#I need to stop infodumping here oh my god

[4arconinoma]

Have been so fascinated with Chase as an intro lately, makes me really sad that so many people shit on it. I can write an entire defense on why it's an incredible intro and perfectly fits the context of DiU

[nomairuins]

i think itis funny in the past when i would list my interests as if i post abt them i donot post abt the shit im into rly Mainly bc im not rly Into Into anything anymore i occasionally watch or read or play something but i dont do fandom stuff rly much.... just sometimes i get brainworms

[wolpatinga]

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fraturdays

Happy weekend everyone! So many loose ends tied up....except *eyes* oh I'm loving the season so far. Back with more fic that I've read and loved this week, with a mix of short one shots and longer stories. As always you can find previous rec lists here. Some light spoilers for the season.

19 October 2024

I did think, let’s go about this slowly by @pelorsdyke is a short and insightful peek into Karen's mindset at the start of hers and Hen's relationship, as she overcomes her own fears of adhering to stereotype and committing too hard and too fast. But she finds a way to balance her heart's wants with her mind's eye, and find a intimacy she can build on along the way.

I didn't know (that it could be good) by @rainbow-nerdss 'Eddie lets himself into Buck's apartment unannounced, and finds him in a compromising position. That should be nothing, just something to laugh about down the line, except afterwards, it's like a switch has flipped, and neither of them can get it out of their minds. The solution? They need to get it out of their systems.' Best friends that secretly hook up and don't question it because it feels good and that's their favourite person and nothing has to change right? trope my beloved. God this fic is absolutely swoonworthy, and I'm still giving it hearteyes for days. Do yourself a favour and read it right now.

please, please, please by @bookinit02 'So, a widower walks into a bar, and he hasn’t been held by someone he loves in years.' A touch starved Eddie starving for Buck's touch in particular! In which Buck subconsciously stops casually touching Eddie after he comes out, and Eddie notices and is not happy about it. Circa S7/S8, they soon set out to resolve the issue. Such a great exploration of a complicated yearning, and then I particularly loved their flirtatious bickering in this fic because it was so very very them and endearing as hell.

kerosene by @roguebuck is almost the flipside...a post 7x06 fic starting from the wedding, in which Buck isn't sure why 'nothing's going to change' unsettles him so much and why he can't get Eddie out of his head...even at the most inopportune times. But sometimes all it takes to make a change is for someone to pour the gas and light a match...and this fic sure does that!

the city is a jungle and i’m a beast by @putanauhere just in time for canon!werewolf Eddie, this is such a brilliant fic that really immersed me in the story, and was so well thought out to make the werewolf lore fit into 911verse smoothly. Eddie and his platoon were bit by a werewolf during his time in the army, and so as long as he's been with the 118 he's been keeping a secret. When a call to a magick shop goes awry, Buck's infodumping on the habits of wolves meets Eddie's reluctance to concede to superstition...but he's mostly desperate to hide. When Buck follows him to his safe house, things soon go awry, and together they must learn to live with the consequences. Perfect spooky season fic, and really emotional as well.

Any Other Way by @cal-daisies-and-briars I have been meaning to read this for weeks and am so glad I finally have! This is a fic where Eddie and Buck's lives take on each other's paths - an unattached and openly gay Eddie going on an aimless teenage wanderlust after his high school girlfriend left suddenly, and Buck signing up to the army to spite his parents. Then one day Eddie runs into Shannon at the grocery store...with a young boy at her side. This is a really wonderful fic about a lifechanging secret and stepping up to parenthood, overcoming fears and letting your guard down. I loved how despite the narrative switcheroo, their motivations remain true to themselves and their family at the core.

the sound of the saw (must be known by the tree) by @absolutelybifurious a fic inspired by the last episode of Grey's Anatomy I ever watched lmao. Eddie blames himself for Chris leaving, but Buck is frustrated that the time has stretched out so long, and is encouraging him to go get him. But Eddie doesn't want to hear it and they part on rocky ground with Eddie boarding a plane to El Paso for some wildfire training. When Buck receives a voicemail, the world shifts from under his feet, and the 118 race to save Eddie. This was passionate and angsty and the love sings off the page.

See you next week, trick or treat!!

[superstarz9]

Ya’ll fw a couple MORE Mr. Puzzles hcs?

Cause I got them :}

He was gifted the hat by his mom. It’s a permanent part of him with how much he’s worn it.

He gets it, and won’t say anything about it, but he hates it when he regarded as just the scary “tv” head guy. He’s much more than a pretty screen, people!

The pants are custom made and he has like 20 pairs. He also has several pairs of his shirt and vest.

Will change the second there’s a spot on his clothes. He needs to remain as pristine as possible.

If he wasn’t a workoholic, he’d beat all the moms at candy crush. He’d try to be a literal god at candy crush, and would honestly buy extra lives if he was furious with how the match went and he ran out.

Plays computer solitaire to distract himself when the ratings aren’t good or he needs a mental reset.

Adding to these two, since he has computer elements in his brain (probably), he can probably predict where the game is going to go. The older the console, the easier it is.

He’d be a god at minesweeper.

Does not and will not swear no matter how bad it gets.

If he goes to a concert, he’ll just be doing the equivalent of maladaptive daydreaming the whole time, planning out shows and movies for the songs

Loves the orchestra. He loves movie scores and would totally go to those events where there’s an orchestra playing the soundtrack live as the movie plays.

He’ll whine about not having friends or being able to talk to people but he will refuse to talk to anyone in public, going so far as to mute anyone who tries speaking with him. If he’s at an event and someone tries sparking a conversation with him, he’ll look away awkwardly and reply with “uh huh, yep, oh wow,” and so on until they leave. In a relationship, you could introduce him to people but he’s still be the same unless you were apart of the conversation.

Loves movie/show trivia but it’s a double-edge sword. If you take him on a date to a bar for movie trivia night, he’ll have fun and get everything right (and infodump a lot) but a question will pop up and the official answer will be wrong and Mr. Puzzles will just go ballistic.

Canonically has hammer-space abilities in the shows and can pull out anything he needs. Need a first-aid kit? Got it right here. Emergency costume? Has your size in multiple colours to choose. Someone pissed you off? Just say when and he’ll have something ready.

He doesn’t have proper heating in the studio(since he doesn’t need it) and the place is freezing when there’s the slightest breeze outside.

He uses different colognes and even used febreze a few times to smell his best, but he perpetually smells like cigarettes

He kins spongebob.

Technically canon but he’s an entrepreneur, and has multiple businesses (a tech company based on the keyboard from it’s gotta be perfect, selling the showgrounds). He also phrases puzzlevision as his “latest business venture,” in the movie’s teaser. He bounced between different businessed to earn enough money to buy the studio and the equipment he’d need.

With that being said, he’s unintentionally a con artist. Though he tries to have a somewhat clean business, he cuts corners often to get the products out sooner or doesn’t perform proper safety protocol. He doesn’t really care, though, as his main goal was and is Puzzlevision. He pretty much stopped the second he found the smg4 crew.

Terrible at art. He tries, but not even you can hold back your laugh if you see his art.

If he hasn’t slept for a while his voice is warped and a little glitched.

I forgot if I already posted this but his underpants are so those heart boxers but instead of hearts they’re stars.

So real quick, I just wanted to say that ONE OF MY HEADCANONS HAS BE CONFIRMED LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! It is now confirmed that Mr. Puzzles CAN speak multiple languages, but still needs subtitles. God, I love being right /j

Fr tho, it’s really awesome having him back so soon. Maybe a little early, but I’m not complaining lol. From the sounds of it, he’ll be a reoccurring villain like SMG3 used to be, which I’m honestly relieved by. It’ll be rlly refreshing having a silly antagonist again honestly. I’m looking forward to seeing more of this fricken nerd lol

Also if you guys have any suggestions or requests please let me know! Questions and comments are also appreciated! Thanks and have a great day!

[quitefair]

The Temple of Mythal and Greek Sculpture

Or: How Bioware takes from history without any nuance.

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Picture this. You're me, playing Inquisition for the first time. You get to the Temple of Mythal, the doors shut behind you and you finally get to look around. It's a typical elven ruin for the game, nothing much seems different...

Hold on.

Hold the fuck on.

You know what that is.

You know what that's based on, and for a long time after it tickles you. Oh, maybe that meant something in the grander scheme of things! We've never seen such a blatant reference to a real-life sculpture anywhere else in game (to my knowledge at the time)! Maybe it'll come up later and it'll all make sense!

Here's the deal. I've been bothered by this for years. The more I think about it, the more angry I become. Anger over a single fucking type of statue, you say? There's a lot of other shit to be angry over in this game, and you choose this?

YES! I CHOOSE THIS! AND THIS IS WHY.

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Picture this. You're me again, aged 14 this time. You're in the Louvre, the first museum of Western classical art you've ever been to. You've grown up in a place where this interest could only be cultivated from extra-curricular reading, and for a kid that age from my country to be ass deep in Greek and Egyptian myth is frankly lmao. Neurodivergent. Anyway.

So we're wandering around the Louvre, I've just taken my parents through the Egyptian section and given them a thorough infodump on everything I know about burial rites.

And then we enter this room. And I very nearly fall to my knees when I catch sight of her.

This is the sculpture the statues at the Temple of Mythal are based on - one Winged Victory of Samothrace.

She is a sculpture from the Hellenestic era, depicting the goddess Nike stood at the prow of a ship. Her head and both arms are missing, save one hand with two fingers (also in the Louvre but displayed separately). She was found on the Greek island of Samothrace, among the ruins of what was known as the Sanctuary of the Great Gods. It seemed like she was displayed at the top of a hill, looming down at all that regarded her.

I’ve had the absolute privilege of seeing her in person twice in my life, both before and after the 2013 restoration. And let me tell you, regardless of which staircase that leads you there, the sight of her will stop you in your tracks.

[Now with people, for scale.]

She is massive. Larger than life, and immediately is the centre of your attention. It's not the fact that she has no head, no arms. No, you will realise the closer you get to her, the more you're able to appreciate the details of this absolutely astounding piece of history.

No. It's because she feels so alive.

The way her robes drape against flesh, wet from sea-spray or rain, yet flowing with the motion of an invisible wind. The wings cast behind her dramatically as her right foot steps forward. Standing tall and proud, unflinching, unbowed against the elements. Even without her arms, you can feel how dynamic the torso and legs are.

