selection that the resort already has while entertainment of a more lewd sort was seemingly spoken for by the Duchess of Norfolk. In other places still, in the dark corners and in spots you’d only know if you’re in the know, illicit substances gets traded and given away like candy, spoken for by the heir to the Duchies of Escalona and Frìas. The beach is also populated by the faces of people who walk through catwalks and the like, all of them seemingly familiar with Milo Baptiste, who receives them with the traditional European cheek kisses and a warm smile. Everywhere one looks, some place or location seems to be filled to the brim with the promise of a good time, all dancing to the beat of a DJ invited last minute by the Princess von Thurn und Taxis. This is no formal dinner party, and they are in Rome no longer. Instead, they are unleashed, wild and free, into the night and the welcoming embrace of Ibiza.

THE IBIZA BEACH PARTY.

Pop-up bars: Here, the drinks are free-flowing and endless; but they serve no mere middling fare here. Instead, Ace of Spades and Dom Pérignon bottles are passed around from one hand to another, the fount from which they come from seemingly a gift that keeps on giving. Bartenders are on standby, ready to assist with the creation of any cocktail that one’s heart desires. 

Fire performers and fire shows: As the darkness of night descends, luminous fires are set which dazzle all those who see it. Golden-orange flames dance like spiders in the dark night, bodies contorting in graceful movements, burning embers falling down performers' throats for the sole purpose of entertainment of those who watch. For the brave and daring, the dancers may even come close and dance with them, drawing excitement and adrenaline.

Chartering a yacht: As evening slips into night slips into early morning, those who still have the energy to carry on find themselves congregating into one place. It starts out like how this whole escapade starts out: a joke met with laughter before a certain enterprising someone says why not? Before they know it, they charter a superyacht and begin sailing into the seas, floating on until the light of the dawn catches them at long last.

THE OLD VANGUARD REACTS.

In the morning after, blurry pictures get posted in middling gossip sites and sites dedicated to tracking the activities of royals and nobility alike. While the pictures are by no means damning—simply showcasing a night of carefree, liquor-filled fun and nothing more scandalous than that—it is more than clear to society members with a hawkish eye where the other members and initiates have gone to after dinner. While some of them have been made aware of the party to Ibiza, some of them still have fallen prey to the embrace of sleep never knowing of such developments. While a few are amused at such antics, some still are outraged at such actions. Yet as they all depart one by one from Rome, their purpose here fulfilled, it seems as if there is no choice but to stew in their anger—unless they have the initiative to contact other members by themselves.

OOC NOTE.

We now have the second-parter to Gilded’s first event! Just to recap: this event is optional, so if you don’t see your character joining in on the party, please don’t feel at all pressured to make them join in! You are all also free to continue on existing threads and the like, should you so wish, so there is also no pressure to wrap them up or even drop them. Think of this event as less of a requirement and more like an add-on to the first one. For the purposes of this event, you are free to write your character as either having been invited and turned down the invitation or having been snubbed, whichever works best for your character! 

Otherwise, however, please feel free to post starters, edits, playlists, and other stuff related to the event with the tag gilded:ibiza. There will be no restrictions on setting character interactions, as your character may or may not have attended the Ibiza Beach Party, so feel free to set your starters whenever and wherever!

————— THIS EVENT WILL RUN FOR ONE WEEK FROM  [ 28TH OF APRIL 4PM GMT / 12NN EASTERN ]  TO  [ 5TH OF MAY 4PM GMT / 12NN EASTERN ]

[romera-rp]

Come one, come all to the glorious days o’ pumpkins! To continue the joviality of the end of summer, the unofficial period of silliness and merrymaking across Hegaehend has been dubbed “The Pumpkin Days.” Throughout the country there will be Autumnal themed activities for you to participate in to your hearts desire. Do you like pumpkins? Fire colored nature? Long nights sitting by a campfire? Cinnamon? Alcoholic and non-alcoholic apple juice? How about woolen sweaters? If not, then this will be an aggravating time for you. 

IN CHARACTER DETAILS

This event will take place from 1st October to 12th October and your threads may take place anywhere and anytime during those dates. Like the Autumn Equinox festival, this is a time of calm and happiness when the war seems like a far-off dream and no danger could possibly be lurking around the corner. Below there are activities in which your character can participate in, witness, or completely scorn and ignore. 

ACTIVITIES

Pumpkin Boat Racing

Head over to Pineridge for their annual pumpkin boat racing. Join an existing armada (the Hegaehend archers, knights, and clerics all have their own teams) or form your own in an attempt to carve and decorate the best giant pumpkin boat the country has ever seen! Perhaps you just want to watch and cheer on your favourites in which case apple cider, honey mead, and pumpkin-themed foods will be served throughout the vicinity. Midday, many times throughout the month, when the sun is highest, all those who have entered in the race will row their pumpkin boat down the river just north of Pineridge to the finish line. The first there wins 25gp and a handknit sweater with a pumpkin on it. 

Zombie Kitten Curing

No kittens were harmed in the making of the zombie kittens. Instead there has been an overabundance in new kitten litters in Khaggon and in an effort to redistribute the population of felines, many shops owners, farmers, and citizens who do not want twelve cats have come together to offer this adoption event. You are put in a small arena near Tarjtier Farmer’s Market full of lively kittens who have been colored green. Some, like the white kittens and tabbies, are remarkably green while the black and grey kittens are more murky. If you manage to catch a kitten (three animal handling rolls above 18) you have the option to adopt the kitten. Please note, it not advisable for those without a permanent residence to adopt. 

Tommen Haus’ Haunted House

Someplace intriguing and odd in Khaggon there is an old house. It is a fancy house. It’s an agéd house. And for this month only, it’s a haunted house! Step right up, step right up to Tommen Haus’ Haunted House. Inside you will find aberrations (stuffed), ghouls (fake), nightmares beyond your very own nightmares (rented), and all manner of goo and gore and grit and also glitter (available for purchase at the gift shop at the end). So brave adventurer, will you step foot into Tommen Haus’ horror mansion? Entrance is 15cp and at the end of the month the house will be put up for purchase (decorations not included).

Ghost Hunting

Have you ever noticed bloodied movement out of the corner of your eye in Khaggon’s fight club? Movement too smooth or too stilted to truly be alive? Or perhaps deep in the archives of the Academy of the Arcane… sometimes the library stacks become oddly cold, don’t you think? No one can prove that ghosts aren’t voyeurs and the spooks of La Roche Moussue, the Runswick bathhouse, definitely are. Maybe they’re disgruntled patrons? Perhaps they slipped on the bubbles. The Blackmore Lady, an abandoned ship in Arx’s Whale Water port, creaks and shrieks and howls with the best of them! If there are ghosts to be found anywhere, it’d be that loud, obnoxious boat. Oh, and the entirety of Myrefall is just… well, you know. 

Lord Horcryn’s Autumnal Bonanza

If you luck out and receive an invitation, head over to join the spooky, saucy, severely salacious parties of Lord Horcryn at the Heartfire Quarter in Runswick. Parties will take place all night 5th October and 12th October. All the alcohol possible will be served alongside phenomenal and amazing delicacies. The company will be sparkling, the booze spilling, and anything that can be pumpkin shaped will be pumpkin shaped. Spare bedrooms are in abundance in the large manor for anyone with desire to get more private during the evening. Unfortunately, these private rooms are not pumpkin shaped. 

