#| — unshielded ( ooc )

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>> Hey guys! I know everyone's super busy right now, but if anyone's nearby and free to help I could use an extra set of hands! Don't really want to bother any of the USB guys supposed to be watching me (especially because they don't know where I am right now and I am NOT trying to get in trouble).

>> I've been working on a new prosthetic for a bit - a prosthetic arm! - and I was so excited that I may or may not have underestimated how difficult it would be to get this on one handed. An extra set of hands would be appreciated!

(OOC: tw for descriptions of gore below the cut)

[File attachment /// A blurry picture of a half-attached cybernetic arm taken at an awkward angle. Vissily's arm has been freshly severed just below the shoulder, the cut is not very clean and the edges of the flesh have been left ragged by, presumably, the hand saw sitting on the workbench half out of frame. Where there should be blood, a cloudy, pale substance covers the saw, the cybernetic arm, and has begun to stain Vissily's colorfully painted vest. Unshielded wires run between the exposed muscle and bone of Vissily's wound and the prosthetic, placed quite precisely. Vissily does not appear to be in any distress.]

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is this a wild rowan i see on my dash???

I HAVE BEEN ON YOUR DASH U NERD just not on this blog 😂

BUT HI YES HELLO I AM HERE I AM ONLY 75% AN ILLUSION

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sorry | kuroo tetsurou x reader

Title: Sorry Fandom: Haikyuu!! Character: Kuroo Tetsurou Genre: Angst..? Word Count: 1397 Extra Notes: Again... from my dA lolol still compiling my fics from there to here ^^,, was written in 2017,, apologies. Maybe OOC kuroo.

He wasn’t listening. He never was. Never when it mattered the most to you.

Today was no exception, you’d noted that as soon as he’d exited the gym with his hands shoved into his pockets. Not a care in the entire world showing on his face. You walked alongside him, his confident strides taking up three of your significantly smaller steps on the pavement. In the entire time you’d spent within each other’s company, there had only been a brief exchanging of words between the two of you.

Then you’d slipped into the routine of reciting how your day had been. Only stopping now, when you realised that he wasn’t focusing on your words. He was staring blankly ahead, an impassive look glazing his face.

“Kuroo.”

You stopped in your tracks, and it took him a few seconds to register that you weren’t keeping pace with him.

“(Y/N)? Why have you stopped walking?”

His cat-like eyes swept across your features. The tremble of your lip as you stared at him, a burning irritation glowing evidently in your eyes. One that he didn’t address, briefly glancing over it and refusing to meet your gaze. Your arms were plastered at their sides, and a low sigh escaped your lips. The patience you’d had for him had long ago disintegrated into nothingness, and the irritation that glowed in your eyes slowly began to rise to the forefront of your mind.

Your relationship felt like a loose thread on a jumper. One that you couldn’t help but pull, and once you pulled it, all the yarn and wool that had gone into the creation of said jumper began to unravel. Leaving behind an unmistakably large amount of wool on the floor. A large tangle of wool that laid a snare and trap for whoever dared walk into it.

You’d walked right into the mess of it. Left trying to pick up the pieces of wool that posed a threat to anyone and everyone who dared step foot into the room. But you’d had enough of trying to fix the jumper, and you’d finally given up completely.

“You’re never listening, Kuroo.”

“(Y/N) I-”

“No, let me finish, Kuroo. You’re never listening to me. You just stare off into space, as though there are a million places you’d love to be instead of here. I jus- just… tell me, Kuroo. What is wrong with me? Am I really that boring?”

“(Y/N) you’re not bori-”

“Then what is it, Kuroo? Do you just not love me? Is that it? For crying out loud, Kuroo! I’m trying and trying to amend whatever this thing we have is, but I don’t think it can even be called a relationship at this point, if I’m honest.”

“(Y/N), let me-”

“No. For goodness’ sake, Kuroo. You’re so inconsiderate and cocky, you think you could ignore me and just talk to me whenever you want? Do you not understand what a relationship even is, Kuroo? It’s a two way thing. But right now, I don’t think there are two people putting effort into this relationship. I don’t think anyone is benefitting from this. Damn it, do you even love me?”

Kuroo blinked.