You don't need to be an art historian, or even have any knowledge of Greek myth or art history to stand in front of her, as I once did as a young teen, and nearly be brought to tears.

So.

This brings me to the first of the two main gripes I have with the way this sculpture is used in Inquisition.

Compared to the way she's displayed in the Louvre, and also presumably how she was presented to her original audience - larger than life, looming, powerful, beautiful - she is relegated instead to smaller, repeating statues of the same nature throughout the temple.

This diminishes the purpose of the original sculpture, which was to instill a sense of awe and wonder. The singularity that forces you to focus and appreciate the scale and intricacy. The aura, the gravitas of having a single, massive sculpture of such a dynamic figure is completely gone.

And to make things worse, they Mythal-ify her. Adding a helmed head and changing her beautiful feathered wings to leathery dragon wings. They don't even add arms, which is odd because the original sculpture very clearly is missing its arms.

And, may I ask, Why?

It feels cheap, like they saw the Winged Victory and were like 'oh shit this is a cool sculpture, we should add it in game' without giving any fucking thought to what the sculpture means.

Which brings me to the second gripe. The complete disregard for the symbolism of the Winged Victory.

Detail from the Athena fountain, Parliament Building of Vienna, showing Nike the Winged Victory in the palm of Athena's hand [source]

Nike is a minor Greek deity, said to be the daughter of Pallas (a Titan) and the river Styx. Her other siblings by the same parents include Zelus (Zeal),  Bia (Might) and Kratos (Strength).

Yes. That Kratos.

She was one of the earliest gods to pledge her allegiance to Zeus in the Titonomachy, and after the victory of the Olympians, Nike and the other gods that allied with them were allowed to live on Olympus. In her aspect as Victory, she is closely associated with several of the major Greek gods, and in particular, Athena.

There's also her Roman counterpart, Victoria. This version doesn't come with the backstory Nike has, but is more of a general concept of victory. This is the aspect that is present in a lot of the modern sculptures and interpretations of Nike/Victoria:

Left: Detail from the Berlin Victory Column. Right: Detail from the Victoria Memorial, London. Note the similar iconography, of a woman seemingly standing against a strong wind, fabric and cloth adhering and yet flowing against the breeze, wings outstretched.

From this, we can probably extrapolate what our beloved Winged Victory might've looked like. Here's an artist's render of one possibility:

There's some iconography we need to go through before moving on - symbols that are commonly associated with Nike/Victoria.

One is the trumpet as see in the reconstruction above, the sound and symbol of the end of war, of impending peace. Another is the laurel wreath, another Greek symbol of victory and achievement. Famously, laurel wreaths were used to crown victors of the original Olympic games.

This is another conversation entirely, but there’s a discussion to be had about the duality of Elgar’nan and Mythal, in term of vengeance and justice, and how an emotional rage versus a calculated wisdom can be compared to the difference between the two Greek gods of war – Ares and Athena.

If we can compare Mythal to Athena, in the sense of her wisdom in making difficult decisions, then it’s not a stretch to associate Mythal with the symbolism of Nike, and therefore explain the presence of statues similar to the Winged Victory in her temple.

But since Bioware absolutely did not put this in the game for anything other than the Aesthetic, there’s some problems that need to be addressed.

Mainly in the way in which these statues are scattered throughout the temple. If you wanted static, ominous statues to line the walls as your player characters explore, perhaps have like, I dunno. Less dynamic statues that you reference?

Left: Nike of Paionos, Right: Stele 1 of Las Incantadas

Or maybe instead of statues, have friezes lining the walls. Like this one from the equally iconic Pergamon altar, depicting the Giganomanchy.

It’s the same symbolism, the wings, the smiting of foes and victory of good over evil.

And then perhaps, at the heart of the temple... where, y'know Bioware, lay a body of water sacred to Mythal herself, you could've perhaps done something remarkable. You could then have had the most dramatic and beautiful entrance you’d ever seen.

[Nike, at the iconic Daru Staircase, the Louvre]

It was at this moment that Mythal walked out of the sea of the earth's tears and onto the land. She placed her hand on Elgar'nan's brow, and at her touch he grew calm and knew that his anger had led him astray. - Codex entry: Mythal: The Great Protector

Mythal herself strides out of the Well Of Sorrows, the metaphorical tears of her followers that died and kept their knowledge alive in her name. Her (draconic) wings spread out, (restored) hands outstretched to touch her husband, to calm the rage that nearly destroyed this world.

A symbol of victory against the blind rage of a god against His father, the Sun. A symbol of wisdom and grace, against the violence of hatred. A divine sense of something bigger than anything we could imagine.

There's also the lack of iconography regarding victory, instead piling on some cheap representations of what we think of as Mythal. That's another post entirely on the symbolism of the Elven gods, but if Bioware really wanted to hone in on the Athena/Athena Nike parallels, they might have thrown in the trumpet/laurel/palm leaf symbolism with the statues, alongside the dragon wings.

If this were the case, then maybe, just maybe, Inquisition would’ve then earned the use of this sculpture in the game.

Sources not listed above/Further reading if you're interested

https://www.louvre.fr/en/explore/the-palace/a-stairway-to-victory

https://www.worldhistory.org/article/1412/winged-victory-the-nike-of-samothrace/https://smarthistory.org/nike-winged-victory-of-samothrace/

https://smarthistory.org/nike-winged-victory-of-samothrace/

https://www.khanacademy.org/humanities/ancient-art-civilizations/greek-art/hellenistic/a/nike-winged-victory-of-samothrace

[did-someone-say-aliens]

who’s your favorite bnha character?

I’m. So. Glad. You. Asked

I can never choose any one favorite character in ANYTHING be it books, shows, games, anything so BEAR WITH ME HERE. infodump incoming.

MOE KAMIJI (BURNIN) love her. queen. idc if she was only onscreen for a little bit she’s still awesome and i love her

Inko Midoriya. I feel. So bad for her this poor poor woman. Imagine seeing your son get hurt ALL THE TIME and being RIGHTFULLY worried and not being able to help. I love her. Sweetheart. This POOR WOMAN.

Ibara Shiozaki- GAH she’s so cool. her design. her overall vibes. her quirk. so cool. love her.

Kinoko Komori- do i even have to explain why i love her i mean cmon her eyes and her hair and the MUSHROOM THEME yes. j- just yes

Mawata Fuwa- I don’t. Care. If there’s barely anything known about her. I don’t care. I love her. Awesome earrings. She has pink hair. She likes sponge cake. That’s all I need to know. I don’t care. I LOVE HER.

Mina Ashido- GOD STOP FUCKING SEXUALIZING HER, FANDOM I LOVE HER. she is PINK AND SHE’S ALIEN MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS. ET IS AN ALIEN AND SHE IS KINDA SPACEY COMING FROM THE UNIVERSE TO PARTY AND GO CRAZY.

Oboro Shirakumo- No comment. If you know you know :,,(

Reiko Yanagi- AGHHHHHHHHH T-REX ARMS I love her quirk and her overall vibe she’s so silly

Tsuyu Asui (Tsu)- The fandom needs to stop sexualizing her please please please please. Same as last. FROGS. T-REX ARMS. SHE’S SO COOL

Tomura Shigaraki- Okay. So. I feel really bad for him, I feel like he’s a very decently well written villain, I like how he doesn’t have many redeeming qualities to make sure it really gets into peoples heads that he is not a good person, but fundamentally broken inside. 8 stars. 😂

Thirteen- GOD SHE NEEDS MORE LOVE?? HELLO? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL. SHE’S SO AWESOME. SHE’S SPACE THEMED FOR GODS SAKE SHE’S AWESOME. definitely in my top 5

LAST BUT NOT LEAST

Tamaki Amajiki- I think he’s very well written, which is shocking, because i figured that since lots of things in this show are kind of offensive, and the guy who CREATED the manga himself literally called himself “a bit of a perv” i figured that topics like mental health and social anxiety would be written very poorly, but no, I was pleasantly surprised by the depth of his character and how he grows, and also, I love him.

SORRY FOR THE HUGE RANT OH MY GOD i know you were expecting like one or two characters and i totally BOMBARDED you with all these people so sorry 😅

[kafus]

ok i've decided i want to infodump about vee and nova a little after all! because uhh not only am i impatient because autism but i also. want to dip my toes into talking about this. just days ago i was still terrified but now i am Tentatively Brave... if i can talk about it here casually like this then i should be able to write a more formal summary later some other time

i've tagged this post appropriately (at least i think i have, feel free to suggest if i should add more) but also a heads up here too before i keep talking that while i'm not going into graphic detail on anything there are STRONG themes of organized sexual abuse of a child, sexual abuse of animals, and grooming! (there are no disturbing visuals in this post, just text)

IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS POST THAT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE U

takes a deep breath alright so the deal with these two. back all the way in 2021, i decided i wanted to make "vent ocs" as in i just wanted some concrete/consistent designs i could use in vent art drawings that weren't a direct reflection of what i envision myself to look like or whatever. i was going through a lot in 2021, in december 2020 i had just gotten my first big repressed memory back and my life was in a whirlwind of change and heavily increased PTSD and DID symptoms, so i was using art a lot as an outlet. in the end i settled on this drawing, based on the design taste i would have had as a young person (god the quality is so old now LOL i've improved a lot but anyway)

i was intending for these two to be just visual designs and nothing more than that but i got attached and actually ended up giving them a whole storyline and everything, which is something i admittedly hadn't done in a long time up to that point so that's cool.

the reason i preface explaining the premise of the storyline with this is because i think it's important to acknowledge that these two are intrinsically tied with my real life and the feelings i experience as a CSA/OA survivor. not because i think someone has to go through awful things to write or draw about them necessarily, but because i am passionate about expressing myself. it's important for me to be seen in some way, to be heard after years of silence. it is not safe for me mentally to share the exact details of my abuse online rn (and please don't ask for them!) but i also don't want these two to be removed from the message that i survived something and this is me making art about that in an abstracted and magical way with a fictional universe that brings me a lot of comfort. i hope this makes sense lol

oh and also with that in mind if you think for even a second any of this is a weird sex thing for me or some shit please stop reading this post and go do something else with your time. this is my trauma expression and i don't need to be compared to the people i was abused by when i was a literal toddler thank you!