Lord Horcryn is also looking for a new host. His normal host, Mapel Simsees, hasn’t shown up for work in several days. He’s reported her missing, and prays she’ll return, but in the meantime needs help.

OOC DETAILS FOR ACTIVITIES

While this event will in canon take place between 1st October to 12th October, but you do not need to end your threads come 12th October. 

There will be a second event dropping on that day and that event will run until 9th November. 

You’re welcome to continue your Pumpkin Days threads until then as well. 

Feel free to continue your storylines throughout this event, however, if you plan on having event-independent threads taking place, but wish to participate in the second event, don’t have them take place after October 12th. This will become clear later, but any threads will be in conflict with the event if you take part. 

Make sure you tag your posts with romevent as well as “Pumpkin Days.” 

CONTESTS

Here’s a fun chance to win something from Periwinkleton’s Keep of Shops regardless of your accumulated points! Head on over to Isla’s favourite place anytime during the month of October for a chance to win something fantabulous, miraculous, funky, ridiculous, maybe helpful, and random! 

Isla Periwinkleton’s First Annual Pumpkin Carving Contest

Note: Carved squash are also permissible. Free candy to all that participate. Enter your carved pumpkin masterpiece for a chance to win a random item (except for real estate) from Periwinkleton’s Keep of Shops!

No need to get an actual pumpkin or squash unless you want to. This can be a doodle of a Jack o’ Lantern on a sticky note, a full blown portrait of a pumpkin, a pixel art rendition of a seasonal squash, or really anything squash-like and also “carved.” The goal is for the dash to be covered in mismatched pumpkin art. 

You may make as many as you like, but only the first submission will be counted towards the contest. 

To keep it totally mysterious, the item is not currently in stock.

Suri Schneider’s Costume Contest

Come garbed in your loveliest lace, your cookiest couture, and you’re most likeable lingerie—wait, no, don’t do that… Unless it’s halloween themed in which case by all means. Enter for a chance to win a breathtakingly constructed mystery item from Suri Schneider’s garment shop Fine Fineries & Great Garments. (Written by Felipe at the behest of Suri.)

Post what your character would wear for Halloween! This can be what they would be in Romera, meaning more fantasy and medieval based costumes, and/or can be a more modern rendition.

These posts are like the outfit posts we did for the Masyarakat Ball. 

To keep it totally mysterious, the item is not currently in stock.

Felipe’s Fantabulous Flambé Trick Bounty: Open to all.

Play a lovely little tricksy-wicksy on a friend, foe, or fiend and write-in to Felipe’s shop with the glorious and gloomy details for a chance to win a mystery item from Felipe’s joke shop.

This entry can be a drabble/self-para about your character playing a prank or trick on someone or a thread between two or more people playing a prank/pranking one another. 

Everyone involved in a thread will have a submission counted towards the contest.

To keep it totally mysterious, the item is not currently in stock.

Please note that nothing is flambed unless you make it so, Felipe just ran out of ‘F’ words for the title.

OOC DETAILS FOR CONTESTS

You can participate in each contest as many times as you like, but only your first submission will be counted. 

You may also enter in all of the contests, but cannot win more than one of them. 

You have until 31st October to enter and at the end of the month all of the entries will be counted and the winner shall be announced on the Keep of Shop’s page by the respective shop owner.

In order to enter, please submit to the Keep blog with a link to your submission post just like you would your weekly points. These don’t need to be in character, but feel free to do so in character.

Remember to tag your submissions with the appropriate contest name. As an example, if Efrain enters the costume contest, his entry post will be tagged with: “romevent,” and “Suri Schneider’s Costume Contest.”

EXTRA WAYS TO EARN POINTS THIS OCTOBER

10gp - Participate in any or all of the contests. Receive the reward for each one you enter.

20 gp - Write a self-para about your character getting frightened, either through true trauma or a from spider appearing next to them and giving them the willies. 

20gp -Write a self-para or do a thread involving the Missing Persons Warnings.

30 gp - Go ghost hunting! Or… get ghost hunted.

15gp - Participate in the kitten competition or the pumpkin boat races either in a self-para or in a thread with someone also participating. 

30gp - Attend one of Lord Horcryn’s parties either as a guest or an employee. (Runswick)

20gp - Take a wander through Tommen Haus’ Haunted House with a friend or several. (Khaggon)

[ohlukcs]

( alex wolff, male ) did you hear how LUKAS TOZER is applying to columbia university as a FILM & MEDIA STUDIES major ?! the 19 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + PASSIONATE and +THOUGHTFUL, but honestly i think HE can be -ASSUMING and -CYNICAL. they’re a real MAVERICK. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.

about the mun !!

hi hello my name is sam (she/her), im 22, and im a big fat mess at all times :) um but a lil more about me is that i’m australian and a recently graduated film student lmao. i’ve been rping for like ten years now i think idk but i am a NERVOUS BITCH !!!!!!! and it sometimes takes me forever to reply to things (ic and ooc) bc of that so pls be patient with me lmao. anyway, happy 2 be here !! if u like this post i’m gonna assume u wanna plot with me and my idiot and hit u up !!! lets mcfreakin lose it !!!!

about lukas !!

full name: lukas joshua tozer

nickname(s): luk-ass idk whatever u can come up with lmao

age: nineteen

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

hometown: jackson, new jersey

date of birth: nov 4th

occupation: student ( film and media studies, sophomore ), cook/server at a nearby 24hr pizza joint

relationship status: single

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

faceclaim: alex wolff

positive traits: passionate, thoughtful, creative, ambitious, untethered, humorous

negative traits: assuming, cynical, insensitive, rebellious, resentful, irresponsible

if he was in a hogwarts house: slytherin

now some more dot points that are just me talking about lukas !!

was born in fort lauderdale florida but there is a vERY low chance he will ever admit that, he’ll just say he’s from new jersey. as far as he’s concerned, he’s always been from new jersey even if his family did move there after he turned twelve

speaking of things lukas probably wont ever tell u but i’m including them anyway: his family is kind of messy. not majorly but like a little bit more than average. he had two brothers, now he only has one. i’m not gonna include a whole lot of nitty gritty here i’ll save it for when i write the real bio and can actually do it justice but its the reason they moved from florida and it has had a pretty major effect on lukas over time obviously

he’s the baby of the family and he’s pretty much always been treated like one. it has left him pretty immature and irresponsible. still learning that his actions have consequences and that he cant just be a total dick all the time. he’s improved in those areas a fair bit since he started at columbia a year ago but he still has a long way to go

he didn’t ever really expect to go to columbia, he’s from a middle class family and his dad didn’t even go to college. he applied for columbia just as a might as well give it a go thing. like maybe it will happen. they had a film course and although the course itself isn’t really great, the connections to the industry available at columbia were valuable enough for him to try. he was wait listed up until basically the last minute, preparing to go to a college in boston instead but when he was accepted he knew he had to go. for himself, for his family, and for his lost brother.

obviously irresponsible attitude has led to some Bad Decision Making including but not limited to partying and drugs. he doesn’t prioritise that lifestyle over his school work (bc he knows how lucky he is to be at columbia at all) but he is a big believer that you need to experience things to be a great artist and he plans on being the greatest artist so bad decision town here we come !!!!