Once, twice, thrice.

There was a dry feeling that itched at the back of his throat, and there was the ominous feeling of impending doom that weighed a heavy burden upon his chest. Running a barely concealed shaking hand through his messy hair, he feigned a calm mask as he attempted to collect his thoughts. He waited for his heart to resume to its normal beating rhythm and for the shaking in his limbs to subside completely.

“What are you talking about, (Y/N)? I-of course. I wouldn’t have gone out with you if I didn-”

“Then why do you always ignore me? I’m not here for your entertainment, Kuroo.” Crossing your arms across your chest, you sent him a dark glare. “We’ve been together for how long, now? Two years, right? And not once have you told me that you love me, Kuroo. So forgive me if I doubt you now,”

Don’t do this, (Y/N). Please. For the sake of us. Don’t. He swallowed. His pride, his calmness, his extroverted personality had all gone. There was no shield to hide behind. You’d been there for him for so long, he’d began to wonder whether such shields were needed anyway. This was a grave reminder of why he had tried so long to cultivate a careless, bad attitude. The perfect shield, the perfect contrast to the boy he was on the inside.

Kuroo reached his hand out for you, but you flinched away from his grasp. Your glare was fixed onto your face, as though it could pierce right into his soul.

“(Y/N), you’re not really going to…”

“There you go again, thinking you’re good enough to put words in my own mouth. I’m done, Kuroo. We’re done. Okay? And you can have your damned ice cream back, too.”

You shoved the ice cream that he’d bought for you on the journey home into his outstretched hand. The one that yearned to hold onto you with all the might he could muster in the unshielded, weak boy’s body he now stood in. No amount of expensive coats of armour could’ve protected him from the waging war that was unravelling from within him.

Love.

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he managed to whisper to your retreating figure. Too far away to grasp the words that lingered in his atmosphere.

Love.

What a complex thing. Utterly terrifying, a formidable threat that would ultimately become his downfall. Once again. How many damned times had he uttered the words, “I love you,” only to have the person who’d been on the receiving end of those words slip through his fingers? So. Many. Times. No amount of cockiness could hide the raging storms that hid behind his eyes, the arguments that filled the quietest corners of his mind. The arguments that ceased to exist when your voice entered his head and filled him with a happiness.

He’d become dependant upon the refreshing tones of your voice. He’d lost himself in the sound of your laughter and your idle chatter that lit up his day, that compensated for his silence. But you’d gotten the wrong impression of said silence.

He’d lost you. He’d become so scared of telling you that he loved you that he’d let you go. You’d slipped through his fingers like water, leaving an uncomfortable feeling on his palms. Etching memories of yourself into his hands for eternity. He bit his lip. He’d become so close to saying that he’d loved you, but the memories that held him back had been too strong; to poignant and prominent in his mind’s eye that he hadn’t been able to bring himself to terms with the words.

You’d misinterpreted his silence.

How were you to know? He’d been too scared to tell you anything. That fear had built up a barrier that had broke through whatever strong links that had connected you to one another. He’d become a stranger to you.

Perhaps he wasn’t suited to love anyway. It only resulted in a pain that lasted longer than the relationship. Regardless of whether he’d said anything or not.

The thoughts that resonated through his head didn’t numb the pain of losing you, though.

It didn’t bring you back to him, it didn’t rekindle the former strength you’d both once maintained in the relationship.

It didn’t silence the sorrows that rushed through his head. A swarm of thoughts that wouldn’t rest.

The fears that held him back from rushing into the crowds, a weak attempt to get you back.

He’d been too scared to tell you he loved you for two years, what would now change?

That had been what had unravelled your relationship.

Piece by piece.

“Sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry I was too scared; too selfish to give away a part of myself for you. I hope that someday, you might understand.”

Though he knew you may never understand the words that had screamed in his silence.

Because to you, he was just being him. Typical Kuroo.

The cocky Nekoma Volleyball Team captain.

Who could he blame for your thinking?

Only himself. For being selfish.

You’d told him so much.

He’d told you nothing.

[donegeonsndragons]

CoS: Session 7a Highlights

Deals are completed, vampires are annihilated, and a familiar face appears.