AANYWAY so! premise! gonna be point blank with it! vee (not her original name but shh) is born as a normal 100% human girl, aka without the eevee ears and tail. she is groomed from a very young age (like, toddler age) and eventually abducted by her groomers which happen to be members of... well right now it's team rocket because i haven't spent the time to worldbuild a new villainous pokemon organization yet. roll with me here. she is taken to a remote facility out in the middle of fucking nowhere and is never returned to her previous life or family.

Why? well i'm glad you asked! the org is running a bunch of different experiments in this facility and one of them happens to be trying to enable humans reproducing with pokemon. this doubles as both a money thing and a power thing. they seek out a child as the victim of these horrible experiments because children are easily malleable. way easier to control a child than an adult who already has a firm identity/self.

vee is the child they chose. surgery is forcibly done on her to give her working eevee ears and tail, and also like, fuck with her body chemistry and stuff. she's biologically part eevee now. yes this is bullshit pokemon magic science LMAO but she is kept in this facility and chronically sexually abused for a few years by pairing her with various mons and trying to get eggs to happen.

the experiment isn't working though so they hypothesize that giving her a dedicated partner, especially of the same evolutionary line, would help, and they raise nova from birth as an eevee to take on that role. eventually the two of them are paired together. despite the acts they are forced to commit on each other and the abuse they endure, they actually become inseparable very quickly cause like. they don't have anyone else. and also they just genuinely care about each other. additionally at this point nova has evolved into an espeon and has telepathic powers, so him and vee can communicate linguistically with each other, so you know that helps

generally my current focus of this story is in the early years, when vee is 12 and younger, before they start realizing that shit is fucked up and they need to escape (up until that hypothetical point they have been successfully groomed into believing everything happening to them was not abuse/was normal). i have left out a metric fuckton of detail here just to get across the basic premise. i am constantly exploring vee's psyche, nova's psyche, it's like an in depth exploration of the mind of an abused child in horrific circumstances and god it's cathartic. i love these two so fucking much

btw i guess this art has more context now huh haha after i infodumped off the plot to my sister they looked at this art again and was like. OHHH THIS IS EVEN MORE OMINOUS AND HARD TO LOOK AT WITH CONTEXT. AND I WAS LIKE YEAH!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! THE SYMBOLISM!! ETC!!!!

uh yeah if you read this far thank you and i just wanna say i've been building up the courage to talk about these two for GENUINELY two years, it has been over 2 full years since that initial drawing, and i am nervous and jittery posting this but i do not want to die without having shared my work with the world and i'm willing to take the risks to get my voice out there. so you reading it is very much appreciated ur like my first step into being more confident as a survivor lol

oh and fwiw despite these guys being so correlated with my trauma it's not offensive to make headcanons or ask me questions about them or compliment darker art of them however you want, in fact i love that shit!! please i've been holding these guys back for two years i have so much to say that hasn't been said. as much as i am nervous i am EXCITED

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ WVBA At A Party ☆

So uhh tw for alcohol mention,emetophobia other than that its ok

Glass Joe

- doing his best not to get thrown into a dance circle

- anxious as fuck

- piston hondo (drunk as shit) keep trying to explain star wars lore to him

- hes just nodding and pretending to understand, he cant because hes speaking in japanese

- had some drinks & passed out because he doesnt take alcohol well

- woke up on the roof because some drunk bastard decided to put him onto there, theres now a investigation about trying to find who put Joe on the roof

- will hold your drink for you

- keeps getting dragged into doing dumb shit by aran ryan

Von Kaiser

- buzzed, looks like hes on the verge of death

- at the karaoke bar, killing it, yess grandpa slayyyy one foot in the grave one foot in the rave

- keeps chugging like hell, look at him go

- teaching some random people how to do traditional german dances

- randomly starts sobbing

- bear hugger has to stop him from chugging another bottle of whiskey

Disco Kid

- thrown into the dance circle, killing it

- spamming everyones phones with really positive texts

- "YUO AR TAKENTED SNF CAN DK SNYTHING YKU PUT YOU4 NINF UBTO" (You are really talented and can do anything you put your mind into)

-"thank you : )"

- "YOU SRE LIVEF ANR 4SKEBT2D,,,,ÖOCE YOURDRKF" (You are loved, love yourself)

- wasted

- giving out free hugs

- had a really good dance off with aran ryan

- fell down a flight of stairs and got up like it was nothing

- dancing the pain away

Piston Hondo

- avoiding the dance circle like its a death sentence

- explaining the star wars lore to glass joe in japanese

- will hate himself in the morning

- speaking really broken japanglish with bear hugger

- keeps lifting up von kaiser & running away as he holds him

- partying hard

- randomly starts speaking about stuff, you could be talking about how you ran over a man and his son just yesterday and he'll be like "Do you like sailor moon"

- tried to eat a glass of water, sad because he got stopped

- randomly got stuck in a british accent

King Hippo

- passed out on the floor

- someone help him please

- people keep trying to use him as a trampoline

- randomly gets up and starts to talk about sea slugs

- he just leaves after that,he is done

Great Tiger

- only sober person here

- has to stop piston hondo from explaining the star wars lore to random people

- making sure everyone is hydrated

- victim of disco kids positive texts

- gathers drunk passed out people and puts them somewhere safe so nobody gets hurt

- oh my god he is on the verge of tears from all this stress he needs help

- ended up sobbing into disco kids arms after it all got too stressful

- he could really use a break

- will hold your drink,may switch it out with water if he decides youve had enough for tonight

Don Flamenco

- too distracted too go to the dance circle

- keeps singing & referencing dumb stuff while anyone talks to him, he just has 0 thoughts right now

- "i feel like im never gonna amount to anything in my life, it just feels like im destined to end up dying alone-"

- "FIESTA SALSA QUİNCEAÑERA-"

- "why do i even bother"

- drinking cocktails like someones gonna take it away from him if he doesnt inhale it within 10 seconds

- keeps trying to call carmen

- stumbling like hell

- someone needs to tape his mouth shut

- asking the dumbest shit ever to carmen as he texts her

- "would you still love me if i was a muppet,,"

- "would you still be able to control yourself or would you need to be used like a actual muppet??"

- "i dont knwo im durnk"

Bear Hugger

- will not go into the dance circle, ever

- singing sea shanties & suddenly has the personality of a ye olden sailor

- someone convinced him to wax his legs

- confused as shit when he wakes up in the morning

- listening to hondo infodump about sailor moon, intrigued

- will laugh at anything, laughed at Macho mans left eyebrow for a solid 40 minutes

- passed out for a hour after that

- brought a random frog from the nearest pond & named it Buddy, buddy was never seen again after someone threw him out of a window

- ate candle wax, he just did, he somehow stomached it

- sober yet wasted, tapdancing on that line between mentally not present & aware

Aran Ryan

- drunk but has a camera, recording whatever happens

- "guys... this little pocket sized eejit is stuck on the roof... what the fuck.. get him off of there"

- will do anything you dare him to do, got dared to throw someones TV out of the window, the rest is history

- eated a bees

- chased piston hondo with a chair, you havent known true fear until a irishman with a camera & chair is chasing you while yelling like a psychopath while youre talking about star wars lore

- called glass joe "Glasses Jonathan"

- mourned the loss of buddy with bear hugger

- on his hater routine, texting back discos positive messages with mean messages

Soda Popinski

- sober, enjoying the show

- in the dance circle, busting it down

- dehydrated because theres no soda :(

- trying to convince aran ryan to eat a pair of headphones

- gives out water to anyone who appears drunk & asks for a drink telling them its "strong stuff" Just to see them smile & hydrate themselves

- enjoying the karaoke

- also mourning the loss of buddy, thought he was really cool

Bald Bull

- scared of the dance circle

- drunk but his social anxiety is still acting up

- mom i threw up pose when he zones out & stares into the void

- standing in the corner or clinging onto don flamenco because he cant manage crowds well

- getting second hand embarrasment from don flamencos singing

- people keep using the top of his head as a mirror

- clinging onto the nearest extroverts he knows well

- "what if everyone thinks i look like a complete idiot standing in the corner"

- Just really anxious & stressed, he doesnt manage social events well

- needs some silence

Super Macho Man

- thinks hes a good dancer, looks like hes having a stroke, dancing is not for him, especially drunk dancing

- people keep calling him grandpa

- sobbing over any minor event that effects him even slightly negatively

- sobbed over the loss of buddy

- crying over everything

- sobbing on the bathroom floor because he threw up so hard he felt like his soul left him

- hes literally just crying

- tried to do karaoke through his tears, couldnt sing the tears away

Mr Sandman

- pushed into the dance circle, accidentally made a conga line, who knew a conga line full of drunk men could be so fun?

- watching aran ryan eat weird shit & cheering him on because he thinks its funny

- bald bull tried to make a "man me a sand" joke to him, ended up looking like he was having a seizure

- "Mr sandman.. Sand.. The man?.. Sand man.. Uhhh, man him a sand-"

- "bull please lay down"

- enjoying bear huggers sea shanties

- trying to get glass joe off the roof

- fell asleep using a freezer as a pillow

Extra

- narcis showed up to tell everyone that theyre losers & left

- doc louis left early with mac as soon as the alcohol drinking started

[sonicstalker123]

Protective!Korekiyo x Injured!Reader

CW: Blood, injuries, mentions of chapter 2’s victim, bruises

✨she/her pronouns will be used!✨

Korekiyo is in his lab, admiring all of the items and strangely Angie is in there too, creating a sketch of the god dog statue while Kiyo is infodumping telling her everything he knows about it and seances he’s done in the past.

“Nyahaha! Very inspiring, Kiyo! Have you ever talked to any of the spirits you summon?” Angie asks.

“Mmm, only spirits that have had grudges against other people and then I’ve… helped… out spirits and helped them move on to the afterlife.” Kiyo responds.

“Neat! I’m gonna finish this art piece and give it to you when I’m done, okay? Bye-onara!” Angie leaves.

“Angie is the last person I’d expect to come and visit my wonderful lab and genuinely showed interest in the things here. The only other person that shows interest is Y/N, the way her eyes sparkle when I first showed her everything is something I’ll never forget. It was very adorable. Speaking of which, where is she? We had plans to go to the garden and tell her some stories because she loves listening to them.”