he has a pet goldfish named michael bublé pls dont nark

for more info on him click here to check his about page, no bio there yet but hopefully soon

wanted connections babey !!

course friends/rivals/anything: i am writing these before acceptances happen so i have no good god damn idea if any other characters are film majors but hit me the hell up if they are bc i would love to plot some stuff out

old roommate(s) : lukas was probably an entertaining roommate but probably verged on annoying pretty easily. he’s messy, gross, probably didn’t respect the do ur fucking dishes rule in first year ( probs still doesnt tbh ). but he also has a password to every streaming account plus a phat hard drive full of movies and shows that he is absolutely willing to share with u so just depends what ur into i guess. maybe this connection led to friendship or maybe they hate each other now. im down for either/both 

dealer: hi welcome back to bad decision town. lukas isn’t into any hard stuff but is a big weed smoker (to my understanding medicinal cannabis is allowed but lukas def doesn’t have a prescription), then after that it’s kind of just experimenting. will chat more details if u wanna take this connection

booze leachers: so yes lukas is 19 but he has four, thats right, four fake ids. he is not willing to give u his contact for fake ids but he is willing to buy u booze if u pay him. dont hate the player hate the game

gang gang: pretty much just a close group of friends. i imagine all pretty relaxed, all pretty chill. idk what to say here except i want people to care about him and let him put on dumb movies and watch them with him and probably have dumb matching stick and poke tattoos and hog a communal tv to play mario kart but lets talk about it

fast food workers deserve respect too: as mentioned, lukas works at a 24hr pizza joint near campus which means he’s seen some shit. one of the things he’s seen multiple times is drunk student trashing the place. whether it be vomit, forgetting how to hold a cup, or bet try at a food fight lukas has seen it and he’s cleaned it up too. this connection could be that maybe he helped someone out and cleaned them up and got them back to campus when their friends ditched and now they look out for lukas too and its a positive connection. or maybe lukas hates their guts and spits on their food whenever they show up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who’s to say

hot girl bummer by blackbear: now listen here’s an angsty connection i want, and i def want to plot it out way more with whoever takes it on but basic outline of what i have in mind: they’ve kind of sort of been dating for a while but they’re just falling out of whatever they had to begin with. they were never official, they probs def fucked around with other people while they were ““““together”””””, lots of oh sorry ur taking it so seriously i thought we were just chilling bullshit. all of this girls friends probs hate lukas and he definitely hates them back. were probably once really good friends and had a really good time together but they’ve lost it. will they find it again or will it fizzle out? lets find out together xoxo

new girl(s) : i hate the connection title too but i couldnt think of anything better. we’re in bad decision town and now we’re going to thot street babey. since things have been falling apart with hot girl bummer and even before that lukas a little bit of a thottie. this doesnt mean he’s good at it, please also feel free for a part of this to be that they rejected lukas and he got butt hurt about it idk lukas being attracted to them is basically this whole idea and i would wanna plot the rest of it more depending on specific characters wooo

lukas is a bad influence: if u have gotten this far u may have noticed that lukas is not a very good influence at all. this is someone probs his age or younger that wants to loosen up and have a good time and lukas completely encourages that. bonus points if this connection is a combo with the above connection bc lukas is a gross boi and would be like wow listening to my bad ideas thats so sexy and cool of u ya know. but also doesnt have to be that ! could just be lukas thinks its funny and thinks that someone listening to him is just like good content that could get him on barstool

lukas is badly influenced: this is basic as hell but someone that tells him to leave his impluse control at the door and encourages him to be trash. probs older than him and i def see this as more of a masc connection than a fem but like all my plot ideas: lets talk about it. this one probs v much depends on ur character so gonna leave this one nice and short

lukas is good-ly (??????) influenced: also basic as hell and p much just the opposite of above. someone who is a good influence on lukas. encourages creativity and ambition instead of straight up recklessness. again, i see it as an older character but no gender seen here. a lot of this would be based around ur character so lets chat

michael bublé’s co parents: lukas has a goldfish named michael bublé (or just michael), i picture him having got it while high as heck during the day and just being like This Is A Good Idea. maybe ur character was with him and they were co parents from the start or maybbe they came into the picture later ??? i’m honestly down for whichever just give michael the love he deserves pls

and probably just about anything else these are just some ideas, i totally wanna plot further and brainstorm so please still hmu if none of these fit ur character we’ll plot something up !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mythicamagic]

Macaria - Chapter One

Sesskag fic

Post-apocalypse AU. Human women were all but wiped out when the demons took over. What few remain have gone into hiding or concealed their true gender. When Kagome hears news of an orphaned little girl, she'll stop at nothing to protect her from the dangers of the world- including the city of demons and the infamous Killing Perfection. But is he friend or foe? 

I’ll only be posting the first chapter of this fic on tumblr, the rest can be found on my Ao3, Fanfiction.Net or Dokuga accounts via the same username.

Warning: This fic will contain dark themes (as I'm sure you've guessed since reading the summery.) So yes, there will be rape, allusions to sexual assault and general apocalypse grim stuff. If you are easily triggered by rape or allusions to rape, I suggest not reading this. A warning will be placed at the start of each chapter if they contain sensitive material.

One thing I will spoil right off the bat is to say that Rin won't be the victim of this. I don't really care if that kills any suspense, I just don't want you guys worrying about if I'll write something that grim. Women are essentially seen as cattle or tools for achieving status or pleasure in this AU, but I ain't no George RR Martin. Kagome will probably come across as a tad OOC in the beginning but circumstances have shaped her into someone rougher.

Chapter One

Dryness coated her tongue, and she swallowed, trying to push away thirst in vain. Water sloshed like a loud, constant reminder within her container, but Kagome ignored it. She needed to save it. Just in case.

She was unused to water being so scarce, but she'd trekked further out into unfamiliar territory than initially planned. The wildlife in her area had been thinned a little too much, numbers dwindling. Kagome hoped it was just a case of the animals moving to new locations and not over hunting, but she suspected the latter.

Hearing something like an engine, Kagome dropped down onto her stomach. She was uncaring when her chin scraped a rock, barely reacting as she kept low. The dirt road a little ways to her left had been a good way of keeping track of her location on the map, but it didn't come without dangers.

A cloud of dirt was kicked up, engine roaring as a truck lurched around a corner. Kagome could hear laughter as she stayed still, hidden by the thin bushes. As tires screeched on the ground, throwing dried earth into the air, the vehicle raced along the roads, climbing higher up the hill and disappearing around another corner. Kagome exhaled, holding still and pressing her ear to the earth. Not sensing the tell-tale slight tremors of more cars, she stood.

Dusting herself off, Kagome removed a twig from her short black hair, which had been pulled back into a ponytail. She adjusted her clothing over her flat chest, double and then triple checking her bindings hadn't come loose.

She then continued walking like nothing had occurred. But her heartbeat was racing.

Unscrewing the lid, Kagome took a swig from her container.

She'd had to make camp, allowing herself sleep just a few hours during the day before pressing on again.