Premise: having gone to Vallaki to find eyes and a wedding dress for the Abbot, the group managed to free some prisoners, kidnap the executioner, and narrowly escape being captured...

Along the way, Rictavio proposes that the party splits up, so that Raynn, Vogal, and Buzzlorn go to meet the Abbot while Rictavio, Mu, Damakos, and the varana go to meet up with Lincoln

So we’ll be following Raynn, Vogal, and Buzzlorn for now...

Rictavio will drop them off in Krezk, but there’s a 3 day journey until then

On the first night, Damakos slips out of the caravan in the middle of the night, and Buzzlorn could hear the sound of horse hooves from outside

Realizing they don’t have a wedding dress, the three of them decide to take turns trying to make something that will work

They find a plain white dress hidden among all of Rictavio’s extra clothing and costumes

Vogal has no idea what to do and just passes it on to Buzzlorn

Buzzlorn holds the dress aloft as the hornets start to weave in and out, embroidering delicate honeycomb patterns

Raynn finishes it off with dark blue flowers on the bottom edge to match the executioner’s eyes

They’re left with a masterpiece of a dress

Buzzlorn (OOC): what are we even doing as adventurers? We should just set up shop

This is not how I expected the start of the game to go but oh my god

The caravan drops them off at Krezk, and they make their way past the guards who almost don’t let them through

Annoyed and carrying both the executioner and the dress, Buzzlorn approaches the mongrelfolk guards, and intimidates them into letting them through

They storm up to the abbey gates and knock on the door, where after a moment the Abbot greets them, haphazardly dressed

Seeing the dress, the Abbot grabs a mongrelfolk to model it, and is very happy about it

Afterwards, they show the Abbot the executioner, who is still muffled by a sock

The Abbot is pleased with the choice of dark blue eyes, and just sticks his fingers into the executioner’s eye sockets, grossing out the party

The Abbot fetches Anna as per their agreement, kicking her down the stairs and Buzzlorn manages to just miss catching her

She falls straight on her face, as her hands had been handcuffed behind her 

Vogal frees her and Buzzlorn heals her and her slightly messed up eyes (due to the Abbot’s poking and prodding)

She thanks the group, and says she’ll keep her end of the bargain of showing them around the castle

Buzzlorn decides to offer his services as a priest to preside over the wedding, though Vogal and Raynn point out they should ask for something in return

They ask the Abbot for a magical item, but he refuses, saying that supplying them with something that could be traced back to him and threaten his ceasefire with Strahd isn’t something he can do

But he says he can give them information that the church he thinks the prophecy refers to is the church on the mountain pass up the mountain towards Castle Ravenloft

Buzzlorn performs the ceremony with some stumbling but a lot of heart, which is both weird and kinda sweet, and the party leaves as soon as possible

On the way out, they investigate the shack that previously had Strange’s shop, but there was nothing but crazed mongrelfolk inside

They start the 3 day journey by foot towards the mountain pass at the edge of the village of Barovia

As they travel through the forests, they hear the sound of movement, and from the fog appears three vampire spawn

One of them they recognize: Ireena’s brother Ismark

The vampires attack the group, one of them latching onto Vogal in a grapple

Ismark vampire goes to attack Raynn, but appears to have a moment of humanity as he stops, but the bloodthirsty glint returns to his eyes

Vogal manages to splash holy water from the spring onto the vampire holding onto him, wrenching free from its grapple

Raynn holds out the Holy Symbol of Ravenkind and expends a charge to hold the vampires

Vampire Ismark and the vampire near Buzzlorn fail their saving throws and are paralyzed, and the one that got splashed by holy water is able to shake off the effect

Buzzlorn uses a third level smite and crits on his hit on the paralyzed vampire

As Buzzlorn’s swarm forms and he laughs, with one mighty smash with his morning star glowing with divine energy, he decimates the vampire with one hit

Having another attack, he moves over to vampire Ismark and hits him for a mighty (but not nearly as impressive) blow that knocks the prone vampire onto the ground

However, vampire Ismark’s wounds start to heal as he regains health

The non-paralyzed vampire just manages to scratch Buzzlorn’s bark, with no real damage dealt