Kiyo leaves his lab and wanders around, with a determined look in his eyes. He runs to a nearby classroom and looks around. “Odd. She comes here occasionally when she just needs a quiet space that usually nobody enters. Y/N comes in here when something serious is on her mind or if she is troubled about something. I learn new things about her all the time.”

Surprisingly enough, Kiyo runs very fast.

“I wonder where she could be. Could she be in her room perhaps?” Kiyo makes his way towards Y/N’s room and knocks on the door. No response. He decides to wait for a bit. After about five minutes he gets worried and calls her phone. Kiyo’s phone continues to ring and nobody picks it up.

He decides to call again and weirdly enough Kaito answers it. “Y/N? Where are you? Are you al-”Kaito interrupts him. “Yo, who is th- Wait… Kiyo??? Where are YOU? Something bad happened at the pool and everybody else is here and we were wondering where you were at. Ya know what? It doesn’t matter. Come to the pool immediately. Monokuma is here too.” Kaito hangs up.

Kiyo decides to text “Y/N” when he starts walking to the pool. ‘Kaito. I’m on my way.’ SEND.

“Hopefully Y/N is there, I just wonder why she wouldn’t message me or give me a call.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist eventually makes his way to the pool. He got lost for a little bit lol

He opens the door and everybody turns their head towards Kiyo. He looks at Y/N and is surprised. “Oh my. Why is she face down on the ground? Why does it look like the pool is a faint shade of red?”

Gonta picks her up and gently rolls her over and Y/N has bruises and blood on her arms and legs. Everybody gasps. His surprised feeling quickly turns to anger once he put the pieces together.

“WHAT HAPPENED. WHO DID THIS? Why is she bloody.”

“Well dipshit, it’s obvious she was attacked. Maybe she was thrown in the pool after she was attacked so she would drown.” Miu says, rolling her eyes. 

“Um… Kiyo.. Kirumi spotted her while she was cleaning and got my attention and Kaito got everybody else.” Tsumugi states.

Kokichi sneaks up to Y/N and starts slapping her in the face continuously, trying to wake her up. “Kokichi, stop! You’re going to make Kiyo even more ma-“ Kaede exclaims while Kiyo turns his head and stands right behind Kokichi. Kokichi sees his shadow and flinches. He eventually stops. He’s actually kind of scared.

“Are you trying to hurt her even more? If so, I will tear out your nerves.” Kiyo asks angrily.

“Grrr… you degenerate male! You should know better to not lay a hand on a girl! Especially my friends!” Tenko exclaims. She gets into a battling stance, wanting to beat the shit out of Kokichi.

Gonta starts to pat her on the back, in hopes of getting Y/N to cough up the water. “Please wake up for not just Gonta, but for all of friends…”

Kiyo walks up to Y/N and sits on his knees next to her. He picks her up and gives her a gentle hug, not knowing what else to do.

Moments pass and he feels that she’s getting warmer (aka blushing) and eventually coughs up a bunch of water.

Kiyo’s eyes widen, along with everybody else. Y/N tries to speak but she’s too busy coughing.

Y/N eventually stops and looks around in a panic. “What- where- KIYO? You’re here?”

Kiyo smiles and nods, putting his hand on her head, almost like he’s protecting her. Y/N smiles real big, still blushing.

“Damn Y/N, were you THAT thirsty or what?” Miu asks, laughing. Everybody but Y/N just gives Miu a LOOK that says ‘are you actually serious right now’.

Almost like “🤨”

Y/N starts to laugh under her breath and everybody then turns to look at Y/N. “Miu-“

Miu turns to look at Y/N, confused. “Yeah?”

Y/N just starts to laugh… like a genuine laugh. Everybody is just dumbfounded.

“I- That joke was… hahaha- very funny!” Y/N exclaims while trying to catch her breath.

“Wowwww, Y/N, you’re like the ONLY person who finds Miu’s dirty jokes funny.” Kokichi says while rolling his eyes.

Kiyo then starts to look at everybody in the room. “Anyways, Y/N, do you remember who your attacker was? Do you remember what they looked like?”

Y/N starts thinking to herself. “Umm, uhh…whoever it was… was short. I only saw a silhouette. I only saw them for a brief second…. I think everything went black? I could’ve been attacked and pushed out the window.”

Ryoma shudders. “I’ve destroyed the mafia before, but how come somebody falling out of a window send chills down my spine..? Odd.”

Kiyo then looks at Ryoma, Himiko and Kokichi rather menacingly, eyes glowing.

Himiko is the only one who’s actually terrified. Ryoma sighs. “You don’t need to suspect me, I was practicing tennis in my room.”

“Why would you suspect me? I have nothing against Y/N!” Kokichi yells.

“LIES! Just last week you pulled a massive prank on Y/N by hiding a bunch of her belongings! Some of them are STILL missing!” Kiyo yells with a hint of growl.

Kokichi starts laughing. “That’s hilarious!! She’s just such an easy target. She’s just dumb. I could prank the absolute shit out of her and nobody without suspect a thing.”

Korekiyo growls. “How DARE you say such a thing?”

“Oh man! It seems like you’re upset with me! I probably should’ve lied!”

Y/N looks up at her boyfriend. “Kiyo… I greatly appreciate you protecting me, you don’t know how much it means to me…”

“But of course, Y/N, you’re very precious to me. I would do anything for you.” Kiyo responds.

Y/N looks at Kokichi and growls. “You’re the one who took my prized belongings?!” Her eyes glow.

Kokichi sighs. “LIKE I’VE SAID BEFORE… Y/N… you’re so slow and a—“

Y/N dashes towards Kokichi with intense anger. She tackles him and glares at him rather intensely. “You need to learn to shut your fucking mouth, you motherfucker.”

“Y/N, please stop! Fighting with Kokichi will get us nowhere. We need to figure out who hurt you. But first. Monokuma! Come on out!” Kiibo yells and Monokuma pops up.

“What’s up? You called?” Monokuma responds.

“Take her to a nearby hospital!” Kiibo responds back.

“Well, alright, she hasn’t broken any rules. We have to go all the way to Jabberwock Island for that, are you SURE you wanna risk her dying? She might bleed out.”

Kaito and Kiyo look at her and then Monokuma. “Take her. Kiyo will kill us if she doesn’t come back so she better come back, Monokuma!”

“I wasn’t going to give you a choice really, just felt like doing a bit of trolling. As long as she, or anybody else for that matter, don’t break the rules, anybody can go to the hospital. Ah-ah-ah, you can’t come in here, Korekiyo, there’s no room.”

The Monokuma ambulance disappears in the blink of an eye.

Himiko notices some arrows. “Arrows? I bet this was used to attack her. Nyeh? What’s a necklace doing in the pool?”

“A necklace??? I thought that was one of the missing items. Does it have *insert your star sign here* on it?” Kaito asks.

Himiko nods.

“Why and HOW do you know about her necklace, Kaito?” Korekiyo asks.

“Dude, she wears it almost every day. It has a star sign on it and me being the Luminary of the Stars, I had to ask her about it and what star sign it was. And plus I got it for her, I thought it would be something she’d like, it combines our favorite things. Me? Stars and Y/N? Necklaces.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist walks into the pool and grabs the necklace, which was like four feet deep.

“You walked into the pool?! JUST LIKE THAT???? Holy shit, dude. Mad respect.” Kaito responds.

“But now your clothes are soaking wet and dripping water drops everywhere. Go change your clothes and come back here.” Kaede politely demands.

“I’ll be staying here, looking around for clues.” He responds.

Kaede shrugs and starts looking around with Shuichi. Korekiyo walks up to the arrows and notices something sparkly on the arrows. He then looks at the window and sighs. “Dear Y/N, who did this to you?” He hears his phone chime and looks at it. “Y/N??? How is she typing right now?”

‘Hi kiyo, at jabberwock island, hard to type with glass in my arms. I’ll be ok. Love u, they’re taking me to get the glass removed rn, hope to see u soon 🥰’

“GLASS?” Korekiyo exclaims.

“She fell from window, she bound to have glass in arm.” Gonta responds.

“Poor thing, she must be in pain right now. Glass in her arms, she’s bruised and bloody.” Tsumugi responds.

“I noticed that the arrows were sparkly. It’s odd, unless it was Himiko. I doubt it though.” Shuichi states.

Himiko sighs. “Nyeh… I was the one who accidentally hurt her. I was practicing my magic with arrows and she unfortunately went flying out of my window. With the arrows.”

“Himiko’s magic is real?! And she’s not just saying random shit???” Kaito asks.

Himiko doesn’t say anything and leaves the room with a deep and upset sigh.

✨time skip to a few days in the future✨

Kiyo sits on the floor and sighs, burying his face in his hands. Suddenly his phone starts playing a tune. “That’s my ringtone… Y/N?!” He quickly answers.

“Hey, I’m still in the hospital but I figured I’d give you a call in c-case you wanted to hear me s-speak. Damn these IVs are making me super sleepy… can you visit me? It’s… kinda lonely here…”

“On it, dear. See you in a little bit.”

Y/N giggles and says “alrighty” as she ends the call.

Kiyo makes it to the hospital, almost as if Himiko used her magic to get him there.

He finds his beloved, completely passed out from the medicine. “Hah, there she is. Safe. Okay. Thank the dog god.”

“I a-a-assume you’re the one that Y-Y-Y/N was talking about?” Mikan asks while walking up to him. Korekiyo nods. “W-We found a t-total of 53 shards in her a-arms. We got her wounds s-stitched up t-t-too. She will b-be o-o-okay soon.”

Haha iykyk the 53 joke

“I see… thank you.”

Mikan leaves and Korekiyo sits next to Y/N and holds her hand. “Y/N, we know who did this, Himiko did it. She confessed. I’m sure the others are justifiably mad at her. You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Korekiyo holds her hand.

✨time skip to a few days✨

Y/N walks through the hallways, relieved to see everyone, minus Kokichi and Himiko. She ignores them both.

“Hey, welcome back, Y/N!!! You good now? Here’s your necklace! Kiyo here found it and walked STRAIGHT into the water for it. It was super badass!” Kaito exclaims.