After reaching the trading site a little later into the afternoon, Kagome glanced over her map, warily approaching. She liked summer. Despite the heat and the way sweat pricked the back of her neck, Kagome found it much preferable to the approaching Autumn, dreading the Winter on its heels. The days were already growing colder, never mind the longer nights.

Dusty old caravans and trailers that looked as though they'd been stationary for decades awaited her. Kagome rapped on the metal side of one, lingering in the shade.

"Eh? Who is it?" A slurring voice rang out. Kagome eased back as an old man stumbled out from the trailer, nose red and eyes half-lidded. She could smell the booze even before spying the bottle in his hand.

"I'm just passing through. Is it okay if I use your well?" She asked in her usual gruff voice, having gotten used to roughing the edges of her natural one. The man eyed her for just a little too long, but Kagome didn't react. "If you have any wears for trading, I'll take a look at those too," she threw in.

His mouth stretched wide beneath his white, bushy moustache. "That's more like it," he said amiably, waddling back inside to root through some things. She could hear the clanking of glass bottles among them.

Kagome busied herself with approaching the well, conscious of the way she walked even though it had practically become second nature to emulate a man. Still, around actual men, she was much more keenly aware of her acting. Reaching over the rim of the well, she felt her face flush- gritting her teeth when she realised her back had arched. Presenting her rear. Quickly straightening, Kagome hoped no one had noticed, distractedly lowering the bucket and holding onto the rope tightly as she eased it down. Even little things like that were dangerous.

The man somewhere behind her wandered out into the dusty courtyard, setting down a crate of goods on an old picnic table. He gestured to them with a flourish as she pulled the bucket back up, trying not to spill the water.

"Take a look and pick what ya like, stranger."

Kagome nodded, lifting the bucket out and carefully filling her containers. After securing the caps, she wandered over.

Picking out a dirty magazine, Kagome pretended to be interested, thumbing through it. Some pages stuck together with a sticky substance she did not want to identify. The old man had settled down into a deck chair, fanning his flushed skin. Kagome figured it had less to do with the weather and more to do with his warm blood as he took another drink of his beer.

She set the magazine down and brought out a set of matches.

"Rare find, eh? Sure beats all that time wasted setting up a fire."

Kagome rose a brow. She wasn't going to buy something to produce flames she could easily make with the right tools. Plus she had some of her own left. "How much?" She asked anyway.

"Hmm five tokens."

"T-tokens?" Kagome's blood froze. Her heart skittered in her chest, hammering wildly.

He let out a round of howling guttural laughter, holding his large belly. "Calm down, heh, you nearly looked as frightened as a girl there!"

Kagome laughed, swallowing her panic and elbowing him. "Ha! Don't you wish!"

The old man laughed louder, wiping his eye. He then tapped the crate, "keep lookin' ya joker. You got any veal to trade?"

She smiled and continued sorting through the junk, "no, just venison."

"Tch, woulda loved some veal."

Kagome was about to answer when the sound of an engine drew closer. She tensed, feeling like it were a prelude to exactly what she feared. A group.

From behind a dirt mound, an open top pick-up truck skidded into the old trading station, coming to a stop. A couple of men jumped out as others lazed in the back, nursing bottles or holding weapons.

"Oi Mushin!" One of the men called, grinning sharply. "You're not gonna believe this!"

"Mn?"

The man with a mohawk wandered over, his clothes tattered. "A girl's been found!" He breathed, eyes wide and shining. "Can you believe it? A real-life actual girl!"

Kagome's limbs had frozen, her hand resting on a bottle of old perfume. Shaking herself, she carried on sorting through the wears. Picking out some bullets perfect for a handgun, she casually glanced at the men. Slipping some into her pocket, she thumbed through a brochure to old New York.

"Slow down, feh…" Mushin took a swig of his beer, letting out a disgruntled noise. "A girl? Not a woman?"

Another man shook his head, adjusting his torn leather jacket. He picked up one of Mushin's beer bottles and tossed a bag of some sort of food at him as payment.

"Nah, the body of a woman was found near her, apparently. Took a tumble off a cliff. Shouldn't think that'll stop some of the lads from having a turn with her though."

"Sick…" the old man grumbled. "So, the girl…"

"Must be her daughter, but who cares! She might be a little thing now but we're gonna go get her! In a few years she can entertain us all!" The mohawk guy grinned, laughing.

"Heh, I wouldn't mind her entertainin' me as she is," called one man from the back of the truck. A few men burst out into laughs of agreement or jeers of disgust.

Kagome's hands tightened on the bottle, knuckles turning bone white. She fought not to tremble as her temples pounded. Her fingers itched for the knife on her person.

"You comin' or what old man?"

Mushin didn't move from his chair, observing the liquor in his bronze coloured bottle listlessly."…No. Ain't interested in terrorising a little girl, you should be ashamed of yourselves," he grumbled.

That caused her to look up. Lips thinning, Kagome reached into her pocket, sighing as she retrieved the bullets and put them back.

"Tch, suit yourself," one muttered. The men turned back to the truck with vague grumbles.

"Hey," Kagome called, steeling herself as she turned. "I'll go."

They paused, some men in the truck raising their brows. She knew she wasn't exactly…built for much, but she stood her ground. Her arms and legs had gained strength over the years, and she was confident in her stamina. Despite that, she remained quite petite and unassuming. Setting her jaw, she made it clear she wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.

A smile broke out on the mohawk man's face. "That's more like it!"

Mushin glanced up at her, a dusty worry creeping into his weathered face. As she padded toward them, he held up a hand slightly.

"Lad...don't get mixed up with these lot."

Kagome smiled just a little, resting her hand on the old man's shoulder in passing, giving a small pat before continuing on. Determination blazed inside her chest. She swung herself up onto the back of the truck, bracing against the side when it pulled away with a harsh lurch, kicking up dust. The old man stared after them until they were out of sight down the musty trail.

"Just so's you know for sure, you're gonna be expected to fight. The guys who have her right now won't wanna hand her over easy."

She looked up, finding the mohawk man's gaze trained on her.

"Not a problem," Kagome muttered, flashing her knife and adjusting the bow over her shoulder.

He nodded, lapsing into silence. The other men's bodies lurched or swayed depending on the terrain of the road- the truck making them move like packed sardines pressed into a can. Kagome hated it. She dipped her nose down and carefully inhaled her shirt under her heavy jacket. It smelled awful. Like sweat that had lingered too deep into the fabric.

Good. Kagome glanced around the men.

They didn't seem to keep any demon company but some could be ahead, holding the girl captive. She'd learned the hard way that they could sniff her gender out if she bathed too often. When her period started Kagome absolutely refused to risk leaving her underground base.

She noticed one man reading from a crumpled pamphlet of some sort. It had once most likely been smart and crisp, made from white card. Now it was dinged yellow and brown. She could vaguely make out the characters on the front cover.

Tokyo.

The name made a chill run down her spine, and Kagome glanced away.

"There they are!"

She looked up, joining the other men in readying her weapon. Yanking her bow over her head, she notched an arrow, squinting in the faint evening light at the road ahead. An old warehouse stood, bathed in the last splashes of purples and oranges from the sunset. A camp had been made, some cars and trucks parked outside. Men were running to grab weapons, some of them staggering. They'd been drinking. Celebrating.

Kagome could see no sign of the girl.