Vogal goes up to the now prone and paralyzed vampire Ismark and plunges his two shortswords into Ismark’s eyes with a crit 

As vampire Ismark gasps with a dying breath, Vogal lets go of shortswords and slams the swords down so hard that they sink down to the hilt 

The Ismark vampire goes limp

Raynn takes the Holy Symbol and expends charges to create a sunlight and takes aim at the last remaining vampire

The vampire shields its eyes, blisters forming, as Buzzlorn takes his morning star and slams it into it

The vampire staggers back, eyes unshielded, and it disintegrates into ash

Y’all this took like...2 and a half rounds of combat, I gotta say that I’m impressed

The rest of the travel is uneventful, and they finally make their way to the mountain pass

Headed up the pass, Raynn spots an abandoned looking church

The church is rotting, windows broken, but they can hear the sound of someone playing the piano

They quietly enter the church, and the figure at the end of the aisle playing the piano stops and turns

The party recognizes him as Mr. Strange, the owner of the shop

And now that they properly see his face, down to the sunglasses and the strange hat and the shark-like teeth, they suddenly also recognize him as the man who gave them all the job that lead them to Besnik and the tome that started it all

Mr. Strange tells the party that he has what they’re looking for, and he’s willing to give it to them for a price

Vogal asks if he can have the sword, and Mr. Strange smiles at him, saying that he’s so greedy, especially after Vogal has stolen from him

Mr. Strange snaps, and Vogal’s pouch seems to get lighter, and as he looks into his coin pouch he notices that all of his gold had been turned to ash and the only remaining coin is the GS coin that he took when Mr. Strange disappeared

With Vogal in shock, Mr. Strange tells the party that he’ll give them the sunsword if they can retrieve the red gem necklace that Strahd wears (but he won’t tell them why)

The party agrees, and Mr. Strange gives Vogal the sunsword, which appears to just be a golden hilt, and nothing happens

Vogal passes it to Buzzlorn, and Buzzlorn feels the warmth of the hilt in his hands

And as he thinks about smiting down the evil with this sword, the warmth encompasses his whole body as from the hilt a blade of sunlight appears

As Buzzlorn holds the sword and marvels, a voice inside his head says “So you’re my new partner, looking forward to working with you,” to which Buzzlorn replies “Oh, you have many new friends,” as a hornet lands on the hilt

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loyalbreed replied to your post: dammit, now all i wanna do is write malter

DO IT?

UM... MAYBE?? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE LIKE... I WOULD START....

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ok so I’m gonna clear out my inbox and drafts and do a lil soft reboot !!  prolly will be low activity but i’ve missed my star spangled nerd so 

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Me: my couch is my cozy safe place

Me, after losing a giant metal tapestry needle in the couch and being unable to find it after two hours of searching: I’m in danger everywhere

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i have a very old senior cat (he’s around 17) who has been losing weight for no reason, and after some food changes and weight supplements he’s finally gaining weight again and i’m so happy 😭

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Me: I’m going to wrITE

My dog:

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I may or may not be making a multi to bring back past muses I wanna write again and some new ones I wanna try. Thor, Bruce Banner, Matt Murdock, Heimdall. Maybe some of my old Tolkien muses too. Steve and Buck will be staying solo. I’ve never done a multi before so !! New adventure.

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hey all ! thanks for your patience this week. i’ve been dealing with a lot of anxiety and stuff outside of the rpc (nothing serious, just. stressy things.) and writing’s been Hard so I’ve been kinda absent. i’m still here, just sort’ve taking a wee little semi-break while i get things worked out on the real life end. ily all !!

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We have Iron Man mk 2 this year. 😂 I’ll be around later tonight!! Festivities and trick or treating this evening. He’s been super excited all weekend so haven’t had much time to be online.

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Update: GUESS WHAT I FOUND STUCK TO MY WORK COMPUTER

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I’m working up a charmander and i a) love this pattern, and b) it’s for a gift BUT NOW I WANT ONE FOR ME

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If you ever wonder where your reply is: He literally closed my laptop mid-draft, laid on top of it, and fell asleep. 😂

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i enjoy the fact that so many people expect the steve aesthetic to be like. 50s dad and yet his aesthetic is way more james dean.