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sunflower, chapter fourteen

summary: how quickly the rose-coloured glasses can be ripped off in the morning

warnings:  playing with each other (handjob and stuff), kinda spit kink?, domestic? dirty talk, praise, doctor kink, food, anxiety, crying, slight meltdown 

word count: 2406

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Warm soft light streamed through the windows. You rolled over onto your side to look out it, careful not to wake the sleeping figure beside you. It was so calm and serene this early in the morning. The sky looked like a dream. The clouds were a soft pink colour, making them look like cotton candy. 

Since Spencer’s injury, not a day had gone by where you hadn’t slept here at night, in his bed. Surprisingly, it hadn’t been a hard transition and even though he now was technically healed enough to not need your help anymore, you still stayed, not even thinking twice about going back to your own bed. 

Hearing a soft exhale, you felt the mattress move behind you, and then a hand reached out, in search of your body. Catching it with your own, you heard him hum in bliss. Looking at him over your shoulder, you saw him slowly blink his eyes open, still hazy from sleep.

Catching your eye, he smiled, “morning.” 

His voice was extra deep and gravely, having not yet been used to infodump. The sound sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hey,” you replied softly.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not long,” you smiled, “the sky is so pretty this morning, look,” you nodded over towards the view. 

“Oh waow…” he breathed out, “it looks like that painting you did last month, the one with the river?”

God, he could talk about absolutely anything and make your pussy throb. Taking a sharp inhale, you turned to lie on your back and squirmed lightly at the reaction his rough voice shot through your body. Looking down you giggled and squeezed his hand. 

Changing the subject you asked amidst your giggle, “do you want a hand with that?”

Following your eye line down to see what you were talking about, he chuckled and lifted your hand up to kiss the back of it, “yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I really really would,” you said completely entranced.

Taking a moment to smile at your eagerness, he opened your palm and let the eye contact linger. He let a dollop of his spit fall into it, then lowered it to his groin. Wrapping your hand around his morning wood, slowly beginning to pump it up and down, spreading the lubrication.

He reached his hand out to tug up your shirt, letting your tits spill out, “fuck. How did I get so lucky as to enjoy the privilege of waking up next to you?” palming one lightly. 

Lifting your knees, you breathed out, “oh if you could see yourself right now, there is no doubt that I’m the lucky one.”

Slowly dragging the duvet down, he touched your thigh as you parted them for him. Running his hand over your covered center, he asked, “what if every morning could be just like this?”

Chuckling, you focused your attention on the head of his cock, “what, touching each other first thing in the morning? Sure, I literally live right next door.”

“No, I mean waking up, next to you. What if you lived here?” your movements stopped at his suggestion.

“What?” you let out a breathy chuckle.

“Move in with me,” he asked, then quickly added, “or I could move in with you.”

“You really mean that?” 

“Of course, I do.”

Smiling, you slowly resumed your hand’s movements, “okay.”

“Okay?”

Scooting closer to kiss him, you repeated, “okay.” 

Feeling his fingers dip down under your waistband, you kissed him deeply, though cutting it short by moaning out as he put the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, “I want it to be here, I don’t wanna go back.”

“Yeah, you wanna live here with me, huh?” he smiled, lifting his chin slightly.

“Yes,” you shuttered.

Placed his forehead against yours, “you being here every day since I was shot didn’t give me the desire, it only strengthened it. Now I know for sure that I want you to be the first and the last thing I see every day.”

His words made you pick up your speed on his hard cock. 

“When I get home late from a case, I want to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake you,” he continued. Nuzzling his nose lightly with yours for the extra contact, “I wanna see your things mixed in with mine. I wanna see your toothbrush next to my own. I wanna find that yellow mug all around my apartment because it’s always in use. I want you here, with me.”

Deciding to tease a bit, you mumbled, “be honest, you just don’t wanna go back to having to walk those few steps to my door in order to kiss me,” you began to kiss his jawline, “to touch me,” dancing them down to the good side of his neck, “or to fuck me.”

Keeping his movements locked on your small pearl, not daring to dip down to insert his fingers inside you, “is that what you want? For me to fuck you at any time, any place, now that we live together?” struggling to keep your eyes open, you hummed in conformation, “do you like the idea of me just bending you over no matter where we are? Interrupt whatever you might be doing just to have a taste?” 

Bringing your free hand up to tweak your nipples, you moaned, “please, you can have me whenever you want. I’m yours.”

“Are you gonna tease me too? Walk around the apartment in next to nothing? Purposefully give me that look that makes my mind melt and my cock hard in mere seconds?”

“What look?” you kissed his shoulder.

Grabbing onto your chin, he lifted your head to gaze into your eyes, “that one. Sometimes, still, when you look at me, it’s like that. Cheeks flush, pupils the size of saucers and breathing heavy. Most of the time I don’t even know what I did to deserve that look.”

“Everything you do is like magic to me.”

“Oh, I can a coin appear and disappear as much as you want, you just have to ask,” his genuine offer made you laugh, “what?”

“Only you could find a way to make that actually work as dirty talk.”

“Hey, you started it,” he giggled.

“I was just using the word magic as a way to put into words just how attractive you are to me.”

“Oh, I know, my offer still stands though.” 

“Well, thank you, doctor,” you tried to say as seductively as possible, noticing the stunned expression your words caused him to get, “if living with you means more magic tricks, then I’m happy.”

“Fuck,” he shuttered, “say that again.”

“What, that I like your magic tricks?”

“No, the other thing.”

“Doctor?” you tried and smiled at the obvious shiver it sent down his spine. He nodded and closed his eyes, “isn’t that what everyone calls you?”

Panting, he replied, “it does not sound like that when they say it.”

Biting your lip, trying not to break into laughter at the visceral reaction your words had caused, “do you like it when I call you doctor?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, it should be illegal just how good you make that sound,” he opened his eyes again and kissed you deeply, then whispered against your lips, “please keep playing with your tits like that for me, it looks so good.”

Gliding your hand over to give some attention to the slightly neglected one, you squeezed it, leaning back a bit to give him a good view, “like this, doctor?”

“Yeah,” growled, “fuck, exactly like that baby, I’m so close.”

Tightening your grip ever so slightly, “please, Spencer, please come for me.”

His hips started buckling, and soon his eyes rolled back, letting out a low groan. Keeping your movements up, it wasn’t long before you felt his hand come to slow yours down, too entranced by his expression to stop once he so obviously had finished.

Oversensitive, you kept your hand wrapped around his throbbing dick. You were so close yourself, seeing him like that was almost enough to make you go over the edge.

“Spencer,” you whined, pleating for him to help give you what he had just had the honour of feeling. Taking your hand back, you clutched onto his t-shirt, surely stretching it out. With a long intoxicating exhale, he rolled over to hover on top of you. 

“What is it, Y/n, huh? What do you want?” he slurred, slowing his fingers’ circular motions down just to draw it out longer. 

“I, fuck-, please,”

“Is this what you want?” he cooed, giving you the pressure and speed, you were asking for. You moaned loudly in conformation, now holding him close with both of your hands fisting his shirt. “Please show me how pretty you are when you come. Please show me what I now have the privilege of seeing anytime, anywhere,” you let your eyes close, being right on the edge, “first thing in the morning, in the shower before work, on the couch when I’m reading, in the kitchen, trying your best not to let the distraction make you burn the food. Please show me what I get to look forward to.” 

And when he finally saw it click into place, he praised with a smile, “there you go.”

Slowly stopping his movements, he still kept his hand there, just gently holding you. Nudging his nose against yours, you opened your eyes again and looked up at his blissful expression.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, looking over your features. 

Snaking your hands up, past the fresh pink scar, to hold his face, you brought it down to kiss him sweetly, then replied, “I love you too Spencer.”

Dipping down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, he just stayed there a minute, breathing in your sent, trying to stay in the moment for as long as he could. Meanwhile, you just ran your fingertips up and down his back, soaking in the intimacy as well.

Like all things, the moment came to an end, and he reluctantly crawled off you and stood up.

“You hungry?” he asked as he put on his glasses.

“Starving,” you answered, dreamily looking over your boyfriend as he adjusted his pyjamas back into place. 

Turning around he caught sight of what you were doing and chuckled, “you literally just-… okay, what would you like.”

“Ummm, I’m kinda in the mood for porridge,” you stretched, trying to fight the lovely hormones your orgasm had given you and the urge to just fall back asleep. 

Ripping the covers off, you swung out of bed and pitter-pattered to the kitchen. Looking over your shoulder, you asked, “what do you want?”

Slowly following you, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “uh, coffee.”

Raising your eyebrows at him, “and?”

Clearly struggling with the options, usually just opting for his sugary beverage and not a full meal, “you know what, porridge does sound great.”

“Great!” you got out a small pot from the cabinet, “I’ll make some for the both of us.”

“I can help-“

“No,” you injected, “you, my pretty, will sit right there and let me work my magic.”

Doing as you commanded, he sat down on the chair and smiled at your rustling. Then, suddenly your phone rang in the other room. Your hands being full, you asked Spencer to go get it and he happily obliged. 

Handing it to you, you saw who it was and answered it with a smile, “hi Stevie, what’s up?”

“Y/n! you are not going to believe this!” they squealed through the phone.

“What is it, what happened?”

“Jefferson Memorial Art Gallery wants to do an exhibition of your work!”

“They what?”

“They wanna display some of your pieces! Oh, and get a few new ones! Isn’t that amazing?”

“Oh my god, I don’t know what to say.”

“We can talk about it later, I’ll come over and go over everything with you. God, there’s gonna be a party for you and everything!”

“I’ll see you then,” you hung up, completely stunned, not at all believing the news you had just received.

Reading your expression, Spencer asked, “what just happened?”

“I, um, a gallery wants to display my work.”

“Really? That’s amazing!” he beamed. 

“Yeah,” you laughed, shaking your head slightly just to see if you were awake, “this is insane… they wanna show my work, they want new pieces too! And there’s gonna be a party- “you froze at the last words, panic filling your eyes, “there-, there’s gonna be a- “finding his eyes, you choked out, “Spencer.”

His smile instantly disappeared, “okay, it’s okay,” he softly touched your arm.

“No, it’s not!” you cried, reaching out to support yourself on the counter. Fuck, your balance was slipping out of your grasp, “I can’t do that!” you crumbled down on the floor.

Swiftly turning off the stove, he followed you down. 

Finding his hand and holding it tight, now hyperventilating, you repeated, “I can’t do that!” hiding your face in your knees, “I can’t go to a party all by myself? And one in my honour? Then it will be impossible to just hide!”