Something whizzed through the air, and a man to her left choked. He clutched at his bleeding neck, but Kagome didn't stop to attend to him. The truck skidded to a halt, the men opening fire on the stragglers in the camp. Kagome jumped over the side of the truck, keeping low as shouts and gunfire broke out. The bullets embedded themselves in the truck- its tires letting out harsh hisses as air escaped the punctures. Mental gave noises of distress as holes littered the paintwork.

She knew they'd run out of ammo before too long. These men weren't from Tokyo, they were impoverished wastelanders just like her. Rapid footfalls could be heard as men taking cover behind the truck chanced running toward the warehouse. Bait, she thought. As predicted, men from within the safety of the shelter opened fire. Kagome inched out from behind the safety of cover, aiming and letting her arrow fly when she pinpointed their locations. She killed one man in the upper right window. Then another down below- her arrow zipping through the slight gap in the shutter to pierce his eye.

Another man let out a cry, stumbling to the dust-laden floor. An arrowhead jutted out from the back of his head.

Kagome then relaxed a touch, only gave meagre amounts of cover, content to let the two sides destroy each other. She needed to save her arrows. The man with the torn leather jacket got impaled through the chest with a spear, crying out.

Wincing, Kagome exhaled, before ducking low and trying to avoid fire. She inched toward the side of the warehouse, keeping to the shadows and making her way around the back of the structure.

She hesitated once there, hearing voices from within. The rusted steel shutters were suddenly pulled up - an engine roaring to life.

Some of them were trying to escape. Most likely with the girl in tow.

Kagome readied her bow, heart thundering. When the car sped out of the warehouse, she fired, hitting the passenger in the neck.

"Fuck," she pulled out another arrow and notched it, jogging to catch up with the car as it skittered this way and that. Aiming at the rear tire, she let loose.

The car fumbled, lurching in the air in jumps as the tire flattened. Kagome raced forward, only to stop as something jumped from the passenger seat of the car.

The small thing rolled, letting out a cry as it was coated with dust and dirt, hitting a few sharp stones. When it finally skidded to a stop, Kagome approached, gazing down.

Brown eyes blinked up at her, widening. Kagome stilled. The roar of the engine died in her ears, and she distantly realised the car had stopped. A man cursed as he kicked the door open.

"Hey! Hand her over!" He yelled, lifting a gun.

Kagome snapped her bow up, aiming.

His eyes widened and his body shuddered, choking on his own blood when an arrow skewered itself in his neck. Breathing out with relief, Kagome turned her sights to the girl, reaching out.

"It's okay," her voice came out as gruff rasp.

"No!" The girl cried, stumbling back. "No, stay away!"

Kagome's brows drew together and she stepped closer, opening her mouth to try and soothe. To explain. But pain assaulted her senses.

She gasped, gritting her teeth as something wet trailed down her back. The pain was coming from the back of her left shoulder. Her skin strained around it. Kagome figured it were some sort of blade.

Reaching for her knife, Kagome's fingers slipped around the handle, sending it clattering to the floor. She turned, only to feel her head thrum as her face was knocked to the side. Stars clouded her vision. She couldn't react in time to the man before her.

Hissing, she felt her hair be grabbed- body tugged in roughly.

"Heh, you were pretty useful," the man with the mohawk grinned.

Kagome shuddered, curling her hand into a fist. But his eyes snapped wide before she could land a hit. He gasped, crying out with pain and sinking to one knee. Kagome pulled her hair free from his grip, startled.

The little girl…the little girl had lodged the knife into the back of the man's knee. Kagome stared, but quickly moved, reaching down to pull the knife free. Holding the man's chin, she slid the blade over his neck, stepping back when he coughed and blood spilled forth.

Kagome wasted no time in reaching down and scooping the girl up.

"Ah! N-no! Let me go! LET ME GO!" She cried.

"Shush!" Kagome barked, running to the forgotten car and ducking into the driver's seat. She awkwardly kicked the passenger's body out, resting the girl on her lap as she started the engine. "Please don't struggle, I kind of have a knife in me and I'd really- really appreciate your help right now."

"No, you're a bad man! You're going to hurt me!" The little one struggled.

Kagome gunned the accelerator, glancing in the rear view window and noticing the fighting continue. No doubt they'd soon notice the girl's absence and pursue. She grunted with pain as her body rocked back, the knife handle making contact with the leather seat and sending it deeper into her skin.

"I-I know you won't believe me but I'm a girl too," Kagome panted. The little girl paused in her struggles, wild brown eyes staring up at her. She whimpered, trembling.

Kagome chanced a smile, glancing at her briefly. "What's your name?"

"R-Rin…"

"I'm Kagome." She smiled tiredly, turning the wheel at a corner. "Do you know how to dress a wound, Rin?"

"Y-yes. My Mama showed me how."

Kagome figured she couldn't be more than eight years old. But it made sense to teach her young. Continuing down the road, she checked the gas. It would be enough to get them there.

"I'm going to drive us to one of my bases. It's underground, and you get in by lifting a hatch," she haltingly explained, panting as red spots assaulted her vision. She blinked them away.

"If I pass out, there's a map showing how to reach it in my right pocket," she patted her side. "Don't worry about me. Just leave me behind. But if we do reach it together, I need you to pull the knife out and dress the wound. It's in an awkward place so I don't think I can do it myself."

Talking felt good, calmed her down. Years ago, before the war, Kagome had been more of a chatterbox. She focused on the road, placing where they were from memory.

"W-why are you telling me this? Why are you…helping me?" Rin squeaked in a small voice.

Kagome breathed out, not answering for a while. "Us girls need to stick together, right?" She smiled wryly.

Rin looked as though she didn't quite believe her. She shifted over to sit in the passenger seat, holding her arms. She was dressed in a yellow and orange patchwork yukata. "I want Mama."

An old memory of a kind smile and home cooking drifted into Kagome's mind, before she shook it away. "I know."

She drove for a good 30 minutes more, feeling herself grow weaker, attention drifting. Shapes drew in and out of focus. Kagome squinted, before breaking- stopping just shy of hitting a sign. Turning the wheel, the car drew to a halt.

Carefully, Kagome managed to pull herself out of the car and take Rin's hand, stumbling down from the steep incline of the dirt road and hurrying into the cover of the trees. She'd released the handbrake, allowing the car to coast on without them. Hopefully if any men followed, they'd search around the site of the car when it inevitably crashed.

As promised, Kagome led Rin to the base opening, by now barely hanging on. She lifted the latch, teeth chattering. "Get in."

Rin hesitated, and Kagome felt the last of her patience draining away. "Rin, for the love of-"

The sound of engines further up, somewhere in the hills cut her off. Panicking, she grabbed Rin around the middle and jumped inside. Her feet landed on the rungs of a rope ladder, and she closed the hatch sharply.

Dropping down, Rin's startled squeak filled her ears.

"Shh!" Kagome hissed, covering her mouth.

Waiting in silence while bathed in complete darkness, she listened. The distant roar of the engines lingered, before slowly moving on. Kagome exhaled, shakily sitting down and drawing out her matches.

She lit the scarce amount of candles inside, knowing their location instinctively. The underground bunker was bathed in a warm glow. Rin glanced around the space with wide eyes. It had a bed, and shelves lined sparsely with books. Towards the back were some storage units.