“You won’t be alone,” he tried to calm you, “your sibling will be there, and so will I.”

Looking up at him with red eyes, “you will?”

“Of course, I will. And not just because I love your work and wanna celebrate this incredible thing, but if you want me there, if that could somehow make it even just a little better, then I will. I love you.”

“I guess if I could just hide behind you all night, it might be a little easier. You’d really do that? What if you have a case? You’ll probably be back at work by then.”

“Y/n, I will be there. If it helps you, then I’ll be there. But even so, it’s completely alright for you not to go,” placing a hand on your knee, drawing soothing circles with his thumb. 

Exhaling deeply, you decided, “no, I should be there. This is a huge thing, I should participate.”

“We can come up with a plan?” he suggested, running his palm up and down your shin, “how to make it easier and what to do if you wanna get out of there.”

Wiping your cheeks, “yeah, that’s a good idea.”

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[hellobitchlet]

Thoughts on Natlan act 3 and 4:

Act 3-

- there is seriously no point to giving Traveler an ancient name. They're very obviously just being given one bc the writers want to show off how amazing they are at everything again. If the whole point of ancient names is that it's solely a Natlan thing, then there's no point in Traveler getting one. Why were they and Paimon scrambling to get one? You're already being praised and given new abilities constantly, you don't fucking need it.

- that aside, Xilonen gave a decent explanation of how ancient names and the night kingdom work. I didn't feel like act 1 or 2 explained anything properly beyond "it sure exists and is important to the super special archon's plans", but Xilonen explaining that deeds have to happen inside of Natlan and be recorded and acknowledged by the Wayob (who will only acknowledge ppl from Natlan) was easy to understand and made perfect sense. My only problem here is that it should've been explained this cleanly back in act 1, before we started using ancient names for drama. Because, you know, maybe I would've cared more about it then?

- the Ororon stuff would've been much more interesting and tense if it wasn't introduced by... being randomly told to you. In the middle of an unrelated plotline. And then spending the whole fucking time assuring you that he's a great person while you follow a trail. And doing nothing else except experience Citlali's inner thoughts. That was literally the entire build up to meeting him.

- despite it being handled in the most boring way possible (and god, do I want to emphasize that they handled it in a boring way), I do like the plotline between Citlali, Ororon, and Capitano. It's a lot more interesting than the basic ass saving Natlan plot, which is about as much of a stereotypical hero plot as they could've made it. I honestly adore Citlali and Ororon now, they're definitely my favorites of the Natlan cast. Like, they had actual on screen conflict with one another for a few minutes! They care sooo much about each other and it was shown through their actions and interactions with each other instead of just monologuing it to Traveler. The bar is below the fucking ground...

- I especially enjoyed seeing Citlali getting drunk and accidentally spilling about her problems. However... it's funny (read: annoying) to think about how long it's taken for this to actually fucking happen when Kaeya and Venti have been here since the beginning, and about how much Kaeya and Venti have been shit on for being alcoholics. It was probably one of the best character building moments I have ever seen from Genshin, but man, a newly introduced Natlan character should not have been the first one to do this.

- "we've only known each other for a few days, right? What would you think of me if I were to start dumping all my complaints on you after we've only just met?" Oh thank god she has some actual self awareness. I wish other characters (playable and npc) would stop infodumping their entire backstories the moment they're introduced. Ultimately, the awkward telepathy moment that they're probably never going to explain served the same purpose. But that wasn't something she was doing on purpose, so I'm willing to forgive her for it and pin it on the writers instead.

-it really sucks that they're being so confusing about Citlali's age. You know it's because of Hoyo's refusal to make playable characters that aren't 1000% conventionally attractive. They're seriously trying to give us a teacher/student relationship in which the teacher is supposed to be significantly older than the student and NOT give her a single wrinkle. She also kept saying stuff that implied she would age to be hundreds of years old, so I want to be interested in that, but it just got caught up in the confusion of "wtf is her age?!"

- I got increasingly annoyed every time Traveler shared the Capitano stuff with others. You fucking idiot!!! He specifically told you not to do that!!! You barely even doubted Mavuika even though you barely know her and she's mostly just been standing around going "trust me on this bc I know what I'm doing" this whole time!!! Are you sure you even care about what he had to say?! Because he specifically said he would tell you if you actually fucking listened to him, which you are going out of your way to NOT do!!! Just a few real life months ago you were acting all buddy-buddy with Arlecchino!!! Can you be consistent about your opinions on the Fatui for one second!!!

- they were really trying super hard to make Capitano wanting to save Natlan mysterious, and make him have ulterior motives (like literally every other harbinger since Scara), but like... First off, this is the last gnosis the Fatui doesn't have, and second, he directly said that Mavuika failing would be bad for the rest of Teyvat as well. He already had perfectly good reasons. You don't need to make yet another harbinger have ulterior motives.

- I almost liked the Chasca and Chuychu moment. But I say almost because... there was no fucking point to it except to tell you that the Fatui found an ancient relic. You were just stuck in dialogue box hell that made a weak attempt at pretending there was gameplay by putting a timer on single dialogue options (not even being given multiple options? really?). That whole thing should've been a sneaking sequence with Traveler. There's literally no reason why it wasn't one. It wouldn't even require good writing to add that. Just have Mavuika say that someone found a large Fatui camp, and have Traveler volunteer to sneak in to check it out. Then, you could've had Traveler finding the relic, and maybe finding Capitano and Ororon and follow them to the domain while they discuss their plan. There you go. That would've saved you a lot of time stuck in dialogue boxes, by removing this sequence and the Ororon memory sequence and replacing it with an extended period of gameplay.

-However, the role reversal and the actually showing how good the sisters are at working together improved their characters a lot for me. Chasca doesn't feel as much like a Shenhe copycat when fighting with Chuychu. But even then, it was very annoying when it turned into "don't worry, we don't actually mean what we say! We're just stubborn!" immediately after their sequence. I could fucking tell, Genshin. I'm not a child.

Act 4-

- ...in theory, initially fighting with Capitano and eventually convincing him to help us is an okay storyline. But none of this felt like fighting him! We literally spent the whole fucking time following him and his troops around and debating what his intentions are! And no, a single fancy cutscene unrelated to Traveler doesn't count! We never got to hear his side of the story until after he failed, and he just had a 10 second spat with Mavuika, revealed that he's from Khaenri'ah, and reluctantly agreed to Mavuika's plan within 5 minutes.

- also, after Fontaine offloaded the majority of Furina's backstory onto an inner monologue in act 5 that just reiterated what we already knew about her, I am not a fan of poor Ororon getting a similar treatment in the end. It's not as bad bc it served a purpose in the story besides "look at how sad he is!", but suddenly becoming one of the special heroes his super special archon wanted and having no objections was a really boring ending to what started off as the first on screen playable ch vs playable ch conflict we've had since like... Childe in Liyue I think? Hoyo is lucky that it has cultivated fandoms that see monologues and sudden info dumps as good writing.

-I'm glad that seelies are finally confirmed to be angels, and that we're getting more proper Celestia lore, but once again, Hoyo is lucky that it has cultivated fandoms that see monologues and sudden info dumps as good writing.

- I have mixed feelings about Capitano's backstory and intentions. On one hand, I like that he's from Khaenri'ah, and I'm very glad that he knows the abyss sibling and Dain. I really like the Khaenri'ah related parts. On the other hand, I'm not a fan of the Natlan parts of his backstory. As I've said before, I'm really fed up with Genshin tailoring harbinger backstories so that they're part of the lore of the nation they show up in, instead of Snezhnaya. And I'm even more fed up with them making every harbinger have different goals that are unrelated to the Fatui. I've talked about this before in this post.

-going back to the point about his goals, his backstory can still perfectly serve as an explanation for why he's helping the Tsaritsa, with or without the Natlan part. You still didn't need to pull any of the special motives stuff. It would've made perfect sense to say that Capitano (+ Tsaritsa as well maybe) was afraid that the destruction of Natlan could interfere with their plan, so Tsaritsa has been sending him and some troops to deal with the situation and try to get the gnosis in the process. But, of course, Mavuika would fight back and be a powerful opponent, so this mini war between them has been going on for a while, which would tie back to Varka's letter from Weinleslfest first mentioning him going to Natlan 2 years ago.

-...oh, wait. That Weinleslfest moment and Mika's backstory was probably just to remind you that he and Varka existed and foreshadow him being in Natlan and didn't actually mean anything. I know this isn't related to Natlan at all, I just felt like saying it. We don't talk about Mika enough, okay?

- with all that being said, after how much I hated Arlecchino, and Dottore being used as a scapegoat to make playable harbingers look better, I had little interest in Capitano initially. But I do actually like him now. Maybe even just as much as I like Citlali and Ororon?

- speaking of the Fatui, I have to mention how weird it is that the pyro gnosis being the last gnosis the Fatui doesn't have isn't treated like a big deal at all. The idea of Capitano even bringing the gnosis to the Tsaritsa is barely even mentioned. We're literally going to Snezhnaya next, and the Fatui screen time is STILL not focused on the Tsaritsa's plans?! There is no worry about what will happen if he succeeds in getting the gnosis? No talk about what the Tsaritsa's plans could be? No talk about what it could mean for Natlan or the rest of Teyvat? No connecting this story to the overarching plot beyond a few lore reveals? Nothing??

- Genshin is seriously bad at stakes. THAT WASN'T A FUCKING WAR, THAT WAS A SINGLE BATTLE! It just... suddenly sprung up, and it took about 10 minutes, but I almost started feeling tense. There were actual corpses all over the place, and I was fighting non stop instead of being stuck in a dialogue box, even if the mobs themselves were fairly boring, and then... Chasca suddenly became one of the special heroes and everything was over. All of that was like... half an act of fighting? Literally any other game would have at least finished the 'war' at... the end of the story? Obviously? We couldn't have at least waited to finish this in act 5?? Seriously?? This whole thing was just a vehicle to quickly make Chasca one of the heroes, finish the 6 heroes plot point, and then show a hint of the false sky??

- gameplay wise, why did the handle the 'war' like that? What was with the slow ass hot air balloon I was forced to use 3 times- but was allowed to teleport to places the rest of the time? Why was I forced into a situation where I couldn't leave, when I was literally just in Natlan and not a domain? Why did we suddenly switch to a different dialogue box just for a few minutes?? Someone PLEASE explain to Hoyo that adding new stuff doesn't automatically make it good. Or, I guess 'novel', as their surveys put it.

- Chuychu was the closest I've ever come to actually being sad for an npc's death. Probably because I actually saw someone react to it, instead of Genshin just expecting you to care because Paimon is telling you to. Because of the Chuychu stuff, I'm actually starting to like Chasca, and I'm glad for it. Liking a character in theory despite canon is much better for rewriting stories than disliking them entirely and not knowing what to do with them (*glances at Fontaine*).

- I'm starting to see that the 6 heroes plot is probably just their current ploy to place the focus on the characters who have come out this update, or are coming out next update. Act 2 has Mualani becoming a Special Hero, because her first banner was up at the time. Then act 3 and 4 had Ororon and Chasca becoming Special Heroes, because Xilonen already is one and they're coming out next update.

- that being said- I feel bad for Kachina and Mualani. Kachina was the obvious 'main character' of act 1, with Mualani and Kinich as supporting characters. But then in act 2, the focus was shifted over to Mualani, because she's a 5 star and her first banner is happening, so they need to convince people to like her. And in the process, Kachina was screwed over in what should've been her plotline, becoming a supporting character whose role is to prove how good at The Power of Friendship Mualani is and introduce us to the 6 heroes stuff. ...and then both are screwed over in the very next update because they're already out and don't have anything else to do.

- I know that she'll presumably get more screen time when she comes out, but it's greatly worrying me (for reasons that should be obvious) that Iansan is barely being given any screen time. I am so worried that they're trying to pull a Xinyan or a Candace with her, because of course they would.

- literally what response are you expecting me to have to Xilonen slowly dying for Traveler to get an ancient name when it's revealed in the randomist and calmest way possible?? It's obviously supposed to be cheap emotional fuel, but both Xilonen and Citlali are being so calm about this random reveal that I didn't end up caring either. I don't care so much that I almost forgot to mention it in this post.

Overall, not impressed at all, but there are a few tiny gems in here that will be good for when I eventually have to get to it in my rewrite lol.

[paper-starz]

/ay itsa me, a idiot that uses Dotty's acc.

/so I was wondering..

/cross over between Seven Sins and Self-aware Swap? Like. What could go wrong? A hand full of self aware puppets, and a handful of literal demons, in which a few have REALLY weird powers.

/Barnaby's ability is so useless that I love it.

YEESSSSSSSSSS!!! I can already see the interactions.....

The Julies

7S!Julie: OOOH! I LOVE HOW YOU DID YOUR HAIR!!!

SAS!Julie (smiling through clenched teeth) Thanks.... I did it myself...

(They are both very neutral towards each other. 7S! Julie tries to be friends, but SAS!Julie is a bit defensive...)

The Barnabys

SAS!Barnaby: Oh hey who are- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEGS?????!!!!

7S!Barnaby: Relax man, I'm fi--

SAS!Barnaby: POPPPPYYYYYYY!!!!

(They are both friendly with each other. Both bonding because of their love of jokes... especially the dark ones that SAS!Barnaby tends to make at times.)

The Franks

SAS!Frank: What are you supposed to be...?

7S!Frank: A demon of course! Specifically pride (starts explaining demon hierarchy/ history)

SAS!Frank: (Starts writing EVERYTHING down) Yes! This could be useful for my theories!

7S!Frank: ...Theories?

(They are both friendly with each other. They both share a love of butterflies and they both love infodumping all the research that they have collected. I see 7S!Frank listening to all of SAS!Frank's wacky theories.)

The Eddies

SAS!Eddie: I like your tie

7S!Eddie: Thank you! I like your scar! Makes you look super cool!

SAS!Eddie: Thank you! I got it from Home!

7S!Eddie: W...What?

(They are both VERY friendly with each other. I see both of them loving to chill and hang out with each other. Though, sometimes SAS!Eddie does say something something INCREDIBLY concerning once in a while)

The Poppys

7S!Poppy: Oh my! That smells delicious!

SAS!Poppy: Thank you!

7S!Poppy: We must share recipies!

(They are both friendly towards each other. They like to swap recipes once in a while, maybe even drink tea together. XD. I see them as two old lady friends who gossip.)

The Sallys

SAS!Sally: (Literally just existing)

7S!Sally: Ugh... STOP SHOWING OFF!

(They don't get along well at all. Mostly because 7S!Sally seems to be jealous of her counterparts... well, everything! 7S!Sally does not realize that SAS!Sally needs to be perfect though...)

The Howdys

7S!Howdy: Where the HELL is my counterpart?!

SAS!Howdy: (hiding because he is WAY too scared to even meet the guy).

(They DO NOT get along well. 7S!Howdy thinks his counterpart is pathetic and cowardly, while SAS!Howdy thinks his counterpart is greedy and mean. Also! HE'S. A. DEMON! YOU SHOULD NEVER TRUST THEM!!!!)

The Wallys

7S!Wally: Wanna see a magic trick?

SAS!Wally: Of course!

7S!Wally: WATCH THIS-- (sets a tree on fire)

7S! Barnaby: DAMMIT WALLY NOT AGAIN--

SAS!Wally: Wow! So pretty! I wanna touch it!

SAS!Home: NOOO-

(Both are friendly towards each other! SAS!Wally has lots of things to learn about when he's with his counterpart! 7S!Wally just likes to cause chaos while SAS!Wally tags along.)

The H O M E S

SAS!Home: I LOVE your Wally! He's so cute!

7S!Home: Yes, he is quit-- WHAT IN GOD'S ACTUAL NAME???

SAS!Home: Is... Something wrong?

7S!Home: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR FUCKING SIN LEVEL???? TORTURE? MUTILATION? EXITENSIAL HORROR AND DREAD????

SAS!Home: Torture... Oh! Hehehe! I guess you could say I run my own special kind of hell over here!

7S!Home (absolutely mortified): And here I thought it was impossible to meet someone as scary as me....

(Both are neutral to each other. SAS!Home is pacified as long as 7S!Home doesn't tell Wally the truth. 7S!Home is both impressed and horrified at Home. Sure, 7S!Home is the literal Lucifer in this AU... but he tortures BAD GUYS! THE ABSOLUTES SCUMS ON THE PLANET. Not... these poor puppets.)

I also see some other interactions like:

7S!Howdy: (talking to SAS!Wally) Pfft! How is my counterpart afraid of you? You're practically harmless!

SAS!Home: (looms over in the back)

7S!Howdy: Anddddd there's the harm.

SAS!Frank: (talking to 7S!Wally) Wow! And what are your special powers?

7S!Wally: Oh! Fire!

SAS!Frank: Oh, do show me!

7S!Wally: I would... but I have nowhere to practice on.

SAS!Frank (points at SAS!Home): There's something you practice on!

(7 Sins Au belongs to @dottyorange!)

[glitchyvoice]

Character design details? Oh do tell!

me looking at this ask with the biggest eyes (sorry this took so long to answer i didnt have time to sit down and type this out until now)

okok so

jootrena right

(if you dont know who jootrena is this is her)

shes like literally my fav fates twine character and she doesnt show up for so long but i need to talk about her

ik you didnt ask about story stuff but i have to give context so that infodump is also here

fates twine (my fic) spoilers past this point, obviously. if you dont want those click off.... (in future ill be tagging all fates twine spoilers under #fatestwine spoilers!! so if you dont want those feel free to filter the tag)

..... okay so. jootrena shows up after narinder has ascended. by this point yngya (the god of seasons as told in the cotl lore tablets) has stopped existing and so have seasons, and the achlys family (maras family [my lamb]) are instead deaths disciples; mara being naris head disciple.

jootrena comes from anchordeep. she was a doctor who was forced to flee her village for trying to heal the sick, since there that's considered heresy since illness is a divine punishment from kallamar.

she ends up finding achlys village and ofc mara accepts her. they understand what it's like to be cast out like she was, and ofc they also understand how important someone like her is, since they were sick for such a large part of their life with no hope of surviving until... something happened :3

jootrena absolutely despises kallamar for this, and very heavily leans into narinders resurrection stuff when that comes around. She wears things like fishing line hook piercings in her ear and fishnet around her tail. These are a way of silently protesting the kind of treatment she went through and eventually a silent way to support narinder after his imprisonment.

Her camellias are, first of all, placed on her as a tribute to the nickname Mara gave her, as they like to give people they're close to nicknames of flowers that represent them. (This started from a point in their life where they had to use sign language, and would use flowers as a way to address people through sign!!)

And second of all, of course, they represent how she's a healer.

(And while this just came to me now, and was originally just cool placement, the camellias coming off the fishnet on her tail could represent how despite all she's been through, she's free in achlys village. and she can be who she really wants to be and help the people she wants to help!! which is cool)

[writerpussyindulgence]

A Fool Out of Time: A Deep Space Nine Story. Chapter 2

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for awhile, so I figured I’d better post it know for readers to snack on before Kinktober. This chapter is a little silly and fluffy (maybe too fluffy at points), but I figured it was earned after all the shit Harper is going through. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Chapter 2: Soup and Stims

Harper followed Julian through the bustling corridors of Deep Space Nine. Her eyes as big as dinner plates as she took in the size of the station.

“How do you manage to not get lost here?” She asked.

“Well to be perfectly honest, I’m still trying to work it out myself. Of course we have a station wide computer so we can use it to tell us where we are and where to go.” Julian replied.

As much as Harper was fascinated by the vastness and complexity of the station, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. In fact she felt a little shaky inside. Her stomach and intestines seemed to be tying and untying themselves in knots. Unbeknownst to her, she was started to break out in a sweat. Julian seemed to notice while he was explaining how the transporters worked when he turned to look at her and stopped.

“Is everything alright?” He questioned.

“Yeah. Y-yeah I’m fine” Harper said shakily. All of a sudden, her stomach lurched and she let out a violent dry heave of a gag and doubled over. Julian pulled out his tricorder again and scanned her. The readings indicated that she hadn’t eaten even before she went under ice and was essentially running on fumes

“My God, we need to get you proper nourishment!” He exclaimed. “Your blood pressure and nervous system are overwhelmed from lack of nutrition”.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and helped walk her to the Replimat. He gently helped her sit down, and ordered a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a couple of saltines, and a mug of hot ginger tea. He carried the tray to her table and set it in front of her. Her hand trembling, she picked up the spoon and scooped up a generous mouthful of soup and carefully swallowed it. The warmth of it sent a shiver down her spine and she felt herself grow a little less clammy. She ate a second spoonful and a third, slowly adding the crackers to the bowl. Julian sat next to her and watched her with keen interest.