Kagome stayed on her knees, struggling to breathe. To stay conscious. But it was a losing battle.

"H-hey!" She heard Rin call out when she collapsed onto her side. "Kagome? Oh no, Kagome please stay awake!"

The little girl might have said more, but Kagome couldn't stay focused enough on her voice to pick out the words. The world became soft colours.

Her head hit the floor a moment later. Everything lapsed into darkness.

"My Lord," came a bright, nasally voice, tinged with excitement. It came from a green toad demon as he hurriedly waddled into the room.

A cruel, handsome face stayed gazing out of the floor length windows. His chin rested on his clawed hand, body still and drenched in moonlight, as though carved from marble. From his position, he could almost see the entire city laid out before him. Yet the demon sat unmoving behind his desk, a slight sigh escaping him.

"What is it?"

Jaken stopped before the desk and bowed low, practically vibrating with happiness. "A girl!" He burst, panting. "Lord Sesshoumaru, I have heard tell of a girl being spotted in the Western Lands!"

"Girl…" Sesshoumaru tested the word, not sure he liked it. "Demon?"

"Regrettably human, sire."

"Hn, young?"

"R-regrettably…yes, sire."

He made a noise of disgust. "No doubt the human filth have descended upon her like wolves and torn her limb from limb."

"D-don't despair, mi Lord! If we make haste, we could secure her, I'm certain of it."

Long silver lashes slid shut. He could distantly recall the sound of children crying, mingling with houses burning. His claws twitched, and he sneered. "The others…have they already left?"

Jaken clutched his staff, raising his chin. "I don't think the other Lords know yet, I brought the news to you first!"

"Hn," lean muscles shifted as Sesshoumaru slowly stood, padding to the nearby window. "Send out a team of 10, let them search. Bring her back if she's alive. Burn her if dead."

The toad bowed sharply and turned, dangerously assuming he was dismissed.

"Jaken," a quiet voice halted him.

Wide bulbous eyes turned back, slight fear skittering over his skin. "Y-yes mi Lord?"

Sesshoumaru's reflection gazed at him, before sharp golden eyes shifted to the city once more. "They may only bring her back in the state they found her in. Not one may touch her."

"Y-yes of course!"

Sesshoumaru allowed him to leave, a quietness in his baring. Without the stupid ramblings of the kappa, the room lapsed back into silence. Exhaling, the Western Lord remained on the top floor of his skyscraper, wondering if it would be a kinder fate for the child to already be dead. He glanced down towards the building shaped like an open tulip flower, lingering in his eyesight nearby. Bright and glamorous lights decorated the outside. From his vantage point, he could see small shapes of men wandering into the building, demon and human alike. The rest of the city remained poorly lit, shrouded in some pervasive, grimy layer of filth.

Undoubtedly, it would.

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

Episode 7: No Bigger Fish

WELL IT HAS BEEN A WHILE but we’re getting the group back together tomorrow and so I want to try to catch up on some of the old episodes I never posted! They may be a bit shorter because it’s been so long and I’ve forgotten stuff so I have to rely on my notes, but I hope to hit the highlights. This session in particular was one of my favorites. Basically, our characters make a Walmart run, but instead of Walmart it’s the planet of Naboo. 

The DM introduces us to the spectacle of Theed City, capitol of Naboo. It’s temperate in climate, standing majestically on a forested mesa. 

We’re contacted by Theed air traffic control. 

Me: As usual, Taveau is gonna look to Grif to do the talking. 

H: As usual, Rralwarr can’t talk. 

ATC: confirm number of passengers and planned duration of stay. 

Grif: Uh hey there, we have 3, planning on staying overnight. 

ATC: Copy, Blindsider... be prepared to show IDs to customs.

Grif, quietly: oh

(The players all sit back and give each other the :/ face for a minute) 

Rralwarr: Well, we don’t need to stop here...

Me out-of-character: can we do a galactic lore roll to see how bad it would be if we landed without IDs? I mean Taveau’s not gonna know what to search for necessarily, he’s not familiar with landing LEGALLY... But maybe someone else who knows more about this? 

Grif: hmmm well sounds problematic.

Grif to ATC: OK we don’t have time to stop here bye.

ATC: Copy, please exit Naboo airspace within 5 minutes. 

There’s a pause, then: 

DM: OK, WELL, I’LL JUST PULL THIS ENTIRE PAGE OF METICULOUS NOTES OUT OF THE BOOK AND EAT IT, NOW. 

Everyone: uh 

Everyone: do we uh

Everyone: was... were we supposed to land on Naboo.... 

Everyone: do we not have a session plan now?? 

DM: MMMMMYEP. 

M: oops.... oh, well, we already did that so I guess--

Me, out of character: AAHGHSDFJK. OK HOLD ON ONE SEC--

Taveau: H, hold on, are we... where are we going if we’re not stopping here? 

Grif: To meet up with Mij? 

Taveau: But we were supposed to meet up with him in a couple of days. We’re going to be there way too early if we stop here. 

Rralwarr: We could always just wait there. Maybe scope out the area. 

Taveau: Have you looked at the coordinates he gave us? That’s in the middle of Separatist airspace and I don’t want to be just sitting out there for two days! 

Grif: Well... 

Taveau takes out his datapad, does a thirty-second Space Wikipedia search, and shoves it in Grif’s face--showing that we can easily get tourist visas on the planet. 

Grif: OK, you really want to go to this planet don’t you? 

(Me out of character: YE) 

Grif: Listen, OK, let’s make a deal... We’ll make this stop and I’ll subtract 10% of your pay. 

Taveau: 

Taveau: What

Taveau: What is my pay?

Grif: ...OK yeah let’s go ahead and establish that. 

Taveau: Uh-huh, so what do you think is a good--

Grif: *FAST TALK MODE ENGAGED*  Well listen I feel like we’ve got to find a price that’s reasonable for our means without devaluing the great help you’ve given us. You helped us in battle as well as with flying this ship. You’ve changed the direction of my entire life, and I hope you’ll be there for a lot of it, because you’re a pretty cool guy. However, as far as payment goes, well, I mean you weren’t flying for the whole time you’ve been with us, and a lot of that time the ship was on autopilot anyway--

Taveau, breaking out of his overwhelmed haze: OK but you say this like programming autopilot is EASY. Could you do it?

Grif: ...Probably? I mean I’m guessing there’s a button you press. 

Rralwarr: You’re the type who’d push the self-destruct button instead. 

Grif, uncomfortable: Thehrhyhe haaa theyyy don’t HAVE self destruct buttons??? do they??? 

Taveau: *chuckles* .... nah. 

Grif: Ah, good, great. So how much do you want? 

Taveau, who has no idea what a reasonable price actually is, just kind of bluescreens for a few seconds and then goes “.....10,000?”

Grif: OK, sure. I’ll get that to you as soon as possible. ...You really wanna go to Naboo?

Taveau: Do you have a better idea??

Grif: ... ...well... no... but...? ...OK but let’s go to the other side of the planet, I don’t wanna talk to that guy again, he seemed grumpy. 

(DM: Ooh...

H: I know what his punishment for us is gonna be. 