He could see the color returning to her cheeks, and he sighed with relief. As much as she seemed to take in everything he told her during their tour, he could tell that she was still very upset. Seeing her enjoy her meal brought a peace of mind to him. She glanced up at him

“What?” She said, with a hint of insecurity.

“Oh nothing” he said, blushing a little at getting caught staring. “It’s just…I’m sorry if this is a little too personal, but your face is adorable when you eat.”

Harper blushed slightly and shifted her eyes away from him a little.

“Adorable how?” She inquired. She couldn’t tell if he was flirting with her or if he was just trying to make conversation. Julian stammered to find the right words.

“Well…well it…it’s like you have…this gentle light to your face when you do. It’s as if you have this aura of positivity about you” he replied.

Harper blushed again, unsure of how to feel. Julian felt his own stomach drop out of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Harper took a deep breath and managed a small smile. “It’s okay. Thank you for saying that,” she said softly. “It’s a very…unique compliment”

To be honest, she was starting to welcome it. She was so used to people mocking her for her eating habits and how she looked, so it was a nice change. Besides there was something charming about Julian’s kind but awkward demeanor. How he infodumped about the different areas of the station and certain alien cultures.

Eventually she finished the bowl of soup and sipped at her tea.

“Julian, do you think it’ll be okay with your commander if I can stay here?” She asked. “To be honest, I really don’t think I should go back to Earth…for awhile. I feel like if I returned now, it would be too much for me to handle and would make me have a meltdown from how much everything’s changed.”

“I don’t see why not.” Julian replied. “We could go and ask him if you’d like. Whenever you’re finished that is.”

“Thank you.” After taking another drink from her tea, she reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a green and white fidget cube and began to fiddle with it. Julian’s eyes lit up at the sight of the toy.

“Oh! I have a fidget like that! Though not a cube.” He reached into the left pocket of his uniform and pulled out a small white stick. It had a metal hubcap at one end and a red joystick at the other end. Along the sides there were some little green buttons, a green switch, a square comprised of little red textured dots, a silver metal ball, and and two green gear shaped wheels. Harper’s eyes widened as a grin broke out.

“You’re autistic too?” She gasped, all feelings of sadness and uneasiness slowly diminishing. Finally, someone she could have an actual connection and understanding with!

“Yes!” Julian exclaimed. Harper’s grin broke out into a joyful open mouthed smile and she started to flap her hands with excitement. Julian clenched his hands into tight fists, pulled his elbows in and shook his forearms with mutual excitement. They proceeded to stim like this for an extended period, too happy to care about the few stares they were both getting from the other customers. Eventually they both settled and Harper finished her tea.

Julian helped her up and escorted her to Station Ops and up to Sisko’s office. He was finishing with a call with Starfleet headquarters. The two of them walked in and he took a look at them.

“Dr Bashir, I assume that you’ve been successful with getting our guest settled into her new environment?” Sisko asked.

“Yes sir.” Julian said. “Actually that’s why Harper wanted to come see you. She had an inquiry regarding the station.”

Sisko stood up from his chair and walked over to Harper, extending his hand with a friendly smile. Harper shook it, returning the smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. D’Amata. I’m Commander Benjamin Sisko, and I’d like to offer my condolences to you. I can’t begin to fathom how alarming this all must be”

“Thank you, sir” Harper responded. “It’s very scary, but Julian has been really nice and helpful.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” said Sisko. He looked the young woman over in interest. “So, you’re from Old Earth Chicago? I always considered the White Sox a personal favorite team of mine.”

Harper chuckled, noticing the baseball perched on his desk.

“Uh, yes sir. I live…well lived in Jefferson Park. Actually that’s why I wanted to see you. If I have your permission…and if it’s legal, I’d like to live here on the station, please. At least for a little while. It’s just that it’s too painful for me to think about Earth and home right now.”

Sisko nodded thoughtfully. “I understand how that can put you off. You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you wish. We’ll have to get your documents updated, in order to reflect Federation Citizenship and the correct time. And we’ll need to find something for you to do here for work.”

“Garak’s been looking for some assistance in his shop.” Julian piped up.

“Excellent suggestion, Doctor.” Sisko said, appreciatively. He turned back to Harper. “Garak is our resident tailor. He’s Cardassian, but he’ll appreciate any help he can get right now.”

“I can do that.” Harper said. “I know how to patch up and mend basic stitches, and I’m very good at knitting and crochet.“

Sisko smiled warmly. "Good, then I'll arrange an introduction for you. In the meantime, we can start working on your documents now if you’d like.” Harper nodded.

About 4 hours later, Harper had a new identification card, a universal translator implanted in her ear, a fingerprint scan and her own quarters. Feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty, she took in her new surroundings. It was a decently large living space. One living room with a couch, table and chair, one bedroom with a single sized bed and one bathroom.

“I know it’s not much, but you have a good view of Bajor and its moons.” Julian said, sensing her unease.

“Oh no, it’s perfect.” Harper reassured. She went into the bedroom and sat on the bed, testing the mattress. “Though, do you think I’d be able to get a better mattress, please? I have back problems and I could really use some extra support. " She glanced back at Julian, hopeful.

“Absolutely! Though it may take a day or two.” He replied. Harper nodded in understanding.

“Thank you, Julian. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I really do.” Harper smiled at him, though her eyes reflected sorrow. She stood up and walked over to Julian, and they shared a warm embrace.

“Anytime. I’ll see you in the morning, but if you need anything, you can reach me with this.” He placed one of the combadges Starfleet officers wore in her hand. “Commander Sisko said that you could have one for emergency purposes. Just tap it and call for me. Good night.” And with that he walked out of her quarters.

Harper looked around the room again. There was something unpleasant about the structure and the dark colors of it all. The lights made it seem cold, eerie almost. She felt her stomach sink once again. Tossing the combadge haphazardly on her bed, she looked out of the viewport. She could see the planet just below and two of the moons, and all around her the vast, ever expanding cosmos stretching towards infinitum. She felt alone, scared and very very small. The tears began to well up again, and she went over to the small chair where her knapsack was. She opened it and pulled out a small, brown teddy bear with a blue ribbon tied in a bow around its neck: a cherished gift from her childhood. She held it tightly to her chest and began to cry again. She curled up into a fetal position on the bed, only bothering to take off her shoes and socks. She held the teddy bear close still as her tears put her to sleep.

[sunnibits]

hi it’s almost 2am but I can’t stop thinking about this so here’s how I think the (romanceable) bg3 companions would cuddle with someone at night. feel free to imagine your tav/durge in these scenarios and kick your feet about it.

Wyll:

he likes to sleep on his back (one arm behind his head propping him up, very attractive, gentlemanly) while you use his chest as a pillow. he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders, use that hand to rub your back, stroke your hair, and generally dote on you as he literally whispers poetry to you or even sings you to sleep. type of guy to admire your bleary-eyed face when you wake up and say “good morning, sleeping beauty”.

Halsin:

okay you’re getting one of two things here. either you get spooned from behind in the world’s biggest, strongest bear hug ever, (and yes your ass is pulled FLUSH with his hips), or you’re getting a much more literal bear hug and you get to use his sleeping cave bear form as a fluffy heated pillow. either way, you are going to feel the absolute warmest and safest you ever have in your life. the only downside is that he DOES snore and it IS the loudest noise in the entire world.

Lae’zel:

she refuses to participate in such an undignified activity as “cuddling”, but she WILL protectively sit by you and keep watch as you sleep. half of it is truly her way of showing love by looking out for you while you’re vulnerable, and the other half is secretly an excuse to freely admire your face and form without feeling the need to hide it. (she’s a sweetheart <3).

Gale:

this isn’t even that related to the cuddling but the very first thing on my mind is GALE. READING. TO. YOU. oh boy it’s happening whether you want it or not. he’s either reading a book, telling a story, or extensively infodumping on whatever random topic has hooked him that night. plus, he loves listening when you do the same thing in return! as far as actual cuddling goes, I picture him being either similar to Wyll - sort of on his back and letting you use him as a pillow - OR lying with his head in your lap, letting you pet his hair like he’s a tressym cat, happily listening to you talk until you both fall asleep. he also snores, and though it isn’t nearly as loud as Halsin, you SWEAR you have literally heard him go “snork mimimi” but nobody in camp believes you.

Shadowheart:

sometimes teases you about cuddling but actually thinks you’re so fucking adorable for it and truly enjoys cuddling you. tbh I don’t really have any strong ideas about her actual cuddling style but I can imagine her being open to most things, especially face to face type cuddling where you just gaze into each other’s eyes and snuggle up close. she often likes to make cuddling flirty, wrapping an arm around your waist and confidently pulling you closer until you’re within kissing range….

Karlach:

pre-engine fix? DESPERATELY wants to cuddle you. oh my god she wants to spoon you so fucking bad. she is practically weeping because she can’t cuddle you. instead she’ll settle for just being your personal proximity space heater until she can actually touch you. when that day finally comes though? absolute snuggle bug. all over you. LOVES spooning, especially engulfing you in her arms as a crushing big spoon, but she will love to cuddle in any way you please. on the rare occasion she acts as the little spoon, she’ll cuddle Clive while you cuddle her <3.

Astarion:

full-on cuddling can be a little too much for him (especially when it’s not centered around sex), but what he does like to do is just… lie very close together, facing each other. just waking up and seeing you resting across from him does wonders to reassure and soothe him during his sleepless nights. and if sometimes, after he jolts awake from a nightmare, if his hand should dart out to squeeze yours, well…. you never comment on your entangled fingers in the morning. (also, in a world where he’s almost fully healed and deeply comfortable, he’s a little spoon <3).

I would do Minthara but I’m ngl I have not done a playthrough with miss girl yet so I don’t know enough about her </3 if anyone has ideas for her tho feel free to drop them I’d love to hear it!! I feel like she would be similar to Lae’zel but idk….

also if anyone wants to hear ideas about any non-companion or non-romanceable homies I’d be happy to share my thoughts I love thinking about cuddle headcanons :)))