DM: The Gungans have also been making a killing off of tourism, and have built a spaceport outside of Theed to allow access to the underwater city. Yes, THIS IS WHAT YOU GET for making me eat my notes.)

Grif, researching the area, notices the Gungan city, and goes:  Ooh, an underwater city! Now, that I could get behind.

Taveau: OK? Glad to see you excited about something.

Grif, reading from his datapad: ooh they took out an entire orbital dropship, they must be great warriors!

Taveau: Huh. Interesting. 

DM: So you fly in to Gungan Space and you get a uhh.. a new buzzer on the  commlink... it appears to be Gungan traffic control. 

ATC: HEDOOOH! YoU-sA wAnT lAnD iN GunGAn cItY?? 

HEDOOOH! You-sa want land in Gungan City? 

(Players: oh... 

DM: THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT.) 

ATC: wE-SAAAA be hApPy to WelCOmE YoU! YoUUu-sa, be lAnDiN iNNnn, ah... DoCkInG bAy 36! 

Grif: All right, sounds great!

ATC: ThAnK yOuS!

Grif: he sounds friendly.

Taveau: yeah, they sound pretty chill. 

Grif: they must have a very interesting and deep rich culture if their speech is so hard for us to understand... I think it’ll be a very interesting experience.

DM: You land, and are greeted by Gungan Customs, which seems to work on a different organizational scheme than Nubian customs. 

Gungan Customs Officer: Hello-sa! 

Grif: Hi! :D 

GCO: Welcome to Naboo, we-sa very happy to have you here! But-ah, there is una small matter! The landing fee is 500 Republic credits! 

Grif: OK, uh, shoot! Well, I can cover that one. (M: I’ll swipe my cardy-boii)

We get our visas and ride down towards the underwater city in a small sub shuttle. Rralwarr is not happy about being crammed into a small space, or about being underwater in general, but it’s otherwise a very nice ship. The pilots points out interesting features of the area as we glide downwards.

Taveau: Huh... I’m starting to enjoy myself.

Grif, staring at the pilot’s eye-stalks: .....huh. 

The water grows darker, but ahead is a dim glow of light which slowly becomes many different points of light, coming from a system of oddly bulbous pods linked together: the underwater city of Otoh-Gunga. 

Grif: Wow! This is impresive!

Pilot: It is very nice, yes? We-sa like it here. 

Grif: So, like, how do you get in without, like, letting water in?

Pilot: Ooh, we-sa have membranes! It keep the water out, but the ships go through! 

Grif: Amazing! But isn’t that a security risk? Can any ships go through, or only yours? 

Pilot: Oh, we-sa don’t worry about that. We-sa very peaceful, no have soldiers here since the invasion. 

Grif: Oh, good, I always like a peaceful planet. I come from one myself, it’s called Alderaan. 

Pilot: Does it have oceans? 

Grif: Oh, yeah, lots of oceans! But I don’t think there are any underwater cities. \

Pilot: Sound lovely. Maybe we visit sometime. 

We arrive in the city, and Rralwarr immediately runs to the most open space in the area and takes a slightly panicky breath of air. 

Taveau: Doing OK Rralwarr?

Rralwarr: *tiny Wookie noise* underwater.... 

Grif: OK, let’s figure out how we’re gonna do this! Rralwarr, I know you want medpacs. Taveau, what about you? 

Taveau: Booze. 

Grif: ..That’s all? You made us come down here for booze? Alright, fine, I’ll get you some booze. 

Taveau: You’re paying? I wasn’t aware that was part of the arrangement. 

Grif: Oh, sure, yeah. I’ll get you whatever you need on this trip, it comes out of your pay, is all. 

Taveau: I can buy my own groceries. But I will let you buy me a bottle of rum. 

The party splits: Rralwarr goes off to buy medpacs, and Grif and Taveau head to a liquor store. DM asks what I’m looking for. I say just a cheap rum. 

DM: Just... complete rotgut?  You’re looking for the Star Wars equivalent of Everclear. 

Me, ooc: not QUITE that bad. 

DM: So, space Jim Beam. 

Me: Yeah. 

DM: OK, you find that. 

The DM introduces the cashier lady, the store, and an impressive array of space booze to choose from: a number of Mon Cal grades, one which is 1000 credits (Taveau: oof. that’s unnecessary), samples of imports from other planets--the cashier notes that a few are becoming hard to get, thanks to the Separatists taking over the planets of origin. 

DM: There’s also a novelty bottle of bright green alcohol that comes in a bottle shaped like Yoda’s head. You’re pretty sure this was not authorized by the Jedi. 75 credits. The label reads “Feel good you will, hmmmm.” 

Grif: !!!

Taveau: I’m not sure I trust this, but OK?? We can share it, it’ll be interesting. 

We get the novelty Yoda booze and 1 bottle of 95-credit (fairly cheap but almost respectable) Mon Calamari black rum for Taveau’s personal use. 

As they leave, Taveau takes the rum out of his bag, takes a swig straight out the bottle, and then puts it back in his bag. 

DM: That’s very white trash of him. 

Me, OOC: You assume Taveau is white? He’s just... space trash. 

(DM argues that I showed him some pictures I found on pinterest as references and they looked like white trash. And OK they fit the general aesthetic and appearance which is why I sent them, but they don’t supersede the character description that’s on my sheet.) 

DM: So you continue walking along, noticing the tourists and the Gungans looking out across the city. It’s so pretty, you think you have to take another drink of rum to appreciate it, so you do. (Minor irritation from me having my character played for me, but it is, in fact, extremely in character, so I roll with it) Grif, you crack open that Yoda head. It is very sweet and very fruity, with a bit of citrus. It’s basically 170-proof Mountain Dew. Some of your nervousness about being underwater slips away. You decide to give Rralwarr some when you get back. 

Taveau: How’s that? 

Grif: Weird! It’s sweet, try it? 

Taveau: ...ooh. I like that more than I thought I would. 

DM: Taveau, you find yourself feeling like you’re almost ready to talk to people. It’s weird, and you’re not quite sure how you feel about it. 

Next, we head to Otoh Gunga Metalworks. Naboo, being so peaceful, does not permit the (legal) sale of weapons for anything other than decoration, but Taveau wants to add to his knife collection. He’s planning to collect a knife from every planet he visits.

We enter, and the Gungan asks what we’re looking for. Taveau, being Taveau, just goes “Knives.” The Gungan chuckles.

Cashier Gungan: Who-sa you want to stab?

Taveau: Depends on the day.

CG: Me-sa kidding! We-sa no sell sharp blades, but we-sa do have good collection pieces.

Grif: Well, that would be perfect *elbow jab* sINCE YOU’RE A COLLECTOR, Taveau!

Taveau: Yep.

There are, actually, a wide variety of knives, mostly elaborately wrought decoration pieces, but down in the “historical section” are knives and hunting tools, replicas of the distant past. They have dull edges and are made of the same dark metal of the city-bubbles’ frames. There are spears, slings, and some small, almost stiletto-like knives. 

Grif: Wow, it’s so tiny! 

The Gungan chuckles: You-sa must be delicate, thesa not be for gooberfish. ...We-sa have spears for those. 

Taveau picks up one of the small knives and examines it. It’s a bit heavier than he would expect for the size and is made of one piece of metal, with the hilt wrapped in a tough green leather of unidentifiable source. It’s a stiff, non-flexible blade, very slender, the balance point towards the hilt. 

Taveau buys two of the plainer ones. 

Next, I want to find a vox box, a device which (I had learned from the manual) is readily available across the galaxy and speaks a range of phrases in Basic, and, with a good computer skill, can also be customized. 

All we can find, the DM tells us, is a novelty vox box that speaks in a Gungan accent. 

(Me: Is this really the only one?? I was gonna give it to Rralwarr as a gift, I thought it was a good idea... 

DM: That’s the only one. 

Me: I’m a little angry. 

DM: SO AM I) 

Grif thinks the box is hilarious and encourages Taveau, who was wavering, to buy it anyway. Taveau figures they can always try customizing it to be less annoying later. And then--

Grif: Bookstore! Do you like books? I like books. 

Taveau: Uh. Sure

Grif looks through the selections on galactic cultures, trying to find something on Mandalore. There are very few mentions of it, aside from a sort of cheesy fiction book title “Tales of the Mandalorian Raiders,” a story about the Old Republic. The cover shows a black-and-red-helmeted mando in old-fashioned armor--it’s more square, and the T-visor is contoured differently--stabbing his sword through a Jedi’s heart, with the wreckage of a city overrun by armies of battling Jedi and Mandalorians in the background. 

Grif seriously considers buying this book. Taveau picks it up and flips through it. It claims to be written in Mando’a blank verse, a claim which doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense, but whatever. There are a few words of Mando’a flung in for flavor. They’re hilariously misspelled. It tells the story of an ancient Mandalore who once allied with the Sith. He’s portrayed in a fairly unflattering light, and the book focused on his creative ways of slaughtering people. 

Taveau cackles at this a bit. 

Grif: ....Had enough to drink? 

Taveau: Yeah yeah. *shakes the book* is this what you do in your free time? 

Grif: It is now. 

Taveau: Why?? 

Grif: Well--okay, here’s the thing, I just... My life has been changing a lot lately, and I’m not really sure where I stand, you know? And I want to believe that Mij and his people are the good guys, you know, and I really think it’s so cool what they stand for, the--the freedom, and honor, and stuff, and fighting Death Watch, but I just... I’m new to this, and I don’t know them very well, and if I’m going to become a part of this I want to be sure I’m doing the right thing. So, I guess I just want to understand more about the culture because I hope it’ll help me understand Mij. 

Taveau: ..*chokes* hgnsf. Huh, OK. Well, I don’t think a book about the far past is going to tell you anything about Mij, but I think I get what you’re saying... *suppressed chuckle* Huh, well, how about this. Would you like me to cook for you? You said you wanted to learn about Mandalorian culture, hm? *Cackling* I mean--you’ve got me, I’m right here. You, uh, don’t need. *dismissive shake of the book* ...This. 

Grif is enthusiastic about this, despite the fact that Taveau is still cackling devilishly. They go grocery shopping. There’s a lot of fish, some seaweed-type wraps, and “a rather interesting sauce”: the sando-aquamonster hot sauce, with a label reading “there is no bigger fish.” 

Taveau grumbles about the lack of spices, but buys the ingredients to make a fish wrap of some sort, along with that very interesting hot sauce. Grif follows everything eagerly. He does not protest the purchase of the hottest sauce in the store. We go back to the ship and reunite with Rralwarr. There’s a smallish cooking area in the ship, basically just a counter and a space microwave. Taveau tastes the sauce while he’s making the wraps. 

Me, OOC: So how spicy is it? 

DM: To YOU? Not very spicy, but you think it’s pretty good for an aruetiise approximation. 

Let me pause here to share with you, my dear readers, some fun trivia I learned in my study of Mando’a. Mandalorian culture is full of very spicy foods. They have a special word (hetikles) for the “noseburn” you get from really really spicy foods, the ones that basically just set your entire sinus system on fire--it’s a prized sensation. Taveau was, of course, raised to have a healthy appreciation of hellishly fiery foods. Grif was not, and Taveau kinda suspects this. 

Now, Taveau (fortunately for Grif) does not have access to real Mandalorian spices, but this sauce comes close enough to earn his respect. 

He makes some fish wraps and sticks them in the space microwave for a minute so they’re warm, then drenches them in hot sauce. Grif is excited. 

Taveau: Chill, this isn’t anything like authentic, I used what I could find.. it’s just some space-microwaved fish wrap with hot sauce on it... the sauce is pretty good, though. 

Grif: Oh, awesome, cool, great! Is there, like, a traditional way to eat this or 

Taveau: Just. eat it

Grif: OK! 

M: Grif takes a big forkful and stuffs it in his mouth. 

DM: CON SAVE! 

M: (6) 

DM: You would let loose with every foul word that you know, except that your mouth hurts too much and you can only get out an incomprehensible sound of pain. 

Grif: WREEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Taveau, at this point, is on the floor, just choking with laughter. 

DM: Grif, you scramble for the closest liquid--which is the bottle of Yoda liquor. It cuts the burn a bit but you do not feel well and you run off to the refresher to rethink your life. Taveau meanwhile is just losing it with laughter and calls after Grif “Kandosii!” 

Rralwarr: What did you give him?! 

Taveau: Just hot sauce. Try it! 

DM: CON SAVE! (high pass) Yeah, you’re fine. It’s good sauce. You think Grif is just kind of a wimp. 

Grif still hasn’t come back. Taveau feels a tiny bit bad but also he’s still laughing. Rralwarr pretends to feel bad. He is also laughing. We eat two of the hot-sauced wraps and Taveau puts one plain, not at all hot one aside for Grif, when he feels better enough to eat. Taveau also gives Rralwarr the vox box which speaks in a Gungan accent. 

Rralwarr: ...This was Grif’s idea wasn’t it. 

Meanwhile, Grif is lying spread-eagled on the tiles in the refresher, trying to absorb all the coldness from the floor. He feels like he’s on fire and his stomach probably won’t settle down for a while. 

Taveau spends the next couple of hours sharpening the two knives he bought. He tapes one to the underside of his pilot seat so that it’s hidden but easy to whip out if needed. He’s completely finished sharpening both by the time Grif stumbles out of the refresher. 

Taveau: Hey, Grif! I left one of those wraps plain for you. It’s in the kitchen. 

Grif: hhhghhthanks uhhh I’m not really hungry right now but thanks tho

Taveau: Are you okay? 

Grif: *sniff* hhghhhhyes ‘m fine just uhhhhghh. gonna uhh. go to bed now I think. g’night Taveau. 

Taveau: I, uh. Didn’t realize it would be quite that rough on you. 

Grif: huhhh nno it’sss fineeee m just a lil tired that’s all just. yea. ‘m totally fine don’t worry about it. g’night

Taveau: Oh, hey, before you go. This is for you. I sharpened it. 

He gives Grif the other knife he’d bought on the planet, the slightly nicer one, now razor sharp, and tries to show Grif some grips he can use to fight with it. 

Grif: uhhh that’s nice but uhh maybe show me this when I’m more awake maybe. tthank you. 

He stumbles off, and Taveau settles down in his pilot seat with his knife collection. For now, it’s quiet in the ship. 

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